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norrisleclercf1 · 2 years

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Ride a Horse AND a Cowboy

Pairing: Daniel x Reader

Rating: R

Warnings: Smut, poorly written smut, dirty talk, public sex, Cowboy!daniel, Austin!Daniel, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), p in v, etc.

Synopsis: If he can win, you promised him to show how to ride a Cowboy

You knew Daniel loved Austin, but you didn't realize how much until he rode in on that stupid horse. It was eccentric and him, but at the same damn time, you wondered what it would be like if Daniel was a cowboy.

Now you understand southern girls and their love for the Cowboys, even if it could be wrong sometimes. Daniel was currently in his private room, still wearing the hat and boots, wanting to show Austin and his favorite places to you.

You and Daniel haven't been dating long, maybe 6-7 months, give or take, but it's been fantastic. You supported his love for F1, even through the bad times, and recently, they’ve mainly been bad times. Shrugging off the thoughts, you lean back into the hotel chair as Daniel grabs his stuff and smiles at you.

“Well, let's go.” He smiles that dazzling smile of his; it always makes your heart flutter, but with the hat, it makes your heart, stomach, and pussy flutter as the thoughts flood your brain.

“Okay.” You walk out of my room and head down to the lobby and into Austin nightlife.

Austin wasn't crazy with its nightlife like Vegas, Miami, or even Monaco, but it was still buzzing with energy since F1 was in town, and so were people from all over the world to see the race. You and Daniel walk hand in hand down the street, heading to his favorite bar that he loves going to. It had one of those mechanical bulls, people drinking, and music thumping the entire place making it hard to hear.

He pulls you through the crowd and to the bar; ordering your drinks, you both stand there in each other’s presence since it is useless to talk. Daniel grabs your drinks and pulls you to a private area where you can chat; sitting down, you sigh in relief. The place was becoming crowded as the bull came alive, and people attempted the challenge.

“I'm glad you decided to come with me.” Daniel hums in your ear, making you jump slightly. You didn't know how close he was to he spoke, his chuckle meeting your ear as well. “I am too; you look great, cowboy.” You tease, flicking the hat slightly, making that smile come back as had fixes the cap.

“Well, I knew you'd love to see me be a cowboy; Austin is like a second home with the fans and everything; I just want to do well.” Those thoughts weave their way through.

“Hey, hey, don't overthink this, I know the season hasn't gone your way, but you'll find Daniel.” You hated that he was constantly overthinking, but you couldn't blame him. His future was uncertain, but he was a great driver. He just needed the car.

“You’re right; we're here to have fun, not drink our worries away.” He finishes his beer and stands, smirking.

“Now, little lady, im going to ride the bull; want to watch?” He asks, making you giggle as you follow after him.

“Always cowboy.” You grab his collar and turn him to face you. “If you win, maybe ill save a horse and ride a cowboy tonight.” You tease, feeling that fire ignites in your body. Daniel’s hands tighten your waist, his eyes dark and filled with lust but now burning with determination to win.

Daniel nods his head, swallowing that thick lump in his throat, trying hard not to take you then and there, but as he climbs up to the bull, you bite your lip as you watch him. The bull doesn't hold back as the controller starts to jerk around. Daniel keeps a good hold of it, his thighs tightening and hands veiny from his grip.

His hips shake forward; you two make eye contact and feel that fluttering feeling in your pussy return, causing you to clench your thighs. The bull goes faster, bouncing, spinning, trying to throw Daniel off, but he holds on as the timer goes off; Daniel lets go and falls, making the place go crazy.

He stands and doesn't care for the prize and heads straight for you—his award. You smile and hug him, but Daniel takes one of his hands and snakes it to your ass, squeezing it. “You have a cowboy to ride.” He groans against your mouth, kissing you deeply.

You don't know how, but you both end up in the bar bathroom, not even caring as you fight for dominance. His hat was off, his shirt torn open, and buttons scattered over the floor. You whimper as his thigh makes room between your legs; you grind down and moan loudly, feeling the friction of the jeans against you.

“Sir, im not wearing panties.” You whisper, knowing how much he loved when you did that. You feel the groan against your mouth as he bites your lower lip, sucking on it. “Fuck, dirty little whore aren't you?” He asks, shoving your head back into the wall and attacking your neck.

“Yes, sir.” You gasp when Daniel bites down on your neck and then suck on the mark, loving seeing his impact on your skin.

“Good, I love when my little whore is needy for me, so much so she doesn't even care to put on panties, need my cock so much, you don't even try to dress properly.” He groans, shoving off the rest of your shirt and exposing your tits.

Daniel's right-hand covers your left tit, squeezing it before pulling and leaning down and sucking on it. With no shame, you moan loudly, not a care in the world if someone hears at that moment. He pulls off with a pop and goes after the other one. With shaky hands, you remove his shirt and undo his belt buckle and pants; with fumble movements, you finally grab his cock.

The weight in your hand makes you even wetter than his mouth on your skin, with conservative movements. You start to jerk him off, making his actions falter as he moans into your neck.

“So fucking greedy, can't even wait, want to ride me here, huh? Don't even give a fuck that you're in a bar bathroom.” He asks but moves quickly in removing your pants as you both fall to the floor, on top of the discarded clothes.

“Fuck me, please.” You plead, climbing on top of him.

“Like a damn bitch in heat, alright then, take it.” He growls watching you line him up to your entrance.

You both moan like damn fools as he enters you; you love the burn of him stretching you; he tries hard not to cum in you at that moment, wanting to ruin you. “Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck.” You repeat like a mantra, not even stopping as you start to ride him.

Your hips shake back and forth as Daniel holds your hips, watching you ride him so damn fast as you've never been fucked. But he knew the truth, the rush of being in public, he dressed as he was. He knew that you loved it so damn much, and he loved to explore this side of it.

“God damn baby, that's it, ride my cock like that, fuck yes, such a good little whore.” Daniel moans his head thrown back as he bites his lip, staring at you through his lashes. You looked gorgeous like this. Skin sweaty, hair a mess, and skin red and blotchy from his own doing.

“Yes, im a good little whore, fuck Danny, my legs, I can't.” You whine, legs growing tired, but that's solved quickly as he flips you and puts your legs over his shoulders as he starts to drill you hard.

His cock reaches a new depth and spot as you moan even louder; you don't care now who heard you both as you both just wanted each other. He pumps fast and moves a thumb to your clit, rubbing it slowly, opposite his thrusts into your pussy.

“Danny, please, im going to cum; please let me cum.” You cry, holding him tight as he moves faster, chasing his orgasm.

“Oh fuck baby, I’m about to cum.” He groans hiding his face in your throat and making you whine.

“In me, cum in me.” You cry as it shatters around you; Daniel stills inside you as he pumps you full. You both lay there in silence, soaking in what just happened.

“I guess you can ride a cowboy.” He jokes, making you groan and smack him hard against the head. But you can't help but join him in the laughter, but that stops when you hear the banging on the bathroom door.

“HEY, fuck bunnies if you’re done in there some us need to take a leak!” A guy yells making you both laugh even more knowing you'd never forget this night.

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chellestrash · 1 year

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Lesson learned

Frank Castle x Female Reader

Summary: You decide to find out what happens when you tie Frank Castle to your bed and maybe juuuust maybe, it’s as fun as you’ve imagined.

Warnings: mild bondage, cursing, teasing, explicit, smut, dom!reader, dom!frank, power struggle, brat!reader,

Word count: 3.5k

A/N: Thank you @chelseasdagger for proofreading as always, I've been feeling inspired lately so im probably gonna write a couple fics until Ill get hit with the writing block again.

“I don't know if I like this.”

Frank mumbles out, looking over at you, working away on the knot by his wrist.

“You don't know if you like anything, Castle.”

You answer without taking your eyes off the rope. Frank sighs loudly, rolling his eyes at your response before quickly turning his head back to you.

“Hey, easy.”

He reaches up with his other hand to loosen the ties slightly, and you shake your head in disbelief.

“What? Too much? Hurts too bad, huh?”

You tease, throwing your leg over his body to attempt to tie his other arm to the headboard of the bed as well.

“Watch it.”

He warns you, but it only makes you want to push him more.

“Or what?”

You ask, blinking quickly a couple of times, looking as innocent as you possibly could in the middle of tying Frank Castle to his own god-damn bed.

“Jesus Christ.”

He sighs again, turning his head to the side for a moment before glancing right back up at you.

“So what?”

He looks around, trying to inspect the ropes on both of his wrists. You watch as he balls his hand into a fist. Attempting to pull his hand away from the headboard, he inspects the ropes' strength.

“This looks good?”

He asks as he looks over at you, and you grin from ear to ear.

“Oh, you have no idea how good this looks”

You smirk, and he scoffs at your reaction. Pushing his hips up suddenly, he makes you lose balance and fall forward onto his chest.

“Don't get cocky, kid.”

“Said Frank ‘The Punisher’ Castle.”

“Alright, smart ass.”

You play innocent again, shrugging as if you have no idea what could he possibly mean.

“So now what?”

“Now? Now you just have to relax, Frankie.”

You cup his cheek softly and push your ass back on top of him at the same time.

“Think you can do that for me? Huh?”

His chest puffs up and then falls with his deep sigh.

“Yeah.”

You smile and lean down, your hand sliding down to wrap around his neck, still gently, still soft.

“Yeah?”

You whisper against his skin, pecking at his earlobe before moving down to his jawline, his jaw and then back up to his lips.

“You're gonna be good for me, Frankie?”

Your voice rings out in his head as the familiar feeling slowly builds up in his stomach. You brush your thumb over his lower lip to get his attention back.

“Yeah, mhm.”

Frank tries, he really does, he tries to ignore the way his whole body tenses up at your words hoping you wouldn't notice, but you do, of course you do.

“Nervous?”

You ask quietly as you run your hands up and down his chest. You can’t help but smile at the way his eyes glance up and down your body, stopping at your hands for a moment before quickly coming right back up to your face. Frank checks the ties again, looking from the side as he tries to pull his hands away from the headboard again.

“You look a little nervous.”

You point out and bite the inside of your cheek, trying to fight away another smile.

“C’mon, kid.”

Frank pushes his hips up against you again, and you scoff at the impatient tone of his voice. He really wanted this.

“You’re lucky, I’m feeling generous today.”

Pushing back on him again, you arch your back before swiftly sliding off him, your nails dragging down his chest and then his lower stomach. He grunts quietly at the sensation, and you need to stop yourself from pointing it out.

Frank inhales sharply as he feels you move below the waistband of his boxer briefs, he tries his best to fight the feeling off, but the way you let him feel the small touches everywhere except for where he needs you the most feels pointless to try and fight off. He glances down at you sitting right between his legs, the first thought in his head being to pull you close. But as he tries to move his arm, he suddenly remembers. You catch the way his head suddenly turns to the side, and it makes you chuckle.

“There he is! Did you forget already? Really, Castle?”

He won’t admit it.

“Just.”

He clears his throat and tries to adjust his position against the headboard.

“Was just checking.”

“Mhm, sure you were.”

You nod slowly, fighting back the smirk on your lips.

“You wanna check again?”

You watch his hands ball up into fists as he pulls himself up slightly.

“No, it looks good.”

“Okay.”

You nod softy.

“We'll just have to check and see how well it holds.”

Your hand finds its way between his legs, and you rub your palm over the bulge. Frank sighs heavily, closing his eyes and exhaling loudly.

“You're gonna quit teasing or?”

He presses his legs together for a moment, and you look up at him amazed, knowing you're really getting to him now.

“I don't know…haven't decided yet.”

Pushing yourself up, you slip your fingers under the waistband of his sweatpants before starting to tug them down slowly. You watch him instinctively push his hips up to help you pull his pants off.

“Oooh, attaboy, Castle, look at that.”

The pet name catches him off guard, and Frank frowns immediately after the words leave your mouth.

“What? You use that one so much I thought you liked it.”

You tease, throwing his pants off to the side before pushing his legs open to lay down on your chest between them.

“Now spread them open for me, Frankie.”

You instruct, and he follows, not without a couple of huffs and sighs, of course.

You rest your head with your cheek pressed against the inside of his thigh, your face right by his bulge, your eyes fixed on his as you lay there completely in awe of how pretty he looks.

"God, you're pretty, Frankie.”

You purr, your nails dragging over his skin, up to the gray boxers and back down.

“Okay you-”

Frank tries to protest, it's a natural thing for him, he's used to his advantage in those situations. But this time it's you, this time he's all yours. Just like that, with his hands tied, his legs spread and his cock hard in his boxers, he's all yours.

His own low grunt brings him back into the bedroom, your hand now tight around his length, your eyes sparkling in the light at the way his body reacts to your touch. You watch him try to reach out to grab you again, and you tilt your head to the side with a little pout.

“What is it, Frankie? Hmm?”

You tease, and he sighs, rolling his eyes at the tone of your voice.

“Want me to get up there?”

He nods.

“Yeah, you want me up there?”

“Mhm.”

You scoff quiet at his half-assed answer.

“What do we say?”

“Christ, you…would you-”

He starts, but the look on your face makes him choke up on his own words.

“Please?”

He whispers, and if you ever have to describe an angry whisper, now you know what to use as an example.

“Alright.”

You shrug as if this was the most normal everyday thing.

“Since you asked so preeeetty.”

You throw your leg over his hips, one hand on his chest to steady yourself, and position yourself on top of him. With his cock now hard and pressing up against his stomach, you push back, making sure you can feel his tip under your ass. Reaching behind you, you cup the bulge and grip him tighter through the fabric.

Unable to pull you closer with his arms spread open, his wrists still tied to the bed, Frank huffs loudly, your body moving with his body.

“C'mon, baby-”

He mumbles, hips pushing up slightly, trying to get you to move on top of him, feeling his stomach tensing up.

“C’mon what?”

You ask, teasing, as you finally begin to move on top of him.

Frank hums, letting his head fall back, eyes closed now, letting his body relax.

“Mmmm”

“C'moooon what, Castle?”

You stop your hips and ask again before he cracks one eye open with a loud sigh.

“Fuck, baby, c'mon, just…just quit the teasing. Can you do that for me? Hmm?"

The wide eye look on your face makes him scoff.

“Me? Teasing? Never.”

You mumble, slowly moving your hips back and forth on top of him. The friction of the fabric makes Frank inhale sharply, you watch his hands ball into fists. You pull yourself closer to him, and he feels exactly how your ass drags over his entire length, having to stop himself from bucking his hips the moment you slide off of him completely, leaving his body missing the feeling. His lips find yours when you lean forward, his eyes close as he hums quietly into the kiss and you smile against him. Tilting your head to the side, you deepen the kiss and Frank follows before he feels your hand on his neck. Wrapping your fingers around him, you push his head back slightly, your lips now leaving his as you move onto his check, then jaw and then his neck. A frustrated groan follows the way your tongue travels up his neck, over his Adam's apple and stopping right at his jawline. Reaching behind you with your other hand, you make sure his cock gets the much needed attention as well. Feeling him warm and hard in his boxers, you smirk at the thought of you getting to make the punisher feel this way. Who else can say that?

“Gooood, you feel so good, Frankie.”

You coo as his body tenses up from your touch. He doesn't respond, his leg now bent at the knee, his eyes on the ceiling, his chest puffed up slightly.

“Lets see what we can do, hmm?”

You ask as you push yourself back on his cock again. You can tell how hard he is under you, and you're pretty sure he can tell how turned on you are as well. There's no way having Frank tried to a bed like this underneath you wouldn't make you feel something between your legs.

“I need to hold you.”

Frank speaks up after a moment of you working his cock over the fabric.

“You need to?”

You ask, raising an eyebrow as you wrap your arms around his neck to help with your pace.

“I want- fuck- I want to hold you.”

Frank corrects himself after a moment, his eyes scanning your face quickly, unable to pick a feature to focus on. You tilt your head to the side with a smirk.

“Yeah I know, I know Frankie, but we're not doing that.”

You answer, noting the way his arms tense up at your words.

“You're gonna come without touching me, okay?”

As expected, Frank doesn't answer, only closes his eyes and huffs out a bunch of air in frustration. Previously convinced that you would cave in, Frank Castle is now out of ideas. With his hands tied to the bed, his legs spread, his cock hard and you on top of him, he is out of ideas.

“I just want to see if you can.”

Smiling innocently, you drop harder on him, and you swear you can feel him twitch. Frank shuts his eyes tightly, his fingers digging into his palms, panting through his nose. He tries his best to fight off the overwhelming warmth radiating from between his legs underneath you. He knows the feeling, and aware of the fact that he won't be able to fight it back much longer, his body jerks back slightly.

“Shit.”

He mumbles under his breath, feeling the small droplets of sweat dripping down his forehead. You keep working your hips back and forth for another moment, letting a couple of quiet moans slip past your lips. A couple of them are exaggerated just to get to him, a couple of them genuine, falling out when his cock nudges at your most sensitive spots.

“You close now, Frankie?”

You push your ass back, pressing your whole body weight down at the same time, and he swallows hard.

“Mhm.”

He nods, panting loudly as he waits for your next move.

“Attaboy.”

You tease again before quickly getting off of him. You lie right back between his legs just like before, spreading them open, resting on your chest. Frank watches carefully as you wrap your hand around the bulge, still touching him only through the fabric.

“Fuck.”

You scoff quietly, crossing your legs tightly as you feel this getting to you as well.

“Almost there, big guy.”

You comfort him, now working his length with your hand. After a couple strokes, you push your hand up again and tighten your grip right under the tip of his cock. The small darker spot slowly forms in the middle of the fabric.

“S-Shit.”

Frank's thighs shake slightly as he pushes up into your palm. You let him have this for a couple more thrusts before letting go of him completely.

He groans frustratedly, and you hear the wooden headboard creek as he tries to get the rope on his wrists to snap.

“C'mon, shit- fuck, baby, I'm gonna-”

“Yeah?”

You cut him off excitedly. Dropping down on the bed, you push his legs apart one more time, holding his cock firmly in your hand as you push your tongue out. Pressing it right to the base on the underside of his cock, you hum quietly. Frank feels like he's choking on the air in his lungs. His whole body twitches as he gets to watch you press your tongue against his cock, slowly licking up the entirety of his length. Normally this wouldn't be enough, this muted sensation of what was possibly one of his favorite things you'd do to him wasn't usually enough. But tonight? Tonight after having you tease him like this, with his hands tied, unable to touch you, getting only what you're willing to give him. After what feels like hours, this, this right here, your eyes staring directly into his, the warmth of your tongue noticeable through the fabric, your fingers pressing into his cock, this time this is enough.

You watch as Frank's eyes shut tightly, sinking his teeth into his lower lip, as he fights back the loud sounds of satisfaction. His hips push up a couple more times as you press your tongue against the very tip of his cock.

“Oh shit-oh shit oh-”

His own body cuts him off as his stomach tenses up, every muscle twitching and the wood of the bed creaks one more time before Frank jerks his arm forward and the ties around his right wrist snap. Instinctively, he reaches down to grab himself over the fabric, but you stop him just in time. His hand now closes tightly around your smaller one, his fingers digging into his palm as his body shakes when Frank finally succumbs to his climax.

“Fuu-”

“That's it, that's it, attaboy!”

You praise him after the fact, lying back down in his lap. You drag your nails gently up and down his thighs, watching the dark spot on the boxers grow larger and larger until he finally leaks through the soaked fabric. Glancing up to make sure he's watching, you push your tongue out one more time, licking up cum as another little praise, definitely not to tease him even further. Frank hisses through his teeth and jerks back slightly, the feeling and image of you like this clearly being too much for his body at this point. He pants loudly, his mouth open, his chest quickly rising and falling with every breath.

“Fuck, baby I'm-”

He curses out loud, letting go of your hand the moment he realizes what happened.

“I'm sorry-”

He starts, but you stop him, shaking your hand in the air with a smile to show him that he didn't hurt you too much.

“I'm okay, definitely better than you.”

You point out and he scoffs quietly.

“Yeah, okay.”

You climb on top, reaching over to the side of the headboard to undo the ties on the side he didn't manage to break out of. Rubbing the red marks on his wrist, Frank scoffs loudly as you rest your head on top of his chest.

“You did so good, Frankie.”

You start and he rolls his eyes.

“You're not letting this go, are you?”

You glance up with a giant grin.

“Never.”

“Yeah? So what, you had fun?”

He asks, you can hear the confidence in his voice slowly making its way back there.

“Mhm.”

You purr against his chest.

“I'll just have to get a thicker rope next time.”

You point out and he shakes his head. You lay in silence for a moment, Frank's hands moving up and down your body, a bit more than usual. It's almost as if he's trying to make it up to himself for the fact that he didn't have his hands on you the entire time like he usually would. In the rush of what almost feels like adrenaline after you watched the rope around his arm snap, you forgot about yourself. Now with things a bit more quiet, you feel the heat between your legs once again, the throbbing sensation and longing for touch. His touch. Squirming around on top of him, you let out a little whine the moment you manage to grind against his thigh.

“Need my help, sweetheart?”

Frank asks and you sigh in relief.

“God, yes please.”

You push yourself up and grab onto his arm as he helps you get on top of him one more time.

“No more games this time.”

He warns as he reaches down to pull himself out.

“Mhm.”

You coo innocently, pulling your panties off before wrapping your arms around his neck as he lines himself up with your entrance.

“Ready?”

Frank asks, and you nod eagerly, feeling your body begging for him.

“You're lucky I'm feeling generous, sweetheart.”

He teases you with his tip, and you feel your eyes almost roll to the back of your head as he pushes himself inside you. Your legs push closer together as you feel the stretch, the drag, and that sweet bit of pain Frank’s able to provide every god-damn time he's inside you.

You look up at him panting, excited and impatient, as your nails dig into his back the moment his hips thrust up inside you. Even not fully hard like this, Frank feels massive inside you. You feel yourself tightening around him, which doesn't help. His hands are on either side of your body, his fingers digging into your ribs, his face focused on yours, mesmerized by the way you feel. You're not usually loud, not like this, but this time you are. You let yourself go, after clearly underestimating how much the sight of Frank coming, how you made him come, has affected you and your body. It doesn't take long for your back to arch, your head to fall back slightly and your toes to curl at the way your body feels when you get closer and closer and closer.

“I should just stop right now, huh?”

You whine at his words, clenching around him before wrapping your legs around his back.

“Maybe I should so you can learn.”

He speaks again, and you lean forward, hiding your face in his neck.

“Frankie-”

You whine again.

“Yeah?”

“Don't-”

You start, and he chuckles satisfied, feeling you almost there now.

“Don't-”

“Yeah, you don't want me to stop, huh?”

He teases, and you bite into his neck quickly before moving up right to his ear.

“Don't fucking act like you didn't like it.”

You whisper, and Frank grunts louder than before. Gripping you firmly, he pulls your body down on top of him, finally pushing you over the edge, and you come around him harder and earlier than you were expecting.

Exhausted, you fall into his arms, resting against his chest as you attempt to steady your breathing.

“Christ, Frank…really?”

You look up, annoyed, your chest still moving quickly against him.

He shrugs as if nothing ever happened, and he wasn't plotting against you while fucking your brains out.

“I learned from you sweetheart.”

He mumbles, pushing you back down on his chest before pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head.

“Shut up.”

You mumble out, snuggling closer to him, unable to come up with a smart ass response after everything that just happened.

“Yes ma’am.”

Frank responds quietly, feeling his own body relax after everything. He sighs loudly before rubbing his hand over your back.

“You did good.”

“So did you.”

He chuckles quietly before looking off to the side and then right back down at you.

“Yeah, well, i learned from you sweetheart.”

#frank castle #the punisher #frank castle fic #frank castle x reader #jon bernthal #the punisher fic #marvel

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incognito-girl · 1 year

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attention - alessia russo

“Y/n, would you and less be able to mind nala next week when were off training?” Millie questions you. “Yea of course. Ill ask lessi once i see her.” “Ok thanks y/n”

Later on once you got home you asked less if you could watch the dog as it was her apartment aswell. “Baby, millie was wondering if we would be able to watch her dog next week.” “Of course we can love.” She replies excitedly to your request pulling you closer to her. “Ok ill just send Mil a message.” you say sweetly to your girl while pressing a kiss to her lips and settling in between her legs as she sat on the counter.

Before you knew it Millie was in your house telling you about the amound of food nala needed and how many walks to give her. She also sent you a screenshot of her notes app with every detail about the dog imaginable. You laugh at your best friend and how much she loves the dog while promising to take good care of her. You send her off with a hug and another promise to the girl to mind the dog.

Nala had immediately become attached to you, she would follow you around the house and wouldnt give you a moment alone. It reminded you of the girl who you shared your apartment with.

You walked the dog every day in the morning and played and cuddled with it all day. Millie would be coming back for the dog in three days time.

You woke up to soft snores in your ear. Alessias head was behind yours buried in your hair. You smile to yourself not wanting to move to ensure your love stayed asleep. You slowly fall asleep again from the heat of her body rested aginst yours. Your eyes flutter open as you feel a kiss being pressed aginst your shoulder. “Morining mia ragazza.” she whispers to you “Morining my love.” you say while turning in her arms. You press a kiss to her nose and nuzzle you face into her neck. “Can we go on a date today?” She asks while running her hands through your hair. You slightly pull away smiling at her “of course baby, what do you want to do?” “picnic?” she asks shyly looking away from you “i know it seems stupid but i think it could be fun…” she trails off as she looks at you again “i wouldnt love anything more.” you reply caressing her face. After another half an hour of soft kisses, soothing words and laughs you untangle yourself from the blonde as she groans at you getting up. You slip on a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a hoodie. “Where you going baby?” Lessi asks you while sitting up and rubbing her eyes. “Im going to bring nala out do you want to come.” You answer while walking back over to the bed and sitting with her. “no, y/n please just stay with me, i miss you.” “Lessi we have been together for the past week. If anything you should be sick of me.” you laugh at her cupping her cheeks. “How could i ever be sick of you.” she says while leaning in for a kiss to try forget her troubles.

In all honesty alessia missed you. You got out of bed and left her for an hour every morning and that was her favourite time with you when you were both off, you two danced to italian music while making breakfast you kissed and hugged and just sat in scilence being completely yourselves. It wasnt just that you greeted nala first and not her when you came home from the shops. You got up from her to check on Nala when she finally left the two of you alone.

You kissed her goodbye and left for your walk with Nala. “I LOVE YOU LESS” you shout up to her from the door. “love you.” she quietly says to no one but herself.

Once you return home you are greeted by your girlfriend in her pjamams. You pressed a kiss to her lips before letting nala off her lead. She comes up behind you as you are putting the lead in the bottom drawer. She places her hands on your waist and pulls your body aginst hers. She sloppily places kisses on your neck while pushing you forward so your slightly bent over the counter, you let out a quick gasp as she slips her hand under your hoodie. “Less stop.” you say breathless. “Why honey?” she mumbles between kisses to your neck. “The dog baby” you say pulling away from her grip slightly. “Oh right, i made lunch for us to bring while you were out later.” “Perfect. thank you gorgeous.” You smile up at her. “I need to shower before we go out.” She says smirking and holding her hand out to you as you grab it and get dragged alongside her.

You both start to get ready for your day out while your blondes favourite italian song is playing on her phone and she is spinning you around. You are laughing and she doesnt think she has ever heard something so beautiful. You get into a grey matching tracksuit and go into the bathroom to put on your makeup. She comes into you in black tracksuit bottoms and a grey hoodie that matches yours. “Someone is looking pretty.” she says coming up beside you and getting onto the the counter besdie the sink. “I know, im looking at her.” you say placing your hand on her bicep and squeezing it lightly before putting on your lipgloss. “la mia bellissima ragazza e i suoi giochi mentali” she says while laughing softly at you “what?” you ask looking back at her “nothing” she says while smiling at you as she gets down and walks out of the bathroom. She goes downstairs to the kitchen just to hear nala scratching at the other side of the door. “Nala stop it.” she says while opening the door. “fermare!” she shouts after the dog as he runs up the stairs to you. “Ohh hello my pretty baby.” you say in a high pitched voice. Hearing you call the thing that had been keeping your focus off her for the past week baby hurt her heart. She knew it was ridiculous to feel like this because of a dog but it was your week off and your sole focus had been the dog and not her. Today was the first day she felt remotely close to you.

“Less?” you call out to the girl that was standing in the hall. “Yea, you ok?” she asks suddenly. “Can we bring her please? Its one if her lasts days here and i feel bad leaving her home alone.” you plead up to your girlfriend while sitting on the bathroom floor. “babe we can’t because she will be too hyper with all the other dogs around.” she says secretly trying to persuade you. “Ugh” you groan standing up and turing back to the mirror to continue getting ready.

Once your ready you go down to Less in the kitchen and see her filling up two water bottles and placing them in the tote bag that was filled with a blanket and other food. “hi lessi.” you say wrapping your arms around her waist. “hello bellissima.” she turns around and presses a kiss to your forehead. “lets go.” she mumbles into your hairline while grabbing your hand and pulling you with her.

You walk to the the park together hand in hand. “Less please let me take the bag. Please. You dont have to hold it.” you plead while reaching for the strap resting on her shoulder. “No its fine i can hold it dont worry.” she says while grabbing your hand and interlocking your fingers.

Once you get to the park she lays out the blanket and takes out the water and the assortment of different food. She takes her seat first and you are just left standing there looking at her as if she is the only person in the world. “Cmere baby.” she holds out her arms for you to rest into. You jump down onto the blanket and practically sit on the blonde girl as she laughs at your eagerness. “I love you so much less.” you say while cupping her face and leaning in closer to her. “I love you.” she whispers to you as you place your lips on hers. She pulls away from you after a few seconds. “Lets eat il mio perfetto.” she says to you while untangling her arms from you as you follow suit. You both sit together and talk about nothing and everything all at once.

After being there for two hours and having finished all the food at least an hour before. You stand up and pick up the rubbish and bring it to the bin. When you start on your short walk back to your girlfriend she is folding up the blanket you were both just sitting on and putting it into the bag. “You ready?” she asks while dropping the bag and placing her hands on your waist. “As ready as ill ever be lovely.” You say while quickly picking up the tote bag off the ground and placing it on your shoulder. “No cmon y/n let me take it. Cant have my girl hurting herself.” She says while trying to take the bag off you. “Nope im takimg it lessi you brought it here so ill bring it home.” you retort trying to convince her. “i hate you” she says wrapping her arm around your shoulder as you place yours around her waist. You started on your walk back home as she suddenly grabs the bag from you and places it on her shoulder. “Lessi! Your being so annoying, please let me take it from you.” you say laughing at her eagerness slightly “no baby i want to treat you. Usually you do everything for everyone and i want you to rest for once.” she says while putting a slight pressure on your back soothingly “where is this coming from?” you question looking up at her “i just love you too much to let you get tired.” she says half joking to try brush off your questioning gaze on her. “aren’t you cute.” you say as you press a kiss to the middle of her neck. You grab her hand as you continue your walk back home.

“Alessia?” “You alright?” she asks looking down at you slightly worried. “race you!” you say quickly as you take off down the road. “HEY YOU CHEATER!” she yells after you laughing. You knew it was only a matter of time becore she caught up to you her long legs making it easier for her to run fast. “BOO!” she shouts while picking you up by your waist spinning you around as your legs scrunch up making yourself into a ball in her arms. “LESSI!” you say still in a slight shock from the scare a second ago. She places you down, turns you around before picking you up once again and placing her hands under your ass to keep you secure as you wrap your legs around her waist and your hands go onto her neck stroking it and dipping under her jumper slightly as she walks you both home. You press kisses to her cheeks, neck and nose as she walks home with you in her arms.

“Alright.” she says as she slowly lets go out of her arms and to stand on your own two feet. “I love you.” You say as your arms are still wrapped around her neck and press a passionate kiss to her lips that she happily reciprocated addicted to the feeling of your lips on hers. Her hands sneak up you jumper tightly holing onto your bare skin. She grazes her tongue against the parting of your two lips silently asking your permission. You give it to her while letting out a little moan as she bites your lip slightly. She suddenly comes to her sense and remembers you two are still standing outside where anyone could see you so she pulls away, you whining at the loss of contact with your lessi. She unlocks the door dragging you inside hoping to continue what was happening on the other side of the door not even ten seconds ago, but she soon realizes that won’t happen as you walk straight past her to let Nala inside. “per l'amor del cazzo, quello è un fottuto cane” she mumbles as you bend down to give Nala kisses that your blonde should’ve been on the receiving end of.

Over the next two days she felt as if she was drifting further and further from you as the minutes went on. Once again she knew she was overthinking this, it was a fucking dog she was jealous of, but the fact that you would pull away from her to go pet the dog or leave her in the middle of dinner to find Nala was really starting to upset her. She felt as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders when she saw Millie standing in your kitchen there to collect Nala. She quickly embraced the girl in a hug, having obviously missed her over the last few days, and then wrapping one of her arms around your waist. You pulled away from her warm embrace to say goodbye to Nala as you speak to Millie about her week.

Millie leaves your house a few minutes later with the dog following happily behind her. You go back to the kitchen to see your love standing with her back to you probably on her phone. Your arms wrap around her waist as you nuzzle you head into her back. “hi baby.” you say slightly muffled. Alessia sniffled and you felt her move herself away from you. Her eyes are red. “Alessia are you ok my love?” you ask while reaching out to her, she moves away from your touch. “All week you basically ignored me when we were around the dog. Its like she was some secret girlfriend of yours and you didnt want her finding out about us.” she states looking at you pouting. “Your jealous of a dog?” you question laughter evident in your tone. “No. Im upset with you. Incase you didnt notice you left me every morning to bring the dog for a walk so i never got to wake up with you. You left me alone at the dinner table to go find her for no reason most evenings. You would pull away from my hugs and kisses to go pet her, for fuck sake y/n we havent had sex this week and its my week off!” she says sadness turning to anger. “Alessia.” you start only to be cut off “if you give me some bullshit excuse about being excited to spend time with it im going to sleep in the guest room.” you ignore her threat and continue softly “im so sorry. I truly didnt even realise what i was doing. I just didnt want anything to happen to her because millie loves that dog more than anything and i would be killed if anything happened. Im so sorry Lessi. I love you so much.” You look at her for any signs of her still being upset with you as she locks eyes with you smiling slightly. “Its ok, i just thought you didnt want to spend time with me.” she whispers as her ears turn pink at her own confession. You reach out for her pulling her into you by her hands as you press a kiss to both of them. “Oh Lessi like i would ever not want to be with you.” you say between kisses to her two hands. “Movie night?” you question as it will aid you in giving her every ounce of your attention tonight. “Oh no i have plans already.” she states while walking away from you dropping your hands. “What? Where? With who? Tooney?” You ask her quickly following the blonde girl to get answers. “Nope, with you in our bedroom” she says cheekily to you pulling you in for a kiss. “You cheeky girl.” you laugh as you lean into her for a quick peck that she groans loudly at you for. “But first take away and a movie?” you question sending a toothy grin her way. “Fine. Im kinda hungry anyway.” Lessi says picking you up and walking you slowly to the kitchen your chin resting on her shoulder. “No need for food if your hungry, im right here.” you whisper into her ear as her breath hitches and her movement stops for a split second. “Shut up.” You laugh loudly at her while she places you on the counter. Her face turning redder by the second.

That night is filled with comforting and reassuring words to the blonde girl who you were practically lying on. Safe to say everything was perfect in what she hoped would soon become the Russo household.

mia ragazza - my girl

la mia bellissima ragazza e i suoi giochi mentali - my beautiful girl and her mind games

fermare - stop

bellissima - beautiful

mio perfetto - my perfect

per l'amor del cazzo, quello è un fottuto cane - for fuck sake that fucking dog

hi hope you like this it took me so long to write sorry xx

#alessia russo #woso one shot #woso soccer #woso x reader #lionesses #alessia russo imagine #woso imagine #alessia russo x reader #woso #this is woso

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dreamsy990 · 6 months

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so 358/2 days, amiright? heres my thoughts

this game is just. god its an emotional rollarcoaster

i guess ill start with the things i dont like!! which is mostly the gameplay. i dont really mind the mission structure shockingly (i like being able to roam around but having a clear goal makes things easier for my adhd ass, and i think the miniature storylines are very good for the most part) but i simply could Not get into the combat. especially coming off of kh2 it feels so stiff and unfun to play the only part of the game where i enjoyed the combat was fighting riku at the very end. i think the panel system is okay but i dont like that levels take up space. why did they do that.

story-wise, i dont like the retcons!! a lot of the ones i take issue with are very minor but things like roxas only fighting riku once instead of the implied multiple times (even the dialogue doesnt make sense when you change that, why does roxas say 'how many times do i have to beat you' when theyve only fought once?) are the kinds of inconsistencies that just annoy me.

im also a little bit annoyed at the very concept of this game at all. i think roxas worked just fine as a character without this game. it feels sort of unnecessary in the grand scheme of things. also, xion. i love xion, dont get me wrong, but i dont think she adds anything to the series over all. thats not to say she doesnt add anything to this game because shes a great character and i love her, but shes just. kind of like this game in that if you got rid of her i dont think it would really change the narrative so much.

BUT DESPITE THAT ALL!!!!!!!! i fucking ADORE this game. it is genuinely so full of charm and soul that i just cant bring myself to dislike it. i think this is one of the best written games in terms of dialogue. every scene (at least for me) hit exactly as emotionally hard as i think it was meant to. i was laughing at demyx's antics and crying at xions death and yelling at saix and i think thats exactly how the game is meant to be seen.

days at its heart is a slice of life. its working a 9 to 5 its going through a depressive episode its losing friends its grieving its making fun of your coworkers its living. its a game about life and i love that.

this game really did make me forget that axel roxas and xion dont get a happy ending. i spent so much time looking forward to them making up that i forgot that roxas ran away. hell i almost forgot that xion died.

days is emotional and its story and its characters are just so fucking good. the conflicts all felt very real and you can tell exactly where everyones coming from. the way axel roxas and xion fall apart hits so fucking close to home. but god damnit if axel had any good communication skills like half of this could be avoided

its also one hell of a love letter to axel's character. hes always been one of my favorites (he recently earned first place) and i think this game does him a lot of justice. hes trying to do good. he wants to keep everything together he wants to be there for his friends he wants to make things right but he just cant. its just AUGH its so fucking good

that thing about axel's characterization really also applies to roxas. i dont have much to say about him beyond the fact that i think it does his character very well. also tism. hes so autism.

i kind of like the very limited graphics too. sue me i enjoy low quality games. the hands are not animated and they all have two expressions (blinking and not blinking) and their weapons are flat and im living for it. the very few fully animated cutscenes are good too!!

the (real, i dont count riku) final boss is unfortunately very easy. you can just stand directly in front of her and mash a she wont hit you its too easy but vector to the heavens did mess me up a bit. also earlier scene but "ill always be there to bring you back" with the other promise playing over it? fucked me up man. yoko shimomura is once again killing it

i cant believe roxas didnt get to go to the beach.

i have to give this game a 9/10. its writing is incredible but the gameplay could use a lot of work. its just not fun to play. but again the characters, emotions, and music all make up for that tenfold.

#kingdom hearts #kh 358/2 days #doodles #roxas #axel #xion #kh review

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fl0w3r-33 · 3 days

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First Time

summery: its chris’ first time and you guide him through it….

WARNING: smut, sub!chris x reader, p in v, oral( fem ), no protection( wrap it up kids ), virginity loss, creampie, ma, mama, baby, nickname (NOT PROOFREAD)

( a/n: sorry it took so long for me to post again😭 i was on vacation and school is kicking my ass )

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Me and Chris have never have sex before, we have talked about and we’ve made out and gotten close to it but he’s always kinda pulled away. I will never pressure him into anything bc i don’t know his side of it but ever since we got together (5 months ago) i haven’t had sex or even touched myself. I want to ask him about it but i don’t wanna push boundaries.

Chris was laying across my chest editing a video for his personal channel while i watched him. “ Chris can I ask you something?” i asked thinking about how to word this. “ Of course baby what’s up?” he looked up at me from his computer. I went quiet, “ Do you not want to have sex with me? Like do i do something that you don’t like or are you not ready, im just nervous im doing something wrong.” i blurt out. He turned his head back down motionless. “ im so sorry for asking that, it’s just been in my head for a while an-“ He cuts me off. “ i’ve never done it before” he says quietly. “ what..” i gasped surprisingly. “ yo don’t make fun of me” he rolled his eyes. “ im not baby i just thought you would’ve” i run my hand through his hair. It fell quiet after that, “ can we do it? i mean i never have but i can try” he looks up at me. “ don’t worry ill teach you”

i stand up leading him to my room, pushing the door open and guiding him to he was standing right in front of my bed “ Here sit down” i say slightly push him and straddle him. He smiles up at me pulling me into a kiss. “ Take off my shirt” i say lifting up my arms as he slips my shirt off. Normally when it gets to this point he pulls away, “ do you wanna keep going baby?” i ask breaking the kiss. “Yeah” he lets out a breath. I make eye contact with him reaching behind me uncliping my bra letting it fall off my shoulders. Chris’ eyes widened look straight at them. I picked up his hands pulling them up to grab my tits “ you can touch me baby don’t be scared” i wink i him. he lets a slight whimper slip as he stars getting harder under me. I rock back and forth creating friction between us. “ can i taste you?” chris whimpers. “ of course baby.” i say with a smile getting off of him and crawling to the head of the bed taking my panties off leaning back and spreading my legs infront of him. “ fuck you so pretty” he moved over between my legs. He pushed a finger in me, i let out a gasp and i look down at him. “your so wet mama” he latches his lips to my clit. he continues licking in my folds, he pulls away “ am i doing good” he looks up at me still pumping his fingers in me. “ fuck yes good job” i lightly push his head back into me rocking my hips on his face. He smirks onto my pussy at my actions and continues. “ fuck chris im close” i moan. his tongue speed up in me, i let go with a squeal as he laps up my cum.

“great job chris” i smiled down at him. “you taste good ma” he said connecting our lips. “can i ride you” i asked. “yes please” he said swapping places with me. i kneel on the bed next to him, i pulled off his sweats palming his hard through his underwear. I watched as his eyes roll back a bit as a touch him. i slide down his underwear my eyes widened at his size, i slung my leg over to straddle him giving his dick i few times before sliding down on him. “omg you so big” i fall forward putting my hands on either side on his head. He grabs my hips moving them up and down on him “ god you feel so good” he groans letting his mouth fall open. i start bouncing on him at a fast pace feeling him squeeze my things in pleaser.

I feel the knot in my stomach, i clench around him “fuck baby i’m so close” he whimpers from below me. “go ahead and cum pretty boy im right behind you i arched my back.” His hips jerk up into me as a feel strings of his hot cum inside of me as a fall over the edge with my legs shack and my nails digging into his shoulders. i get off of him and he moves over so can fit in the bed to and looks at me. “thank you” he half smiles at me. “for what baby?” i stroke his soft brown hair. “For yk… being my first time” he says. “no problem you did wonderful baby” i say getting up and going over to get him and i clothes and tossing him some sweats. “so did you” he breathes pulling clean pants on. i ran back over to the giggling and cuddling with chris until i felt his breathing slow and he feel asleep peacefully. “ my beautiful boy” i admire him…

#smut #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #smut sturniolo

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alicenpai · 1 month

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art thoughts lately!! particularly about con prep ..

- i am getting tired of drawing chibis during con prep season 😔 like i mentioned before, i think im "good" at drawing them, but they are kind of uninteresting to draw. and i get bored after a while! i think that's why charms burn me out so fast. luckily my last "specialty" merch design was just submitted so . i can move on to prints and other designs now

- i still like designing charms but i think i might try portrait charms. which means that like . my charm catalogue will cover a less broad range of fandoms (?) bc portraits will take a lot more work + harder to draw characters i don't know well

- might also still do buttons bc i like the idea of having low cost options on my table (i.e. canadian con goers tend to have a lower purchasing power?) although i think i may have been under charging...... i might have to raise the price by a few cents, because again, they do take time to draw. i put unnecessary amounts of detailing in them . it sparks joy ok 😔 anything priced under like. $10 (?) will be a low cost merch option and i like the idea of still having my art be "accessible" and not just like. having $15-20 charms and prints

- i also want to lean more into like. stickers in the style of the baccano sheet i drew last year! i think it's a lot of fun to interpret a favourite series in this graphic design style. a lot of work and research but yeah

- i hate lineart again so it might be time to learn how to clean sketches again

- might also be time to crank out the chisel brushes again - whenever i see artists using the chisel brush it makes me miss my 2017-18 era art sm .... there's such a delicious flow in chisel brushes .. part of the reason i stopped using them is 1. i was getting tired of using the brush (though i think my 2019 art was a bit tame compared to the previous year), and 2. complications on my computer with photoshop and then having to move on to clip. i can't replicate the tilt sensitivity of my ps brushes (specifically the helen chen brushes) in clip ^__T so i had to learn to wield another set of favourite brushes. i know clip also has chisel brushes but this one was my favourite aughhgh. will have to dive into the brush settings window for like 2 hours again ..

- overall, im really looking forward to stickers and prints the most! esp prints! i have a greater vision of what i want to capture in my art, after doing the Halloween piece and the pandora hearts twin mirrors piece. i want to push my art in a more illustrative direction (thank you miss shirahama kamome of witch hat atelier you have changed my life), if it works out. ill definitely have to toss the old prints that don't suit my style anymore, though ill see about doing a "last call" to see if anyone wants em during anime north 🤔 if not they will be recycled hehe

#diary #i can't sleep so im gonna type my thoughts into the void 😔

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Owl, I'm having a less than stellar day. Could you tell me what's your favourite fun moment you've written lately, or a headcanon for the holders, or anything really?

im sorry youre not having a good day. i hope things look up for you soon and that tomorrow will treat you better!

im running on two hours of sleep and bad decisions, so most of my day has just been rewriting the same scene over and over again to make it feel more natural. it's a hard scene. I've also spent some time sketching out dialogue for other scenes. its part of my process for emotional sections, especially when I'm trying to worry about how each dialogue bounces off one another. basically, script writing before worrying about the physical stuff.

sorry, tangent— all to say that im working backwards on chapter 16, and I'm working on the hefty emotional parts. that's probably nothing you want to hear from me.

im still trying to decide how rabid i want izuku to be in this last scene. regardless, toshinori's going to look at him and say 'yes. that one. i want the feral one.' i think it's going to be very cute, especially since toshinori's going to play a much bigger role over time. why don't you decide? how much (0-10)/what kind of brand of feral would you like me to give him

i think something i look forward to is a great big OFA hug. i can see it in the distance. it'll take some time but ill get there

#my asks #sweet (shay)berry #imaginary

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Request 😱

😂 sorry

i was wondering if you could do a Fred Weasley x reader where they have been friends for a long time and it’s sorta a slow burn and it throws the reader off because out of no where Fred starts to get really shy kinda around them and they are really confused. Until one night at a gryffindor party and he has had a few too many drinks and they reader gets him out of there so he won’t make a fool of himself and they go to the astronomy tower to kinda just chill out and he looks at the reader and everything just spills. He tells them that he has loved them for such a long time and he is just completely convinced they don’t feel the same way but the do lol.

thanks bestie boo :) 🙏🏻 🫶🏻 have fun with it :)))

Of course!

again, im not the best writer so hang in there lol i either write in too much detail or not enough usually so make sure to give me some constructive criticism!

Fred Weasley x gender neutral!Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, underage drinking, gingers

Looking at the stars

I walk into my charms class, holding all my book maybe a bit too many and i scan the room until my eyes land on a certain red-head and his brother. Fred and George Weasley, Two identical twin brothers.

They may look the same but they are very different. I've always been closer to Fred rather than George, Fred and i just click! platonically of course! And that's all we'll ever be...

As i walk over to them Fred notices.

"Hey Y/N! Come sit!" Fred yells, waving at me.

I walk over and sit on his right and just get myself situated as Fred and George talks to the others. I suddenly notice Fred looking at me subtly, once i look back he quickly turns his head away. Huh, strange.. He's never acted like this before.

"What's up Fred? I say, scooching forward to get a better view of his face.

"O-oh! nothing! Don't worry about it y/n!" He's says, frantically. "Actually, i was wondering if you're going to the party in Gryffindor dorm? Its next week and it would be could if you would show up!" He says

"hm..", I'm not too sure if i would be welcomed seeing as I'm not a Gryffindor(Ignore this if you are). Maybe i should go, it could be fun! "maybe, ill think about it" I say, smiling at him.

He furrows his eyebrows "Okay fine, but you better give me an answer soon."

A few days later as i'm sitting outside reading, I hear something behind me. But before i could turn around, something grabs me by the shoulders.

"BOO!" I hear someone say and i jump in fear. I turn around to see... Fred. Of course.

"Not funny! I could of had a heart attack and died!" I say, unable to bite back my smile.

"oh noooo, darn" He says sarcastically as he sits besides me. Then he subtly scoots away a few inches I wonder what that's about?

"How caring." I sarcastically, smiling and looking into his eyes. I notice he's looking anywhere but my eyes, but i don't say anything. There he goes, acting odd again.

"Soooo, have you made up your mind about the party?" He says excitedly.

I smile, i've always loved seeing him get excited about hings, and how could i say no to that face. "Alright, fine. Ill go, as long as you don't leave me in a random corner not talking to anybody." I say, half-joking.

"I would never! i, am the most noble of all knights" He says in a joking tone with a smirk plastered on his face.

"Yeah sure you are, prince charming" I say, trying to hold back a small laugh. I notice a weird reaction from him when i called him that, and his face is getting redder? Maybe he's getting a sunburn, i don't know how gingers work.

On the night of the party I start to get ready, getting in my favorite outfit and heading to the Gryffindor common room. I look and see people all around with red solo cups and the dim lighting. Am.. am i late? I thought it started at 9, I look at my phone to see the time is 11:30. Ah, so i am. Whoops

I look around to see Fred and George, both chugging down punch from the punch bowl, i hope that's not spiked. I walk over to them and Fred quickly notices, stopping what he's doing to look at me.

"Y/N!!! HIIIII!!" He says excitedly, and very very loud. "Where were you!??? I wass looking everywhere but *HICCUP* couldn't find you!!" He says, slurring his word.

The punch was definitely spiked.

"Oh sorry Fred, I was late. But- are you okay?" I say, concern all over my face. He shakes his head as a no, then stops to think, then shakes his head yes. "W-what??" I say, very confused.

"Watcha doin?" He's says, giving me a cute little goofy smile.

"Ok, i'm getting you out of here you look like you're gonna fall over any second now." I say, sternly. I then grab his hand and start leading him.

I look behind me to make sure he's okay and see him staring at me with an odd expression. "Uh, whatcha looking at buddy?" I say softly.

"y-youre prettyy" He says giggling a bit. That's just the drink talking, i'm sure. I'm not his type, right?

I decide to go to astronomy tower, he plops down onto the floor looking at me, I start laughing a bit, seeing him like this is so weird. But either way, i decide to join him and sit next to him.

"Hhheyy y/n. ynow you're really really pretty. I like looking at your face" He slurrs, with a goofy smile on his face.

"I'm sure that's just the alcohol talking, Fred." I say, looking into my lap.

"But its not," He starts "I do think you're super prettyy! I really really really like you!" He says, extenuating the last really. "You're so sweet and funny, and you always laugh at my jokes! Even when they suck!" He says, lifting my chin to look at him.

I quickly become flustered at, well, everything that's going on right now! "s-so, you like like me?" I quietly say in a questioning tone.

"mmhm!" He hums " I always have! I was just afraid you wouldn't like me back..." He says, being a bit quieter at the last part. "I mean, you're so awesome! you deserve so much more than me. You deserve someone like c-" I cut him off, pulling him into a quick kiss.

It only lasted a second or two, but mage a huge impact

"you dummy, i've liked you since, well forever!" I say, still blushing, matching him. He looks at me, smiling.

We quietly hold hands, in a comfortable silence, looking at the stars.

I hope you enjoyed this! it was fun to write!

I think i may have wrote a bit too much but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

I am still currently taking requests and would love to hear your prompts!

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vvmylove · 5 months

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I can make you mine Pt.2

Okay it was NOT 10 google docs pages I apologize(im delulu)- Either way, here you go. I also got rid of the pole.

READ PART 1 FIRST

1,225 words

Y/N halts her movements, turning her head to the side. “Maybe you are like a damn puppy,” she seethes, already annoyed. Even though they had just met, he had already gotten on her nerves. Taking a deep breath, she continues walking down the halls.

“Oh yeah? Wanna test out your theory?” Goo challenges with a smirk, pacing faster just so he could stop right in front of her. He found the situation amusing. “I could be a damn puppy, or I could take you on my lap and show you-” he begins to mention before being interrupted by his phone ringing. His playful antics were over. Goo clears his throat, taking out his phone. “Hold on-” he places a finger on Y/N’s lips as he takes the call.

Y/N furrows her brows at the sudden change of atmosphere. “You whore,” she murmurs under her breath before swatting his hand away from her face. “Don't ever talk to me again,” she raises her voice this time, clearly annoyed before storming off.

Goo lets out a light chuckle, thinking the girl would end up running back to him sooner or later. Who wouldn’t? He's Goo Kim after all. Or so he thought- He watches as the girl storms off and shrugs it off, but a minute later he quickly chases after her.

“Hey wait a minute! We are NOT done talking-” he whines.

Y/N doesn’t stop. Of course she wasn’t. She makes a swift turn into an office and slams the door in his face. Slamming her back against the wall, she had forgotten to lock it. She huffs, catching her breath for a moment before walking over to the chair and taking a seat. Thinking she was successful, she leans back in victory.

That was until Goo had aggressively turned the knob on the door, thinking it was locked. The door had swung open and he had almost lost his balance. A small grin appears on his face, composing himself. “So is that how it is? Running away like a coward?” he playfully questions, shutting the door behind him. He walks over to the desk, leaning forward a little.

Now it was Y/N’s turn to whine. “Leave me alone! What are you doing here?” she pouts, attempting to somehow shoo him away by her charm (doesn't make any sense, but in her mind it did.)

“I'm asking myself the same questions” he sighs to himself. He rolled one of the chairs over to where she was, sitting right next to her. Placing an elbow on the chair and the other hand under his chin, he faces her.

“So you really wanna test out your theory?” Goo reminds her, wriggling his brows teasingly. He smiles sweetly, snaking his hand from the chair over to her thigh out of nowhere. “Like I said, I could be a damn puppy, or I could-”

“That's all you can do?” Y/N blurts out, interrupting him. She snickers, raising a brow at him as she looks down at his hand. She may have been annoyed before, but now she wasn’t phased. Maybe she could play his game after all.

"Yeah I'd like to see you try," she challenges, smirking as she stands up. "You know Charles wouldn't approve anyways" she finalizes, sticking her tongue out at him.

Goo’s face lights up seeing Y/N take the bait, “Looks like i'll have to put you in your place then.” He adjusts the glasses on his face, standing up. He basically towered over her, looking down at her in admiration at her words.

“And who said I give a damn about Charles? You think I can't have a little fun~?" He teases, glancing down at her.

Y/N giggles before extending her hand out. "I demand 5 billion dollars then," she says confidently. She wanted to know how far he would go.

“5 Billion? Hmm… What do I get in return?”

“To be yours”

“And ill be yours? Sounds like a good deal to me” He whispers, his tone sweet and enticing. Goo takes a step closer, his hand slowly creeps towards her, caressing the side of her cheek.

Y/N slaps his hand away once again. “Nuh uh- I said, give me 5 billion first,” she tilts her head to face out the window, placing her hands behind her back.

“5 billion? Charles’ had never even offered me that much. You know I can do something better instead,” he suggested, taking another step forward. “I can give you all the attention and love you’d ever want-” He suggests, trying to convince her with his charm. He leans in a little more, slowly placing his hands around her hips. Sounds like a good deal to me, idk why Y/N’s playing hard to get😭

She places her hands on top of his for a moment, before moving it off her hips. She grips onto his wrist with a smile, “I said, 5 billion won and ill date you.” She knew the guy would never give up money that easily. It was an easy win for her, hopefully he would stop bothering her.

Goo chuckles at her words, taking out his phone. “5 billion for a pretty girl huh?” He shakes his head. Just because Charles had not paid him that much, doesn’t mean he doesn’t have other ways of earning money. He chases money for a living, and is willing to spend it. 5 billion won was easily replaceable, but a girl like Y/N wasn’t. He enjoyed the thrill of chasing her, the idea of having her as his. It's not like they were serious anyways. Goo clicks another few buttons and Y/N’s phone notifies her that the transaction was completed.

Y/N was dumbfounded, bringing her phone to her face. She thought asking for a high amount would send the guy away, not bring him closer. But still, she took a good look at him. Goo was handsome, there's no doubt in that. She stares at the bright screen, verifying the amount. She had not expected him to actually pay such an amount.

She raises her head up to look at him, maintaining eye contact. Her eyes never leave his, as she seats herself on one of the larger couches, looking over as to invite him to join her. She couldn’t resist him anyways. Me when i realize I indeed control the story

She takes a seat on one of the couches, making herself comfortable. Goo doesn’t hesitate to join her, immediately placing his hands on her with a smirk. Not knowing where to start, he places his hand on her sides. “It's settled then right? You're all mine,” he states, answering his own question.

This time, Y/N doesn’t resist any of his touches. Instead, she leans in with a nod. Goo doesn’t waste any more time as his lips attach to her neck, placing soft kisses. She tilts her head to the side, as to give him more space to mark. She brings her hands up to play with his soft locks, gripping onto his hair. She yanks his head back a little, ”Already huh?” she smirks, looking into his eyes for a minute before crashing her lips onto his. She had to admit. Goo was hot. He definitely made Y/N his.

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why is this only 2 parts damn😭 I thought I would be able to go for about 4 chapters.

man ive been all caught up with school work- I couldn't find the proper time to write this. Sorry if its you know, not up to standard.

#is it just me or does ptj NOT know how to draw goo cuz he looks different in every panel #give me goo #anyways here you goo #feeding my delulu fans once again (dont starve pls)#lookism #goo kim #lookism fanfic #lookism thoughts #fanfiction #goo #goo fic part 2

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ryndicate · 1 year

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ A Drop in Time

Fate does not grant death to the weary.

Vampire!Megumi x reader (fem body/pronouns)

notes: me looking at my notes for the next chapter and grinning. i cannot begin to tell you how fun it's going to be. thanks to my beta reader once again! this chapter is a bit shorter than the last but it is v important to moving the plot forward! and yes we actually speak to Megumi in this one im just gonna get that out of the way right now lol.

warnings: vampire lore drop! nothing else that I can think of. Enjoy!

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⋆��₊⋆ Ch. iii. ☪︎ Masterlist ☪︎ Series Warnings ☪︎ Ch. v ⋆⁺₊⋆

You have odd, hazy recollections of food and water passing your lips, but nothing is clear.

You feel groggy and unfocused when your eyes finally open and don’t immediately close again. Sitting up is not a simple affair, your back aching and backside sore. You must have been asleep for some time. Your arm still throbs, but it’s duller than you’d expect. You glance down at the bandaging and resist the urge to peel it off and inspect the wound. There’s no way of telling how much or little it’s healed; the risk of aggravating it to sate your curiosity isn’t worth the pain that could follow.

You give a curious stare at the small fireplace on the opposite side of the room. You’ve heard warnings of not lighting fires underground. No one else is here with you, and you don’t know whether to feel relief or unease; before you can decide the door scrapes open.

Satoru slips through the doorway and his eyebrows raise at the sight of you sitting up. “Lambkin is finally awake, is she?”

You don’t answer him, picking at the cloth of your covers, eyes downcast.

He crosses the room and seats himself at the edge of the bed, noting the way you shift away from him.

“I’m here to remedy a mistake I made,” he begins with a grin, one that quirks in annoyance when you speak before he can continue.

“Why aren’t I dead?” you ask dully. “Did the prince die anyways? Did you fail to heal your master’s illness? Does that mean– does that mean I can go home?” Your throat is thick with unshed tears as a wave of longing and hopelessness crashes over you.

Satoru is silent as your shoulders shake, tears starting to streak down your cheeks, and you don’t dare to look up to see whether his beautiful face spells amusement or disdain. You can’t bear him right now.

“Allow me to explain your purpose here, Rumi,” Satoru says gently.

You hate that he’s making an attempt at comfort, even more so that it’s working. Your tears ease, and your hiccups slowly settle before you blink watery eyes up at him.

“It was never so that you would die here. You are Prince Megumi’s fated match.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

“It means that you are priceless now.”

“I don’t know what that means!”

Satoru huffs in annoyance. “I’m trying to tell you that you are safe. Your life is promised.”

“Satoru, you’re making it worse. Again.”

You look to see Megumi standing in the doorway and your breath catches. He looks so different now. His skin seems to have life in it, his hair looks like black silk, and the way he walks as he steps into the room is filled with a power you don’t want to think too deeply about. He’s leagues away from the deathbed you last saw him on.

“Rumi.”

You shudder as he says your name, but you can’t stop yourself from meeting his eyes. They’re a softer, deeper green than your horrific memories supply to you. Focused, intense…but calm. There’s none of the anger you expect; nothing insidious, nothing that should make you feel like a mouse in front of its hunter, but you still can’t relax.

“Satoru did nothing to explain why you were brought here,” Megumi begins.

“Taken.” His lashes flutter as he blinks in surprise at your interruption. You have no spine to back up your words but you say it again anyways softly, eyes averted. “I was not brought, I was taken.”

“Right. You were taken here because that night in your village, I discovered you as my blood match.”

“What is a blood a match?” You finally look at him. He’s sporting an annoyed expression that seems at home on his regal features.

“You humans would like the word soulmate,” Satoru cuts in with a cheeky grin.

Your mouth falls open in surprise, but before you can speak Megumi gives a low curse. “Those two things are not comparable, Satoru! You know this. Stop trying to make a mess of things.”

Eyeing the prince warily, you wait for him to take a deep breath and continue. “A blood match means nothing more than my immortal body happening upon the perfect source of sustenance. So perfect that it will never accept anything less than perfect ever again as long as I draw breath. I fell ill because I was not aware a match had been made, and I suffered the misfortune of consuming lesser blood. Thankfully, Satoru figured out where the match occurred, and that is why you were br—taken. He had to.”

The more he speaks, the more you feel darkness crushing in around you. As transparent as his words appear, something within you whispers that he is hiding something. You choose to believe it. “This cannot be real. There is nothing about this in the texts!”

“This is one of our race’s most sacred bonds.” Satoru crosses one leg over his knee and rests back in the chair. “It’s not for humans to know and make a mockery of in those ridiculous books you humans pray to.”

“Satoru, quiet.” Megumi glares him into silence before turning back to you. “I would like to formally apologize for the manner Satoru showed you on the way here. Had I been of sound mind when he left I would not have allowed such treatment.”

“I don’t believe you,” you whisper, clutching the blanket closer, covering your shoulders as if you could hide yourself from them. The bottom line is that he is a vampire. Sense requires that you reject him without reservation. “I don’t believe any of this. I won’t. What you’re saying is impossible. What you’re saying means…” I can never leave this place.

The prince sits quietly and waves Satoru down when he stands sharply from his seat.

“I understand that this change is new and strange. Unsettling. But it is inexorable. As much as I wish otherwise for the both of us, I can do nothing to change this and neither can you. We must submit to fate.”

“This is your fate, not mine!” you spit at him with a sudden ferocity that you didn’t know you possessed. “I am not one of you, I do not need this match, and I don’t need you! I would sooner die than be raised as cattle.”

Satoru is soft, eerily calm in his words as he reprimands of your outburst. “Do not speak to him like that, lambkin. Do you need a reminder of what I’m capable of?” Your body shudders in recollection and you shrink away from the taller vampire, but Megumi rises to meet him.

“If you cannot remain silent, then leave us. I will not say so again.” When Satoru sits again, Megumi sits on your bed at your side. It takes every ounce of will in your body to not scramble away, but you find the courage to meet his eyes.

“I have no intention of treating you like ‘cattle’, as you chose to put it. You will live well here. You will be treated kindly, and Satoru will learn his manners. You will live in excellence and want for nothing I am capable of providing for you. In exchange, you simply must provide for me. I have no other choice in this matter. Starvation is not an option for me.”

“For you? Is it an option at all?” you ask, quiet and filled with spite.

“It has been chosen by others in the past, yes. But for me, I choose to live,” Megumi returns evenly. “I have obligations that must be met. I’m trying to make you see sense, Rumi. I would rather you choose this to make it easier on yourself. But if you choose to force my hand, then so be it, because there is no other way. I cannot allow myself the death you demand of me.”

“So,” your throat warbles with emotion that you can’t hold back, wet frustration, “You want me to choose to stay, but you won’t let me leave?”

“Yes.”

“How is that any different than being cattle, or your prisoner if you so hate the word?” you demand, voice cracking as you begin to inch away from him.

“How is it not?” Megumi’s eyebrows furrow, and a broken part of you wants to laugh at the frustrated confusion on his face. His form leans towards yours denying your retreat inch by inch, but the intense focus of his gaze makes you wonder if he’s even conscious of his approach. His emerald eyes are burning. “I’m offering you a comfortable life, one without end that would hold very few discomforts. Why wouldn’t you choose this? Why make this harder than it must be?”

He’s opening his mouth to say more but your heart has closed to him, exhausted of this nightmare, of the way he speaks down to you no matter what scrupulous intent he might think he has. “If you really have to ask such a thing…then you are more of a monster than I thought you were.”

Whatever he was about to say dies on his tongue at your whispered words. Megumi grits his teeth and his eyes harden into a stony glare that has you trembling in fright. Though his demeanor has turned sour he says nothing to reprimand your insult, his head whipping to the side to pin his gaze on the walls. He exhales sharply through his nose, and then he speaks. The words that follow point in the same direction, towards the stone, as if you were beneath even that.

“You are not permitted to leave this room. In a few days I will move you somewhere better suited. Food will be brought to you, and no one will come near you but Satoru and myself until I have selected a trusted pool of servants. I will come to f—to visit—at least four…” He glances at you speculatively, his eyes trailing up and down your form. His lips tug down. “Three days a week.”

A whimper tugs its way up your throat. You try to kill it, but what little sound does escape sounds even more pitiful than if you had done nothing.

“It seems we’ve overwhelmed the little lamb. Maybe we should let her rest.”

You give Satoru an empty glare that he does not even bother to receive, his icy blue eyes settled on his lord. A bitter and sinister feeling rears its head within you as you wish once more that you had been successful when you shoved him from that cliff. After all he has put you through, what little he could be held accountable for is to acknowledge you. But he does not look your way as he waits for Megumi to speak, so instead you turn your back on them and settle back down into the bed, pulling the covers as high up as you can without covering your head, though the urge to do so is strong. Your actions grant you their attention and despite how you felt just moments ago, as everything said settles into your mind, you suddenly want nothing more than to escape their shared gaze burning into your back as Megumi quietly agrees to retire.

Thankfully after a few more moments of silence their steps finally retreat towards the door. Neither bid you goodnight. You wonder if it even is night. It’s impossible to tell the mark of the sun so far beneath the ground, and you wonder if you’ll ever see the sun again.

The door closes behind them with a finality that you feel in your bones, but as much as you wish to let yourself fall to the relief of sleep something in you bids you to sit up and swing your legs from the bed to the floor. You can feel right away how stiff your legs are, swallowing a groan of discomfort as you rise. You move carefully towards the door, your poor legs doing their best to bear you after what feels like days of no use. As you grow closer, you realize you can still hear their voices. They seem to be conversing, rather heatedly.

You press your ear closer and listen.

“You heard her. She will never agree to such a thing. And if he discovers her, then there is little I can do.”

“Maybe you ought to consider wooing her, prince.”

“Unnecessary. I have no interest in her affection, I simply need her here.”

“And at the moment she has no interest in yours, but what human makes such a change in their lives—willingly—over mere friendship?” Megumi doesn’t answer and Satoru continues insistently. “Show her love. Make her want to stay. Make it so she cannot imagine life without you, that death is only a worse fate because she would no longer be at your side. You don’t have to mean any of it, but you must make show. It is fair strategy.”

“Do you understand how tedious of a lifetime you are asking of me? To enact such a farce? And until when? Time does not move among us so fleetingly,” Megumi demands in a sharp hiss. “And when she discovers such a theatric? What then? This is no solution.”

Satoru counters promptly. “If she doesn’t choose this, if you cannot make her choose this, then for you, my prince, time is finished altogether. I will not allow that.” His voice has taken on a manic tone that you well recognize. It chills you to the spot, forcing you to listen even when the mere memory of his magic has you aching to return to the sanctuary of your bed. Your mind turns to static as Satoru continues to insist upon his stance; if you weren’t so exhausted you know you ought to be taking his words to memory, but it is so. You want to rest. It’s only when the prince cuts his advisor off that your mind returns to you,

Megumi’s voice becomes icy and you wonder at the prince himself that he does not cower nor balk from an entity like Satoru. “I have heard your counsel. I am done speaking of this. I will hear it no more.”

You slink back to your bed and silently pour out your misery into the pillows. Your fingers twist into them in horrified realization and your heart almost shatters as you come to realize that your mother's pelted blanket is no longer the softest thing you've ever touched. You can't help but wonder just how much this place is going to steal from you.

a/n: ch. 4 and we talked to our ML!! Are we proud of me yet?

Reblogs and kind comments incredibly appreciated <3

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