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[mayleaorlaith]

Hypocrite

Theodore Nott x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content (sex), swearing

Description: The reader is embarrassed by the hickies Theo left on her, but she's not one to speak.

Merlin, you were pissed. Or, maybe — maybe you were embarrassed. Afterall, there were purple and yellow bruises all over your breasts and along your collarbone and up the sides and back of your neck. Despite your best efforts, your makeup hadn’t covered them all, and the collar of your blouse kept smearing the foundation and exposing more of them to the entire student body. A student body who couldn’t stop talking about you.

“Trip down the stairs did you, Y/n?” Pansy teased.

“Our very own Slytherin slut,” Daphne laughed fondly.

“By the name of Salazar,” Blaise breathed heavily at the sight of them.

You could only sigh in frustration, your head in your palms, “Guys, stop, please. Everyone and their mothers are giving me shit about it, you don’t need to join in.”

You weren’t lying. In Defense Against the Dark Arts, Snape had practically burnt a hole through your neck, and then, in Transfiguration, McGonagall had quietly asked if you needed to step out to touch up your makeup. The worst, however, was Potions with Slughorn. His opinion of you since the beginning of the year had been purely positive since your family were fairly wealthy and you achieved some of the highest grades in his class. When he saw the hickeys all over you, though, his bulbous nose had turned up in disgust and he made a most unpleasant grunt of disproval. You were sure you had made his blacklist.

“This warrants murder,” said Pansy.

“It does, doesn’t it?” You asked, “I am so fucking mad at him for this.”

Oh, but you could hardly speak.

You and Theo (your boyfriend and hickey-giver) both received invitations to a party that was held the night before, and despite knowing you had school the next day, you went. Once you were about ten drinks in, you were completed sloshed, and when you were completely sloshed, you got horny.

Though the crowd of party-goers stood between yourself and Theo, you could still see every part of him. He was just standing there, chatting with Blaise and Draco, a can of cheap beer held lazily in his right hand while his left was barely touching his hip. He was so, so hot. You bit your lip sexily then made your way over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, kissing the back of his white shirt, and leaving stains of red lipstick all over it.

“Hey, Y/n, baby,” he hummed, happy from all the drinks he’d downed in the three hours prior, “What’s up?”

“Teddyyy,” you mused and stared up at him as he looked over his shoulder at you, “I want sex.”

Blaise and Draco snickered and Theo shot them a glare. After that, you can imagine what happened. Lots of moaning, groaning, grunting, panting. Enough snogging to last you both a lifetime, but not really because there was no such thing as “enough snogging,” and love making that lasted well past the rise of the sun that peeked through the window to Theo’s dorm room and illuminated every gorgeous curve of your body.

While Theo was the kind of sexual partner to want to leave marks all over you — not because he was the jealous type, just the prideful type, he liked everyone to see that he’d won you — you were the kind of sexual partner who liked it rough. You liked to feel his dick more or less pounding against your womb, so close that it almost warranted a trip to Madame Pomfrey. You liked when he thrusted into you fast, but not sloppy, always obeying your comments of ‘faster, Theo’ and ‘honey, please, I need it faster.’ But he couldn’t obey too much, you were very particular about that. He had to make you feel good, but he still had to be in control. It was always best if he gave in to every third or fourth demand, so that you had to beg for it. But the best part about rough sex with Theo? Well, it was what made you such a hypocrite.

“Mate,” Draco gaped at Theo’s back in the locker rooms before quidditch practice, “Did you get into a fight with a werewolf or something?”

Theo frowned in confusion, “What are you talking about?”

Draco motioned for Theo to move into view of the mirror and when he got a good look at his reflection he joined in the gaping. Long, red lines ran down his back like the British army at the Battle of Balaclava. He had become a canvas and you had painted him with your claws. He ought to have them clipped, Merlin’s beard.

The scratches were mostly up and down (go figure), but there were are couple that ran horizontally which Theo couldn’t place the origin of. You had torn him apart, you freak.

And that’s when you stormed into the locker room. Pucey had squealed, that was the first sign that you had entered. The second was the smart-ass warning that escaped Draco’s mouth ( “Look what the cat dragged in… or maybe she herself is the cat,” he said.

“She is the cat’s mother,” you responded, annoyed, and kicked him in the shin.

“My point still stands,” he laughed painfully).

Your hands were covering your eyes so as to not expose yourself to the privates of the entire Slytherin Quidditch team, and Theo thought you looked like a total dork in the cutest way. A pout had settled on your lips to make up for the fact that your frown was also hidden behind your hands.

“Theodore Nott!” You huffed and the locker room broke out into a chorus of ‘ooh’s, “Shut up, all of you — Theodore, look at what you’ve done to my neck.”

“I can’t really see behind your hands, lovey,” said Theo and you swore you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Use your imagination then, I’m sure you remember what you did to me last night — Oh, aren’t you all so mature,” you hissed as the boys erupted into laughter like little children.

You felt Theo’s hands settle on your hipbones as if they were arm rests. He pulled you in until your nose hit his chest and removed your hands from your face. So safe you were in his presence that you couldn’t see any of the other boys around you. With his big eyes that were more ocean-coloured than sky, he stared down at you, and flashed his brilliantly white grin.

“You aren’t much better, you know?” He said with a tone of question in his voice and continued to talk when he realised you didn’t know what he was talking about, “My back?”

He turned for you and upon seeing the mess you had evidently made on his back, you shut your mouth.

“Even?” Asked Theo.

“Even,” you nodded.

[mayleaorlaith]

𝑩𝑬 𝑴𝒀 𝑶𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑰𝑵 𝑨 𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬

PAIRING: Theodore Nott x Reader

SUMMARY: You and Theodore have a delicate relationship, a childhood acquaintances to enemies to a casual affair with one of your boyfriend's closest friends if you wish, but he's determined to prove that he can be, and already is, the best man for you.

WORD COUNT: 3.4k

WARNINGS: Cheating. Underage drinking. Suggestiveness. Concepts of blood supremacy are applied. It's mildly suggested that Theodore has a toxic relationship with his family and this leads to mental health issues (even a mention of self-harm and attempted suicide). It's actually sweeter than the visuals suggest.

A/N: Title inspired by Love Song by Lana Del Rey. It's a mix of my resurgent love for Blair and Chuck and for rom-coms. I envision the emerald set Theodore gifts as something akin to the Bulgari one Anne Hathaway wore.

You and Theodore had a unique dynamic, to say the least. You were both born into traditional pure-blood families, and traces of each other were ever-present in childhood memories (play dates while your mothers gathered for high tea) that became more constant in your Hogwarts years, sharing not only the same year but also the same common room and friend group.

But that didn't make him any more tolerable. In fact, Theodore Nott was the true meaning of contemptible, self-centered, and with some bordering on sociopathic tendencies that were hidden by his almost always silent demeanor, intently observing his surroundings through his striking eyes and with an all-knowing smile that was infuriating.

So what a surprise it was when during one of the many forbidden late-night parties, after a particularly nasty fight with Draco (your boyfriend since third year and the one you would marry one day, have two beautiful pure-blood children with, and become the first lady of the Malfoy Manor), you found yourself naked and panting in the bed of none other than Theo.

“I always knew there was more to you than meekly following Malfoy around,” he said as his fingertips ran from your right hand to your collarbone, his predatory eagle eyes drinking in your vision. “All those years of holding back never stood a chance, did they? No matter how long you try to be good, you can't repress a bad girl.”

And that huge mistake, the size of a sentence to Azkaban, led to a heated conversation, read you using all your willpower not to strangle the boy to a painful death, promising that what had happened the night before was nothing more than a mistake, a very good one, but still a mistake that should be wiped from your memories and never mentioned again, least of all to your beloved boyfriend.

That's not to say that Theodore didn't spend the following weeks making jokes here and there with a cynical smile that raised a few eyebrows, but still flew over the heads of your friends who didn't and shouldn't know what had happened in the boys' dorm. The taunts only stopped when you caught him alone in one of the empty corridors just before curfew, “Look here, Nott,” you tugged hard on his green and silver tie until he was bending over you, your eyes staring into his with a fierce fire. “If you were planning on telling Draco anything, you would have done it the morning after... the incident. But you won't because you don't want him to hate you and you know damn well he will. The game is over and so are your stupid jokes.”

Theo gave a tight smile, "The game isn't over until I say it is."

It was your turn to smile, but this time much more evil and self-assured, "Then have fun playing with yourself," you pushed him away, walking towards the common room with determined steps, leaving the shocked boy behind.

How you'd like to say that was the end of the horror story. But the world didn't bend to your every wish, nor did your body respond with disinterest to those killing eyes, veiny hands, and thick thighs covered by the uniform trousers, and when arguments with Draco or boredom while he was training with the Quidditch team or just the need for a good fuck struck, you found yourself making the walk of shame to Theo's room who always answered with open arms and the biggest smug grin.

“I'm afraid ‘m gonna have to tell your parents that the house elves they hired for their beloved daughter's birthday ball cater for underage girls,” the irritatingly familiar voice reached your ears with a warm breath against the nape of your neck, almost making your eyes flutter shut, but you didn't allow it, turning with a tight fake smile.

Theo looked like a dream, or the figment of your worst intentions, standing in a black suit that looked like it had been designed for him (and indeed it had), a smile painted his features as his blue eyes ran all over your beautiful figure that was hugged by a long dress, a brilliant diamond necklace sparkled around your neck, one that he recognized as being a gift from Draco, although Narcisa had taken it upon herself to buy it.

“I see you got yourself a drink, they must serve pigs too,” your words were laced with venom, but they didn't offend him, that was the dynamic that had always worked for you.

“I love it when you talk dirty,” it had to be a record how he always managed to get on your nerves in such a short space of time, your calm and collected persona going up in smoke with his mere presence.

“You love it when any girl talks to you, Nott,” you tried to keep your voice as steady as possible, not wanting to attract the unwanted attention of all the people who had gathered at your family's estate to celebrate you reaching another age, a tradition that had started on your thirteenth birthday when your parents decided you were mature enough to attend pureblood social circles. “Could you at least control yourself when Draco is only a few meters away from us?”

Theodore followed your line of sight to find one of his closest childhood friends standing a short distance, his platinum hair standing out in contrast to the suit he wore to match your gown, but his attention was far from his girlfriend, “Apparently much more interested in catching up with Astoria.”

Your nostrils flared, your head quickly returning to Theodore who was still watching Draco's fingers linger a moment longer than necessary on the younger Greengrass' arm, “What are you insinuating?”

“I'm not insinuating anything, cara mia. It's a plain factual observation,” Theo returned his gaze to you, shrugging as if he just didn't care and taking a sip of his amber drink. The truth was that you had noticed the growing closeness between Draco and Astoria, and although one part of you (the larger one) made a point of putting your boyfriend and the girl in their respective places, after all, who do they think they are? The other, smaller and shyer, felt a relief from the weight on your conscience for ending up in the bed of one of your future husband's best friends.

You gave a weary sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose and shaking your head, “Leave me alone at least at my birthday ball, please,” your request sounded much more like a plea, it wasn't a common scene to see you so vulnerable, but you didn't allow that sight to linger for long, adjusting your posture before practically thrusting your glass at him, walking through the crowd like the always well-poised lady you were raised to be.

But despite your best efforts, the conversation still wasn't over for Theo. If he wanted to talk about the dysfunctional relationship you'd been having for the last few months, you were going to talk about it even if it was the last thing he did at this party.

A new wave of confidence coursed through his veins when instead of marching up to Draco to give him one of your scandalous, breathtaking kisses just to assert your dominance (something you did more often than not when Theodore or Astoria were watching), you headed through one of the grand doors that led out of the ballroom and straight down a corridor that led to a secluded balcony overlooking the mansion's grand, green garden.

There you were, standing with your back to him, your eyes appreciating the silent night view as some of the house elves ran around making the final arrangements for the traditional fireworks display of swirling stars lighting up and plummeting from the sky, a favorite of yours since childhood, but which now seemed so much less magical, perhaps it was the ache in your heart.

Still quietly, not wanting to interrupt your calm just yet, Theo removed his black blazer when he noticed the small bumps on your skin due to the icy night wind from the English countryside, and your thoughts were interrupted when you felt the soft material being placed gently on your shoulders, but before you could delude yourself that it was a thoughtful gesture on Draco's behalf, the smell of Nott's cologne invaded your nostrils, “Why are you so adamant about insisting that you hate me?”

His honest, even vulnerable question took you by surprise. You wanted to laugh, to think of a wit retort, but it died before it reached the tip of your tongue when your eyes met his, seemingly so tender that your breath faltered for a millisecond, but he realized, he always did, daring to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, “Because that's our thing.”

You briefly closed your eyes with a shaky breath, resisting the temptation to lean into his touch before resuming, “It's the only thing we have. Don't you understand that this game, as bitter and twisted as it is, is the only thing that keeps us going?”

“And you're afraid of missing out on a few escapades behind everyone's back, tracking down when Mattheo and Lorenzo will be out of the dorm, scrambling to pick up the clothes on the floor, and running away before anyone catches us if we admit our feelings?” Theodore's large hands ran through his hair, and you missed his warmth when he took a step back. His question was pained and sounded much more like an attack in your ears, sending you into a defensive mindset.

“What feelings are there other than a fleeting lust?” You laughed humorlessly, pressing the palms of your hands against your eyes, forgetting about your make-up or your surroundings, but a serious expression took over when you noticed the lack of response from the boy who always had an answer for everything. “Don't tell me you like me, please. Don't you dare say that.”

“Define like- Ouch!” Theo's words were cut off as you took a handful of his hair just enough to make him bend to the side at your will. “If you wanted to play rough, all you had to do was ask.”

“You make me nauseous, Nott,” you spat, finally letting go of his hair because he liked that sort of thing a little too much for your taste. Your eyes remained on him, waiting for an answer, but Theo was more occupied with massaging the spot that had been harshly pulled. “You must be joking if you’re gonna say you like me. I can't believe this is happening.”

“How do you think I feel?” He snorted as frustrated as you looked, his demeanor going to one that you knew only surfaced when it came to the thing he most liked to ignore apart from his parents' monthly letters to Hogwarts: his feelings. “I can't sleep with these stupid ideas of holding you, of kissing you, and not in a strictly sexual way, but just because I apparently like it. I feel bad, physically bad, like there's something fluttering in my stomach.”

“Are you talking about butterflies? No, no, no! It's not happening, it's just a nightmare, my personal boggart, by Salazar!” Your mind seemed to be slowly descending into insanity.

“Believe me when I say that no one is more surprised and ashamed than I am,” Theodore Nott doesn't do feelings. That was always a statement that came confidently out of his rosy lips, and maybe that's why you'd have more willingly agreed to carry on with these rendezvous (in addition to all his other good attributes that don't come into question now), but here he was with his stupid heart thumping like crazy just at the sight of your equally stupid pretty face.

“Theodore, listen to me, you know that I cherish all creatures and the metaphors they inspire with a dedication that could even be comparable to those Hufflepuff hippies, but those butterflies of yours must be murdered even if I have to beg Professor Snape to brew a poison,” you said so decisively, but there was a clear desperation in your tone.

Silence engulfed the atmosphere, but you could have sworn that you heard your minds and hearts racing in a frenzied rhythm, “What if I don't want to kill them, if I want to do this?” Theodore dared to ask with a conviction that could have made your knees buckle right there if he hadn't gone completely mental.

“W-what? Don't you dare even think about it. I forbid it!” If only you knew how he was thinking about how beautiful you looked in his clothes, and how he could kiss you right now to shut you up. “You're nuts. Draco is your friend. No, worse, Draco is my boyfriend. We're going to get engaged next year and then get married after our final year. We're gonna have two kids, Scorpius and Callisto, we're having the most picture-perfect life and nothing and no one is coming in the way. Look, I'm even wearing the necklace Draco bought me.”

Your words were nearly incomprehensible given the rather desperate way you shot them out in an attempt to convince yourself more than anything, but Theo kept looking at you as if he could see through it all, letting you ramble on about all the silly reasons why he was wrong, “Does Draco know that you prefer emeralds to diamonds?”

“W-What are you talking about?” His question caught you off guard, he now seemed so much more put together than you since it was likely you were in the middle of a possible nervous breakdown.

“You favor emeralds over diamonds,” he replied coolly, prompting a frown from you. “You've spent the last few months reiterating to your apparently inconsiderate boyfriend that you had a personal preference for emeralds in the hope that he'd buy that necklace you'd reserved at the jeweler. It must be exhausting having to do everything for your lover boy and yet he fails you, bella.”

“How do you know that?” You almost whispered your question, surprised by his words, but even more so by the closeness of your bodies with the steps he took, there was a comforting warmth emanating from him, one that almost turned your mind off.

“Because I bought it for you,” Theodore swiftly turned your body so that your back was against his chest and your knees almost buckled at the display of his strength, there was something about the casualness with which he could manhandle you that did it for you. His fingers gently moved your hair aside, your skin reacting in a shiver to the sultry breath that made him smile, he loved the effect he had on you. “I pay attention to you because I want to, because I like you.”

A black velvet box came into view in front of you, and you didn't know how Theo had got his hands on it, probably good old magic, but once again your thoughts were washed away when he opened it to reveal a parure of sparkling diamonds and emeralds consisting of a necklace, earrings, bracelet and a ring. The words seemed to flee from your lips, “Theo…” you whispered gently, reaching out one of your hands to touch the jewels, but he gently closed the box only to startle you, a laugh he could hear for the rest of his life falling from your lips.

He opened it again, allowing you to appreciate your gift, and held the velvet box carefully, “You wanted Malfoy to buy just the necklace, but I think such a pretty girl deserves the whole set,” his fingers made their way to unfasten the diamond necklace you had previously been wearing, your body and mind surrendering to his protection and care. “I know you have an old Slytherin shirt of your father's that you wore when you were little and your parents were away and you missed them, and that you still wear when you're homesick.”

“I know for a fact that you still have a scar on your left hip from when we were seven and tried to jump the fence to escape to the lake, but Pansy fell on you. I thought Blaise was gonna cry, but he kept it together. You didn't erase the scar because it's the memory of the first time you felt you could be truly free,” the icy sensation against the skin of your bust made you look down to see the beautiful necklace. Your heart pounded faster, not just because of the gift or the possibility of someone catching you, but because everything felt so right as if you were meant to stay in his arms. “And I also know that despite your apparent conviction to hate all things muggle-related, you have a soft spot for silly muggle romance movies, but you'd rather deny it because this is just a step away from turning into a full-on blood traitor, and there's no way the Princess of Slytherin would turn out that way.”

You almost melted against his touch and how his hot breath was a constant as he kept whispering in your ear, so close, but still not quite enough to quench your desire to have and to belong to him. Your attention was drawn back to the box, this time not to the jewels, but to the gilded inscription inside, ‘For the one who loves shiny things, from the one who treasures every moment with her. - Theo’.

The whirlwind of sensations that invaded your body all at once was not overwhelming but felt like they belonged exactly where they were. You finally turned to a soft-eyed Theodore, but this time you weren't just looking at him, you were seeing — how he was always sketching in his notebook when classes got too boring; how he wore reading glasses when he thought no one was around; or how he was great at Quidditch, but refused to join the team and have to wake up at four in the morning for practice.

But also, and perhaps especially, how he seemed to remember all the inside jokes you shared since your early years, but his sense of humor only showed up when someone was able to break through the tough barrier he created for the world. And the time he disappeared all day after a particularly harsh letter from his parents and you just knew where to find him when no one else seemed to be able to, and you held him tightly in your arms, not needing to say anything, letting him vent his frustration. When things took a turn for the worse and you were the only one who noticed his erratic behavior, running to the Astronomy Tower and pulling him off the edge into the safety of your arms because you couldn't bear for anything to happen to him. Or when he ditched a party and spent the night looking after your drunk self after a fight with Draco, only leaving when Pansy arrived because although he wanted to sleep next to you to make sure you'd be okay, he didn't want to ruin things for you.

And at that moment you didn't feel like the always confident lady with an answer to every question, but like just a girl, standing in front of a boy, about to jump without a parachute trusting him to catch you. The velvet box laid forgotten on the balcony ledge, giving one of your hands the freedom to run gently from his soft brown hair to the nape of his neck, sharing a smile, “I don't think it's too much if I ask you to kiss me for a little while, is it?”

“I'd kiss you forever,” Theodore whispered back before taking your lips, but unlike the other moments you'd shared, this one wasn't desperate and seeking only momentary satisfaction, but was calm as if the whole cosmos was in balance at that moment because of the two of you. A troupe of butterflies were released into your stomach, ones that you would do anything to keep.

The sound of explosions and the sparkle of hundreds of stars falling was only noticed when you broke the kiss to catch your breath, your bright eyes traveling from the beauty that shone in the sky to Theo who smiled sweetly at you, one who told you that it had been his doing, and you captured his lips once more, not caring if others could see or if you missed the aerial spectacle, happily standing where the lightning strikes because nothing could feel better than finally belonging and you were ready to start forever with the one for you.

[mayleaorlaith]

Shadow of Yourself [11/18]

Prompt: “You’ve changed, Eli. I barely even know who you are right now.”

A/N: we are so close to the prom episode and therefore the tournament and OH MY GOD i am so excited lol

Based off of: Cobra Kai 04x04, 04x05, 04x06 and 04x07

Warnings: some swear words (because tumblr apparently doesn’t like that)

Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x F!Reader

Tag List: @moonydrafts - @ashwhowrites - @traveleraroundsworld - @truly-abysmal - @likecherriesinthespring - @hollxe1 - @asonofpeter - @scarlett-verse - @musically-ambiguous - @kayda1 - @moon-zoons - @dwcode - @day-dreamsinthedark - @leilani788 - @silvermagnolias - @hawkinsavclub - @animewolflover278 - @gruffle1 - @b-tchymoon - @maggiecc - @beetea38 - @hawkinsavclub1983 - @crpytids - @embersparklz - @kimilight - @httpjiikook - @marauderssmut - @fyckcore - @multinci - @lqveabby - @oh-well-whatever-nevermind - @redskull199987 - @silvermagnolias - @shortneko - @okjaeminn - @thecyclonetragedy - @vamproq - @siriusfahey - @cobrakaigirlie - @kaylinfayezink - @oursuh - @aphroditelxver - @minl0u - @cherrywinepoison - @bath1lda - @fixalice - @fallsofserinity - @maisieibae - @ssrcsm​ - @notplutos - @kaitieskidmore1​ -

THE NEW DO:

Eli had walked you home after you’d calmed down. 

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Shadow of Yourself [10/18]

Prompt: “You’ve changed, Eli. I barely even know who you are right now.”

A/N: YALL GUESS WHAT I FINALLY UPDATEDDDDDDDD i dunno even know why i took so long to write this. season four is my fave season and in my opinion eli’s best season so im very very excited to finally get started on it! also with season six officially being announced as the final season, i have concluded how many parts will be left until we are done this series :(

Based off of: Cobra Kai 04x01, 04x02 and 04x03 Warnings: some swear words (because tumblr apparently doesn’t like that) Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x F!Reader

Tag List: @moonydrafts - @ashwhowrites - @traveleraroundsworld - @truly-abysmal - @likecherriesinthespring - @hollxe1 - @asonofpeter - @scarlett-verse - @musically-ambiguous - @kayda1 - @moon-zoons - @dwcode - @day-dreamsinthedark - @leilani788 - @silvermagnolias - @hawkinsavclub - @animewolflover278 - @gruffle1 - @b-tchymoon - @maggiecc - @beetea38 - @hawkinsavclub1983 - @crpytids - @embersparklz - @kimilight - @httpjiikook - @marauderssmut - @fyckcore - @multinci - @lqveabby - @oh-well-whatever-nevermind - @redskull199987 - @silvermagnolias - @shortneko - @okjaeminn - @thecyclonetragedy - @vamproq - @siriusfahey - @cobrakaigirlie - @kaylinfayezink - @oursuh - @aphroditelxver - @minl0u - @cherrywinepoison - @bath1lda - @fixalice - @fallsofserinity - @maisieibae - @ssrcsm​ - @notplutos - @kaitieskidmore1​ - 

LET’S START OVER, SHALL WE?:

The first shared class of Miyagi-Do and Eagle Fang was… interesting to say the least.

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Shadow of Yourself [9/18]

Prompt: “You’ve changed, Eli. I barely even know who you are right now.”

A/N: thank you all for your patience with this chapter! i hope to go back to posting regularly from now on :)

Based off of: Cobra Kai 03x04, 03x05 and 03x06 Warnings: some swear words (because tumblr apparently doesn’t like that), bullying, poorly written fight scene…, etc.    Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x F!Reader

Tag List: @moonydrafts - @ashwhowrites - @traveleraroundsworld - @truly-abysmal - @likecherriesinthespring - @hollxe1 - @asonofpeter - @scarlett-verse - @musically-ambiguous - @kayda1 - @moon-zoons - @dwcode - @day-dreamsinthedark - @leilani788 - @silvermagnolias - @hawkinsavclub - @animewolflover278 - @gruffle1 - @b-tchymoon - @maggiecc - @beetea38 - @hawkinsavclub1983 - @crpytids - @embersparklz - @kimilight - @httpjiikook - @marauderssmut - @fyckcore - @multinci - @lqveabby - @oh-well-whatever-nevermind - @redskull199987 - @silvermagnolias - @shortneko - @okjaeminn - @thecyclonetragedy - @vamproq - @siriusfahey - @cobrakaigirlie - @kaylinfayezink - @oursuh - @aphroditelxver - @minl0u - @cherrywinepoison - @bath1lda​ - @fixalice - @fallsofserinity​ - @maisieibae

YOU’RE REALLY SORRY?:

“You’re sure you’re ready to go back?”

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Shadow of Yourself [8/18]

Prompt: “You’ve changed, Eli. I barely even know who you are right now.”

A/N: we have arrived – it’s the arm-breaking episode.

Based off of: Cobra Kai 03x04, 03x05 and 03x06 Warnings: some swear words (because tumblr apparently doesn’t like that), bullying, demetri gets his arm broken…, etc.  Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x F!Reader

Tag List: @moonydrafts - @ashwhowrites - @traveleraroundsworld - @truly-abysmal - @likecherriesinthespring - @hollxe1 - @asonofpeter - @scarlett-verse - @musically-ambiguous - @kayda1 - @moon-zoons - @dwcode - @day-dreamsinthedark - @leilani788 - @silvermagnolias - @hawkinsavclub - @animewolflover278 - @gruffle1 - @b-tchymoon - @maggiecc - @beetea38 - @hawkinsavclub1983 - @crpytids - @embersparklz - @kimilight - @httpjiikook - @marauderssmut - @fyckcore - @multinci - @lqveabby - @oh-well-whatever-nevermind - @redskull199987 - @silvermagnolias - @shortneko - @okjaeminn - @thecyclonetragedy - @vamproq - @siriusfahey - @cobrakaigirlie - @kaylinfayezink - @oursuh - @aphroditelxver - @minl0u​ - @cherrywinepoison​ - @bath1lda​

EVERYTHING’S CHANGED:

“I cannot believe you’re partnered with Yasmine of all people.”

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Shadow of Yourself [7/18]

Prompt: “You’ve changed, Eli. I barely even know who you are right now.”

A/N: the beginning of season three!! and literally not a single scene in this chapter is from the actual episodes so, enjoy lol. this chapter is also a bit shorter then previous ones but i promise this is just the beginning. season three is gonna be the angsty.

Based off of: Cobra Kai 03x01, 03x02 and 03x03 Warnings: some swear words (because tumblr apparently doesn’t like that), bullying, etc. Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x F!Reader

Tag List: @moonydrafts - @ashwhowrites - @traveleraroundsworld - @truly-abysmal - @likecherriesinthespring - @hollxe1 - @asonofpeter - @scarlett-verse - @musically-ambiguous - @kayda1 - @moon-zoons - @dwcode - @day-dreamsinthedark - @leilani788 - @silvermagnolias - @hawkinsavclub - @animewolflover278 - @gruffle1​ - @b-tchymoon - @maggiecc - @beetea38 - @hawkinsavclub1983 - @crpytids - @embersparklz - @kimilight - @httpjiikook - @marauderssmut - @fyckcore - @multinci - @lqveabby - @oh-well-whatever-nevermind - @redskull199987 - @silvermagnolias - @shortneko - @okjaeminn​ - @thecyclonetragedy​ - @vamproq​ - @siriusfahey​ - @cobrakaigirlie - @kaylinfayezink​ - @oursuh - @aphroditelxver​  if you’re in italics, tumblr wont let me tag you.

THE FINAL STRAW:

Miguel was in a coma.

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Shadow of Yourself [6/18]

Prompt: “You’ve changed, Eli. I barely even know who you are right now.”

A/N: here concludes season two! i really enjoyed writing this part and i am so excited to jump into season three :)

Based off of: Cobra Kai 02x06, 02x07, 02x08, 02x09 and 02x10 Warnings: some swear words (because tumblr apparently doesn’t like that), poorly written fighting scene, bullying, etc. Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x F!Reader

Tag List: @moonydrafts - @ashwhowrites - @traveleraroundsworld - @truly-abysmal - @likecherriesinthespring - @hollxe1 - @asonofpeter - @scarlett-verse - @musically-ambiguous - @kayda1 - @moon-zoons - @dwcode - @day-dreamsinthedark - @leilani788 - @silvermagnolias - @hawkinsavclub - @animewolflover278 - @gruffle1​ - @b-tchymoon - @maggiecc - @beetea38 - @hawkinsavclub1983 - @crpytids - @embersparklz - @kimilight - @httpjiikook - @marauderssmut - @fyckcore - @multinci - @lqveabby - @oh-well-whatever-nevermind - @redskull199987 - @silvermagnolias - @shortneko - @okjaeminn​ - @thecyclonetragedy​ - @vamproq​ - @siriusfahey​ - @cobrakaigirlie - if you’re in italics, tumblr wont let me tag you. 

JUST ONE MOMENT:

Won’t be back until the end of the month.

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Shadow of Yourself [5/18]

Prompt: “You’ve changed, Eli. I barely even know who you are right now.”

A/N: guess who finally reappears? eliiiiiiii! look forward to come angst :)

Based off of: Cobra Kai 02x04 and 02x05 Warnings: some swear words (because tumblr apparently doesn’t like that), fighting, bullying, etc. Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x F!Reader

Tag List: @moonydrafts - @ashwhowrites - @traveleraroundsworld - @truly-abysmal - @likecherriesinthespring - @hollxe1 - @asonofpeter - @scarlett-verse - @musically-ambiguous - @kayda1 - @moon-zoons - @dwcode - @day-dreamsinthedark - @leilani788 - @silvermagnolias - @hawkinsavclub - @animewolflover278 - @gruffle1 - @b-tchymoon - @maggiecc - @beetea38 - @hawkinsavclub1983 - @crpytids - @embersparklz - @kimilight - @httpjiikook - @marauderssmut - @fyckcore - @multinci - @lqveabby - @oh-well-whatever-nevermind - @redskull199987 - @silvermagnolias​  if you’re in italics, tumblr wont let me tag you.

WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?

Learning karate was a lot different then you expected it to be.

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Shadow of Yourself [4/18]

Prompt: “You’ve changed, Eli. I barely even know who you are right now.”

A/N: the much anticipated start of season two :) please let me know what you think of this chapter!

Based off of: Cobra Kai 02x01, 02x02, and 02x03 Warnings: none really. Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x F!Reader

Tag List: @moonydrafts - @ashwhowrites - @traveleraroundsworld - @truly-abysmal - @likecherriesinthespring - @hollxe1 - @asonofpeter - @scarlett-verse - @musically-ambiguous - @kayda1 - @moon-zoons - @dwcode​ - @day-dreamsinthedark​ - @leilani788​ - @silvermagnolias​ - @hawkinsavclub​

TIME TO DECIDE:

“Hey, mom—!”

“Hey sweetie, I just called to say I’m gonna be gone for at least another week.”

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Shadow of Yourself [3/18]

Prompt: “You’ve changed, Eli. I barely even know who you are right now.”

A/N: Let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list :) This third part is a whole 7k words long and completes the first season of Cobra Kai! And is out earlier then I thought it’d be :) so, enjoy!

Based off of: Cobra Kai 01x07, 01x08, 01x09 and 01x10 Warnings: asshole hawk, lol. think thats really it.  Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x F!Reader

Tag List: @moonydrafts - @ashwhowrites - @traveleraroundsworld​ - @truly-abysmal​ - @likecherriesinthespring​ - @hollxe1​ - @asonofpeter​ - @scarlett-verse​ - @musically-ambiguous​ 

THE RISE OF HAWK:

“Hey, babe.”

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Shadow of Yourself [2/18]

Prompt: “You’ve changed, Eli. I barely even know who you are right now.”

A/N: Let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list :) And please let me know what you think of this second part! Based off of: Cobra Kai 01x04, 01x05 and 01x06 Warnings: bullying, swearing, mentions of SA, mentions of blowjobs, etc. Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x F!Reader

Tag List: @moonydrafts​

SHE DID WHAT NOW?

“You know, I am really sorry.”

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“Get Your F*cking Hands Off Her, A*shole!”

Eli “Hawk” Moskowitz x Reader

Countdown to Cobra Kai Season 5 - 8 Days left!!!

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Requested? No

Summary: It was an unspoken rule around West Valley High that (Y/n) (Y/l/n) was completely and utterly off limits. No one dared test the boundaries when it came to that rule, for fear that her Mohawk-clad boyfriend would go all Cobra Kai on them. Of course, every now and again, a newbie didn’t get the memo…

Warnings: starred out swear words, overprotective Hawk, creepy dude making (Y/n) uncomfy, prejudice against “North Hills” with a substantial lack of reasoning to back it up 😬😂, lack of adherence to plot line of the source material

Pairing: Eli “Hawk” Moskowitz x Fem!Reader

IM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE 😬😬 I’m trying to get back on schedule as soon as possible, I promise! 👌👌👌

Eli Moskowitz and (Y/n) (Y/l/n) were in love. Everyone knew it, and, because of Eli’s status in their school’s hierarchy as “Hawk” the “Cobra King,” no one dared refute it. It was a system that worked. An unspoken line, if you will, that, when crossed, was swiftly dealt with. And the perpetrator never did it again. Hawk made sure of that.

But there were still some who, to them, the pretty girl in math class was simply the pretty girl in math class. Nothing more. No ties to a Mohawked gang leader, and certainly no harm in asking her out on a date this weekend. Perhaps to the movies? There was a pretty cool drive in just across town…

“That’s a bad idea.” Toby turned to look at the girl who’d spoken, an embarrassed expression on his face at having been caught staring, before he crossed his arms over his chest and scowled, in an attempt to cover it up.

“What?” He asked, glaring at her, annoyed by her unhelpful interjection in something that clearly didn’t involve her. He didn’t know who she was, being the new kid usually meant that was the case, but, Toby could already tell, whoever this girl was, she wasn’t someone he wanted to be spending his time with. She gave him the heebie jeebies, and not in the good way. Her face suddenly transformed into a smirk, before she gestured towards where his eyes had been trained just moments before.

“You’re staring at (Y/n) right?” She asked her own gaze taking in the sight of the girl at her locker just down the hall. Toby cringed a little, having hoped he’d been a tad more discreet, but this creepy girl had seen right through him.

“So?” He asked, defensively, wondering what exactly she wanted from him, landing on simply “picking on the new guy,” before she opened her mouth and spoke again.

“Yeah. That’s not gonna happen. Trust me, dude.” She replied, vaguely, but Toby just rolled his eyes, not believing her for a second.

“Who even are you?” He asked rudely, but the girl just laughed, an unsettling sound that left Toby’s skin crawling.

“Tory with a y.” She answered, as if he should know. (He didn’t.) “Listen, newbie.” She pouted sarcastically, before patting his shoulder. “I get it. You don’t know how things work around here.” Her patting ceased as she grabbed his shoulders, rather harshly turning him back towards the math class girl; towards (Y/n). “But I’m telling you right now, She’s not someone you wanna mess with.” Toby scoffed, his patience for this conversation wearing thin, as he pulled out of Tory’s grip.

“She seems harmless.” He said, before turning away from (Y/n) and towards his unwanted companion. “You, however, weird me out, so I’m gonna go talk to (Y/n). Bye, now.” He began to walk off, heading towards the girl’s locker and mentally psyching himself up as he did, before a loud voice called out after him.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you!” Tory yelled, but Toby just rolled his eyes again, before mumbling under his breath.

“You can’t tell me what to do, psycho…”

+ + +

“And then I told him that if he tried to do that again I was gonna take his face and-“

“Hey, Hawk!” The boy turned around when Tory’s voice sounded over the conversation, an annoyed look on his face at being interrupted.

“What is it?” He spat angrily, causing Tory to raise her hands in mock defense.

“Just thought you’d wanna know I just saw the new guy practically eye-banging your girl in the hallway.” She said casually, but Hawk’s heart stopped all the same.

“What?” He asked, through gritted teeth, hoping he’d heard her wrong. But Tory just nodded her head.

“Some dude. Troy or Tanner or something. New kid. Just moved here from North Hills or some sh*t.” She was still talking but, past the point of confirmation, Hawk was done listening.

“Where is he now?” He asked, his fists clenched, itching to do to this new kid what he’d been about to describe before Tory’s interruption. Nobody messed with his (Y/n)…

“Last I saw he was headed towards (Y/n)’s locker. Something about asking her out?”And that was when Hawk snapped.

“The he*l he is!” (Y/n) was HIS girlfriend. Everyone knew that. Who did he think he was? This punk coming in and trying to cheat the system, and steal away HAWK’S girl? This Troy, or Tanner, or whatever-the-f*ck his name was, was gonna pay. And Hawk was gonna make sure of it.

“I’m gonna go deal with this sh*thead. Beat his a*s…”

+ + +

“You’re (Y/n), right?” (Y/n) (Y/l/n) spun around quickly at the voice, confused as she didn’t recognize it, before coming face to face with the new kid she vaguely remembered from one of her earlier classes. She smiled politely, before responding.

“Yeah, that’s me.” She agreed, before a frown reached her face. “I’m sorry I don’t-“ She began apologizing for not recalling his name, but the boy cut her off with a shrug, leaning against the locker beside hers and effectively boxing her in, though (Y/n) assumed it was unintentional.

“Toby. I just moved here.” (Y/n) nodded along at his words, as she took a small step back, only for her foot to collide with the metal of a locker door.

“Toby… hi.”

“Hi…” (Y/n) wondered what exactly it was that he wanted, or whether it was just to introduce himself. But if that was the case, why hadn’t he left yet?

“Did you need something?” She asked, hoping she didn’t come off as rude or anything, though if she did, he didn’t point it out, or do anything really other than shake his head while laughing at himself.

“Sh*t, yeah. Um, I was actually wondering…” He trailed off, his eyes meeting hers in an intense gaze that she was both unwilling and unable to reciprocate. “Well, you’re really pretty, ya know…” (Y/n) didn’t like where this was going. She made to carefully remove his arm from the locker, so that she could walk away, but Toby apparently wasn’t finished, and reached for her wrist, holding it tightly in his grip to keep her in place. “Hold on just a second!” (Y/n)’s eyes widened in shock. “I dunno… I was sorta thinkin-“

“Get your f*cking hands off her, a*shole!”

+ + +

If Hawk wasn’t already seeing red at just the idea of someone he didn’t know flirting with (Y/n), the sight of her being held up against a locker with that frightened look on her face would surely have done it. And it did, for the next move Hawk made was not something that he would have ever done in front of his girlfriend had the situation not demanded it…

“Get your f*cking hands off her, a*shole!” It was like time had slowed down, and there was no one in the room but them; Hawk, and the sleezeball touching his girl.

The new guy spun around, his expression clearly annoyed, until he noticed the murderous one pointed back at him. His face dropped in worry.

“Look, dude. I dunno what you think-“ He began (trying to explain himself, perhaps?), but Hawk’s attention remained on his hand… that had yet to move.

“Oh I know exactly what I think!” He practically growled, stepping forward threateningly. “I think you’ve got your sh*tty North Hills hands all over my girlfriend, and if you don’t let go right now I’m gonna send you back to North Hills; only this time it’ll be in a body bag!” On a normal day, Hawk would’ve smirked at the “I just wet myself” look that had suddenly appeared on the dopes face, but this wasn’t a normal day. On a normal day, if some douche bag decided to mess with Hawk they’d do it directly, not through (Y/n). There was a level of respect there, at least for the girl. Because, everyone knew, messing with him was on thing, but (Y/n)? Practically a death sentence.

“I-I didn’t know-“ The new guy stuttered out, his grip finally releasing from (Y/n)’s skin, the girl slipping away from him and behind her boyfriend the moment she was able. Hawk felt her small hands tighten against the back of his hoodie and his angry frown deepened.

“Oh “you-you didn’t know”?” He mocked, carefully removing his girlfriends fingers from his clothes and advancing towards the other boy, nothing stopping him now from cracking this dweebs skull. He’d teach him not to mess with his girl again…

+ + +

Smack!

Smack!

“Ow!”

Crunch!

Pop!

Pop!

“Ughhhhhhhh…”

Crack!

“Stop, please!”

Hawk dropped the bruised and bloody body of the new kid harshly on the floor, before standing over him, his breathing heavy. (Y/n)’s eyes were wide. She’d never seen this side of him before. Sure, she knew he got into fights. She had to clean him up after them all the time. But he usually made it a point to keep her out of them. Though, (Y/n) supposed there wasn’t much way to keep her out of this one, since it happened over her. She frowned, suddenly feeling immensely guilty.

“If I see you anywhere near her again, we’ll be back here. Got it?” He snarled, his back now to (Y/n), which she appreciated, as she wasn’t sure she wanted to see his face look like that. She liked the soft way her Eli looked at her. She didn’t think she’d be too fond of visions of angry Hawk intruding her lovesick thoughts. “I said: Do. You. Understand!?!” (Y/n) watched the guy nod his head so fast she thought it might fall off, before scrambling to his feet. Hawk turned to make his way towards his friends and his girl, calling back over his shoulder as he did. “Now, get outta here before I change my mind.”

+ + +

“You okay, Princess?” Hawk had cooled down a little at the look on her face, hating that he’d contributed to it, but also knowing he’d had to do what he did. (Y/n) nodded slightly, though she wouldn’t meet his eyes. Hawk frowned, worried she was upset with him about the fight, though he couldn’t fathom why. That douchebag was hurting her. He’d just put a stop to it like any good boyfriend would. Speaking of…

“Can I see?” He gestured towards her wrist, receiving a small noise of agreement. He reached for her hand, his anger gradually returning as he took in the obvious fingerprints against her smooth skin. He tried to calm himself down, talking a deep breath before leaning down to press a soft kiss to her wrist.

“You’re gonna have a bruise.” He mumbled against her skin. But (Y/n) just shrugged.

“I don’t care.” Hawk sighed, running his hand down the side of his face anxiously.

“(Y/n)… you know I had to, right?” He asked, watching her face carefully as it changed, relief washing over him as she slowly nodded her head.

“I know… I just wanna go home. Can we?” She looked up at him with a small pout that Hawk was quick to agree to.

“Course, (Y/n/n). We can do anything you want.” He promised with a soft smile that dated back to his Eli days and was reserved exclusively for her. (Y/n) grinned a little, though Hawk wasn’t sure what was so funny. He wasn’t gonna comment on it though, just happy he’d got her smiling again.

“Ice cream?” She asked hopefully, earning a chuckle from her boyfriend, as his arm wrapped around her shoulder and he steered her towards the door.

“Sure, Princess. Whatever you want.”

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Shadow of Yourself [1/18]

Prompt: “You’ve changed, Eli. I barely even know who you are right now.”

A/N: Let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list :) And please let me know what you think of this first part! Based off of: Cobra Kai 01x01, 01x02 and 01x03 Warnings: bullying, swearing, mentions of SA, etc. Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x F!Reader

Disclaimer: This is inspired by @loveronlineee​ ‘s Hawk x reader rewrite series. The first part is very similar to theirs – we’ve had a conversation and they’re aware :) Parts from now on will be different!

WELCOME TO THE LOSERS:

“Well, Y/N. Don’t you just look happy.”

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hi love! just checking in:] how are you!!

Hii love, sorry for the late reply! I have been feeling really stressed for school these past weeks because of a final assignment. But I made it and I passed my first year!! So on to the next I guess. I am working on your request and hope to bring it out this week😊 sorry for the long wait. But I hope to make it worth it💛

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the fourth - j.fisher

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pairings: Jeremiah fisher x fem!reader

warnings: minor spelling/grammatical errors + fluff

a/n: super excited for the second season 😁😁

the Fourth of July on cousins beach was something else. it was far different from the normal parties at home. there were fireworks for miles at almost every hour of the night. the sky lit up in colors of red, white, blue, and sparkling shimmery gold.

there was nothing more magical than cousins beach lit up under the beautiful dazzling display.

however, you could think of a view much more beautiful to stare at. Jeremiah fisher.

he was one of Susannah’s boys that you began to develop a crush on. you’d seen him lifeguarding the pool from time to time. he’d been on the stand at your very first time at the country club, and while he was rotating around the pool, he crouched down to where you rest against the ledge, “you shouldn’t be in this pool.” he says, a playful smirk forms against his lips, “you’re making my job harder.”

from that point forward, you made it your mission to show up to that damn country club and in whatever skimpy bikini you could find to impress him. it’s what got you invited to the summer bash on the beach with his friends.

“this is Steven, who you’ve met he works at the club, belly, and my brother conrad. guys this is y/n.”

“you come here every summer?” belly asks, she’s the first to whisk you away from the three boys while they searched for the keg or any sightings of drinks.

“no, this is my first time.” you follow her along the sand, allowing the grains to slip into your sandals before situating yourselves towards the water.

“I can see you have an eye for Jeremiah.” belly nudges your shoulder before quickly turning her head in search of the boys. there wasn’t a sight of them for miles, so the coast was clear to chat of them, “he likes you too. he talks about you a lot.”

her emphasis makes you blush. having not known Jeremiah well enough, or even close enough, you’re unsure if he does this often. you’re unsure if it’s compliment that he speaks about you, or if he does this so often it’s annoying for his friends.

you don’t have too much time to question her before Jeremiah is kicking sand in your face and plopping down against the sand beside you. he’s brought two red solo cups, one for you and the other for him.

“thank you.” you smile. you take the cup from his hand, fingers briefly touching, his hand is wet from the condensation of the cup. you’re blushing even harder than when belly was talking about him, and you’re so thankful for the stars and the dark skies to mask it.

“I think shayla is here we should go find her.” belly suggests to conrad and Steven. while the three get up you catch belly’s eyes and she flashes a wink in your direction. you owe her for next time, and you’re sure there will be another.

“so you’ve never seen the fireworks here?” he scoots closer to you, thighs briefly brushing against each other.

you feel the butterflies in your stomach erupt as you look over into his eyes. the stars reflect in them, you can feel your heart beating faster when he looks over at you.

just as you begin to reply, the eruption of the crackles in the sky startles everything in you. you subconsciously jump closer to him, and feel his arm wrap around your shoulders, “I got you, it’s okay.” he chuckles while pulling you almost into his lap.

“I’m sorry I’m not normally scared.” you reply with a chuckle. you’re hesitant to relax against his body. he smells of sun tan lotion and a mixture of cologne, you could get used to that.

he turns his head in your direction. a small smile forms against his lips, “you’re beautiful under these stars.”

you inch closer, eyes glued on his lips. this is the only thing you could ever want. a kiss under the stars, fireworks erupting in the background. you want this.

you wonder what his lips taste like. do they taste like the beer he just drank? or perhaps the cherry popsicle he was previously sucking on that turned his lips bright red. the curiosity was killing you.

“that one’s pretty.” he swivels his head in the direction of the sky, index finger pointed at the golden shimmer against the darkness. you watch them for a moment, how they shimmer and dazzle.

for a moment, you feel the world stop around you. like life beyond you is just background noise and the fireworks are all you can see. you feel like a little kid again, wondering what life was like on cousins at age eight. you wonder how cute Jeremiah was then. you wonder if his family and belly’s did sparklers or cozied up under a fire to witness these very same Fourth of July fireworks.

it’s then when he takes his chance. he gently places his index finger under your chin and turns your face towards him. the curls that brush against his forehead gently tickle your forehead as he leans in. his lips fit like a glove. they taste like a mixture of cherry popsicle and bitter wheat beer he was illegally drinking.

you can feel fireworks in your own stomach erupting. they shoot up and dazzle over and over as he keeps kissing you. his hand is wrapped around the base of your head, fingers tangled in your hair.

“you taste like beer.” you say finally pulling away for air. you feel like you’re floating above water. heart is full of so much joy you’re smiling wider than you ever thought you could.

“is that why you stopped?”

you shake your head brushing a couple of strains of hair that stuck to your face from the wind, “no, I never wanna stop.”

“good,” he pauses for a second, fingers lacing into your hair again, “me neither.”

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POOL BOY || J.F

Jeremiah Fisher x fem! Reader

synopsis: Y/N’s mother had an emergency meeting at the country club which leaves Y/N is home alone with the pool boy, Jeremiah. After working for hours with no breaks, you invite him to come inside to get some water.

warnings: smut 18+, oral sex, m! receiving, fem! receiving, fingering, praising

word count: 2.1k

A/N: I was scrolling on TikTok and a vid by @nick_grajeda popped up about them talking about their roleplay fantasies and one of them was pool boy. Jeremiah instantly came to mind so I went to working immediately. FIRST TIME I’VE WRITTEN SMUT IN FOREVER.

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It was the middle of a hot July summer in Cousins. Your mom had important business to run at the country club down the road of your house, leaving you alone with your pool boy, Jeremiah Fisher.

He wasn’t a local like you. He only came during the summers with his family and family friends. Your mother hired him a few summers ago after she got the new position as head executive chef at the country club. For those past few summers he spent cleaning the pool, you’d watch as he did so occasionally sparking conversation here and there. He was older than you by a few months which fueled your desire to have him even more.

You convinced yourself that you wanted to be helpful and wash the dishes for your mother and father to come home to. There was a window right over the sink which overlooked the pool, so your helpful antics were only an excuse to watch Jeremiah as he worked.

He swept around the pool deck, getting rid of the dirt and leaves that fell from the trees that were planted right next to the pool for some reason. He had been out there for a couple hours just working. She knew he had to have been tired and hot from working in the direct sunlight for that long without a break. His white tank top had sweat stains on it due to him using the fabric as a towel to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

You knew this  was your chance to spark a conversation with him. You walked away from the sink and toward the sliding doors that lead out to the backyard. You walked out to your porch and leaned against the railing. “Jeremiah,” you called out to him. He didn’t even look up, he just kept sweeping, so you yelled a little louder. “Jeremiah!”

His head perked up and looked in your direction as he took an Airpod out of his ear. “Hey, Y/n!” He had a wide smile on his face. He lifted the sunglasses off his eyes and placed them on the top of his curly blonde hair. There were so many features of Jeremiah you loved, but your favorite had to either be his beautiful blue eyes that were the same color as the ocean. A close runner up was the dimples that appeared when he smiled.

“You’ve been working hard. You want to come in and get some water?” you asked, tilting your head. A slight breeze blew your hair back and caused your white skirt to ride up slightly, showing a glimpse of your upper thighs.

“Sure!” He placed the broom next to a poolside chair and made his way to the porch where you were. You smiled as you entered the kitchen and opened up the fridge. You grabbed an ice cold bottle of water and looked back at him.

He shut the door after he entered and used the bottom of his tank top to wipe his forehead again. This gave you a peak at his sun kissed abs. Your face flushed bright red as you took a quick glance at his stomach before looking away. You turned back around a second later hoping he hadn’t noticed you staring or your embarrassment. “Here you go!” You handed him his bottle, taking your time to admire his strong, lean arm muscles.

He thanked you before downing half of the water. The movement of his neck as he chugged. The water that dripped down his chin. It all felt too erotic for you to bear. You couldn’t stand to see him like this any longer. He placed the bottle back down on the kitchen island and wiped the excess water off his face with the back of his hand.

Most people when they sweat had an overbearing smell of body odor that oozed out of them. Not Jeremiah, he wasn’t like most people. He sweated the scent of his umber cologne, a nice mix of pine and musk, that mixed into an intoxicating aroma.

“Thanks for the water,” he said again, smiling at you. His mouth opened a little wider than it usually did and you could see one of his small canine teeth sticking out from underneath. You found yourself staring at his teeth for much too long. “Y/N?” Jeremiah tilted his head curiously. “Everything okay?” He sounded almost… concerned. You blinked and then realized that you must have zoned out and just stared at him like a creep.

You shook yourself mentally and tried not to look embarrassed, “Oh yeah, everything’s fine. Sorry.” You turned around and focused on what dishes you needed to finish before your mom got home.

He sighed and ran his hands through his wet dark blond curls, pushing back the sweaty locks. “Don’t worry about it,” he chuckled. “I don’t mind. I know my charm can be annoying sometimes.” He smiled softly and looked at you. You quickly glanced at him and blushed before turning back around and finishing the dishes.

‘How dare he say such things!’ You thought to yourself. You heard footsteps and turned your head to meet Jeremiah’s gaze. “I have a small question for you, Y/N.”  He raised a brow.

You nodded for him to ask his question. “What’s up?” you asked.

It was so quick you almost missed it. “Are you single?”

Your jaw dropped, “I am. What’s this about?” Did he really just ask me that? You thought as you struggled to keep the excitement off your face.

“Good,” he said, “because I’ve been wondering if you're ever gonna kiss me.”  Your jaw dropped more.

“Kiss you?!” you replied. “Why haven’t you asked me out yet?!”

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “I was kind of hoping you’d do it instead.” That was another thing you didn’t expect him to admit. You always assumed he wouldn’t give two shits if you did or didn’t ask him out. He seemed to be very confident and cocky that his charm would sweep you off your feet, but you weren’t sure how true his confidence was now.

You said, “Jeremiah-”

“You have no idea how much I want you, Y/N.”  He cut you off and stepped closer to you. Your heart began beating rapidly faster.

His eyes stared directly into yours. He was close enough you could feel his body heat emanating from him. His skin looked soft and tan compared to the pale complexion of the other men in Cousins. He was the best looking guy here, you were sure of it.

Without another thought, you said, “Prove it then.” Your voice was shaky. You hoped he would pick up on it. He smirked before leaning forward, closing the distance between you. His lips met yours in a gentle kiss, slowly moving to deepen it.

You wrapped your arms around his neck loosely while his hands held onto your waist. You leaned up against the kitchen counter while you kissed. He tasted sweet like honey with the faint taste of mint. You parted your lips slightly allowing him to push a tongue inside your mouth to explore further. After a moment, you started to move your hips in response to the kiss, pressing yourself against his shaft and making him groan slightly.

You broke the kiss to catch your breath. “Jeremiah,” you whimpered quietly as you parted lips once more. His fingers dug into your hips lightly before gently running up your sides, resting at the skin underneath your skirt.

You felt him smirk into the kiss causing goosebumps to form across your skin. Your hips rolled harder against his body, feeling his erection poking through his boxers. You pulled away from the kiss and took in a deep inhale of air.

“Do you want to do this?” you asked. You knew you wanted this. You wanted Jeremiah.

“Yes.” He reached down, pulling his zipper down. You watched as his pants dropped to the floor revealing his erection.

You got down on your knees against the hard wooden floor and pulled back your hair. You wrapped your finger around the base, slowly stroking him. You licked the tip before sucking it into your mouth.

Jeremiah let out a low moan followed by a sharp intake of air as his grip tightened on your shoulders. “Please...” he whispered. You took him into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down. Your tongue lapped at his engorged shaft. You took him deeper and faster with each stroke. “Slow down. I want this to last longer,” he begged.

You slowed your stroking pace like he had requested. You wanted to make him feel good, that was the whole point of a blow job. His fingers found themselves tasseled in your hair as groans escaped through his lips. Finally you heard his last groan before he met his climax in your mouth.

It hit the back of your throat causing you to cough and spit out his semen. “I’m sorry!” He immediately apologized.

You laughed, wiping the substance off your face. “You’re okay! Just shocked me.” You grabbed the water he was drinking earlier and drank some to get the flavor out of your mouth.

Jeremiah grabbed a towel from a drawer and wiped himself clean before pulling his boxers and shorts back up. He cleaned up the spot where you spit out his cum. “Now I wanna treat you right,” he said.

Your eyes widened as you met his. “What do you mean?” you asked.

“Like I said; I want to show you how serious I am.” He smirked before reaching out his hand to touch your cheek. “How about you get nice and comfortable on the island counter.”

You giggled before walking towards the island and climbing up onto it. The cool surface of the granite top felt soothing against your heated skin. “Okay.” You sat down facing him.

Jeremiah stepped closer to you and placed his hands on your thighs. He spread them open and brought his hands up your skirt. He grabbed a hold of the hem of your panties and slid them down. You bucked your hips to help him slip them off easier.

When they were off, he placed his head between your legs and took a couple licks at your clit. As he sucked on it gently, you closed your eyes and moaned loudly. It felt so good you wished you could stay here forever.

Your fingers found themselves gripping onto his golden curls. You pressed him closer to you in a desperate manner. Your head tilted back to look at the hanging light above you. Your breath hitched when he suddenly slipped one of his large fingers inside of you.

You were so wet that his finger slid in with ease. You gripped onto the edges of the counter tightly as you bit your bottom lip, trying to stop yourself from moaning out loud. “That feels so good, Jeremiah. Please don’t stop.”

He curled his finger inside you. “I know it does.” he replied in between quick strokes. The sensation was intense. You moaned louder as he made slow, circular movements with the tip of his warm, wet tongue. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, unable to keep them open any longer.

You accidentally knocked the paper towel roller off the counter. “Mmmm! Oh god, Jeremiah.” You felt your breathing become heavier. Your heartbeat was rapid, your mind clouded with lust, and all of your emotions were overwhelming your senses as you reached your peak.

You screamed his name out as you came undone completely. “Jesus Christ.” You panted heavily, trying desperately to regain your breath and calm your erratic heart.

He grinned smugly after hearing you scream his name, he pulled his face away from between your legs. You gazed into his blue eyes and saw lust there, but there was a hint of something else. Pure admiration.

After catching your breath, he stood upright and removed his fingers from your pussy. You were in disbelief that you just had sex with Jeremiah Fisher. It felt like a lucid dream.

You pulled your panties back up and hopped off the counter. You were in desperate need for a shower, but you didn’t want to wash Jeremiah's touch off your body. “So uh… do I need to give you a tip for your extra services?” You asked with a giggle.

“No because that would be prostitution,” he tapped the tip of your nose with his clean finger before walking over to the sink and began washing his hands.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the dirty towel off the table. You began walking up the stairs. “I really enjoyed that.” You leaned over the railing.

Jeremiah smiled, “We should do that more often. Maybe we can try it on your bed next time.” You laughed as you continued running up the stairs.