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doodle-pops · 3 days

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Cruel Summer Love

Erestor x reader

Request: Hi! I saw that you were taking requests! this is the first time I've done this so i think i am doing it right. I was wondering if you would be willing to write an Erestor x Reader enemies to lovers fic? If you need more info or anything let me know! :) I love your blog <3 - Anon

A/N: Another attempt at an enemies-to-lovers AU, and I hope I scored well with this also. Enjoy!

Warnings: enemies to lovers, witty banter and snarky remarks

Words: 1.6k

Synopsis: When your summer trip to Rivendell takes a turn and causes a clash with the Chief Counsellor, you find yourself in a begrudging truce, slowly leading to a change of heart.

The halls of Rivendell gleamed with the soft ethereal light of early summer morning, the song of distant waterfalls creating a serene symphony. It was a place of timeless beauty and serene tranquillity, where the soft rustling of leaves and the gentle flow of the Bruinen River created a haven of peace. Yet, beneath the tranquil surface, a tension simmered—a tension that seemed to follow you everywhere. And its source? Erestor, Chief Counsellor of Lord Elrond.

You had arrived in Rivendell several months ago, an emissary from Lothlórien. Your diplomatic mission was meant to be a peaceful collaboration, yet from the moment you met Erestor, sparks flew—and not in the pleasant kind. His cold and calculating eyes seemed to judge your every move, every word. The way his voice dripped with condescension when he addressed you, always finding flaws in your plans, drove you to the brink of madness.

Today was no different. Seeking solace, you found yourself wandering into the grand library’s vast collection, pouring over ancient texts in search of a solution to a recent border skirmish. The tranquil ambience did little to soothe your frustration.

Pulling a scroll from a high shelf and settling into a secluded corner, the tranquillity was short-lived. His presence, commanding as ever, entered the room and ushered to his desk. As he made careful steps, he paused upon seeing you, a frown creasing his brow.

“Are you following me now?” you snapped, more out of exhaustion than anger at the possible argument of the rise.

“This is my domain,” he replied icily. “if anyone is an intruder here, it is you.”

You turned your attention back to the scroll, determined to ignore him, but the words blurred before your eyes. you could feel his gaze lingering on you, a mixture of disdain and something else—curiosity, perhaps?

“Must you handle those so carelessly?” Erestor’s voice was a cold reprimand, slicing through the quiet.

You glared at him; your patience had worn thin. “If you didn’t insist on micromanaging every little detail, perhaps we could finish this task sometime before the next Age.”

Erestor’s eyes narrowed, but he said nothing, instead, he focused on his own work, though his mind kept drifting back to your grip on the scrolls, your defiant stance and the fire in your eyes. Then, his voice cut through the quiet, his presence like a dark shoulder over your shoulder. “That document is irrelevant.”

You stiffened, refusing to turn and face him. “I don’t recall asking for your opinion, Counsellor.”

He rose from his desk and moved to stand beside you, too close for your liking. His scent, a mix of parchment, peppermint oil and something uniquely him, filled your senses. “And yet, here I am, offering it. This is a matter of great importance, one that requires more than a cursory glance at outdated and delicate texts.”

Your grip on the scroll tightened. “Unlike you, I believe in understanding history before making decisions that affect lives.”

Erestor scoffed. “Understanding history is one thing, being paralysed by it is another. If you would stop dwelling on the past—”

“And start making reckless decisions like you?” you snapped, finally meeting his gaze. His dark eyes flashed with anger, but beneath it, you thought you saw something else—something softer, more vulnerable.

“You presume much, diplomat,” he spat, his voice dangerously low.

“And you presume too little,” you shot back. “Perhaps if you spent less time criticising others and more time considering their perspectives, we might actually make progress.”

For a moment, silence stretched between you, taut and heavy. Then, to your surprise, Erestor sighed and ran a hand through his long, silky, dark hair. “Perhaps there is merit to your words,” he admitted reluctantly.

You blinked, taken aback by his sudden shift. “Excuse me?”

He glanced at you, a hint of a remorseful smile playing at his lips. “I am saying that you might be right. We have been at odds since your arrival, but perhaps we both seek the same goal.”

Your heart skipped a beat. This was the first time he had shown anything other than disdain. “Are you suggesting a truce?”

“Of sorts,” he muttered. “If we are to resolve this conflict, we must work together, not against each other.”

You studied his face, searching for any signs of deceit, but found none. Reluctantly, you nodded. “Agreed. For the sake of our people.”

Days turned into weeks, and slowly, the nature of your interactions began to change. The barbed comments and icy glares gave way to the civil discourse and even, on rare occasions, laughter. You discovered that beneath the Chief Counsellor’s aloof exterior lay a sharp mind and dry wit that could rival your own.

One evening, as you worked late in the library, you felt a presence behind you. Turning, you found Erestor watching you, his expression inscrutable. “Can’t sleep?” you asked, trying to ignore the flutter in your chest.

He shook his head. “I find myself restless. You?”

“These texts are proving more elusive than I anticipated,” you admitted, gesturing to the piles of scrolls and books.

Erestor stepped closer, his eyes scanning the documents. “May I?”

You nodded, and he took a seat beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours. For a while, the two of you worked in companionable silence, the only sounds were the rustle of parchment and the occasional murmur of agreement. As the hours passed, you found yourself stealing glances at him, noticing the way the candlelight played on his features, softening the hard lines of his face. You realised, with a start, that your feelings for him had shifted. The animosity had given way to something deeper, something you were not ready to name.

“Thank you.” Your voice broke a long silence with a soft whisper.

He looked up, surprise flickering in his eyes. “For what?”

“For this,” you gestured to the workspace you shared. “For helping me. For seeing me as more than just your adversary.”

Erestor smiled a genuine smile that made your heart ache. “And thank you for challenging me. It has been…refreshing. Not many are brave nor bold to step to my level.”

The air between you seemed to change, charged with an unspoken tension. You wondered if he felt it too, if he sensed the shift in your relationship. As if reading your mind came naturally, Erestor reached out his hand to cover yours. The touch was light and tentative, but it sent a jolt of electricity through you.

“Perhaps we are more alike than we thought,” he said quietly.

“Your breath caught in your throat. “Indeed, perhaps we are…”

In the days that followed, the tentative truce between you blossomed into something more profound. You found yourself gravitating towards each other, seeking the other’s company even outside of your shared duties. The camaraderie that had once been a reluctant necessity now felt like a vital part of your lives.

One evening, after a particularly gruelling meeting with Lord Elrond, you and Erestor found yourselves alone in the gardens. The night was cool, the stars were twinkling above, casting a serene glow over Imladris.

“Walk with me?” Erestor suggested, his voice softer than usual.

Nodding, together you strolled through the winding paths, the scent of blooming flowers filling the air and the sound of tinkling laughter in the distance could be heard. Nonetheless, the silence between you was comfortable—each lost in your thoughts. Finally, Erestor was the first to stop walking and turned to face you. “There is something I need to say,” he began in a serious tone.

“What is it?” you asked with a slight skip in your heartbeat.

He took a deep breath, his eyes searching yours. “I have been a foll. I let my pride and prejudice blind me to what was right in front of me. You.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but he held up a hand, stopping you.

“Let me finish,” he begged. “I see now how wrong I was, how my arrogance and fear drove a wedge between us. But in these past weeks, I have come to respect you, to admire you. And more than that, I have come to care for you deeply.”

Your breath hitched, emotions swirling within you. “Erestor…”

He stepped closer to bridge the gap, his hand reaching out to cradle your cheek. “I know I do not deserve your forgiveness, but I am asking for it anyway. I am asking for a chance to prove that I can be more than your adversary.”

“You started off as the worst thing I could have ever encountered during my time here,” you began, watching keenly at his sheepish grin, “making my days unbearable, until they weren’t.”

Erestor laughed softly, dipping his head to hide the look of humour. “I know this, and I deeply apologise for the trouble I have caused.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you placed your hand over his. “You already have,” you breathed. “And I…I care for you too. More than I ever thought possible.”

A look of relief washed over his face, and he took the opportunity to lean in cautiously, his forehead resting against yours. “Then perhaps, we can start anew. As allies, as friends…and maybe something more.”

Smiling through your tears, you nodded. “Yes,” you whispered. “Yes, Erestor. I would like that very much.”

Utilising the opportunity granted, he closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both tender and filled with the promise of new beginnings.

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is-the-owl-video-cute · 9 months

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my fandom hot take of the day is that “whump” and “whumpee” are the stupidest terms I’ve ever heard in my life if you’re going to indulge in a little fictional sadism or whatever is going on over there can you not find something that doesn’t sound like the name of a mascot in a PBS kids show?

#Yes I am just being a little hater #but tumblr just throws random posts to my recommended for some reason #and every time I see it I am filled with disdain #how do those prompts even do whatever they’re supposed to do for you #if mid-sentence about graphic gore and psychological torture #you have the character call the person ‘Whumpee’ like a proper noun #Does that not pull you out of it #do you not get anything removed from your weird possibly kink possibly not sadism thing when you have to read ‘whumpee’

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faith369 · 3 months

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what if… what if dbf!sugardaddy!price takes readers virginity????

A/N: I am so sorry for the delay, I had so much stress the past few days, which has settled now.<333

You were nervous, not just because you were standing in front of him, expensive lingerie hugging your body, but also because you had never gone this far with anyone. You tried to just let yourself relax into the kiss, but the thought of making a fool of yourself or him finding out that you were still a virgin pulled you away from it.

"What's up with you, love? D'you want me to stop?"

He noticed, of course he did; he notices everything—the smallest shift in your posture, or your eyes, and when you lied.

"I've never, you know..." You kept your head down, scared to see a form of disdain on his face.

"Baby should have told me, want me to go slow?" His timber voice caused heat to spread through your body. The nod you gave him as an answer was enough for Price to press you into the soft mattress, his lips kissing their way from your throat to your navel, his eyes never moving from yours, not when he slid down your panties not as he dug his fingers into the flesh of your thighs to keep them down. You felt exposed, vulnerable your mind racing with unpleasant thoughts, but all of those vanished the second he laid his mouth onto your heat to latch onto your clit. You only noticed you grabbed his hair to compensate for the overwhelming feeling as you felt its softness under your fingertips.

He shoved two fingers inside you moaning at the way you hole sucked him in, the sounds that filled the room were filthy, your continuous whines and moans only slightly covering the squelching sound that clung in the room every time John moved his fingers inside of you, his tounge lapping at your clit as if he were a starving dog to the poin where u could feel the orgasm only a blink away. He stopped out of no where leaving you whining at him, only the sight of him unbuckling his pants shutting you up.

Hoovering above you, you could feel his hard length against your thigh.

"Gotta relax for me now, yeah." One of his hands came to stroke away a strand of hair that made itself on your face. He gathered some slick before positioning himself in front of your entrance.

It burned when he first started pushing the thick head of his cock into you; he didnt stop instead kissed you to distract you from the stretch. To your surprise, he didn't start moving right away and instead opted to let you get used to the feeling that could only be described as overwhelming. You felt him inside of you, nudging your cervix, filling you in a way that knocked the air out your lungs. You could feel his body over yours, the way he smelled burned into your nose, hear his breath above you it felt as if you became part of him and you wouldn't change it for anything.

You searched for hold by gripping into his arms the second he started moving. His strokes were strategical, mind-blowing. You knew there was a small chance that it only felt this way because it was your first time, but you had friends, and what they told you about having sex did not compare to this experience at all. It felt good, almost too good. You could feel yourself reaching, that sweet release every time he hit that spot again, leaving you a moaning mess.

"Yeah, that's my girl; there you go, come for me."

His timber voice rippling through your body was what made you go to a place that felt like heaven. Price didn't stop, his pace now picking up while his thumb found its way to your clit circling the swollen bud, he ignored the little yelps you let out in overstimulation only stopping once your spasming pussy became too much and filled you up.

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str4ngergirlw0rld · 2 months

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you loved and cared for eddie munson when you were 12 , now he hates you.

wc-2300 ish

pt 2 to bully eddie

Hawkins High School was far from picturesque. In your humble opinion, you despised it. At the age of 12, you had high hopes for high school - thinking it would be your golden age, your stepping stone to greatness. However, from freshman year onwards, you were miserable. Eddie Munson, two years your senior, made sure of that. He flunked his senior year not once, but twice, leaving you as his target for six long years. Eddie, the dungeon master of the hellfire club, was no stranger to bullying himself, but he took pleasure in tormenting you, the shy girl at Hawkins High. It was a shame that not even Eddie Munson would befriend you - you must have been a terrible person to be around.

"Peppy, please just consider this," Nancy pleaded. "It's your senior year, and we only have two weeks left of school. That's 10 days, 10 whole days you can really cherish." Peppy was your nickname, given to you because of your love for Dr. Pepper. You always had a can in hand, and Nancy and Robin couldn't resist calling you that. Despite your reluctance, Nancy had a way of convincing you to do things. She was like literal sunshine, impossible to resist. "Let me think about it, Nance. I can't afford to be humiliated again. Last year was miserable." Of course, you would think about it. Nancy's infectious energy always made you want to join in. "Nancy, can you please come over after school? Bring Robs, and we can discuss this. If I do decide to go, we'll have lots of planning to do." "Of course, see you later, Peppy."

"Rob's, guess what?!" you yell excitedly. "Please tell me you have amazing, awesome news like 'oh my god, the upside down caved in and disappeared,' that would heal me."

"Robin, no, shut up, someone's gonna hear you," you said, glancing around cautiously, hoping no one had heard what she said. Luckily, the halls were empty.

"What's the good news, Peppy?" Andy asked me to prom. Can you believe that? I mean, Robin, I am a freak. I'm a freak at heart. Eddie Munson won't even let me live it down. Robin, do you know how amazing this is?"

"Peppy, really? You're going with Andy? Like, Andy Andy?" Robin's mood matched yours.

"Yeah, Robbie, I'm so excited. I have my dress picked out and everything. It's pink with hints of red and red hearts embroidered on the sleeves," you explained.

"Oh my god, Peppy, that's so good! I'm so happy for you. This will be so, so, so fun. I can't wait. Make sure you let Nancy know. Oh my god, she's gonna be so happy we all get to go together. She's been begging and begging me to find a date," Robin told you.

"Okay, Rob, I'll see you after English. I'll give you a ride home. Love you."

"Love you too, Peppy."

Unbeknownst to you, Eddie Munson lurked around the corner, a scowl etched onto his face, his dark intentions hidden beneath a facade of resentment. He was determined to ensure you wouldn't have a good time at prom, hell-bent on sabotaging any joy you might find. For him, your happiness was an affront he couldn't tolerate, and he was prepared to do whatever it took to ensure your night ended in misery.

"Heeey, Andy. I heard you're going to prom with Y/N," Eddie slyly interjected, his voice dripping with malice.

"Who?" Andy asked, seemingly oblivious to the tension brewing.

"Peppy... the freakazoid. Dude, you know who I'm talking about," Eddie replied, his tone laced with disdain.

"What's it to you, Munson? It's none of your business," Andy retorted, his confusion evident.

"No, it's not, but I'm just warning you to stay away. She's a weirdo," Eddie sneered, his words dripping with venom as he poisoned Andy's perception of you.

Draped in a delicate shade of light pink, you sat in your living room, the soft glow of the evening sun casting a warm hue over everything. Your mom fussed over you, capturing every angle with her camera, her voice filled with pride as she complimented how beautiful you looked. It was a moment of rare confidence, happiness, and contentment that you hadn't experienced in a long time.

As the clock inched closer to 6 PM, the anticipation grew palpable. Andy, your prom date, was scheduled to pick you up at 8, and you couldn't help but nervously glance at the clock every few minutes. You had carefully chosen his pink tie with heart motifs, hoping he wouldn't be too embarrassed to wear it.

Meanwhile, Andy sat on his bed, staring blankly at the baggie of weed in his hand. Eddie's words echoed in his mind, poisoning his thoughts. "She's a freak, stay away from her unless you want to look like a freak too." The fear of being associated with you gnawed at him, and he made the cowardly decision to stay home, drowning his insecurities in drugs instead of facing you.

As the minutes ticked by and the clock struck 9 PM, doubt began to creep into your mind. Was Andy just running late, or was this all a cruel joke? You hesitantly dialed his number, your fingertips trembling with uncertainty. "Yello," Andy's voice crackled through the phone. "Hey Andy, it's me. I was just wondering when you're coming. You're still planning to come, right?" you asked, the hope evident in your voice. His response shattered your heart into a million pieces. "Yeah, no sorry. Munson got to me. You really are a freak," he muttered, his words like a knife through your heart. With tears welling up in your eyes, you hung up the phone, devastated by the realization that Eddie hates you , he hated you. silly you for thinking he’d let you have this one night to be happy.

as you sat in your last class of the day, a sense of relief washed over you knowing you didn't have a date for prom. The thought of spending the night with friends instead of navigating the awkwardness of a date brought a sense of calm.

But as you squirmed in your seat, eager to leave, Eddie's bitter tone shattered your moment of peace. "Could you stop fucking moving like that? I'm trying to write," he snapped, his words cutting through your thoughts like a knife.

Feeling a pang of anxiety, you stammered out an apology, your voice wavering with uncertainty. "Sorry, I'm just feeling anxious. Do you want me to move?" you offered, hoping to diffuse the tension.

"fuck yes, you annoy me anyway," Eddie retorted, his hostility palpable. "It's making me sick having to sit next to you."

Feeling a surge of humiliation, you quickly gathered your things and made your way across the classroom, retreating to the back in a desperate attempt to escape Eddie's ire.

Meanwhile, Eddie's heart pounded in his chest as he watched you move away. Memories of his behavior flooded his mind, the guilt weighing heavily on his conscience. He hadn't spoken to you since he was 14.

But despite the remorse gnawing at him, Eddie couldn't bring himself to stop. His hatred for you, fueled by years of resentment and pain, consumed him. He needed to push you away, to make you feel the same hurt he had felt. It was a vicious cycle of pain and retribution, hes only protecting himself from getting hurt again. he wont let you hurt him again.

gloomy days at Hawkins Middle School were oddly your favorite. The prospect of spending time indoors with Eddie, playing music together in the classroom, always fueled your happiness. You dashed eagerly to the music room, eager to retrieve your guitars and dive into another session of music-making with Eddie.

As you approached the closet where your instruments were stored, your eyes fell upon your beloved pink guitar, perfectly sized and customized for you. Next to it lay Eddie's red guitar, adorned with hateful words spray-painted across its surface: "freak," "loser," "trailer trash," "ugly." Anger surged within you at the sight of Eddie's defaced instrument.

In a moment of impulsive fury, you reached for Eddie's guitar, lifting it from its confines and slamming it onto the floor with all your strength, over and over again until it lay shattered into pieces. Eddie had just entered the room, tears streaming down his face as he witnessed the destruction of the one thing he cared for deeply.

Despite your attempts to explain, Eddie refused to listen. He turned his back on you, shutting you out completely. From that day forward, Eddie remained a distant figure, a silent specter haunting the halls of your memories. he never spoke to you again. opting to make your life miserable instead

Underneath your bed sat the replica of the guitar you had painstakingly saved up for, a reminder of your failed attempt to mend your friendship with Eddie. It was too big for him, collecting dust as it remained untouched. You couldn't bring yourself to throw it away or return it, holding onto the hope that one day Eddie would open his heart and listen to your side of the story.

You were pretty sure you reeked of shitty spiked punch and pepperoni oil, a combination that only added to the cynicism creeping into your thoughts. Watching Robin dance with Vicky, the girl she'd been crushing on all year, should have filled you with happiness, but instead, you couldn't shake the feeling of dread as Eddie Munson sauntered up to them. Why was he even here? Didn't he have better things to do?

"Peppy, you look so down. Can we get you anything?" Nancy's caring voice broke through your reverie, her concern evident in her gaze. "You know, I'll ask Jon to go to the diner right now to get you a burger. You look miserable, babe." Her offer was sweet, but you couldn't bring yourself to accept it, not when you caught sight of Eddie flaunting his presence with a bright flask, momentarily blinding you with its shine.

"No, Nance, I'm good. Please, just have fun," you managed to reply, mustering a weak smile as she ran off with Jonathan when "Time After Time" started playing.

The grunts and groans behind you drew your attention, and you turned to see Eddie being bombarded by school security. Curiosity getting the better of you, you intervened, asking shyly, "What's going on here?" while avoiding Eddie's gaze.

"Mr. Munson here attempted to steal school property, miss," the security guard explained. Eddie rolled his eyes and dismissed you, but you couldn't ignore the pang in your chest at the mention of a guitar. Despite his protests, you watched as they escorted him away.

Feeling foolish yet determined, you knew you had to do something for him. Maybe this would finally make him leave you alone, or perhaps even apologize. Being in student council had its perks, including a set of keys with your name on them. In the darkness of the hallway, you located the guitar and grabbed it, hoping no one would see you as you made your way to the parking lot.

You approached Eddie with a heavy heart, a dusty guitar clutched in your trembling hands. "I know they kicked you out, and I'm assuming it's because of this, but I thought you'd want to play, you know? Before leaving and everything," you murmured softly, offering him the instrument.

"Whatever," Eddie replied curtly, his tone dripping with disdain. Your heart sank as you struggled to understand his animosity. "Why do you hate me so much? I've done nothing but be nice to you. I love your uncle, I loved you. You were my best friend, Eddie, and you started treating me like shit for no reason. Really, what is it?" Tears streamed down your face, smudging your makeup as you poured your heart out to him.

Eddie felt a pang of guilt tug at his heartstrings, a sudden urge to console you rising within him. He wanted to tell you that he was sorry, that he never hated you, that you looked beautiful even with tear-streaked cheeks. But his pride and guarded heart held him back. "You're a bitch, Y/N. You're a piece of shit, and you ruined the one good thing I loved, the one thing I had left of my mom. And you had no remorse when you did it. You did it with pride, and you looked at me like I was a monster. It's not my fault you deserved to be treated like shit, Y/N. Really, I fucking hate you. This whole fucking town hates you, and I understand because you ruined my life," he spat out bitterly, his anger palpable as his nostrils flared.

"I really don't know what I did. If I knew, I would apologize. I've only ever done things to protect you, Eddie," you sobbed, your heart breaking with every word.

"So breaking my shit is protecting me? Ruining my shit is protecting me, Y/N? That's an excuse, and it's a shitty one. You know I loved that guitar," Eddie yelled, his voice raw with emotion as he fought to contain his turmoil.

"I did it to protect you, Eddie. You never let me explain. They did it, Eddie. They spray-painted your guitar. They wrote mean things on it. So I got angry, and I broke it. I shattered it because I didn't want you to see that. They were so wrong, Eddie. They still are wrong. Even after you treated me like shit, I still want you to know that you are none of those things," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper as you stared at the ground, your chest heaving with sobs.

Eddie's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his anger waning as he processed your words. Unable to resist any longer, he reached forward and pulled you into his arms, his own tears mingling with yours. "Shh, baby, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I thought you did it just to spite me. Baby, I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I love you. Please, I love you," he whispered brokenly, his bloodshot eyes pleading for forgiveness as you looked up at him, your heart heavy yet hopeful

I love you too, I really do, even after everything," you sighed into his shoulder, your words muffled by the fabric of his shirt. Eddie gently grasped the back of your head, tilting it back so you could meet his gaze. He pressed his nose to yours, his forehead resting against yours, as his hand traced your jawline with tender care. With a lightness that belied the weight of your emotions, he placed the gentlest of pecks on your lips.

"I love you, baby. I'm sorry," Eddie murmured softly, his voice laced with sincerity.

"It's okay. I really love you too," you replied, your heart swelling with love and forgiveness as you melted into his embrace.

“lets go”

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malleusfucker · 1 year

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hate sex: leona, malleus

warnings: nsfw/smut, hate sex, semi-public sex, degrading, hair-pulling/choking, gender-neutral reader

prompt: pretty self-explanatory

word count: 1.3k

i’m writing about these two again? groundbreaking

*also - now i’m on break, i am thinking of doing a part two of this with other twst characters so request/message what characters i could possibly write about!*

leona

truly the blueprint for hate sex because this man is just a straight-up asshole, but at least he makes it entertaining. unlike that pompous lizard, leona is extremely straightforward and wants you to know EXACTLY how he feels. and if that means conveying those feelings by shoving your face into the mattress with a firm hand wrapped around your neck, then he’s definitely not afraid of doing so. he is certainly not polite when it comes to sex ever but sprinkle some pent-up hatred and disgust, and you’ve got yourself a very interesting situation. it becomes apparent how lethal the combination of having a short fuse and a lack of shame is when you realise that having hate sex with this man may happen anywhere, at any time. you never know whether the look he's giving you across the classroom is one of affection or complete disdain since leona's mood can be rather unpredictable.

seeing him eye you up with knitted brows as you pass each other in the hallway feels like the calm before the storm. you can't help but wonder, "what the hell have i done this time?" feeling the heat practically radiate off of him every time you lock eyes from across the campus just further angers you with each glance. this man really did invent sexual tension, not even knowing what you did to make him so mad, and yet the writing is already on the wall with how obviously agitated you both are becoming with each other. unlike malleus, who wants a reason to fuck you so roughly, leona doesn’t need one. you simply standing there is enough to piss him off. it’s almost impressive the way leona somehow conjures up a reason to display such aggressive hatred towards you, to the point when you begin to resent him for the same reason, even though this "reason" is completely fruitless and is really simply a pretext for both of you to behave a bit more "animalistic" toward one another.

that sexual tension that was slowly bubbling throughout each class finally bursts as leona’s patience has long since vanished. one moment, you're going about your day normally. the next, you're being dragged into an empty classroom after hours, your stomach slamming against a desk before you can even identify the hand that's feverishly tugging at your clothes. leona’s so harsh. merely speaking vitriol and shame into your ear to make you feel like shit, and yet, you don’t feel an ounce of humiliation. your blood boils at leona's arrogance and his assumption that he can treat you this way out of the blue. minutes pass, and you suddenly feel him abruptly thrust into you, not even exchanging a word beforehand as he starts to shove and bite. insults, along with angered grunts and moans fill the room as leona starts to pick up his pace, ruthlessly fucking you from behind.

while your body continues shaking as a result of his selfishness, he doesn't even offer to help clean you up before retreating to his room. this asshole walks away with a look that borders on utter apathy, ignoring that he just spent the previous hour driving into you with the force you'd expect from someone with his level of athleticism. while it may be fun in the moment, the aftermath is anything but. at least when you’d usually have sex with leona, you’d be in the comfort of his bed, and though he probably won’t pamper you afterwards, he’d at least be gentle. now you’re alone in a classroom, sore and limp, flushed and unable to walk properly as your legs tremble. you can't stop thinking about how he sounded, how much of an asshole he was, and how, despite all he's done to you, there's a part of the experience that you secretly loved a little too much.

“god, you’re so fuckin’ annoying. stop being so fuckin’ loud and shut your mouth.”

malleus

malleus is not one for hate sex. he would never stoop so low as to let such irrational and fleeting feelings of brief frustration out on the one he loves, the one he feels the urge to protect and cherish. such actions would be appropriate for the more stubborn, selfish type - a certain lion, maybe. but not malleus. he knows better than to lash out at you because, dear god, the consequences would be more than just a scratch. he knows his capabilities and knows that even when he’s being gentle with you, you’re still crying - much to your embarrassment. so why? why does it feel so good seeing you under him, brows furrowed and teeth gritted - pulling at his hair as if you never liked him once in your life before. all the sweet moments and memories you cherished together going down the drain one by one, with each thrust wracking through you. it felt disgusting that both of you were enjoying this, though you weren’t exactly showing it.

leading up to such a scenario would be rare in malleus’ case. he’s extremely good at controlling his temper, even when he knows he’s being toyed with. he lets you entertain the idea for a while, knowing that in a couple of hours, you’re going to be begging for him to stop relentlessly fucking you. he rarely, if ever, gets really upset with you. that's why the thought of hate sex with him is both thrilling and terrifying all at once. hate sex with malleus would always be caused by a petty reason. an actual serious argument between you two would never lead to this because malleus would actually want to fix things properly rather fixing it with his dick. because it’s always over something so minor that just makes it more fun - there’s zero consequence, no repercussions that could change your relationship except waking up with a sore and bruised body.

on occasion, he appreciates allowing the relationship to have some sway. to always be treated like royalty by a perfect prince can get boring. he never thought he'd enjoy this so much, but he finds it strangely exhilarating to see you thrash around crazily while he fucks you hard against a wall as you cry obscenities at him. a prince should be cordial, never behaving in such a disgusting manner, but the way you display such visceral hatred towards him as you spit in his face simply makes his ego grow bigger (and something else too). such venomous loathing over something so minor - it sometimes feels like you both truly do hate each other.

malleus really is a tease. even when you’re ripping at his horns with your legs wrapped around his waist - he’ll always have the upper hand. he wants you to have your moment, behaving as if you were a child having a tantrum before he finally has his turn. malleus, no matter the situation, will always have you believing your words affect him when really he’s just giggling to himself like the smug bastard he is. hate sex with this man is definitely not equal. those red scratches on his back don't phase him but merely make him laugh them off as though a kitten had clawed him. he’ll fuck into you so hard to the point of that fabricated hatred manifesting in reality. both your vision and body weakening as he pumps his seed into you, treating you like a disposable toy that he can use for whatever purpose he pleases.

because of that power imbalance, it just helps to aggravate you more. nobody has the right to take advantage of you in this way, tearing into your flesh with monstrous fangs and claws like it's nothing, drowning out your protests with each harsh thrust. he actually is an asshole when the situation fits him, boasting an air of superiority so pompous that he might as well be on the same footing with leona. instead of taunts and names, malleus expresses everything with his body. slamming his hips against yours with such violent power as he looks down at you with disgust and resentment on his face.

"you look so pitiful right now. it's nearly adorable."

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k-germsworld · 6 months

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Win-win situation

Yerin x M! Reader

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Today is the final exam of this semester. Every college student studies very hard to get good grades, and Yerin is also one of them. Although she has always been an excellent student, she has never been lazy to study because of this.

"The exam starts now!" The exam started with the voice of the invigilator. Everyone is very focused on the exam. The only sound in the entire examination room was the sound of pen writing on paper, and no additional sounds were heard at all.

Yerin would sometimes raise her hand to ask the teacher a question, and the invigilator would also give her some hints. Originally, this behavior was not allowed in the examination room. However, the person who serves as the invigilator is also the professor of Yerin’s class, and the way she looks at him with her clear eyes he can't help but give her a hint.

When the professor sat down, his eyes accidentally glanced at Yerin, who was sitting in the first row. His eyes kept looking at her sexy thighs. The way he looked at her thighs seemed like he was ready to bury his head between her thighs. The professor looked away when he realized he couldn't keep staring at his student, but was still attracted by her sexy thighs. The professor looked at her students and even got an erection without realizing it. The professor spent the long exam time holding his hard cock like this. He is desperate to wish the exam would be over quickly to avoid Yerin's teasing.

"Ring...." The professor's alarm clock rang, which meant the exam time was over. "Time's up. Please stop answering and hand me your test paper.” After collecting all the test papers, the professor asks the student to leave the exam hall. Professor watched all the students leave the exam hall then only he left. He headed to his office and started to mark the paper.

"What the..... Are they trying to let me fill in the blank for them? Who does this paper belong to?" The professor was very angry about the blank exam paper. But when he looked at the name, he suddenly calmed down. “Jung Yerin ！” This exam paper belongs to Yerin. When he thought about looking at her thighs in the examination hall just now, he suddenly felt angry and ridiculous. When he thought of her thighs, his cock became erect again unconsciously.

“Knock knock….” A knock on the door brought the professor back to reality. “Who?” “Sir, May I come in?” As soon as he heard the voice, he knew it was Yerin. ” Come in.” She opened the professor's door and went in. The moment she stepped in, the professor put away his fantasy and said angrily to her. “What happened to you? Why you didn’t answer your exam, are you trying to let me write an answer for you?” She didn't feel any shame but acted coquettishly to the professor. “Sorry, sir. But ….” Yerin's pause made the professor hesitate. “Did something really happen to you? I know you are usually a good student and your grades are not bad.” Suddenly, she pulled up her skirt and let the professor see her lacy black panties. “Sir, have you found me hot?” Her sudden action frightened him and made him panic. “Hey, Yerin behave yourself please!”

“Why? Didn’t you enjoy looking at my thighs in the examination hall just now?” The professor was caught peeking at Yerin in the examination room, and he didn't know how to refute her. She knew that her threats were slowly taking effect, so this time she took a more proactive approach to make it easier for the professor to fall for her. She walked to the professor's chair, took his hand, and put it on her breasts, guiding him to touch her breasts. He quickly reacted and took his hand back. “Stop it, Yerin! We are a teacher-student relationship, we can't have this happen.“

When she heard the professor's stop, she put away her innocent expression and showed disdain. “Dare to see but not dare to do, you such a coward. OK, then I am gonna tell it to the principal." “Tell what?” He hesitates for a while. “I am gonna tell the principal you're such a pervert, molest his female student.” Just as Yerin was about to turn around and go out, her hand was grabbed by the professor. ”I can’t lose my job now, what do you want?” "I won't let you suffer a loss, sir."

“I have a great plan for both of us. If you give me a good grade, I won't tell the principal. In exchange, I will serve you well until you are satisfied.” He was still thinking about the feasibility of this plan, but Yerin had already taken his hand and put it on her breast again. “You can vent your sexual desires on me and I can get good grades. It's a win-win situation.” He knew that he no longer had any right to refuse, so he could only follow her plan. He followed his manly nature and groped her breasts. She smirked because she knew she had won and straddled his legs and kissed him.

“Your lips are so soft, Yerin.” She smiled but said nothing and continued the kiss. Their passionate kiss made their breathing louder and louder. The professor's hands also began to roam around Yerin's body. The professor's hands had already entered her skirt. Just when he was about to take off her underwear, she stopped him. “Give some patience, Sir. You still have not yet had enough of my body.” Even so, she took off the professor's clothes. Her hands caressed his muscular body. “Your body is so damn good.”

She took the initiative to kiss his neck and then his body. She stuck out her tongue and licked his belly button, and her hands were teasing his nipples. After she feels his nipples are hard enough, then only she sucked his nipples. “Your nipples are so hard, SIr. Did you like the way I eat your nipples?” “Yea Yerin, continue.” She was satisfied with his answer and continued to suck on his nipple. And one of her hands continued to tease the other nipple.

The professor was very horny and his cock was getting hard. Yerin, who was straddling herself on top, knew his cock was already hard, so she moved her hand to his cock and stroked it through his pants. Yerin stopped her movements and knelt, taking off the professor's pants. She took the cock in her hand and started playing with it. “Your cock isn't the size I imagined, but that's okay.” You could tell from her tone that she was disappointed. But she and the professor had already made a deal, and although she was disappointed, she could only continue. Although it was not the size she imagined, Yerin still stroked his cock seriously.

She playfully blew on his cock, making it twitching so hard. “Haha, are you a virgin?

But as far as I know, you have a wife, or you haven’t had sex with your wife for a long time, so your dick got hard just looking at my thighs.” She laughed at the professor as if he were a virgin. “Shut up, Yerin. You should just put in already, and don't even think to mention my wife again.” She felt happy just watching him get angry. ”Do you want your dirty cock put in my mouth?” “Yes, please. Fucking put it in right now.” Hearing how eager the professor was, she cooperated and took the cock into her mouth.

“Fuck, Yerin. Your mouth is so warm.” She cares no more and starts bobbing her head to give him the best blowjob ever. Her blowjob makes the professor doubt, how a university girl can have this skillful blowjob. Her blowjob is not just as simple as holding a cock in her mouth, but there are many techniques involved. She would take his cock into her throat and then spit it back out, then evenly coat his cock with the saliva that remained on it. Then licked his glans. Her hands were not idle either, and she kept playing with his balls. Every move she makes makes him want to die. Yerin even took his balls into her mouth. His cock is now full of her saliva like his cock is already part of her.

Her teasing made him leak out pre-cum. Yerin helped him lick off the pre-cum nonchalantly. “Slap me with your cock.” Although he was frightened by the sudden request, the professor did as she wished and patted her lustful face with his cock. His saliva-filled cock patted her face causing some of the saliva to splash onto her face. After the patting, he found that Yerin's facial expression was so erotic that he couldn't help but lift her up onto the table and let her lie down. He roughly took off her clothes, exposing her to a black lace bra that was the same style as her panties.

The black color makes him more turned on, he buries his face between her tits and lick her cleavage. At the same time, his hands are groping her tits. The blackness turned him on even more and he buried his face between her breasts, licking her cleavage. Meanwhile, his hands were caressing her breasts. He treated Yerin's breasts like they were desserts and had endless aftertaste. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he took off the bra that was in the way and displayed her breasts perfectly in front of him.

His hand was already teasing the outside of Yerin's pussy. He found that she was already so wet, and his hand felt very wet as soon as he touched her pussy. “Already so wet didn't you" He kissed her again while his hands pulled her skirt up and into her panties and started fingering her. “Fuck, your fingering is so good SIr.” He laughed after hearing what Yerin said because it was natural, he was a married man. He speeded up his fingering and caught her off guard, making her squirt. She was squirting so hard that she lay on the table and kept twitching. The professor took his fingers containing her juices into his mouth. “Your juices are much better than her,” She smiled after hearing that the professor liked her juices.

“However, you still have a lot to learn when it comes to pleasing a man. Let me teach you a lesson now.” He put off her soaked panties and tucked his cock into her wet pussy. Yerin, who had just squirted, was so sensitive that she moaned loudly the moment he put it in. “Fuck, you are so thick inside me.” He smirked and started to fuck her. He starts with a slow pace first, letting both of them used to each other size. He can slowly push his cock until the deepest then pull it out back. Then he keeps repeating this movement until he is used to her tightness. Once he was used to it, he raised his speed and fuck her. Their body collision and her moaning sound were so loud. Her moaning broke his mind, and he grabbed her tits to fuck her more deep. She is just a moaning mess right now and holding his hands to prevent his leaving

The missionary position alone wasn't enough for him, so he turned Yerin around. Now her smooth ass is facing the professor. The professor greedily touched her smooth ass, and even spanked her ass a few times. Her ass was so bouncy when spanked. “Yes, spanked me harder.” ”You need to say more lewd things to get a man more excited.” She didn't know how to say more lewd things The professor gave her a spank and said: ”Called me Daddy.”

“Fuck me already, Daddy.” Satisfied, he inserted his cock from behind and said, "That’s my good girl." This time he fucked Yerin at a very fast speed. Since she was lying on the table, she could only keep moaning and saying some lewd things to keep the professor horny. “Yes, fuck me harder Daddy. Make my pussy become your size. Treat me like a dirty whore.”

Her dirty words made the professor even more excited. “Yes, you know how to please a man while you getting fuck.” He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her up from the table. He makes her arching her back. He leaned close to her ear and whispered: ”Do you really think this is a win-win situation? It's only my win at the end. You can do nothing if I don't give you a good grade after I have fucked you. You have no evidence to report me.” “Never mind, Daddy. Even if you don't give me good grades, I am still your dirty whore.” “You are really my good girl Yerin.”

He hugged Yerin and sat on the chair together. The professor held her waist and made her up and down against his cock. “Daddy is so deep.:” After that, he stopped his move, and let her do it herself. “ Move it yourself.” She is a good girl, she will do whatever her daddy asks. She up and down herself against his cock. She didn't want everything is only done by her, so she held his hands on her breast asking him to play with her breast. The professor followed her, playing with her breasts. He even teased her nipples. But he didn't want to just play with her tits, so he ran his hands down her body until he touched her pussy. He stimulated her clitoris with his finger while his cock is stimulating her G-spot.

Yerin looked like she was going to heaven. “Daddy is really an experienced man, you are so fucking good.” The two of them were already on the verge of cumming. The professor grabbed back her waist and did a final sprint. “Where did you want Daddy to cum on?” “Just cum inside me please, Daddy.” Knowing where to cum, he cares no more and continues his fast thrusting until he cum inside her. They cum at the same time. She squirts to the floor. The floor now is very wet due to her squirt. The professor cum every drop inside her. He didn't have sex for a long time, so he cum very much. He holds Yerin and makes sure every drop is inside her then he only lets Yerin go. When she stands up from his legs, his cum is still dripping out from her pussy. She thanked him by licking his cock, and also helping him to clean it. “Daddy’s cum is so delicious, I like it so much.” He lay on the chair panting and ignored her.

When the results were released, Yerin undoubtedly got first place, even though her test paper had no answers. Her friends wanted to help her celebrate her first place, but they couldn't find her. Because now Yerin is lying on the professor's desk being fucked by her favorite professor to repay him again. “Yes….. fuck me more harder Daddy.” The moaning from the room.

#gfriend smut #gfriend yerin smut #yerin smut #jung yerin smut

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mavrintarou · 2 months

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[4:38 PM] Oikawa Toru [9]

I'm 89% sure the next part will be the last. This chapter is filled with heavy angst but comfort and understanding.

Warning: implied mild smut, angst & comfort but cliffhanging ending

Eighth part

Toru glared at the new wall that had been replaced between his and Y/n’s unit. He acknowledges his disdain for it. He detested both the physical and emotional distance that had arisen between him and Y/n.

Within a day, maintenance repaired the wall between their units, putting this unbearable space between them.

In the blink of an eye, everything changed, or more like in a heartbeat, everything changed for him and Y/n.

His heart has been numb since the moment Y/n announced she was pregnant and felt like it had stopped beating when she said the baby may not be his.

Everything became a blur at that moment.

“P – plea – se le – leave… I need sp – space…” she struggled with her stuttering and hiccups from her cries.

Toru was reluctant to leave her alone but to his best judgment, he needed some time to process what she just told him.

How had he not realized the changes? Especially when he had first-hand experience with Lucia when she became pregnant with Mateo.

As he recalled the brushed memories… it all began to piece together.

“Don’t – don’t suck too hard…” Y/n whimpered, blushing from watching Toru and feeling the suction he had on her sensitive nipple.

Another time when he was buried deep inside her, Y/n cried with tears pooling in her eyes. “You feel… you feel so deep…”

Toru immediately stopped his movements and caressed her cheek, “am I hurting you?” He wiped her tears away and only smiled when she shook her head, telling him he made her feel good.

These were tell-tale signs he remembered going through with Lucia.

It had been 48 hours since he last saw her but it felt like an eternity.

She has not returned his seven missed calls nor the numerous text messages. He knows he should respect her space but he couldn’t help but feel the distance between them is only pushing them further and further apart.

For an hour, Toru and Mateo hung out in Mateo’s large playpen together. The baby kept himself occupied with the toys Y/n had purchased him and Toru could only wonder what was running through his son’s mind.

Did he miss Y/n too?

It was two short nights but Toru spent every second of it going over the scenario.

Y/n was pregnant.

There was a probability that the baby could not be his.

That meant… it was that man that had visited her weeks ago?

“Woojin?” the name fell off his lips

All he could remember from that first and last encounter was that this person was tall like him, a slightly smaller physique but he and this man had the same dark hair and body complexion.

Toru couldn’t help but feel jealous of this Woojin person. Who was he to Y/n and what was their relationship? How long have they known each other?

All questions attacked him and he groaned, making Mateo look at him confused.

“I miss Y/n,” he told Mateo, who instantly perked up at the sound of her name. “You miss her too?” His son stared at him as if waiting for her to appear. “Should we go see her on the other side?” He picked up his son and together they headed towards the door.

The moment his door swung open, Toru’s eyes widened seeing Y/n leaving her unit as well.

With a suitcase beside her.

Y/n called his name softly, yet he heard the sadness and pain in her tone.

“Are you… going somewhere?” He shifted Mateo in his arms, who was squirming at the sight of Y/n.

He sensed the hesitancy as she quickly shut the door to her unit before letting out a deep breath. She approached him with her luggage left by her door.

“Where… are you going?” The question weighed heavily on him, as difficult to utter as it was to bear. His heart throbbed with discomfort, reluctant to confront the truth.

“I’m – I’m going to Ko… rea… to Korea for a few days,” Y/n answered, looking at him directly in the eye. She hesitated but reached for his free hand, holding it gently. “I will be back, I promise.” Y/n gazes into his eyes, “I’ll come back to you, I will come back to you.”

Toru untangled his hand from hers and drew her into an embrace, murmuring, “what is the reason?”

Despite knowing the reason, he understood the rationale behind it and knew that it would only inflict pain upon himself by asking, but he felt compelled to inquire regardless.

Her arms wrapped around his waist, and he felt her fist a handful of his shirt. “I should – I should tell him.”

Toru clenched his eyes tightly shut. He anticipated it, and braced himself for it, yet why did it sting even more?

“I understand,” he sighed, pressing his lips to the top of her head. “Okay, have a safe flight and please come back to me.”

“I will,” she pressed her lips over his heart.

Mateo slept soundlessly in Toru’s arm for his afternoon nap. Their large living room seemed larger and too quiet than usual. Even for a short period, his living room was filled with Y/n’s laughter, her singing to the wrong lyrics of Mateo’s lullabies. It felt so lively and filled with lots of comfort that warmed his heart.

After ensuring Mateo wouldn’t wake up, Toru laid him in his crib. He reached for Y/n’s wool cardigan that had been in his crib and placed it beside the sleeping baby who found comfort in it.

He closed the door to Mateo’s nursery and turned on his baby monitor. Toru was about to help himself to a cup of tea to calm his nerves when he heard something strange outside his unit.

If Y/n was on her way to the airport, who would be outside?

Without looking at the camera that pointed out to the lobby shared between him and Y/n, he pushed the door open and was ready to confront whoever it was but froze halfway.

Y/n looks up, startled and half crouching. Her luggage was lying flat on the ground as if it slipped from her hand.

“Y/n?” He blinked a couple of times, even rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands to make sure he was truly seeing her and that she was not just a hallucination. Over an hour ago he had made a tough decision to let her go, how was she… “Aren’t you supposed to be at the airport? Or on the plane to Korea?”

He walked towards her when Y/n quickly stood up and closed the distance between them, throwing herself at him, and wrapping her legs and arms around him.

Toru caught her, his arms naturally wrapping around her and supporting her weight. He sighed and hugged her tightly.

“I couldn’t do it,” Y/n finally whispered, she leaned back to look into his eyes. She quickly explained how she sat at the gates contemplating the situation and made the decision not to get on the plane. “I couldn’t go through it. Woojin deserves to know but I think I’m being too impulsive right now.” She cupped his face and pressed her lips against his. “I should have talked to you, figure this out together… that’s if you… want to figure it out together.”

“I do,” he confirmed quickly. One of his hands snaked behind her head, bringing it down to his. “I want to figure this out with you.”

Y/n brushed her nose against his, “I love you. I love you so much Oikawa Toru.”

Toru sighed, and a soft grunt came from his throat. “I love you too, Y/l/n Y/f/n.” Without putting her down, he walked over to pick up her luggage and towed it behind them into his unit.

They lay in the middle of Mateo’s large playpen.

“I want to get a paternity DNA test done.”

Toru rolled onto this side and supported his weight on his elbow. “Okay, I think that’s a good start too. Should we start with me?”

Y/n looked at him confused, “you?”

Toru nodded, a hand reaching out to palm her flat belly. He couldn’t voice how badly he wished and hoped that the baby that was nourishing inside Y/n’s body was his.

It never crossed his mind that he would want another child after Mateo, he’ll be honest that he didn’t want any more children and would be content with just Mateo. But since his rekindling with Y/n and the current situation, would he be so bold and willing to help her raise a child that was not his own?

“To rule it out,” he answered quietly, “it’s a small possibility… but I’m willing to hold my breath that this child could be mine.” He reached to touch her hair, “if it’s my baby then you wouldn’t have to bother talking to Woojin.”

Y/n sat up and motioned for him to sit up and as soon as he was upward, Y/n crawled on his lap and hugged him.

“Toru,” she uttered his name quietly under her breath, “I need to – need to know…” she paused to take a deep breath, “will – will you still want to be with me… if – if this child is not – not yours?”

No matter how many different scenarios he thought in his head, the one that weighed heavily on him was the high possibility that this child was not his. He asked himself if he would be able to raise a child that was not his own and the answer was yes, he would be able to raise another child that was not his.

If it was Y/n, who was also willing to love another child that wasn’t her own, Toru could also love a child that was not his own by blood.

Toru pulled away enough to see her face, he waited until she finally looked into his eyes and he smiled. “Yes, I will still want you even if this child is not mine. I will love them just as if they were my own.”

Y/n smiled, her shoulders relaxing as if his response had blown all the anxiety that burdened her. “I was scared you wouldn’t want to…”

A lingering, unidentified fear gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers.

“If…” he took a deep breath. “If this child is not mine and is… his… what – what will you do?”

Please don’t say you’ll go back to him, he repeated over in his head.

“Woojin and I have agreed to go our ways a few weeks back and I have contemplated on either telling him or not.” Her face bore the unmistakable mark of guilt. “If this child is his, I know I should not keep it away from Woojin.”

“No, you should not,” Toru concurred, though inwardly he wished she wouldn’t have to confront that man. Yet, he acknowledged that Woojin deserved to be informed about the pregnancy and the child; he deserved to be included in the journey even if he and Y/n had no preexisting relationship. “I encourage you to tell him. If he decides not to be involved in the baby’s life, then that’s his decision. You’ve given him a choice.”

Toru would have been at a loss if Lucia had concealed her pregnancy and the existence of Mateo from him. Despite the life-altering revelation, being a father to Mateo brings Toru immense pride and joy, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He has no desire to return to his life before Mateo came into it.

Y/n pressed her forehead against his. “If this child is Woojin’s, then we will have to figure out how to co-parent but it’ll be a bridge we’ll cross when we get there.”

The weighty burden he had carried for the past few hours finally lifted. “But regardless of what decision he chooses, I will be beside you.”

Y/n leaned to press her lips to his forehead, “I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve me because I deserve you. We deserve each other.”

Three weeks later, Y/n was scheduled for the testing.

Toru squeezed her hand, assuring her that everything would be okay. “The nurse said many have gone through this test and there is nothing to worry about, no risk to you or the baby.”

Y/n nodded, squeezing his hand tightly. “We’ll be okay.”

Sometime after they were separated, they reunited again. The same nurse who took Y/n away brought her back. As if sensing Toru’s presence, she looked up and smiled tiredly while sitting in a wheelchair. She reached a hand out to him, which he took and squeezed it lightly.

“Are you okay?”

She nodded, “let’s go home.”

Toru gently pulled the covers up to her chin and carefully got off the bed without disturbing her.

Y/n groans, curling up into a fetal at the loss of his warmth. Once they reached home, she began experiencing cramping shortly after they got home. They were informed that cramping and light spotting was expected and normal. Toru wanted her to stay with him at his unit so he could monitor her.

He swallowed hard, despising the sensation of helplessness and his inability to alleviate her pain. Plating a gentle and light kiss on her forehead, he allowed her to rest while he stepped away to make a brief phone call to his mom to check on Mateo.

“Hey mom,” he greeted quietly over the phone, “how is Teo?”

When Toru and Y/n had dropped him off with his grandma, Mateo displayed signs of distress. He appeared apprehensive in the unfamiliar surroundings, clinging tightly to Toru. When his grandma attempted to reach for him, Mateo recoiled, refusing to go to her – a behavior that shocked both Toru and Y/n, as he had never exhibited hostility before.

They had to ease him in and get him comfortable before leaving him for a few hours.

“Teo is just like you. The moment you and Y/n disappeared and he noticed it, he looked everywhere for you two.” His mom explained, “you were just like that when you were a baby. But how is Y/n? Is she okay?”

“Yeah, she’s okay, she is resting,” he felt slightly guilty for not telling the truth to his mom about Y/n’s appointment, only saying she was not feeling good and he was going to take her in. “I’ll be there soon to pick up –“ Toru loses the rest of his words as he turns his head towards his unit door. “Mom, I’ll call you back in a second.”

Walking towards his door, he pressed the button to turn on the camera outside his unit.

His eyes narrowed when he saw someone standing at Y/n’s door, ringing her doorbell and knocking repeatedly on her door.

“Y/n!”

Opening the door, he faces the man head-on. “Can I help you?”

Woojin wiped around, his disheveled hair and ruffled clothing told Toru something didn’t feel right.

“Y/n, where is she?”

Stepping out and closing his door behind him, Toru stood tall, “she is resting.”

Woojin marched across the lobby and grabbed Toru by his collar. “You bastard, is she in there with you?”

Toru emitted a bitter chuckle, “it is none of your business if she is with me, you guys are nothing.”

Woojin shoved Toru against his door, growling, “it is my business when she is my woman and carrying my child.”

Toru’s smile dimmed as his eyes narrowed, and then he shoved him away. “Leave before I have security kick you off the premises and banned.”

Running a hand through his messy hair, Woojin chuckled coldly. “You know it too, is that right?” His silence confirms his assumption. “I will not back down – “

“Toru?”

The two men turned their heads as the door slowly opened revealing a pale Y/n who gripped her abdomen. “Toru?” Her voice shook, “some – something doesn’t feel right…” her legs trembled as she looked down at her feet, her white ankle socks soaked with redness.

. . .

E/n: I know... I know :(

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lostbetweenvampiresandmusic · 1 month

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6 and 17 with David?

6. Why are you completely drenched?

17. I did everything you asked, and still you talk to me as if I'm nothing!

I hope you like this! 💜

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I sat at the edge of the cliff, staring out at the ocean in front of me. It's weird how something so gigantic and powerful could look so soothing and calming. Especially when everything surrounding it was getting crushed by an uncontrollable storm. I closed my eyes as the wind beat against my chest, feeling somewhat alive for the first time in days. I opened my eyes when I heard footsteps behind me.

"What's going on?"

I shrugged. To be completely honest, even I didn't know what exactly was going on. Or at least I didn't think I could accurately put it into words. David sat down next to me.

"If you're not going to talk-"

"I am." I said, with more force than I had intended. I sighed, looking at the ocean. "It's just all a bit much, alright?"

Now he didn't say anything, but I knew enough. This was a discussion we'd had many a time in the past few weeks. I had been pushed into a life I hadn't asked for, had changed, and left everything behind for him, and still - he acted as if it had been an easy and light decision. Maybe that was why I felt this storm brewing inside me, this anger that started to fester inside me and grow more toxic with the day.

"So you say."

I glared at David, getting up. "You know what, fuck you."

With those words, I walked off. If he didn't want to listen, I didn't want to waste my time talking. I could always go somewhere else, find someplace else to sleep. It was of no use, though. I knew he'd follow me. And I was right. The second I entered the woods, he stood behind me, responding to my earlier statement

"I think we played that game before."

"You told me that I had to change. Why?"

"You're my mate."

"You told me that mates were supposed to care for each other."

He nodded. I noticed an ice cold glare forming in his eyes, but I decided to ignore it. It was my time to be pissed now, not his.

"So why, if that's what you told me, do you act as if every single thing I did for you was nothing?"

"I don't-"

"Yes, you do! You belittle me when I miss my old life, you ignored me on my birthday when I realised that I wouldn't see my parents - every single time I as your supposed mate might have needed you, you fucking left me!"

"You needed time!" He started to raise his voice.

"I needed you!" I looked at him with tears in my eyes. "You told me, if I changed, you'd always be there for me. That we'd share everything. No more secrets, no more distance - just us."

"So?"

"So?" I repeated, my voice filled with anger and disdain. "I did everything you asked, and still you talk to me as if I'm nothing! Treat me as if I am nothing to you!"

"You're not nothing."

I glared at him. "Then maybe you should treat me differently. I'm not Star. I am not a liability, nor am I some stranger you let into your life."

I walked away from him, and this time, he didn't follow me.

I didn't do much that evening. I cried, fed and cried some more. This was not the immortality he had promised me, and it hurt me more than I had liked to admit. I wanted the live he had promised me, I wanted the companionship he had promised me - I wanted to be his, and him to be mine. But if this was what it would be like? I sighed as I saw the sky turn slightly orange, knowing that the only place I could go now was the cave.

As I entered the cave, with my head held high and ignoring my anger and sadness, I walked straight towards my bedroom. I didn't say anything to the others, and I appreciated the fact that they didn't say anything to me either. I expected to find my room empty. Instead, I found David there. He sat on the ground, a bottle with whiskey in his hand. He looked horrible, and somehow he was soaking wet.

"Why are you completely drenched?"

"I needed to cool down." His voice was low, void of any emotion.

"Oh."

I took my shoes off, changed into my pyjamas, and brushed my teeth. I was about to step in bed when he spoke up again.

"You're right, you know."

"I'm sorry?" I asked surprised.

"I've been doing a shit job. The boys agree with you."

"So what are you going to do about it?" I asked, realising that the fact that he admitted he was wrong was a big step already.

"Listen."

I nodded. "How about compromising, sometimes?"

"Maybe."

"No, that's something you need to do. I am not going to follow your orders blindly - I never have and never will. If I don't agree with you in something, you need to be open to a compromise."

"Okay."

"Thank you." I said, stepping into bed, pulling the covers over me. It was quiet for a moment, before I spoke up again. "The bed is more comfortable than the floor."

He looked at me, before getting up, getting undressed and laying down next to me.

"I know you gave up a lot to be with me." He said after a little while, his hands lazily brushing through my hair. "I sometimes forget how much they meant to you because none of us ever had that kind of relationship with our family."

"I know."

"I'm sorry I treated you like that."

I nodded. "We should start again tomorrow. Just the two of us."

"Like a date?"

"Yeah. We need to work on us, and I think a date is the best way to do it."

David thought for a moment before nodding. "Alright."

I smiled as I looked at him, kissing his cheek softly, before falling asleep. Things would be alright between us, I was sure of that.

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fredwkong · 5 months

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Genie: Javier's Wishes

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When the club finally closed at 3 AM, Javier breathed a sigh of relief. Sure, now he had to clean the whole place after a night of metalhead raving, but after that, he could go home and get some blessed sleep before his shift at the grocery store in the morning.

Javier was putting himself through college. On paper, the job at the club was great, way better than his other stocking and retail jobs. For most of his shift, he could do his readings while making sure that the patrons didn’t get too randy in the bathroom every 20 minutes or so. Even so, the constant cycle of work, sleep, class, repeat was draining. More than anything, Javier wanted some time off to travel.

While tossing a bag of garbage out into the alley, a glimmer of light in the dimness caught Javier’s eye. Just to one side of the door, as if it had been dropped carelessly, was an antique lamp.

Javier picked it up and stuck it in his hoodie pocket. If nothing else, it seemed to be real brass. He could probably sell it. With heavy, tired feet, Javier finished with clean-up and headed home. Before he could even think to unpack his things, he collapsed on his bed.

It wasn’t until the next day, after a shift at the grocery store, afternoon classes, and an evening at his tutoring job, that Javier slumped at the desk in his studio apartment and took out the lamp.

The thing was definitely real brass. There was just one discoloured spot on the side. Javier grabbed a washcloth, but he had barely begun to rub it when a stream of rainbow smoke erupted from the spout. Seconds later, a buff genie in a pair of form-fitting satin pants and a billowy white shirt was hovering in the middle of Javier’s room.

“You know how this goes, right babe?” the genie said, grinning down at Javier. “You make a wish each day, and I make it come true.”

Javier barely had to think. He knew what he needed in his life. “I wish I could travel,” he told the genie.

“Perf,” replied the genie, and clapped his big hands. A burst of dark blue smoke shot from between his hands and then thickened, filling Javier’s vision. In particular, it centred on his old flip phone, the cheapest thing that he had been able to buy.

When the smoke cleared, Javier looked down at himself and was shocked to see that he was in a sharp business suit, holding a briefcase. Instead of his old apartment, he was standing in a hotel room. On the desk, a sleek new Samsung flip phone was open, an appointment blinking. Javier had to get to the airport to fly to London.

In the taxi, Javier took a few work calls. He found that the information he needed for his new job as a marketing professional appeared in his mind as he reached for it. But, by the time he boarded the plane, he realised that he had to create a presentation and do hours of research before he landed at Heathrow. Thankfully, the company paid for his business class seat and in-flight wifi.

After the meeting in London, it was only a few hours until Javier was on his way to a meeting in Lagos. From there, he flew to Kuala Lumpur, and then Hong Kong. It was three days before Javier was sitting on a plane without any pressing work tasks to complete. After so many flights, he wasn’t sure where he was flying to. He went into the airplane toilet and rubbed the lamp.

The genie appeared in the mirror, disdaining to diminish his bulk in the cramped quarters. “You got another wish?” he purred, grinning out at Javier.

“I wish I didn’t have to work,” Javier said, his voice slurring from tiredness.

“Haven’t heard that one before.” The genie winked, and the vent in the bathroom issued a cloud of dark blue smoke. Instead of a suit, Javier found himself in perfectly fitted loungewear as the tiny commercial toilet expanded into a luxurious bathroom. Stepping out of the door, Javier stood in the bedroom of a private jet decorated in a classy, understated style.

A cute young man in a steward uniform stepped into the room. “Can I help with anything, sir?”

“Please, just call me Javi,” Javi said, the words seeming to fall from his lips unbidden in a smooth, laid-back tone. “And no, I’ll call if I need anything.” The full-size bed and fresh satin sheets were calling to him.

After a nap, Javi felt refreshed. The plane was coming in to land in some exotic locale or another. As a trust fund baby with several million dollars in the bank, Javi loved to fly from place to place around the world as the mood took him. He would just stay at a local resort until he got bored and flew out again.

And yet, all the days of partying and living it up felt strangely empty. Javi found himself remembering his life before the genie. All his classmates, friends, and coworkers still living from paycheque to paycheque while Javi ate off of plates worth more than they made in a year. Still, even his indescribable wealth wasn’t enough to support all of them for the rest of their lives. Not if Javi wanted to live as he was becoming accustomed to. So he summoned the genie.

“I wish I could help my friends.”

“Finally, something I can work with,” the genie groaned dramatically, and snapped his fingers.

Instantly, Javi’s vision filled with dark blue smoke. There was a wrenching sensation as he seemed to be pulled across a great distance. When his vision cleared, Javi found himself seated in a well-appointed lounge. He was in a perfectly tailored, fashionable suit, and looked over the rims of his round sunglasses as another young suited man entered.

“Your Highness,” the man said, making Javi’s head spin, “announcing tonight’s young lords.”

Behind him, two more men, some of Javi’s old coworkers from the grocery store, entered. They had fresh haircuts and were wearing perfectly tailored suits that left nothing about their trim bodies to the imagination. Javi found his mouth watering.

The memories rushed in. In order to help the most people in his circle, Javi had used his trust fund to establish a sort of feudal fraternity. He was the Prince, and beneath him were a selection of Dukes who invested in Counts, Viscounts, and Barons. This way, the money went farther, and there was a sense of decorum among Prince Javi’s modern “nobility.”

Of course, judging by the way the two Barons being presented before him tonight were undressing him with their eyes, appearances could only be kept up so long. The Prince was owed his due from those sworn to his service, and Javi could feel his cock hardening in his wool slacks. “Take this to the vault,” he told the steward, one of the rotating Dukes, handing him the lamp. “My lords, with me.” Javi crooked a finger at his Barons and led them to the adjoining playroom.

The Duke handed the lamp off to the nearest non-noble staff member, who took the next exit out of Prince Javi’s court/club. He had been planning to steal some silverware before leaving, but this was a much better haul.

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i-write-sometimes-maybe · 8 months

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Passion- Lady Lesso x EverToNever!Reader.

Synopsis: Wherever she goes, you follow.

Warnings: None.?

Word Count: 1.1k

A/n: Me? Writing to distract myself? Yes. I really love some of the things I put in here so I hope you guys love it too. I really hate that it’s so short BUT I have another one ready for ya. And I have a longer one in the works too!

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Lesso had asked you to join her on her next venture. She didn't tell you any details past that, and you didn't care to ask for any. You were simply pleased to be joining her.

Lesso had asked that you not disclose the fact you were tagging along to Dovey, it made sense. You were an Ever teacher tagging along with the Dean of Evil, Dovey wouldn't approve.

Even if she knew that you and Lesso were meant to be together.

You were to sneak out of the School for Good to meet Lesso at the bridge between Good and Evil on the last crescent moon of the month.

And so you did.

Once it started to approach midnight, you left your quarters and silently moved through the halls.

You didn't have anything with you but the clothes you adorned, all by the direction of Lesso. Again, you didn't ask any questions.

You made it through the school easily enough, passed all the fairies that must've been sleeping, and passed anyone who may have been on watch.

It was so close, the border to the other school was right within reach.

But just as you were about to cross, someone grabbed your arm and pulled you around.

"My dear, where are you going?" Dovey had her sweet smile, one that you never really saw as sincere.

You felt no need to lie, you were going regardless of whether or not you had permission.

"I'm going, I'm going with Lady Lesso," You started.

She cut you off, "Wha- you can't do that. You cannot leave, especially not with her."

You stood confused for a second until you saw Lesso walk up behind you. She must've been watching for your arrival but stayed for a moment to see how Dovey would react.

"Well, why not?"

"Because you're an Ever. She's a Never. It cannot happen."

Lesso rolled her eyes, "It has happened already, princess."

You inwardly smirked at the response she had for Dovey. She calls you her princess, but hearing the disdain in the word when it's directed at Dovey oddly fills you with joy, especially when you know how delicious it sounds when she means it every time she uses it for you.

"So, we'll just be going now-" Again, you tried before getting cut off.

"No!"

"No?" She was starting to frustrate you, and Lesso saw it.

"No. I cannot allow you to leave. Not with her."

"Clarissa, I am not asking. We are going, together."

"Oh for what? For some cheap fun? She'll tire of you in a few weeks time." You hoped to whatever creator that she didn't mean those words.

She had managed to set Lesso off, you could sense it without even looking at her. And at her words, her careless words, you stopped playing nice.

There was fury in her tone as Lesso stepped forward, "Princess, you-" You simply raised your hand to stop Lesso, her stopping right in her tracks at this move, this is your turn.

You could see genuine shock and confusion flash on Dovey's face when she saw how easily you handled your Leo.

"Dovey, you don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, I don't? It's puppy love! What don't I know what I'm talking about?"

You were unsure of where this attitude of hers came from, and you didn't like it.

"Dovey, you don't get it. Anyone else would sacrifice me for the world, but Leo? She'd sacrifice the world for me. You do things for the greater good, but for her, there is no greater good if she doesn't have me. And I can only hope that one day, you find someone who will love you as strongly as we love each other."

Dovey scoffed, "Desire isn't everything." You knew that she had reason to be so defensive, but that didn't mean you cared what that reason was.

You bit back a smirk, "Maybe not. But the pure, fierce need, the way that nothing can stand in the way of us, there's nothing we wouldn't do for each other."

"Y/n, she wants to see the world burn!"

You stepped forward with a proud smirk, leaving just a few steps distance between you two, "Then I shall be by her side as she sets it aflame. I will relish in the heat of the embers if that means I get to be with her for all eternity."

"So, that's it? You choose evil?"

"No, I choose love. Wherever she may lead me is where I shall follow. And I'm not asking you to understand, I'm asking you to stay out of our way," Dovey stood astonished at your words while Lesso beamed with pride and love. "For your own good."

"You wouldn't do anything to me..."

"I might not," You opened your arms with nonchalance, "But I can't say the same for your Evil counterpart."

Lesso stepped forward once more to be by your side, "And I make no promises."

Dovey looked from the redhead to you, staying silent for a moment.

You both took this as a cue to leave, you knew you weren't waiting for permission anyway. Lesso had just turned around to continue on, and before you could, Dovey spoke again.

"What if it's a ruse? That she's using you for her own gain? You're making a mistake." She tried to get you to stay, but you weren't having it.

"Then that is my choice. This is solely your concern Dovey, not mine." You took a step back, "She would not do that. But, if your little delusion happens to play out, then it will be my turn to set fire to everything in my path."

Dovey was completely unrecognizable, "Who, who are you? It's like I don't even know you anymore."

"You've never known me. Not in any way that mattered."

Dovey stood in place, staring with a face you wouldn't have been able to recognize had you been paying attention to her.

But your attention was elsewhere, of course. Held by the one who held your heart. You had turned back to Lesso to see her already watching you, her proud look stayed unmoving on her features.

When you two were together, nothing else seemed to exist. Nothing else mattered but your love and your intertwined souls.

"Come, Dove. Let us set fire to the world." Lesso pulled you into a kiss, a kiss that held the passion between you two. A kiss that tells you no matter what happens, you two will be side by side.

You two continued on the venture, wherever it may have been. You still didn't care where you were going because you were with your love, hand-in-hand, hearts tied together. And you wouldn't have had it any other way.

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hopefulromantic1 · 1 year

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Up Late - Trent Alexander-Arnold

Summary:

Jetlag, insomnia and a noisy nuisance of a neighbour Trent were all keeping y/n up late at night on her LA holiday

Warnings: Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 6.7K

Note: I wrote this all today in a rush to finish and I know the summary says nothing BUT hopefully it's not shit and you like it. Thanks for reading 💗

Part 2

You woke in the middle of the night in Los Angeles because jet lag was killing you. You rolled over landing your face in your pillow with a groan knowing it was not nearly time to wake up yet. It was already day three of this trip and you hadn’t had a full night's sleep yet. Los Angeles in the summer with your cousin and her boyfriend’s brothers seemed alright when she begged you to come but after three nights of insomnia you just wanted to go home.

After a few minutes of trying to get back to sleep you gave up and checked your phone. You groaned at the sight that it was only 2 am in LA. Your eyes felt heavier after seeing the confirmation of the time. You put the phone back down and attempted to sleep again. Just when you were feeling sleep take you again a slam of a door woke you back up.

“What the fuck,” you cursed lifting your head of the pillow. The sound of a bed shrieking against the floor followed and now you were fully awake again. You sat up in bed looking around your room trying to understand where the noises were coming from. You thought maybe someone was watching TV but your room was far from where the TV was so that couldn’t be likely. A shriek of wood scraping wood filled your ears again and you got off the bed to investigate. As your feet hit the ground you heard voices through the wall behind your bed.

“Fuck you’re so good,” you heard a woman shout. Your face twisted in confusion and then realisation when her words were followed by dramatic moans.

“Oh hell no,” you said, moving toward the wall. You put your ear to the wall and the pornographic noises amplified. The woman was putting on a show as if these walls weren’t paper thin.

“He can not be serious,” you grumbled to yourself, stepping away from the wall. You thought nothing of it when Trent picked the room directly next to yours. The two of you knew each other, but you weren’t really friends. You previously were indifferent about him. He was just your cousin’s boyfriend's brother. However, after seeing him go on mission to fuck every girl in the city you were quickly growing a disdain for him. From the first day you arrived, he was on a hunt. The following morning, you woke up painfully early and sat in the living room to pass the time. That’s where you stumbled upon the scene of a leggy blonde leaving the house at 4 in the morning with Trent only following enough to ensure she got into the taxi. You didn’t say a word to him when the scene went down and he didn’t say a word to you. You doubted this was the same girl in his bed now but this one was surely on a mission to make herself memorable. You stayed away from the wall but it didn’t help much to dull the noise beyond the wall.

You took a breath and decided to try and sleep despite the disruption. You climbed back into your bed and pulled a pillow over your head to dull the noise. For a minute it worked but then the shriek of Trent’s bed sliding against the wood floor and the incessant and insufferable wails of the banshee he was fucking intensified. You threw the pillow off your head and ripped your sheet off your body. You got off the bed again, slid on your house slippers and left your room to put a stop to the noise.

You made the short trip to the door next to yours and banged loudly on the door. At first you could hear the noise stop for a moment but then it restarted. You rolled your eyes and started banging on the door again. The sex sounds stopped again and you heard shuffling toward the door. You stepped back with your arms crossed and waited. The door swung open and Trent stood there in the dark with his shorts resting low on his hips.

“Y/n? What is it?” he asked, clearly annoyed with your interruption. You unfolded your arms and put them on your hips.

“Could you tell your flavour of the day to quiet down, some of us are trying to sleep,” you told him. His brows raised, seemingly surprised you heard him. You rolled your eyes at his reaction because who would not hear those performative wails. “Surely the sex isn’t that good,” you sassed, filled with attitude from your lack of sleep. Trent chuckled and leant on the door frame about to speak.

“Daddy, are you coming back?” the girl called from his bed. You almost gagged at her term.

“Just a minute,” Trent told her and pulled the door shut behind him, stepping toward you. You stepped back as the distance between his near naked body and yours closed.

“Daddy? Is she for real?” you asked him, folding your arms across your chest again. However when you did you noticed the thin silk fabric of your camisole shift so you dropped your arms again. Trent looked you over as you shifted and then back to your face with a smirk.

“What? That doesn’t turn you on?” he asked with a stupid smirk on his face, stepping toward you again. You stupidly looked down at his body, you had to snap your eyes away when you noticed his semi behind his boxers.

“No,” you flatly answered looking back up to his face.

“So why are your nipples hard?” he quipped, pointedly looking at your boobs. Your eyes widened and you crossed your arms over your chest again.

“It’s cold!” you snapped back, “Whatever, just keep it down,” you said and turned to go back to your room.

“If you can’t sleep you can always join in,” Trent jeered as you got to your door. You stood holding the handle and looked back to him with a harsh glare.

“I prefer to actually cum when I have sex, little miss porn hub is obviously acting,” you sneered and went back into your room.

You climbed back into bed and tried to fall asleep. However, as if to taunt you the noise from beyond the wall got louder than prior to your complaint. You groaned and put in your headphones to block it out and tried to let the music lull you to sleep.

The sun shining into your room woke you up for a second time. You still felt groggy due to your lack of restful sleep but you forced yourself out of bed. Your cousin Liv texted and asked if you wanted to go shopping with her and Tyler but you told her you were too tired and wanted to stay in. You decided on taking a leisurely day out by the pool. You got ready for the day and put on your bikini. You threw on some shorts for decency and left your room.

You went to the kitchen first for some fruit to snack on before heading to the pool. Whilst slicing some watermelon the brothel owner himself sauntered into the kitchen.

“Morning,” he groggily greeted you and took a seat at the kitchen island in only a pair of shorts. You nodded your head in response to him and turned your back to him to put the remaining watermelon back in the fridge, not wanting to engage in conversation. He didn’t catch the hint that you were ignoring him because, the second you turned back around you caught him taking the liberty of taking a slice of watermelon off your plate.

“Hey!” you scolded him but he was already putting the slice in his mouth. He smiled as the juices ran down his mouth and onto his naked chest. You rolled your eyes as he wiped it off.

“Wear clothes much?” you commented as he swiped his hand across his chest and put his fingers in his mouth, licking the juice off them.

“Me? Your ass cheeks are on full display in those shorts,” he smirked and picked another slice off your plate. You glared at him and pulled your shorts down before snatching up your plate and going out to the pool.

You set up your pool chair, pulled off your shorts, sprayed on your sunblock and laid out on the chair with your plate of watermelon in hand. It was peaceful, just the sound of passing birds as you watched the sun reflect off the pool water. After some time, the drowsiness from not having a good night’s rest started to overtake you. You decided on a nap outside as some shade started to come over the pool area. You turned on your stomach, undid the ties to your bikini to avoid tan lines and laid your head down. Not before long you were sleeping beneath the warmth of the sun.

Your slumber was interrupted by a mixture of male voices. You slowly opened your eyes not sure what was a dream and what was reality yet. You turned your head and saw the blur of a group sitting on the garden furniture. You blinked to clear your vision and realised it was Trent, his brothers and a couple other men. One of them laughed loudly assuring you, you were awake and not dreaming. You turned your head away from them and groaned wondering how long you’d be sleeping there. You made a move to get up but quickly remembered your top was undone.

You gasped and slapped your hand across your chest holding the bikini top against your chest as you sat up on the pool lounger.

“Fuck,” you cursed yourself realising your predicament. You couldn’t tie it back now without probably having a nip slip in front of that whole group of rowdy boys.

“You alright over there y/n?” Trent called to you. You looked over to him to see the sly smirk on his lips beneath his shades.

“I’m good thanks,” you said, giving him a tight smile and rolling your eyes when you looked away from him. You swung your legs off the chair and got off without taking your hands off your loose bikini top. You abandoned your stuff you brought out for now, quickly heading back indoors to fix your top.

Once you tied it back you went back out with a plan to just grab your stuff and go back to your room. However, that was not meant to be. The second you stepped outside again Marcell called you over.

“Hey y/n, come join us,” he shouted loud enough that you couldn’t pretend you didn’t hear. You cringed and sighed to yourself before lifting your head and smiling over to him. The youngest brother had been trying to get into your pants before the plane to LA even took off, so you were sure he was inviting you over to shamelessly and awkwardly flirt more. He was cute but you were not here to have sex with a horny kid. In fact you weren’t here to have sex with anyone. You only wanted to kick back and relax.

You nodded in acknowledgement of his request and pulled on your shorts. You started to make your way over to where the men sat but a petite curly haired brunette crossed your path making you stop. She strutted past you and over the where the men were and sat in Trent’s lap. You had to laugh at his latest pick. You were practically living in the love island villa the way he was cycling women through the doors. At least he was changing the types up, you thought. You took your mind off it and went over there anyway as Marcell continued to call for you. You sighed and sat next to him as he requested.

“You were sleeping there for quite a while,” Marcell commented.

“Yeah…I didn’t get much sleep last night,” you said looking up to Trent. He gave you a warning look but that didn’t stop you, “Seems my neighbour likes his girls loud,” you smirked and looked back to Marcell. He looked puzzled for a moment and asked the obvious.

“Isn’t Trent’s room next to yours?” He said, playing into your scheme. You didn’t know any of these girls but you were pretty sure the girl last night had straight hair so you were sure today’s girl wasn’t her.

“Exactly,” you smiled, “Maybe tonight you can keep it down Trent,” you said looking over to him and the girl in his lap. She quickly realised what you were referring to and swung her head around to look at Trent.

“What is she talking about?” She asked him.

“Uhh…” Trent started to stuttered, likely trying to think of a way to explain.

“Were you fucking someone else last night?” She questioned him. You had to bite back your giggles as you saw the anger flare up in her. Trent still didn’t have an answer for her yes or no question.

“You told me when you were coming out here that I was the only girl you wanted to see,” she said and you bursted out laughing. You couldn’t hold back at the look of terror on Trent’s face and the scowl on hers.

“Why are you laughing? Are you fucking him too?” She turned to you and questioned.

“Me? No but you hun are far from the only one maybe like number 3 or 4,” you told her between laughs. You didn’t want to hurt her but the information just spilled out. She gasped and jumped off of Trent’s lap. He looked at you in shock that you said that but his attention was quickly snapped back to the girl as she started shouting at him.

“Fuck you, fuck your little games, and don’t fucking talk to me again,” she slammed him and picked up her purse.

“Lacey wait,” Trent said to her, grabbing her arm.

“Lacey!? My name is Brianna you twat, fuck off,” she pulled her arm from his hold and stormed off. You watched with your jaw on the floor before bursting into tear jerking laughter as the boys around you tried to hold back their laughter.

“Why did you say that?” Trent fumed, directing his question to you.

“Sorry, must have been the lack of sleep that clouded my judgment,” you smirked and sat back in your seat. Trent rolled his eyes and picked up his drink and finished it, grumbling something you couldn't hear.

Tyler changed the topic and you sat with them for a while, listening to boy chat and fielding inappropriate questions from Marcell as he pitifully tried to flirt with you. Eventually you excused yourself and went to your room for the rest of the night. Fortunately, there was silence from your neighbour that night. You seemingly had foiled his plan of keeping you up with his overzealous partners tonight.

The next day you went out with Liv since you were feeling better. The two of you walked and shopped around downtown Los Angeles taking in the sights and taking a lot of photos.

“So Tyler tells me Marcell is really into you,” Liv teased as you looked through a clothing rack.

“Do you seriously think I’d be interested?” You asked her, showing you obviously weren’t with your tone. She laughed and shook her head no.

“He is cute,” she shrugged.

“He’s also like 12,” you commented, pulling a dress off the rack.

“He’s not 12! But okay fine I get it,” she held her hands up and let it go.

“This is cute,” you mused, thinking she was done with the topic.

“It is, maybe not Marcell but you should get out there - you could wear that dress on a date,” she suggested. You rolled your eyes and put the dress back on the rack. She picked it back up and held on to it.

“I don’t need to date,” you scoffed and moved on to another section.

“You don’t need to, but it would be good for you,” she continued to push her agenda. You ignored her and locked through another rack of clothes.

“At least get laid,” she said, pulling a top off the rack herself.

“Liv!” You scoffed.

“What? I know you wanted to ‘give up sex’ after your ex but babe it’s been a year it’s time get back out there,” she continued. You rolled your eyes and grumbled to yourself that you didn’t need sex or men. Liv shook her head at you but let the topic go for the moment.

The two of you continued to shop for a few hours before going back to the villa. She abandoned you once in the presence of her beloved again and you were left alone in the quiet house. You figured the others went out so you took a bottle of wine out of the fridge and went out to the pool.

When you got outside the sun was starting to set. You sat out on the pool loungers and watched the sun set as the night wind swept across you. You sighed and took out your phone to respond to some messages from your friends before filling your glass, playing some music and laying back on the pool lounger. You sat out watching the moon and the stars absentmindedly for a while whilst sipping your second glass of wine before you were interrupted.

“Out here scheming how to ruin my day again?” Trent’s familiar voice said from behind you. You rolled your eyes where he couldn’t see you and didn’t make a move to respond. Maybe if you didn’t say anything he’d disappear.

He didn’t. He came closer and sat in the chair next to you.

“Hey,” he said with an unexpectedly soft tone, laying back on the lounger beside you. You looked across at him in a white t-shirt that clung to his body and shorts that hugged his toned thighs. You snatched your eyes off him and turned them back to the clear night sky.

“Hey,” you simply replied.

Neither of you spoke for a while. You were both just taking in the stars. The soft sound of the music from your small speaker filling your ears.

“This is a really good song,” Trent commented, you hummed in acknowledgement and agreement.

“I’m sorry about Brianna,” you apologised after another period of silence between you two. Trent nodded in receipt of your apology but didn’t speak.

“She seemed nice,” you added, just to say something.

“She sent me an essay about how I’m a ‘entitled fuck boy’ before blocking me,” Trent said looking across to you. You laughed thinking that seemed to suit the personality of the girl.

“I would say you didn’t deserve that, but you kinda did,” you took a gentle dig and brought the glass of wine to your lips.

“I guess I kind of did huh,” he admitted, looking up to the stars. You looked at him surprised at his admission of guilt. You thought about digging further with your remarks, maybe commenting about how he probably has her replacement lined up but you swallowed your words when you looked at him. He looked softer under the moonlight, his face completely relaxed as he stargazed. He turned his head to you and you couldn’t help but smile as a small curve of a smile graced his soft lips. You snapped out of it and picked up the bottle of wine.

“Want some?” You offered to distract yourself from the intrusion of a soft thought about him. He nodded and you got up from your seat to get him a class from the outdoor bar. You poured him the glass and got back into your seat. Another long silence fell between you two as the music sang and the stars glistened.

“Can I ask you something?” You asked after debating asking in your head.

“Sure,” he agreed, placing his glass down beside him.

“Why so many girls?” You asked, he looked at you with furrowed brows and you started to regret asking.

“Honestly, because I can,” he shrugged. You looked at him unimpressed with his answer. Though you didn’t think any answer would justify his revolving door of women to you.

“Maybe you are an entitled fuck boy,” you raised your eyebrows at him and brought your glass to your lips. He chuckled at that comment.

“Sometimes it’s easier to fuck around,” he said casually.

“The sex isn’t as good though,” you added. He looked at you disbelieving your comment.

“Not true, I’m good in bed always,” he refuted your claim. You laughed to yourself and took another swig of your wine.

“You’re rude you know,” he commented to your wordless response.

“I didn’t say anything,” you held your hands up with a smile on your lips.

“You didn’t need too! I heard you with that sly smile of yours,” he poked your side.

“Hey!” You jumped at his action, “All I’m saying is, if the sex was good the girl who was in your bed the other night wouldn’t have had to put on such a show,” you grinned as you took a stab at him. He rolled his eyes and turned his face back to the sky. You giggled and also turned your attention back to the stars.

The two of you laid there for a while, letting the sounds of the night envelope you again. Your eyes trailed down to the pool water reflecting the moonlight and you got the urge to go in. You stood up from the pool lounger and took off your top.

“What are you doing?” Trent asked you.

“Going for a swim,” you simply said and slid out of your shorts. He watched you stood in only your underwear but you ignored his eyes on you. You put up your hair and walked toward the pool. You slowly stepped into the warm water until you were waist deep. You looked up to see Trent watching you.

“Are you going to stare all night or are you coming in?” You asked as you waded further into the pool. Trent scoffed at your comment but got off the pool lounger and took off his shirt. You peeked as he pulled it off exposing his taunt abs but you tore your eyes off before he could catch you. You shook your head at yourself at your slip. Trent stripped down to his underwear and walked around the pool to step in as while.

You purposefully ignored him as he got into the water. He came over to you and splashed the water at you to get your attention.

“Hey! My hair!” you scolded him and pushed his chest. He chuckled and apologised through his laughter. You rolled your eyes at him and turned your back in defiance.

“I’m sorry, I swear won’t do it again,” he apologised again and touched your shoulder to turn you back to him. You conceded and turned back to him.

“So what about you?” He asked, moving his hands along the water.

“What about me?” You asked, subconsciously copying his actions.

“I thought you had a boyfriend, how come he’s not here?” Trent asked. You looked up at him and paused. You remembered he had met your ex before you broke up at Liv’s birthday party. You didn’t think he’d remember that because the two of you weren’t really friends but clearly he had.

“We’re not together anymore,” you quietly answered, “We haven’t been for a while,” you added, looking down at the water beneath your hands.

“Oh, sorry about that,” he quickly told you. “He seemed like a dickhead anyway,” he added after a pause. You looked up at him wondering what evidence he had to think so.

“You can’t possibly know that,” you accused him for his assumption.

“I’m going to tell you something but you can’t be mad,” he said peaking your interest despite the warning.

“What?” You inquired, getting closer to him as your interest grew.

“I caught him flirting with some other girl at Liv’s party, he didn’t seem like a good guy,” Trent expounded. You can’t say you were shocked, the reason you broke up with him was because you caught him cheating but the story still stung. Your face moulded into a frown as the negative thoughts about your ex took over.

“I told you not to be mad,” he said putting his hand on your sullen face.

“I’m not mad, I’m just…I’m not mad,” you said shaking off your urge to go on a rant about how much of a dick your ex was. You looked up to him and noticed his hand on your face. He seemed to notice his position too and moved his hand.

“Like I said he’s a dickhead anyway,” Trent shrugged and put some distance between your bodies.

“Much like you’re an entitled fuck boy?” You laughed, no longer wanted to deal with the heavy topic of your past.

“Exactly, It’s not cheating if we aren’t together,” he winked and you rolled your eyes at his typical man comment. He chuckled at you reaction.

“And you don’t have to be good in bed if you change girls every night,” you snarked to rattle him. He was obviously not impressed with your comment because he gave you a sassy glare. You laughed more at his unimpressed look. He splashed the water in front of him and you gasped splashed him back. You tried to move away from him but there was only so far you could go before he pinned you against the pool wall.

“I told you not to get my hair wet,” you pouted and folded your arms when he cornered you.

“You deserved it,” he said looking down at you. You looked up to his face and got caught in his brown eyes. You’d never been this close before to notice the soft moles on his face or the light sparkle in his eyes. His lips looked so soft this close you had to tear your eyes off them and back to his eyes. He smirked, noticing you lost in his admiring him. He leaned into your face and your breath caught. You moved back but couldn’t put any significant distance between your bodies as your back hit the wall of the pool. He leaned closer until his nose grazed passed yours and your lips were centimetres apart. You couldn’t breath or think at that moment, your body took over and you closed the small gap and pressed your lips against his.

He moved his lips against yours and you pressed your body into his deepening the kiss. Soon his tongue was in your mouth and your soft moans were mixing with the hum of the music behind you. He put his hand on your back beneath the water and held you to him as he continued to kiss him. His perfect lips clearly weren’t just for show because the kiss was electric. You didn’t want to pull again, instead you moved your hands over his chest and to around his neck to pull him closer.

“Oh my days, so sorry!” You heard from behind you, your head snapped back to see Liv standing at the threshold between the villa and the backyard. Your eyes went wide and slipped out from under Trent’s grip.

“Liv, it’s not-” you started to say.

“I didn’t see anything,” she said and turned on her heels back into he house.

“Shit,” you cursed to yourself and climbed out of the pool.

“Y/n wait,” Trent said behind you. You turned to him from where you now stood on the pool deck.

“This was a mistake, let’s pretend that didn’t happen,” you quickly told him and went to the pool lounger to gather your clothes. Trent got out of the pool behind you and followed you.

“A mistake? I thought you wanted to kiss me,” Trent said standing in front of you. You stood up straight with your things in your hands.

“Goodnight Trent,” you curtly said and speed walked into the house. He sighed behind you and watched you walk away.

When you got into the house you saw Liv sat on the living room couch. She looked at you stood, dripping wet in your underwear and laughed.

“You saw nothing,” you told her and kept walking to your room. You got to your room and stripped your wet clothes. You took a shower and got into your pyjamas and jumped into your bed hoping to erase your spontaneous action from history.

The kiss was good, too good actually. You groaned as the thought reentered your mind. You turned and buried your face in the pillow trying to at least erase the act from your mind if you couldn’t erase it from history. However, it seemed you couldn’t even do that because you still felt his lips on yours as you laid tossing and turning in bed.

Another night where you laid sleepless. This time still the result of the noisy neighbour but for a completely different reason. You laid uncomfortable in bed for a while longer before getting up and deciding to do some activity. You started doing jumping jacks and then push ups. However, three push ups in and you had to give up. You turned on your back and laid on the ground.

Someone started knocking on your door and you presumed it was Liv, finally coming to making fun at you for what she witness so you called for her to come in from your spot on the floor. The door opened letting in some light and closed again. You didn’t look to confirm it was Liv, you only stared up at the ceiling contemplating your life.

“Are you alright?” Trent asked kneeling next to you. Your head snapped over to him and you jolted to sit up realising it was him in your room.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, standing up and pulling big t-shirt down to cover to your bare legs.

“You let me in,” he said standing himself.

“I thought you were Liv,” you folded your arms to hide your nipples that were free under your sleep top.

“I think we should talk about earlier,” he ignored you, changing the topic as he stepped closer.

“Or we could not,” you refused. He looked you over and stepped closer again until he was so close you had to look up at him.

“Okay, we don’t need to talk,” he said putting his hand on your cheek. You wanted to say something, anything but you had no words again under his gaze. You only nodded like a fool. He leaned into you for a second time that night, your breathing slowed as he got closer and your eyes fluttered closed. Any fight in your body disappeared as his lips touched yours.

The kiss escalated quicker this time, your hands were immediately around his neck and his on your body, pulling you closer. He scrunched the fabric of your t-shirt in his hand and you took the intuitive and pulled it off your body. He stepped back and looked at you in only your panties stood before him. He licked his lips and stepped to you again, holding your face in his hand as he kissed you deeply.

In between kisses, your bodies fell to your bed with him above you. He kissed down your neck and over your boobs, taking your nipple in his mouth. You purred as his tongue swirled around the nub. You pulled on his shirt and he let you take it off so you could run your hands along his broad muscular back. He traded his lips for his fingers on your nipple and came back to your lips to kiss you again. You kissed him back, your tongue roaming his mouth as your hands dipped into his shorts. You wrapped your hand around his cock and he moaned into your mouth. You stroked him in your hand while he started to kiss and nip at your neck.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he cooed in your ear and moved his hands down along your sides, hooking his fingers into your panties and pulling them down as he moved down your body.

You watched as he made his way down between your thighs. He placed his pillow lips against your inner thighs and you had to take deep breaths to calm down. He looked so good in the gentle moonlight that entered your room. The sight of him alone was turning you on. He continued his kisses up your thighs until he was to where you needed him. He took his time, gentle sliding his fingers between your folds before licking up your pussy. You put your hand over your mouth to stop the moans slipping past your lips as he picked up the pace of his tongue on you. He reached up and grabbed your hand, pulling it off your mouth and looking up at you from where he was sucking your clit between his perfect lips. His eyes mischievous and alluring as the sounds of pleasure spilled from your mouth. He pulled you by the thighs deeper into his mouth and drove you ecstasy on his tongue. You wanted to be quiet for spite, not to give him the pleasure that you were a whimpering mess for him but you couldn’t. The way he was made you feel as you came on his tongue was unlike anything you’d felt in an egregious amount of time.

“Still think I’m bad in bed?” He asked you after making his way back up your body and kissing you again.

“I mean, you could do better,” you taunted him. He chuckled and kissed you again.

“Get up,” he said to you as he got off the bed. You watched him oddly as he stood beside the bed and took off his shorts. Your questions turned to mush as your eyes locked on his hard cock. “Come on,” he said, pulling your arm. You got off the bed and stood next to him. He pulled you by the arm and took you to stand in front of the floor length mirror in the room. You looked back to him behind him in confusion.

“Since you think I don’t know what I’m doing,” he started and put his hands on your body, sliding them around your shoulders, down your breast and to your belly. You turned back to the mirror and watched his hands on you.

“You’re going to watch me make you cum,” he said in your ear, sending a chill up your spin. “On your knees,” he said before you could think of anything. You followed his instruction and did as he said.

You got on your hands and knees, sliding forward on your forearms and arching your back as he knelt behind you. The anticipation of watching him fuck you sending waves down to your already soaked pussy. He stroked his cock along your core and you pushed your hips back eager for him to fuck you. You looked back at him as he teased you and he slapped your ass hard.

“I said you have to watch,” he warned you and you turned your head back to your reflection in the mirror. You saw a smirk spread on his face as he rubbed your ass and slapped it again. You gasped at the sting but before it could fade he slipped into your pussy to the hilt. You scratched the floor at the stretch and your head dropped. He put his hand around your neck and pulled your head up so you were forced to watch as he fucked you hard from behind. You didn’t have time to adjust as he continued stretch and fuck you with his cock.

“Oh fuck,” you loudly cursed as he hit a point in your body that felt sinfully good. You eyes shut at the pleasure but he slapped your ass again, forcing them open and forcing you to look at him. You didn’t need to watch, he was right, he knew what he was doing. You didn’t need anymore proof but watching him fuck you, watching him bring his big hand down on your ass, watching the way his face contorted in pleasure when you squeezed around him was exhilarating.

You started to tell him you felt close, that you were going to cum for him but you didn’t even get the words out as you shuddered around his cock, panting as your head fell onto your hands.

He slowed his pace a bit before sliding out of you and turning you on your back. You looked up at him with glass eyes.

“You were right,” you confessed. He smiled and kissed you again, hooking his hand under you thigh and sliding into you once more. You gasped as he entered you, holding on to his body and he fucked you slower this time, giving you time to relish in the feeling of him deep inside of you.

You both came together the last time, both exhausted as you laid on the floor.

“At least I can sleep tonight,” you smiled looking across at him catching his breath. He chuckled and got up. He reached out his hand to help you up as well. You did actually sleep through the night, with Trent beside you in your bed rather than keeping you awake from beyond the wall.

The following morning you left Trent in your bed and went for breakfast alone. When you got there Liv was in the kitchen. She gave you a look with a big smirk on her face. You rolled your eyes and walked past her to the fridge where you pulled out your watermelon.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?” She prodded.

“Nothing happened,” you shot her down.

“Oh come on! I saw y’all, tell me, tell me, tell me,” she pressed as you sliced the fruit.

“Nothing you saw nothing,” you persisted. She was the one now rolling her eyes.

“Y/n, I’m begging please tell me,” she continued to plead. You ignored her and continued to slice your fruit.

“I’ll ask Tyler to ask Trent if you don’t tell me,” she warned. You looked at her in disbelief and sighed. There was no way Trent would keep his mouth shut with his brothers and Tyler would tell Liv anything so you were trapped.

“Fine,” you grumbled and put the fruit back in the fridge, taking your plate of slices to sit at the kitchen bar stools.

“Yay!,” She clapped and waited for you to expand on what she saw.

“We were talking and I don’t know one thing let to another and we kissed,” you quickly explained, biting a watermelon slice.

“Ooooo! So do you like him?” She questioned. You rolled your eyes and denied her.

“No…it was just a kiss,” you sugar coated your night with Trent. You did way more than kiss but you weren’t going to tell her that. You hadn’t even really come to terms yourself on what happened. Liv started to prod more when Trent came out, greeted you both and took a seat next to you.

“Morning,” you said to him, not looking up from your plate. He took a slice of fruit off your plate and your head snapped up to chastise him.

“Relax,” he said, placing his free hand on the back of your neck. He bit a piece and gestured it back to you, “Wanna share?” He asked with a raised brow and a smirk. You rolled your eyes and shook your head no. He ate the rest and got off the chair.

“I gotta go get ready for gym,” he stood and put both his hands on your shoulders. “I’ll see you later,” he said with a kiss to your cheek before walking off. You were left sat there with your jaw slack in disbelief that he really just did that in front of Liv.

“Just a kiss huh?” She smirked before you. You looked up to her in shame.

“Maybe it was a bit more than a kiss,” you confessed and sighed. She chuckled and leaned on the counter waiting for you to confess the whole truth. You took another bite of your fruit and a deep breath before confessing your sins to your unrelenting cousin.

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Can you do Spiderman Miles Morales x Femboy reader?

More casual then actually focusing on the femboy part but oh well

Warnings: implied homophobia, ooc, kinda mean reader

word count: 1k

Miles and (Y/n): the duo that everyone knew about. Friends since the beginning of highschool. Everyone knew that there was something more between them, yet every time it was mentioned it was shut down by one of the two. Whether it was playful teasing or mentions of past flirting, neither boys would ever admit to it.

Yet everyone knew not to mess with either of them, especially in front of the other. It was simply known as their high school's curse. Where if one person flirted with one of the two boys, bad luck will follow them for the rest of the school year. Despite the obviousness of it being forced, no one can prove that it was the duo doing it.

It all started with a simple bet. Two basketball players betting on who can pull more dudes. The easiest target? The femboy, of course. Each player would flirt with him endlessly. Something as simple as holding his bag to cornering him at his locker. It was all going well until it happened in front of Miles.

It was an honest mistake, really, you were walking out of your classroom when one of the players came up to you. You were on your way to your locker where you would meet Miles and then hangout after school, like you two always did. Except this time, you were intersected.

The player stood in front of you with a cheeky smile. He looked down at you, “Can I hold your bag?” Before you could answer he had already grabbed it, walking in the direction of your destination. How did he know where you were going? You have no idea.

You quickly followed him, falling behind by a step or two. “Um-Thanks. That was really thoughtful of you.”

He smiled and laughed. Looking back at his friend who was staring in anger as he walked by. “It’s no big deal!” You two have already made it to your locker. You opened it and he put your bag inside of it. “It’s what any gentleman would do.”

You gave a polite smile, which quickly faded after he got slammed into the lockers next to you. The whole hallway went silent and you stared in horror. There stood Miles above the player, looking down at him with pure disdain.

“Well he already has a gentleman to do that for him,” Miles spat. Kicking the player out of the way before he could run. “So you and your buddy can quit the act.”

The player scurried to his feet, looking between the both of you before running away. The hallway was filled with whispers and murmur before turning back to normal.

Miles leaned against the lockers while he watched you put on some lip gloss. His eyes lingering on your lips that turned into a smile. He watched as you looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “What?”

“Nothing,” you hummed. Giggling as you grabbed your stuff and pulled his hand. “Just relishing in the fact you're jealous. That's all.”

Miles scoffed, looking down at your guys hands before looking back up. “I know what you’re doing.”

“And what am I doing?” You stared at him, a certain gleam in your eye. He was about to respond before you took off down the street. “Wait! There's a cat cafe!”

Everyday after that something bad would happen to the players. Either they would trip or mess up in a game, and some students would report seeing Miles nearby but there wasn’t any correlation…

That was the beginning, just a simple joke. It wasn’t until it was your turn did it become the curse.

You were sitting on the bleachers inside the school gym. Watching as Miles and his friend played basketball at lunch. At the same time, you were chewing gum and fixing your makeup.

Two girls were sitting a couple rows below you. Giggling and whispering as they watched the game. It wouldn’t have mattered if it wasn’t for one of them mentioning Miles. At that, you slammed down your compact mirror which drew the attention of those two girls.

They looked up at you with a puzzled look. You just give them a smile. Once they turned around you rolled your eyes and popped your gum as loud as you could. One of the girls finally got mad and stood up. She turned around and looked you up and down.

Raising an eyebrow she asked, “What is your problem?”

“Nothing” you sang.

“Listen. We all know you and Miles are close and all but he wouldn’t go out with a skirt wearing freak like you.” She yelled, gaining the attention of all the students around you three. Her friend whispered to her to stop it.

With a quick glance up and down her outfit, you bursted out laughing. Making the girl even more angry and the students around you confused. You fakes whipped a tear away from your eye before leaning down. “Listen. I’m not the skirt wearing freak around here when you’re here. If I wanted your opinion then I would have asked for it. You could ask him out all you want, it won’t happen though.”

Mouth wide open she looked back at him. She finally had enough when she saw the smile on his face. She grabbed her stuff and dragged her friend out of there. Groaning about your attitude or something.

The game quickly continued but Miles didn’t care. He made his way up towards you and sat next to you. He grabbed your gatorade and took a drink of it. “That was hot,” he said in between sips.

You raised your eyebrow at this. “Really? That was actually really mean of me…”

“Maybe,” he looked at you. “But it's still really hot. Although, don’t suggest asking me out to other people, prettyboy.”

You both laugh at these memories from time to time. Watching how all four of them still struggle everyday. Gaining more bad luck then if they were to walk under a ladder. Truly, making it the school’s curse.

#x male reader #x male y/n #x reader #fem boy reader #spiderman x reader #across the spiderverse #atsv x male reader #atsv x reader #miles x male reader #miles morales x male reader #miles morales x reader #miles x femboy reader #venuscrashed

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Mikaelson Ball (Klaus)

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

Summary: You attend the Mikaelson Ball, but not with who you expected.

Warnings: Angst (You Know I Have To Slip It In There), Fluffy Ending, Typical Mischievous Kol, Slight Caroline Slander, Klaus Being Idiotic. Let Me Know If I Forgot Something

Word Count: 3.4k (My longest one yet!)

A/N: Hey guys! This has been sitting in my drafts for a while now and I thought it was about time I shared it with you all. Obviously, this was inspired by the iconic Mikaelson Ball episode, Dangerous Liaisons, and I had a lot of fun writing this one shot. As always, thank you all so much for reading! I truly appreciate it and I hope you all enjoy! Feel free leave a comment or submit a travel request. Have a wonderful day!

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Despondently, you stand on the balcony of the Mikaelson residence, looking out at the lightly illuminated forest before you. Morosely sipping on the champagne in your hand, you wonder how you had gotten to feel so foolish this evening. Had you read too much into the flirtatious rapport you and Klaus maintained?

When he invited you to his family’s ball, you thought it was his way of finally asking you on a date after months spent charming you, but you are beginning to see that was an erroneous assumption. The Mikaelson had not spared one glance at you all evening, instead devoting all of his attention to a young blonde you now have an unfair disdain for.

While there is clearly a significant class distinction between you and his family, was it preposterous to assume that the continual late-night visits and luxurious gifts he bestowed you with symbolized more than the bonding between friends? Perhaps it truly is just custom to the upper echelon. Finishing off your glass, you contemplate if you should just go home early and save yourself from any further embarrassment.

“Not much of a party person are you, darling?”

You spin around, startled by the sudden intrusion– hand clutching at your chest, willing your frantically beating heart to calm. “You scared me,” you announce to the interloper, relief filling you as you take in the sight of a handsome brunet– his dark eyes alight with mischief. The corners of his lips lift into a wicked grin, sending a rush of excitement to your abdomen. “My apologies,” he states, kissing the knuckles of your hand, “I don’t believe we’ve met. Kol Mikaelson.”

Your eyes widen at the revelation of his name, recognizing him to be one of Klaus’s many siblings. “Might I add, you look radiant tonight,” the Mikaelson continues with a charismatic smile, his eyes devouring every inch of your body. A light blush paints your cheeks. At least someone noticed.

“Thank you. I see you’re just as charming as your brother.”

The brunet frowns at your statement and you realize he must not know the connection. “I’m Y/N, Klaus’s friend,” you introduce yourself– the word tugging at the seams of your heart. You despise how reckless you were, taking the hybrid’s flirty nature to heart, especially now seeing how flirtatious his brother is. It is clearly within the nature of the family to be so winsome and you fell for it, developing feelings that will be nearly impossible to get over. Your propensity to fall in love too easily has yet again damned you to heavy heartache.

“Ah, so you’re the pretty little thing that has captured my brother’s attention,” Kol acknowledges, causing a bitter chuckle to fall from your lips.

“No, I am afraid that position belongs to someone else,” you inform the younger Mikaelson, his brows drawing in confusion. You don’t allow him much time to ponder as you begin moving towards the inside of the manor, announcing your departure as you have opted not to torture yourself any longer.

“Wait,” the vampire stops you, grabbing at your wrist, “Stay. At least allow me a dance.”

You contemplate his offer, not wanting to linger around the manor any longer, but also having dedicated so much time to prep yourself for the ball, it would be a shame to let most of that effort go to waste. Besides, when is the next time you would have the opportunity to attend such a glamorous event? Reluctantly, you agree to Kol’s proposal, emphasizing you were staying for a singular dance.

The Mikaelson smiles devilishly at you, “Perfect.” He offers out his arm and you accept it, allowing him to lead you into the grand room where he tells you to wait for him at the bottom of the steps.

A voice rings out from the stairs you just descended, garnering the attention of Mikaelsons’ guests. You watch the family gather on the beautifully decorated stairway, awed by their beauty. Each member had their own unique allure that demanded your attention– none more so than that of Niklaus Mikaelson. The suit– perfectly tailored to accentuate his physical build– was a sharp contrast to the typical Henley and jeans you see the Mikaelson wear. His mussed curls were brushed back highlighting the delicate beauty of his face. His physicality combined with the effortless, smug way he carried himself had you wanting to swoon. Your envy of the blonde deepens as your heart aches, longing for nothing more than to be by his side.

As if feeling your desire, for the first time this evening, Klaus’s gaze flits to yours and the hybrid is left mystified. He always thought you a true beauty, but to see it accentuated so magnificently left him speechless. His eyes linger, longer than he intended as he takes in the sight of you, hoping to burn the image in his mind. Pride swells in his chest as he takes note of the silver pendant dangling from your neck– the one he gave you a week ago. One of his most valued treasures.

You feel vulnerable under the intensity of his gaze, tearing your eyes away as the emotion swarming in you becomes too much to handle. You find Kol whose gaze is already waiting for you. He sends you a perilous wink, provoking his older brother’s ill temper.

“Welcome. Thank you for joining us,” the Mikaelson sibling announces to his guests for the evening, commanding the grand room.

“You know, whenever my mother brings our family together like this, it’s tradition for us to commence the evening with a dance.”

Unknowingly, your eyes drift back to Klaus, watching as he stands with his family in all of his grandeur. Visibly distinct from his siblings as his neck is adorned in white rather than the typical black bowtie of his siblings– a symbol of just how exceptional he is.

"Tonight's pick is a centuries-old waltz, so if all of you could please find yourselves a partner, please join us in the ballroom."

The room erupts with excited chatter as you stifle a groan. Your luck would have it that the one dance you agree to is a centuries-old waltz you have never performed before. Is it not bad enough that you have to deal with the self-humiliation of misreading all of Klaus’s advances, but now you will have to face an additional layer of public humiliation?

Kol is quick to meet you at the bottom of the stairs, as promised, holding his arm out for you. Reluctantly, you wrap your arm around his, confessing your inexperience as he leads you into the grandiose ballroom, lining up with the other dancers. “Don’t worry, darling. Follow my lead and you will be fine,” he reassures, smiling down at you with that devilish grin– oddly bringing you comfort.

The gentle strumming of a guitar begins as the two of you walk forward in time with the music– hands crossed in front of each other’s. Following Kol’s lead, you take another step forward, turning to face the line opposite of you. Sneaking a glance at the Mikaelson you love, you are alarmed by the animosity in his leer. You instinctively draw yourself closer to the younger Mikaelson as if his presence could protect you from Klaus’s enmity. Curious by your sudden action, Kol follows your gaze, finding the malevolent glare of his older brother– a devious grin plastering his face.

Due to the irksome rule his mother set in place of keeping peace with the people of Mystic Falls, Kol has been forced to find his amusement in other ways, like using his brother’s new plaything to make the hybrid jealous. His goal is to see how long his brother will allow him to seduce you before he snaps and causes a scene. He knows he’s playing a dangerous game, but Kol has always been enticed by danger.

A gasp escapes your lips as you are unexpectedly spun by the brunet– unprepared for the sudden movement. “Relax, darling,” Kol whispers in your ear, taking note of how stiff you are. You breathe deeply, letting the breath settle all of your nerves as you slowly give your trust over to the vampire. As instructed, you follow Kol’s lead allowing him to waltz you in a circle, traveling around the ballroom. You are quick to realize that the steps of the waltz are quite repetitive and, after a while, take no effort for you to enact. All the while, whispers of jokes and compliments have you truly relax in the Mikaelson’s arms as you giggle at his antics.

From across the room, Klaus surveys the two of you lividly. The one thing he asked of his siblings tonight was to leave you alone, and yet, there his brother was twirling you around the ballroom. He knows Kol is doing this to anger him, but he can’t help satisfying his brother’s childish urge to incense him when he watches how close the two of you are becoming. That same dazzling smile you greet him with every night is now being given to his infernal younger brother. That captivating laugh that softened the hardest parts of him was now in response to his pestilent younger brother. Those decadent curves he’s been waiting to run his hands over were now being held by his soon-to-be-dead younger brother. The hybrid begrudgingly tears his eyes away from the scene, knowing that if he does not distract himself soon, a spectacle will be made. So, he returns his attention to the blonde vampire in his arms and continues to charm her as all part of his master plan.

As you continue the steps, Kol leans in to whisper in your ear once more. Instead of the humorous observation you were expecting, he tells you, “This is the part where I leave you.”

You are not allowed time to react before you are spun out of the vampire’s arms into those of another Mikaelson sibling. As soon as the older Mikaelson’s arm wraps around you, you continue the repetitive steps, traveling in the opposite direction.

“You must be Y/N,” he speaks and you provide a nod of confirmation. “And you are?” you ask of the vampire– unsure of which Mikaelson brother you are speaking with now.

“Forgive me. I assumed with how special you are to Niklaus he would have informed you about the rest of his family. I am Elijah.”

An uncontained scoff exits your lips and the Original questions his previous statement, “Did I say something wrong?”

“It’s just that you’re the second sibling to say that to me, and yet, Klaus has not spoken to me all night.”

Elijah’s lips purse at the statement– curious as to why his brother neglected you when he made it very clear you were to remain off limits due to your status in his life. He is even more perplexed when he takes note of the pendant on your neck– a highly valuable item his brother accrued. Klaus swore that pendant would only grace the neck of the woman he deemed exemplary enough to wear it.

Nothing else of substance is exchanged between you and Elijah and the dance soon draws to an end. Bowing as you depart, Kol is by your side in an instant– arm being placed delicately on your shoulder.

“You are playing a dangerous game, Kol,” Elijah forewarns his younger brother, doing nothing to dissuade the mischievous Mikaelson.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, brother. I’m just keeping Y/N company.”

Kol takes your arm, leading you away from his sibling and the rest of the ball. Unseen by you as you walk towards the front of the manor, Kol passes by the infuriated hybrid, taunting him with a wink. The seemingly trivial action pushes Klaus over the edge, having him lurch toward his treacherous brother– ready to tear out his liver. Fortunately for the younger Mikaelson, Finn had already anticipated his ill-tempered brother’s reaction and put a stop to any harm that would be done to Kol.

“You didn’t have to walk me to my car, Kol. Thank you,” you state to the vampire once you reach the old Camry that has been with you since your high school graduation.

“Mother would be furious if she found out I let a lady walk to her car alone.”

You smile up at the Mikaelson brother who kept you company for the duration of your evening. Thankful to him for unknowingly saving you from your own humiliation, you give the brunet a quick peck on the cheek, sending a streak of envy through the lurking hybrid waiting to have a moment alone with you.

“Well, tell your mother she throws a lovely ball. And thank you for the dance, it turned out to be quite nice.”

The two of you part ways– Kol leaving a final kiss on your knuckles. You rummage through the small purse you brought with you, looking for your keys, when a new voice calls out to you– one you ironically dread to hear.

“Leaving so soon? And without a goodbye.”

You turn to face Klaus, a dashing smile on his face, eyes shining with innocence as if he had done nothing wrong. “Saying goodbye implies that we even said hello in the first place,” you tell the hybrid rather bitterly, returning your attention to the retrieval of your keys.

“You’re mad at me,” he informs you as if you couldn’t figure out your own emotions. You don’t dignify him with a response, grabbing your keys and attempting to get in your car. “Come on, love. Talk to me,” Klaus pushes, further stoking your irritation with him.

“Oh, you mean like how you talked to me this evening after you were the one who invited me. Forgive me if I’m not overjoyed to see you after having been ignored,” you hiss at the Mikaelson. While you are aware you can’t fault him for your own romantic presumption, you can be angry that he invited you to an event and refused to speak. Klaus’s nostrils flare. How dare you be angry with him after you spent the evening romancing with his brother.

“Well, maybe if you weren’t so preoccupied fawning over my brother, I would have had the opportunity.” A humorless laugh leaves your lips.

“Me? Fawning? If anyone was doing any fawning tonight, it would be you with your pretty blonde date. Kol was there keeping me company while you were off galavanting with her, so don’t even try to make me out to be the villain. The only reason I even came here tonight was because you invited me. Had I known I was gonna end up being pawned off to your brother I would have stayed home! I thought this was a date, Klaus. I thought you were inviting me to be your date to the ball. Clearly, I was mistaken, so you do not get to play the victim here.”

Klaus does nothing but stare– the two of you too furious to have a productive conversation. You shake your head in incredulity at his behavior, having nothing left to say, and get into your car. How dare he be angry with you? And for what, dancing with his brother? He certainly lacked any intention of dancing with you himself. What did he expect? For you to show up and decorate the walls with your presence. The audacity of that man. You continue your rage as you drive back to your home, only relaxing once you feel the stream of hot water on your skin.

You exit your bathroom, towel wrapped tightly around your body as you shiver from the sharp temperature change. The warmth that encased you from your steamy shower becoming replaced by the chilly air of your drafty bedroom. You look towards your open bedroom window as a gust of cold air breezes by you– eyes rolling in annoyance. Typically, you leave your window open so Klaus can come in for his nightly visits, but you are in no mood to speak to the infuriating hybrid. You doubt he’ll be dropping by this evening anyway.

“Was that meant to keep me out, love?”

A frightened gasp escapes you as you quickly turn around, meeting a pair of familiar blue eyes. “You know, just because you’re a vampire and can move in silence, doesn’t mean you have to,” you scold the hybrid standing in your bedroom– back in his typical Henley and jeans. Your hand rests over your heart, willing it to recover from the scare.

He chuckles, amused by the oblivion of humans, “Ah, mortals. I forget how frightful you lot can be.” You roll your eyes at the Mikaelson, ignoring his apathetic statement. “What do you want, Klaus,” you harshly demand, tugging the towel closer to your body. He sighs, annoyed by your loitering emotions, “We’re still angry I see.”

“I am really not in the mood for this, so if you could kindly leave my house, that would be greatly appreciated.”

You turn your back on the hybrid, moving toward your dresser, hoping that he will be gone by the time you turn back around.

“I came here to apologize, love,” the Mikaelson admits, stilling your movements. If there was one thing you learned about Niklaus Mikaelson through all of the stories he shared, it was that he NEVER apologizes. “What,” you question, turning to face the hybrid, uncertain you heard him correctly.

“I’ve recently had a bit of a heart-to-heart and I realize that you are right.”

You sink to the foot of your bed– your brain having trouble processing the information it is being presented. “Okay,” you breathe, unsure of what else to say.

“I fancy you, Y/N.”

“Then why-”

“Caroline is just a mere distraction,” Klaus responds, having anticipated your next question, “You don’t live to be a thousand years old without acquiring a few enemies over the years. If anyone were to discover my feelings for you, they would use you as leverage. By devoting my attention to Caroline, she becomes the target while you remain safe. She means absolutely nothing to me.”

Silence hovers between the two of you as you analyze the gravity of this new information. All those nights you spent exchanging stories and laughing until sunrise were just as equally treasured by Klaus as by you. The flowers, the drawings, the jewelry, the little moments of silence, and the shared moments of vulnerability all were valued, all were cherished just as fondly. Your bond with the Original Hybrid had not been imagined, had not been one-sided. A smile graces your lips at this revelation. He cared for you– enough to put someone else’s life at risk. To parade around feigning love for someone so that you remained unharmed. Not only did that seem unfair to the girl, Caroline, but ironically idiotic for one of the most intelligent men you knew.

“Klaus, this has to be one of the stupidest things you have ever done,” you chuckle at the hybrid’s plan, “Rather than just confess your feelings for me, you opt to pretend to be in love with someone else so that I’m safe? You couldn’t have thought that would work.”

He frowns at your laughter– not expecting the conversation to go this way. In fact, this whole evening went rather unexpectedly for the Mikaelson. He had envisioned how the night was supposed to go, all everyone had to do was act accordingly. Now he is beginning to see not everyone is a pawn he can so easily move around.

“Yes, well, I had your safety in mind. The details were irrelevant.”

Your laughter echoes around the confines of your bedroom amused by his poor plan conceptualization. Klaus would be irritated by your laughter had it not become something he is obsessed with. And while you may think of his plan as silly and moronic, he knows how successful it was at keeping you safe, and that is all that mattered to him.

“I’m glad that you’re amused, love. May I be forgiven now?”

You smile up at Klaus unable to resist the charm of that smile. Walking towards the hybrid– the man that you adore– you bring your lips to his, finally fulfilling all of your fantasies. “I’ll consider that a yes,” the Mikaelson chuckles as you break away from the long-anticipated kiss.

"Put me through that again and I'll ram a stake so far up your-"

"Noted, love."

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McDuck Family Members Most Likely to Start Sh*t at Thanksgiving Dinner

Ah Thanksgiving. The holiday celebrated on the 4th Thursday of November (in America that is), one with food, family, and celebrating what we’re thankful for! (Wanna feel bad? Learn about the holiday’s origins!)

And no family is quite as big as the found family from DuckTales; so arguments are bound to happen at a dinner table filled with so many zany characters with interesting pasts and quirks. Let’s honor those who would throw the first punch at a family dinner, shall we?

Bentina Beakley

I wanna cut Beakley some slack. She most likely had a long day before dinner even started what with all the preparations she did for dinner. Not just cooking for 20+ family members plus other side/recurring characters but also the cleaning and presentation

But let’s face it. This woman can be so condescending at times. And judgmental. You just know if someone is showing up to dinner wearing jeans and sweater she’d have something to say about it. And she strikes me as someone who would slam the dishes while cleaning them only for someone to say, “Hey Beakley do you need help with the dishes?” and then she’d be like “No. It’s fine. I got them”

But it’s not fine. Go help her with the dishes. She deserves a break

Dewey Duck

When I was first thinking about this list I originally thought “No way any of the triplets would start anything on Thanksgiving” Huey is a good boy and Louie would definitely take it easy on a day where you’re legally allowed to sit around, be lazy, and eat food. But then I remembered Dewey and how much of a diva he can be

We know Dewey is an entertainer and with everyone coming to dinner, he has a huge “captive” audience that he can perform for. Whether it be an original Thanksgiving song, a one man Dewey show about the first Thanksgiving, a sonnet about a bonnet, or a very special Thanksgiving episode of Dewey Dew-Night; that kid will want all the attention in him. And the very second the spotlight is taken off, oh boy…

Gladstone Gander

Look at this prick. Don’t you wanna slap his face!?!Anyway I love Gladstone Gander, but he’s the kind of family member that just would go on and on about himself and bring every conversation back to him again and how great his life is

That’s great Gladstone. Happy for you, the rest of us have to pay for our sushi but cool. Glad your good luck is really paying off, jerk

But honestly. It’s his tone. It’s the kind of tone that gives off that he knows he’s starting shit but won’t admit it

Goldie O’Gilt

I mean, it’s Goldie. What else can I say?

Gandra Dee

Oh man. There’s so many different ways controversy would start with this morally gray ex-FOWL agent and I’m here for it. Let’s face it, out of all the characters present, Gandra Dee would most likely be the one to bring up the holiday’s horrible origins. If anyone is making it their duty to make a rich white family uncomfortable on Thanksgiving, it’s Gandra Dee

She’d get political and even directly ask Scrooge who exactly he voted for in the past two Presidential elections (he claims to be progressive, but he’s still the richest duck in the world. Just how many tax cuts is this man getting to keep that status?)

Oh and what about the treatment of her overwork and underpaid boyfriend? Why is he still working in the bathroom?

Oddly enough, I can see her and Scrooge bonding over a mutual disdain for Gladstone Gander. What a prick

Kit Cloudkicker

It’s not that exactly what Kit does that’ll start a fight, but what he doesn’t do.

Kit is the kinda guy that was supposed to bring a dessert but totally forgot to pick something up from the bakery so instead he’s stopping at the gas station on the way to dinner to pick up some Twinkies

Kit is the kinda guy that would “take a walk” before dinner and not do anything to hide the scent and now all the kids are wondering how a skunk got inside

Gyro Gearloose

It’s Gyro. Something is bound to piss him off at some point

Doofus Drake

I am so tired of the fandom not including Doofus in this found family (Louie and him made up and are friends now and BOYD is his brother, sorry it’s canon) so he’s here on the list

But he’s still a new addition to this family. And a weirdo and a rich brat with a lot of issues that someone should seriously help him with. He’s gonna make everyone uncomfortable. Is it intentional? Or is he just being Doofus? Who knows

What I do know is this, don’t eat the dish he brought.

Della, Donald, and Scrooge!

The original three!

These three are responsible for splitting up the family in the first place so it’s no surprise that they’re number one on this list!!

Yes they’ve squashed their beef with one another and moved past the Spear of Selene, but they are still themselves

The ones most likely to start shit over the dumbest things

These three are going to be bickering over who should carve the turkey. And the argument will be so loud and hectic that no one will question why a bunch of birds are eating a turkey

Anyway, hope you enjoyed this list. It wasn’t meant to slander any characters, just did it for fun. Happy Thursday everyone.

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Rise my king.

Welp, that was a good writing, well, its not that big because i'm still thinking about what more i can add to the storie.

Warnings: mentions about killing, mentions about wounds, dom reader, kinda sub bakugou?, Reader is an Goddess, SMUUT, not really explicit smut but really simbolyc,

english is not my first language so i'm sorry for any mistake

Minors do not Interact.

Have a good time ☕✨

Darkness.

It was the only thing he could see ahead, the metallic taste of blood was flooding on his mouth, the excruciating pain on his back that burned with every little movement, The screams and howls of the crowd arround him filled his eardrums, he could hear the cries of dispair of the people, HIS people was being tortured and killed by those that call themselfs "the purifiers" commanded by who they called "Dabi" who was the first-born of the king Enji Todoroki, Prince Toya

The darkness seemed to be closing in on him, suffocating him with its weight. He knew that he had to keep moving forward, to keep fighting for his people, but the pain was too much to bear. As he stumbled through the darkness, he could feel his strength fading away. But then, a glimmer of light appeared in the distance, and he knew that he had to conquer it. With every ounce of strength left in him, he pushed himself forward, determined to reach the light and find a way to save his people from the purifiers' grasp.

As he reaches for the light and held onto it with all his might, he experienced a sudden disappearance of all pain and a cessation of every scream, howl, and cry. When he opened his eyes once more, he was certain that he saw Macha, the goddess of wisdom, war, and death, shining in all her divine glory right before him.

He was dead, for sure.

As he surveyed his surroundings, he came to the realization that he had transcended the mortal realm. He found himself in a place that exceeded his wildest dreams, lying on a bed adorned with the finest silk he could fathom. This was a place that he had only heard of in tales and legends. The atmosphere was filled with a sense of tranquility and peace, and he felt a warmth that was entirely new to him. The skies were ablaze with the most stunning and vibrant northern lights. He glanced back at Macha, who was still cradling his head in her lap, and he knew that she had brought him to this place.

The goddess whispered praises and words sweetly to her beloved barbarian, Katsuki, as she caressed his ash blonde hair, expressing how long she had been eagerly anticipating his arrival." Your disdain for those repulsive individuals is palpable, and I am aware that you, my beloved, seek retribution. And because I cherish my creation deeply, I will bestow upon you a small present." said the divinty as she smiled sweetly to Katsuki

Katsuki was about to utter her name when she cut him off to reveal her true name, which she reserved for him alone. As he spoke her name, it flowed effortlessly from his lips, earning her praise. She urged him to rise and accept her gift, taking hold of his hands and reciting an ancient language. Suddenly, he felt a fiery sensation as rune tattoos materialized on his arms and hands, imbuing him with a newfound strength unlike anything he had ever experienced before

"To receive this gift, you must make a vow to me, my beloved, that you will remain faithful solely to me and I will do the same for you. We will stay together until the end of time, and my love for you will never falter. You must also promise to give your eternal love exclusively to me." He nodded in agreement to her demands, but appended a condition to the agreement. "You'll be accompanying me on the earthly plane, won't you?"

She declared that she would fulfill any wish of her king's, then proceeded to kiss him tenderly. He responded by embracing her and silently urging her to shed her golden armor, so that he could explore her body as her king, lover, and mate

As the battle-weary warrior removed her armor, her lover's eyes were drawn to the curves of her body, the softness of her skin, and the fullness of her lips. He couldn't resist the urge to touch her to feel her warmth against his skin, and to taste the sweetness of her mouth.

As they parted for air, she began to explore his neck and collarbone with her lips, leaving a trail of kisses and marks that sent shivers down his spine. He reciprocated by exploring her breasts and holding onto her hips, reveling in the feel of her body against his. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain as she bit him, marking him as hers in the tradition of the dragons. The pain quickly turned to pleasure as his body grew hot and feverish, and she exposed her own neck for him to mark.

As the temperature rose, so did the passion between them, igniting a fire that burned hotter than any battle they had ever fought. They were lost in each other, consumed by the heat of their desire, and nothing else mattered in that moment except for the two of them and the bond they shared.

The atmosphere was charged with an intense longing that had been building between them for centuries. They had tried to ignore it, but it was impossible to resist any longer. As they stood there, gazing into each other's eyes, they both knew that this was the moment they had been waiting for.

Without a word, they began to shed their clothing, each layer falling away like a barrier between them. As they stood there, naked and vulnerable, they were consumed by a raw, primal desire that left them breathless. Every touch, every caress, sent shivers down their spines, and they were lost in the heat of the moment. She ran her hands over his body, exploring every inch of him, while he traced his fingers along her curves, marveling at her beauty.

As they moved together their bodies intertwined in a dance of passion, they were transported to another world, a world where nothing else existed except for the two of them. It was a moment of pure ecstasy, a moment that they would never forget. And as they lay there, they knew that they had finally found what they had been searching For all along. They were two bodies, two souls, coming together in a moment of pure ecstasy.

The intimacy they shared was electric, and it was as if time had stood still in that moment. The vulnerability of being naked with someone else was a new feeling for him. He let her take control, as he sat there, trying to remain as silent as possible, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

He knew that any sound he made could give him away, but the pressure was mounting. Katsuki was caught off guard when the goddess demanded that he make more beautiful sounds for her. He had never been asked to do such a thing before and was unsure of what she meant. As he pondered over her request, a high pitched whine escaped his plump lips, causing him to immediately cover his mouth with both hands out of embarrassment, however, his attempt to hide his embarrassment was futile as the goddess took his hands out of his mouth and leaned down to whisper in his ear. She wanted him to moan, whine, and scream her name to the skies above, claiming him as her own. Katsuki was confused and unsure of how to proceed, but he knew that he wanted to please the goddess. He began to experiment with different sounds, trying to find the perfect combination that would satisfy her desires. As he continued to make "beautiful sounds" for her, he felt a sense of liberation and freedom, as if he was finally able to express himself in a way that he never had before, even though what he spoke had no sence in normal conversations, he moaned words like "my Goddess" or "my Love" and even "more" but he still wasn't sure why he kept screaming that, he knew his body couldn't take more.

But proved wrong as the two bodies intertwined, Katsuki's senses were heightened by the tight, warm, and slippery sensation of her cunt enveloping his member. The pleasure was so intense that his moans grew higher and whinier, his face contorted in ecstasy. The frenetic pace of their movements only added to the pleasure, until finally, the tight knot in his abdomen broke and he screamed with pleasure. Collapsing onto the bed, he felt a sense of release as he filled her womb with his seed. The intensity of his orgasm caused her to climax moments later, both of them left breathless and satisfied.

This moment was the culmination of their desire for each other, a physical manifestation of the love and passion they shared. It was a moment that would be etched in their memories forever, a moment of pure pleasure and connection. The intensity of their passion left them both breathless and satisfied, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and sweat. It was a moment of pure ecstasy, a union of two souls that transcended time and space.

The scene was one of pure happiness as the goddess and the barbarian intertwined in each other's embrace, their bodies wrapped in a passionate hug. The warmth of their love enveloped them and they lost themselves in the moment. Suddenly, the goddess pulled away and looked deeply into her lover's eyes. With a gentle smile on her lips, she whispered to him that she eagerly awaited his arrival at the Sanctuary of Cebtar her sacred temple, it was there that she would officially declare him as her husband to her people and crown him as the sole king of the dragons. She conveyed all the necessary information for him to find the temple hidden deep in the mountains, ensuring that he would not get lost on his journey As their time together came to an end, the goddess gave her lover one last kiss before uttering his name: "Wake up Katsuki"

As Katsuki slowly opened his eyes, he found himself in the center of a mysterious ring of stones. The snowflakes were falling gently from the sky, creating a serene and peaceful atmosphere. However, the air was thick with the scent of snow, fire, and blood, which made him feel uneasy. He took a deep breath and stood up, feeling the coldness of the snow beneath his feet. He knew that he had to find his beloved goddess, who was waiting for him in the Northlands, beyond the mountains. With each step he took, the snow became deeper and the wind grew stranger, but Katsuki was determined to reach his destination. He imagined his goddess waiting for him, her beauty and grace inspiring him to keep moving forward.

He knew that he had to be strong and brave for the journey ahead was treacherous and full of danger As he walked, Katsuki noticed the snow-covered landscape around him. The trees were adorned with icicles, and the snowflakes sparkled like diamonds in the sunlight, Finally, after weeks of walking, Katsuki reached the foot of the mountains. He looked up at the towering peaks seeing the temple, feeling a sense of both fear and excitement. He knew that he had to go deeper in the woods, where his goddess was waiting for him. With a deep breath he began his ascent, determined to reach his beloved and fulfill his destiny

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