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asmo-ds · 4 years

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Here’s some Asmo thirst cuz while I may not be an Asmo stan I’ve had this scenario that’s perfect for them. MC is trying to get Asmo jealous at the club by dancing with other guys/gals/whoever but he’s not biting cuz he’s doing the exact same thing. It’s a competition to see who gets jealous first!

Clubbing and Competing (Asmo x F!MC) 18+

Warnings: Smut, clubbing, drinking

Description: When MC tries to rile up Asmo by making him jealous she wasn’t expecting he’d start to try and make her jealous right back. Let the games begin.

You pressed your lips to the glass, slowly sipping the alcohol, trying your best to ignore the drunken demon hitting on you.

Your eyes drifted to the avatar of lust, Asmodeus, who had invited you to come out with him tonight but instead was ignoring you for the desperate succubi who were getting a little too handsy for your liking.

You had thought Asmodeus was finally acknowledging the feelings between you two when he’d offered to let you tag along tonight, you never would have expected he was once again ignoring you, opting to distract himself from romantic feelings with lust from random people who he’d never met.

You felt envious of the women. They were so close to Asmodeus, they had all his attention that you were supposed to have tonight.

The first succubus had bombarded you at the door, nudging you to the side so she could rub up on Asmodeus, who indulged in her antics.

“Asmo,” she whined, “you haven’t shown up here in forever, your girls miss dancing with you!” You couldn’t help the jealousy and anger that bubbled in your chest, threatening to leak out in the form of nasty words towards the succubus.

“Ah, Lucifer had forbidden me from going out, I couldn’t defy him this time because he threatened to ruin my pretty face,” he pouted.

“Oh my Diavolo, if he ruined your face I think every succubus in the Devildom would go on a rampage!” She laughed, pressing against him with lust in her eyes. “Whaddya say we dance, hun?” She asked him with a sultry tone.

You frowned as they made their way to the dance floor. You were left standing there, shocked that Asmodeus had the audacity to grind up on a succubus, knowing your eyes were on him.

So there you stood, a human in a short little black dress, lost in a sea of sweaty drunk demons who wanted nothing more than to devour you.

Fine then, you thought, I’ll make Asmo pay attention to me the old fashioned way.

Grabbed a shot, letting its burning liquid roll down your throat before you made your way to a handsome demon who had been eyeing you since the moment Asmo left your side.

“Well hello there,” he said as you walked up and began to dance with him, “Don’t you know how dangerous it is for you to be here? An itty bitty human in a sea of monsters,” he whispered in your ear to which you responded with a giggle.

“Don’t you know how much human women love the sense of danger?” you retort, smirking as you pressed up against his chest with your own.

You peered over his shoulder at Asmodeus, he looked a bit agitated with your behavior, but only returned your smirk with one of his own.

Game on, little human.

He spun the succubus he was dancing with around so her back was against his chest, hands on her hips swaying to the music.

You let out a small huff, deciding to double your pawns. You noticed the demon dancing with you was speaking to his friend who stood a foot or two away. You bit your lip and grabbed his friend, tugging him to join you both as you dance, which neither boy seemed to mind. You were sandwiched between them, One pressed up against your breasts and pelvis, while the other held your hips and grinding your backside onto him, swaying to the music.

You looked over to Asmodeus, who now was sitting at the bar, surrounded by several succubi who laughed at everything he said.

You let out a small growl, and marched towards the bar, abandoning your demon friends. Asmodeus smirked, thinking you’d had enough and was coming to steal him away from the numerous women.

When you instead avoided his group completely, going up to the bartender instead, he was left with his mouth gaping. He’d thought for sure you’d whisk him away in a fit of passion, but instead, you’d ordered a drink and taken a seat near a group of men who all looked at you with hungry eyes.

He watched as they chatted you up, you simply sitting back and drinking up the attention. You were getting too cocky, did you really forget that you were surrounded by demons?

When a demon began to whisper in your ear very sensually, Asmo felt a bit annoyed, but the last straw was watching the demon lick up from the junction of your shoulder and neck all the way to your ear before nibbling on it.

“Sorry ladies, I would love to stay and chat, but if I don’t bring the human home son, Lucifer will probably skin me alive,” he says loud enough for you to hear. He refused to listen to the girls’ protests, deciding instead to pull you out from the group of drunk demons.

“Hey! Don’t make her leave, the cutie was having fun with us,” the one who’d bitten your ear spoke up. Asmodeus looked back at him with fire in his eyes.

“Don’t touch my human.”

You’d never seen Asmodeus like this. Envy was radiating off of him as he continued to drag you out of the club.

You shivered as the cold Devildom air touched your skin. Asmodeus’s vice grip on your wrist was beginning to hurt and you let out a small whimper.

“A-Asmodeus, you’re hurting me,” he loosens his grip, looking back at you with sorry, guilty eyes.

He continued to hold your wrist gently, silent the entire walk home. You felt nervous. He’s never looked so upset before, especially towards you.

When you got back to the house, Asmodeus picked you up bridal style, to avoid Lucifer hearing your footsteps and coming to scold you both. He tip-toed all the way to his room before lightly tossing you onto his bed.

“A-Asmo?”

“You went too far.” A shiver ran down your spine as his voice was stern and deeper than usual.

“You started it, I mean you just let those succubi rub themselves all over you, with no thoughts of how it’d make me feel!” You shouted, angry that the demon was putting all of the blame on you.

“You’re a human, MC it’s different when you do it,” he shouts back, “I was fine with them grinding on you, whispering in your ear, but letting them put their mouth on you?! Why would you let them do that?! Especially such a vital spot, he could have easily eaten you then and there, MC!” You heard his voice crack and looked up to see him tearing up and biting his lip to avoid letting out cries.

“Asmo I-”

“What if I’d lost you?! You’re the only one I’ve ever cared for more than myself! I can’t lose you!”

You sit there in silence thinking over his words. He’s right, what were you thinking? Did you really put yourself in that much danger just to make Asmo jealous?

Your thoughts are interrupted by Asmodeus putting his hands on your cheeks, wiping off the tears you hadn’t even realized had fallen. So there you two were, two weeping messes holding each other.

Asmodeus looked you in the eyes, yes, you said in your head but it must have reflected in your eyes as he surged forward, capturing your lips with his own, salty human and demon tears mixing.

He pulled back, looking you in the eyes before you both connected once more in a more passionate kiss, powerful enough that you were pushed back so your back rested on his soft bed, Asmo never breaking apart from you as he crawled over you and between your legs.

His tongue rubbed your bottom lip, causing you to part them and let him suck your tongue into his mouth. You could still taste the demonus on his tongue, the taste giving you goosebumps.

His soft lips kissed the corner of your mouth, trailing down your jaw to your jugular where he began to suck and nibble on your soft skin. You let out a small whine, encouraging Asmo to keep going, so he did. He made his way to your collar bones, leaving his mark on them as well before you felt his hand slide to the hem of your dress.

“MC, is this okay?” He asks, looking you in the eyes, his rose-colored ones piercing and lustful.

“Yes, please,” you answer breathlessly. You watch Asmodeus eye the dress before he tears it open, causing you to gasp loudly.

“Asmodeus!” you scold him, to which he replies with a cheeky smile and a wink.

“Dresses are replaceable, this moment is not.” You blush at his words and suddenly feel underdressed as he stares at your body for a minute, admiring your panties and bra.

He moves you to sit up a bit before he unlatches the garment covering your breasts. You feel your nipples grow hard as they suddenly are exposed to the air. Asmo lays you back down leaning down towards one of your breasts, giving it a slow lick and causing you to moan softly. He moves his hand to capture the other one and massage it as he continues to suck, relishing in the way you arch your back, pushing up into his lips’ embrace.

“You’re so beautiful”, he whispers, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before removing his shirt and pants. You are practically drooling at the sight of his body that had been built by the heavens before he fell from grace. You slowly trace over his abs with your hands, getting off the bed and onto your knees in front of him.

Placing your fingers beneath the hem of his underwear, you take a deep breath and kiss his naval before pulling the garment down and exposing his member. You stared at it in awe, it’s head red and leaking precum, the perfect length and girth for you.

The way you hungrily eye his cock has Asmodeus panting, ready to feel your tongue caressing it and throat squeezing him.

You give a kitten lick to the tip, making Asmodeus groan. He laces his fingers in your hair as you take him into your mouth, saliva lubricating his cock as you move your head.

Swirling your tongue around his member, paying extra attention to the veins that ran down its underside.

You could taste his salty precum as you continued to bob your head, drool leaking from your mouth as you sucked him. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth and you inhaled deeply through your nose, holding your breath and looking up at him with pleading eyes.

He got your message and began to thrust into your mouth, tip repeatedly hitting the back of your throat, making you squeeze his cock and gag.

“Fuck. Your mouth feels so good around me, MC” he moans before giving one last final thrust, which he held at the back of your throat.

You felt his hot seed drip down your throat, as you looked up at him with doe eyes, lips still against his pubic bone as he held you and waited for his cum to finish spilling out of his cock.

When he pulled you off, yanking you by the hair, you were panting. You licked your lips as you stared Asmodeus in the eye, watching as he got hard again.

He lifted you up, tossing you onto the bed, making you bounce lightly before he crawled between your legs, kissing up your thighs.

You gasp as he kisses everywhere but where you need him the most.

“Look at you, getting this fucking wet from sucking my cock,” he runs a finger up your slit, making you let out a low moan and buck your hips up, desperate to be touched more.

“You tasted so good, I couldn’t help getting excited,” you respond breathlessly as he continues to nip and leave bruises on your inner thighs.

“Mmmm, now it’s my turn.” He suddenly dives his head into your pussy, sucking at the lips and circling the clit before he moves down to your tight hole. He thrusts the muscle in and out of you, making you see stars as you hear his sloppy sucking sounds from below you. You grip his hair pulling him impossibly closer to you. He groans as the pain of having his hair pulled and looks up at you with dangerous eyes. He suddenly moves his tongue to your clit, flicking, sucking, and nibbling the bundle of nerve, causing your hips to rise from the bed. He responds by placing a hand on your stomach, pushing you back down and holding you there, fingers spread to keep you in place. He uses his other hand to thrust a finger into you, a loud moan leaving your mouth as you pull his hair harder, making him groan once more, sending vibrations to your clit.

You squirm and moan uncontrollably as Asmo adds a second finger, curling up to rub you in all the right places. He adds a third and continues to thrust them in and out of you and suck your clit. You begin to tremble, legs shaking as Asmo used the hand previously on your stomach to keep your thighs from crushing his head. You begin to see stars and you arch your back as you squeeze Asmo’s fingers, your juices getting all over them.

You slowly open your eyes, peering up at Asmodeus, and you watch as he slowly licks your essence off his fingers, one by one, moaning at your taste. You blush as he does this and begin to get excited. Foreplay was over, now it’s time for the main course.

Asmodeus rolled onto his back, pulling your hips to straddle him. He sat up so you were nose to nose, both breathing heavily as he lines you up with his cock. When his cock’s head pressed against your hole you let out a small gasp, Asmodeus watching as you squeezed your eyes and your mouth hung open in a small ‘o’ shape. He began to push your hips down, tears pricking at your eyes from his size.

“Shhh, it’s okay princess, I promise the pain will go away,” he coos, watching as your pussy swallows his cock until he’s bottomed out. You both sit there panting, resting your forehead against his.

“MC,” he breathes out, making you look him in the eyes. His eyes were glossy as he looks at you with so much adoration and love. “I love you, with my entire being.”

“I love you too, Asmodeus. So much more than you’ll ever know,” you respond before rocking your hips softly, making both of you let out soft noises of pleasure.

Asmo meets your pace, thrusting up into you as you sped up. He watches your tits bounce, covered in his hickeys and bite marks.

Seeing his marks triggered something feral and possessive within him, making him flip you onto your back, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he began to thrust faster.

“Asmo, please please,” You cried, unsure of what it was you were asking for.

“Please what, princess?” He responds seductively before biting your ear.

“Please I want you to thrust your cock in me harder, please,” you sob, the need for orgasm overwhelming.

He obeys your commands, thrusting harder and faster making your moans grow in pitch and volume.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good princess,” he lightly grips your throat, your hands desperately wrapping around his wrist looking for any sort of anchorage. He squeezes lightly, “look at your pussy swallowing me, it’s sucking me back in like the little slut you are,” You moan at his dirty words, mind spinning from the lack of oxygen and the immense pleasure he gave you as his cock hit your g-spot with every thrust.

He leaned down, loosening his grip on your throat as he kissed you, all teeth and tongue, messy and passionate. He pulled out before flipping you over, face pushed down into his soft mattress as your ass was raised in the air, your hole clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled again.

His cock thrust back into you from behind, getting deeper than he was before. He grabbed your hair, yanking you back so your back arched and he had access to your neck.

He bit your neck, leaving no spot unmarked, nobody would dare to touch Asmodeus’s human ever again. You moaned, the sting of his fangs sinking into your flesh mixing with the pleasure of his cock’s head hitting your deepest spots, your mind becoming hazy and your moans slowly beginning to sound like screams of pleasure.

You could feel his cock twitch inside of you, and you knew he was just as close to coming undone as you were. The knot in your lower belly growing impossibly tight as you tried to hold it in.

“Tell me, who is making you feel this good?” He groans.

“You are!” You scream as your eyes roll into the back of your head, your moans uncontrollable and loud.

“Who do you belong to, princess?”

“Asmodeus!” You cry one last time before coming undone, your walls pulsing around his cock, causing him to finish as well, his seed shooting deep into you, your womb becoming warm with his cum.

You both sat there like that, riding out your highs as you panted, both of you attempting to come down from the haze that clouded your minds.

Slowly Asmo pulled his softening member out of your hole, watching as some of his cum came with it, slowly dripping down your thighs. You cried, feeling empty without him in you. He kissed all across your spine, whispering praises of how well you took him.

He walked away for a minute while you rolled onto your back, as it was getting uncomfortable in your previous pose. He came back with a warm damp towel, wiping you down and leaving soft kisses all over you.

He lifted you up, carrying you to his bath, setting you gently down where he could sit behind you and massage your muscles.

“Asmodeus…” You begin.

“Yes, princess?”

“Is it true what they say, y’know about cum being good for your skin and all?” He laughs loudly, his chest shaking against your back as you leaned into him.

He grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head to look him in the eyes.

“Do you wanna find out~”

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amaranthine-enihtnarama · 3 years

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Needy Little Thing.

Hello! This is my first opm fic on tumblr with my new fic account. I also have an Ao3 account of the same name if you’re interested.

content: the nasty nasty. if you don’t want to read garou thirst feel free to move along! this will have elements of dominance and submission roleplay, with a dom garou and a sub reader, along with an established romantic relationship and an itty bitty bit of a breeding kink. there will also be mildly aggressive dirty talk, and whatever else my wild ass comes up with while writing. if anything i’ve listed makes you uncomfortable then again, feel free to move along. onward to the fic!

Naturally, this is quite explicit so minors please do not read! I’ll make plenty of non-explicit content in the future that you can enjoy :)

also tagging @unclegarou since this was inspired by the ask session about garou *****%%#%%** and such and so forth 🌈

𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖒𝖞 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌? 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖒𝖞 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊!

It wasn’t like it was her fault, she truly couldn’t help herself. Long, lonely weeks of study in Spain made each day away from home increasingly unbearable, and the hot nights that she couldn’t even escape in the fresh, salty air of the beach caused her to seek refuge in the ocean through night swimming. Whenever Y/N was in the water, her senses eased under the cool embrace of the sea. She became relaxed. Comfortable. Her mind would wander as she swam, and when she returned to shore, her mind would wander to him. She thought of Garou often when she was away; she would miss him terribly to the point that it would make her heart ache. But in the moonlight, thoughts of her fiancé caused a different kind of ache. The kind that would possess her to pick up her phone, text him, and begin to take pictures on the sand.

I miss you.

Garou had caught on to the cycle quickly after her first trip years ago. He didn’t mind a little of it here and there while she was away, but he wasn’t fond of the nightly photoshoots that she sent. It would only make her distance unbearable for him and plague his mind with thoughts of her skin and her taste. Y/N knew it, too. It’s what made doing it so much more satisfying for her. Especially since she knew he wouldn’t ignore them, even though he easily could.

You think you’re cute, teasing me like this?

He would respond. He would always respond.

She giggled, sitting up excitedly. She couldn’t wait to get started, tonight was going to be much more fun than usual. The moon was full, brighter than usual, and close. It wasn’t an amazing amount of light, but it was enough.

Oh, you don’t miss me? :( Oh well, I had something special, but I guess I’ll leave you alone...

With a frown, Garou quickly sat up in bed. Something special? He couldn’t help needing to find out!

You know I can’t wait for you to come home...what’s special?

Y/N laughed a little, opening her camera. She’d gotten a waterproof phone case and the sexiest bikini imaginable for her final nightly swim in Spain. She waded back into the ocean, and once she was waist deep, she started filming. Moonlight glittered on the water around her, and lit her cheeky smile. She made sure to catch the glistening water on her skin and the water lapping at her torso. Then, after a quick glance around, she gave another playful look to the camera, moving her hair from the back of her neck, and carefully holding the tied knot of her bikini top so it was visible to the camera. She slowly pulled, undoing the knot, then stopped recording as it fell from her body.

With insatiable anticipation of what Garou would say or do, she quickly sent the video with a blatantly provoking message.

Think anyone will see?

Garou watched the video, completely transfixed. After six years of being together, he’d figured she was all out of surprises, but she knew how to keep him on his toes. He subconsciously swallowed as he watched her pull the string of her bikini top, and saw it start to give. However, when the video cut off before it really fell, he blinked, furrowed his eyebrows, then saw her text. It pressed just the button Y/N intended to press.

When you get home, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk anymore.

With desire and thrill heightening her need, she finished recording her second video and read his response as the video sent. She grinned, turning to the shore again.

Now who’s teasing, sweetheart?

***

She’d had a long night, so Y/N opted for an afternoon flight to get as much rest as possible before returning home. After all, she knew what was waiting for her the moment she walked through that door. She slept during the thirteen hour flight as well, and it was well into nighttime when she’d returned to Japan. Excitement hummed through her veins as she took the taxi home. Maybe Garou was asleep, but she knew he was up and waiting. The taxi driver helped her with her luggage, and she climbed the steps to their home before unlocking the door and bringing in her bags quietly. She at least wanted to know those were secure before Garou pounced on her.

“I’m home,” she called softly, a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth.

She kicked off her shoes, hung up her coat, and locked the door. When she turned around to head for the bedroom, Garou was in front her, looking ready to devour her. She smiled, resting against the door.

“Hey,” she greeted.

He kissed her roughly, grabbing her hips and pulling her up against him.

“You’re gonna follow my directions.”

She grinned. “Mhm.”

He already started working on undressing her, unzipping the back of her skirt and swiftly ripping it from her legs when the zipper got stuck.

“That was my favorite skirt!”

“Don’t give a shit.”

“Whatever.”

She met his lips eagerly, letting out a soft moan into his mouth, spurring him to quit fumbling with the buttons of her blouse and tear it open. Buttons clattered on the hardwood floor as Garou picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him. Garou tore the rest of the blouse open when she was secure.

“Take off your bra,” he said, tugging at the strap.

He kissed her throat and she tilted her head back, fluttering her eyes shut and reaching for her bra to unhook it. A low groan flowed out from deep in his throat, and he bared his teeth against her skin, taking in her scent and sliding his hands down from her hips to her ass. He’d missed the smell of her perfume.

“You like putting on a show, don’t you?”

She giggled. “Mhm...”

“You like putting on a show for everybody even though you’re mine? Huh? You’re that greedy?”

She couldn’t get rid of her smile to try and look apologetic. “I’m sorry, sweetie.”

“Nuh-uh, you’re not fucking sorry.”

“I’m not,” she agreed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you sorry when I’m done with you.”

“Mm,” she hummed, taking hold of the hair at the base of his neck and going for a kiss, “I hope so.”

He laughed. “You need it that bad? If you want it, you have to be good for me.”

“You know I will.”

Garou carried her to their bedroom, fingers digging into her skin as they shared scathing kiss after scathing kiss.

“I--missed you—so—much,” Y/N said between kisses, smiling against his lips.

“Missed you too,” he muttered hurriedly, lowering them both on the bed. “Now stay still.”

He pulled off her underwear and threw them to the floor, pulling her legs apart and pushing her hips up.

“Wider,” he said, kissing around her clit, “Hurry up.”

Y/N opened her legs wider, heart pounding at the familiar sensation of his breath between her legs. It’d felt like an eternity since she’d felt his lips there...and his tongue...there...

“Fuck, Garou, that’s so good...”

Her fingers dug into the duvet as her body involuntarily tensed. She let out a relieved moan as his tongue masterfully flicked her clit, and fought against her hips’ need to grind against his mouth as it enveloped her pulsing bundle of nerves in warmth and wetness. Forgetting her instruction, she reached for his hair and ran her fingers through it, making him stop and slap her hands away. His eyebrows furrowed.

“What did I tell you?”

“Sor--Sorry, I just...I’ve needed this so bad.”

He lowered her hips, straightening up, and her eyebrows creased in quiet protest. He had her sit up with a beckoning finger and grabbed her hair, tilting her head back and making her look up into his eyes.

“You think you’re the only one who’s needed something bad? All those pictures and videos you sent me, and you think you’re the only one who wants to be satisfied?”

She shook her head, silently begging for Garou to finish what he’d started with her gaze. He let out a sharp exhale, palming his dick through his sweatpants.

“You’re so lucky you taste so good. Makes me wanna be nice.”

Y/N broke into a smile, tugging at his waistband. He released her hair, pulled off his t-shirt and took off his pants, laying down on the bed.

“You know what I want.”

She nodded, opening the drawer on the right nightstand and grabbing a small bottle of lubricant. Quickly, she straddled Garou’s shoulders and backed up as per the guidance of his hands pushing her hips. She poured some lube into the palm of her hand, and gladly took hold of Garou’s cock, longing to lick the precum from its tip. Sadly, she wasn’t allowed until he instructed her to.

“Lower.”

She lowered her hips further over his face, and his tongue licking down her clit swiftly followed. Moaning as he easily returned to the level of focus and intensity he had on her before, Y/N stroked him, spreading the lubricant onto his shaft and head and biting her lip as his hands squeezed and rubbed her ass. He wasn’t taking his time as he might have on another occasion—he was purposely hitting all the right spots with his tongue and doing things with his mouth that they both knew quickly sent Y/N over the edge. He sucked and licked and let her grind her hips against his tongue as she stroked his cock harder with her other hand holding onto his knee desperately. He wanted to make her come so they could reach the main event both of them were desperately hungry for. Still, he couldn’t help but throw in some comments here and there as he undid her.

“You were thinking of this when you touched yourself for me last night, right?”

She smiled. “Uh-uh, not just for you, remember?”

He lifted one of his hands and smacked her ass cruelly, making her cry out. Garou could taste her newfound wetness on his tongue from the impact, and evilly dug his fingers into the stinging skin, causing a moan to leave her lips.

“So fuckin’ dirty,” he muttered, spanking her again.

She leaned into his hands eagerly, barely remembering to keep stroking him as her body reached a familiar plateau and her legs threatened to quake.

“Please,” she said softly, leaning her head against his leg, “Please, please—oh, fuck, please don’t—don’t...stop—!”

Y/N cried out and her body stiffened and quaked for a moment as she came, making it through an intense orgasm due to Garou’s cruel but divine tongue.

“Let me up,” he said nudging her hips.

Y/N obeyed, shakily lifting off from him and almost losing balance. Luckily, Garou’s rough hands had taken a firm hold on her waist, steadying her on her hands and knees.

“Head down, baby.”

Nodding, Y/N lowered the upper half of her body to the bed, gladly sticking her lower half up into the air for her lover.

Garou added more lube—he was a little bit on the larger side, after all.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, you and this sweet little pussy will belong to me forever.”

He circled her entrance, opened her a bit for better access, then began to press the head of his cock inside of her, eliciting a gasp. She bit her pillow as he slowly entered deeper and deeper inside of her until he couldn’t push any further. With a whimper, Y/N backed into him until she could feel his hips against her, moaning at the feeling of his slow thrust. His hands tightened around her waist as he thrusted again gently, feeling her get wetter around him.

“Oh...”

“Garou—“

She grabbed his wrist, holding onto it tightly as his hips shifted forward and backward with a careful pace that gradually became less careful and more passionate. Her grip tightened and her back arched as she let out a groan.

“Like that—please—just like that!”

“Not thinking about anybody else, are ya?”

“N-no, no one, no one—“

“Not gonna put on a show for anyone but me, are ya?”

Her eyes rolled backward as she gushed around him, closing in on another orgasm. Oh, she totally was. Her voice barely left her lips.

“I’m...sorry...”

“Uh-huh. Oh...feels like someone’s going to come.”

Her eyes quickly became alert.

“No, no, please let me come, please—I—I need it so bad—“

If only she’d seen the evil smile on her fiancé’s face.

“Don’t worry, you’re gonna come. As much as I want.”

Despite his assurance, he stopped and left the bed.

“I got you a present today since you were coming back.”

She moved to look at it.

“Stay like you were,” Garou told her, “I’m far from done with you.”

She returned to her position, waiting for him to come back to bed. She heard the sound of a box opening, piquing her curiosity, but she couldn’t disobey another direction again. His weight behind her returned to the bed, and he swiftly eased himself inside again.

“Ready for your present?”

“I...think so?”

He laughed, pressing something against her clit. It was cold, which made her gasp, but she quickly realized what he had gotten her, and further than that, how much trouble she’d gotten herself into tonight.

“You think so, huh?”

He switched it on, and Y/N was met with some of the strongest vibrations she’d ever experienced. Her stomach tensed as he pressed it harder. His hips pressed into her as he gave her solid, deep thrusts that made her squeeze around him. She could only struggle to keep her breath and gasp out his name, digging her hands into her pillow. Her orgasm was coming fast and intense, and she knew it was the first one of too many.

“Ugh, fuck, that always feels so good,” Garou muttered, leaning over to place kisses on the back of Y/N’s neck.

He turned up the intensity to the final setting, and continued kissing her as she squirmed. Their breathing was labored and ragged as she started to move her hips against him again, her body starting to give in their position despite the determined motions.

“Stop, I’ll get you more comfortable.”

He moved the vibrator away, and Y/N’s mind cleared with relief. Her body relaxed, but was weaker than before as she managed to catch her breath. Garou pulled out of her again and carefully turned her onto her side so she could rest. Her eyes languidly slid over to his, looking for a bit of mercy.

“Just...maybe...a little break?”

He chuckled. “Break? I haven’t even come yet.”

She laughed weakly, starting to become aware of the perspiration on her skin. Garou eyed her; maybe he was a little too mean this time. Wasn’t like a break would kill him.

“Want water?”

She shook her head. “Just need to breathe for a sec...”

“You’re gonna fall asleep, aren’t you?”

“No, no,” she quietly protested, eyes fluttering shut. “I’m not sleepy yet. I slept a lot on the plane.”

“Hm. Suure.”

She stilled for a moment, her breath evening out. She honestly wasn’t in the mood to sleep, although a hint of fatigue did tug at her. Garou had simply exhausted her for a moment. Letting out a sigh, she slowly turned onto her other side. Garou’s weight left the bed again, and she soon heard water rushing in the bathroom after. When the water stopped, she felt him sit back down on the bed again.

Then, she felt a cold something running down her back. Her eyes flew open in surprise and confusion, but realized what was happening as the wet towel ran over her arm and left cold water dripping across her throat as he wiped the curve of her neck. He’d always do this, usually when sex had gotten particularly intense or when she was trying to recover from the stamina he had, which resulted in multiple-round nights, usually in warmth-seeking evenings during winter. She smiled.

“You didn’t break me, Garou. I’m alive.”

“I know.”

She turned onto her back, meeting his eyes again. His gaze wandered to the engagement ring on her finger while he wiped down her chest and stomach.

He really did miss her this time.

It seemed that ever since she’d put on that ring, he liked being away from her less and less. Her excitement before the trip and the fun reunion made up for it a bit, but the absence of her in their bed at night seemed to grow heavier to him. It had confused him when it first happened, especially for a man who was quite fond of solitude, but when she came back home, he came to realize something when he became aware of just how happy he was to see her beaming smile, familiarly disheveled travel clothes and tired eyes.

He wasn’t a man of solitude anymore. In fact, he hadn’t been for a while. That wasn’t to say he was going to make a bunch of friends and have small talk with neighbors or anything, but what it did mean was simple: he wasn’t his own man anymore, nor did he live in his own world of the popular and unpopular anymore. It all seemed to have...faded from his mind a bit in the face of her love.

Their love.

Her smile.

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?’

“You wanna have a kid?”

She blinked, sitting up abruptly, tilting her head and eyeing him.

“I thought you said you wanted to wait until after we were married.”

“I don’t want to anymore.”

Her eyebrows rose, but judging from her grin, she was very pleased.

“What changed?”

He looked away for a moment, then glanced back at her. She was looking at him expectantly. He sighed quietly.

“I don’t think I’ll fuck it up anymore.”

Her eyes widened. They were quiet for a moment, holding each other’s gazes. When Y/N’s eyes grew misty Garou’s eyes widened in alarm, but then she wordlessly reached for his face and kissed him.

“...What is it?”

“I’m just...really happy.”

“That we’re gonna have a kid?”

“No, but that too,” she said, eyes shining, “I’m happy that you can finally see the Garou I do.”

Garou looked at her in astonishment, his throat tightening. Damn Y/N, always saying something sappy...

She kissed him again, closing her eyes and taking a breath when they pulled away.

“Now,” she began, a different glimmer forming in her eyes, “Get rid of that towel and get back into bed quickly. If you take too long, I’ll miss you.”

He didn’t switch back to fun mode immediately like she did, but soon he got back in it after a tiny, genuine smile and a kiss. He tossed the towel aside onto the ground.

“Don’t think you can start getting bossy.”

“I’m not bossing you around, sweetheart,” she insisted softly, moving closer and starting to cover his face in kisses, “I need you.”

“Hm. I like the sound of that.”

Y/N giggled, placing slow, long kisses on his neck. She said it lower. “I neeed you.”

His hands crept up from the bed and caressed her damp legs, tracing her hips and clutching her waist firmly.

“Tell me what you need, princess.”

She whispered her request into his ear. “I need you to fuck your cum into me.”

He eased her onto her back, opened her legs and took ahold of her wrists, holding them against the bed above her head. His grip was bruisingly tight.

“You need my cum, baby?”

She nodded, holding his gaze. “Deep.”

He pressed inside of her, taking her lips in his. Their room fell quiet, save for the sound of Garou’s body shifting and their long kisses. They only looked into each other’s eyes as their breath quietly shuddered. It was an eternity before Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut, and she moaned softly, turning her head away.

“Nuh-uh. Keep your eyes on me.”

She bit her lip, turning her head to look at him again.

“That’s it, Y/N. That’s it...”

He kissed her again. She whispered against his lips.

“Harder.”

“What?”

“I need you to fuck me harder. Please.”

He rolled his hips into her firmly, his grip on her wrists tightening. Y/N clenched her fists, tilting her head back into the pillow and nearly letting her eyes fall shut. She still managed to hold his gaze.

“Good job, Y/N.”

He felt her grow wetter. Garou swallowed a moan, pressing his forehead against hers.

“Shi--I’m getting really close--fuck--”

“Give me all of it, I need all of it, honey, I need you to fill me up--”

“I’m gonna fill ya up until we can’t keep it inside anymore.”

“Ugh, Garou!”

“We’re gonna have a family, Y/N, I’m gonna give you a family.”

“I can feel it--I...can feel it coming.”

Garou let out an intense moan and let go of Y/N’s wrists to dig his fingers into the pillow instead. One of her hands clung onto his forearm as his hips began to move faster, and his cock grew harder inside her. His release came soon after, and he crashed his hips into her as his cock grew and twitched, spilling cum inside of her. Garou panted, resting his head next to hers and kissing her temple. Y/N smiled, her cheeks glowing.

“I feel so warm,” she remarked quietly.

He sighed, pleased by the sight of a smile on her face.

“You think we’ll have more than one?”

“Oh, wow,” she said with a laugh, “Delivering twins sounds scary. Hopefully we’ll just have one.”

“Think it’ll be a boy or a girl?”

“All I care about is if they’ll be happy. That, and if they’re going to like carrot salad, because we might have to let them go.”

He scoffed, looking at her fondly. “So, a yes on happiness, and a no on carrot salad. Got it.”

“Well, if they never eat it in front of me I might still raise them.”

“You’re so ridiculous,” he said with a slight laugh, kissing her cheek.

She met his eyes, directing her smile at him. He took in her face, moving her hair to frame it.

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

She was quiet for a second--he rarely said that, he always expressed his love in non-verbal ways. He said it when they got engaged, and when they made love for the first time.

“Love you more.”

She placed a kiss on his nose, starting to feel drowsy.

“You sleepy?”

“Mhm.”

Garou moved to pull out of her, but Y/N stopped him.

“We can stay like this.”

He chuckled, but didn’t disagree. “Okay.”

#garou x f! reader #opm fic #opm writer #garou one punch man #garou fic

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wangxianficrecs · 3 years

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❤️A Flower That Blooms In Adversity

by thunderwear

M, 51k, wangxian, WIP

Summary: How many times can one learn to love again?

Or Lan Wangji stumbles his way into finding another piece of his heart.

My comments: F E E L S. I'm warning you now. Gaaaah, my heart. So Lan Wangji and his ducklings end up in a situation with a woman giving birth just as she's dying (The circumstances are tragic, and you might cry. I did.) Jingyi has not-so-quiet hysterics in the distance and Lan Sizhui and Lan Wangji do their best to help. And... Lan Wangji's parental instincts are triggered HARD, and the mother makes him promise, and then there's a cathartic talk with the very wise old great-grandma, and I'M IN LOVE. Time-wise, this appears to be shortly before wwx resurrects.

Story says 1/1 but Author says they might add on if there's interest. (Hint: There is interest.)

ETA: Eyyyy, now there are 4/8 chapters, I'm so DELIGHTED. Chapter 2 shows us some itty bitty lwj (who loves babies, and is hurting because of his dead mama), which is awesome. And then wwx returns and thinks, of course, that lwj must have a weirdly permissive wife back in Gusu, letting him take their infant on night hunts.

As a hint for what's to come, Author says, "Coming up: WWX: Wow, i can’t believe lan zhan kissed me because he misses his wife" ... so I'll just go ahead and add the oblivious wwx tag now.

Excerpt: (This story has the BEST intro ever:)

Lan Wangji didn’t typically panic, but if there was a time that panic was appropriate, it was now though, of course, he tried not to show it, even though he felt like he was doing a poor job of it, especially in the face of this young woman who was straining through labor in the dead of night surrounded only by trees, corpses, young, clueless cultivators, and Hanguang-jun, whose skills lay more with taking life than bringing it into the world.

He wished Wei Wuxian were here.

Wei Wuxian would know what to do. Both with the horrifying scene between the woman’s legs and the way she had tears leaking from the corners of her eyes as she bit her lips to keep from crying out. Though, any noise from her would have no doubt been completely drowned out by the distressed cries emanating from Lan Jingyi, who, though banished to the edges of the encampment for causing a ruckus, was still having trouble keeping calm. If it were any other time, Lan Wangji would punish him with handstands once they returned to Cloud Recesses, but he couldn't really blame him now. He also wanted to scream.

accidental baby acquisition, single father lan wangji, light angst, canon divergence, lan sizhui is the best boy, lan wangji is a good dad, tenderness, love in its many forms, found family, family feels, parent-child relationship, brief depictions of childbirth, pining, domestic, fluff, wise old woman, grief/mourning, 13 years, the end of 13 years, lan qiren is a sucker for babies, wwx appears in Ch. 2, oblivious wei wuxian, WIP, favorite @theuntamedfics

(You may wish to REBLOG as a signal boost for this author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

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robincantfunction · 3 years

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this is a sirius black x reader (with a tad of regulus x reader but like, only a smidge)

the first part of my first series is being posted on the first of october... i'm really excited! (a master list for the series will be made when the first chapter is posted)

i will be tagging my sirius black taglist - however if you want to be added to this specific taglist please join here (i forgot to link it earlier wtf 😭)

this series is inspired by a request i got from @sassybadqueen: Hey bestie can I possibly request a sirius fanfic where reader was Reggie's gf at Hogwarts but then she was forced to marry Sirius (he had a itty bitty baby crush on her back then). But one day after a huge argument they make up and then live happily ever after. And I am hooked on your stories. You are really good at this.❤❤

(thank you bestie it means so much <3 also i loved this idea a lot)

Summary: sirius has always loved y/n in some way or another, but just as he realised quite how much she fell for his brother. after trying so desperately to push his feelings down their families have forced sirius and y/n to marry. this is at the same time regulus is forced to join you know who, and to make an unbreakable vow "i shall never see y/n ever again". this leaves her feeling guilty on both parts, leaving the question - do i learn to love my best friend, or do i continue to love a man i'm never going to see again?

tis angsty and fluffy cause your gal is sad and also in need of attention

warnings will be assigned to each chapter, however it will mostly be swearing and maybe a little (non explicit) steamy scene here and there.

#sirius black imagine #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black angst #sirius black x you #sirius black fluff #sirius black x reader #sirius fluff #sirius x you #sirius x reader #sirius balck #sirius #sirius orion black

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galaxialdarktale · 2 years

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A Little Nod to Inspiration - Divine Prophecy Style

So, fun fact about Divine Prophecy: it all started with a song. And then it was another song. And then it was frantic texts on the way to my physical therapy appointment to my significant other about this itty bitty idea that was forming in my head with these, as they call them, “brain scratchers” - don’t we love fellow creatives?

I want to expand a little here on the idea behind Divine Prophecy. So, to do that, I’m going to walk you down memory lane. I don’t have screenshots - the messages are way too far back, unfortunately - but I do have a vivid recollection of this all forming in my head. So, my little Cosmicalities, let’s get to it, shall we? (under the cut because I don’t trust Tumblr’s tagging system and there are mentions of abuse, so readers beware).

Song One: Goddess by Xana The lyric from this song that got to me was the line “cause I brought the God of War to his knees / with the back of my hand, wiped his blood from my cheek.” I immediately had this stirring of an idea of a Goddess who was married off young to an overly arrogant God of War - you’ll come to know him as Lorcan and her as Ameronis - and that he brought war home. Fights, both physical and verbal, were abundant, until Ameronis had no choice but to kill him in self defense (is it with her hands or her magic? I don’t know yet, you’ll find out as I do) - okay, I’ll admit, I liked that idea because hot Goddess ladies killing people just gets to me. I’m gay. Leave me alone. I knew I couldn’t leave the story at that, though! there had to be more plot, more conflict, more people than just these two. How could I do that, I asked myself. Easy. I hit shuffle and skipped until it hit me.

Song Two: mad at god by Sarah Saint James This song was a little trickier to find. I was using the “enhance” feature on an already made playlist, in the car on the way to physical therapy, barely awake, and shuffling through songs as I frantically texted my significant other the beginnings of the idea I had with Goddess. It took a couple of tries, but I found it - and had I not waited until the chorus, until the line “I prayed last night and I woke up the same size / and I fell in love with a girl this time and my mom says that isn’t right” - I wouldn’t have found it. Luckily, it slaps. This song gave way for the idea of the character of Iola, a human who then - well... I can’t spoil everything, now can I? Let’s just say, she meets Ameronis and is a huge character in the story. I’ve been having the time of my life making these characters, this world (literally, say hello, Minecraft worlds!), this blog to start sharing my ideas. And I can’t wait to share more with you as more comes to me, to be able to have snippets to share with you.

Here’s to hoping you all love this story as much as I do.

Taglist: @lexwritesgayshit @descendantofthesparrow @abiggaynerd

#Galaxial Darktale #Galaxial Works #Divine Prophecy #original fiction #urban fantasy #paranormal romance #fantasy novel #fantasy romance #lgbt novel #tw abuse #inspiration #writing inspiration #writing inspo #divine ameronis #iola thurlow #divine lorcan #wip: a prophecy most divine

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fanfics4all · 4 years

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Just As Crazy

Request: Yes / No Hello Maybe you could do a Bellatrix X slytherin daughter reader who is just like her mother but is more insane.All she wants to do is to make her mother and Voldemort proud. She was the one who helped Tom open the Chamber of Secrets but nobody caught her. Then in 5th year she was the cause of Sirius death by betraying the DA when she shows up as a death eater. Tyyyyy 💕 Anon

Don’t be shy, request things! <3 Have a nice day/night

Bellatrix Lestrange x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 1248

Warnings: Sirius dying and that should be it

Y/N: Your Name

PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORK, I WORK HARD ON MY FICS AND IT’S NOT COOL TO STEAL SOMEONE ELSE’S WORK!

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My Mother was locked up in Azkaban, so I was living with my Aunt, Uncle, and cousin. My cousin Draco wasn’t really a huge fan of me, but I wasn’t really a fan of him either. He was weak, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. He was too emotional and wasn’t Death Eater material. However that wasn’t my decision to make. The two of us went to Hogwarts together, obviously getting placed in Slytherin. I ended up using the Malfoy name so no one knew who I really was. My Uncle was able to sneak letters into my Mother and she was delighted I was put in Slytherin. The first year was rather boring but that summer I got a job from Voldemort. I had to help the young Weasley girl open the Chamber of Secrets. My Uncle planted the book and then it was up to me to make sure the Chamber got opened. I was just the watcher to make sure Ginny wasn’t destered, but at the same time I couldn’t be caught. Lucky for me it was pretty simple, however Harry Potter ruined it and killed the basilisk!

I then had to gain Harry’s trust. It wasn’t easy to do, but I managed to do so by defending him and his disgusting friends against Draco. He hated it, but I assured him I hated it more. However it all paid off when I was invited to join their secret group in year five. Dumbledore’s Army was what they called themselves, how pathetic. Unbridge ended up catching us because of Cho Chang. Luckily they still trusted me and when Harry was going to the Ministry he asked me to join them. A small group of us made our way to London after a bit of trouble. When we made it to the Ministry we went straight to the Department of Mysteries. We walked down the hall, following Harry and he stopped just in front of a door at the end of the hall.

“This is it.” He said. We walked slowly to the door and walked in to see a dark room with shelves of orbs.

“Ninety-two, ninety-three, ninety-four, ninety-five.” Harry said and stopped in between the shelves.

“He should be here.” Harry said.

“Harry. It’s got your name on it.” Neville said looking at one of the orbs. everyone watched as Harry grabbed the orb.

“Harry.” Hermione said and looked down the hall. He pulled his gaze from the orb and looked down to see a Death Eater walking down towards us. I silently smirked and no one could see me since I was in the front. Harry moved in front of us and I quickly changed my expression to one of worry.

“Where’s Sirius?” Harry asked.

“You know, you really should learn to tell the difference between dreams…” Uncle Lucius said and removed his mask.

“And reality.” He finished.

“You saw only what the Dark Lord wanted you to see. Now, hand me the prophecy.” He said.

“If you do anything to us, I’ll break it.” Harry said and I tried my hardest to not roll my eyes. I heard my Mother’s laugh and I suppressed my smile.

“He knows how to play. Itty, bitty, baby. Potter.” She said and shook her head at me. It wasn’t time.

“Bellatrix Lestrange.” said, stepping forward.

“Neville Longbottom, is it? How’s Mum and Dad?” Mum asked with a smirk.

“Better, now they're about to be avenged.” He replied and held up his wand. My Mother held her up and Uncle Lucius saw this could go bad quickly.

“Now, let’s everybody just calm down, shall we?” He said and they each lowered their wands.

“All we want is that prophecy.” He said.

“Why did Voldemort need me to come and get this?” Harry asked and I sneered slightly.

“You dare speak his name? You filthy half blood!” My mother shouted.

“It’s alright. He’s just a curious lad, aren’t you? Prophecies can only be retrieved by those about whom they are made. Which is lucky for you, really. Haven’t you always wondered the reason for the connection between you and the Dark Lord? Why he was unable to kill you when you were just an infant? Don’t you want to know the secret of your scar? All the answers are there, Potter, in your hand. All you have to do is give it to me. Then I can show you everything.” Uncle said, holding his hand out.

“I’ve waited fourteen years.” Harry said.

“I know.” Uncle said, looking as though he cared.

“I guess I can wait a little longer. Now! Stupefy!” Harry said. Everyone did the same and then ran. We ended up getting separated and my Mother found me. She grabbed me and pulled me along with her. Luckily no one saw.

“Where’s Y/N?” I heard Harry ask.

“They must have gotten her.” Neville said with a nervous tone. I smirked.

“Get back to the door!” Harry shouted and I heard them running.

“What do I do, Mother?” I asked.

“Just wait for the right moment.” She said and took me with her to follow them. We followed them into a new room and while the chaos was going on my Mother hid me in a doorway. I had to stay there until it was the right moment.

“Did you truly believe, or were you truly naive enough to think that children stood a chance against us?” Uncle asked and I stifled my laugh.

“I’ll make this simple for you, Potter. Give me the prophecy now, or watch your friends die.” He said.

“Don’t give it to him, Harry!” Neville shouted, but my Mother hushed him. I saw a white light appear and glanced around confused.

“Get away from my godson.” Sirius Black said punched my Uncle. Other white lights came and a fight started. I wanted to join, but my Mother gave me a sign to stay hidden. My Uncle was in trouble and my Mother had made it to me. I knew it was my time.

“Avada Kedavra!” I shouted and aimed it at Sirius. My Mother and I laughed as he fell back into the archway and disappeared.

“No! No!” Harry cried and I laughed harder. My Mother and I smirked at him as we ran off.

“I killed Sirius Black!” I laughed as I heard Harry running after us.

“You coming to get me?” I teased.

“Crucio!” Harry shouted and hit me. I screamed as I fell to the ground and Harry pointed his wand at me. My Mother escaped through the fireplace so I was alone. I looked at him with fake sadness.

“You’ve got to mean it, Harry. She killed him. She deserves it.” I heard the Dark Lord say and I looked up shocked and worried.

“You know the spell, Harry.” He said and he appeared behind Harry. I started laughing and smiling.

“Do it!” He said, but Harry turned around and knocked his wand from him.

“So weak.” He sneered. Dumbledore appeared and a fight started, giving me the perfect moment to escape. I made it to Malfoy Manor and my Mother greeted me with a wicked smile.

“Did I do well, Mother?” I asked with the same smirk.

“You did dear, the Dark Lord will be proud.” She said and my smile grew. The two of us gave an evil cackle and I knew the Dark Lord will rise to power once again.

Tag list: @les-bio-lie @tashy-bear @ashwarren32 @hollie-blogs @schisbro87 @lover-of-books-and-teas @nerdygaloresposts @teenwolfbitches2 @genius2050 @drw0301bieber @lady-of-lies @ravenmoore14 @ravenempress101 @cillianchamp @rowanthomasknapp @in-slytherin-we-trust @accio-rogers @sambucky8

#harry potter imagine #bellatrix x daughter!reader #bellatrix lestrange #bellatrix lestrange x daughter!reader #draco x cousin!reader #draco malfoy x cousin!reader #fanfic #request #sirius black #lucius malfoy

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ex-silent-reader · 3 years

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Happy Holidays fic recs

Happy Holidays everybody! I haven’t been commenting on posts individually like i normally like to so it’s kind of backed up a bit. I still really want to thank all the authors who have been sharing their stories with us and leave a lil itty bitty comment before I can expand on them for their own post so here’s that! Also I’ve seen a lot of undeserved negativity being spread to a lot of authors and I just want to thank you all for sharing your work on this platform FOR FREE and remind you that you literally owe us nothing and I’m super grateful that you continue to share with us. These are just some stories that I’ve read this week, i’d def like to do another of these soon :)

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any of these stories, each story is owned by the author tagged next to the title and the summary is pulled verbatim from their page, in quotation marks. The only thing I own is gratitude towards these authors for sharing their work with us.

Also all stories are rated M

Also, a loooot of stories have come out lately and I haven’t had a chance to get to a lot of them yet but i hope to soon so I’ll hopefully make another one of these soon, but yea pls know that I’m not purposefully ignoring or excluding anything or anyone.

Jin;

last christmas | ksj x reader - @xjoonchildx

“ summary: it was bound to happen, eventually. after months of near misses at barbecues and birthdays, there’s no avoiding your ex-husband at hoseok’s annual christmas bash. but it’s fine, totally fine, because you’re both adults – and you’ve both brought dates and booze. what could go wrong? “

This story was amazing! First of all, I love the comedy surrounding the entire situation, Hobi with his 8 trees and instigator Yoongi who also wants them to get their shit together for Hobi’s sake. I love all au’s but sometimes exes to lovers is difficult for me to side with because I don’t see how people can bounce back from so much hurt but in this story it felt very natural how they were able to find their way back together and I really enjoyed the insight to their relationship, especially near the end.

Yoongi;

CREAM & SUGA - @snackhobi

“summary: yoongi is your favourite regular. he’s patient, polite, and predictable, a-large-black-coffee-to-go-please, no cream, no sugar, thank you. rinse and repeat. the seasons might change, but yoongi’s order stays the same.

and then one fateful day in winter, yoongi asks about the weekly specials, orders a cup of christmas and sugary sweetness, and everything starts changing.”

Ya’ll. Yoongi fics just truly hit different. The plot of this was so adorable and him going out of his way like that to keep her engaged was so cute and just very Yoongi like. I also just really loved the descriptions in this, like how oc described making the drinks, it just made everything seem so real.

universe | myg drabble - @personasintro

“❥𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; you’re his whole universe, you just don’t know it yet – or him”

ASDFGHJKL! Like, I really have no words for the way this made me feel. Like, ik it’s not a super healthy dynamic but the thought of a fixated Yoongi is.. I loved reading Yoongi being so fixated with oc and doing everything i his capability to meet her. I also was v interested in the part where he bumped into her and she didn’t react the way he expected because it made me think about how he (or any character’s with his mindset) cope when the fantast and reality don’t match.

Hobi;

A Holly, Jolly Crisis (M) - @kpopfanfictrash

* Blog doesn’t allow copy/paste and I wanted to respect that*

This story made me feel so many things. Like there’s so many layers to it and both of their hurt, her visiting him and feeling betrayed while he felt pushed aside. This story was so complex and both characters had so many layers to them, but it’s still sooo well written and I was invested the entire time. Like, I genuinely can’t get my feelings out in a brief way so I’m looking forward to screaming about this in it’s own post.

Joonie;

my only wish - knj | m - @ppersonna

“✹ summary- There are few things you hate most in this world. Hornets, unnecessary fruit pieces in otherwise perfectly good jello, certain shades of orange… But nothing takes the cake more than two simple things. Christmas. And Kim Namjoon. So why did you agree to pretend to be Kim Namjoon’s girlfriend at his family Christmas party? Bah-Humbug. “

UM! Absolutely adored this story, of course it would be a fellow cream suit enthusiast who can bring so much justice to dreamy Joon. I loved how he was portrayed here and getting insight to both his and oc’s feelings made me root for them soooo hard.

new parent syndrome - @1kook

“ SUMMARY You love Namjoon, honest. But you love your daughter Hyejoo even more— it’s not a controversial sentiment when you know he’s the same way! —and going back to a regular adult life sans kids absolutely sucks. (Or so you thought.)”

The tag “dreamy husband joon” is extremelyyyy accurate. This story was just so cute and their relationship truly felt so intimate and lovely. Her being on the phone with Jimin while Joon was smash SENT me but it was also so hot like ASDFGHJKL that man can do no wrong tbh.

laundry day - @snackhobi

“summary: You’ve been letting your laundry pile up for a little too long. Fortunately, your neighbour Namjoon is there to lend you a hand. “

Pls this was so hot. Like, I’ve made it very clear thus far that I’m a total simp for Joon, the thought of that man going strawberry picking and thinking to grab some for oc genuinely makes me SWOON. He’s an actual heartthrob.

The Sweet in Sweet Potato - @sahmfanficbts

“ Summary: You’ve been roommates for years. Now that you’re catching feelings, it’s time to run away. “

This entire series has had me so invested but this chapter!!! I’m always a sucker for Joon but the way he was so clearly in her feels (for OC) but wanting to respect her need for distance, what a man. And I was so happy to see oc working through her feeling towards Joon.

Last Christmas (M) - @jjungkookislife

* Blog doesn’t allow copy/paste and I wanted to respect that*

Damn, I really love when a misunderstanding is such a big catalyst for a bunch of drama/angst. It just really ups the tension for me because as the reader I know it was a misunderstanding but clearly the character’s don’t, so it just makes me really eager to see how they make amends. I really enjoyed seeing them slowly make amends and grow. Also the buildup to them deciding to give the relationship another go made the ending soooo satisfying.

Jimin;

picking petals｜pjm - @taestybae

“ summary ↣ you asked for a baby, so a baby is what you’re going to get. “

I really have no words for this, like it was so asaifgjhhkc. First of all, I really enjoyed that it was through his pov, i don’t typically read stories like that (I just don’t often come across them) but this still felt so natural that I didn’t even realize until right now, writing this comment. Also, the imagery was so well described and the anticipation built made this story so enjoyable.

Taehyung;

Deepest Indulgence - @scribblemetae

“ Description/Summary: The world is a mess, gangs, violence and rates of poverty are at an all time high since corporations took over everything. You built your Sex house to be a safe place and a sanctuary for those in need, promising to protect anybody who needs it. What happens when an extremely attractive and very rich man walks through the door begging for a job at Deepest Indulgence? The one sex house that wasn’t meant for men like himself. “

I AM SO EAGER FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER TO COME OUT. Like, idk how I can even describe this correctly but this just feel so much like Tae...???? Like idk if that makes sense but just Tae being this v sensual man, but there still being more to him than that, just makes so much sense and even the word “indulgence” is just so sensual and reminiscent of him. Also, the storyline so far is something I’ve personally never seen before and I’m super invested in this world and story already. Very eager to see how their relationship progresses.

let it snow | kth - @suga-kookiemonster

* Blog doesn’t allow copy/paste and I wanted to respect that*

It’s the way I read this last night, it took me exactly an hour (3am to 4 am cause I’m a CLOWN), and I was so invested that I kept putting off sleep to finish it. Man, i’m a simp for this Tae (just like he is for oc lmao). I really enjoyed reading it and the mention of Jisoo earlier in the story had me on the edge of my seat the whole time wondering when things were gonna blow up. Everything was just so sweet and fluffy, and the confession really made me feel so soft for them both cause they both were so in their own heads and feelings they couldn’t see what was in front of them so I really enjoyed the confessions.

Jungkook;

Thank you, baby - @scribblemetae

“ Turns out the boy whos been stalking you for years has decided its about time he shows his face in the form of a picture, and decides its time to talk to you for real, in the form of a phone call. “

I genuinely don’t know how I can simp over this story in a short way but I’ll try my best. The characters are so complex and the storyline is twisted so many ways that make this so interesting to read and easy to become invested in. The way Jk is written, I understand why OC is lost on how to feel for him. Like, his actions are wrong, but actually meeting him and even seeing his though process, it’s hard to make him out to be the villian that his actions have categorized him as. I can’t wait to continue reading and write a full length comment about this!

FEED ME, FIGHT ME. @yeojaa

“ What do you get when you mix a pissed off girlfriend with a neglectful boyfriend? (Aside from trouble, that is.) “

I really enjoyed this, I love how aware of Jk and his boundaries the oc is and how she is cautious to walk the line and not push him too far while also letting him know how his actions make her feel. This just genuinely felt like a glimpse into a very real, very intimate relationship/moment and I loved that. I also just really love how this is written and I think you have a beautiful way with words.

Chapstick - @softyoongiionly

“based on the time Jungkook said he needed someone to scold him so he’d remember to put lip balm on. Or Jungkook’s had a really long day and the only that can make it better, is seeing you. “

Idk if I’ve ever said it before, but I just love how you write relationships. Like, I can feel how comfortable they are with each other and how natural being together is for them. With your stories generally it just never feels forced and I really love that. I also really liked that we got Jk’s pov in the beginning, getting to see how tense he was really made me eager for their interactions and for him to feel comfortable and calm with her. Their interactions just felt so cute and natural and the end, assdjfhi, jk really deserves to be cherished and I loved seeing oc get him to the point of relaxation.

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troped-fanfic-challenge · 3 years

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AUTHOR REVEAL of the JATP ROUND 3: CANONVERSE FICS!

The Tropes:

Secret Places

Neighbors

First Kiss

Time Jump

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Just say you won't let go (Rated G) [Julie/Luke] by @fanfics-she-wrote

Summary: Hey, Julie

You're the heart and soul 'round here, it's plain to see

in which Julie has a second chance with her boys, and then another

we will fight to shine together (bright forever) (Rated G) [Bright Lighting Guy/Rob from the Orpheum] by @screamin-amuseum

Summary: “Hey,” Chris says, walking up to the boy. “What are you doing?”

“Oh,” he puts the dandelions down and stands up. “Hi. I’m trying to make a flower crown, but I don’t remember how.”

“Cool. I’m Chris, I live--” he points to his house. “Over there.”

The boy gives him a lopsided smile. “I’m Rob. I’m staying with my grandparents for the summer.”

or: the rob/bright lighting guy fic literally nobody asked for but i wrote anyways. enjoy gays, bring ur tissues

what happened when (Rated G) [Alex/Luke] by @janaikam

Summary: Before Julie and the Phantoms, before the guys became ghosts, before Sunset Curve -- they were Luke and Alex. Not 5 feet apart cause they're totally gay.

who cares if one more light goes out? (in a sky of a million stars) (Rated T) [Ray/Rose] by @tonightthestarsalign

Summary: Rose moves in across the street when he’s eight and she is seven. Their parents push for them to play together, because that’s what parents do. They’re not wrong about it though. The two of them get on like a house on fire and some of his happiest memories from his childhood are just him and Rose, sitting in the large oak tree behind their houses. Hidden up in the branches, between the millions of dark green leaves, they played together.

or: The first and the last time Ray ever kissed Rose.

we can forget the world (just you and me) (Rated T) [Alex/Willie] by @sunsetcurbed

Summary: “This was the first place I ever came out to someone,” Alex says, spinning around and taking in the tree house.

together we can take on the world (Rated G) [Alex/Reggie] by @comeonpeters

Summary: Alex Mercer meets Reggie Peters on October 8, 1983, which means that two days have passed since Reggie's sixth birthday, because Reggie is a Libra according to the magazines that his mom reads when she gets Reggie to paint her toenails. He’s also just moved to Los Angeles, California from his hometown of Gatlinburg, Tennessee, a small town in the mountains, and he’s told Alex Mercer about all of this in the three minutes that they’ve known each other, and he might be the loudest, most obnoxious boy that Alex has ever met, and he absolutely has to be Alex’s new best friend.

The Peters family moves in down the street from the Mercers in 1983, and so begins the rest of their lives.

Long Live (Can I start another life with you?) (Rated T) [Julie/Luke] by @smolfangirl

Summary: It’s all too much for one day: first a muffin, then more heartbeats. Julie just needs some time to think. If Luke runs after her to sit by her side so she doesn’t lose it, she won’t complain.

Except afterwards, he starts acting weird. Very weird. And months later, she’s tired of letting him keep his distance.

She can’t do this. Not right now. Not today.

She jumps back on her feet.

The excited grin falls from Luke’s face. She doesn’t try to catch it.

“I – I think this is too much. I need some time. Alone. Sorry.”

Then she runs. She runs past the calloused fingers reaching out to her. Past Reggie and the door, past carved pumpkins on porches and Cornelia Street.

She just runs.

Roses (Rated G) [Emily & Luke, Alex/Luke] by @americanhoney913

Summary: It becomes a sacred place she shares with her son. Mitch is usually off at work from dawn until six o’clock, but Emily’s working from home for now. She works as a florist’s shop right outside the neighborhood. So she brings home seeds and little flowers and other cuts from the store; she and Luke will spend hours out in the dirt, planting seeds and making mud pies and Luke will babble about whatever happened in daycare and make up stories about the different flowers.

Somewhere Only We Know (Rated T) [Nick/Carrie] by hufflebibin

Summary: Nick Danforth-Evans met Julie Molina when he was six years old. He had no idea how much an impact that afternoon would have on his life.

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A journey through Nick Danforth-Evan’s life as experienced in the safety of his backyard hide away.

The Itty Bitty Details (Rated T) [Alex/Willie] by @williexmercer & @futurearchaeologyprof

Summary: “Did I forget to mention William, I also get your soul,”

Willie could feel a stinging feeling and a purple stamp appeared on his hand. When the stamp appeared he could no longer remember who Alex was. The name meant nothing to Willie now.

Or 5 times Willie knew Alex and one where Alex knew Willie

you’re the only one who makes me (my wildflower) (Rated T) [Bobby/Reggie] by @willexxmercer

Summary: The tree was Reggie’s safe space, and Bobby was his safe person. He could escape all his troubles there, except for one nagging thought - did he have feelings for his best friend?

Dying complicated things.

because i’ve known you so long, i know every cadence and what they mean (Rated G) [Alex & Julie, Julie/Luke] by @tmp-jatp

Summary: Alex and Julie have always lived right next to each other. Through highs and lows, they grow up together. Also, 5 times Luke kisses Julie and it doesn’t count plus 1 time Julie kisses Luke and it does count.

Alternatively, the Juke 5+1 fic from Alex’s POV. Strap in, folks.

Someday (I’ll See You Again) (Rated T) [Alex/Willie] by @kybee1497

Summary: They’re wrong. Alex, you are not a failure. You’re incredible. You’re smart. You’re funny, and the best friend I could ask for. You’re a wicked talented drummer and you have a beautiful voice. And more important than all of that, is that you’re you, Alex. And the you you are is wonderful, and lovable and perfect. If your parents can’t see that, that’s their own fault. But I swear, Alex. If you’re afraid of them, I need you to tell me. You have to be safe.” Willie’s voice had gone desperate by the end. Alex deserved to know how freaking amazing he was and the fact that his parents didn’t bother to tell him, and actively worked to tear him down instead, was infuriating.

But Willie also worried about him. He’d worried about Alex since the first time he heard Mr. Mercer shouting through the window, a worry that never really went away. Not with the way Alex automatically straightened up when his parents were mentioned, as if he could hear his dad lecturing him about appearances from miles away. Not with the way Alex looked when he was with them, perfectly pieced together and falling apart at the seams, eyes distant and shoulders tense. Willie was pretty sure he had worrying about Alex etched in his bones by this point.

The Energy Never Dies (Rated T) [Gen Fic] by @americanhoney913

Summary: Well, I ain't always right, but I've never been wrong

Seldom turns out the way it does in a song

Once in a while, you get shown the light

In the strangest of places if you look at it right

--- Scarlet Begonias, Grateful Dead

Four moments across time in the loft of the Molina's garage.

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dehydratedpool · 3 years

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hello again!! it’s the beginning of a new month, meaning a new fic rec post!! here are some fics that i read this month that are just... exquisite and deserve all the love and attention <3

there aren’t as many as last time unfortunately, since i was quite busy this past month, but i promise next month won’t fall short! ((fics that i’ve reread this month are indicated with a **))

Foolishly Laying Our Hearts On The Table [11k] by runaway_train @runaway-train-works

“You think Harry wants that?”

“Dunno. Maybe. Wanna make him happy.” Harry takes advantage of the red light he’s pulled up to turn and look properly at Louis’ face. He’s not even looking in Harry’s direction though, focused instead on something out of his side window, head drooped, mindlessly playing with the string of his hoodie between his fingers, lost in his own world somewhere. For some reason, it makes Harry’s spine straighten.

“Because he’s your best mate?” Harry questions carefully.

“He’s my boyfriend.”

He couldn’t have heard him right. “What?”

Louis releases a deep breath, still not turning around. Harry wonders who he thinks he’s talking to right now. “He’s so pretty. Want to kiss him all day long. And buy him a big house and give him presents and marry him.”

Or; The one where Harry is in love with his best friend Louis but doesn't think he stands a chance until some wisdom teeth and a rather unusual confession might just change his mind.

--> this is a new comfort fic for me tbh. i got rec’d this after louis tweeted about getting his wisdom teeth removed, and i’m so SO glad i decided to give it a read. it’s so precious and lovely and personally, i found it to be a quick read. it’s the kind of fic that makes me both warm and fuzzy inside but also highly upset that i’m single and will surely be alone forever

Just Let Me [14k] by HelloAmHere

The party was going well. So well, Niall had already sworn undying love to one multi-tiered chocolate cake, two friendly corgi-poodle mixes, Zayn’s hair, and the entire population of Los Angeles. So well, Zayn had only laughed and ruffled Niall’s hair and not even twitched towards a cigarette. So well, nearly everyone had spilled far past the boundaries of the night’s original plans, extracting bottles of vodka from the cabinets and losing a lot of clothes. Harry had proclaimed that he was finally going to throw a small and very grownup dinner party and of course here they were three hours later, fifty people half-naked in the pool. Soon to be full-naked, if Louis had to guess. Everybody in LA loved a heated pool. Everybody loved Harry.

--> ok LISTEN. as some of you know, i just recently got into reading a/b/o fics and this one is definitely at the top of my fave a/b/o fics out there. it’s an interesting take on the trope, almost a bit more realistic in my opinion, and to quote the author’s note, “’what if a/b/o but less biological determinism?’”. i believe i found this one through a masterpost of “touch-deprivation fics”, so if that’s your thing, give this one a chance!

my ugly mouth kept running [4k] by theankletattoo @hadestyles

Another seed, another try except they know what caused the first wilt. They will be careful, they will be kind and together they will nurture it to life.

sometimes second chances are more important than the first.

--> rori, the author, never fails to disappoint when it comes to all of her works. i’ve said it once and i’ll say it again, she’s so incredibly fucking talented it’s unreal. her imagery is so vivid and real it leaves simultaneously everything and nothing to the imagination. as usual, h and l’s dynamic in this is an addicting portion to this fic that has you anticipating how their dynamic will shift and grow up until the end. if you’ve yet to read any of rori’s work, i suggest you add that to your to-do list for the month, and get a head start to her collection with this one!

**As Wicked As Anything Could Be [21k] by whoknows @crazyupsetter

It starts when Louis decides that he wants to lose his cherry and announces that he thinks the best way to do that is by going to a gay club. Naturally, Harry can’t let him go alone, so he tags along and spends the night rating guys with Louis until someone finally catches Louis’s eye.

Harry shoves him out to dance with the guy, and he can already tell that it’s going to be a quick and dirty hook up, so he’s not surprised that Louis and the guy disappear into the bathroom ten minutes later.

It is a surprise when Louis comes out not even two minutes later, pale and clammy, grabs Harry by the hand and drags him right out the door.

Somehow Harry comes to the decision that it would be a good idea for him to be in the room with Louis while Louis gets laid.

It’s a stupid fucking decision.

--> i discovered this fic a while ago on a whim and i have zero regrets. this is absolutely on my top ten fave fics list (that has yet to exist but perhaps i’ll post it one day). whoknows is a well known author within the fandom, so i’m sure i don’t have to say much about their immense talent, but SERIOUSLY, their plot progression, even their use of dialogue is wonderful in every way. as a writer, i envy them lmao. this fic takes me on a rollercoaster every time i read it, it’s yet another comfort fic of mine and never fails to disappoint every time i pick it up again. please, do yourselves a favor this april and read this.

Keeping The Flame Alive [19k] by whoknows @crazyupsetter

Recording with One Direction never felt like this. There’s a couple reasons for that, Harry thinks. One is that they did most of their recording on the road, rushed and in busses and hotel rooms, never in one place long enough to really get an argument going. The other, larger and more important one, is that back then he had the sweetest, meanest little omega around to distract him from all of that frustration.

The first time around, when he’d been recording his debut solo album, it hit him pretty hard. He likes to think he’s better adjusted to it now, but frustration is warring under his skin nonetheless. He doesn’t want to be told what to do most of the time, and he especially doesn’t want to be told what to do when it comes to his music.

What he does want right now is that sweet, mean little omega right in front of him with his mouth on Harry’s cock. Unfortunately, the best he’s got is his own hand and a shared toilet. So. That’s really not going to work.

--> yes, for the first time in dehydratedpoolfics history of fic recs even tho i’ve only been doing this for a month i am rec’ing the same author twice, but seriously, how could i not??? this fic took me on a literal journey like... wtf. i have no words. seriously, i have none, i’m just that blown away, go read it for yourself .

**a trail of honey through it all [27k] by bruisedhoney @yvesaintlourent

The boy in front of him, well really, the man in front of him, was like something out of a confusing wet dream. Built, tall, tan and muscular, his skin glistened with sweat after a long day of working outdoors with his hands. He was wearing a cut up old American football shirt, the bottom hem was torn and the sleeves were cut off to the point where the t-shirt was really just a loose tank top. The shorts he had on had clearly been full length jeans at one point, and were now just crudely cut off above the knee. His white socks were pulled up too high on his calves, and the brown work boots he had on were old as fuck, the leather peeling along the edges of the soles. Curly brown hair stuck out from the edges of his backwards snapback, and there was a smudge of grease wiped along his brow bone. The smattering of hair along his jaw proved that he hadn’t shaved in a week or two, the hair growing in thicker across his upper lip and around his chin. His sinfully bowed mouth was pink and plump, and Louis was suddenly hyper-focused on the way that he chewed at the toothpick stuck between his lips. He looked like he needed a shower. Louis wanted to lick him.

Or, the TPH fic we’ve all been waiting for.

--> okay look. i may or may not have a slight obsession with this fic. i reread it constantly, mostly for the iconic line, “are we fuckin’ or fightin’?”, because how can i not scream over that?? ((also patiently waiting for the sequel)) this is a literary masterpiece, one that defines an entire generation of this fandom i stg. but in all seriousness, hayley, the author, does such a wonderful job of giving the reader a vivid look into “nowhere, georgia”, and as a southern gal myself, i absolutely adore the itty bitty pieces of southern culture embedded into this, the tiny quirks that make this fic authentic. i could probably go on forever on why this fic is so iconic, but perhaps you should read it for yourself instead *wink* *wink*

SO. that’s all for this month!! if you read any of these, first of all, be sure to read the tags and author’s note (if any) before starting, AND please don’t forget to leave a quick kudos or comment, it means more than you may ever know <3

#fic recs #fic rec #yourlarrysource #hlcreators #hljournal #harry styles #louis tomlinson #larry stylinson #fanfiction #writing #march 2021 fic recs

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A, B, C, D… ⮕ itty bitty charlie

a scene from childhood:

A is for Asthma Attack ft marianne byrne

The pediatrician’s office in DC had been built to be welcoming. It was littered with toys, games, and children’s magazines - Charlie should have felt particularly comforted by the presence of other redheaded kids scattered about the waiting room. They weren’t patients, Charlie had learned, but family members waiting for their father to finish a conference. But Charlie couldn’t help feeling unsettled by them. As though he was one redhead among many being sent into the executioner’s chambers.

It didn’t make it any easier to breathe. His wheezing had filled the lobby since he’d arrived with his mother, his small hand grasping hers so tightly, his suntanned knuckles had gone white. He hadn’t been able to catch his breath since the Little League game, when he’d lost it after Noah Brown had nearly hit a homerun against one of the best pitchers in the championship, only for Charlie to be tagged out in the direct gaze of Coach. Coach Dad, who had chosen the Disappointed Head Shake from his arsenal of deadly weapons, and then suddenly Charlie had stopped breathing.

He was still panicked in the doctor’s waiting room. Even so far from the field, without the watchful gaze of Coach. Charlie was afraid something was fundamentally wrong with him. Something to add to a list of wrong things. Faulty lungs that would ruin any chance Charlie had of impressing Coach.

One of the kids approached him. A girl who looked to be around his age, with her own fiery locks of hair.

“Hi,” she said. “My name’s Marianne Byrne.” Charlie gave her nothing in return, anxiously curling into his mother’s side. “I’m from Maine... we’re visiting so my dad can talk to other doctors, ‘cause he’s really important. You’re lucky we’re here...” She looked the part of a secretary with a book tucked under her arm. An ambassador from a faraway land. “He should be out soon. Are you going to survive?”

Charlie would have blushed if all his blood wasn’t currently boiling in his chest, heart continuing to pound like it was trying to escape. He shrugged, staying quiet, far too preoccupied with his internal chaos.

Marianne, for what it was worth, looked concerned. "Sorry to be rude, ma’am, but does he know how to talk?” she asked Mrs. North.

Charlie’s mother smiled, gently peeling off her son’s iron grip so she could rub a soothing hand on his back. “This is Charlie. He lost his breath during Little League, that’s all,” she explained. “We’re going to talk to your dad about getting an inhaler. We are very lucky... I’ve heard he’s one of the best doctors in the country.”

Charlie’s heart hammered harder at this; either fearful of living life as an asthmatic son to a sports-obsessed father or somehow knowing an inhaler would not be the solution to this problem. He wished Marianne couldn’t see him. He knew he looked as afraid as he felt and he was ashamed.

“It’s none...” Wheeze. “Of your...” Wheeze, breathe, wheeze. “Business,” Charlie managed. His mom looked appalled, but Marianne didn’t need a single second to recover.

“It is so,” she argued immediately. Then, she paused, like she was trying to come up with a reason for why this was definitely her business. She looked all around - at the door of the practice, at her brothers in the waiting room, then at Charlie himself. At his hair. She pointed to it, then at her own. “We’re both redheads, duh.”

“So?”

“So that makes us friends.” Decidedly, Marianne slid into the seat on Charlie’s other side. The book she had under her arm was now presented on her lap: Charlotte’s Web. Charlie looked at the cover - at the pig and the spider and the little redheaded girl. He chuckled, pointing at her.

“It’s you,” he said. She smiled at the comparison.

“I could read while you’re waiting if you want,” she offered, this time a little more shyly. “Just to help my dad out ‘cause he’s really busy today.”

Charlie hadn’t even noticed, but his breathing had slowed. His heart began to beat in a regular rhythm again. He turned away from the comfort of his Mom, facing Marianne. “Okay, but you gotta let me tell you a joke first.”

Marianne seemed skeptical. “Sure... what’s the joke?”

“What can you call Marianne Byrne that you can also call a book once you’re done reading it?”

“I don’t know - what?”

“Red.”

#art by j #thank u j #alwayz #apurgtask #1 of 4 #the everyman

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godofplumsandthunder · 4 years

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Damn, That Was Hot

Here is another quarantine drabble for @the-ss-horniest-book-club this prompt was sent in by @randomfandompenguin As a plus size reader/writer myself, I jumped on the opportunity to write this!

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Fat shaming (though Bucky and Reader shut that down)

“Remind me why we have to go to this again, Bucky?” You fiddle with your swimsuit as you try to figure out any way to get out of this party. Normally, if you were invited to a poolside barbeque, you’d jump at the chance. But this time, you’re not feeling that confident, and it has nothing to do with being on a mission.

“Because Y/N! They invited us and we have a cover to keep.” Bucky snakes his arms around you and pulls you close to his chest. “Plus, baby, you look so fucking gorgeous, I gotta show my baby girl off.” Bucky all but growls as he showers your neck with kisses.

“Bucky-” his beard hair causing you to giggle. “You gotta, stop, or I don’t think we’ll ever make it to that party, and you know how mad Sam would get.” Bucky lets out a frustrated groan. “But, later, baby, you’re all mine.” He whispers into the shell of your ear, with such animalistic desire and want.

===== What Sam and Bucky failed to mention to you about this party, was that it was going to be filled with plastics! The sheer amount of plastic surgery and makeup was astonishing! Like who wears a full face of makeup to a swim party? Aren’t they going to swim? But their makeup isn’t what caught your attention. What caught your attention, was the fact that you were the only person that was bigger than a size 6. Normally, you are fairly confident in your own skin. Bucky doesn’t have any complaints, and you’ve embodied the message of Lizzo, that thick thighs, do indeed save lives. But here? Surrounded by blondes, with itty bitty waists, and even bigger chests, your arms slowly creep forward until they are covering your midsection. Bucky sees this, and he’s having none of it. Not only were you loving, kind, and selfless, you had a sexy body to match your attractive inside. To see you feel self-conscious about your own body, made him hurt. You are a goddess, and you deserved to be treated and feel like one.

“Baby, why don’t you get us some drinks, I’ll get set up, and then we can have some fun. How does that sound?” Bucky asks you as he drapes his arm over your shoulders.

“I guess,” you say as you roll your eyes at him. This gets Bucky to smile, as he sees you coming out of your shell. You leave Bucky’s side, and that’s when the queen of the plastics decided to pounce.

“I see you’ve finally ditched Shamu. I’m Samantha.” The fake blond pulls Bucky into her side, despite his protests.

“I’m sorry? What’s a Shamu?” Bucky asks, confused. Out of all of the media references he caught up on, Shamu was not one of them.

“That lardass that you ditched. I really hope she’s not your girlfriend, cause you can do a lot better,” Samantha says while running her hands up and down Bucky’s exposed torso.

“I’ll have you know that the person you’re calling a “lardass” is my girlfriend, who I love very much. She’s twice the person you’ll ever be. In looks and personality.” Bucky angrily defends you. Body-shaming is perhaps the thing that confuses him the most about this century. Since when was it deemed acceptable to ridicule and question someone’s worth by their waist size?

You make your way when you hear Samantha’s response. “Really? You have a body like a god, and you’ve settled for that? She’s covered in stretch marks and cellulite! How can you even stand her? Like just look at her boobs.” Samantha quips off. Before Bucky has a chance to respond, it’s your turn to respond.

“Yeah, look at my boobs! And unlike yours, they’re all natural! And you know, I’m actually quite glad that I’m fat. Because I’m not a skinny, miserable, bitch like you.” You spit back as you push Samantha into the pool. It was glorious. Her full face of makeup was destroyed. She looked more like a clown. Her hair was a mess. It was fun for everyone.

“You bitch! How dare you do this? Do you know who I am?” Samantha yelled as she floundered in the pool, grabbing on to one of the inflatable swans.

“No! I don’t know who you are. And frankly, I don’t give a damn! Eat a burger and stop being a bitch!”

You turn to Bucky, who’s staring, mouth agape. “Close your mouth, Buck. You’re going to catch flies.”

Bucky continues to stare with a primal desire. “Sorry, doll. It’s just- Damn that was hot! Let’s get home, so I can get you out of that pretty number you have on.”

“But Bucky, what about the mission?” You whisper in his ear, playing all coy. You know damn well that Bucky isn’t going to continue the mission. Not when he wants you so badly.

“Screw the mission. If Sam wants this intel so much, he can get it himself. Right now, the only mission I have is you.”

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Ps: This is the swimsuit I had in mind, just cause I love it so much

Tagging: @aesthetical-bucky @marvelgirl7 (Taglist Always Open)

#THE HBC #the hbc drunk drabbles #bucky barnes x reader #plus size!reader #angst to fluff #drabbles

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dottie-wan-kenobi · 5 years

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Hello!!! I've never done this before so I hope I'm doing it right lol. I was wondering if I could request forced out of the closet + titans!dick grayson?

You’re doing just fine!! Thank you so much for this prompt, I was really excited to do it and I hope I’ve done it justice. Also I hope you don’t mind I added some past Dick/Joey and kind of maybe bash Donna, Hank, and Dawn a little itty bitty bit. kdfhjdhjakshkj. just to be clear, there is no cheating in this fic, but Dawn uses that stereotype to her advantage :x

written for the @badthingshappenbingo square “forced out of the closet”. x’s are finished, asterisks are requested, and the last two are free! many thanks to @whateverrrrwhatever for betaing even tho she isn’t even in this fandom

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“How fucking long have you been lying to us, exactly?” Hank demands, fury emanating off him in waves.

I wasn’t! He wants to shout back, I wasn’t lying! But in order to do that, Dick would have to lift his head out of his hands, stand up from where he’s sitting on the second level, and meet Hank’s eyes. Or anyone’s eyes, really. They’re all here, the old Titans and the new ones and Rose fucking Wilson. The only way this could possibly be any worse is if Bruce were here, too, but thank god, Dick isn’t that unlucky.

“It can’t be true,” Donna says, but she sounds unsure. She’s doubting him and not even trying to hide it. That’s never happened before. “Dick, tell us what he said wasn’t true.”

“So what if it was?” And that’s Rachel, defensive on his behalf. “I don’t understand why you’re all so upset if Dick’s bi—”

He doesn’t hear the rest of what she says, his heart pounding in his ears. They all know now, and he wasn’t the one to tell them, didn’t get to decide who or when or how. Slade just broadcast it out for all of them to hear and make with what they will, and of course, it’s nothing good. There’s a reason, he thinks, that he’s never told any of them. Not Kory, who he thinks he could trust with anything, or the kids, who so desperately want to know and connect with the real him. Not even Donna, who’s always been his best friend.

“He’s been lying to us, Rach,” Dawn says, and her voice is so soft and so steely, the way it always gets when she’s angry. And she has reason to be, he knows that, but it still hurts. “He lied to us about what happened with Jericho, and that’s—that’s not just something we can walk away from.”

“No,” Hank agrees, worked up. “No, it’s not.”

“He was just lying about a relationship! What’s so wrong with that?” Gar asks. His arms are probably crossed, but Dick doesn’t want to look up to see.

“Nothing,” Kory says, but her voice gets overpowered by Dawn’s.

“How about the fact that he was in relationship with me already?” Dawn shoots back. Dick thinks about how they broke up days before Garth’s death, and were just playing at being together until after his birthday, to avoid ruining it for him. Afterward, they never spoke about it, drifting away from each other, grief and revenge more important than anything else. It wasn’t until after Joey died that they finally, officially ended. “If he could lie about that, then he could be lying about anything. About everything .”

“Dick…,” Donna says, and she’s closer now, but not close enough not close enough to touch him, which is the last thing he wants. “Tell us it’s not true.”

Everyone is staring at him, he can tell. He can feel it: the weight of their gazes and confusion and anger. Dick lifts his head finally, and his eyes feel heavy and hot. No tears fall. He has to be strong here, can’t let it show any more than he already is how much this situation fucking sucks.

“It is,” he rasps, clearing his throat once the words are out.

Donna jerks back like she’s been slapped.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, he thinks. Coming out is supposed to be private. Personal. Safe. It’s supposed to be him sitting these people down and saying he loves people no matter what gender they are, and these people loving and supporting him no matter what. Instead, Slade hacked their speaker system and gladly outed him.

There’s no love and support in the room right now.

He has to pull himself together, needs them to understand. Stronger, he says, “It is true. Joey and I were together.”

Jason’s gaze is bouncing between everyone in the room, and Dick wonders how much the kid is going to hate him now. And Rose, she’s tense and ready to fight him, and he can see that it won’t take much to set her off. The others are still staring at him, the older Titans coiling with hurt, the newer ones just confused.

“Was it worth it?” Hank asks, breaking the silence. “Was he that good of a lay that you had to betray us?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Dick stands, trying to ignore how tight his chest feels. He’s finding it more difficult than usual to pretend he’s perfectly fine. Convincing himself means he can convince the others. Right now, no one is fooled. “I didn’t betray you.”

“Really? ‘Cause it sounds like you were cheating on Dawn, fucking the enemy, and lying about it for five years!” Donna explodes. “Sounds like fucking betrayal to me!”

“Joey wasn’t our enemy—!”

“How do we know you weren’t feeding him information the whole time?” Dawn interrupts, and Dick freezes, shocked by the accusation. “Were you telling him our secrets so he could go and tell Slade everything, and help him get under our skin, in our heads?”

“No! How could you even think that?”

Ignoring his words, Donna asks, “How long were you and Joey even together?”

“Not that long,” he admits, fists clenching by his sides. “It only started once he came to live here.”

“Live-in double agent,” Hank says wryly. “How convenient.”

“It wasn’t like that,” Dick protests.

“Then how was it?” Rose demands, stomping forward. “How exactly was it? You were using and manipulating my brother for information and for sex? What a stand up guy you are.” For all her tone is bone-dry, he can see tears threatening to spill from her eye.

Dick thinks about Joey’s smile. His eyelashes. How he pulled away from every kiss grinning, like it was a dream come true. The meals they ate together, and how Joey spent whole afternoons trying to teach him a few phrases in ASL, and only laughed a little, kindly, when Dick messed up. How he’d told Dick he was fine keeping their relationship on the down low, that he understood Dick wasn’t out yet and wouldn’t push. What he looked like, lying dead on the ground, killed trying to protect Dick, who’d fucked up every step of the way.

It was real, he wants to say. I had nightmares for months afterward, and even now it hurts to think about him. There’s a reason I never told any of you, and it’s not just because I wasn’t sure how you’d react.

But it wasn’t real. Not fully, anyway. For every sincere moment, there were two more where Dick was doing what the others wanted him to do—becoming Batman, using Joey to their advantage. For every time he thought it was wrong to treat Joey that way, he never put a stop to it. It was easy to get lost in Joey, in exploring feelings Dick had never—and has never, ever since—let himself know. Their relationship had felt safe, in a way. Even with all the subterfuge, Joey knew about Robin, and he’d never worried about it. Dick had felt free for the short time they had been together.

It was real, but it wasn’t.

“It’s complicated,” he says finally. Rose won’t like it, but how can he explain it all? How can he explain that he hadn’t wanted things with Joey to get serious, hadn’t wanted him to die, hadn’t been able to even think about telling anyone about his sexuality without an avalanche of grief and guilt burying him? “I—I wasn’t trying to hurt him.”

Joey’s smile, his eyelashes, his kindness. He was like the sun peeking over the horizon. He deserved better than Dick.

Dawn and Donna both scoff. Hank says, “You’re fucking pathetic. Not trying to hurt him got him killed. Great fucking job, asshole.”

Kory steps up beside Dick, a hand coming up to rest on his shoulder. It’s like an anchor, stabilizing, and something he desperately needs right now. Her thumb makes a slow, calming circle as she turns on the others. “Yelling at him isn’t going to help shit. Why don’t you all go do your jobs and figure out if this Slade guy hacked us remotely, or if he’s here and we need to suit up?”

“Oh, he’s probably here,” Rose says through gritted teeth. “And I’m going to fucking kill him.”

She heads towards the elevators, and Donna follows, fists clenched. At Kory’s raised eyebrow, Hank and Dawn leave too. The kids move toward them, like they’re closing ranks. Gar’s biting his lip nervously. Rachel has her arms crossed over her stomach and Jason looks lost in thought.

Without the older Titans, the mood of the room feels lighter, but Dick finds that isn’t a good thing. Like he’s a puppet with his strings cut, he falls back onto the step, his skin crawling.

Kory sits next to him, her hand going down to rest on his back. Softly, she asks, “Are you okay?”

He wonders if Jason’s going to tell Bruce. Wonders if Donna, Hank, and Dawn will ever forgive him. Hopes Rachel and Gar don’t hate him now. Hates how much her kindness right now only reminds him of Joey.

With a deep sigh, he says, “I’ll be fine.”

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zagubionywilk · 4 years

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USE THIS WEBSITE TO GENERATE YOUR MUSE’S POKEMON TEAM.

usually this is a meme but fuck that, i’m stealing this from one of my other blogs so i guess i’m re - tagging myself. anyway, i’ve been lagging on writing up geralt’s pokemon au / team for awhile so . . lo and behold here we go we did it boys. the au itself is effectively a side step version of his modern au but, you know, pokemon. tl;dr: geralt’s been alive since 1925 and wandering around doing witchery stuff as usual for people with his pokemon in tow helping him out and assisting him whenever he needs assistance getting rid of monsters. there comes a time where the wolf becomes worn out and semi - retires on his corvo bianco ranch as he occasionally goes out to help folks, again with his pokemon in tow, when necessary. pokemon ages ?? who knows and cares, leave me and his pals alone -------- now, time to meet the team:

geralt’s pokemon partner and first pokemon is his mudsdale, roach with the moveset: double kick, heavy slam, high horsepower and stomp. he’s had her since she was itty bitty and a mudbray when he survived his trials at kaer morhen. initially he had taken a shine to her prior to the trials and she to him ; always excited and trotting around the boy when he came to look over her. geralt humored her always, after surviving he and roach never really were apart when it came to going out of the stone walls of kaer morhen, the little pokemon protective of its partner that she had come to trust. once the wolf had left the school’s walls years later, his little horse had become large and intimidating ; still gentle to him even though her temper had surged with her evolution. as they went on in the world, as the years went by, they still stuck together through everything --- ever closer. roach is hugely protective of her witcher and will stomp you to death with her hooves if you so much as threaten him.

tsareena, nickname petal with the moveset: stomp, high jump kick, power whip and solar beam. all in all, petal wouldn’t leave geralt alone. one of the very last pokemon he gained on his team recently, petal ran into geralt when she was her previous evolution, steenee ----- all due to the fact her little home had come under the attention of some humans. a litwick had been causing a bit of a stir for them, having sucked a few people’s life forms to dust which led humans to go searching for the pokemon to try and get rid of it. geralt had been passing through and, well, ended up saving petal indirectly. she was enamored and thankful for this friendly ( yet kinda scary !! ) man who helped her and just . . followed him. geralt’s heart couldn’t keep ignoring her for long and thus let her stick around, the little pokemon doing her best to impress him and doing so ; leveling herself as she did and eventually, when she gained stomp, she evolved into tsarenna. she’s a tomboyish little thing with an attitude now but never ungrateful for the help given to her. she’ll also stomp you to death with her leetle feet. during hunts she’s usually quick to assist.

absol, nickname sol with the moveset: dark pulse, bite, night slash and taunt. geralt’s second pokemon was sol, an absol he had found during one of the heavier winters in the kaedwin mountains. she was wounded after a human had harmed it in one of its descents down the mountain to warn of impending disaster. geralt had come across her in the snow, bleeding out from the injury and managed to calm her down enough to get her out of the cold. the disaster had been an avalanche, no one getting hurt barring the man that had left the pokemon to die in the snow. alas, she survived. in the small cave out of the heavy storm, roach, sol and geralt rode it out. the wolf making sure the absol would survive her wounds with the resources he did have on hand and once it was over the dark pokemon stuck by his side. with the myth that the pokemon brings disaster --- there’s a minor irony of it sticking around the witcher, becoming his partner ; as both are detested and both are feared because of what and who they are. sol detests fighting lest she can help it, as it does hurt her to strain herself. geralt doesn’t use her much on hunts but does bring her along ( or she just trails behind anyway ).

sylveon, nickname bow with the moveset: disarming voice, moonblast, quick attack and psych up. another one of the recent ones, however a relatively long lasting one as well. bow was given to geralt as a thank you from dandelion, initially as an eevee. the small thing took a shine to geralt and geralt took a shine to the little pokemon who enjoyed his space as well as sol’s. he wasn’t a fan of staying in his pokeball whenever geralt was uncomfortable with a situation or when the wolf was highly upset over something. effectively the eevee became a sort of . . comfort pokemon for geralt. when it came down to evolving, geralt wanted to try for an umbreon but got bamboozled when bow evolved into a sylveon due to amount of friendship and love bow had for his trainer. she likes to sit on geralt’s shoulder, gently holding on with her ribbons that do well to settle him down if he’s ever overwhelmed or upset, thus being the resident comfort pokemon if anything goes awry. he’s equally protective of geralt and the friends he has, rather bouncy and excitable as well. his presence itself stumps humans and their assumption that witcher’s don’t feel . . considering the required affection and loving on needed for sylveon to . . be.

zebstrika, nickname z ( yes how original ) with the moveset: wild charge, discharge, thrash and shockwave. mad. just . . mad. z doesn’t like humans very much, only putting up with those that geralt is close to but irritable enough to stomp and make it known that it doesn’t want many near him. z found geralt first, or rather roach found the pokemon first, leading geralt to the zebstrika when upon roaming had found him caught in a man - made trap. after nearly an hour and a half of calming z down and with some assistance from roach just snorting and stomping in frustration . . geralt was able to get close enough to remove the trap. z, at first, ran off, only to follow them from a safe distance through the forest before coming to steal a few of the apples geralt had in saddlebags overnight. begrudging thanks became true once geralt had gained the zebstrika’s trust. not entirely “ tame “ z will still lash out sometimes if unsure of a situation but will come to geralt’s aid when its required . . and for pets.

mightyena, nickname wulf with the moveset: suckerpunch, crunch, scary face and bite. wulf was geralt’s third pokemon he gained, having gained its trust over a period of a year after its habitat had been uprooted. initially wary of geralt she came to trust him mostly by how geralt would bring it food when it couldn’t find any due to the uprooted home it came from. she grew attached and after a time began to follow him out whenever he left. with geralt’s experience wulf became loyal and ready to defend and fight when needed. she’s cozy to be within and outside her pokeball but, unsurprisingly, has a grand ol time outside of it ; being chaotic and tomboyish.

+ a cubone. they’re new. geralt found it while it was crying and it just pretty much also won’t leave him alone now. it doesn’t fight. just hangs out and is a cute nuisance. its name is buttercup.

#pokemon au tbt #{ if anyone wants to create a team PLEASE tag me bc i wanna. see. }#{ y'all don't have to go fucking bonkers like i did but LMAO yeah }#⚔️ // coin ? do you have coin sir ? task completed ( meme replies )#⚔️ // i'm here i'm queer and lets get this meditation started ( mun )

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wakandaforeverwrites · 5 years

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Learn Ya || Chapter 6

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter Notes: DO NOT KILL ME. I know this chapter is coming some 4 months later and some of y’all are probably pissed y’all had to wait this long for this itty bitty chapter, but there’s a method to my madness and I promise this is setting up for some Daddy!Challa goodness. Now with that in mind, if any of you are no longer checking for this story and just don’t care to be tagged anymore, please don’t hesitate to let me know and I’ll remove you from the list. The same thing goes for anyone that would like to be tagged!

10 days, 16 hours, and 32 minutes. That was how long it had been since Amaya had seen T’Challa. Not that she has been counting or keeping track. She only knew that for a fact because there had been a bouquet of flowers delivered to her apartment every day since their date. Amaya had assumed it would be a one off sort of thing but the flowers kept rolling in each day after, and it made her start to feel a little special despite her better judgement. The cynical part of her wanted to continue to compare him to Rod and how sweet and charming Rod had been in the beginning to gain her trust.

She pushed all of those thoughts to the side as if she were throwing caution to the wind. Each bright yellow bouquet that showed up each morning left her smiling and put her in a much better mood, taking away the stress that she had been feeling. Stress that came from the fact that her financial aid had fallen through and she wasn’t getting nearly as much as aid as she had thought she would. That coupled with the fact her mom couldn’t afford the extra financial strain had Amaya worrying about her future in a way that she hadn’t before, but all of that disappeared each morning when the flowers showed up and were always followed by her phone ringing soon after. Everyday like clockwork she could expect a phone call from him, his accented voice greeting her and bringing a smile to her face and making her forget all of her worries if only for a few hours at a time.

She flipped off the water as it filled up the vase she had stolen from her mom’s house, placing it with all the others she had stolen from her because flowers weren’t something that were being dropped off every day when she was with Rod, and arranged the flowers into the water. Their limited counter space was starting to get a little too full. The first bouquet were drooping more than the others and some of the petals had fallen from the flowers themselves, but she refused to throw them away.

Her fingers drummed along the edge of the counter as she stared at her phone waiting for the call. T’Challa seemed like a very punctual man and that allowed her to make sure that she didn’t miss his call. It happened the same time each day and after the first three times, she found herself looking forward to hearing from him. It was something like the highlight of her day as much as she didn’t want to admit that to anyone, not even herself.

Her heart sped up at the sound of her phone going off and she didn’t even care how eager she looked answering after the first ring. She was beyond caring about that at this point.

“You’re a little late today.” She tried to sound as serious as she could even as the smile started to spread across her lips at the sight of his face

“My apologies about that. There was something that came up.” There was a bit of a frown on his face that caused the smile.

“Is everything okay?”

“Just something with my cousin. He can’t seem to keep himself out of a trouble these days.” A little bit of a half smile quirked at his lips and she wanted to ask him more about what was going on, but she didn’t want to seem too nosy. She knew the bare minimum about his family. It didn’t seem like a topic that he wanted to discuss and she had no choice but to respect that. “I’m assuming that you received your flowers?”

Amaya nodded her head and the smile on his face grew a little. She moved towards the couch and wrapped a blanket around her shoulders as she sat down. She knew there was a chance that she would be here for a while. The first time they had ever FaceTimed, their call lasted almost five hours—the call only ending when she realized how late it probably was for him.

“I did and they’re just beautiful as the ones from yesterday….and the day before that and the day before that.” She gestured with her finger through the air as if she could keep going because there had been a lot of flowers. She even knew the delivery man by name now. “Exactly how many more should I be expecting? There’s only so many vases I can steal from my mom, you know.”

T’Challa let out a little chuckle, the sound masking the rustling in the background. “That will be the last one.” Amaya felt her face fall a little even though she tried to keep it from happening. “What I mean is it will be the last one as I will be back for another visit tomorrow.”

She pressed her lips together to try to keep from smiling. “Visiting the centre again?”

“No.”

“Then what are you coming for?”

“You.” His answer was so simple but she felt it like a shot straight to the pit of her stomach.

“Just tell me when you would like to have me, Sir.” She shifted in her seat and chewed at the corner of her bottom lip. Was she aware of how her words sounded? Absolutely. Did she care? Absolutely not. He seemed able to bring this side out of her and she had no idea where it even coming from.

“What have I told you about that mouth?” A shiver ran down her back at him raising his brow at her.

“That’ll it get my in trouble. Yeah I know, but what if I wanna get in trouble?” She knew she was playing with fire, but she was willing to risk getting burned.

Amaya watched as a slow smirk spread across T’Challa’s full lips, “Then I think we might be able to work something out tomorrow.”

#series: learn ya #black panther imagine #black panther smut #black panther fanfiction #black panther fic #black panther fluff #t'challa smut #t'challa imagine #t'challa fanfic #t'challa fluff #t'challa fanfiction

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missnmikaelson-main · 5 years

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Who Are You? Part 17

Usual disclaimers.

I know, I know, I said this would be the last chapter, but guess what... it's not. I split it in two.

Elena worried her bottom lip and tapped the table. Every time she thought of the wolf pacing a cell in the Lockwood cellar she cringed. Cursing Hayley had never been her intention. She had been hoping to reason with her, but then Lexa had caught up to them and seen toxic teeth inches from Elena's neck.

Elena couldn't fault her friend for trying to help. She'd only known the one curse that would cause Hayley to immediately release her.

It was done now, and Elena didn't like it.

Klaus seemed delighted, and he had been since his siblings had broken the news when he arrived. He was anxiously awaiting the coming full moon and passing the time between facetime calls by prepping the old mansion for Christmas.

Elena was hesitant to voice an opinion to the hybrid while he still housed a piece of the Hollow. Unlike Elijah, she had no calming influence on the man.

"Were you planning on wrapping that present, or just staring at the paper?"

Elena dropped the scissors next to the box and leaned against the couch with a sigh. Her eyes zeroed in on the mug of blood when it was lowered in front of her.

"It's very pretty paper," her fingers curled around the mug. She took a long drink, savoring the combination of blood types.

Elijah dropped to sit beside her in a fluid movement and eyed the wrapping paper critically.

"It is beautiful," he conceded, "but hardly worthy of such devotion."

Elena cracked a weak smile before taking another drink.

"What is it you're wrapping now?" He watched as she leaned forward and tapped the box.

"Leather notebook for Landon – Caroline says he likes to write poetry on any scrap of paper he can find." She pointed to a long narrow box. "That's a set of charcoal and paints I picked up while we were in France for Jeremy, and everything else is pretty much under the tree, but that's not what you wanted to ask me."

"I wanted to ask what is bothering you," he chuckled, having long since excepted that she could read his intentions, "but I sensed you weren't ready to talk about it."

"Is Klaus here?" She cocked an eyebrow.

"He's wrapping presents at the mansion."

"Do you mean to tell me he hasn't compelled a hoard of minions to do that?" Her lips lifted in a teasing smile.

"I think he roped Kol into helping, but no," Elijah smirked. "He's is doing his own Christmas wrapping this year. Caroline insisted; something about the repetitive motions quelling his rage."

"Two psych classes in college and suddenly she's a shrink," she shook her head fondly.

"It seems to actually be helping." Elijah picked up the scissors and neatly finished wrapping the boxed present.

Elena watched his long fingers shift the gold paper and tilted her head.

"It's Hayley," she cleared her throat when he paused. His eyes landed on her, waiting for her to continue. "She's pacing a cell right now like some kind of animal." She paused when a voice cut her off.

"Technically she is one."

"I thought you were at the mansion?" Elena spotted Kol on the back deck. He was sitting across from Lexa who was wrapped in a plaid blanket shaking a mason jar full of a green liquid.

"The company hear is better," he smirked, eyes sliding to the blonde in the deck chair.

Elena was pretty sure she saw Lexa blush and Kol's smirk turn to a grin.

"Did you know he was out there?" She turned to Elijah who shook his head.

"I was working on a new privacy spell," Lexa cleared her throat.

"What about Hayley is bothering you, lovely?" Elijah finished wrapping the gifts as Kol and Lexa joined them inside.

Elena bit down on her cheek. She knew Elijah would listen to her and not get upset with her opinion, but Kol had always been a wildcard. She decided to go on though feeling confident Klaus – with the Hollow – was the only Mikaelson who might have started a physical altercation.

"I just don't like that she was cursed," she lifted a shoulder in a half-shrug, and saw Lexa's cheeks flush. She had a feeling her newest friend wasn't happy about it either. "I get you went through with it in the moment," her eyes met Lexa's, "but I don't like it. She's been subjected to that once already, and I wouldn't be surprised if that's one of the reasons she did all of this."

"Would you have rather we compelled a judge?" Kol cocked an eyebrow.

"I would have rather done something that didn't involve cursing her," Elena crossed her arms. "Hasn't your family dealt enough with black magic?"

"Even if they came to some sort of custody arrangement," Elijah attached the tags she had written out earlier, "There would be nothing keeping Hayley or Niklaus from breaking it."

"You'd never get Nik to agree to something like that, darling," Kol smiled sadly, "his paranoia is crippling, so even if Hayley agreed to alternating school holidays or weekends Nik wouldn't trust her not to run off with Hope the first chance she got."

"What if she didn't have a choice?" Lexa spoke up, fingering the edge of the jar in her hands. "What if neither of them had a choice but to follow whatever agreement they could reach?"

"Is this meant to help with that? You've had it brewing since before I got here." Kol plucked the jar from her hands.

"No," she shook her head, "that is the cure to the Crescent curse." She squared her shoulders when the each vampire turned a questioning look on her. "Elena's not the only one with scruples. I only did it because she was attacking Elena and it was the spell I had been going over all day."

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She brushed her palms together, stepping over a lump in the carpet and taking a wide step around a squeaky floorboard. She could hear the distant sound of scuffling as it drifted up from the basement and knew if she got a little closer to the door she'd be able to hear growling and maybe even low howls, but she didn't want to hear that tonight.

She didn't want to see the wolves and think about how one day that could be her. She didn't want to think about every bone in their bodies breaking and reshaping because if she did she would think about how werewolves had come to be and if she thought about the Hollow's curse then she would think about how she had affected her family more than a thousand years later.

She didn't want to think about that.

All she wanted to think about was the spell that was happening at that moment. It was the only thought that raced through her mind, but the intensity of it had pushed everything else from her head; she couldn't even consider sleeping.

"I'm pretty sure you're supposed to be in bed."

She stiffened when she heard the low voice and turned slowly to tip her head up and meet her headmistress's eyes. Emotions flickered over her face too quickly for Hope to process.

"I couldn't sleep," she admitted, shrugging her thin shoulders.

Caroline sighed, torn between her headmistress duties and how she knew Hope must be feeling. She knew she had a soft spot for the little girl; she wouldn't have hunted down a wayward parent for any of the other students in the school unless it was Ric that went off the rails.

She glanced out the window towards the moon and came to a decision.

"Come with me," she steered Hope around by the shoulder.

Hope's slippers skidded over the floor. She saw no reason to keep quiet now that she had been caught. She stared at the carpet as she was steered through the school, certain she was being led to the office where her uncles or aunts would be called and informed of her midnight adventure, or where Caroline would issue detentions that would last the rest of her school career; maybe she'd be put on spell clean up.

She was too busy staring at her toes to see where they were going and so didn't see anything remiss until the rug turned to tile. She lifted her head and blinked at the stainless steel fixtures without really taking them in.

Caroline released her shoulder and pulled out a stool, patting the seat in an open invitation before moving to one of the cabinets.

"You're not gonna give me detention and put me back in bed?" Hope climbed up and took a seat, watching as Caroline poured milk, sugar and cocoa into a saucepan.

"What would be the point of that?" She glanced over her shoulder. "You'd just wander around again later, or pace your bedroom. Do you like marshmallows?" Caroline stirred the mixture on the stovetop.

"What?" Hope blinked. She heard the concoction bubble and inhaled the sweet aroma that made her mouth water.

"Marshmallows," Caroline poured out the hot cocoa into two steaming mugs, "in your hot chocolate. Or would you prefer whip cream? I'm partial to whip cream, myself," she sprayed a dollop on top of one of the mugs, "and peppermint because it's Christmas. Do you like peppermint, Hope?"

She fixed the second drink when Hope nodded and set the mug in front of her. She then put the dirty dishes in the sink to soak before leaning over and bracing her elbows on the counter.

Hope stared at the swirl of whipped cream and crushed peppermint for a beat while Caroline sipped her own drink.

"I take it you're excited," she curled her fingers around her mug, "you'll get to see your dad soon, and not just on an itty bitty little screen."

"Yeah," Hope chewed her bottom lip.

"Do you not want to see your dad, Hope?" Caroline frowned. "You don't seem excited."

She didn't. Her shoulders were hunched over and her heart was fluttering wildly.

"I do," Hope looked up, tears shimmering in her eyes, "but what if it doesn't work? What if the spell doesn't work?"

Caroline reached out and took Hope's clammy hands, rubbed gentle circles into her palms and met her blue eyes.

"It's going to work. Lexa has already done this spell three times. She's gonna take the Hollow out of your dad, and soon all of it will just be a memory."

Hope managed a small smile. "You're nicer than my dad said." She could remember her dad telling her about Caroline when she first came to the school before he'd stopped calling the first time.

"Don't go telling everybody, okay?" Caroline grinned. "I've got to keep my big bad headmistress rep."

"Your heart's too big to be bad," she picked up her mug and sipped the hot chocolate. The hot liquid warmed her from the inside, chasing away the chill that had been there since waking up.

Caroline smiled and reached out to wipe the whipped cream from the tip of Hope's nose.

Totally unrelated, but I'm trying to remember how many people vampire Elena killed. There was Connor (sirebond), Kol (who I argue was a result of the sirebond), the waitress (without emotions), and Matt (again without emotions and she was manipulated into it). Was there anyone else? I can't remember her ever killing anyone when she was in her right mind or in control of her own decisions.

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