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t33nspirtit · 6 days ago

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{Kol Mikaelson x f!reader} You’re trying to do a spell. He’s trying to ruin your night in the best possible way.

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2.2k words - Warnings: smutt, witch!kol, oral sex (f!receiving), teasing, begging, dom!kol, kol being filthyyy, overstimulation, bratty reader & magical climax...

The little flat Kol and you did spells in smelled like dried lavender and ozone. Calm. Domestic. Magical.

You sat cross-legged on the floor, an old grimoire open in front of you, carefully laying out ingredients in a neat spiral just as the text instructed. The ritual was just a simple calming charm, but you still wanted it perfect. Your chalk lines were crisp, your chant steady. Every herb, gem, and drop of oil went into place with deliberate care.

Kol was sprawled on the couch like a bored cat, watching you with half-lidded eyes and a smile that curled at the edges like smoke.

“Little precise, don’t you think?” he drawled, “The spell’s barely more complicated than tying your shoes.”

You didn’t look up. “And yet somehow, you still managed to fuck it up last time.”

“I did not,” Kol said, clearly offended. “It worked just fine.”

“It made your eyebrows fall out, Kol.”

“They grew back.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned forward to adjust the position of a small rose quartz. Kol’s gaze tracked the motion, dark and pleased.

“You’re very sexy when you’re pretending magic is a science,” he murmured, just loud enough for you to hear.

You ignored him. Mostly.

He got up and crouched beside you with a lazy grin. Then, before you could stop him…he flicked one of your precisely placed herbs out of the circle.

“Kol!” you snapped.

“What?” he said, utterly unrepentant. “Doesn’t matter where the rosemary goes.”

“It does if you want the charm to work properly.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said smugly, “watch and learn.”

He muttered the chant under his breath. Half of it slurred, the other half skipped entirely, then he tapped the chalk circle with two fingers. The air shimmered faintly, and the spell completed with a satisfying hum.

You stared…half-annoyed, half-reluctantly impressed.

He looked insufferably pleased with himself. “See?”

You narrowed your eyes. “That’s not how you’re supposed to do it.”

Kol sat back on his heels, and gave you a pointed look. “And yet… I did.”

You sniffed. “You are such a lazy witch.”

The change was instant.

Kol went still.

The amusement in his eyes didn’t vanish, exactly. It just sharpened. Darkened. In that signature Mikaelson way. He tilted his head and looked at you like he just discovered something interesting.

“Is that what you think of me?” he asked, voice low and light.

You smirked, brushing chalk dust from your fingertips. “Only when you act like one.”

His gaze stayed locked on yours. You expected him to laugh, or maybe roll his eyes again. Instead, he stayed crouched beside you, his smirk fading into something more intent.

“Come here,” he said softly.

You blinked. “What?”

“Because,” he murmured, “you’ve got a little something…”

He reached out and brushed your cheek with the pad of his thumb, sweeping away a smudge of chalk. His touch lingered longer than necessary, his fingers slipping just barely into your hair as they fell away.

His expression had shifted, still playful, but quieter now. Fond.

“You’re very beautiful when you’re focused,” he said. “All that effort… just to do things right. It’s sweet.”

The compliment was unexpected. Earnest. Your breath caught a little.

Kol leaned in, pressed a kiss to your cheek. Then another at your jaw. The third landed on your mouth, soft and slow and reverent.

You melted into it, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hand slid behind your head, fingers threading through your hair, deepening the kiss until it pulsed with heat. His lips moved against yours with aching patience, like he could take his time, like he wanted to savor you.

He pulled back just enough to speak, his voice a warm breath against your mouth.

“Now… let me show you what a lazy witch can do.”

You let out a soft giggle, and he stood, tugging you gently up with him. His fingers laced through yours, sure and warm, grounding.

He led you across the flat to the little alcove tucked beside the window. You had filled it together over time, too sentimental to throw anything out. Now it was a riot of cushions, trailing plants, dog-eared grimoires, and half-finished spellwork. It smelled like dried herbs and beeswax and him. A space that belonged to both of you.

Kol sank down into the chaos like he belonged there, then pulled you down with him. You landed with a soft sigh, his body settling over yours, weight pressing you gently into the cushions. You kissed him again, needier this time.

You let him undress you piece by piece. His eyes never left your face, even as his hands explored bare skin, fingers slipping over hips and thighs, reverent in their touch. He kissed your chest, your collarbone, your mouth again, and you melted beneath him, warm and pliant and wanting.

Then he shifted his weight, pulling back just enough to undo his belt. You took the opportunity to tug off his shirt, your hands sliding over the muscles of his back, shoulders, chest. His skin was warm and smooth beneath your palms.

Kol’s eyes went dark as he watched you touch him. That look meant he was about to ruin you in the best possible way.

He slid your panties down and settled between your thighs, fingers tracing slowly up the inside until they reached your core. He slipped one inside, teasingly slow. Your breath caught, and he smiled, pleased.

“So lovely,” he murmured against your neck. “My sweet little witch.”

He kissed the corner of your mouth, then dipped lower. His mouth moved over your breast, tongue circling your nipple. He hummed softly, content, then pulled back. His fingers still worked you with care as his other hand freed himself from his jeans.

His thumb found your clit, moving in slow, steady circles that made your legs twitch and your hips rise, heat building fast and sharp in your belly.

When you were trembling, panting, nearly begging, he pressed the head of his cock against you. Just that, firm and deliberate, making you gasp. Then he eased inside, inch by inch, a slow, dizzying slide that made you cling to his shoulders.

The pace he set was maddening. Deep, unhurried thrusts that rocked you into the cushions, each one dragging pleasure through your core. His mouth stayed on yours, kissing you softly. Your nails scratched at his back, hips rising to meet him, wanting more, needing it.

“Would you look at that,” he murmured, voice thick with amusement. His eyes trailed down your trembling body, landing between your legs where you were joined. “You’re shaking already, sweetheart. Barely even fucked you.”

You whimpered, squirming beneath him, hips twitching upward instinctively to meet his next thrust. But Kol held you down easily, one palm heavy over your stomach, his pace deliberately lazy. Just enough to keep you desperate, not enough to let you fall apart.

“Kol,” you gasped, fingers curling into the sheets. “Please…”

He grinned, tilting his head. “Please what, darling? Use your words.”

“I need more,” you stammered. “Faster. Please…just fuck me.”

Kol slowed even further, hips barely moving now, just the tip of him dragging over your soaked entrance in the most maddening way. You cried out in frustration, hips grinding up helplessly, but he didn’t let you get any real friction.

“Oh no,” he tutted, lips brushing your jaw as he kept you pinned. “darling, you don’t get to call me lazy and then beg for more…If you want it so badly… then move. Show me.”

You blinked up at him, dazed. “What?”

His grip eased just enough to let you move, just barely. “Come on then. Fuck yourself on my cock. Prove how needy you are.”

The humiliation hit hot and sharp. You bit your lip, face burning, but the need won out. Slowly, shyly, you began to rock your hips upward, the small motions making his cock slide just slightly in and out. It felt incredible, sharp, hot pleasure blooming low in your belly, making your eyes flutter closed and your mouth fall open.

Kol let out a low, satisfied hum. His hands stayed firm on your thighs, but he didn’t help, not yet. Just watched with wicked delight. “Look at you,” he said, voice thick with amusement. “Working so hard for it. Desperate little thing, fucking yourself under me like that.”

The sound of his voice, dirty, smug, laced with a teasing kind of affection, made you shiver. You whimpered, hips rolling faster now, trying to take more of him, to make the friction hit just right.

“Fuck, yes, Kol,” you gasped, frustration bleeding into your tone as your movements turned frantic. You were chasing it now, that unbearable pleasure just out of reach. “Please, I need you, please help me.”

He raised a brow, grinning down at you. “Help you?” he repeated, mockingly thoughtful. “Hmm. I don’t know. You’re doing such a good job making a mess all by yourself.” He leaned in closer, mouth brushing your cheek. “Your pretty little cunt grips me when you beg. Absolutely starving for it, aren’t you?”

You moaned loud and broken, nearly sobbing from the intensity. Your hips jolted in short, desperate motions, your pussy clenching around him, soaked and needy. Your legs trembled in his grip, knees pressed tight to your chest, trying to find a good rhythm.

“Kol, fuck, please,” you babbled helplessly, your voice cracking. “I can’t, I can’t come like this, I need you…”

His gaze darkened, his smirk sharp and feral. He tilted his head, pretending to consider. “You’re lucky you’re cute when you beg.”

Then, finally, he thrust forward. A single, hard roll of his hips that pressed him deep until you gasped and arched off the bed with a broken sound.

“There we go,” Kol purred, tone still teasing but darker now, need threading through every word. “Was that it? Is this what my greedy little darling wanted? For me to fuck her properly?”

Your mind was blank, all rational thought gone, replaced with nothing but desperate, mindless need. Kol set a brutal pace, pounding into you again and again. The angle making you feel it everywhere, pleasure sparking across your entire body. His hands gripped your hips hard, pulling you against him. You were both gasping, panting, the filthy sound of his cock sliding into you wet and messy and perfect. Your cries grew louder, sharper, and he just laughed, low and delighted, like this was the best game he'd ever played.

“Look at you,” he breathed, voice ragged with pleasure. “You were so shy a minute ago, now you’re dripping down my cock like you’ve got something to prove.”

Your nails dug into his forearms, your body arching helplessly beneath his, the rhythm of his thrusts punching little moans out of you with every snap of his hips.

“You’re going to come for me,” he said, cocky and certain. “Aren’t you, sweetheart?”

You couldn’t even speak. Just nodded frantically, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes.

Kol leaned in and kissed one of them from your cheek, then grinned against your skin. “That’s my girl.”

He shifted his angle just slightly, hitting that spot that made your entire body jolt. “There it is,” he whispered.

Your orgasm hit hard and fast and overwhelming. You sobbed out his name, your whole body locking up, then trembling violently as you clenched around him, slick and soaking and undone.

Kol groaned low, hips stuttering once, twice, before he buried himself deep and came with a sound that was more growl than breath. He pressed his forehead to yours, panting, then huffed a breathless laugh.

“You’re gonna kill me one day,” he muttered, then kissed you like he didn’t mind at all.

Your laugh was shaky, your breath still coming in short, heavy pants as your body slowly relaxed beneath him. Kol pressed gentle, lingering kisses to your mouth, your cheek, your jaw…each one soothing, bringing you back down gently.

“You alright?” he murmured softly, stroking his thumb affectionately over your cheek.

“Mhm,” you sighed, smiling as you looked up into his face, still flushed and smug. “Though, for the record, you’re still a lazy witch.”

Kol raised an eyebrow, a glint of mischief returning to his eyes. He leaned back slightly, tracing a casual pattern through the air with his fingers. “Lazy, am I?” he asked playfully.

You frowned slightly, suspicious. “Kol, what are you…?”

The air shimmered faintly around you both, suddenly heavy and charged. Your heart skipped as Kol’s smirk deepened, eyes glittering with intent.

Your breath caught. “Wait…”

A wave of warm, tingling magic flooded your body, pleasure rolling gently but insistently through every nerve. It surged, grew sharper, deeper, until your body arched up from the cushions with a gasp, overwhelmed by the intensity.

Kol grinned, slowly kissing his way down your body, lingering here and there, teasing each sensitive spot. Your body trembled, hips shifting instinctively toward his touch, but his hands held you steady, firm but gentle.

Kol hummed against your stomach, pleased by your reaction. “See? That wasn’t lazy,” he said, voice dark and smoky and smug. “That was improvisation. I figured my girl deserved something special.”

He ducked lower, kissing the inside of your thigh, sending another shudder rippling through you. You moaned softly, head falling back against the cushions, legs shaking beneath his careful touch.

Kol settled comfortably between your legs, smirking up at you before lowering his mouth slowly to your soaking cunt, breath warm against your skin.

“Now,” he murmured teasingly, “let’s see how many more you can handle.”

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t33nspirtit · 6 months ago

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I got bored and decided to decipher Rodrick Heffley's music taste to close this years-long debate once and for all.

This post will be on the lengthier side, but a TLDR is attached at the end of the post if you want the basic cliff-notes.

Disclaimer: this is a dissection of the film adaptation of Rodrick rather than his source material counterpart. Comparisons to the books are welcome but irrelevant to this analysis.

Soundtrack

During the roller-rink scene in the opening of Rodrick Rules, Rodrick and Bill take over the DJ table to sabotage Greg's moves on Holly. The song they play is "Cut Throat" by the all-female heavy metal band, Kittie. Aside from Löded Diper's music, this is the only song in the series explicitly used to establish Rodrick's music taste.

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However, there's many songs off of the Rodrick Rules soundtrack alone that can be reasonably assumed to fit his music profile as well — for example, those used during the party sequence.

I wouldn't doubt if one or two tracks were intended solely as crowd pleasers, but let's not rule out the entire playlist.

In order of appearance, Rodrick's party mix includes: "Heart Heart Heartbreak" by Boys Like Girls, "Electric (feat. Miss Amani)" by The DNC, "Wait Up (Boots of Danger)" by Tokyo Police Club, "Shake" by Bikini Machine, "Move Like This" by Hammerwax, and "Jump In The Line" by Karl Zéro & The Wailers.

There's additionally three other, albeit more subtle, uses of background music to nod toward Rodrick's preferences.

The first instance is during the scene in Rodrick Rules in which Greg confides in Rodrick about his embarrassment from his failed "100 Years Ago" assignment. It's so quiet that it's easy to miss without a keen ear, but "Light Love" by Free Energy plays in the background, mixed to fit in with the ambience of Rodrick's bedroom.

The second is directly before the Löded Diper band rehearsal scene (somebody farted btw), in which Frank pulls into the Heffleys' driveway. "Rock and Roll Slob" by The Boneless Ones can be heard from the garage, once again mixed as part of the ambience.

The third again utilizes The Boneless Ones' discography, and is inserted during the opening sequence of Dog Days at the municipal pool. Rodrick explains it's "time to sell some CDs" for Löded Diper, and turns on his boombox (more on this later), blaring "Miss Fresno."

With the last two points in mind, one can assume the film universe is some twisted version where Löded Diper originally wrote and performed The Boneless Ones' discography (or something closely resembling it).

Band Tees

Rodrick mostly wears seemingly thrifted or upcycled shirts and graphic tees with witty/edgy prints, but there are outliers at times. For example, there's not one, not two, but potentially so much as five moments in Dog Days that he's seen wearing merch from Dead Kennedys, The Who, and Ramones.

While most of his band tees simply include the band's logo or iconography, the latter design takes it a step further by being specific to a particular song title: "Rock 'n' Roll High School" by Ramones.

There's another moment which this may be the case, but it's purely speculative on my end. The Ramones also have a song named "I Don't Care," which is a phrase featured on one of Rodrick's shirts. It's not an explicit reference, but likely a reference nonetheless.

Room Posters

Guns N' Roses, Brutal Truth (Evolution Through Revolution), Stars (The Five Ghosts), Buried Inside (Spoils of Failure), and Decibel are the most notable.

I assume Decibel is in relation to the 70's/80's Italian punk rock band, although I can't find any association between them and this particular artwork. If not connected to them, there's a possibility it may be to the metal magazine of the same name, but I have my doubts.

In this image giving an alternate perspective to Rodrick's room, just off-screen is a Metallica poster, based on the stylization of the ending A. Beside it is a Hanson Brothers poster, which was later replaced in Rodrick Rules with a duplicate of the Stars poster for some reason.

Among his collage of Löded Diper flyers, there's Danny Echo posters as well as Denounce and Billy Talent stickers receiving the Hidden Mickey treatment (also a cameo from the iconic cheeseburger phone on the table).

Of course, there are many other pieces of memorabilia scattered across Rodrick's room, but several of them are blurry from the camera's depth of field or are seen at angles which make them difficult to read or for reverse image sites to identify. So for now, this is the best possible analysis of Rodrick's room in regards to music.

Miscellaneous

An easy-to-miss detail lies in the infamous Löded Diper van. Within the final few moments of Rodrick Rules as Rodrick drops Greg off at school (01:31:52), there's a semi-clear shot of the van's dashboard. On it are a set of stickers, including one referencing Huevos Rancheros, an instrumental rock-and-roll group from Canada.

In Dog Days, Rodrick brings a personal boombox with him to the municipal pool. Along the top is a large sticker for Street Machine, a Czech hardcore/metal band.

Cut Content

In the second studio draft of Diary of a Wimpy Kid, on page 23, scene 43, more of Rodrick's favorite artists are revealed.

The nature of this may be written off as not canon, as it was added into the script while it was still a work in progress and the posters themselves didn't make it into the final product.

What sells it to me as remaining "silent" canon though is that TOOL and Slipknot are often lumped together with Kittie (previously mentioned) as they share an overlapping fanbase. This was more prevalent during the early 2000's within the mall goth subculture, but it's remained fairly consistent for other variants of metalheads over the years too.

TLDR

To recap, the various genres across all of the bands Rodrick is canonically into include indie rock, pop rock, punk rock, hardcore punk, hard rock, industrial, thrash metal, heavy metal, nu metal, death metal, sludge metal, and grindcore.

His musical preferences are punk, rock, and metal-centric but quite broad and inclusive of countries of origin and lesser-known underground artists (some don't break even 100 monthly listeners on Spotify). This leaves the door open for endless possibilities in terms of headcanons.

He's not emo despite popular fan belief, but I still think there's a chance some of his musical leanings could cross over with bands considered emo adjacent for their presence in the community. August Burns Red and The Devil Wears Prada come to mind with his music taste accounted for, but that's just my headcanon.

EDIT: 9/9/24

I've since made two Spotify playlists from my findings: one being what I imagine would be Rodrick's regular rotation, and the other being an extension of his party mix. I feel I've channeled him well, since a lot of his music taste is basically mine circa 2008/2009.

If you've read this far, thank you so much for your patience, and I appreciate any and all interactions left on this post. Happy listening!! <333

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