#“i was told i was not allowed to wear jeans” “stop whining and pre-heat the oven”

[ilianitta]

albert broke up with veronica for buck... a lot to think about

[cockasinthebird]

So so so long ago, I told the dearest @opaldraws that I would write her a fic for her Instagram Steve au, which is one of my favourite aus because he so would have a huge following and post gorgeous lavish pics of himself with all that his parents’ money can buy, and I did start writing it! Only it took me, say, half a year or more to finish it??

So here you go! To Opal and every other reader, I hope you enjoy!

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His oversized shirt a dusty rosa, fuzzy and just a bit too long in the sleeves, the neck of it slipping down to expose moles dotting one shoulder. Skinny jeans in a light denim hug his legs like they were sewn for him specifically, it’s a wonder to behold. 

Steve is warm and cozy inside, lying down on a daybed, surrounded by pillows, posing in front of large windows peering out onto the frozen forest, barren and covered in snow. Hawkins is brutally cold during the winters; so unforgiving that the photo shoots they do outside are thankfully scarce, even though Steve would work himself sick with a cold.

If it wasn’t for Billy and his stern insistence, Steve would have gotten frostbite seven times already this winter daring to wear just too little for the sake of fashion and aesthetic. Anything for his 800k followers.

But all his adoring boyfriend can really do most of the time is stand behind the camera and appreciate all of Steve’s gorgeous self with an all too satisfied sigh, as Steve glances over his shoulder at the camera, lashes done up with just a gentle hint of mascara, hearts scattered like freckles across his nose and cheeks. 

Valentines is two weeks away by now, and Steve wants to show off and inspire some date looks, soft and delicate and beautiful. He never does anything with his hair, really, everyone already so jealous of the phenomenal floof of it that he wouldn’t ever dream of changing it now - the pastel aesthetic and his hair is practically his entire brand!

He poses on his stomach with his legs bent, feet kicking in the air, sleeves pulled over his hands as he smiles coyly.

Then he’s on his side, chest turned towards the camera, one leg bent with an arm draped over it, face turned away to give the perfect profile. 

And then he’s on his back, head hanging over the foot end of the daybed, hair just grazing the floor as he looks directly into the camera, eyes big and brown.

Just like Bambi, is the oft used comparison by Billy, and even if this is slightly boring, he can’t help but smile at how utterly beautiful his boyfriend is.

He stays kneeling there, even as he lowers the phone to meet with Steve’s gaze directly, and all the same, Steve stays hanging there, smiling at the way Billy stares with adoration.

“What?” he huffs incredulously.

Billy doesn’t find words to respond right away, he’s always more adept with action instead, and moves in to kiss those perfect lips, so soft and pink, both of them smiling into the embrace, Billy’s hands smoothing across Steve’s cheeks, careful as to not ruin the makeup. 

“I just… love you,” Billy hums with closed eyes, not giving Steve time to miss him.

And Steve laughs again - a sound so blithe and full of joy it’s invigorating and humbling. He reaches up to run his fingers down Billy’s golden curls, raking painted nails across his scalp and tugs there gently till he receives a delighted groan.

At the parting of lips, Steve dives in with his tongue, meeting Billy’s in a lackadaisical sense that urges forth affable moans from both, heat surging up and down Steve’s splayed out shape with every salacious little noise.

“Mmmh, ah… are you- are you done?” Billy whispers, travels away from lips to kiss along Steve’s freshly shaved jawline.

There’s no immediate response as Steve stays still, enjoying the praising kisses like gentle butterflies. He eventually grabs Billy by the sides of his face to guide him away, letting their eyes meet, staying there for seconds too long, admiring the ocean view; crystal clear waters brimming with love.

“Just getting started,” he chuckles once more, but the intent of it this time far more salacious, and Billy’s quick to catch on to that.

Steve rolls around in a rush and gets up on all fours, back arched beautifully, the large sweater hanging loose off of him. He bats his lashes at Billy, who can’t help the insanely cheesy grin spreading from ear to ear, before reaching down to yank at the belt loops of Billy’s jeans, beckoning him to stand up.

And Billy would never dream of not giving his princess what he wants, getting up on his feet only to bring his half hard cock straight into Steve’s eyesight.

A pleased hum roams around Steve’s chest as he slowly undoes Billy’s belt, gazing up with a sly little smirk as he pops free the button and lets the zipper run loose. When fingers curl around the denim to pull down his pants, Billy himself grabs the hem of his shirt and throws it over his head and away, never-minding where it might land since literally nothing else matters right now other than the way Steve’s licking his lips.

“Look so good for me, sweetheart,” Billy coos and gently pushes away the few locks that obscures Steve’s pretty face. “Gorgeous.”

He knows that that’s all Steve wants to hear - that he’s pretty and beautiful and gorgeous and attractive and desired, and Billy knows that flattery will get him everywhere, but even if he sought no boon, he’d still spend every single day of his life praising his boyfriend endlessly, and he plans on doing just that till there’s no more breath in his lungs.

But right now it proves most helpful in urging Steve on, leading him to run his open mouth along the thick outline of Billy’s trapped cock, tongue out to wet the fabric of his black trunks, up to the tip where he nibbles with lips around the head, lapping at where pre cum stains.

The euphoric sensation can be heard in Billy’s stuttering breath, seen in the manner his abs twitch with restraint, felt by the hand tugging in dark locks of hair.

Steve teases the elastic band of Billy’s underwear as he moves further up, dipping his fingers in and running them around the waist, lips just inches above to kiss the warm and taut skin. At an all too torturous pace he pulls down the fabric just enough to expose Billy’s flushed and steely cock, Steve’s lustful gaze following a throbbing vein from the shiny head to the waxed base.

He leans in to press his nose against the fresh skin, inhaling the musky scent deeply, planting wet kisses on every inch within reach, and finally wraps his fingers around Billy’s all too eager erection, the blushing bride nail-polish pairing well with the red of his hard cock.

“Stevie…” Billy breathes his name reverently, filled with lust and devotion, hands petting soft hair.

And Steve gazes up through his lashes at the amorous whisper of his name, taking in how intently Billy watches his every movement. Eyes locked together like this, Steve slips out his tongue to wet his lips till they’re shiny and slick with spit, then presses it flat against the side of Billy’s girthy cock, licking the entire length of it, all the while admiring how his boyfriend gasps and moans at the sight of a most salacious display.

“Fuck, baby,” his voice airy with anticipation.

The hand around him squeezes gently and he can’t help the inevitable thrust as his body seeks more friction. Just so, Steve can’t help the self-satisfied and amused little hum either, mouth vibrating against the veiny shaft, which only worsens the situation for Billy even more as he practically whines,

“Shit, pretty boy, please.”

“Well…” Steve muses and runs the tip of his tongue over Billy’s leaking slit, slow and agonizing, treasuring the salty taste of him. “You did say please.”

He slathers up his lips with spit before closing them around the blunt head, pressing it up against his palate as he sinks all the way down to the base, sloppy in the way he massages every inch of hard flesh with his tongue, eyes fluttering closed as Billy reaches the back of his throat.

Steve revels in every single sound Billy let’s out, the drawn out notes of pleasure.

“God, ahh…”

With hollow cheeks he moves back to the head, tongue swirling around like he’s enjoying a lollipop, fingers back around the now shiny shaft to stroke all of his length that isn’t inside Steve’s mouth. Fast then slow, the pressure perfected in a way that proves just how often he’s done this. He drinks up every spurt of pre, twisting and turning his head in tact with his hand, allowing the occasional thrusts Billy can’t hold back.

Until fingers pull at his hair; hard and earnest enough to make Steve stop and move off, looking up at Billy with red and shiny lips, well used and oh so pretty, oh so enticing. He lets himself be guided up on his knees, meeting Billy where he bends over to kiss him, hungrily tasting how exquisite his own pre and Steve’s spit mixes sweetly together, thumb smoothing over his cheeks and down to drag at Steve’s chin, opening up his mouth to let Billy lick into his heat, suck on his tongue and lightly nibble at his swollen lip.

“Fuck, sweetcheeks,” Billy breathes out and presses their foreheads together, “I wanna cum in you so bad.”

A delighted hum bubbles forth from Steve’s chest and out through the warmest smile any one human can manage, and oh how pleasant it sounds when he says, “Go get the lube, then.”

Billy kisses his forehead once, twice, thrice before awkwardly waddling towards the doorway, struggling to step out of his jeans, then whipping around so fast his mullet snaps in the air.

“Don’t… get undressed without me…” he says most ardently with a raised finger for emphasis.

And before Steve even gets to answer, Billy’s pantsless; hurrying through the hallway, heading for the stairs and leaving behind a trail of his boxers and socks. It’s nice to know how comfortable he is here in Steve’s house, no parents around, no siblings or kids. Just the two of them in solitude together.

He can be heard upstairs, running with heavy feet from the stairs and into Steve’s bedroom, to the bedside table where he finds the bottle immediately, then runs back the same way he came from, till he’s standing once more in the doorway to the conservatory, in such record time he should maybe consider joining the track team come summer.

Slightly affected by running, he breathes out heavily, “Now… do continue…”

Steve’s smile goes wide, feels it burn in his cheeks as he leans down to yank off his socks, balls them up together and throws them at where Billy stands and receives a laugh in return of that.

“You’re impossible,” he says lowly and with a slight roll of the eyes, but Steve’s quick to bring a finger up to his lips and make a shushing sound.

Next the zipper runs free and Steve sits back down on the daybed to pull the skinny jeans off in a rather awkward manner, almost as if he’s vaguely refusing to give Billy exactly what he wants, but it seems inevitable when Steve then gathers his legs closed, the oversized knit sweater pooling slightly around where he’s seated, giving the illusion that he’s wearing nothing else, a shoulder still peeking out. 

Billy’s gaze travels up Steve’s bare legs to where moles vanish beneath the rosa fabric, and when their eyes meet, heat clashes together between them with unspoken intentions.

Steve only breaks eye contact to look down at where Billy now starts slowly stroking himself, and he bites his lip at the sight of it, veiny and wet, electric lust coursing through him and down. Down to where he’s been oh so needy and hard for far too long now. And as he leans back, supporting himself with one hand on the daybed, he reaches for the hemline of his sweater, keeps his lip caught between teeth, eyes heavy and sensual as he watches Billy licking his lips in anticipation.

So simple in truth, when Steve lifts up his shirt just enough to give Billy a clear view of his lengthy dick, the outline of it perfect in white briefs, a wet spot forming at the head. Even from here Steve can hear the way Billy’s breath shudders, can hear how he pants and exhales.

“God, Bambi, what’d I ever do to deserve you?”

That gentle praise is all Steve needs, to be told he’s something to be deserved, something holy maybe, cherished and desired to a point where people can’t function. It’s like magic, and it works all those wonders, too, as proven by how Steve spreads his legs and lifts the shirt even higher, up and up till he pulls it over his head, ruffling his hair, but that doesn’t matter right now.

All that matters is Steve giving Billy what he wants, and Billy giving Steve what he needs.

Billy approaches him slowly, suddenly not finding urgency of importance, to then kneel before Steve like one would at a shrine. Kissing firmly with devotion he travels up the inside of pale thighs, giving attention to every mole in his path till he’s met with the leg of white trunks.

Much to Steve’s irritation, Billy skips right past the entire area covered still in cloth, and continues from where the elastic waistband hugs tightly, kissing his way across Steve’s abs, his pecs, collarbone, neck, chin, and instinctively Steve lets his mouth slip open as Billy’s tongue glides across his lower lip before dipping into a sweet and ardent kiss.

In the same moment of such pure infatuation as is found in between their lips, Billy’s fingers hook themselves on the border of Steve’s trunks, whom in turn lifts up his ass to allow for the elastic band to smoothly slip past and down his thighs, his wettened dick hitting his stomach with a lucid slap.

Billy breaks away for them both to gasp for air, to look down at where Steve is drenched in pre.

“So wet for me, princess,” he drawls alluringly, bringing one hand to wrap his fingers gently around Steve’s hardened flesh.

“Mmhm, fuck, Billy…” Steve coos in tact with the slow stroking of his cock, fighting the urge to thrust into the temperate fist, each jerk sending sparks up his spine, causing his thighs to shake.

And Billy kisses the euphoric furrow between Steve’s brows, his flushed cheeks, the moles there, his jaw, down the slope of his neck to bury his nose in the crook and inhales the lingering scent from his honey body wash.

Steve’s head falls back with whines and whimpers at the near lackadaisical stroking, far too little friction, agonizing, lovely. He tilts his head aside and brings a hand up to guide Billy till their lips meet, sloppy and loose kisses as Steve whispers most pathetically,

“Please, don’t tease me like this, Billy, I need you…”

“Then let me take care of you,” says Billy as he leans away to meet with Steve’s gaze, who nods with a sigh.

It’s a bit of a mess really, getting comfortable on the daybed that’s barely long enough for one adult to lay there, then with a billion pillows as well that spill onto the floor as Steve shoves them away to lay down flat against the cushioned seating. There’s limbs everywhere and a near kick to Billy’s face as they settle with him kneeling between Steve’s legs, but it’s all with a good laugh and wide smiles as nothing can truly deter their drive to be brought together like this.

“So gorgeous like this, sweet stuff, all for me,” Billy drawls, voice thick with how possessive he truly is. 

Steve’s thighs fall further apart at that; how easy he is when subjected to Billy’s heated gaze that promises him everything, that lustful tongue that swipes across his lips, the hand smoothly slipping down the inside of his thigh, palm heavy and burning, inching closer and closer to where Steve is suddenly so starved.

The lube that gets drizzled onto Billy’s fingers is cold when pressed against Steve’s entrance, sending a wave of goosebumps up his thighs, eliciting a little shocked inhale from above.

“Cold?” Billy asks with a well humoured huff as he looks up.

“Cold,” Steve says like it’s an important statement, yet he can’t help but to smile at the way Billy chuckles lightly.

And when Billy kisses Steve’s inner thigh all apologetic, he can only hum pleasantly, and when the tip of a digit goes in, moan. He drops his head back and onto a pillow as Billy continues to move his finger deeper and deeper, down to the knuckle just to pull out again without pause, setting a gentle and slow pace of thrusting his middle finger in and out of Steve’s lubed up, clenching hole.

“Mmh, ahh,” Steve breathes out loud as he melts like butter, mixing with the way Billy kisses soothingly up and down his thigh.

It doesn’t take long before Billy’s confident that Steve can take another digit, and is proven right with the, “Yes, God,” that spills from parted lips with a satisfied sigh. Billy loves watching how easily his fingers slide in and out, loves listening to the moans that grow louder when he curls the two fingers inside, loves feeling how Steve’s body tightens around him whenever he finds that bundle of nerves and presses against it. How Steve’s entire body writhes in the pleasure of it, moving to seek more, as if he’s in charge here.

“Please,” he pleads.

“That feel good?” Billy asks with a smug grin pressed against soft skin, looking up in hopes of catching how Steve’s face crumbles as he begs.

The answer is a short, airy, “Yes,” as if longer words would steal from his moaning and keening.

He doesn’t get a third finger before Billy’s already lubing his girthy cock up, because he knows how Steve wants it; how he loves the slight burn as his body stretches around his boyfriend’s width. And in true fashion of that, Steve gasps almost ecstatically as Billy lines up the tip of his fat prick with Steve’s clenching, tight hole.

“God, please, yes Billy-” he rambles out until Billy starts pushing in and his words are abruptly discontinued to instead allow a loud and euphoric moan freedom.

Billy inches closer and closer as he stays on his knees, the daybed just the perfect height for such a salacious affair, like it was bought subconsciously for a good and thorough fucking. And lucky for them how alone and quiet it is out here, for surely everyone in Hawkins would hear how vocal Steve is when he gets pounded in bed, how he can’t shut up even now as Billy’s just about bottoming out, groaning at how Steve clenches hungrily around the base of his cock.

How beautifully Steve’s back arches as his body trembles, a hand up to grasp at Billy’s shoulder, his face buried in brown hair and soft pillows, from where he pants breathlessly as he adjusts to the welcome intrusion.

It’s all too tempting to just bend down and kiss up along Steve’s pale stomach, lick a heavy tongue across perky nipples that can be felt in the way his body twitches and his breath stutters, nibble gently at his jaw once more, before whispering out,

“You fit me so well, Bambi, like your body was made for me to love.”

At that, Steve turns his head to catch the awe and adoration in those crystal clear eyes, but as Billy pulls out just to thrust back in, his eyes screw shut with exhilaration once more, a loud, “Fuck,” escaping.

Billy grunts as he speeds up to feed the urgent need they both give voice to. But it’s not enough. Not enough until Billy climbs onto the plushy bench, pushing Steve up higher till they’re both fully up on the daybed with those long legs tied around tan hips. 

With an iron grip on the frame above Steve’s head, Billy uses the leverage to slam into his boyfriend’s craving hole, skin growing sweaty as it slaps together between them, his other hand down by a hip to guide their bodies together.

Between curses Billy can’t help to let out sweet honey, too, “God you’re so good to me, baby, sounding like an angel choir when I fuck you like this.”

Steve’s hands both immediately land on either side of Billy’s head and pull him into a kiss brimming with love and desire. “I love you,” he speaks softly, like it’s his most cherished truth, “I love you Billy.”

And Billy can’t help the chuckle that brushes against Steve’s lips between kisses, as hearing this still shocks him, even after years of dating and having sex. It’s astonishing that someone this beautiful and magnificent can’t love a beast like himself.

He curls around Steve; wrapping both his arms around his back as he draws them both nearer, balanced together on the far too small daybed that creaks beneath their shared weight.

“Love how strong you are,” Steve whispers as he kisses Billy’s temple, his hand brushing through golden locks. It’s almost impressive how sturdy his words seem when he’s an otherwise whining mess of ecstasy and blithe curses. “Love how good you feel inside of me, ah-”

Billy keeps his nose pressed against Steve’s neck, breathing in how appetising sweat and body-wash mixes. Every single word pushes him closer to the edge, makes his hips buck and dick pulsate.

“I’m close,” he murmurs between kisses.

“M-me too, oh fuck, please, harder,” it spills from delicious lips and into Billy’s ear.

And who is he not to oblige such obscene pleas. With his knees firmly planted on the cushions, and at a pace that will leave him sore tomorrow, Billy gives his most beloved all that he can, the blunt head of his cock near bullying that golden bundle of nerves buried deep inside of Steve, who in turn can only cry blissfully.

It doesn’t take long before he’s cumming loud and ruthlessly, covering them both in hot white, his entire body tensing up to a point where he’s ardently milking Billy’s cock for all it’s worth, as he cums shortly after with groans and thrusts that slaps so hard it leaves Steve’s cheeks red with abuse.

It’s a short moment filled with warm explosions like fireworks as he pumps his remaining energy deep inside of his boyfriend’s ass, hugging him dearly till there’s no other sound that their laboured breaths.

Moments pass before Steve’s the first one to speak,

“I’m gonna be so sore in an hour after this.”

“Promise I’ll kiss it better,” Billy chuckles out and kisses Steve’s shoulder.

“You better,” comes the response and they both laugh joyfully at that, because yes, Billy is absolutely going to make Steve feel all better again soon.

[comeonfuckmeemoboy]

PROBLEMS

Sirius Black x Remus Lupin Smut

Warnings: smut below the cut ;), malexmale, dom!Sirius (cause Sirius as a bottom is so overused), under-age drinking, smoking, drunk!Remus, drunk!Sirius, also don't judge this is my first smut and though I'm far from a virgin I'm very slightly female, that's about it me thinks

Idfk how many words this is

It's been weeks since Sirius and Remus broke up, but when a drunk Rem confesses something he shouldn't have, Sirius takes his chance.

(Fuck if my dad sees this when he checks my phone :( )

Look it's 1am and I could do with some sleep so ignore any typos, spacing errors and the word 'appendage' I'm sure I wrote somewhere.

Fuck I'm going to hell

My gran is turning in her grave rn

Sirius Black couldn't breathe. It felt like his heart had seized beating the moment he laid eyes on his ex drunkenly dancing along to some Queen song in the middle of the common room. He had no idea what alcohol the boy had been drinking, but by the colour of the dark liquid in his glass, he'd take a wild guess at Cola and whiskey. 

Remus didn't know what the hell he was doing. Why was he so drunk and why in the name of the devil was Sirius Black staring at him as though he wanted to strip him from his clothes and take him right there in the common room. Remus' heart leapt when he caught sight of the taller boy making his way towards him.

"What are you drinking?" Sirius asked casually, nose wrinkling at the scent of vodka and wine covering the boy in front of him.

"Coke." He replies, gently pulling on the ring in his lip with his teeth.

"You don't like coke."

"I do when it's mixed with Jack. Then it's nice." The short boy replied, taking a drag from the cigarette clutched in his fingers. He delicately blows the smoke off to one side, sipping on the alcoholic beverage in front of him.

"You shouldn't drink whiskey. You know how pissed you get." Sirius reminded.

"Why would you care?" Remus asked.

"Just because we broke up, doesn't mean I don't care about you. We had something, you can't deny that."

The other boy snorted derisively.

"Why are you drinking anyway?"

"Because I love you and you don't so this is how I cope. I ain't trynna think about the world, I've got way too many problems."

Sirius moved his hand as if the touch the other boys face, but pulled his arm back at the last second.

"Point proven. You won't even touch me." The younger boy raised an eyebrow and stubbed out his cigarette, making a move as if to walk away.

"You think I don't love you?" Sirius asked, grabbing the man's wrist.

"Look we've been here before, I can tell when you're lying."

"I'm not lying."

"Prove it."

Sirius pulled the smaller boy back to him, carding his hands into his hair, and furiously pressed their lips together. Remus gasped at the sudden action, his lips parting, allowing Sirius to slip his tongue inside. Neither of them knew how long they were stood there in the middle of all the dancers, tongues fighting for control and lips dancing together in a passionate display, but to them both it felt like a century. When Lupin finally pulls himself away, he places his glass down on a side table near them and reconnects their lips, fingers pulling gently on the small hairs at the back of Sirius' neck, eliciting a groan from the older boy.

The contrast between the cold of the silver metal ring and the burning heat of Remus' lips caused a throb to Sirius' cock. Remus suddenly pulls away, pulling Sirius upstairs.

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Sirius pushed Remus up against the wall in their shared dorm and Remus found his lungs airless again, his hands pulling at Sirius’ hips, fingers dipping between the waistband of his jeans.

The kiss moved from lips to Remus' neck, Sirius sucking and pulling on the skin roughly, raising purple marks over his lovers neck. He just couldn't get enough of the moans erupting from Remus every time his teeth grazed the sensitive skin of his jaw.

"Pads, I need you." He whined, head thrown back against the wall, eyeliner smudged and beginning to run and lips swollen. His back arched into Sirius' chest, dick rock hard in his pants and pushing onto the other boys jean clad thighs, desperate for some sort of relief.

"Shirt off." Sirius commands, pulling back and practically ripping his own top off, revealing his toned abs and defined V-line for Remus to drool over. He unbuttons the shirt he's wearing throwing it to the ground and pulling Sirius down onto the closest bed, his arms being forced above his head.

"You're all mine Lupin. Always gonna be just mine." The gravelly tone in Sirius voice sends a throb to Remus clothed cock, the appendage hardening with every gentle kiss, every light roll of his hips.

Remus struggles to free his hands, but finally achieves it, pushing down his trousers and boxers. His member springs up and hits his stomach, the angry red tip oozing pre-come. Sirius' hand moves down and circles the head, his fist smoothing over the hard flesh.

"Aww baby. Are you this hard for me?"

"Yeah... yes only you."

"How pathetic." Sirius snarls, his hand moving faster, forcing the other boy right to the edge. "You gonna come for me?"

"Oh god!" He thinks he hears Remus groan, but it sounds unintelligible. The bordering pornographic moan that forces it's way from Remus' throat as Sirius drops down to his knees and takes his dick into his mouth almost has the older boy erupting into his boxers.

"Holy shit, Sirius. Don't stop." Remus yells, hands coming down to tangle in Sirius' hair and legs shaking with the effort to not explode down his throat.

"Come for me baby." Are the words that push Remus over the edge, abdomen clenching and things shaking as he releases onto Sirius' tongue. The werewolf collapses back, catching his breath. When his heartbeat has returned to something resembling normal, he rolls over, ass up in the air and face resting on his hands.

"You gonna fuck me pretty boy?" Remus asks, eyes a bloodshot mess.

"Fuck yes." Sirius smirks, opening his mouth and letting a line of saliva drop onto the other boys hole. He unzips his jeans, pushing them down, but not fully off and begins palming himself over his boxers.

"Hurry up then." Remus whines.

"Patience darling." Sirius replies, slipping on a condom and smearing lube over himself.

He lines himself up and pushes in, grabbing Remus' hands and holding them behind his back with one of his own, the other holding his hip with a bruising grip.

It doesn't take long for either boy to climax again, especially when Sirius reaches round and starts tugging on Remus' dick.

After both boys have caught their breaths, Remus curled up into Sirius' side under the blankets.

"You know, when I told you to prove it, I didn't expect anything remotely this nice." Remus smiles.

"You and that smart mouth Remmy."

"Wait, isn't this James' bed?"

Sirius snorts and presses a kiss to the short boys forehead.

"I won't tell him if you won't."

@thotbutpurple

For you baby 💕

[utterlyinevitable]

Carnival

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Rebecca Lao) Word Count: 2.5k Warning: fluff and a few curse words (and PINING!)   Summary: There’s a carnival down by the bay and Becca ditches her friends to spend her special day with Ethan. This takes place during OHSY. 

A/N: As always thanks to @aylamwrites​ for pre-reading. Also sorry this has taken so long, anon! Hope you’re happy with it 😬

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It was a warm summer day and the gang of residents finally had a Sunday off together in what felt like months. Elijah, Jackie, Sienna, Becca, Bryce and Kyra were all sprawled around the living room of the former four’s apartment, their skin itching with heat.

“I’m going to die if we don’t get the A.C. fixed,“ Becca groaned from the wooden floor.

“I called Farley,” Sienna noted from the corner of the couch. “He said someone’s coming Monday morning.“

Bryce whined, “But it’s 90 degrees today!” He was parallel to Becca, cuddling his discarded shirt as a pillow.  

“Don’t you have your own place?“ Jackie retorted. 

Bryce reached over to pat Becca’s stomach and responded, “I’d choose sweating my balls off with my best pal over me-time any day.“

Jackie squinted her eyes, still not too sure of the dynamic between The B’s. 

Elijah was scrolling through Pictagram when he piped in, “Guys, did you know there’s a carnival in Charlestown?”  

The friends responded with mixed grumbles of “no”, “really?”, and one “aren’t we too old for rides?”. 

“Says there’s a beer garden, and it’s by the water,” he added in hopes of coaxing his friends into a little adventure. 

It was a unanimous decision for the residents to leave the uncomfortable heat of the apartment and head to the park. The carnival was down by the bay and in support of the Boston Historical Society. The group circled the grounds twice, taking time to play one of those water racing games and sample all that the best food trucks Boston have to offer. 

The tap stall was by far their favorite. The gray truck was home to six different beers and even had a game bolted to the passenger side. If you managed to get all 3 rings on the vertically hanging and impossibly tiny peg, you got a free pint and a commemorative mug. Bryce managed to win free pints for himself, Becca and Kyra - although Kyra used the cancer card when the last ring spun along the peg tantalizingly slowly before falling off the side. Bryce shot her a disapproving look as Kyra accepted the free drink. The three winners stood by while Jackie fought with the worker about how this game was completely rigged, so desperately wanting a win and free beer. 

Filling up her second mug as she waited, Becca snapped a commemorative photo of her day drunk state with Bryce’s megawatt smile and wink photobombing in the background. Cheekily, she texted it to Ethan. They were friends after all. The two hadn’t crossed any intimate lines since he returned from the Amazon, though they could be caught holding hands time and time again. 

Before she could respond back she was being dragged away. 

“Come on, Becks!” 

Bryce led them to the photobooth where they all took a string of silly pictures. It was fun to immortalize this day, but Bryce had an ulterior motive. 

“Happy Birthday, Becks,” he whispered in her ear as the six of them posed with various props. 

She looked over at the bright eyed and absolutely perfect man next to her, “How did you -?” 

Becca didn’t like birthdays and she certainly didn’t tell people when hers was. The only people who knew the significance of today were her mother, aunt, and HR representative at Edenbrook.  

All he offered was a wiggle of his manicured brows and “I have my ways of persuasion.” 

“Hospital database?” she matched.   

Bryce chuckled and slung an arm over his best friend’s shoulders, “I’ll never tell.”  

As the sweltering afternoon set in, the group settled into the grass of the secluded beer garden and enjoyed the band playing some classic rock cover songs. She was leaning into Bryce when Becca noticed a familiar gray sweater passing by. 

Her eyes furrowed thinking she was hallucinating. Who in their right mind wears a cardigan in this heat!? After blinking a few times she was certain he wasn’t a figment of her imagination.  

“Be right back,” she hopped up so quickly she nudged Bryce in the ribs. “Sorry,” she mouthed as she ran after the tall and notably refined figure she’s come to admire.  

“Hey!” she called from six feet away, “Dr. Grumpy!” 

Ethan turned towards the recognizable sing-song voice and let her catch up to him. 

Becca had the biggest smile plastered onto her sun kissed cheeks when she said, “You came.” 

“It’d be a shame not to support such a worthwhile cause,” he shrugged as he crossed his arms, trying hard not to let her smile infect him. “Also there’s a gourmet mac and cheese truck I’ve heard is a must-try.”  

In her current tipsy state she didn’t catch most of his words but knew she texted him about Mac Attack’s presence as a follow up to their conversation about comfort food from last week. 

With a deviously elated smile, Becca slung her arm through his and tugged, “Lets go.” 

Ethan was stunned by her forwardness in such a public place, however, for some reason he didn’t care. 

“Where to?” he asked with a faint smirk as he shuffled along with her.  

“I’ve been thinking about fried Oreo’s all day,” Becca all but moaned, licking her lips.  

He quipped, “I’d like some sustenance to combat the imminent heart attack.”  

“Mac Attack it is!” she said in complete elation before skipping along, dragging Ethan alongside her. 

They stood fourth in line at the popular bright yellow and red food truck. The clear blue sky started to turn shades of wandering pink and purple as the sun began to set. Becca was staring up at the sky as Ethan was studying the limited menu with distaste.    

“That looks awful,” Ethan groaned, pointing at the bucket of everything-on-top gooey mac-and-cheese one of the patrons was walking away with. 

“Well if you didn’t want to eat greasy comfort food, why’d you come?”  

Ethan dismissed her comment, sheepishly caving, “Fine, let’s share.” The beam radiating off her freckled cheeks was all the reassurance he needed. “You like truffles?” 

“Nope,” she popped the ‘p’. “I like crispy onions and bacon.” 

Their eyes met and Ethan let the slightest of smiles find home on his lips. 

Ethan paid for the meal and the two carried the carton over to an empty wooden picnic bench. He held the cheesy heaven in his large palm stably for them to pick at with their two-pronged forks.  

“I concede,” Ethan began after the second forkful, “This is rather tasty.”  

“Told you!” Becca lit up. “And you should wash it down with…” she patted her body and looked around their seating area for her mug. “Crap, I left it with Bryce.” Her doe brown eyes went wide as realization washed over her. “Shit, how long have I been gone for?” she said more to herself.  

Becca stood up, grabbing her phone from her jean short pocket and texted the group chat a single emoji. 

“All good.” She put the phone back in its place and bent down to shove the last big forkful of gooey goodness into her mouth. “Whatcha wanna do now?” Ethan gazed at her as she not-so-eloquently spoke with a mouthful. “Riiiides?”  

“I don’t do rides.” 

“Heh,” she tried and wonderfully failed to hide her smirk at the naughty remark she could have made. One and a half more beers and she would have made it. 

He raised a questioning eyebrow. 

“Your options are: ferris wheel, sizzler, or photobooth and beer garden,” she listed off a few things she wouldn’t mind doing. “Fair warning, my friends are camped out in the beer garden.” 

He sighed, “Ferris wheel.”  

“So romantic!” she winked. 

“I regret this already.” 

The two chucked the rubbish in the nearest garbage pail and made their way to the side of the park with the rides. They walked side by side, their hands brushing against the other’s every now and again. In the bubble of waning alcohol and heat of this surprising summer day her pinky extended to caress his before capturing it as her own.  

Not far from the Ferris wheel entrance, they noticed Baz, Zaid and Ines in conversation by the ticket booth. With a timid look at one another Ethan took her whole hand in his and promptly changed course; 

“Photobooth.” 

She can’t say she minded. 

Becca tugged back on his hand stopping him in his tracks. Ethan whipped around, eyes pleading. He did not want to be caught, lest by Baz. 

“Beer first. You gotta catch up,” she enlightened. “I don’t want four photos of Dr. Grouch. I want Ethan.” 

Lucky enough they were at the east entrance while her friends were still camped out by the west. Even more in Ethan’s favor, one of the stalls was a local whiskey distillery. 

“Someone knew you were coming,” Becca joked as she pointed to the wooden stall. 

After some bargaining, the doctors were graciously allowed to down two flights of samples in exchange for Ethan placing a decent-sized delivery order. 

“Last one.” He inspected the liquid. “I will not be offended if you can’t stomach it. Though I will judge you.” He lifted the dixie cup up and she saluted hers as well. 

The thick brown solvent smelled like sweet gasoline and tingled against her tongue. Becca pursed her lips in an attempt to keep an indifferent face. She couldn’t do it. Her mouth begged for air and a chaser. “It burns,” she choked. 

Everything about Becca was endearing. Her cheeks were flushed and her freckles were more prominent than he had ever seen, even in the dusk and illuminated by harsh floodlights. A brisk night breeze washed over them sending a shiver up her spine. Without a second thought, Ethan shrugged out of his cardigan, holding it open for her. 

Becca closed the gap between them, turning her back and slipping her arms into the baggy sleeves of the soft fabric. The closeness and wafts of his cologne were another type of intoxicating. She fell into it. Her back pressed into Ethan’s chest, she tilted to see the ebullient blue eyes gazing down at her. His supple lips parted. The pleasant whiskey-laced breaths enticing her.  

Their locked eyes were glazed, a telling signal that it was about time to let loose. 

Ethan licked his lips and swallowed hard. “Where’s this godforsaken photobooth?”  

With the kindest of smiles she broke the trance, pulling his cardigan tightly around her and moving onto the next activity. 

They moseyed on over to the photobooth, coming full circle on her special day out. 

Being just over 6’4”, Ethan was too tall and the photographer signaled him to sit on the stool. Becca gazed at the box of props in consideration, deciding to go au naturale. She already had the silly photos from earlier, anyway. Looking at Ethan sitting there impatiently Becca bit her lip, deciding on an audacious move. 

She sauntered over, fitting herself perfectly in the space between his legs. She perched herself on his left thigh and draped her arm over the back of his shoulders, feeling every tense muscle along his upper back. Ethan reflexively closed his legs tight to give her better balance and wrapped his left arm securely around her waist. The much too big cardigan slipped, exposing her bare shoulders. Their eyes locked. His free hand flew to the exposed skin of her leg as it lifted to lay across his lap on its own volition. The corners of her lips perked before she turned her head to the camera, letting the photographer know they were more or less ready. 

They both gave their best candid smile. 

Click. 

Becca was so close. Ethan was drawn to the sweet scent of vanilla and gardenias on her neck. His eyes hooded as he relished her, and his left hand grabbed a wanton fistful of sweater.  

Click. 

Out of the corner of her eye she saw him inching closer, and tilted her head towards him. Their noses brushed. 

“It’s my birthday,” she whispered, their lips mere centimeters apart.  

“Is it?” he murmured. 

Click.  

She nodded sheepishly, her half-lidded eyes never leaving his.  

His wide eyes never looked more crystal clear. 

A signature smirk took place as he hinted, “Then I supposed ‘Happy Birthday’ is in order.” 

His heated breath was sweet with the last notes of whiskey and lingering of mint. It surrounded her, pulling her closer to him. His shallow breaths picked up as her lungs stopped working. It was as if he was breathing for her, giving her life in his simplistic existence. A fleeting pound against her side gave her a push.

She kissed him. For the first time in months they became one.   

Their lips overlapped, capturing his plump bottom lip between her own. His shoulders rounded under her touch. Neither dared to deepen the moment. Her tender kiss became bruising as he gripped her tighter, closer - as close as their flush bodies could become. 

Click. 

Ethan pulled away, “Reb-”  

She pressed her index finger to his lips. “Shh, that’s my present,” she sighed with her forehead against his.   

They sat there longer than acceptable, hearts racing and eyes conveying all they wish they had the courage to say. 

The loud grumble from the photographer brought them back into reality. 

Becca waited a few steps away from the booth as Ethan apologized and paid for the photographs. He bought two copies; folding one delicately in his wallet before walking over and handing the other to her. 

Becca stared at the first photo on the strip, her thumb hovering over their faces. “I can’t believe you’re smiling,” she contentedly muttered. Her eyes trailed down to the last. Looking up at Ethan she told him in earnest, “Best present ever.” 

Ethan’s hand flew to rub the back of his neck as he averted his gaze down to the dewy grass. “I - I knew it’s your birthday, Rookie.”  

She raised a brow, “Came down to celebrate with me?”  

“Something like that.”

Becca found the hidden smile in his features instantly. She went to take a step closer to him, daring for their lips to meet once more. 

But the universe had other plans.  

The loud bellowing voice stopped her motions, “Becks!”  

“Becca!” another rang.  

“Over here!” Bryce shouted once more from a fried food stand. 

They both let out a breath of air. 

Becca bit her lip as she looked from Ethan to Bryce and back to Ethan. “I… should go.” 

Deep brown met clouded blue, both filled with restrained sorrow.  

“Don’t get into any trouble.”  

“No promises.” She winked as she slipped out of his sweater. He accepted the fabric, now envious of how it was able to hold her all evening long. A lightbulb went off in Ethan’s mind as she started to turn away.   

“Oh.. right,” Ethan called her back to attention. She spun around, hopeful. “Here.” He handed her an ivory envelope from his back pocket with her name written out in his fluid script.  

She held the card in the same hand as the photos, looking down at it longingly. “Thank you.” Becca brought the weighted paper up to linger over her heart as she took one more look up at his sapphire blue eyes glistening along with the stars. 

Ethan gave a single nod, “See you tomorrow, Rookie.”  

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[hargroves-angel]

Can you write Alpha! Billy gently fucking and claiming the cute, shy and small (height) omega who blushes all the time he's around but somehow he manages to get her to come around.

October 15th - Pretty Little Thing

Summary - You’re the cutest little Omega Billy’s ever seen

Warnings - Smut, omega verse,

A/N - I’ve never written Omegaverse but I hope I did ok angel! X (I didn’t write the knot stuff because I got a little confused about it all 😖)

“Hey little one, hows it going?” Billy teased, taking a quick glance up your skirt as you stood on a chair to reach the top shelf in the store cupboard.

“Hey.. can I get some help here?” You mumbled, stepping down from the chair and huffing. He smirked, finding your frustrations adorable.

He reached up and grabbed the books easily with one hand. “Here you go princess, and by the way the pink ruffles are adorable” he smirked.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Ruffles? Where?- Billy!” You went scarlet. He was clearly referring to your underwear.

“What?!, come on angel, you know you wanna be mine, just imagine it, I’ll be your alpha” he chuckled, he’d fantasied about it many a time.

“I told you... I’m thinking about it... I feel like Steve and Nancy would hate me...” you mumbled, looking at the floor. Billy placed his fingers under your chin and lifted your face up so that your eyes met his beautiful blue ones.

“Well Steve and his little prissy beta can say all they want, I want you so bad Y/N, I wanna mark you” he whispered, leaning down, his lips hovering over your neck, he smiled wide his teeth nearly touching the skin. You let out a soft whimper, wishing that he would just bite down and end all your worry. But he pulled away.

You bit your lip and watched him put his hands back into his jacket pockets and smirk at you.

“Pretty little thing... you should whimper more, you make some beautiful little noises omega” he winked, opening the stock cupboard door and leaving.

You let out a shaky breath. In all honesty, yes you did want Billy. You wanted Billy to claim you and parade you around school as his little omega, but unfortunately you didn’t think Steve or Nancy would approve.

Steve hated Billy, for obvious reasons, but everytime you saw Billy, your gazes would linger and soon enough gazes became words and words became full out conversations. Which evolved into a flirty friendship, something you and Billy both wanted to take to other levels.

Nancy stood mostly by what Steve said, after all Billy hadn’t been particularly kind to her either, not necessarily nasty, just not kind...

Another factor was how protective Billy was. Sometimes a guy could do as much as look at you for too long and Billy would get riled up.

But you were hooked... you needed an alpha and Billy seemed to fit the bill perfectly.

—————

You huffed out a sigh and checked the clock, History tests were always a drag. Billy tapped your shoulder and handed you a note, a small smirk on his face.

You uncrumpled the paper and looked at his scruffy handwriting. It read :

‘Meet after school, My car, see you then shortcake’

You felt a heat rise in your cheeks as you bit your lip and looked back at the board.

Billy Hargrove has you hooked. The bell rang and Billy winked at you as he left to go straight to his car.

You were headed straight to follow him but Nancy grabbed your arm and stopped you.

“You coming to Steve’s later?” She asked, it took one glance to your hand for her to snatch the paper out of it. “Hargrove! Seriously Y/N, if you’re trying to get an alpha at least try someone who’s not an asshole” she muttered.

“Billy’s not an asshole, he can be really sweet... and - he makes me feel -“

“No Y/N, no way, he’s just using you, that’s what he always does to girls... you know this”

“Well I guess I’ll just take the risk then!” You stubbornly stated, grabbing your books and leaving to go to Billy’s car.

Billy threw his cigarette on the floor as he saw you approaching. “What’s wrong princess?” He placed his hand on your cheek and caressed it with his thumb.

“Nothing just people being annoying...” you stated, leaning into his soft touch.

“I can make you forget about all those people my little omega...” he smirked. “How about we head to my place huh?” You nodded and got into his car.

You finally arrived to Billy’s house. He led you straight to his bedroom, excitedly. He had fantasied about this ever since he’d met you, you were a sweet little thing really.

You sat down on his bed and looked around his room, it was a little dirty, a few cans here and there, the ashtray filled to the brim with cigarette buts.

Slowly, Billy approached you. “You have anything you wanna do in mind little one?” He asked, his eyes training on your hesitating form. You bit your lip and carefully nodded.

“I-umm... I think I want you...” you muttered, your heart racing.

“What do you want from me angel?” He sunk down to your level as you sat on the bed.

“C-Claim me... please” Billy chuckled, a dark smirk on his face.

“You really wanna be my omega don’t you?” He pressed a soft kiss to your jaw. “You 100% sure you want me to claim you?” He asked one last time, glancing into your eyes.

You nodded, “please alpha”. Billy’s cock twitched. He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, his soft lips battling yours to gain the upper hand, you were unable to keep up, submitting to his kiss.

You let out a soft moan as you felt his hand creep up your thigh and under your skirt. “-touch me Billy” Billy chuckled, his fingers roaming up to run over your panties. You felt a wetness pooling as Billy touched your sensitive spot.

“Keep moaning like that my little omega” he growled, kissing and sucking at your neck, he wasn’t going to claim you just yet. This allowed desperation to flood your system as you submitted to him further.

He layed you back onto his bed and took his shirt off, revealing his abs. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his toned torso. His ego grew as he watched you check him out.

He carefully removed your clothes, leaning his head down to your lips and kissing them again.

“You ready for me to really touch you?” He asked in between kisses. You nodded and whimpered as he lowered himself down to your panties. “These are honestly so adorable” he smirked, removing your panties. You shyed away, feeling very self conscious of your current position.

“You ok? We can stop if you want” he assured, his eyes searching you for any sign of hesitation. You shook your head.

“N-no... I really want you to touch me... I just get a little embarrassed” he smirked and poked his tongue out to start lapping at your clit. You moaned above him, hands gripping his pillows and bedsheets.

You gained more confidence as your reached your hand down and tangled your fingers in his hair. Pulling at his roots as his tongue delved in and out of your folds.

You felt the familiar feeling of a band tightening in your stomach, it took one last lick from Billy’s skillful tongues before it snapped and you came hard. Billy took his fingers and gathered up your juices, “here princess, taste yourself” you took his fingers into your mouth and sucked on them, looking him dead in the eyes.

“My little omega, you’re playing a dangerous game looking so cute whilst doing that” he growled, leaning down and replacing his fingers with his lips. Your hands travelled to his jeans, you unbuckled the belt and pulled them down along with his boxers.

Quickly you broke the kiss, desperate for a taste of his delicious cock. Billy took your hair into his hands and he held you back from his cock, watching you squirm to touch him.

“Please alpha...” you whined.

“You wanna taste my cum angel? You want me to fill up that pretty little mouth of yours?” You nodded vigorously, aching to please him.

His grip on your hair loosened as he pushed you closer to his throbbing cock.

“Give it a little lick baby, see how much it’s aching for you” His eyes rested on your body, how your tongue carefully kitten licked his tip. His cock twitched from the sensation. “Can I suck it alpha?” You whispered, practically worshipping his cock at this point, so desperate to have it.

“Of course you can my little omega” he smirked, grabbing a cigarette from his draw and placing it between his lips. He took a long drag and laid back against the headboard of his bed.

Your lips wrapped around him, your tongue swirling around his tip and gathering up his pre cum that was oozing out of it.

Billy’s breath would hitch occasionally as you licked up his vein. He blew out a puff of smoke, head leaning back as you blew him into bliss. His body tensing and relaxing at the same time.

“I’m gonna cum princess” Billy choked out, his hand going down to your hair as he pushed you further into his cock. You still made eye contact with him, he loved every second of it, his sweet little innocent omega making a dirty mess of herself, gagging around his cock.

You deep throated him at this point, his cock hitting your right at the back, your throat would be sore tomorrow.

Billy felt his cock twitch as he released his cum down your throat, it pumped you full with his seed as you swallowed every last drop.

“That was amazing angel... didn’t know you were so dirty” he chuckled. He watched you squirm a little. “What’s wrong omega? You need me to help that little ache you have down there? Do you need your alpha to pound you?” He smirked. You bit your lip and nodded. “Hands and knees then babygirl” he watched you get ready for him. He for sure had to mark you now, he had to claim you to belong to him and only him.

He rubbed his cock along your slit. His hands rubbing your hips as he readied himself.

He slowly pushed in and held you for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his rather large size.

“O-ok... I’m ready alpha” you mumbled, he chuckled as he thrusted in, his hips meeting yours before he pulled back again. You moaned at his thickness.

“Such a good little omega huh? Always teasing me... wearing them short skirts and knee high socks... and not to mention-“ he leaned over you, his arm holding you as he pounded you from behind. His lips came close to your ear, “when you wear such cute panties” he kissed your ear and gripped your neck, a firm but light grasp around it.

“I-I’m gonna cum...” you whimpered, quivering in Billy’s grasp. Billy shook his head.

“Not yet princess, I’ll tell you when you’re allowed to cum” he growled, his pace increasing.

“Please Billy...” you begged. Your body not being able to take it, from the amount of shaking and the pure force Billy was pounding you, it was like you were his little fuck doll.

“Hold it” he grunted, feeling himself get closer.

You bit your lip and quivered, you needed to cum so badly.

He lifted his lips so that they hovered over your sweet spot on your neck.

“Cum for me angel” he whispered, sinking his teeth into your neck. You were officially claimed.

You screamed his name as your walls clenched around his cock, you milked his cock, “Take all my cum like the good little omega you are” his eyes watched you pant and get flustered as you came down from your orgasm.

“How was that my angel?” He smirked, pulling out of you and picking up your collapsed form and holding you to his chest. Your breathing was uneven and heavy.

“It was perfect Billy” you admired his beautiful face. “Just like you” you smiled, reaching up to touch his cheek and bringing him down into a kiss.

“It’s getting late kitten, how about we head to bed hmm, and tomorrow we can see how Steve and his little priss react to this” he licked his lips, looking at your bruised and claimed form. His thumb rubbed over the mark, admiring it.

He’d never claimed an omega before, he didn’t think he ever would. But something about you made him change a little inside.

You were his omega now, and he sure as hell was going to let everyone know.

[dragon-fics]

S&H: Ch. 3 Chosen Ones (NSFW)

Chapter summary: Molten and Zion return from the disco, and find out something about each other.

Notes, Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8, Ch. 9, Ch. 10, Ch. 11, Ch. 12, Ch. 13, Ch. 14, Ch. 15, Ch. 16, Ch. 17, Ch. 18, Ch. 19, Ch. 20, Ch. 21, Ch. 22, Ch. 23, Ch. 24, Ch. 25, Ch. 26, Ch. 27

Zion and Molten entered Molten’s house, still in their human forms. Molten flicked on the lights. The bright golden light illuminated the front hall so fast that Zion had to cover his eyes as excess liquid flooded to them. When his eyes adjusted, he walked into the living room. Molten strolled in behind him, his vision still adjusting to the new level of brightness. He closed his eyes for a moment and opened them, then he flicked on his living room lights.

Zion undid his illusion glamour. His back, arms, and chest all felt damp from the heat in the cramped disco hall. He turned around and now saw that parts of Molten’s black t-shirt were darker than the rest: a thick streak down the back, patches by his armpits and around his neck, and a streak between his pecs. He clenched his jaw.

“So, where do you put your laundry?” Zion asked, undoing the top button of his shirt, trying to look at Molten for too long.

Molten turned around to face him, seeing how his sweat made the shirt cling to his fit body. His eyes seemed to focus on it for a second longer than they should have. “I’ll get it from you when I find you some—“ Zion slipped off his shirt. His sweat coated skin glistened as it caught the light. Molten took a quick scan of his torso. “—thing else for you to wear...” he finished slowly.

Heat rose to his cheeks.

Zion handed the shirt over to Molten and noticed the pink colour on his cheeks. He lowered his arm sightly. “What is it?”

Molten bit the inside of his cheek. “Nothing,” his eyes—without consent—scanned his body one more time. He wasn’t lined with muscle but he wasn’t unfit or too skinny either, he was just right.

Zion looked down at his chest. A sheepish blush appeared on his cheeks. Molten’s feet moved forward, bringing him closer to the colt. Zion looked up. Their faces were less than an inch apart. Their breath tickled each other’s skin, blue eyes locked together.

Zion’s eyes closed softly and Molten leaned in. Their lips touched. Molten cupped Zion’s cheek, Zion placed a hand on his neck as they kissed passionately.

Then something sparked.

The sound of water lapping up against the wooden posts of the jetty tickled Zion’s ears. Molten held his scaly arm around Zion’s waist as they both looked out at the water. He nuzzled his hair to get his attention, before spinning him around, as if they were dancing, to face him. Zion looked up at him and looked at him to say he wanted to tell him something. Molten leaned his ear close to his mouth...

They broke apart softly. They had shared the same vision from the future; one that told them they were meant to be together. Chosen ones, soulmates, two people destined to be together; there were many ways to say it.

They shifted to their anthropomorphic forms at the same time. Molten took Zion’s hand and led him to his bedroom.

It was a small bedroom, barely able to fit a double bed, built-in wardrobe and a bedside table. The bed was tucked into a corner, its leather headboard in under the window on the opposite wall.

They stopped by the door. Zion slid his hand from the side of Molten’s stomach up on to his bulging pec, his heart pounding with excitement. Molten cupped Zion’s cheek, and flicked on the light, as he ran his thumb over Molten’s nipple, enjoying the firm feeling of his pec. Molten slipped his forefingers under Zion’s jeans, tugging his waist closer to him. Being bigger than Zion, he felt it would suit that he was the more dominant of the two. He slipped off his black t-shirt, Zion placed both hands on Molten’s firm pecs. He licked one of his nipples, making Molten shiver.

Zion ran his hands down Molten’s sides, digging his thumbs between the waist of his black chinos and his blue scales. Molten grinned at Zion’s eagerness. He got on his knees, licking the drake’s well-toned albs as he moved down. He tugged on the waist of the chinos as he took in a long draught of Molten’s scent through the fabric.

Zion looked up at the drake. His eyes burned with lust. Molten let out a quiet chuckle; Zion’s expression resembled that of a well-trained puppy that wanted permission to play with a new toy.

“Go on,” Molten said, running his fingers through his blonde mane. A cheeky smile grew on his face. He undid the button and opened the zip on the chinos, allowing them to fall on the floor. He gripped the back of his briefs, brought his hands to the front, and yanked down the cloth, allowing Molten’s long, black member and sack to fall free.

His heart rate doubled in that second. He placed his hand around the 8-inch member. He licked from base to tip, enjoying the taste of the scales and the smell of his scent. It differed from what he was used to, but he liked it. Molten let out a pleasant moan, playing with Zion’s ear, twirling it.

Zion’s blue horn glowed gold. As it did so, several rings of gold magic formed around the length of Molten’s member, instantly forming pressure around his cock. Zion sucked on his tip and moved the rings towards the tip, all moving simultaneously. Molten gasped at the sensation it gave him. Zion moved his hands to the back of Molten’s legs, sliding them smoothly up and down, finding his sensitive spots.

Soon pre-cum spilled from both Zion and Molten. Molten let out moans of ecstasy as Zion sucked harder, his heart and lungs racing.

“Wait!” Molten blurted. Zion’s magic rings paused their movement, Molten’s tip on his tongue as he looked up—open-mouthed—at the drake. Molten reached for Zion’s curved horn and pulled him up. “Come here,” he ordered, getting him to his feet.

He kissed him passionately as he manoeuvred Zion toward the double bed, all the while undoing his belt and trousers as they walked. Just as Zion had removed his underwear, Molten, and he landed on the bed, their boners rubbing off each other. Molten’s hands were positioned by Zion’s shoulders on the duvet. He stayed there, drawing in breath for a moment. Zion placed a hand on his neck. “Do it,” he said in a whisper so quiet Molten barely heard. He replied with a sharp jerk of his head.

Zion scrambled up to the top of the bed and lay on his stomach. Molten stayed on his hands and knees above Zion and rubbed his cock in between Zion’s cheeks and moved his tail out of the way. Zion let out a surprised whiney as Molten moved forward, keeping his cock tightly between Zion’s cheeks. Zion looked over his shoulder. “What’s taking you so long?” He complained, looking over his shoulder.

“Just enjoying the view,” Molten replied, cockily. “I love your cute little butt. I could just cum all over it.”

Zion snorted and rolled over, quickly, on to this back and pulled Molten’s face close to his. He separated his legs and brought his member towards his hole, rubbing the tip against it, teasing it. “I want you to do this properly, Molten, My Chosen One,” he demanded.

Molten looked back at him and pecked him on the lips. “As you wish,” he said, in a smug tone. He reached over to the bedside table and pulled out a small bottle of lubricant. He put some on his fingertips and lubed up Zion’s hole. He pushed two fingers into him slowly. He was tight, almost untouched. He hasn’t bottomed much, Molten thought to himself.

Zion grit his teeth and moaned. He had never bottomed before. He tried to remain calm, but he had had no one inside him before.

Molten looked up at him, pulling out his fingers so only his first knuckle was inside him. “Relax, I’ll wait until you’re ready,” he kissed his thigh. Zion focused on breathing. Molten’s words were reassuring, but he felt bad for how rough he was with the other colts he slept with, how he never considered lubing them up or fingering them before fucking them.

Slowly, Molten stretched him out. Zion released sweet whimpers and moans for him as he eased him into getting wider. He sucked on his member as he tended to him, his whole pink member fitting in his maw. Zion ran his hand through his long dark locks in response. A few times his fingertips brushed his prostate, which yielded some promising results, like buckling legs and sharp cries.

Finally, Molten deemed Zion was ready for him. He rose, letting Zion’s oozing member fall onto his stomach and removing his fingers from him. He crawled up to Zion to capture his lips. He lowered his waist to his member, pressed against Zion’s.

“Are you ready?” He whispered. Zion looked down at where they touched.

“Yeah,” he breathed. Molten moved so that his head was poking Zion’s hole. He pressed himself into him. They both moaned as the head went in. Molten pushed the rest of his cock in, Zion gasped as he stretched around it all.

“Fuck. You’re tight!” Molten grunted. He waited a few moments before moving. He sucked on Zion’s neck and pulled himself partially out of Zion. Zion moaned and wrapped his legs around his waist. He then tightened his grip when he slid back in. He whined loudly as he stretched him even more and abused his delicate prostate.

Zion gripped Molten’s scales, and he moved inside of him, leaving faint scratches on his blue scales. He kept his legs wrapped around Molten’s waist, keeping close to him. molten kept his body low, nipping at Zion’s neck and kissing his lips. He whispered to Zion about how well he was doing and how good he felt, and Zion responded with similar compliments.

Zion could feel semen rush to his tip as Molten kept his pace. Molten was near his climax as well.

“Molten” he whined, “I-I’m gonna—“

“Not yet,” he whispered back. He got two more strokes in before grunting back; “Together.” He gritted his teeth and pressed his forehead against Zion’s. Cum splattered on both their chests as Zion released. Molten released with a low groan. He stayed kneeling above Zion for a few moments before taking himself out of Zion slowly, a layer of semen on his member.

Molten looked at Zion’s exhausted, panting form below him. He smiled and pressed foreheads with him again. He kissed Zion again and got a kiss back. Molten laid down beside him, stroking his curly locks and they looked at each other, before drifting off to sleep.

[zarrie]

Zarry prompt: Zayn doing a strip tease to H's song Woman, and Z is like wearing leather and lace ❤️❤️ Harry is like just sitting there not allowed to move and not touch, only look 😏😏

Hi flower petal, thank you for the prompt. I hope I bring this request some justice.

you can also read this on AO3

fair warning: I’m shit at smut and teasing. *cries*

Tags: Light BDSM, explicit sexual content and language

Should we just search for romantic comedies on Netflix and then see what we will find?

The song is playing at low volume, Zayn purposely making it that way so he could hear Harry’s series of cusses and oh shit, zayn when he steps out the bathroom to reveal himself wearing the ‘special outfit’ Zayn put on for his and Harry’s date night. 

He’s wearing the leather jacket he designed for Versus, the same jacket he wore for the Versus Versace photo shoot he had with Gigi. 

Earlier in the week, Nick Grimshaw showed Harry that picture of Zayn during a radio interview, Zayn tries not to feel disappointed when he hears his boyfriend say, ‘That must be hot.’ instead of the usual, ‘You’re so hot, I want to do you in this table right now.’

Underneath the leather are some lacy underwear Gigi gave him as a joke. (Joke’s on her because Zayn remembers that time he dressed up as Veronica for the Best Song Ever music video and remembers Harry getting off on seeing him in his character’s lacy underwear.)

I’m selfish, I know

But I don’t ever want to see you with him

“Come here, babe.” Harry says as he makes grabby hands at Zayn, his usually bright green eyes turning into a dark shade.

Zayn chuckles at his boyfriend’s reaction and only teases him more by taking all the time in the world in walking towards him. 

“Babe, come on,” Harry groans, a tent already forming in his crotch. “Stop teasing.”

I’m selfish, I know

I told you, but I know you never listen

Zayn stops in front of Harry and places his hands on top of his boyfriends. He leans down so they could be at eye level and kisses him chastely on the lips.

“I missed you,” Zayn says as soon as he withdraws from the kiss. He takes a seat on Harry’s lap and nuzzles his chest. “I missed this.”

Harry envelopes him in a tight embrace and begins to kiss and bite the side of Zayn’s neck, making sure to leave marks. 

“I missed you too, babe,” he says into Zayn’s skin. 

I hope you can see, the shape that I’m in

While he’s touching your skin

He’s right where I should, 

where I should be

But you’re making me bleed

“I read the news today,” Zayn casually says, leaning back to give Harry better access to his chest. “Camille Rowe, huh?”

He groans into Zayn’s chest and pulls back to look him in the eye. “That was nothing,” he says, “You know how it is,”

And yes, Zayn knows. He’s been with Harry and been in the music industry long enough to know how things go. Zayn knows that Harry and Camille are just friends, just two people who are mutual friends with Alexa, who just so happened to meet in a concert. 

But still, Zayn cannot help but feel jealous whenever he sees the other boy with someone else. He’s unusually unreasonable when it comes to Harry. Zayn cannot help himself.

Woman

Woman (la la la la la)

W-woman

“I know,” Zayn says, kissing him once again. “But still.. I think it deserves a consequence. Harry’s eyes darken at that, getting off on Zayn commanding him to do things in bed.

“Yeah?” he asks with a smirk.

Woman

Woman

“Yeah,” Zayn says, nodding at him and getting off of his lap. Harry tries to grab him to stop him from doing such action but Zayn’s too fast for him. “I don’t like seeing you with other people.”

“Yeah?” Harry says again with a mischievous smile. “What are you going to do about it, then?”

Woman (la la la la la)

W-woman

Woman

Harry pulls Zayn towards him, unable to get his hands off of him once he’s already started. A light bulb lights up inside Zayn’s head and he goes to push Harry off of him.

“Babe, stop teasing.” Harry whines, bottom lip jutting out. “I’m so hard. Want you.”

It’s Zayn’s turn to smirk, he leaves a whiny Harry at his chair and enters the closet to get some ties, he ignores his boyfriend in the other room who’s begging him to come back.

Once he’s back, he shows Harry the ties. He only raises an eyebrow at him but when Zayn ties on his wrist to the chair, His eyes light up in surprise and lust. Once Harry’s tied down completely to the chair, Zayn kisses him. Kisses him with all his might, making sure their lips are the only ones that meet.

Tempted, you know

Apologies are never gonna fix this

“Zayn,” Harry moans into the kiss. He withdraws from their heated kiss, making Harry whine once more.

“Your consequence,” Zayn says with an evil smirk. “This is your consequence.”

“What is?”

Zayn leans down so he could whisper something in his boyfriend’s ear. “I’m going to strip each layer of clothing I have on and you can only watch.” he says, making Harry gasp. “No touching.” And before Harr could retort, Zayn takes the third tie he took from Harry’s closet and ties the tie around his mouth shut.

I’m empty, I know

Promises are broken like a stitch is

Zayn begins to sway left and right, trying to stop himself to burst out laughing at how silly he’s acting. Harry doesn’t seem to think he’s silly because he only watches him with dark, lustful eyes.

He slowly slides the leather off of his shoulder whilst swaying, making sure not to break eye contact with Harry. 

“Do you like this babe?” Zayn asks as soon as the the leather jacket hits the floor. “Does this turn you on?”

Harry replies by attempting to jerk towards him but his restraints keep him in place, making Zayn smile in satisfaction.

“I think that that’s a yes.”

I hope you can see, the shape I’ve been in

While he’s touching your skin

Zayn then turns around to present Harry with his back, he leans down as if he’s picking something up from the floor to give Harry a good view of his ass. He hears Harry groan despite the cover in his mouth.

He stands straight again and begin to slowly take the lace underwear he has on, making sure to continue swaying as the fabrics slips down his legs. Harry tries to tell Zayn something but the sounds come out muffled. 

Zayn’s pretty sure he’s begging for him to turn around so he could have a clear view of his cock. 

This thing upon me, howls like a beast

You flower, you feast

Once the lacy underwear is completely off, he turns around to show Harry his hardened cock. Zayn takes a mental note at how Harry’s eyes widen in interest. 

He wraps a hand around himself and catches the pre cum the leaks from the tip with his pointer finger and goes to untie the tie Harry has on his mouth. Once his mouth is free, Zayn offers him his finger and he eagerly taste it.

“Babe,” Harry moans, lips still on the finger. “Want you. I want you so bad.”

Zayn perches on Harry lap, making sure to keep his balance to keep himself from falling off of his boyfriend and goes put an arm around his neck whilst tugging himself with the other.

“You do?” Zayn asks with a smug smile. He leans into his boyfriend and kisses him senseless. He tugs at his short curls, leaving marks at the nape of his neck. 

Harry pushes his tongue inside Zayn’s mouth which he gladly accepts, sucking and biting in the right places to keep the other boy satisfied. 

Zayn goes to unbutton Harry’s jean and push them down to his knees, the image of his big, cut cock instantly making Zayn’s mouth water. 

Woman

Zayn removes himself from Harry’s lap and goes down to his knees. He has his hands on his boyfriend’s lap, his eyes looking at the cock hungrily. 

“Please, babe” Harry begs, egging his hips forward, wanting some relief. “Want your mouth.” Zayn smiles at him a final time and wraps his lips around Harry’s dick, pretending to choke when he deep throats him cause Harry gets off on that.

Woman (la la la la la)

Harry’s screaming litanies of ‘shit shit shit’ the same time the song in the background sings its la la la la la. It makes Zayn smile even though there’s a dick in his mouth. 

W-woman

“I’m coming,” Harry warns him, “Shit babe, I’m coming.”

Woman

Zayn wraps a hand around Harry’s length and tugs, he releases Harry’s dick from his mouth, a faint point echoing in the walls of Harry’s bedroom. He licks the vein in Harry dick, making his boyfriend’s legs shake in want.

Woman

“Baby, I’m close.” Harry manages to say. He’s looking at Zayn darkly, eyes clouding with lust. Zayn knows what that look means, he wants to come inside Zayn’s pretty mouth. He complies and takes him in his mouth again and sucked as hard as he can, he sucks like his life depended on it.

Woman (la la la la la)

And like a trigger, Harry comes the moment the speakers sings it’s la la la’s. Zayn making sure to swallow every bit of it because god, he’s missed this. He’s been spending way too much time in LA working on the second album and Harry’s been doing a lot of promos for Dunkirk. 

He needs to start planning his and Harry’s schedules. They were stupid for thinking it was okay to be separated for a couple of weeks, completely stupid.

W-woman

Once Harry has emptied everything in Zayn’s mouth, he goes to face him in eye level. Harry has a blissed look on his face, like he’s just had best sex ever. (Well, he did, to be fair.)

“Don’t look too comfortable,” Zayn says, untying Harry from his restraints. “Still have work to do.” gesturing towards his swollen dick. 

Woman

Once untied, Harry positions Zayn so he could face him. A smirk present on his face. 

“Don’t worry baby,” he says smugly, “I’ll take care of you.” And with that, Harry Styles, like the smug fuck he is, lubes up his fingers proceeded to open Zayn up with his expert fingers and fucks into him.