#even though i left my hair in the tshirt too long they still look fucking superb

[mxgyver]

my curls have honestly never looked better 😌💅

[hypnotic-kink]

For those asking how I am after the hurricane.... I can't answer all the DMs....

A week into Hurricane Helene clean up and I am fucking exhausted, every muscle in my body aches. My nose has come accustomed to the stench of fishy flood water. I've lost 12 lbs. without trying. My pretty manicured nails are long gone, my hair is in a perpetual ponytail since I don't have a lousy hairdryer. I have a black and blue mark on my cheek from stuff falling off a closet shelf onto me. Bleach and dirt stains all over my tshirt. I'm a wreck and so is everyone else here. We don't care ... all we care about is getting everything wet out of our homes and the drywall ripped out so our homes can dry out so the mold doesn't set in and destroy what's left. Then it can be rebuilt again. Fucking again, 13 months from when hurricane Adalia hit (we all just got done rebuilding from that one). My neighborhood IS A TRUE DISASTER ZONE, everywhere you look down the street is mountains of waterlogged furniture. I see neighbors and we just hug each other and cry together. A picture of a mother and her baby was in my yard, I don't even know them and it's blurred with water, the happy memory fading fast, I don't know why I just started crying for them, knowing they lost everything too. I pray they are safe. Pieces of my fence were ripped out and have floated away, hell I'm grateful a stranger returned my mailbox! Everyone on my block has to find a place to live, none of our homes are inhabitable unless they were on stilts. I found a place to rent, but for how long who knows... The goal is get the house fixed ASAP of course. No small feat when half of the state is hiring contractors etc.

The upside: I found out today the company I work for paid a months' rent and will get the 1st month power and water bill. I again, started to cry, when they told me. Tears seem to be a normal occurrence lately for me, and I thought I was one tough cookie. Ha. Mother Nature is kicking my proverbial ass. It's hard to go thru this once, let alone twice in a years time span.

95% of the house is empty so getting closer to the end of the hard physical labor, hence the weight loss. The city, state and federal aid this time has been fantastic.... they set up comfort stations with showers, washer and dryers (which I spent 3 hrs doing 2 truckloads of clothes, sheets, towels, curtains etc.) and they give us a free meal once a day. They gave us a case of emergency drinking water, and a box of pretty gross MRE'S (yes I tried it ..... the PB & J with crackers isn't bad) but it's survival food if needed. I am grateful I have friends that work for electricians and plumbers, so they got my hot water and my power working already. HUGE blessing. I've got industrial fans and dehumidifiers running so drying out the house is going well. Now I'm disinfecting anything I'm keeping as household items that will go to the rental place. Thankfully the rental is furnished. An entire home of furniture .... gone. Yes, I'm grateful I'm physically out of harm' way but to see the entire contents of your home (furniture, electronics, mementos etc.) at the curb as garbage is overwhelming esp. since I didn't have content insurance. But it kills me when I find things that have meaning and memories. I had my sons time capsule from the year he was born in the closet, and it's ruined. ugh. Stuff like that is irreplaceable. I should've remembered it was there but, in the panic, to get out you forget. I do have flood insurance though so the house will be fixed. I will be back in the house hopefully in 4 months with a little luck. I still have a house which is more than many that were hit in Tallahassee, some even lost their lives, so I am grateful. Continued prayers for Florida please 🙏🏻 thank you to everyone that has messaged me sending their love, thoughts and prayers and support. xox

[belovedwhore]

pretty boy pt 5

ethan landry x reader

warnings: smut, little bit of plot, “nipple play”, masturbation (m!receiving), dirty talk, thigh riding, lowkey sub ethan

notes: oh my god hey guys. i’m sorry i’ve been mia, it’s been a long week but i cracked this bad boy out for y’all so hopefully you enjoy it, i’m too tired to proofread so i apologize for any typos. i tried to lessen the amount of plot and get to the good stuff ;)

also i think the next part will be my last for this series because i wanna write other like pov of ethan in different scenarios so im gonna try to wrap this up. enjoy!!

pt 1 , pt 2 , pt 3 , pt 4 , pt 5, pt 6

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for the next couple of days you and than found anytime to hang out. whether you were skipping class or making tara and chad hang out so you could spend your time with ethan, you made it happen. every since he gave you head the last time, it’s like he can’t stop. he was quite literally pussy whipped for you, the way you moaned out as he devoured your clit, the endless praises you’d give him, calling him pretty boy, he didn’t said a chance. it got to the point where he could get himself off grinding on the bed with his head in between your legs, attacking your cunt. he’d groan when you’d slip your fingers through his curls, gripping his hair as you came closer to your unraveling.

chad had left to go the gym and afterwards he had class so he wouldn’t be back until much later. you came over shortly after he left to hang out with ethan. it wasn’t just sex, you enjoyed his company too but god the sex was good. well not “sex” by definition. you hadn’t fucked yet, and he hadn’t really complained about it. even thought you’ve been with each other in every possible way he still shyed away at the deed. he was just simply happy to be involved in any way which somehow made him even hotter.

you came over in a pair of baggy sweats and an oversized, just some stuff you pulled out of your closet, ‘easy to get out of’ pieces. you laid next to ethan on the couch as he sat watching a lecture and jotting down notes. he was wearing some athletic shorts and a tshirt with a random logo on it. you guys may or may not have skipped some classes to be able to hang out with each other without the rest of your friends in close proximity. and may or may not be required to watch these online lectures for review.

“do we reallyyy need to watch this ethan, i’m bored,” you whined kissing up his neck. you couldn’t care less about biology 101. i mean who gives a fuck.

“we missed class, we have to do this,” he replied shifting in his seat as you still trailed kisses over his chest. he struggled to focus on the video when he felt your lips on his skin. he loved kissing, his biggest turn on you learned. he’d always kiss you whether you just came on his tongue or swallowed a load of his. he was addicted to your lips. and the way he looked after a long kiss, lips soft and plump waiting for more. he was struggling to resist you now, eyes fluttering shut.

“i mean technically only one of us needs to be paying attention,” you whispered into her ear. you nibbled his earlobe playfully as you continued to tease him. you could see he processing what you said.

“you’re not w-wrong,” he faltered as your hands traveled under his shirt over the ridges on his stomach, “but i can’t focus when you’re kissing me and touching me.”

“ok, then i won’t,” you shrugged sitting back into your spot.

he quietly groaned at the absence of your lips and touch on his skin, “the thing’s almost over, then i’m all yours.” he leaned over and kissed you softly, lips molding together as he slipped his tongue inside your mouth lightly before pulling away. he hadn’t even realized this just spurred you on modern but he’d readjusted timely, refocusing on the video before him. you sighed loudly next to him, slightly exaggerating to draw his attention. he wouldn’t budge though, smiling in your direction, still working on you guys’ notes.

“i’ll be right back,” you quipped before hopping off the couch to head to the bathroom. you couldn’t watch this boring ass lecture any longer and you couldn’t stop thinking about ethan. you eventually decided to take matters into your own hands. before leaving the bathroom you took off your sweatpants, revealing your black panties that hugged your waist under your shirt. you walked back into the room, noticing his eyes on you from the second you walked in.

“where um where are your pants,” he asked dumbfounded. you’d broken his focus from your assignment.

“it’s a little warm in here,” you shrugged sitting down right next to him swinging one of your legs over his own, spreading then so lightly to expose your clothed core. he glanced down quickly before looking up again clenching his jaw.

you reached between your legs, circling your clothed clit. you let out a sharp breath as you brushed the bundle of nerves. you reached to palm one of your tits over your shirt, kneading the mound. the stimulation was enough for you to let out another gasp as you played with your nipple. your shirt tickled your hardened nipples sending shocks to your core. you breath grew heavier as you sped up your fingers on your clit, closing your eyes as you felt your panties grow wet with your arousal.

ethan couldn’t take it any longer, he let out a huff, “fuck.” shutting off the tv and tossing the remote somewhere in the room he embraced you quickly. he kissed you roughly, holding your face to his forcing his tongue into your mouth. he’d almost sucked all the breath out of you. you climbed over his lap, pressing your wet center onto his growing erection. he bucked his hips as you grinded on him, kissing his neck softly. he could feel your arousal through your panties. you felt his hands creep up your legs, groping your ass under your shirt. they soon moved to your thighs, and closer to your center until you stopped him.

“no, you had your chance and you wanted me to wait,” you said after pulling away from the kiss, “remember only one of us has to be focused.” you shifted your position so you were now only straddling one of his legs, his bare thigh directly under your mound.

“cmon you know we have to catch up on this class, i’m ready now,” he pleaded, looking down between the two of you at your cunt glistening with arousal. you pulled your top over your head exposing your bare chest to him. your hardened nipples poked out massively, erect from the stimulation. you brought his hands to your chest and he kneaded your boobs, capturing your nipple in his mouth. he nibbles on the bud, soothing the pain with licks over the mound.

“so i’m gonna focus on me,” you whispered into his ear as you lowered yourself onto his thigh, gasping at the feeling of your clit on his sculpted thigh, “a-and you can watch, but no touching.” you moved his hands away from your chest and placed them by his side. he looked at you in awe as you started to move back and forth on his thigh, your arousal slicking his skin. you played with your clit as you rocked your hips on his leg, feeling the pressure build in your core.

honestly ethan may have been enjoying this more than you, his breath hiked with your own. the feeling of your cunt on his thigh made him rock hard. when he flexed you could feel his muscle massaging you core, causing you to whine out and move faster. his eyes were trained on your cunt moving back and forth, breathing heavy. you wanted more from him, needed more.

“l-look at me,” you cooed, he looked at you, watching as your eyes screwed shut at the feeling of his bare skin between your folds, “you know what i want you to do.”

“touch yourself,” you said, “i wanna see you fuck your hand, and i want you to think about me.”

you kissed him harshly, biting his lip as you pulled away and rested your forehead against, “can you do that pretty boy?” he nodded as he pulled his cock out of his boxers and began to pump his length. his tip had already been oozing precum as it glistened under his touch. you spat between the two of you, your saliva falling onto his cock, lubricating it as he pumped faster, tightening his grip around his length. you followed his rhythm. as he fucked his length faster, you rode his thigh harder, coming closer and closer to your orgasm.

“what does it feel like baby,” you asked breathlessly while you relentlessly fucked yourself on his leg.

“tight,” he groaned, looking down at your cunt gliding across his thigh, “and wet.” he whimpered as he jerked on his cock harder. “y-you wanna know how you feels,” you moaned, “hard.” he groaned as you described your feelings to him explicitly. “feels like i’m gonna cum all over you any s-second, fuck.”

you could hear your slick on his skin, along with the noises of ethan fisting his cock and it sent you over the edge. eyes screwed shut you gasped as you released your arousal all over. you clenched around his leg, riding his thigh through your finish. rambling about how good he felt and how good he was listening to your instructions, “ethan y-you’re so good, so good for me.” you opened your eyes only to find he hadn’t finished yet, he was still jerking himself off, eyes on your cunt. you could tell he was close as his hips bucked into his fist and his breathing became sloppy.

“you know what i thought of while i came all over you,” you whispered as you wetly kissed all around his neck, “your cock inside me, big, stretching me all out.” he groaned at your words, increasing his pace even more to reach his orgasm.

his eyes were screwed shut now, focused on cumming. he hummed as you spurred him on with your dirty words, teasing and taunting him, “imagine my cunt wrapped around your pretty cock,” you spoke, “can you feel me?”

“mhmm,” he whimpered, “oh shit.” his orgasm ripped through him as he came hard into his hand and onto your stomach. he shuddered underneath you, jaw clenched as he experienced his high. he’d never felt anything like it. he felt weak, breathing heavy as you sat smiling at him, looking at the mess the two of you made. you kissed him softly, tangling your fingers in curly hair.

“can’t wait until you fuck me pretty boy,” you giggled into his ear. when you pulled away ethan was bright red, still shy of your bluntness. regaining his composure he realized, “we’re uh- we’re gonna need to clean up before chad gets back.”

“ok, but chad won’t be back anytime soon,” you bet, “it hasn’t been that long.”

seconds later you heard three knocks on the door.

“ethan, i forgot my keys again can you let me in?,” chad yelled.

“oh i guess it has been that long,”

“oh shit”

[itsthesinbin]

Sins in Stardust [Chapter 7: First Day on the Job] (Bill Cipher/Reader/Stanford Pines)

Nothing rly to say this chapter! Beyond I'm still ill over this fic.

Just the usual: feedback welcome :3

Read the fic on AO3 here!

If you like it, reblog it!

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You didn’t know if this was a good idea. Bill was clearly not liked by the people here. The gnomes were one thing, but then two people actively being terrified of him to the point of murder should’ve set off alarm bells. Well, it DID, but you also thought back to your dream before you met him. Holding hands with him as kids, as the Axolotl fled back to the stars. You felt he was left with you for a reason. You had to see where things went, at least.

You pulled on the green tshirt, big black question mark front and center. You didn’t deny that you needed work. With no car, you were stuck here anyway- and hotel rooms weren’t cheap. Just the two weeks you had bought in advance ate a good chunk of your savings, which were already dwindling by the time you arrived here. Not to mention having to buy things for two people, which you didn’t plan on doing.

If you ever wanted to leave Gravity Falls, you needed a job. So, after a lot of bickering back and forth with Bill, you two agreed to work at the Mystery Shack. Bill was too small to have a uniform yet, so you slapped your hoodie back onto him for now. You agreed to keep Bill by your side for a while, just until Soos determined he was safe to wander. You two would be cleaning up after tour groups to keep out of sight.

Bill was, understandably, not happy about the arrangement. He bitched all the way back to the hotel. And until bed. And now, as you got ready to get picked up by Wendy. You’ve had it. You turned to Bill, hands on your hips. He had his arms crossed and was sitting on his little window bench.

“Bill. For the love of GOD, listen to me,” you stressed. Bill rolled his eye but motioned for you to continue. You gave him a look before you spoke again.

“Even if you weren’t possibly a dictator-criminal that tried to enslave and kill humanity, clearly you aren’t meant to be in this WORLD,” you snapped. Bill’s eye narrowed at you. You stepped closer.

“We both need their help. I need money- by extension YOU need money. And you need allies. These people are willing to at least give you a chance. Just… go along with it, til those Pines guys show up. Please,” you begged. Bill would sneer if he had a mouth. He knew he had no choice, really. As much as he hated it, he was at the mercy of the people around him. At your mercy. Stupid fucking Axolotl.

“Fine, fine! But once I get my power back I’m burning that entire shack to the GROUND!” He put the hoodie on with a huff and sat down like a pouting baby. You sighed as you brushed your hair out.

“If you do this, maybe I’ll reconsider a deal.” You were completely lying. You were just gonna wait it out as long as possible, and let the people who knew this guy handle him. You just needed to get enough money to get out of town. Maybe you can check out that discount car shop later and see how much you’d need to save. Your lie seemed to perk the triangle up, though.

“Oh you will NOT regret it if you do, kid! We can get Weirdmageddon 2.0 going in NO time! Just wish I remembered the first one.” He jumped down, grabbing your bag for you in an attempt to seem more cooperative. He even went as far as batting his eyelashes at you when you grabbed it. You huffed out a laugh. Your phone went off with a text from Wendy. You could see her truck parked out front through your window. Bill was out the door before you were.

“Hi Wendy- thanks for the carpool,” you greeted, helping Bill into the back seat. He was pissed about it, but she had one of those big trucks you had to climb up into. Poor guy was like 2 feet tall. Wendy gave him the stinkeye through the rearview as you got into the passenger’s seat. Wendy drove off without waiting for you both to get your seatbelts on. Teenagers.

“Just because I’ll be in the gift shop doesn’t mean I won’t be on high alert, cyclops,” Wendy warned, glaring back at Bill. He put a hand on his chest as if shocked.

“Me? I’ll be on my BEST behavior, thank you! I can’t even do anything fun like this, anyway! Stupid, undeveloped frog had to have done something to me.” He grumbled the last part. You shrugged. You didn’t even know what the Axolotl was. Maybe you could ask Bill when you were alone, later.

The ride to the shack didn’t take near as long as the walk. Thank fuck, cause it was so awkward with Bill and Wendy glaring at each other whenever she took her eyes off the road. She directed you to the part of the building that hosted the tours, and showed you where the cleaning supplies were.

“Tour schedule’s here- steer clear of the place when a tour’s going on. If anything else needs doing, Soos’ll flag you guys down. Good luck,” was all she gave, before hurrying out of there. You sighed when she left, glad it didn’t feel like someone was one word away from killing you. Bill also seemed a little relieved she was gone.

You pushed out the little rolling cart that had all the supplies. You were supposed to dust everything off and make the tour area presentable before the first group arrived. You handed Bill a duster, telling him to get the low areas for you. He just stared at you like you were a fucking idiot.

“I’m not doing chores! That’s YOUR job, I just agreed to come along for safety reasons! My own safety!” You dropped the duster into his hands. He gave you a nasty look as you walked ahead.

“Bill, the deal was WE work here ‘til the Pines get back. ‘We’ includes you. At least I’m not making you try to use the mop.” The broom and mop were bigger than he was. He let out a pissed, near animalistic growl as he slapped the bottoms of displays with his duster. It was ineffective, but you figured you’d work up to doing it properly. At least he didn’t try to stab you with it.

“... Who’s the Axolotl?” You asked after about 10 minutes of silent cleaning. You had been debating asking, and felt like it was a bad decision when you saw him tense and freeze. He let out an exaggerated groan. In a rare moment of seriousness, he sighed.

“It’s… a powerful deity- more powerful than me, and I don’t say that lightly. It HAS to be the one behind this. You all having dreams about it and then me losing half my memory? No coincidence. It’s the only creature that COULD do that,” he explained, reaching up to scratch at his upper point in confusion. His irritation faded slightly and he began to pace back and forth.

“I just… don’t know why,” he mumbled. “If it has enough to wipe my memory and send me to this dimension freely, why not just kill me? To torture me?” You twisted your hands around the plastic pole of the broom. If what he- and Wendy- has told you was true, maybe he deserved to die. Or be tortured. But…

“That dream I had didn’t seem like it was… telling me to torture you, or anything like that,” you said quietly as you headed for a cobweb in the corner. It had actual insect carcasses in it, so you figured it wasn’t a prop to make the place creepier. Maybe. You’d apologize to Soos if you were wrong. Bill watched you for a minute.

“What DID you dream about? I just woke up there,” he asked, leaning against the Sascrotch display. You frowned. It was odd that apparently everyone involved with Bill- including you, who only just met him- had some kind of dream.

“Well… I was floating in space, and it appeared as a bunch of stars. Moved its tail and suddenly you were there as a kid, I guess. I was a kid too. It left, you asked if I wanted to watch the stars with you, and then I woke up.” You cringed at the webs caught in the broom. You grabbed a glove to pull the bits out to throw them into the trash.

“As a kid-? What the hell is it thinking? Is it trying to give me a pity party?” Bill paused. “... I wish I’d thought of that.” You shook your head, a little exasperated and amused. You couldn’t help but laugh a little at him.

“Either way, you’re here now. Might as well make the most of it.” Bill hummed, crossing his arms as he watched you. He definitely would make the most of it- you were already making it easy. He could tell you had some sense of good will toward him. Combined with just breaking it off with a clingy ex, he could smell the savior complex. His memories may be gone to an extent, but he didn’t lose his edge. He knew he could get you wrapped around his finger, easy. So, he’d play along.

He went back to dusting and wiping down the parts of displays he could reach. All this shit was stupid looking. A bunch of taxidermied animals stapled together. That severed hand was real, though. That was kinda neat.

“So, about those powers you’re supposed to have…” you started, a little embarrassed to pry into his personal business. But then you remembered he was an obvious egomaniac. He practically lit up at the fact he got to talk about himself.

“Oh-ho, what COULDN’T I do? I could read minds and memories, invade and manipulate your dreams- If we make a deal, I could rewrite your vision to let you see colors no human has! It’d be fun!” You couldn’t say you HATED the idea of seeing shrimp colors. The fact you didn’t immediately reject the idea was a good sign to him.

“You wanna see Brown 2?” You made a confused noise. Bill was grinning at you, hands behind his back mischievously. You leaned against the wall, a small smile on your face.

“Really? Brown 2?” “Really! It’s more brown! You’d love it, Stardust. And True Magenta. The magenta you humans got is NOTHING like the real deal,” he exclaimed proudly. You snorted a little, getting off the wall so you two could continue your work.

“Okay, you got me. Seeing more brown and real magenta sounds cool. I can show you how to start a fire with a soda can and some toothpaste.” Bill stopped. That… was actually interesting. You could tell he thought so.

“My parents were survival nuts. We went camping every year. They wanted me to know how to live off the land completely- fire-making, foraging, purifying water… All that fun stuff.” You smiled, remembering those starry nights and long hikes fondly. Learning what tracks belonged to which animal and what kind of mushrooms were edible.

“So, what do your parents think of you skipping town and being out here? They the “leave home and disown you’” types or what?” Your smile fell. Your hands tightened around the broom again, matching the way your chest squeezed.

“They’re… long gone. Dad died first, then my mom later. I’m sure they’d… be proud I left, though,” you said slowly. Bill was silent. You didn’t notice the way his eye trailed to the floor. The grip he had on the duster tightened.

“Do… triangle demons have parents?” You turned to him, and you only caught him staring downward for a split second before he laughed.

“I had to have come from somewhere, wouldn’t I? You said you saw me as a kid!” You flushed, embarrassed. Of course you did- you just told him you did. He waved it off, though.

“Are they still around, then?” He was uncharacteristically quiet. Something flashed across his eye. You could’ve sworn it was despair. His only answer, after a long silence, was a simple “no”.

“... Guess we have something in common, then, huh?” Bill let out a humorless laugh, turning back to a display that held a jar of eyes. All the eyes seemed to stare him down.

“Not as much as you think, Stardust.”

[noturvlentine]

warm pale evening

Jake Muller (re6) x reader

based on this request 🖤 hope i got remotely close to what you had in mind!!!

this one’s a short one, but i kinda shoved the reader character into doing what Jake does alongside him- extending from the end cut scene of Jake in re6 where it’s suggested he’s still a mercenary but also helping fight B.O.Ws, so this is set post re6

do not copy my stuff elsewhere but reblogs are ok!!!

fluff basically, mentions of previous events

Summary- Jake and his lover are having a talk in bed about their worries sometime into the evening.

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Somewhere in the Middle East

August

01:20AM

The late summer atmosphere was starting to catch a little breeze. You didn’t know how long you were due to stay in this worn down flat- it was a cheap stay for the time being while Jake received intel on the latest B.O.W reports around the city. He had kept in touch with Sherry after what unfolded in 2012, though he wasn’t keen on being governed by any authority what so ever. You two were always on the move, stopping here and there to discreetly (but not so quietly) take down any bio-organic weapons along the way. You wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world- though it did make you worry about your relationship more than you should.

Jake stood on the balconet, his silhouette leaning wanderingly against the short railing behind the curtains. He’d left the slender door open, you could feel the light breeze wavering into the room. The door was like a large window, and the balcony was barely big enough to fit the two of you- it reminded you of Italy for some reason. You could tell Jake was eating away at his thoughts as he observed the clouded sky. You propped yourself up on your elbows, shifting on the bed to get a better look at him.

‘Jake?’

‘Mmm?’

‘Come back, it’s cold outside’

He turned his head in the dark, his silhouette craning its neck to get a better peak inside. He quietly made his way back into the room, shutting the small glass door behind him. Jakes sweatpants hung low at his hips as the rest of his bare torso dimly lit by the moon, making his way over to his side of the bed. You were in a thin white tshirt, probably one of his seeing as it was quite big on you, you’d both kicked off the covers hours before due to the heat. Jake shuffled the blanket to the side as the mattress sank beside you. There was no bed frame, just clean white sheets on a mattress, brushing up against warm wooden floors. He sat himself on the bed against the wall, slumping down to meet your level. He motioned for you to move closer to him, so you did, your head resting against his chest as his arm looped around your shoulders.

‘I’m worried you know-‘ you began, staring outside. Jake began gently twirling a strand of you hair around his finger.

‘Go ahead- I’m listening.’

A pause followed. Maybe now wasn’t the time for this, maybe you wanted to lie in silence with his arms wrapped around you.

‘What if it all goes wrong one day?- what if- fuck, I don’t know. What if something terrible happens and we lose each other-‘

‘Oh shut up.’ He teased amidst your sentimental stuttering.

‘Jake I’m being serious okay- I’m not at all against what we do but sometimes I could almost die thinking about it.’ You sighed, expecting some witty reply back from him. But he stayed silent for a while longer, thinking about whether to be completely honest with you or just to assure you that it was all okay.

‘Listen, I think about it too- in fact I was just drowning in that thought outside before you called me back in.’ He scoffed at himself- for once he’s not pretending. ‘God- I don’t even know where to start. But what’s important is this, we’re here right now and that’s all that matters right?’ You felt him shrug at his words as he brought his other hand up to your face, gently running his thumb across your cheekbone. You shifted your head up to look at him, tracing your finger across the scar on his face down to his chin, pulling him down to kiss you. It was long and sweet, delicate almost, as if the conversation wasn’t finished. You pulled away slightly to see the complexion in his eyes, searching them for some kind of answer. You sighed quietly and dropped your hand down to his chest, trailing it all the way to his side as you had your arm wrapped around him.

‘I just wanna love you without having to worry about it.’ You said as you snuggled up against him a little more.

‘Then do as you please. Love me without worry.’ He repeated, sliding down his pillow so that you were both somewhat levelled again. He spoke softly and carefully as his fingers continue to weave through your hair, his other hand now tracing small circles on your arm around him. You shifted onto your side a little more and slipped one of your legs between his.

‘Maybe we should call off kicking ass tomorrow and just lie like this for another day.’

You hummed in response.

‘One hell of a job it is, we should retire.’

‘It’s not really a job, Jake.’ You teased at him.

Jake chuckled in response, reaching a hand down the mattress to pull a bit of blanket on both of you.

AN: I have no idea what that is but it rendered kind of bittersweet in my head, kind of a bit domestic despite the setting I guess but it was fun!!!

[performativezippers]

Personally I would love a part 2 from Lucy. I love the way you write them. Also, poor Kate, having to take an Uber to the hospital because she doesn’t have anyone to call. 🥺

Okay part 2 got too long (shocking i know) so i wanted to put both part 1 and part 2 on AO3, even though they're way less polished than my usual stuff but AO3 is currently down for maintenance! So they'll be up later today or tomorrow, but you can read all of part 2 here. it's too long for tumblr but we can prevail!

but like...uhhhhhh...if you want to also leave a comment on ao3 when it's back up that would be like........extremely fun of you.

anyway! enjoy, or whatever it is i should say before feeding you some angst!

Part 2: Lucy

[part 1 fit within canon; this part does not and definitely happens before 1x19]

It’s been a long day. They all seem to be, now, the hours that used to feel exhilarating and meaningful becoming more and more of a grind. It should be the opposite: since the breakup, Lucy’s had so much less to do after work, so the work hours should feel like less of a burden—they’re not keeping her from something anymore—but they don’t. She feels like she’s been worked down to the bone, just ground down into nothing.

It's late, the sun went down hours ago, but she’s still buried in a report Whistler brought over a couple hours ago.

It’s easier for Lucy to think of her as Whistler, here at work. Whistler, who works at the FBI now, and seems to be enjoying not having to block them at every step anymore. Whistler, who Tennant is bringing into more and more cases. Whistler, with the crisp ponytail and creds hanging from her neck. Not Kate. Not Kate who wore tshirts and loose shorts and only pulled her hair up if it was getting in Lucy’s face in bed. Not Kate who pretended like Lucy mattered to her, like she felt what Lucy did, like what they were building in the sanctuary of her apartment meant something to her.

Not Kate who cheated on her. Not Kate who lied to her face, over and over, for months. Not Kate who broke her heart into a million pieces. Not Kate who Lucy was fucking in love with and who was seeing someone else the whole time.

Not Kate who Lucy let herself picture a fucking future with, a life with, a comfortable house and a cat and sunrise jogs and coffee runs and late nights whispering affection under the covers.

It wasn’t Kate who dropped off the files before leaving for the day, it was Whistler, and that’s the only way Lucy can get through these long, exhausting, grinding days.

Whistler had put the files together in a hurry as a favor to Tennant, so they’re not as neat as what she usually brings over. Not color-coded or cross-tabbed or any of the nerdy shit she likes. It’s a loose collection of file folders and even a few errant pieces of paper, which is very unlike her. Her DIA habits run deep—she always protects the intel.

Lucy tries not to think about how good she is at that, how well she protected the intel from Lucy. But, no. That was Kate, and this is Whistler, and Lucy has to keep it compartmented or she’ll fucking lose it right here in the bullpen and she’s not interested in doing that again.

She flips to the last page in the pile, and it takes her a second to figure out what she’s looking at. It’s not an official FBI document, and she feels like her brain is going in slow motion, but as soon as the words pierce the fog in her brain, she feels her heart drop into her gut with a wet, sickening thud.

It has the Queen’s Hospital logo on the top left. Then it says KATHERINE M. WHISTLER, with her birthday and her medical record number. In the middle, prominent and bold, it says RESULTS FROM ECHOCARDIOGRAM.

Lucy blinks at the document a couple of times, like maybe the paper will morph into the financial details of their suspect if she just tries harder. This can’t…no.

She immediately understands what happened. Tennant was rushing Whistler, and she grabbed the stack of files and papers off her desk without triple-checking them like usual, and this personal paper was underneath the stack. It’s a mistake Lucy can barely imagine happening, a mistake that is so un-Whistler-like that if Lucy didn’t have the evidence in her hand, she’d be wondering if something was wrong with Whistler.

But yes, something is obviously wrong with Whistler, because healthy people don’t get Echocardiograms. And having a health problem is distracting enough to not triple-check a stack of documents, sure. It all makes sense, except all of Lucy’s feelings are dialing up instead of easing back now that she’s solved the mystery.

She flips rapidly and erratically between confusion and fear for a minute before she firmly settles on rage.

She’s fucking furious.

She’s furious with Whistler for dropping this paper on her desk by mistake, making this Lucy’s problem. She tries to focus on that, but it doesn’t work. She tries to hold herself there, but the target of her rage keeps sliding from Whistler for being careless to Kate for being…something. Something that Lucy wishes were “secretive” but might be “hurt.”

She’s fucking furious at Kate for being sick. And she’s fucking furious this is the way she’s finding out—late at night, in the bullpen, by accident in a way that would absolutely horrify Kate if she knew about it.

She’s out the door before she’s decided what to do, seeing red, the paper crumpling in her white-knuckled grip. She drives to Kate’s apartment on autopilot, so angry that the waves of sadness that always swamp her when she thinks about the last time she was here barely catch her attention. She’s focused and furious and intent.

She knocks on the door and tries to hold onto her rage as flashbacks of Cara’s blank, expectant face threaten to drag her under and try to bring tears to her eyes.

It’s Kate who opens the door this time, and Lucy forces Cara out of her mind. It’s Kate, not Whistler, because she’s in yoga pants and a Northwestern tshirt that Lucy know she sleeps in, and her hair is down and fluffy like she showered after work.

“Lucy?”

“What the fuck is this?” Lucy holds out the paper, wrinkled now from her sweaty, clenched fist.

Kate looks confused—understandably, because Lucy hasn’t been here since that night and they’ve barely talked but they’re trying to get to a place of being civil at work, and now Lucy’s here at her apartment, after nine at night, cursing at her with no context.

But then Kate realizes what the paper is, her eyes catching on the hospital logo, and Lucy watches as the blood drains from Kate’s face, leaving her ashen and somehow haggard.

“Where did you get that?” Kate snaps, ripping the paper out of Lucy’s hand.

“It was in with the Smith files,” Lucy says and watches as all of the fight leaves Kate’s eyes, her shoulders slumping and some part of her defensive façade falling away. Lucy had gotten so used to seeing it, to seeing Kate with armor up, that she’d forgotten what Kate looks like without it.

She looks too lost and tired and resigned now to be beautiful, exactly, but she makes Lucy’s heart hurt anyway.

“I’m sorry,” Kate manages to say, and Lucy can see that she’s fighting through a lot to be able to speak at all. She’s not sure if it’s embarrassment or shame or fear or maybe a little bit of the rage Lucy feels, but it’s a lot. “That was unacceptably unprofessional.”

Lucy’s trying very hard to stay furious and not slide into something like afraid and in love, so she rolls her eyes.

“I apologize,” Kate says stiffly, pretending she’s Whistler even though they both know she’s not. “Thank you for returning it to me.” Saying Whistler’s lines without Whistler’s armor makes her look remarkably naked, like a child pretending to be a warrior.

Lucy could slice her in half without breaking a sweat. Lucy could destroy her, and she should want to, but, even full to the brim with rage, she doesn’t want to.

“What happened?” Lucy can hear that her voice is harsh and a little snappish, too loud and not at all caring, and she likes it.

“I had it on my desk and I must have picked it up with the other—”

“No,” Lucy interrupts. “Why the fuck did you have an echo, Kate?”

Kate blinks a couple times, and Lucy wonders when the last time she called her “Kate” was. Probably the last time she was actually inside this apartment, back before she knew Kate was a lying, cheating, broken asshole.

“It doesn’t matter,” Kate says, but Lucy takes a step forward and something almost happy flickers in her chest at the way Kate takes a quick step backward. She’s not a match for Lucy—not ever, and especially not right now when Lucy is on fire with anger.

“Talk,” Lucy orders, and Kate shakes her head but she steps back again, clearing the doorway and wordlessly inviting Lucy inside.

Lucy steps in and slams the door loudly behind her, not bothering to take her shoes off. She doesn’t say anything, just stares, her jaw clenched and her arms crossed over her chest.

“It was just a precaution,” Kate says, moving a little slowly now, like Lucy’s a dangerous animal and Kate is trying not to be skittish or otherwise remind her of prey. “It came back normal.”

“Bullshit,” Lucy says. Precaution for what, exactly? Yeah, no. That’s not the whole story, not by a long shot. “Try again.”

Kate looks like she can’t decide if she wants to smile at the way Lucy knows her, or shove Lucy out of her apartment for demanding information she has no right to. Or cry.

“I fainted a few weeks ago,” Kate finally says. “They weren’t sure why.”

Lucy blinks again, more times. “You…what? When?”

She doesn’t remember anyone talking about it, and if Tennant or the guys knew, they’d have told her. She’s—frustratingly—seen Whistler almost every day since she started at the FBI, and she always seemed fine. When the fuck could this have happened?

“Um…the week before I started at the Bureau.”

She’s twisting her hands together like she’s nervous, and Lucy’s investigator brain wonders what she still has to be anxious about, what she still hasn’t told Lucy.

“Where?”

Kate tilts her head a little. “What?”

“Where were you when it happened?” Lucy knows that she’s slipped into interrogation mode, but she can’t be bothered to stop. It’s the fastest way between point A and point B, and Lucy’s not trying to linger on the journey, not when the journey involves being alone in a room with Kate Whistler, a room where she used to feel cared about and valued and loved, back before she learned it was all a lie.

“Here,” Kate says softly.

“You were alone?” Lucy asks, and Kate clenches her jaw. Lucy’s heart sinks even further—she wasn’t alone. She was with someone.

Cara, probably.

That’s why her fingers are turning white in her grip, why her breaths are high and fast in her chest, why she still looks pale but with embarrassed splotches of red on each cheek. She was with fucking Cara, and everything she said that night, everything about Lucy being more than she’d bargained for, about breaking it off for real—that was all a lie too.

Lucy wants to throw up, or maybe deck Kate in the face.

But then Kate says, “Yes,” and the way she says it—looking down, scuffing her bare toes against the floor, makes Lucy believe her.

She was alone.

So if not Cara, if she’s not ashamed of still being with Cara or of seeing someone else, then what? What’s the other shoe that she’s so afraid of dropping?

“Tell me exactly what happened,” Lucy says through gritted teeth. “From the beginning.”

Kate seems to have accepted that she’s not getting out of this interrogation until Special Agent Tara is satisfied, and maybe she’ll get a lighter sentence if she starts fully cooperating. “I woke up on the bathroom floor,” she says, and already something pinched and horrible is seizing Lucy’s heart. She can picture it perfectly—blonde hair splayed out on pristine white tile, long limbs akimbo, unsteady breaths puffing out onto the floor.

“I…there was blood,” Kate says, quickly, like she’s trying to get this part over with. “It was from my head. I must have hit it when I fell.” She touches a spot behind her right ear, and the vision in Lucy’s mind shifts.

The floor is no longer the clean, pristine white tile that Kate is obsessive about cleaning, but is now smeared with thick, coagulating blood. It smells like hot metal and pain in her imagination, and the blonde hair on the floor is clumped and clotted with blood. The face underneath is paler, and the breaths leaving condensation on the floor are shorter and shallower. Her cheek is stuck to the tile with a layer of sticky, drying blood, and it’s running down her neck to her elbow and under her shoulder blades, sinking into her shirt and dripping off her forehead.

“They ran a bunch of tests at the hospital, but they didn’t find anything,” she says, almost rueful. “I got a few stitches, and that was it.”

Lucy pictures Kate in a hospital gown, pale and bloody, unsteady and wavering on her feet. Alone under a white sheet, up against a white wall, hooked up to white machines, every non-answer striking fear deeper and deeper into her heart that she’d leave the hospital as confused and afraid as when she arrived.

Kate is taller than Lucy by a good six inches, but she seems small right now, curled in on herself, like she’s bracing herself against something heavy and devastating.

Lucy’s forgotten to be angry for the last few minutes, too focused on figuring out the mystery of what is making Kate so twitchy, on picturing the woman she loved lying in pool of her own coagulating blood, but as the answer makes itself clear to her, she can already feel the rage starting to simmer in her gut again.

It’s the only gap in the timeline. It’s the only thing that makes sense.

All she has to say is, “How’d you get to the hospital?” and Kate looks up at her, pressing her lips into a thin, white line, the worry lines in her forehead standing out, stark and deep against the unhealthy pallor of her face.

Kate doesn’t bother to lie to her. “I took an uber,” she says, and, there it is.

Lucy fucking loses it.

The image of Kate in a fucking stranger’s car, huddled in the backseat, hiding her blood and her fear from some strange man, someone who could have taken advantage of her, hurt her even more. He must have smelled the blood, seen the clots in her hair. Lucy finds herself wanting to rip his head off; he, who was there at Kate’s most vulnerable moment, when he did fucking nothing to deserve it.

He, who was there when Lucy should have been.

The fury finds Lucy again and sweeps her off her feet, carrying her along in a wild current. She can tell that underneath the rapids are huge boulders of fear, but she lets herself skim the surface, only letting the pure rage touch her.

“You don’t take a fucking uber to the hospital, Kate!” Lucy spits at her. “You fucking call someone! I’d have thought someone as smart as you would have known without being told that if you wake up in a pool of your own fucking blood, you fucking call someone!”

“I was fine,” Kate protests, but Lucy scoffs as loudly as she can.

“You were bleeding,” she spits. “You were bleeding and alone and you could have died, and then what would have happened?”

The corner of Kate’s mouth twitches, which makes Lucy even angrier. “Well, nothing else would have happened for me, if I were dead,” Kate says like this isn’t fucking serious, and Lucy feels herself actually snarl.

She’s a step closer now, and the light fades from Kate’s eyes at the look on Lucy’s face. “This isn’t fucking funny, Kate,” she snaps, and Kate nods quickly, like she’s trying to pacify Lucy.

“I know it’s not,” she says softly. “I know it’s not.”

“You should have fucking called me,” Lucy says, breathing hard like she’s been running.

“I thought about it,” Kate admits, small again. “But I didn’t…” Her lips twist again, almost into a smile, but this one is wry and self-deprecating and very aware of every single thing she ever did to hurt Lucy. “I didn’t think you’d want to hear from me.”

Lucy has been furious for a long time now—since Kate told her about the blood, since she found the document, since Cara opened the front door and ruined everything—and she’s tired. She’s exhausted. She’s sick of being so angry and sad all the time, so tired of reminding herself to play nice with Whistler at work, so fucking over pretending that looking at Whistler doesn’t make her want to burst into tears, every fucking time.

She’s exhausted and the days have been such a grind and the spike of fear and adrenaline from finding the letter about the echo has faded, so now she’s just mad and tired and so, so painfully sad.

She wants to say something nicer, something more neutral, but instead she hears herself yelling at Kate. Actually, honest to god yelling, her voice loud and cracking, her hands balled up fists, tears in her eyes. “You don’t get to make me into the fucking bad guy,” she yells at Kate’s sad, pallid face. “You broke my heart. All I did was love you, and you lied to me and cheated on me, and I refuse—no, let me say this—” Her voice breaks, and she can feel herself crying now. “I refuse to be the reason you almost died alone in your apartment, Kate. If you were too scared or ashamed to call me, that’s on you, not on me.”

The silence after she closes her mouth is thick. A horrible, loud silence, broken only by her own harsh ragged breaths, and then the heartbreaking sound of Kate trying not to cry.

“I’m sorry,” Lucy says, shaking out her fist and then holding up her hands, palms out. “I didn’t mean to yell.”

She also didn’t mean to say that she loved Kate—she’s pretty sure she said it and she knows she meant it, but she hadn’t meant to say it. Had never meant to let Kate know, to confirm to her how deeply and convincingly she’d played Lucy, how far gone for her Lucy was when all Kate was doing was fucking around.

“No,” Kate says, but she shakes her head and that makes the tears slip out of her eyes. “I’m sorry. I keep—it’s the last thing I want to do, but I just keep hurting you.”

Lucy considers her for a long moment, and then says something so true that she shouldn’t have said it at all. “The thing that would hurt me the worst is if you were seriously hurt, Kate.”

Kate looks up at her, then, like she’s trying to figure Lucy out. To measure her, to rewind and replay that moment with the subtitles on, to figure out if the tiny swell of hope Lucy can see in Kate’s eyes is justified.

“I’m okay,” she says softly, this time like it’s for Lucy, not to protect herself from Lucy.

“You were hurt,” Lucy says, somehow not over it even though she can see Kate standing in front of her, tall and clearly okay, even though she’d tried not to look but her eyes had caught on the words no abnormalities detected on Kate’s echo paperwork.

“I was,” Kate says, and there’s something different about her softness now. Before she held her naked vulnerability like it was a weakness, like she wanted to protect it from Lucy, but now she’s giving it to Lucy as a gift. Here, she’s saying. Here’s my soft underbelly, here’s myself, and I want you to see it. I want you see that I want you to have it. “And I’m sorry I didn’t call you. I’m sorry I hurt you.”

Lucy wishes she were still angry, that it didn’t feel so fucking awful to rage at someone who so clearly doesn’t want to rage back, who bore all of the abuse Lucy threw at her like she deserved it, who clearly absorbed all of the criticism into the soft animal of her body like it belonged there.

Instead she’s right back here, crying in Kate’s apartment, standing too far away from a person she so badly wants to fling herself at. She wants to press a gentle kiss to Kate’s stitches, to hold her hand, to put her head on Kate’s chest and hear that steady heartbeat for herself.

She brushes the tears off her cheeks, and Kate looks at her like she’s making a decision, weighing if she should say something or not.

“I loved you too, you know,” Kate finally says, conversational, like it’s nothing. “I mean, I never stopped—I still do. Love you. I hope you know that.”

Lucy shakes her head. That can’t be true. Kate can’t have loved her, because Kate broke her heart. Kate ruined everything; she built it on a foundation of lies and then she threw it all away.

“I’ll never say it again if you don’t want me to, but I need you to know it,” Kate says, soft but unyielding. A bit of her usual steel back under her gentleness. “I lied to you, I wasn’t honest with you, and I hurt you, but it was never because I didn’t love you, that it didn’t matter to me. That you didn’t matter to me. Because you did. More than you could know.”

Lucy wonders if Kate’s concussion shook something loose in her brain. “That’s hard to believe,” she says, and Kate nods.

“I know,” Kate says. “Sometimes the truest things are.”

Lucy wonders if she needs an echocardiogram, if her heart is still beating right or is even in the right place. She can hear a heartbeat thundering in her ears, like it’s trying to drown out the sound of Kate saying those words, but they’re all Lucy can hear anyway.

“Okay,” Lucy says after a long pause. “Okay, well. I’m going to, um…” She can’t stay here any longer. Not now that she’s not furious, not now that Kate is saying these impossible things that are making her reexamine everything that’s happened, forcing her rewrite the story of what happened between them, to replace so many periods with question marks.

“Okay,” Kate says, still so soft and open.

Lucy doesn’t know what else to say. Bye sounds too final, and take care too pointed. See you at work is crossing the streams between business and personal that they’ve tried so hard to keep separate.

She ends up just nodding at Kate before turning and letting herself out the front door.

She doesn’t make it down to the parking lot. As the elevator passes the fifth floor, Lucy panics and smashes the button for the fourth floor. She steps quickly out as soon as the doors open and immediately jabs the up button, tapping her foot and muttering until the other elevator shows up to take her back up eight floors.

She knocks too loudly, and the Kate who opens the door has red eyes and looks as startled as Lucy feels.

Lucy can’t look at her. She flings herself into Kate’s body, and she hears a little oomph as Kate absorbs her impact, Kate’s arms coming up around her without hesitation, like they belong there. Lucy can feel Kate’s chest shuddering, and she digs her fingers into Kate like something is going to try to rip her away.

Kate’s holding her tightly, her palms pressed hard against Lucy’s back, her fingers twitching like she’s not sure how much she can touch, how much she can have.

Lucy can feel Kate’s fear fighting with her desire as one hand slowly slides up, settling at the base of Lucy’s skull like Lucy is the most precious thing she can imagine.

“I’m sorry that happened to you,” Lucy mutters into Kate’s neck. “I’m sorry you were alone.”

Kate makes some little humming sound into her ear, still shaking against Lucy.

“Promise you’ll call me next time,” Lucy demands, speaking mostly to her favorite of the moles on Kate’s neck. “Promise me.” She hopes Kate knows she doesn’t just mean if she faints again, or hurts her head, but if she needs something. If she’s sick or she’s scared or she just needs to call.

“I promise,” Kate says, her fingers sliding through Lucy’s thick curls.

Lucy gives herself five more breaths. Five more deep breaths, where she can smell Kate’s skin and feel Kate’s arms, strong and afraid, tight around her back. Five more breaths to dig herself as far into Kate as she can, to live in this fantasy moment where everything bad is behind them.

After five, she pulls back.

“Okay,” she says.

“Okay,” Kate says, her smile like a rainbow during a thunderstorm. Like maybe one day this part will be over, and there will be something new between them.

“See you tomorrow,” Lucy says, and Kate nods.

“You will.”

Lucy makes it to the parking lot this time, and into the car, and all the way to her apartment.

She’s not angry anymore, Kate’s scent still in her throat, the ghost of her smooth skin under Lucy’s fingertips, and for tonight that will have to be enough.

[mushiemushroom]

Eddie Munson+reader

It’s obvy not done I’m gunna finish it on Wattpad though because I think it’s too graphic for tumblr unfortunately. Does anyone else remember when tumblr was just full of aesthetically pleasing porn. Those were the days anyway let me know what you think

Edit: it’s finished on Wattpad the story is called Summer ‘84

My wattpad bunnnnnnnnnyy

I’ll edit it on there and it’ll be more of a finished version

Warnings: weed, dirty talk, very smutty

Eddie sits on the couch in his hellfire club shirt and pj pants all ready for the sleep over you agreed to. His uncle isn’t going to be here for the next two days and mom thinks I’m at mollies. I walk in after outing my pjs on (tshirt&panties) holding the blunt I rolled up before hand. I go to sit beside him and before I can even get halfway he pulls me onto his lap straddling his thighs.

‘Oh shit I didn’t grab a lighter’ I said. I can tell he’s looking around and all of a sudden he wraps his arm around my lower back as he goes forward and I go back ward as he picks up a light from the floor. I light the blunt inhaling at the same time get a nice long drag making sure it’s going to burn evenly. I hit it one last time and put it between Eddie’s lips. I can already feel the lightness filling my body. Before I get lost deep into the feeling Eddie hands me the blunt and goes right for my neck. Attacking me with little kisses that turns into slow wet kisses. He softly sucks on my neck as he goes down to my collar bone. Leaving a line of wetness with his tongue.

He looks up at me and takes his turn . He leaves the blunt between his lips as he reaches his hands under my shirt to hold my breasts and squeeze them a bit. Then instead of looking at my chest his eyes switch to my face and as he does I can feel a sharp pinch on my nipple making me yelp a little bit and pull back. Just as soon I’m being pulled forward filling the gap between us. Torso to torso. Heart to heart. It’s my turn once more but Eddie doesnt have patience as he pulls my shirt up, his hand still on the small of my back keeping me against him as I learn away. His perfectly pink lips close around my protruding nipple and it makes me feel so heavenly. and I’m so high and my eyes are so dry from the smoke I can only keep them closed as he bites down for a couple of seconds. 1… my breathing hitches and the goosebumps rise 2… his hands on my back keep me from being able to get away 3… I drop the blunt on the couch as he finally lets go.

‘Fuck’ I say totally out of and not expecting that at all. Eddie repeats me when he sees the burning hole on the couch growing in size. He picks it up and puts it out to the right of him.

‘You liked that huh’ Eddie says smiling. ‘You almost started a fire.’ I chuckle right along with him as I pull my shirt above my head. My long ass hair falls over my shoulder but Eddie pushes it back and places his steady hand on my neck supporting me. Or taking control rather. He pulls me in for a deep kiss. The kind that gets your heart racing and your mind on one thing and one thing only. Sex.

See I’ve had sex before but not with Eddie. We’ve made out and I’ve dry humped his thigh before but not sex. At least not yet. Fuck I’ve been dreaming about it tho. His body, his voice, his menacing smile, his big hands. Ik they could take away every ounce of innocence left in me and I’d let him do it over and over again. I’d let him make me cum over and over again. The thought of it sends waves of heat crashing through my body and I moan into Eddie’s mouth. Pushing my hips into his trying to find what I’m looking for.

I can feel it. His hard cock like a thrown made of gold. Once I started I couldn’t stop. It felt so good and I wanted it so bad. Ever since I got with Eddie I’ve been thinking about things like this. And this wasn’t even the best part. The friction, the heat, the pulsing and throbbing was getting to be too much and like a volcano and all came out of my mouth as my head fell back and my eyes rolled up.

‘Your such an eager girl.’ He says as his hand wraps around my neck. The cool of his rings contrasting the heat of my skin “Calm down baby take it slow. We got all night.’ He kisses my cheek and with his hand on my neck pushes me onto the couch on my back. He lands perfectly between my legs his hips against the back of my thighs and I can still feel him. He just looks at me. At us. His eyes going right to the sweet spot. I wore my sexiest underwear. Just plain black cotton. I can feel a cold spot on my pussy lips as his body left my touch and I know what that means. His hands slide down the insides of my thighs stopping right before they get there. He pulls the skin there in the opposite direction hoping something peeks out from my pants. I can’t tell what’s happening down there but his face goes all screwy and he refocuses his attention up at me.

‘Your body is so fucking hot.’ I can just tell he says it with a smile even though his faces is close to my chest. ‘Jesus you even smell delishious.’ He says as he inhales. He once again holds my breat up to his mouth and he sucks on my nipple. So hard I can’t help arch my back. The feeling flows through me and my hips come up a lil bit to find my pussy lips right against his dick. The moment he realizes he’s pushing back into me wether on purpose or not.

‘I’ve been thinking about this moment for so long’ he says as his hips start moving back and forth. The only thing separating us is a couple of layers of fabric. I feel like I could cum with just the slightest touch and here he is basically smashing his dick against my clit. He must’ve been reading my mind because he pulls away from me. Only to come right back down with his head between my thighs. He kisses my thighs starting near the knee and sucks a little all the way down. It turns into biting and me trying to squirm away.

‘Ok, ok’ he says softly holding my hips down ‘this is probably gunna be your favorite part’ he says it with a smirk as he looks up at me his hair and bangs a lil disheveled from my hands. ‘ I know you’ve never done this before so I’ll explain, ok.’ Omg he’s rediculous he knows exactly what he’s doing. Yea so I’ve never had my pussy eaten but he’s trying to embarrass me. He loves teasing just to see how red my face gets. He definitely has a kink for that. He takes two fingers and walks them along my bunking line ‘well, I’ll start at your clit.’ He says as his pointer finger lands right where he speaks of. My hips move involuntarily to rub against even the smallest amount of pressure. ‘I’ll make it nice and wet and rub it with my tongue up and down.’ His finger starts moving up and down making me moan the smallest bit. I’m closing my eyes imaging whats not too far away. ‘Then once you think it couldn’t get anybetter.’ His fingers move downward slowly. ‘I’ll put my fingers inside of you, one at first.’ He circles his finger over the opening of my vagina. ‘Then two if I think you can handle it.’ And finally when your just about to cum I’ll twist my hand upwards and curl my fingers like this .’ I look downward as he makes a becaning motion with his two fingers. His other hand staying where it is on my underwear. ‘That’s when you’ll feel that feeling you’ve never felt before.’

‘I’m gunna take off your panties.’ He says as he sits himself up a bit. I agree and he hooks his fingers around my waist and on both hips and starts pulling as I lift my hips up before I know it my panties are on the floor. Now I’m completely naked at the hands of Eddie Munson. His facial expression turns almost feral as he looks at me. Then immediately back down. ‘Pretty face, pretty pussy.’ He says looking back at me smiling. Fuck I can’t help but smile. His complements always get me

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Day 131.2 Tease (Part 2)

(you can start with part 1 if you'd like.)

It's not forever. Harry reminded himself as he sat in his fourth meeting today with a board of people he barely recognized. His eyes searched for Draco who was across the room, his head bowed as he spoke in hushed tones to a witch in a hideous magenta robe.

It's not forever he repeated as he listened to the arsehole leading the presentation about all of the ways that the war had helped the economy boom.

It's not forever he thought again as the board congratulated themselves on a war well won when not a single one of them was there.

He wanted to scream, wanted to cry, wanted to replace every person he'd lost with one of these arseholes instead.

His gaze met Draco's across the room and he wondered if the other man could see how this was killing him.

"Mr. Potter," the wanker who'd been running the meeting, Sebastian if Harry remembered correctly, said, "You've been awfully quiet," he added jovially and the room chuckled with him. Harry forced a smile. "What are your thoughts?"

"Thank you for the invitation to speak," he said courteously. "Yes, I agree," he lied, "It's really something that we've had such a boom in the economy." He paused as the people around the room congratulated each other again. "There are several things that I would personally love to see some of the excess get funneled into."

"Oh-" Sebastian started but Harry continued over him.

"The number of children orphaned during the war doubled," Harry said bluntly. "Our orphanages don't have enough room to hold them and they're being put in muggle orphanages or into muggle homes. Many muggles aren't equipped to handle a wizarding child."

"Mr. Potter-"

"Excuse me," he said. "If I could just have another moment of your time." He cleared his throat, "I would like to see better processes in place for how these children are placed. An extra set of interviews, even." There were murmurs around the room but Harry plowed on.

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"The number of people who are now affected by lyncathropy has nearly quadrupled but our funding has remained the same for that department in St. Mungo's-"

"Yes, but-"

"And," Harry continued, "The potion typically used for treatment is really expensive. With all of the prejudices against lycanthropes, it's difficult for many of them to find gainful employment, they can't-"

"Mr. Potter," Sebastian interrupted more forcibly, "I don't really think this is the appropriate time or place."

"Then where and when is?" Harry snapped. His eyes found Draco once more and watched as the other man lifted his chin and inhaled slowly, deeply. And Harry took a deep breath and shook his head, looking down at his hands, "I apologize, I don't mean to be rude," he said even though it was a complete lie. "I must be feeling a bit peckish. Congratulations on your success," he managed.

"Yes, thank you," the other man said amidst a third round of congratulatory murmurs. "I think we're all a bit hungry," he chuckled. "Let's end early," he suggested.

Everyone was quick to pack up and leave, several people stopping to congratulate him but not a single one of them saying anything about orphans, or werewolves, or any of the other things that Harry hadn't managed to say.

Draco was talking to a wizard, patting him on the back and Harry pretended to be digging around for something important in his bag until that wizard left the room, leaving only him and Draco.

Their eyes caught and held, Draco looked at him helplessly and Harry broke. "I can't," he whispered.

"Not here," Draco said, voice soft and achingly tender.

He nodded and told himself that it didn't hurt when Draco simply walked past him and out the door. After another moment, where he let the emotions swirling inside of him rage, he took a fortifying breath and tamped everything back down.

Harry made his way out of the room, down the hall, and through the atrium; he was stopped every several feet by people wanting to talk to him, to have their minute in the limelight. When he'd started working with the ministry, he'd imagined that he'd be able to do anything he wanted because of these frequent meetings but none of them wanted to actually help. It was a game to them.

When he finally made it to the apparation point he barely had the energy to lift his wand and apparate home.

"Don't sit," Draco called when Harry's feet touched the floor.

He whined, "I'm exhausted."

"I know," Draco called back, "But we both know that rest isn't what is going to help you."

Harry wanted to argue, wanted to lash out. Godric, he was itching for a fight, desperate for an outlet. It's how he and Draco had gotten together in the first place, after the war and the trials. Fighting had turned into fucking which had turned into making love and now Harry could hardly imagine not loving Draco.

"I know," Draco repeated as he came into the living room where Harry was still standing in the middle of the floor. "Here," he said, holding out a pair of muggle jeans, a plain black tshirt, flip flops, and a pair of sunglasses. "Get changed."

Harry looked at him then, the other man was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a blue polo, blue sunglasses perched in his hair.

"What are we doing?" he asked even as he stripped out of his robes and the clothes he'd been wearing underneath.

"We're having a taste of someday," Draco said.

Harry paused buttoning his jeans and grabbed Draco's shirt, pulling him in and kissing him fiercely, pouring all of his frustration and desperation into the kiss.

"I know," Draco whispered, pressing his forehead against Harry's. "I know, love."

He swallowed and took a step back so he could finish zipping up his jeans and pull his tshirt on over his head.

"Ready?" Draco asked after he'd stuffed his feet back into his sandals.

Harry nodded eagerly and accepted Draco's arm.

When they blinked back into existence, they were on a bare, sunny stretch of beach by the ocean. "Give me your glasses," Draco said, holding out a hand.

"But I need them to see," Harry protested.

Draco rolled his eyes, but the fond curve of his mouth gave him away, "These," he said, holding out the sunglasses he'd brought down with Harry's clothes, "Are prescription sunglasses."

"You're brilliant," Harry breathed, leaning in to steal a kiss. "Sorry," he said, pulling back quickly remembering that they were still in public, even if the beach seemed deserted.

"Hey," Draco whispered, cupping Harry's cheek and drawing their lips together softly, sweetly, "This is someday, remember?" he murmured, lips brushing tantalizingly over Harry's before he leaned in and closed the distance once more.

Harry grasped his shirt in his hands and kissed him back for a long moment.

When he pulled back, Draco was smiling, warm and open and real, and a bubble of light expanded in Harry's chest. "Give me your glasses," he said again, holding out a hand.

He pulled them off his face and handed them over, accepting the sunglasses and watching as Draco carefully folded them and put them in a case. "Come on," he said as he shoved the case into a bag and held out a hand to Harry.

"Where are we going?" Harry asked, reveling in the feel of Draco's hand in his, fingers entwined as they set off down the beach.

Draco smiled, "Right after the war," he said, "When I was trying to get my head on straight, I wanted to understand muggle culture."

"Oh?" Harry asked, greedily gobbling up every word out of Draco's mouth. They didn't talk much about the time just after the war.

He nodded, "You weren't there seventh year but what we were taught in Muggle Studies by the Carrows," Draco shook his head, "well, it doesn't bear repeating. And I wanted to know what they'd lied about; I wanted to see it for myself."

Harry squeezed his hand encouragingly.

"The new professor at Hogwarts who's teaching Muggle Studies now gave me port keys to different places that would let me experience muggle life."

"You did that by yourself?" Harry asked.

Draco laughed, "I know, it's outrageous to think about now, isn't it?"

"Sorry-"

He squeezed his hand and waved him off, "Don't be. It was crazy but I needed to see it, you know? The poor bloke I tried to pay the first time I had muggle food," he laughed again. "Oh Salazar, his face."

Harry couldn't remember the last time he'd smiled this much, the muscles in his face actually hurt from disuse.

"Anyway," Draco continued, "This was one of my favorite places. I'd been taught that muggles were stupid and lazy, but this," he said as they walked around the corner and a boardwalk came into view. "It was magic," he said simply.

The scent of fried food wafted down the beach toward them and the sound of children's laughter reached his ears. "I've never been to the boardwalk," he said.

"You'll love it," Draco assured, tugging his hand.

Harry tugged back, pulling Draco around so he could kiss him. "Thank you," he whispered.

"You're welcome," Draco replied softly, bumping his nose against Harry's.

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The afternoon stretched into evening, the sun burning red and gold, and setting the ocean on fire. Harry leaned against the railing and watched the sun setting as he stole bits of the funnel cake that Draco had purchased. "They're never going to listen," he said.

"Sorry?" Draco asked through a mouthful of food and Harry loved him all the more.

"I love you," he said simply, distracted.

Draco grinned at him, "I love you, too," he replied. "What did you say before that, though?"

"That they're never going to listen."

The other man frowned, "We don't have to talk about this now," he said. "We're in someday," he added.

"But I want to actually, you know," he said, gesturing vaguely, "get here someday."

"Politics take time," Draco said gently, in the way he had a thousand times.

And Harry recognized it was a product of his upbringing, that Draco had been raised from a very young age to measure every word that left his mouth, to look at a room and size up the people in it to know who was the most important, to make connections and build on them, to calculate every move he made. It's why seeing him here with powdered sugar at the corner of his mouth made Harry feel like he could fly; because Draco could be free when it was just them. And Harry knew from experience that he'd slip back into the role he played without hesitation or difficulty. He'd make a great politician.

But not Harry.

"Yeah," he said. "I'm done with that."

"Harry-"

"I'm running for Minister of Magic," he said.

Draco gaped at him and Harry stored that mental image away for a rainy day. "I'm sorry. What?" Draco asked.

"It's the only way that I'm going to be able to get anything done," he said. "I'm sick of the games."

"But the games are what you'll need to get elected," Draco said.

He laughed, "Nope. I'm pretty sure I've found what all that fame will be useful for. I don't need the support of the idiots who work for the Ministry, I just need the support of regular people. And I'm pretty sure I've earned that. Then once I'm in office I can fire all of them and put in people who actually give a shit."

Draco stared at him for another moment, "Are you sure about this?"

He shrugged and looked out over the water, "As sure as I am of anything."

"Anything?" Draco asked, bumping him with his shoulder.

The corner of his mouth curved up, "You excluded, of course."

"Of course," Draco echoed. "Fuck, Harry," he breathed, "You don't do anything by halves, do you?"

He shook his head, "I think about where Teddy could have ended up if not for Adromeda and I can't sleep," he said. "I think of the way Remus was treated. And of the way the trials went after the first war, the way yours would have gone if I hadn't shown up." He rubbed his fist against the railing, "Every day I walk into the Ministry and I see that fucking fountain where wizards are stepping on other magical creatures, and I just," he shrugged, "I can't."

Draco shifted so he was behind Harry and wrapped his arms around his waist, hooking his chin over his shoulder. "I know," he said softly.

"Will you help me?" Harry asked.

Draco started nodding before he'd even finished the question. "Always, love."

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[diavolosthots]

Hey dear! I hope that you have a good time! I want to make a request, but please delete it if you don't feel like doing it.

I saved that request in the notes and been waiting for you to open them 😊

For request

First fight with brother (any of your choice) and one of them (I mean MC or that brother) thinks that it's end of relationship (because never had anything serious), but they reconciled in the end. I want some heavy angst with happy ending. MC can be GN if that is OK.

If you don't mind you can do for Mammon, but feel free to choose another one if you don't feel like write for him. Or if that would be better to write as headcanons for all the brothers. That's up to you!

I haven't been doing requests for ages. Please don't hate me if there is something wrong! I've read the rules, and I hope I haven't missed anything.

Anyway, sorry for long ask. And thank you for your writings!

(I forgot to look if you did anything similar, and remembered it at the end of writing that ask. Sorry if you already did something like that!)

Hey babes ❤ I did end up doing HCs for all of them because I thought it would be cooler (or more like I know someone is gonna request separate fics for all of them if I dont and I'm saving myself that trouble lol) I still hope you like it ! ❤ also this got SUPER LONG so its under a cut

Warning: angst -> happy ending-ish

THE BROTHERS in a fight with MC and thinking that they’re over (yikes)

Lucifer:

Everyone always says Lucifer is quick to lose his cool but he’s honestly been nothing but patient with you. He may have hinted at several things he doesn’t condone and he definitely has that ‘look’, you know the disappointed dad look, but he has held back a lot so as to not ruin the beautiful relationship you have with him. Everyone snaps, though, and when he finally did, it was ugly. He did NOT call you names, but oh he didn’t. He went straight for your feelings and pointed out every mistake you ever made for as long as he’s known you. Ouch. In his defense, you weren’t nice either. The argument ended nasty and ‘I hate you’s!’ were definitely thrown around, but none of them were meant, right? Goodness, he doesn’t know. After you left, he threw himself on his bed, literally, and just stared at the ceiling. His anger slowly fled away and he began to feel… guilty. Not necessarily because of the argument itself, but because he delivered some low blows and he knows that. Are you over? Done with him? You haven’t texted or called or talked… you’ve been actively avoiding him and he doesn’t like that, but his pride is such an issue, goodness. He can’t straight up apologize, that dickhead, but he’s sending you flowers and standing in front of your door with a sad face that says it all. 

“Forgive me? I made reservations at your favorite’s? We can talk over a nice dinner?” 

Mammon:

Mammon is known to get mildly agitated over the silliest things, let’s be real. He’s also quick to revert to the “are you dumb?!” argument, which is never effective. But he loves you and he would do anything for you so even if you do do something that he deems ‘dumb’, he usually bites his tongue. Doesn’t mean that doesn’t get on his nerves, though, and he definitely has a short temper, although people tend to overlook that. You just managed to push his buttons today and he used the “are ya stupid?!” argument, to which you obviously defended yourself, and rightfully so. This ended in a massive screaming match and him saying “Then leave! Ain’t nobody keepin’ ya with me!” He regretted it the minute those words left his mouth and you could see his eyes grow wide in shock at his own words, but that didn’t mean you stayed. “MC!” he tried running after you immediately but you were faster and honestly, who can blame you? He fucked up, and he knows it, and he feels terrible about it. Honestly, he’s crying just at the mere thought of you taking his words seriously and he can’t… he can’t bear to lose you, you know? What’s he gonna do? You’re the light of his life, as pathetic as that may sound to some…. So he won’t let you run away. Homie will hunt you down and beg for forgiveness. 

“Please, MC! Forgive me! I’m dumb, not you!!! Don’t leave me…” Don’t leave him. He will continue crying. 

Leviathan:

His constant need to put himself down is frankly, quite annoying. To you anyway. But you put up with it and just reassure him that, at least to you, he’s the most amazing demon that ever existed. It’s just facts. But a person only has so much patience, right? You can’t always spend your days trying to lift him up when all he does is dig himself a bigger hole. Who has the emotional time for that? You sure don’t. “Oh my God, Levi! Shut up! I can’t take it anymore!” Followed by “See! You’re just like everyone else! Leaving me!” and then you slamming the door to his room shut. It’s frustrating and understandably so. It makes you feel awful that you can’t even make your own boyfriend feel good about himself and get at least a little bit of self confidence and it’s so, so, so very draining to have to constantly listen to that. At this point, it’s affecting your own mental health and you just… you just can’t…. But Levi can’t lose you because he knows you’re right. He has to work on himself if he wants to keep someone as amazing as you with him and that’s why he’s crawling back to you now. 

“Look I… I know you’re right… I’m sorry. I promise I’ll … I’ll try. For you.”

Satan:

For being the Avatar of Wrath, you always admired Satan for his ability to keep cool. He prefers the relaxed and easy going life much more than the type of life people expect him to live, and you respect that. That doesn’t mean his constant need to one up Lucifer, through whatever means necessary, didn’t bother the hell out of you, though. You tried talking to him about it once or twice in a calm manner, but you always got the same answer “Pfft.. it’s Lucifer. Who cares?” And it never sat right with you. Just today he decided to pull a prank on the eldest and you had enough, standing in front of Lucifer and letting the bucket of cursed green slime land on you instead, to everyone’s shock. “What are you doing?!” Now that you’re thoroughly green from head to toe, you were also beyond pissed. “What am I doing?! What are YOU doing?!” But Satan matched your anger tenfold, accusing you of favoring Lucifer over him and oh! “You probably got an affair with him, too!” Which was a stupid thing on his part, but it looked like it the way you defended him. Anger doesn’t even begin to describe the emotion you felt running through you and had it not been for Lucifer, you probably would’ve physically fought Satan for such a dumb accusation. Lucifer took you to get cleaned up and lifted the course, giving you your natural skin and hair color back within a few days and plenty of scrubbing, and Satan felt like shit. You’ve always been there for him and, rationally speaking, he didn’t have a reason to doubt your loyalty to him, but he just can’t help but feel insecure beside Lucifer…. He decides to come apologize anyway, a deep blush on his face and guilt in his eyes 

“I’m… sorry for accusing you. It wasn’t my right to speak out of anger and jealousy…” 

Asmodeus:

How can anyone fight with the Avatar of Lust? Seriously, the guy is super easy going and he loves pretty much everyone. Not as much as himself, but almost. You on the other hand… you didn’t. Well you didn’t NOT love him or yourself, but you were just… you. You didn’t spend 4+ hours in the bathroom trying to get ready when you knew you were only going to the kitchen down the stairs. Like?? Although you never brought it up to Asmodeus, he constantly bothered you about skincare and what foods to eat and what not to eat, etc… It’s quite annoying, honestly, and at some point you just gave him a passive aggressive “Okay, whatever. Can we move on now?” To which he didn’t take lightly. He was still nice and sweet, trying to convince you that at least one of these things will make your skin glow brighter than a unicorn’s ass but you just had enough. “Can you stop?! You’re indirectly saying I’m ugly without that shit ton of product in my face and a diet that would make me starve before it helped me! If you want a skinny VS angel that barely holds onto their skeleton, get one!” It was more hurt and frustration speaking than anything, but your outburst still shocked him and he was taken aback for a moment. And then you ignored him for a week straight and as someone who thrives off of attention, especially the kind he gets from you, he can’t handle that! So he showed up in your room in sweats and a tshirt and messy hair and no product on his skin. 

“You’re right… we’re all naturally beautiful…. Wow that… that really hurts to say MC but can you forgive me?” 

Beelzebub:

Oh the sweet, sweet angel. He’s far from innocent and you know that. We all know that. But for this story, I will give him the benefit of the doubt. His reliance on Belphegor is just really… annoying. Belphegor this, Belphegor that. “Belphie used to…” or “Belphie said….” or “one day when Belphie and I….” Like why does everything have to include his twin? It’s so annoying and so rude when your significant other is right here !!! and planning their own future with you, Beel, thanks. It makes you feel less than and like Belphegor will always come before you. It makes you feel like shit, quite frankly, and who is to blame you? “Hey MC did I tell you what Belphie---!” “No! Shut up! I don’t care! It’s always about Belphie! The day you come to me and don’t let that name drip from your tongue is the day Jesus comes back to save me and we both know that will be never! I’m tired of always being stuck with Belphegor! We are not equals!” Granted, you shouldn’t have yelled and Beel was more than confused at your outburst, but you wouldn’t talk to him anymore after that so he left you alone. He thought you may need an hour or two, maybe a day tops, but that day turned into a full week and he even lost his appetite just because he knows you’re angry with him. It’s been a week, does that mean you’re over? His heart aches just at the thought… 

“I’m sorry for bringing Belphie up… I don’t want you to feel less than, MC. You mean a lot to me and so does Belphie, but you’re not Belphie and I need to learn that…”

Belphegor:

Honestly it’s a miracle he hasn’t lost his temper at you yet. Well, he partially blames it on his own laziness because if being angry or getting upset didn’t take so much energy out of him, maybe he would’ve snapped by now lol, but he tries really hard not to because he thinks your relationship with him after everything is pretty good, considering yall kiss and snuggle and fuck on a regular basis. But anyway, that’s exactly the issue. Considering everything, you’re still holding *that* against him. It’s never direct either, which makes it worse. It’s always said in a joking manner and something like “haha look it’s just like that one time you killed me” or “Beel’s grabbing that ham like you grabbed my throat” or “I remember seeing jesus for a moment there” and it agitates him. It makes him so angry, and he finally snapped. “I know I fucked up MC! Stop holding it against me! What do you want? A medal of honor? A survivor's certificate? Maybe a pat on the back for developing some sort of Stockholm syndrome that made you come back to your abuser?!” And then he left. And you may have cried both from confusion and your own anger, he isn’t quite sure. It’s just so…. Aggravating. He can’t deal with it. He knows it was a mistake spurted by his own insecurities and survivor’s guilt which ultimately led to his hatred but please, stop holding it against him.. He can’t keep putting up with it from the person he’s grown to love. He’s the one ignoring you and he won’t budge either because he’s a stubborn ass, but maybe if you come up first… 

“I’m sorry for yelling at you… I’m just so tired for it being held against me… I love you, and you should know that, and I do feel guilty about what happened.” 

[alltoolewis]

30 with lando pls

"Ride me."- Lando Norris.

Summary- you and lando celebrate his highest placing poduim after you comfort his nerves before the Italian grand prix....

Words- 1808...

(Warnings- Alot of fluff & smut! 18+! You've been warned!)

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You couldn't believe how quickly it all flew by. It felt like just yesterday when you met him... you the new photographer for McLaren, who didn't have a clue about F1, moving away from everything you knew to travel round the world taking pictures of cars worth more than your credit card & him, the new rookie, who had so much confidence on the track but who had near to none when it came to speaking to women... until you came along & And now here you were... 3 years later, moved in together, traveling the world doing the thing both of you loved & what a better way than doing that together.

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Your hands trembled just looking at him pacing the room,you could tell he was nervous.. I mean who wouldn't be, starting P3 in one of the most anticipated races of the calendar....

"Baby your making me dizzy" you giggled,slowly making your way over to him as he reaches for your clammy hand.

"Im sorry" he sighed, leaning into your touch as you pulled him closer "just nervous... I mean with all the pressure of me and danny starting up the grid & McLaren not having the season they hoped for, its just getting to me.. and you-" stopping himself, he looked deep into your eyes and for the first time you could see the panic and fear glossing his eyes like smoke...

"Im what baby?" You whispered, gently tracing your fingers though his newly combed locks, an action that you knew relaxed him...

"Your here..."

Confusion washed over you gently let go of him, taking a step back to watch his new fear wash over him..

"I can stay back here lando... if I'm the one making you nervous... I'm sure they wont mind me sitting out on this one, they have so many talented photographers, they won't miss m-"

Put of nowhere lando pulled you closer, locking your lips with his, taking all the unnecessary words out of your mouth.

"I'll miss you" lando mumbled against your lips, before pulling away pushing your forehead against yours...

"Your not the issue baby.. its just I know how dangerous this track is & I just don't want you to see anything that you shouldn't.... I couldn't cope with mysel-"

This time is was you to interrupt him, lifting up his chin to meet your.

"Lando I know the drill.... its not my first rodeo baby, every race is a dangerous one... I knew what I signed up for the minute I started falling in love with you & guess what... I dont regret one bit & you know why...?"

"Why?" He whispered, voice full of uncertainty.

"Because you.." you sighed, locking your lips with him again "are the best driver on that grid and you I've never been more proud of anything or anyone in my life.... your gonna be okay... and im gonna be right there for here for you, together forever eh?" You say, smirking as you see his face light up at your words, reaching out for your outstretched hand, locking your fingers as he repeated your words..

"Together forever"...

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"How many more laps left??" You sighed, hands beginning to tremble as you looked at the monitor, lando dropping down to 6th after his pit.

"26" zac sighed as he sat next you, placing a hand on your knee "hes doing well you know.... he a supers-"

However zak never got to finish his praise as gasps fill the garage, looking up to see Max's car ontop of Lewis's. Heart skipping a beat as you realised just how close it was to being lando...

"I have to go- I... what if it was him.. he was so close to them he was only a second away... what if" you whispered all the possible scenerios as tear filled your eyes, causing zac to pull you closer...

"Listen... you can't live your life with what ifs (y/n).. it could of been him but guess what it wasn't andd look where he is know!" He smiles looking up at the monitor just as lando overtakes Charles, reaching p2.

"I mean you could leave... but Together forever I heard?" Zac smirks as he places a headset on your knee as he gets up to get back to his place... "just in case you want to pop in and check up on him... you stresshead"

As the lap count increased, so did your heart rate, as you seen lando still at p2 with 1 lap to go and a 2 second gap between him and perez. Hands hesitating to pick up the headset that remained on your knee like a safety blanket. Only picking it up as the mclaren garage erupts in applause, not only has lando picked up his highest ever poduim but Daniel won!

'Lets fucking go lads' lando screeches as you place the headset on, zac giving you a little nod, letting you know you can talk to him.

"Baby" you whisper through the mic, voice trembling with pride and emotion.

"(Y/n)!!! We did it! We fucking did it!!" Lando screams as he makes his way to the last corner..

"We lando?!? I didn't do anything but hid behind zac the whole time" causing lando to chuckle before the set goes dead and the garage yet again erupts... letting you know the mclarens have parked up.

Lando was the first one out, immediately running over to zac and the rest of the team, and although you could tell he was ecstatic, apart of you knew that he was gonna be disappointed about not getting p1... but he's a team player & at the end of the day thats all that matters.

After the hugs from the team, it was your turn to be pulled into your sweaty boyfriends arms, in the biggest bear hug you've ever been given.

"I'm sooo proud of you baby" you whisper, running your hand through is wet locks. Tears welling your eyes for what felt like the 50th time today.

"I love you so much" he screamed, picking your feet of the ground as he twirled you around, so fast you would of sworn he would of got the fastest lap!

"And by the way" he smirks, locking your lips with his "theres no me without you...."

However your sweet moment was inturpted as you get rudely pulled away from eachother by a certain ecstatic Australian....

"Alright love birds, plenty of that later" grabbing lando by the shoulders, pushing him towards the poduims "continue that later please, me and loverboy here have a shoey to do"

Your heart melts as you hear landos laugh, even from 10 meters away, but nothing made your race more than seeing him mouth the words anyone would dream about hearing.....

"Cant wait too rip them clothes off".....

And by lord did he keep his promise, not even being able to close the door before your 'mclaren 4' tshirt was pulled from your body.

"Ive been dying to do this from the moment I crossed that line" lando groaned as he pushed against the wall, using all his last energy, locking his lips with yours. Tounges fighting for dominance as he unhooks your bra, throwing it carelessly across the room.

Before you knew it you thrown on the bed, just as carelessly as your long forgotten bra.

"How the fuck did I get this lucky" lando moaned as he hovers over your already shaken body, eyes gazing over your bare body, filling with not only with lust but love....

Sitting up you, you lock your lips again....

"I should be saying that too you.." you mumble against his mouth, flipping your body ontop of his as your hands trace down his bare chest.

"Ahh taking in charge I see" he smirks, throwing his arms at the back of his head, as your unbutton his belt, seeing his hard cock push against the poorly made cotton.

"Only the best for my champion" you whisper, pulling down the last layer before getting to work. Lips locking over the tip, as you look straight in his eyes, making sure he can see the collection of pre-come of your tounge as it traces on his tip.

"Fuck doll..." lando wheezed as your hand goes up and down his shaft, his hands pulling your hair back as you take him deeper down your throat. His groans filling the room as your eyes welled up for a different reason this time as you feel his tip against the back of your throat, however you didnt have time to enjoy your meal for any longer as he pulls you away. Leaning down, he latches your lips to his, moaning as he tastes himself on your tounge.

"Dont want to finish in your mouth"

Laying back down, throwing one of your legs over his waist causing you to straddle him....

"Ride me." He demands, and like the good girl you were you took no time to fulfill his needs. Pulling out a condom from under the pillow he wa layed on..

"Dont judge me.. i knew this was gonna happen"

Lando chuckled as you slipped the condom on him, positioning yourself before sinking on him, Causing both of your breaths to hitch...

"Fuck (y/n)... how the fuck are you still this tight after 3 years of fucking you" lando moaned as your hips start to rock against his waist, finding your familiar rhythm as his hands find your waist. The sound of skin slapping could only be heard, as you allowed him to fill you up.

"Fuck lando" you yell throwing your hand back as he places his hand on your clit, matching the rhythm of your hips "dont stop" you scream as he picks up the pace.

Using his free hand to continue guiding your hips on his cock, pushing his hips up to meet yours.

Moans filled the air, both of you knowing full well that the rest of the mclaren could hear your 'private celebration' however neither you seemed to care as your screams filled up the room.

"Im so close" you sigh as lando continues to meet your hips half way, leaning down to meet his lips.

"Me too baby... fuck me too"

Without out any more warnings, lando let go, feeling his seed fill up the condom that was still thrusting inside you.

"Come on baby let go" lando yelled, hand moving faster against your clit as he, attaches onto your sensitive tits. Something that he knew could bring you to cum hust on its own...

"Fuck!!!" You scream as the pleasure washes over you, collapsing on his chest as you both tried to catch your breath.

"I love you so much" he whispered as he pulled your swollen lips into one last kiss..

"I love you too lando" you whispered back, leaning back into his chest as he begins to comb his fingers through your hair, a action that after 3 years of love he knew would instantly put you to sleep... and like everything that boy does, he never fails...

[theunholygrails]

Foolish Games Part 2

Masterlist

A/N: Introducing new characters and some drama! Percy is still sexy as ever :'(.

Warnings: BJ

I woke up to a door slamming so hard it joined the symphony of my pounding headache. I groaned, hoisting myself over the back of the couch to investigate to intrusion. A brunette head of long sweeping hair rushed through the foyer, barreling towards the kitchen. A familiar mop of black hair hurried after.

Reyna was speaking so fast in Spanish my brain scrambled to keep up. I noted lots of curse words followed by a series of sentences too fast I was surprised she even knew what she was saying. Percy was answering in slow measured words, probably fighting a hangover of equal measure. I ducked behind the back of the couch, reaching for my phone plugged in on the coffee table.

It was noon. 2% battery and a couple messages from friends. Nothing from my ex thank gods. Five from Annabeth being nosey. I opened my uber app, squinting in the sunlight breaking through the cream curtains. I managed to get my driver secured.

A door slammed and I winced, peaking to check that they were in another room. I did not immediately spot my dress in the chaotic. I grimaced remembering the midnight swim. When I sat up I finally noticed the white tshirt I wore and the basketball shorts. And then I went rigid remembering what happened after the swim.

“Motherfucker,” I whispered.

Now I really had to get out of this house. I checked the arrival time of my driver. Three minutes away. Great. I made my way on shaky knees to the large wooden front door. My keys were still in the collection dish. I grabbed them quietly and turned the door handle a fraction of an inch before another door slammed open and Reyna came barreling back into the foyer, brown eyes landing promptly on my guilty ass. Behind her, Percy pursed his lips into a thin line and raised both of his hands to lay on top of his head. His biceps strained nicely against the thin t shirt.

“The fuck is this?” Reyna whispered.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing,” I babbled.

“It’s just Noa, Rey. Gods,” Percy said.

“I can see that, Percy!” She snapped. I was glad her spear was not strapped across her back this morning. “Why is she sneaking out of my house in your clothes?”

“People were swimming last night. Her clothes got wet.”

“I’m sure the fuck they did.”

“Zeus, Rey! You ended it with me. Why does it even matter?”

“Because I still fucking love you! I’m sorry, okay?” She burst out crying and Percy instantly pulled her against his chest. The memory of being in those arms drove me out the door like a nest of hornets.

~~~~

“I’m just saying. You have nothing to feel sorry for,” Annabeth paused to sip her iced coffee. “Unless they get back together and then you sleep with him. But as of right now, you’re good. Trust me. Been on the Percy train. We’re still friends. You’ll get over it. Just a harmless rebound for both of you.”

I groaned, laying my chin on the cool metal table parked outside our favorite coffee shop positioned between our New York apartments. Just two Manhattan women enjoying their Sunday afternoon. The air was cooling as fall neared. I pulled my baseball cap closer to the top of my sunglasses.

“Should I call him?”

“Maybe tomorrow. Let him deal with his relationship drama. Reyna is a lot to deal with. Still nothing from fuckface?”

“Nope and that’s fine.”

“Good for you. We will hydrate you, get you a good dinner, hit the gym before work in the morning and then get back on our bad bitch mental track. Agreed?”

~~~~

“Good Monday, yogis,” I chirped from my desk at the corner of my studio.

The third class was beginning to trickle in and I was settling into my rhythm. Hot yoga was next and hopefully I would sweat out all the negativity I’d allowed lately. I was in the middle of emailing back a potential client when someone rapped at the wood of my desk. I glanced up to a blonde male who waved gently.

“Heya, sansei Noa,” he said.

“That’s karate. Can I help you?”

“Do you do trial classes?”

I hit send on my email and closed my laptop. The guy was built like a poser with the defined muscles and chiseled jaw but his voice was soft and tempered. He was clean shaven and dressed like a basic gym bro.

“Normally you have to schedule them beforehand because of class size,” I gave my standard answer.

“Right, my bad. Sorry. I was just passing by the front and it looked like the kind of place I needed right now. Can I go ahead and pick a date then?”

I was staring too long into his pale blue eyes, honed in on the polite response. A nice change from the daily demanding consumers. “You know what? Ive got space right now if you like? Have you ever done hot yoga?”

A brilliant white smile showcasing sharp canines. “My favorite.”

“Perfect. I just need a name, number and email to get you a file started.”

He leaned large hands on my desk. “It’s Luke Castellan.”

Before he could give the contact information, I cut him off. “Wait. I know you.” His tanned skin paled significantly.

“I…”

“You’re supposed to be dead!” I blurted out.

His eyes skated around the room and he leaned in closer. “That’s not supposed to be public knowledge. I assume you’re a demigod?”

“Luke, you trained me. We took fucking sculpting together. The Apollo table was right next to the Hermes one for fuck’s sake.”

He winced. I heard a murmuring from the rest of my class I was disturbing with my volume. I collected my shock finally. “Take a seat if you want. We should talk after class. I need to start.”

“Okay. Thank you. I’m sorry Noa.”

I waved him off and walked over to my yoga mat. I sat cross legged and drew in an even breath to smooth out my emotions.

It was a slow 30 minute class. Each pose and movement dragged on. Finally, I dismissed the group and nodded Luke outside. He was waiting on the bench outside of the studio I split renting with a few other instructors. I sat next to him, wiping sweat from my face with the towel slung over my pink sports bra.

“Alright, talk,” I said.

“Not much to say. I was given a second chance at my hearing. Here I am. Starting over.” A shrug of well-defined shoulders. The muscles flexed beneath his gleaming sweat. His red tank top stuck to his chest and stomach. “I wish I remembered you, truly. That time is such a blur in my life.”

“It’s ok. You were a lot older than me and to be honest I had a massive crush on you so I probably hid most of the time.”

A surprised smile slipped across his lips. “I’m assuming the betrayal helped you get over that?”

I laughed outloud, slapping his knee. “No shit! So where are you staying these days?”

“Just around the corner actually. Got a job at the local gym.”

“Yeah I bet the fuck you did.” I squeezed his forearm between both of my hands. I wanted to roll my eyes at me falling back into my school girl giddy at him. Betrayal of the gods aside. He was even more gorgeous than ever. The scar down his face gave him a dark sexy vibe. Like a bad boy even though he claimed he was rehabbing himself now.

“So how, did you feel about the class?”

“I mean, I’d like to sign up for it a couple times a week, that’s for sure. And I’d like to take you out to dinner to make up for not remembering a beauty like you.”

I almost bit my cheek biting out the response of “Yes!”

“You’ve got my number,” he said, chuckling quietly. “I’ve got to get to work.” He shouldered his gym bag and excused himself.

The bike back to my apartment was spent reliving my tween fantasies about bad boy Luke. I opened my apartment door and screeched seeing a man sitting at my kitchen counter. Percy turned to face me.

“You know you live in New York? You should really lock that.”

“It was!” I snapped.

A quick grin. “Yeah. But it was easy to break into.”

I dropped my bag onto the floor and brushed past him to get a protein shake from the fridge. “I have to shower and get prepared for my night classes.” I told him.

“I know. I’m sorry I didn’t call earlier.”

I shrugged. “I didn’t either.”

He paused, studying my face in the shitty lighting of the single bulb hanging between us over the counter. “Are we good, Noa?”

“Of course. What’s a little head between friends?”

“Okay…I can’t read you. Can you not play tough just for a minute?”

I chugged the shake and set the bottle down between us. I leaned my arms on the chilled counter, bun knocking against the light. “Honestly, Percy. I’m fine. We are good.”

“Reyna moved back in.”

“You’re engaged again?”

I drank from the empty bottle to give myself something to do. He watched me with those green eyes. He’d known me for far too long. He was nearly impossible to deceive, but I was determined today. The fact that I had dreamt of fucking him two consecutive nights was irrelevant if he was off the table. Even if his lips did look incredibly juicy tonight. Even if they had done near illicit things to me just nights ago.

“I don’t know. She said she wanted to work on things. And it’s her dad’s house, so I can’t ask her to go and I don’t want to go to my mom’s and admit defeat.”

“You know you could stay here, Perc.”

He worked his jaw silently, then rubbed his hands over his face. “Thanks. I do know. Even if we aren’t officially back together, I think we should work on it…” he trailed off.

“And not tell her about you eating me out?” I leaned closer because I was mean to both him and myself. Because I knew this top combined with this angle gave him a simple opportunity. And he took it.

His tongue slid out between his lips as his eyes flicked down, stayed, then dragged deliberately back up. “Probably not,” he agreed.

For a long moment neither of us said anything. He had more to lose now than me. We were no longer on equal playing fields. So, I left the ball in his court. “I’m going to go shower.”

I was done washing in the first ten minutes. The second ten was giving him a little wiggle room to decide. I had my hand on the faucet to cut off the water that was beginning to go cold when I heard the door creak open. I watched through the fogged glass, catching a hold of my breath. I watched as he tugged his shirt off. My stomach flipped over itself when he reached for his jeans. What had I done?

The opening door let in a rush of cool air, perking my skin to attention. My eyes raked unapologetically over his naked, aroused body. His dark hair quickly slicked against his stubble covered jaw. His eyes were no longer the sea green but murky like the deep water of the ocean.

“Hey,” he said quietly, cautiously.

“Hey,” I giggled, reaching out to touch his rough jaw. He winced, catching my hand with his. “We probably shouldn’t kiss again.”

“Sure, whatever you want, Percy. What can I do to you?”

He groaned, turning his mouth into my palm, scraping teeth against the vulnerable skin. “Touch me,” he said.

My free hand instantly planted against his chest, scraping at the muscle. His eyes fluttered closed, head tilting back to expose his throat. I slid my other hand into his thick hair, tugging it tightly between my fingers and pulling to grant myself more access to the strong column of his neck. I bit it first, backing him into the tiled wall when he shuddered. I kissed over the reddening skin and moved my hands to his flat stomach, feeling the shuddered breaths beneath my touch.

“Like this?” I asked.

His reply was unintelligible. I kissed down his chest, moving my hand lower still as I went. When my fingers brushed over the v-line of his hips, I shifted my route away from the center and to his thighs. An annoyed grunt escaped his lips. “Hush,” I scolded, getting my knees under me. The now cold water was hitting the back of my neck and flowing down my body. I placed my hands on the inside of both his thighs, trailing them upwards and upwards until he nearly contorted when I gripped him. He let out a scandalous string of curses that quickly turned to moaning silence when I took him into my mouth.

He unraveled in minutes and I let him cum all over the breasts I had teased him with earlier. I rose in front of him, my own rosy cheeks mirroring his. “Now we’re even.”

[bethansfandoms]

from arwa on instagram: “remus and sirius are both drunk as hell at james’ birthday party or something and they make out drunkenly, neither of them having expressed their feeling for each other - they wake up together the next day in bed and it’s all awkward”

Remus knew he couldn’t have been the drunkest at the party when Sirius and James stood on a table, took off their shirts, and started singing Bohemian Rhapsody with their wands held to their throats so their voices were amplified.

He really did have no idea why their shirts had to be off in order to do this. Sober Remus would’ve recognised that, by every definition, James and Sirius’ rendition of the song was horrible. It was unbearably loud, their voices were slurred from alcohol, and they couldn’t hit half of the notes.

Drunk Remus found himself thinking that Sirius was rather good at singing and that he looked good with a shirt off. Of course, it was no new revelation to Remus that he was desperately in love with his best friend, but whilst sober Remus would’ve avoided looking at a shirtless Sirius under all circumstances, drunk Remus didn’t seem to be shy about rather obviously staring.

Remus also concluded that although he was definitely very drunk, Peter must be further gone than him as he had decided to take his shirt off too, maybe for solidarity, and start dancing in circles as Sirius and James approached the high note. Remus was curios as to whether they’d actually hit it.

The answer was no, obviously. Sirius went for the sensible approach of singing the correct note but an octave down. James decided to really go for it and he was absolutely nowhere close. All of Gryffindor were jumping around nonetheless and so it only seemed fair that he joined in.

Sirius leapt from the table when Remus began dancing and quickly grabbed his wrists to spin them both around. It made Remus feel a little nauseous but he laughed and went along with it anyway.

Sirius never did jump back on the table to complete the song with James. Instead he drunkenly threw an arm around Remus and started swaying with him.

“We should do this more often!” He shouted.

Remus laughed, “We can’t exactly do James’ birthday more often, Pads.”

“I meant dancing! I love dancing.”

“I hate it.”

Sirius pouted, “Not even with me?”

Because Remus was drunk, he told the truth. “When it’s with you, I may make an exception.”

This answer seemed to please Sirius and he wrapped his arm tighter around Remus before belting out the final few notes of the song. James did a bow and then promptly fell straight off of the table. Sirius and Remus just giggled and left Lily to help him.

“Are you tired?” Sirius asked. He’d leant in close to ask the question as even without James’ singing, the music was still very loud.

“Why?”

“You’re always tired and it’s almost two in the morning.”

Remus rolled his eyes, “I’m not always tired.”

“Are too.” Sirius stuck out his tongue and Remus did it straight back. “I’m tired.”

“Go to bed then.”

Sirius looked towards the stairs and groaned, “But... too many stairs. I’ll fall, Remus, the drinks make me wobbly.” He giggled at that and Remus found himself laughing as well.

“Here, I’ll help you.” He wrapped an arm around Sirius’ waist and the two of them made their way to the stairs, Sirius occasionally bursting into fits of laughter for no apparent reason.

“You’re very cute, Remus, have I ever told you that?”

Remus felt himself flush and began dragging him up the stairs. “I don’t think you have told me that, no.”

“Well, then I shall do so more often! You’re always helping us, Moony.”

“Thanks, Pads. Look, I’m almost as drunk as you, I can’t pull you up these stairs.”

Sirius gave some sort of battle cry before he started running up towards the dormitory at full speed. This was very short lived and he immediately tripped over his own foot. Fortunately, Remus caught him.

“Nice catch,” Sirius joked. “You should be keeper.”

Remus gave him a sarcastic laugh before hugging him close again and making it up the final few steps.

Sirius collapsed straight into bed, Remus’ bed, and sighed in relief.

“You can’t sleep in your clothes, Sirius.” Sirius gave him a dramatic wink before shedding his trousers, his shirt already abandoned somewhere in the common room, and taking his hair out of it’s lopsided bun. “That’s my bed, by the way.”

Sirius grinned and pulled the covers over himself. “Yours is comfier, don’t know how. You coming to sleep then?”

Remus didn’t really know why, possibly because it was his bed after all, but he agreed. He rummaged around in his trunk to find a pyjama shirt and was too tired and too drunk to find the matching trousers and so kicked off his jeans and decided it’d be fine.

“Why all the long sleeved things?” Sirius asked, tugging on the sleeves of Remus’ tshirt as he slipped into bed next to him.

“I’m always cold.”

“I’ll warm you up.”

Remus gave him a light shove. “Also, my scars.”

“You and those bloody scars.” Sirius groaned, rolling onto his back. “They’re beautiful, Remus. You’re beautiful.”

“You don’t mean that.”

Sirius rolled back over onto his side, his nose only a few inches away now. “You’re beautiful,” he repeated. Then, he kissed him.

Because Remus wasn’t sober and because he’d wanted to do it for such a long time, he kissed back. Moments passed before Remus finally shoved him away. “No, Sirius, we’re drunk.”

“You don’t want to?”

“Of course I do,” he muttered. “I’ve wanted to for ages.”

Sirius grinned and kissed his cheek, “Me too.” His neck. “Wanted to tell you for so long.”

“Tell me what?”

Sirius just kissed him again as though it were an answer. Although, Remus found himself thinking that it was enough of an answer for him.

Remus was sharply awoken by both the pounding in his head and at the door. “Let me in!” James was shouting.

Remus hadn’t actually been aware he’d locked the door. He rolled to get out of bed and then froze. There was an arm around his waist. He sat up, slowly, and turned around. It was Sirius.

Then, the same way it did after full moons, small bits of the previous night started coming back to him. He half leapt into a standing position and quickly pulled on the jeans he’d discarded the previous night, almost tripping as he did.

Sirius groaned and slowly blinked awake, just as Remus pulled on the long sleeved tshirt that, at some point during the night, had also been removed. “Moony?”

“Uh, morning.”

“Tell James to piss off.” He rolled over in order to look at him and his eyes widened slightly. “What the fuck is that on your— oh.”

Remus quickly looked in the mirror and was greeted with three purple bruises on his collar bone. “Uh. Yeah. Get out of my bed and I’ll put James out his misery.

“Wait, Remus.” Sirius sat up, the duvet exposing his chest but keeping the rest of him firmly covered. “I— fuck.”

Remus bit his lip. He couldn’t comprehend multiple things. The first being how he’d been drunk enough to sleep with Sirius Black. The second being how Sirius Black had been drunk enough to sleep with him. “Look, can we just... just forget it, alright?”

Sirius ran a hand through his hair. “Is that what you want?”

If anything, Remus wished he could remember more. “Sirius, you’re my best friend. I won’t— we were drunk and... I can’t loose you because of this. Okay? So yes, I want us to be... us. So forget it.

“What if I don’t want to?”

Remus felt his heart speed up. “I...” He was thankful for James’ incessant banging at the door cut him off because he didn’t know what to say.

“Look, you’re right. We were drunk and I’d hate myself if this ruined us. I just— I know I probably said a lot of stupid shit last night but I also remember telling you you were beautiful? And I meant that. I regret that we were drunk but that’s the only bit I do regret.”

“Sirius,” Remus breathed. James was still banging on the door but neither made a move to let him in.

“If you wish it had never happened then of course I do as well, I didn’t want to take advantage—”

“You didn’t,” Remus said quickly. “I said I wanted to. I did, want to.”

“Me too. Look, Moony, you’re just... the best person I’ve met and I, uh, I think anything I said to you last night were all probably things I was just too scared to say whilst not drunk out of my mind. There. That’s all I have to say so, yeah. Your move.”

Remus decided James and his relentless pleas to be let inside could wait. He crossed the room in three strides and knelt on his bed, taking Sirius’ face in his hands and kissing him. He may have been horribly hung over, but in that moment he still felt happier than he had been in a long time.

Anyways I hate this, because that happens sometimes, but I hope you don’t :)

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔 (𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒋𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒈) 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

Part Two

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐡/𝐄𝐦𝐨! 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠 (𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳)/ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞)

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐀𝐔

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥/𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞/𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞/𝐝*𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 (𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐣𝐨𝐛 (𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐩*𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧).

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐘/𝐍 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟓𝐊+

𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @hanatiny @vocalyunho @galaxteez (payback you little bitch)

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Awoken from her daydream, Y/N grumbled when her best friend shoved his notebook in her face.

"Earth to Y/N!" He shouted as he ruffled her hair with the object in his hand.

"Mingi! What the hell?" She complained as she pushed the notebook away.

"I've been trying to get your attention for the past 3 minutes. Are you even listening to me?" He questioned her.

"I am!" She interjected.

Giving her a quizzical look, he crossed his arms.

"Really? Then can you tell me what the answer is?"

Ripping the notebook from his hands, she looked over the equation that filling half the page, squinting at it every now and then before ultimately admitting defeat as she slowly handed it back to the genius sitting next to her on the bench.

Rolling his eyes, Mingi let out a small sigh as he began packing up his belongings, deeming it useless to continue his semi-tutoring session.

"Don't give me that look Min, not everyone is a cute nerd like you that can solve an advanced calculus problem in mere seconds."

"Ok! Although that may be true.." He held up a finger as he paused to fully zip up his bag.

"You're pretty smart too Y/N."

She gave him a small thankful smile at his comment.

"You're problem isn't that you're dumb. Your problem is currently standing right over there."

She hesitantly tilted her head to where his head gestured at, knowing fully well what she'd see. But as soon as she caught a glimpse of the black combat boots, her eyes stayed fixated on the figure reclining against the lamppost. Her eyes trailed up his ripped black skinny jeans, up his torso which was covered by a striped black and dark red turtleneck, its sleeves peeking out of the black studded leather jacket layered on top, until they landed on his nonchalant gaze. His eyes were looking down at his phone, the input connected to the headphones that were currently resting on top of his dark ash grey head. That was how one would mostly find Kim Hongjoong: lost in his own little world, blocking out the rest of his environment with a click of his music playlist, no doubt filled with bands like Linkin Park, Breaking Benjamin and MCR. Y/N wasn't going to lie, more than once she often thought about playing a G note near him just to see if he'd react or not. Thinking about him actually reacting to anything made her giggle on the inside.

"And there you go again!" Mingi's voice yelled in her ear.

She was so startled by his piercing scream, she actually fell over and hit the pavement kinda hard. She winced as she felt a pain on her derriere.

"Ow. Ow. Ow." She groaned as she began lifting herself up.

Out of nowhere, a pair of arms scooped her up and helped her stand upright.

"You all right?" The person asked.

"I think so. Thank you for-"

Her words got caught on her throat as a pair of dark brown eyes looked at her, black eyeliner smoked out to accentuate the shape of his eyes and make them look more intense than they already were.

He smirked at her before looking over at Mingi and nodding at him.

"Yunho sent you the invite right?"

Although he was quite familiar and somewhat friendly with Hongjoong, Mingi still had a hard time talking to him, so he merely tilted his head down in a half nod.

"So you're coming or are you going to stay home again and study for any surprise quiz Professor Nam might try to give us?"

Mingi poked his bottom lip out, somewhat offended at being called out like that. The dark male let out a soft snort.

"Seriously Mingi, going out once in a while won't hurt you. You don't even have to get fucked up if you don't want. Just come hang out."

Turning his attention back at the girl silently admiring him, he flashed her a wink.

"Bring a friend if you want too."

Bringing the headphones up to cover his overly pierced ears, he shoved his hands into his pockets and walked away in that usual way of his that made several people think he was on his way to commit a felony or crime.

Y/N watched him leave until he was completely out of sight, and even then, she still stayed staring at the corner he turned. Leaning in, Mingi stared at her with widened eyes.

"Your middle school phase of liking Andy Biersack copycats is really showing Y/N."

She scoffed and pushed his face away from hers.

"Shut up, you act like you didn't have your own infatuation with Hayley Williams."

Mingi stiffened, his ears turning slightly red at the memories.

"I got over it didn't I?"

"I don't know? Did you?" She wiggled her eyebrows at him teasingly.

"Some friend you are. And here I was actually thinking of taking you with me to the weekend bash Yunho and his friends invited me to."

Y/N looked at him in disbelief.

"First off, why would they even invite you? You're not even a part of their clique. Second, even if they had invited you, you wouldn't go. You're too uptight." She accused him.

Squinting his eyes at her, Mingi cleared his throat.

"For your information, I got paired up with Yunho, Hongjoong and Jongho once for a group project and we actually keep in touch since then."

Y/N dropped her hands to the side, a loud slapping noise made against her thighs.

"When was this?"

"Around the time you went to that trip with your parents back home." He answered.

Her mouth dropped open.

"And you never told me this because.....?"

Mingi rolled his eyes.

"Because you would have teased me or would have said something about a nerd, a jock, a teacher's pet and an emo goth, whatever hell spawn demon he is, in a room together and actually getting along."

"I mean, I get them getting along, not so sure about a boring old prick like you though." She stuck her tongue out at him.

Mingi held his fingers up, threatening to flick her forehead if she continued, but Y/N flinched away.

"You ass. And here I was actually thinking of going and taking you so you can hit on your dream boy." He expressed as he began his walk back home, already deeming it late to stay behind on campus grounds.

Following suit and placing herself on his left, Y/N uttered out.

"He's not my dream boy..."

"Really? Then why do you keep drooling over him and looking at him with googly eyes about to pop out of their sockets?" He inquired.

"He's just.....he's just a complex character. Full of mystery and shrouded in this dark aura that I want to get past and see what's behind it...."

She hesitated even though she was supposed to be answering a question. She felt kinda stupid for thinking like that, making Hongjoong seem like some type of enigma when in reality, he could just be a normal person like all the other people that walked past her on the streets. Her friend didn't judge her though, owing some of her curiosity to her psychology major and passion. Slumping an arm around her, he playfully nuzzled his nose against her cheek, making her emit a half-whine half snort hybrid sound at his antics, trying to release herself from his grasp.

"You're so cute. Now come on. I have to take you shopping."

Not even bothering to ask if she had plans or needed to be somewhere else, Mingi linked hands with her and pulled her with him as he speedily walked in the direction of the nearest mall available.

"Explain to me why that is necessary Einstein? You always hated going shopping with me." She nearly tripped trying to keep up with his long strides.

"Because if you want to win emo boy's heart, you at least gotta start looking like his type." He called back at her.

"And what exactly would his type be?"

"Just trust me and leave it all to me."

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Y/N wasn't sure about trusting Mingi anymore as they made their way through a dense, misty and dark forest, the only illumination available being the moonlight that casted a blue tinted beam at their surroundings. Her head whipped with every strange noise that came from bushes or behind a tree. It was kinda chilly and the light breeze that whooshed past them had her legs shivering, making her regret wearing the distressed black shorts and fishnet tights under an oversized Scorpions tshirt that covered most of the shorts, making it look like a no pants look.

"Mingi? Are you sure about this?" She was only thankful of her purchase of some Dr. Martens 1460 black boots which helped her not fall or trip easily on the dirt road.

Mingi, who was an even more scared baby than she was, was fumbled with the sleeves of his pullover hoodie.

"Yeah, Yunho sent me directions and it should be around here somewhere..." He tussled his hair back, trying to hear or distinguish any sound.

"Are you sure he didn't send you to his murder site?" She asked, looking around for any suspicious thing.

Right at that moment, a figure jumped out in front of them, causing both of them to start screaming in terror. Mingi in particular, pushed Y/N to the side and began running in the opposite direction.

"Well dang, he didn't even let me yell boo or something."

Y/N recognized the buff male in front of her as Choi Jongho, the running back of the football team. Giving her an apologetic look, he helped her up after Mingi accidentally pushed her onto the dirt. As she dusted the dirt off, Jongho looked at her band tee.

"Scorpions?" He pointed at it.

He uttered a small 'cool' before signaling her to follow him. Turns out, they were actually not far off from the location, which was actually an old abandoned 2 story summer house that resembled more a barn to her than an actual living space. Cars were all parked out around the area and music was blasting from speakers connected to who knows where. People who hung outside were either vaping their Juuls and chugging back bottles of Smirnoff or Mike's Hard beers, some already halfway to being wasted while others simply held it in their hands, hardly taking a sip as they scanned around trying to find someone to go back home with.

"Don't worry about Mingi. I'll go get him......eventually."

Hearing him snicker, Y/N was actually more worried about herself than Mingi. She only agreed to come because, as surprising as it was, he encouraged her to and knowing he'd be there by her side, being the only person she could stick to cause she did not know anyone else, gave her a little bit of courage. But not anymore after he just totally ditched her and left her alone in God knows where.

Seeing her shift around uncomfortably as they passed through a crowd of wild jumping people, Jongho laced his fingers in hers and brought her over to a more quiet side of the place, where 3 other people were standing around, chatting amongst themselves. Once the two huddled up close to each other saw Jongho and a mystery girl they'd never seen before, they began nudging and whispering among themselves, one of them chuckling under his breath. Hongjoong could already guess what his friend's conversations was about, but he simply rolled his eyes at their behavior and lustful gazes.

Until he turned his head and saw who it was next to Jongho. Then took out the red vape in from his lips and made it a point to exhale the fumes onto the younger member's faces.

"Yah! Hyung! What the hell?" His friend with cat like eyes remarked as he coughed and fanned away the cancerous smoke.

"Just cause you don't care about contracting lung's disease at an early age, doesn't mean San or I want any part of it." The other said.

"Wow. I'm impressed you actually know what contracting means Wooyoung." He smiled amusingly at his younger friend, who was not very pleased with his little joke.

"Hey guys! While trying to retrieve Mingi, I made a new friend." Jongho greeted them like a happy bunny as he held up his hand which was still holding Y/N's.

Hongjoong's eyes narrowed down at where they connected, an eyebrow raised at their physical contact as the hand that held his vape pen began fidgeting it rapidly between his fingers. Jongho of course was oblivious to the anger burning through Hongjoong's stare while Wooyoung and San caught on pretty quick and began debating whether to laugh or step in before bottles were thrown.

"Ok, so where is Mingi now?" San asked him.

"He ran off." Jongho shrugged.

Not wanting to miss the opportunity, Wooyoung pushed himself in between them both, effectively separating them as he pulled Jongho away.

"Great! Now we gotta go find him before he gets lost."

Looking back at Y/N, he waved.

"Hi! I'm Wooyoung, I'm bi and goodbye! You seem nice. Hopefully there's a next time."

Y/N blinked at the flamboyant boy's introduction and exit, wondering if it was planned or-

"No he didn't actually mean to rhyme. He's cute but too dumb to make up a poem on the spot." San answered the question on her mind.

Looking back at Hongjoong, he smiled mischievously.

"Hongjoong definitely can. He's into dark poetry and that Edward Pie guy. Have him recite something to you."

Hongjoong fumed at San who merely patted his shoulder and placed his cup in Hongjoong's hand before sauntering off with the other two.

"Edgar Allen Poe you fucking moron!" Hongjoong yelled as he lifted the cup up, tempted to throw it at him.

Y/N held her hand to her lips for a brief instant, trying to suppress the smile threatening to form across her lips. Hongjoong sighed as he stared down at the contents in the cup, swirling it around casually before holding it out to Y/N.

"Want some?" He offered.

"Umm....sure?"

She didn't even know why she accepted it. She'd never drank before in her life and for all she knew, it could have been laced with something. But not wanting to look like a little priss, she took a deep breath before trying to gulp down whatever alcohol was inside. It burned down her throat and she spat some of it back in the cup, unable to hide the cringing expression at the strong liquor.

"What. Is. That?" She questioned as she wiped the liquid that was on her chin and lips.

Hongjoong snorted as he responded that it was straight vodka, making Y/N feel embarrassed to have let him see such a spectacle from her.

"You're not much of a drinker are you? Or hardly one right?"

Her sheepish look was a dead giveaway which had Hongjoong laughing slightly, his lips parting slightly. Y/N was not only surprised to hear him laugh for the first time, but was intrigued when she saw something metallic on his tongue, making her wonder if he was chewing on something. Noticing her curious gaze, Hongjoong's lip curled up at one corner.

"Oh. That's just a piercing."

He had no qualms and simply stuck his tongue out to let her see the silver bar that was plunged through his tongue, each end having a round ball.

"Wow.....that's impressive." She couldn't deny it was extremely attractive.

Hongjoong himself was just attractive in general. Standing there wearing his usual leather jacket, a black tshirt with red letters, and a red turtleneck peeking out from the top, covering his neck. His usual preference for ripped black jeans was not missing, only this time, he added a little flare by having a piece of red plaid fabric chained around his waist, making it look like a half-skirt look. It seriously made him more hotter than he already was.

"Yeah I know. It's even more impressive when I put it to work."

Pushing himself off the wall he was leaning against, he stepped closer to Y/N, one arm propping against the wall in front of her as he looked at her with hunger and desire in his eyes, those eyes that were once again covered with smoked out eyeliner, only this time he added a hint of red that really made them stand out more and seemed to lure you in and see deep in his soul.

"Wanna experience it first hand?"

She was so lost in his eyes, she almost didn't hear him, until she realized what he meant.

"Here?" She mouthed and gestured around them.

Hongjoong threw his head back and laughed.

"Obviously not here. I'm not like those people outside who are probably already getting to 2nd base in front of everyone."

"Oh....." Now she really felt her cheeks flush red.

Hongjoong patiently tapped his black colored fingernails on the concrete wall, waiting for her answer. She seemed to be debating withing herself so much, until her eyes fell on the patch of skin that was showing when his jacket sleeve rose up, letting her catch a glimpse of black ink that probably went up his arm.

"Listen, if you don't want to that's fine. I know when no means no-" He began to assure her.

"Ok." She quickly responded, interrupting his speech.

"Wait- you're serious?" He slumped his arm off the wall, quite shocked she'd agree.

She nodded. "Yeah."

When it was now Hongjoong who was standing quiet, Y/N giggled and leaned in.

"I mean...if you don't want to-"

She had no time to finish the sentence and his hands gripped her waist and pressed her against him, his breath fanning over hers, the strawberry scent of the vape pen still lingering in his mouth.

"Trust me, I've wanted to for a long time."

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As soon as the door to Hongjoong's room in the dorm clicked shut, the tension in the room seemed to thicken. Y/N gulped slightly as she realized this is really happening. Not that she didn't want it to, but to actually have Hongjoong standing in front of her, his eyes already undressing and fucking her, while his bottom lip was caught in his front teeth, was definitely not a reality her brain was fully convincing. It wasn't until Hongjoong's thumb grazed her bottom lip, making her exhale a tiny gasp, that it fully dawned on her what was going to happen.

"Don't worry babydoll. I promise you'll get breathless after I'm done with you."

Wrapping his hand on the back of her neck to tilt it slightly upwards, his lips came down and covered her own, pressing against them before slightly parting and covering them once more. He started out slow before turning it more intense, nipping down roughly at her top lip in an effort to get her to open her mouth for him. When she did, his hands cupped the sides of her jaw, thumbs pressed against her cheeks to keep her face from moving as his tongue poked out and slipped inside her mouth. A muffled moan protruded from her throat when Hongjoong rolled his tongue over hers, his tongue piercing grazing the roof of her mouth. He then began swirling his wet muscle around her own, letting her feel the cold metallic jewelry that was sending shocks down her body. When his hands released their hold on her face, they only did so to glide down her torso before snaking down underneath her shirt to cup the back of her shorts, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks, nails lightly raking across the exposed skin under the ripped hem.

Feeling like things weren't going fast enough for how needy she was growing, Y/N ran her hands across Hongjoong's chest, going up to his shoulders and sliding his leather jacket off them. Getting the hint, Hongjoong let it fall to the floor and soon his graphic tshirt followed suit, leaving him in his tight fitted red turtleneck that practically clung to his skin, his pectoral muscles that were well above average for someone his size perfectly outlined. As eye catching as it was, that wasn't what caught her attention. What kept her eyes trained on his chest was some weird thing poking out suspiciously.

He chuckled as he knew what she was curious about.

"Oh. That my dear doll, are another pair of piercings I got."

Y/N nearly drooled as he lifted his shirt off, not only revealing the hidden 11 abs he owned, but the arm sleeve tattoo that went from his wrist to a little bit above his right upper arm. On his left side, there was no tattoo on his arm, but instead on his ribcage. But the thing that made her squeeze her thighs together were the black colored metal pieces that were lined across his nipples. Unable to help herself, her hands reached out to touch them, but Hongjoong quickly stopped her.

"Ok doll, before you get ahead of yourself, at least one article of clothing has to come off your body." He smiled cheekily at her.

No hesitation, Y/N soon discarded her own shirt, tossing it somewhere on the room, leaving her torso covered with only her black lace bra that didn't exactly cover much.

"Fuck babygirl, where you hiding that all this- Oh, oh my!"

Hongjoong nearly fell back on his bed when Y/N pressed her face against his chest, her tongue darting out to lick around his pierced nipples. He swallowed as he collected himself, trying not to get too turned on as her tongue played around with the piercings, sometimes nipping at them. Hongjoong arched his back slightly, letting her take as much of him in her mouth as she pleased. The nipple that wasn't being made out with her mouth, was being pleasured by her hand, pinching and gently tugging at it.

"You can go as hard as you want."

Giggling darkly, he took her free hand and placed it on the erection poking out in his pants.

"I'll have you know I enjoy a little pain."

Making her squeeze down on it, Y/N could feel something odd, which prompted her to poke and grope him more fiercely. Wanting to satisfy her curiosity, Hongjoong unzipped his pants and pulled them down mid thigh to let her admire the last set of piercings he owned:

A Jacob's ladder running up the base of his dick and an ampallang pierced through the head.

"Holy shit...." Whether she said it out loud or not, Y/N didn't care. It was the most erotic image she had ever seen and she could not believe that in mere minutes, it would be inside her, no doubt destroying and tearing her walls apart.

Leaning in, Hongjoong sloppily kissed and sucked her jaw and down her upper neck.

"You're free to play with it as you wish doll. I got them for more than one reason. And that's one of them."

Not needing to be told twice, her hand wrapped around the base of his erect cock, her thumb running across his slit. Hongjoong hissed slightly when her hand began pumping him slowly, purposefully applying pressure to the silver metal adorning his length. Taking advantage of the his hazy state, Y/N returned to her previous task of playing with his nipple piercings. Hongjoong threw his head back at immense pleasure he was feeling, loving when Y/N would squeeze him a little to harsh or bite roughly at his nipples. He felt more intoxicated and high being painfully pleasured by her hand and mouth than with any THC chemical he'd ever introduce inside his system.

Without realizing it, he instinctively began bucking his hips up, wanting to chase the release that was building up inside him. Knowing what he wanted, Y/N lifted her head up and sucked on his neck, speeding up her hand movements.

"You gonna cum for me Joongie? Gonna cum all over my hand? Make a mess and soak my fingers with your dirty cum?" She taunted at him.

Unable to hold back especially after her dirty teasing, with a mutter of curses, he spilled himself all over her hand, some of it splattering onto her fishnets. Once he regained his senses, he looked down to find her looking at him with a shit eating grin.

"Heh......don't think you're in charge here doll. This is still my territory."

Swooping her up, she let out a little yelp when he tossed her onto his bed, immediately crawling in between her legs. After getting rid of his pants and briefs, his hands gripped on her belt loops to pull her shorts down. His eyes scanned her body, trying to decide on something. He hummed softly as his hand pressed down onto her clothed heat.

"I'm not going deny it, those fishnets do look remarkably sexy on you....."

With mock pity, he sighed. "Oh well."

Y/N gasped in horror as he tore a hole right in the crotch area, leaving the rest untouched. Opening his desk drawer, she widened her eyes when he took out a pocket knife and flashed it across her face.

"Relax doll. I like pain, but knife play isn't really my thing. On me or my partner."

After ordering her to stay still, she watched as he carefully cut on the sides of her lace panties, just enough to carefully slip them off her body without having to take off her tights. Although in any other situation she would have instantly closed her legs, she didn't feel like doing it this time. It turned her on and made her feel sexier to instead pry her legs open, letting Hongjoong peer down at her glistening folds that he caused, her hands running themselves down her chest as she bit down at her lip.

"Fuck! You're practically drenched already Y/N." Hongjoong cocked an eyebrow at her.

She only giggled before reaching behind her to unclasp her bra, slowly pulling the straps down before flinging it behind Hongjoong, letting it join the other pile of clothes scattered about. Hongjoong instantly became hard again, but as much as he wanted to bury his pierced cock inside her and fuck her senseless, there was still one thing he really wanted to do.

Positioning herself in between her legs, his hands gripped the back of her thighs. Looking back at her, he sent a wink her way before attaching his mouth to her soaking heat, causing her to jolt up at the sudden sensation. Knowing exactly how to get her head spinning, Hongjoong slid his tongue up her slit, making sure to drag the metal piece across her folds. It was unlike anything she felt before. Hongjoong already was demonstrating his powerful tongue skills, but the piercing just added a whole new sensation that had her shivering. She couldn't contain the moans spilling out her mouth when his tongue slipped inside her hole, her noises only turning louder when he flicked his tongue in a particular way that made the round metal tip thump against her clit. Hongjoong especially loved doing that little maneuver of hitting her clit with it.

When she felt herself about to burst, Y/N's hands clutched the sheets underneath her.

"Hong-Hongjoong I'm gonna- Aaah!"

The fire pooling in her lower abdomen broke free and rushed down, sending burning sparks up her body as her body trembled at the sensation. Pressing a hand down to hold her still, Hongjoong lapped up her her juices, moaning on her clit, the vibrations only serving to make her more sensitive to any move he made on her body.

When he felt she was ready, he swiftly sat up and positioned his pierced member at her entrance. Making sure to prep her, he got out a bottle of lube out of his drawer and poured some onto the tip of his fingers, spreading it around before inserting two fingers inside her. It had a slight cooling effect that made Y/N hum in pleasure, her mouth going slightly agape when he inserted a third finger, scissoring her out and overall making sure she was stretched out enough.

"Patience doll. I don't want to cause any unnecessary pain....."

She let out a whimper when he withdrew his hand and slapped her clit.

"That much." He finished.

Propping herself on her elbows, she kept her gaze in between their legs. She let out a cry when Hongjoong's head slipped inside her, the round tips of the ampallang piercing stretching her hole in a delicious burn. Next came the metal ridges that scraped against her lower walls, it was an absolutely exhilarating experience. Hongjoong himself let out a groan when he fit himself inside her tight and warm cavern.

"Jesus babydoll. When was the last time you had a good fuck?" He gripped her hips, trying to keep himself from moving just yet.

"Too f-fucking long." She disclosed, her head falling back against the pillow in a disappointed look.

"Well don't worry babe. I'll make sure to fuck any name out of that brain of yours, you won't even remember your own."

Snapping his hips up, he began a rather hard and fast pace, making sure to angle himself so he hit her g-spot. Y/N's hands held onto his arms, choked breaths and screams coming out of her mouth as she began drowning in the immense pleasure he was giving her. The way the metallic piercings raked against her walls every time Hongjoong thrusted in and out of her was indescribable. At first it felt strange and slightly painful, but soon it became addicting, almost to the point of being overwhelming.

Hongjoong took notice of the way her lips parted whenever the ladder piercing grazed at a particular spot.

"You're enjoying this my angel? Like being fucked by my pierced dick?"

Licking his hand, he dropped it down to spank her throbbing and swollen clit, grinning almost sadistically when she shrieked out at his pleasurable torture.

"Do you just enjoy being used like a dirty little hole? Isn't that what you are in the end? Just a filthy hole for me to fuck as I like?"

The corners of her eyes began spilling out tiny droplets of tears as his hand continued his assault on her clit, slapping it until it turned a bright shade of pink. Feeling the intensity build up yet again in the pit of her stomach.

"Hongjoong! I'm gonna cum!" She warned him.

Snaking his hand to grip her neck, Hongjoong sped up his thrusts, fucking her in a frenzy, sending her into a mental state of pure euphoria as he cut off part of her breathing. Y/N shut her eyes as a violent orgasm ripped through her body, her body thrashing and quivering under Hongjoong's. With clenched teeth and furrowed eyes, Hongjoong completely shattered on top of her, spilling himself inside her clenched walls that were milking him past his breaking point. Releasing his grip on her neck, he collapsed on top of her body, his hands spread out to keep himself from dropping all his weight on her.

"Oh my god!" He panted harshly as he tried to collect his breath and thoughts.

She was in no better state than he was, hair all disheveled, pussy still throbbing and her chest heaving up and down as her mind went blank. She only came to her senses when she felt Hongjoong get up and go out of his room, leaving her confused.

Did he regret it? Did he not enjoy it? Was he going to ask her to leave?

It turns out it was none of the above since he came back with a packet of wet tissues.

"You ok?" He asked, looking at her with concern.

After being reassured that she was fine, he plucked out some of the tissues and began wiping between her legs and thighs.

"Ok, these gotta go."

Hongjoong ripped more of the already destroyed fishnet tights and got them off her body, letting it hit the floor.

"Not like I would have used them again." Y/N agreed.

After cleaning both her and himself up, they both stayed quiet. Clearing her throat, Y/N made way to get up.

"Guess it's my cue to leave.."

"Wait don't go!"

Grasping her wrist, he pulled her back onto the bed, making her slightly straddle his lap. Looking up at her with such tender eyes, he offered:

"Stay the night. I don't want you to go just yet."

He said it with such a pleading tone that Y/N didn't have the heart to refuse his request. She just allowed him to place her beside him on the bed, his chest pressed against her back as one of his arms wrapped around her. She closed her eyes and slowly began drifting off to sleep. She was halfway gone when she felt Hongjoong wrapped something cold around her neck. Opening her eyes, she reached up and felt leather on her skin.

"What's this?" She questioned as her finger toyed with whatever was dangling from the device.

Hongjoong smiled fondly at the black choker strapped around her neck.

"Don't worry about it. Just wear it for me..."

His hand traced the red heart pendant dangling from the choker, the letters 'KHJ' engraved on the center of it.

"So everyone can see that you're all mine now."

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[nowandajenn]

Can i ask for a fic wich chris and reader had a fight and broke up and chris really want to take her back but can't find her because she was mad and change her adress and number but he didn't give up and finally find her but also find out that she has their new born Triplet ?!

So I’m finally just now getting around to writing this, and I apologize for it taking so long to get done! I did decide to make it twins instead of triplets, because triplets is a fucking lot lol. I hope you still enjoy it!

Not proofread. All mistakes are my own. 

It had taken months to find you. After the break up, you had essentially become a ghost. You changed your phone number, you moved, and it seemed like nobody knew where you had gone, and the ones that did know sure as hell weren’t about to tell him how to find you. He had been a complete idiot; going to lunch with Jenny and spending time with her while he had a girl that he was slowly falling in love with waiting for him. They had such a strong history together though, and so many memories shared together, that he couldn’t seem to just walk away from it all. 

Of course, they had been snapped out at a restaurant together, talking and laughing, and it wasn’t long until the pictures hit the internet and your friends and family had been blowing up your phone, asking what the hell was going on. Your relationship with Chris was still fairly new, as you’d only been seeing each other for about eight months or so, and you were trying to enjoy just being with Chris and being happy while also worrying that you were a rebound for him after he and his ex had broken up a second time.

Chris had come home later that evening with flowers for you, only to find you going around the house packing up all of the stuff that you had kept there. He had recently been bringing up you moving in with him since you spent most of your time there anyway, but you felt like it was too soon, and you didn’t know if he was quite as ready for that step as he said he was. Now you were really glad that you had held off. 

The two of you had stood there and fought and argued, you telling him that you deserved more than to just be a rebound to try and help him get over the girl who he once claimed was “the love of his life” and you weren’t going to stick around if he was going to go behind your back and spend time with her and try and rekindle things for a third time. You told him that he was an idiot to think that the third time would be the charm when it hadn’t worked out the first two times they’d been together. He tried to explain that even though they had broken up, he still cared about her and just because they spent time together didn’t mean that they were getting back together. He told you that you absolutely were not a rebound, and he was falling in love with you, but you weren’t hearing it. You had picked up your duffel bag, and with a kiss to his cheek and hugging Dodger around the neck and stifling a small sob into his fur, you had walked out of his life. 

It didn’t take long to see what a huge idiot he had been, and how wrong he had been to see Jenny and not tell you about it or have any sort of conversation about it. He hated that you had been blindsided, and he hated that he made you feel like he was using you as a distraction or something to fill the void left after Jenny left. He tried to text you and call you, but all the texts were left on “delivered” and you would reject his calls, until one day he tried calling you and a stranger answered and told Chris that he had the wrong number. He finally psyched himself up enough to try and swing by your apartment to see if you would at least see him and let him try and apologize, but when he showed up, your apartment was empty and the landlord said that you had moved out and hadn’t left a forwarding address. He was heartbroken. He had tried talking to your friends, but they were unfailingly loyal to you, and wouldn’t tell him anything. 

It had taken just over seven months, and a lot of failed tries, but he finally had an address in his hand. It was in Chicago, where you had grown up, and he had booked the first flight that he could. He wasn’t sure if you would slam the door in his face or punch him or even open the door to him, but he had to try. If he didn’t, he knew he’d regret it. 

Chris takes a deep breath and knocks on the door, nerves suddenly overtaking him and making his stomach turn itself into knots. After a few seconds, he knocks again and hears a male voice yell “Coming!” His heart drops, immediately assuming that you had moved on from him and he lost his shot. 

The door swings open, and he’s surprised to see an older man, probably in his mid 50s, standing in the doorway. 

“Can I help you?” 

“Uh.....sorry, I think I have the wrong address. I was looking for y/n y/l/n. I’m Chris.” 

The man steps forward onto the porch, making Chris fall back a couple steps. 

“Oh, I know exactly who you are. You’re the one my daughter wouldn’t shut up about for a few months, and then never wanted to speak about again.”

Chris swallows hard, his mouth dry as the desert and feeling a little scared, because  your dad looks kind of mean and like he could lay him out if he wanted to. Your dad turns around and walks back into the house, slamming the door behind him. 

He exhales hard and turns around to walk back to his rental car. 

“That went about as well as I thought it would.” he mutters to himself. 

He’s halfway back to the car when he hears your front door open. He looks up and his breath catches when he sees you standing there, your arms crossed over your chest. You’re wearing a pair of jean shorts that show off your legs and a baggy Tshirt, your hair thrown up in a messy bun. You look like you’ve gained a little bit of weight since the last time he saw you, but it looks good on you. 

“Hey.” he breathes out. 

Your jaw clenches. “How did you find me?”

“Well, you didn’t make it easy. I had Josh track you down. It took a lot longer than I wanted it to. I would have been here about seven months ago if I had known where you were, but nobody would tell me.” 

You scoff. “Yet here you are. Because Chris Evans just doesn’t know when to give up.” 

He winces slightly, knowing that you’re not just referring to his search for you, but the whole thing with Jenny that caused your breakup. 

You both stand there in silence for a few minutes, unsure what to do next, when you breathe out a heavy sigh and wave your arm towards the house, gesturing for him to come in. 

“Come on. We have a lot to talk about.” you tell him.

Your dad shoots him a glare as you lead him into the house, and he swallows hard and follows you into the kitchen, taking your offer of a bottle of water and sitting at the table with you. He’s so focused on you that he doesn’t really take in his surroundings. If he did, what comes out of your mouth wouldn’t have almost shocked him into a heart attack. 

“I tried calling you a couple times over the past few months, but every time I did, I got your assistant, or a P.A. or someone else. I left a message with my number with someone, but I’m assuming that you never got it, or you just didn’t care.”

He shakes his head almost violently. “I never got it. I don’t know who you gave it to, but it never got back to me.” 

You lean back in your chair and take a deep breath. 

“About a month after we broke up, I found out I was pregnant.”

Chris is pretty sure his heart stops beating for a few seconds, and then he realizes that he’s holding his breath. He lets it out in a deep exhale and his heart starts hammering in his rib cage. 

“You.....we.......what?” he gasps.  

“The doctor said I was 7 or 8 weeks at the time. I......I was due to get another shot but I had been so busy that I forgot about it, and.....well. At first, I wasn’t sure I was even going to keep the baby, honestly. We had just broken up and I didn’t know if you even wanted kids right now, or with me, and it took me a while to come to terms with everything. I tried calling you once I decided that I was going to keep it. I knew you had a right to know, even though I was pissed at you and hurt.”

I look over and Chris is just staring at me, gaping like a fish. 

“So....you had a.....we have a.....” he takes a deep breath. “We have a baby?”

“Uh, well......I guess you must have some really strong sperm because we kind of.....have two.” 

Chris looks like he’s about to pass out, and I shove his bottle of water towards him and he drains the rest of it in one go. 

“Look, I don’t need anything from you. We’ll be okay. We’ve been staying here with my dad and he’s been helping out, and I’m getting help from the state. We never talked about having kids, and I know that this is just being dropped on you out of nowhere. If you want a paternity test, we can go today if you want. I’m not trying to trap you into anything or trick you. You have your own life and you’re.....well, you’re you. And I’m nobody. Nobody outside of your family and close friends even knew we were together.”

I know I’m rambling, but I’m nervous and I know I should just stop and let things sink in. We sit there in silence for a while, and I can tell that Chris’ brain is working to try and digest all of the new information and the fact that he’s a father twice over now. I need to do something to keep myself busy, because I can’t keep just sitting there in silence, so I go over to the sink and start washing dishes. 

Chris gets snapped out of his reverie when he hears a sharp cry ring out. He looks around wildly before realizing that it’s coming from a baby monitor on the kitchen counter. You drop the dish your holding in the soapy water and wipe your hands on a dish towel before turning and running upstairs. 

Chris isn’t even really sure he realizes that his feet are even moving before he finds himself upstairs in the doorway of the nursery. He stands there, feeling like his head is disconnected from the rest of his body, watching as you lean over the crib and lift out an impossibly tiny baby who can’t be more than a month old. 

“Shhh, it’s okay. You’re okay.” you whisper, holding the baby against your chest. You turn around and see Chris standing there in the doorway, still looking shocked out of his skin. 

“Come here.” you say softly, beckoning him over. 

He walks over to the crib slowly, his eyes on the infant in your arms and then on the one still sleeping. 

“This is Steven Lucas Evans” you say softly, kissing the baby you’re holding on the forehead, “and that is Christopher Michael Evans.” 

Tears immediately fill his eyes and he inhales deeply, his breath stuttering. 

“How old are they?” 

“Three weeks and two days.” you tell him. 

Chris can’t keep his eyes from drifting in between his two sons, and not wanting to be left out, his namesake wakes up and starts making soft little noises. 

“Go ahead. Pick him up.” you tell him softly. 

“Yeah?” he asks. 

You nod. 

Chris leans over the crib and gently lifts Christopher out, holding him gently against his chest. He’s soft and perfect and has that amazing baby smell that drives people nuts, and Chris feels like his heart is about to explode. He walks a few steps over to you and gazes down at his other son, taking note of both babies’ bright blue eyes. 

“How can you love someone so much you’ve just met?” he breathes. 

You give a small, watery laugh. “I ask myself that every day.” 

Watching Chris with his baby sons is everything you didn’t know you needed. You told yourself that even if Chris didn’t want to be involved, you would get through it and you would be fine. But seeing him sitting in the cushy armchair in the nursery with a baby in each arm is more than you could have hoped for. 

“Tell me about when they were born.” Chris pleads. 

“I went into labor on the 23rd of last month, but they weren’t born until about 6pm the next night. I was in labor for about 20 hours. The doctor wanted to go in and get them, but I knew they’d come on their own time. Christopher was born first, and then 15 minutes later, Stevie showed up. He was screaming before he was even fully out.” 

He squeezes his eyes shut. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I wish I could have seen it.” 

“You still can.” 

You pull up a few videos on your phone from different stages of your labor, and one of Christopher being born and then Steven coming along. Tears are running down Chris’ face as he watches, and he’s laughing and crying at the same time, completely overwhelmed with emotion. You flip through a ton of pictures on your phone of you through the pregnancy, and then of labor, and the first pictures of you and the babies. 

“Can you sent these to me? Just....everything you have?” he asks. 

“Yeah. Not a problem.” 

After making bottles and feeding one while Chris feeds the other, a double diaper change, and laying them back down in the crib, you both sit back down. 

“You didn’t get two cribs?” Chris asks. 

“No. I couldn’t really afford two, and when we were in the hospital, they would cry if they weren’t near each other, so the nurses just put them both in the same bassinet and they would calm down. So it all worked out.” I tell him. 

“Come back to Massachusetts with me.” he blurts out. 

He says it so suddenly and with such conviction that I’m speechless for a minute. 

“Chris.....” 

“No, just please.....I love you. I love you and I was an idiot and you had every right to leave me. But being without you has been hell, and I don’t want to be without you. And I can’t go back and not have you or them there with me. I want to be there for everything. I want to see everything. I won’t let you do everything on your own. You don’t have to struggle and get state aid. You can move in with me, or I can get you an apartment close by........just......please come home with me.” 

“Chris, slow down. Listen, you’re their father. You can have as much access to them as you want. I’m not going to take them away from you or keep you from seeing them. That’s the last thing I want. But moving back to Boston......I don’t even have a job right now. I’ve been doing freelance articles for the last few months to get by. And we have all this stuff....and there’s furniture and......” 

“You can write from anywhere. You’re so talented; you’ll find a job in no time. I promise. Until then, I can take care of you guys. That’s my job now. As for all the stuff, I can get a UHaul trailer and we can drive back. Or I’ll get a moving company to move it and we can fly back. It doesn’t matter. We can make this work.” 

I can see the desperation in his eyes and how badly he wants this, and it’s enough to break my heart, and I don’t have it in me to tell him no. 

I sigh heavily. “We have a lot to work out and talk about.....but I don’t want you to miss out on anything with the boys. So.......I guess we’re taking a road trip.....with two infants........halfway across the country.” 

Chris grabs me and hugs me to him tightly. 

“It’ll be our first family vacation. I can’t wait for Mom to meet them. She’s going to lose her mind over them. And you.....she’s missed you so much. You have no idea the verbal ass kicking I got from her after you left.”

You smile. “Glad to know that a grown man is still afraid of his mommy.” 

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[nano--raptor]

come back, come back to me

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1772

Warnings: Smut, sex, masturbating, porn without plot, maybe the tiniest plot if you squint, alcohol mention, Bucky being way too goddamn sexy, as per usual.

A/N: Hello lovelies, welcome to another smutty drabble written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club with the prompt below! Thank you @prunes-said-bucky​ for all your delicious prompts, we love them! Enjoy, thank you so much for reading!😘

He was driving you crazy. It’d been a few months since you’d last slept with anyone and today of all days it was really hitting you. It was a regular Friday night at the compound, and most of you were home from the latest mission and able to relax together with a laid back evening and drinks. Everything had been normal, except for some reason Bucky looked extra rugged and extra sexy, and you just couldn’t stop the dirty thoughts about him. 

The two of you had hooked up casually before, and normally you didn’t find yourself feeling so horny, but tonight everything he did had you inwardly groaning and squeezing your thighs together.

It was easy to excuse yourself from the party feigning a headache, you were sure you’d been making pained expressions all night, and after finishing your drink you set the glass on the bar and made your way back to the living quarters. Tonight, however, you went straight to Bucky’s room, still having a key that he’d never asked you to return.. 

You let yourself in and stood for a moment in the stillness, letting your eyes adjust and sighing at the calm, comforting scent of his apartment. You kicked off your shoes and tiptoed through the living room, slowly pushing his bedroom door open. A small moan actually left your mouth and you couldn’t help but crawl into his bed, burying under the blankets. His scent surrounded you, it was intoxicating, and while it helped momentarily, it did nothing to quench your thirst. Thankfully he’d probably find you soon, and then, well, you didn’t have a plan for what would happen then. But you were sure you’d be able to figure something out.

After what seemed like an eternity, even though it was probably only an hour, you heard the apartment door open and Bucky shuffle in, then the sound of it closing. Complete silence followed, and then the bedroom door was slowly pushed open, Bucky having silently crossed his suite upon realizing he wasn’t alone. His stealth gave you shivers and he chuckled, a low sound, that filled the room and nearly made you shiver again.

“Did we switch rooms without me knowing? Or did you get lost? Or,” his voice trailed off and he approached the bed, pushing the blanket back just enough to cup your face. “Or are you exactly where you want to be?” His voice washed over you like honey, low and thick and oh so sinful.

You internally slapped yourself at the soft whine that left your throat from his touch, it’d just been so long. Bucky simply hummed and striped his tshirt off, crawling in next to you and hauling you into his arms. He held you tightly and kissed you hard, knowing exactly what you needed. You melted into him, moaning into his mouth, desperate for his touch. When you finally parted, you were gasping and breathless.

“Bucky I’m sorry, I-” He stopped you with another, gentler kiss, and pulled back to look at your face in the darkness.

“It’s alright doll, you don’t have to apologize.” You smiled softly and trailed a finger along his stubbled jawline.

“I’ve missed you. And I really, really need you right now.”

“I’ve missed you too, darlin’. But I will say that I can't be held liable for things that happen to women I find in my bed.” You could see his grin even in the dark. He was hard against your thigh, and his hands slipped under your shirt, setting your skin on fire as he rubbed them up your back. You didn’t even realize you were whining out loud until Bucky chuckled again, lifting your shirt over your head and tossing it aside. He easily unbuttoned your jeans and pushed them down over your hips before rolling you onto your back and kissing you hard again. He rolled his hips against yours, the bulge in his jeans grinding into your core and you actually gasped out loud and the delicious friction. His lips moved down to attack your throat, licking and sucking the delicate skin, still rocking his hips against you. He must be able to feel your wet heat through the fabric of your underwear. The thought made you shiver.

Bucky sat back on his heels just out of your reach, his eyes watching yours while slowly dragging the fly on his jeans down. Your eyes followed his fingers and your mouth went dry when he reached into his boxers to pull himself out. His hand wrapped around his cock, thick and hard, already leaking at the tip, and you wanted him to push that tip into you so badly that you can't help but squirm while you watched. Thinking about the way he'd stretch you made you moan and you run your hands over your body, craving his touch. Bucky smirked and stroked himself slowly.

"What's wrong baby girl?" he cooed, slowly working his fist over himself, squeezing the bright red tip, and back down again.

"I want you to touch me," you whined. He bit his lip as you ran your hands over your stomach and hips, down onto your thighs. His eyes flashed as he held your gaze, his voice low, husky, and shooting straight to your core.

"Why don't you touch yourself doll?" You stared for a moment, nibbling your lips, before giving him your sultriest smile and slowly pushing your panties down. Trailing your hands back up your thighs you ghosted them between your legs, spreading yourself open and slipping them into your wetness. Closing your eyes you moaned quietly as you stroked yourself, hearing a groan from Bucky too as he watched.

It didn’t take long to lose yourself in your own touch, your legs falling open and fingers moving expertly around your pussy, stroking from your entrance to your clit and back again. It felt damn good, and normally thoughts of Bucky watching or touching you would be enough to get you going, but tonight he was right fucking here, and you were needy as fuck, and all of it was making your whole body prickly, arousal shooting through the roof.

“Fuck doll you need to be in my bed more often. Look at you,” Bucky’s voice almost sounded strained, he was just as turned on as you were, the bed shaking from the steady motions of his fist over his cock. The wobble slowed and you felt him shifting, crawling closer to you. You continued your languid strokes, but a gasp interrupted your sighs when you felt cold metal fingers dance along the inside of your thigh.

“Look at my horny and sex starved little doll. You’re dripping onto my sheets.” He was right. You could feel your arousal dripping down but you didn’t care, it felt so good, everything was so soft and swollen and wet that it just made you feel more desperate. Your breath caught as his fingers brushed yours, flicking them quickly through your folds and then pulling away again. You forced your eyes open just in time to see him raise his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean, before reaching down again to swipe at the droplets that had dripped down from your entrance. Your fingers slowed, unable to take your eyes off his lips as he sucked his fingers clean again. The thought of him tasting you made a whine pull from the back of your throat, and suddenly you couldn’t think of anything other than him. Now.

Grasping the back of his neck you pulled him closer, but instead of kissing him you raised your other hand to his lips and he sucked your fingers into his mouth without hesitation, holding your gaze again while he licked your juices off of them. As soon as he finished he crashed his mouth to yours in a messy, desperate, open mouthed kiss, shoving his jeans down and kicking them off. You could taste yourself on his tongue and if you weren’t already throbbing with want, you’d want that heavy cock in your mouth first, but for tonight that would have to wait. Bucky crawled over you, brushing his tip against your pussy, and he shifted to raise one of your legs up, his hand smoothly firmly along your thigh. He held it and pulled back just enough so he could watch your face as he finally sunk into you. “Ohh yeah baby, just like that sweetheart.” He felt so fucking good that you were moaning and fluttering around him already, adjusting to the size and the stretch and the feeling of finally having him inside you. You threw your head back, clutching his shoulders and rocking your hips as best you could, trying to get him to move and set a rhythm.

“Please Bucky,” you breathed. “Fuck me.” Then you felt his mouth on yours again, smirking, and chuckling, turning to a grunt as he thrust into you, setting a rough pace. Having your leg raised gave him the perfect angle to get seemingly as deep as possible, and soon you were crying out as every single thrust drove him into that one perfect spot that made you see stars.

“Buck - Bucky, ahhhh, fuck, you feel amazing.” One of your hands found its way into his hair and you clutched a handful, tugging on it tightly, making Bucky hiss.

“You too doll, fucking hell,” You could tell he was close, his thrusts becoming more desperate as he chased that release. Yours was building too, every drive of his cock pounding into you pushing you closer and closer to that edge. You needed it, almost more than you needed air, and it wasn’t long before Bucky was slamming into you, suddenly stilling as he throbbed inside you, his hot cum painting your walls. You’re pretty sure you actually screamed as you came too, soaking him, clinging to him as you rode out the waves of your orgasm, rocking back and forth together.

Fuck, you’d missed this. You’d missed him.

After coming down from your high, the two of you lay tangled up together, a sweaty and panting mess. You wanted to ask him why you’d never been more than just a hookup, but at the same time you didn’t quite want to go there just yet.

“Buck?”

“Hmm?” He sounded relaxed and sleepy, and it made you smile to yourself in the dark.

“If I were to show up in your bed more often, what would you say?” Bucky nuzzled into your neck, pulling you even tighter against himself.

“I’d say hell yeah doll. Right where you belong.”

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[drarrily-we-row-along]

Day 27: Home

"He's got to be somewhere!" Harry all but shouted at the bloody incompetent people milling uselessly around him. What was the point of all of these people if they couldn't even do their jobs?

"Sir," one of the junior aurors said, "We're doing the best we can, but-"

"Do better,” he exploded.

Ron gripped his forearm and led him off to the side of the room. "Listen to me," his best friend said, "I know that you are worried and I know that you are chomping at the bit for us to figure this out, but we cannot work any faster."

"We have to," Harry said. "We have to work faster because every moment that we spend in here, is another moment that he is out there with that psychopath and I don't have to tell you how vicious Marcus is."

The horrific images of the bodies they'd found a few days ago flashed to the front of his mind but instead of being the strangers bodies naked and covered in cuts and bruises, it was Draco's body. The well-loved, all but worshiped body of the man that Harry was desperately in love with. And Draco didn't even know, he'd never even told him. He shook his head, biting back the urge to vomit, trying to keep the panic to a dull roar. "We have to find him."

"I know," Ron murmured, putting a warm, steady hand on his shoulder. "I know and we are doing everything, we have everyone on this. The moment anyone finds anything they'll let-"

"Sir!" Darcy called, dashing into the room, "I think we've got him."

(Read more below the cut)

"Give me the coordinates," Harry said, reaching for the paper in her hands.

"You can't just go in there," Ron protested, trying to snatch the paper away from Harry, "we need a plan of attack, we need to figure out how to coordinate our people."

"Yes," Harry agreed. "You're in charge of that and you can meet me there. I'm sure I'll need the back up."

"Harry, don't-"

But it was too late, obviously, as if Ron could have ever expected him to stay, as if there was anything on this earth that could have kept him from Draco.

Harry wasn't especially good with blind apparation, but he knew the instant he arrived that this was definitely the spot. The air around him when he landed felt tainted and dark, sparking with evil that touched the depth of Harry's soul and set the hairs on the back of his neck on end. A cabin sat just at the other side of the clearing, smoke rising from the chimney.

Casting a silent spell that would show any hidden wards and traps, Harry pulled out his invisibility cloak, enlarged it to it's normal size, covered himself, and set off across the clearing, deftly avoiding any of the places that quivered gold from his magic.

His heart hammered against his ribs, so loud that he feared it would give him away the moment he got into the house. He crept to the window and peered inside, Draco sat slumped in a chair near the fire place. His long blond hair was dirty and Harry got the sickening feeling that some of the darkness was where blood had dried. Bruises and abrasions mottled his pale skin, covering his face and neck, and undoubtedly places that Harry couldn't see.

The only relief was that he was obviously still breathing, labored though it appeared to be.

Marcus was no where in sight.

He cast several spells that Bill had taught him one summer when he was considering becoming a curse breaker and the ward fell apart around the window, leaving him a space to crawl through.

No sooner was he through the window when that tickle of awareness prickled up his spine, he spun and cast, "Expelliarmus," before he'd even fully realized why. A wand clattered to the ground and he cast, "Petrificus Totalus, incacerous," in rapid succession and Marcus hit the ground wrapped in ropes. Harry yanked his cloak off and glared at the man on the floor, "Give me one reason," he growled at Marcus, "One reason and I will fucking end you."

When the man made no attempt to move, he rushed over to Draco, "Draco," he murmured, "Draco," he repeated, carefully brushing his fingers over the other man's swollen, bruised cheek.

His silver eyes flickered open and he flinched away from Harry's hand.

"Oh, love," he managed, his throat tight around the words. "I'm here, you're safe."

Draco's eyes widened when he realized it was Harry, a tear slipping down his cheek.

"Okay," he breathed, "We have to get out of-" he began but the door behind him was blasted open and he cast a hasty "protego" preparing to fight off whomever had just come barreling through.

"I cannot fucking believe you," Ron hissed as he stomped in.

"Is the perimeter cleared?" Harry asked as he turned back to Draco, far more at ease now that Ron was there guarding his back.

"No it is not," Ron replied. "I broke a million protocols to get here while everyone else is working their way in-"

Harry stopped listening as he took the gag off of Draco. "Are you alright?"

Draco nodded weakly, "I'll be fine," he assured him.

He untied him quickly and efficiently and then helped him to stand before pulling him into his arms.

"Harry," the other man gasped, "We shouldn't. Everyone can see-"

"Let them," he whispered, tears stinging the back of his eyes as he held the other man, "Godric, Draco," he rasped, "I was so bloody worried about you."

He pulled back minutely and cupped the other man's cheek, brushing a finger over his bruised cheekbone. "He hurt you," he said, "We need to get you to St. Mungo's, get you checked out."

"It's superficial," he said, shaking his head, "I can heal them myself. Just," he swallowed, "Can we go home?"

"Ron?" Harry called.

"Yeah?" the other man replied.

Harry turned his head, but kept Draco in his arms, "I'm leaving. I'll owl you with a report of what happened prior to the team's arrival."

"Harry," Ron said, lowering his voice and stepping closer, "You're going to be in a lot of hot water about this."

"I don't care," Harry said.

"I mean all of it, going rogue, coming here without any plan, without back up, leaving now will be the least of your worries."

"You're right," Harry replied. "But I'd do it all again in a heartbeat. What are they going to do? Fire me?" He rolled his eyes, "They'd be doing me a favor."

Ron shook his head, "Go on, then."

"Thanks," Harry said, nodding once at Ron before he turned to Draco, "Ready?" he asked, "I'm going to apparate us."

Draco nodded and Harry focused on Draco's living room, even though his own sofa and fireplace beckoned him, before he apparated them out of there.

When they landed, Draco looked around, looking a bit crestfallen, "This is my flat," he said.

"Yeah, you said home?" Harry replied. "Oh, did you mean the Manor? I can take you there-" Harry started even as it made his heart ache, he knew he wouldn't be welcome to stay there.

"No," the other man interrupted, shaking his head for emphasis and wincing a bit at the motion, "I was rather hoping we might go to your home?" he asked uncertainly. "I feel safer there," he added, a little hitch in his voice.

"Yes," Harry said. "Yes," he managed again because his heart was racing and soaring all at once and he wasn't sure what else he could possibly say.

He apparated them into his home and stroked Draco's hair back from his face, "You're sure we shouldn't go to St. Mungos?"

Draco nodded, "I'll be fine. I've left a kit here with some potions and such since you're always injuring yourself," he added with a pained smile. "I'm just going to use the restroom so I have a mirror."

Harry nodded, "I'll light the fire. Are you hungry?"

"A bit."

"I'll heat up some stew," Harry said, "I could make a batch of the biscuits you like?"

Draco nodded, "That would be nice."

"Draco," Harry called once the other man started limping to the bathroom.

"Yes?"

Harry crossed the distance between them, cupped his face and gently, so very gently, pressed his lips to Draco's.

Draco pulled back, "I'm covered in blood."

"I don't care," Harry whispered, brushing his lips over Draco's once more. "Call me if you need help, yes?"

He nodded and started toward the bathroom.

After starting the fire and making them food, Harry went to get a pair of sweatpants (the grey ones that Draco always stole when he stayed over for breakfast) and a tshirt (one from when Harry was training to be an auror that was worn and faded, Draco always borrowed it when they went out flying) and wandered to the bathroom. He knocked once before opening the door to find Draco sitting on the closed toilet lid with his head in his hands.

"Oh," Harry murmured, moving to kneel at Draco's feet.

"Sorry," the other man said, wiping at his eyes, "Circe I'm sorry, every time I look at myself in the mirror I lose it."

"Okay," Harry murmured, "It's okay. Let me help."

"I fixed my rib already," Draco said, "Episkey ought to do the trick for the rest."

With as much care as he could muster, Harry tenderly healed all of the wounds on Draco's body. He was covered in gashes, and scrapes, and bruises and Harry ached with all of the words that stuck in his throat, with everything that had remained so desperately unsaid.

After he finished healing him, Harry drew the other man a bath and filled it with the lilac soap that always left Draco smiling and pressing his nose to Harry's skin to smell it. Draco reached out a hand for the flannel but Harry whispered, "Let me?" and the other man nodded.

He cleaned his body of all of the dirt, the grime, the blood; washing every inch of him until there was no trace of the horror the other man had endured. Then he moved to his hair; he carefully washed, conditioned, and detangled his hair before helping the other man out and drying him with equal care and diligence, and helping him into the clothes he'd brought in.

"Sit for a minute?" he asked, gesturing to the toilet seat and the other man obliged him without a word. He carefully brushed his hair and then braided it the way Draco so often did before bed, starting at the crown of his head and drawing in section after section, braiding all the way down to the middle of his back.

"All done," he whispered when he finished, pressing a kiss to the top of Draco's head.

"Thank you," the other man murmured, reaching back to cover Harry's hand where it rested on his shoulder.

And all of the things that had been scratching at Harry's throat, trying to claw their way out at once and stuck there now, "I'm so sorry," he managed, "Godric, Draco, I'm sorry." Tears welled up, prickly and hot at the back of his eyes.

"Hey," Draco said softly, clearly recognizing that Harry was about to break. He turned so he was facing Harry and grabbed his hand, "This isn't your fault."

Harry shook his head, "It's always my fault. Everyone that I love-" he broke off abruptly realizing what he'd just confessed.

"You," Draco started, brows furrowing, "You love me?"

He nodded miserably, "And I should have told you before now. You're going to think it's just the trauma, but Draco I should have told you every day for the past year," he added. "All I could think today was that I was going to be too late and I'd never be able to tell you how I really feel. Because I am completely gone on you Draco Malfoy and I wanted you to know."

A smile tugged at the corner of the other man's lips, "I love you, too, Harry Potter."

"Yeah?" he whispered.

Draco nodded.

"Will you stay? Here?" Harry asked.

"Of course," Draco replied.

"But like, forever?" he asked.

"I'd like nothing better," Draco affirmed, smiling as he leaned up and pressed a kiss to Harry's lips.

Harry kissed him back for a long moment, letting the kiss assure him that Draco was going to be okay, that he was here with him, and he wasn't going anywhere. He rested his forehead against Draco's and said, "I still have so many things I need to say."

"They'll keep," Draco replied, stroking a finger lightly over Harry's cheek. "Let's just have dinner and then I really just need you to take me to bed and hold me."

And if they held each other a little tighter than usual that night, there was no one to know but the two of them.

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Ah!!! Please go and look at the gorgeous art that @pato-roldnart drew for this ficlet. It’s stunning and heart wrenching and I’m so overwhelmed by how amazing it is!! You’re seriously spoiling me!

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