#fresh hair and I’m ginger as fuck now

[diimpledoll]

Long weekend shenanigans ✨

[clawsdevour]

treasure map

wc: 2.1k content warning: post-time skip, established relationship, hinata x reader, hc that hinata loves tanlines, face fuck, smut, fingering, kitchen sex, not proofread

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Back from your afternoon swim, you are completely red and throbbing due to the radiating sun that resonated throughout your entire body. Laying back down on your dry and somewhat gritty towel due to the sand, you rested momentarily before taking off to get back home for lunch.

Kicking off your sandals, rushing to get to the shower to get rid of the sticky and salty sea water from your pinkish skin. Your husband, Hinata Shoyo, is surprisingly home early from his beach volleyball practice with his team. His head turned from the kitchen counter upon your entrance seeing how burnt your skin became from one afternoon swimming session.

The nice cool shower made your skin immediately feel relieved as it felt like the throbbing pain was sizzled off despite your new appearance. Doing your usual everything shower routine to feel clean once more before hopping out with a towel covering your entire being. Hair slicked back, damp with the fresh cold water. You steadily open the glass door and step out, gripping onto the bathroom floormat in case you slip. 

Looking up from your toes, you see yourself staring back at you in the reflection. However, like mentioned, very sunburnt and still visibly red. Your untouched parts of your skin as you lowered your towel to use for your hair, showed you your protected areas of skin due to the straps of your bathing suit. The heat radiating, making you start to sweat the moment you settled down.

Quickly you started to dry your hair the best you could with the slightly already damp towel and throw on your clothes to get ready for your lunch with Hinata. Your wet hair was left to airdry while you put your towel back on the hook before heading out of the bathroom.

Walking out, the ginger’s eyes are lingering at your wet hair straight out of the shower. And lower, to your shoulders that showed him the lines left from your afternoon swim that was barely covered by your tank top.

“You’re burnt babe, how long did you swim?” Hinata’s beady eyes bore into you whilst heading towards you to check on the condition of your flesh. His fingertips rubbing gentle small circles on your nonburnt areas.

“Not that long.. it’ll be fine in a few days. Now let’s get some lunch Shoyo, I’m starving” locking your arm around his to lead him to the front door for some delicious food you was boutta devour the moment it’s set on your tablle.

Almost two days pass by, your red blistering skin starting to turn into a rich bronzy tan. You’ve noticed recently how Hinata’s been eyeing you more, making you wonder if something’s up. The tanlines grew more noticeable. That’s what drew him closer to you. It’s like looking for treasure with a treasure map to guide his imagination.

That night while you were cooking up a supper for the two of you, he couldn't help but stare at the tanline that rises upon your hips from your lowrise booty shorts that covered barely anything. Hinata’s shakey hands come out of nowhere to hug you from behind. If he can’t see what drew him to you, then he wouldn’t need to resist. Or so he thought. A large hand slithered its way up your top, cupping your right breast while catching you in surprise.

“You’re funny Shoyo. Food’s almost done, I know you’re hungry.” Of course you think this is his regular little tauntings whenever he sees you standing there cooking dinner and just looking all cute for him with those short shorts. You had no idea it was your bright tanlines that kept him on his toes for the past few days.

“Yeah, but I’m not hungry for food..” a hot breath tickles the crook of your ear, his increasing erection is slightly pressed against the crevice of your ass. You’re caught in a gasp before turning off the stove and putting on the lid. Playfully exchanging a snarky smirk with him.

His lips make its way to yours, starting off softly to passionately making his way into your mouth to explore everything you had in store for him. Turning around to face him, his hands are on your waist, sliding down to fondle your ass as if he was kneading dough. 

Pausing a moment to catch your breath, eyes staring directly into each other. Hot and steamy breaths were exchanged between you two before you wrapped your arms around his muscular neck. Jumping into his arms, you continue to pepper his face with your gentle kisses while he’s carrying you up onto the cold kitchen counter. Hinata couldn’t care less about where he fucked you numb, as long as he’s able to explore where that tanline led him to.

The moment he laid you on your back was when he completely tore off your shorts and threw it behind him, leaving you a bit shook even though it barely covered your ass anyway. While you closed your knees shut from humiliation, he parted them open like the red sea for all his eyes to gawk on.

“Ha.. you embarrassed?” a snicker appearing on his face while he huffed in excitement. His fingers reach to circle your clit, pussy already glistening from all the intimate kissing. His eyes are taking in the scene of your attractive swimsuit tanline that marked down where your leaking pussy was, dick pressing against his pants more than ever.

Stripping off your remaining top, your bright nipples perk up due to the chilled air in your house. Hinata’s scanning every inch of your body in satisfaction, increasing the speed in his fingers to stimulate you further before putting a digit in hearing you moan the moment he pressed a centimeter in. 

Your moans were as sweet as honey that resonated in his ears. He loves knowing how good he’s able to make you feel. He’s continuously going down knuckle deep into your gaping hole that yearned for more. Adding in another finger for your pleasure, he’s going ham while watching your expressions twist for only his eyes to watch.

“Kiss me Shoyo..” arms up to reach for him, to which he obliged. He’s plummeting two fingers into your sopping wet cunt, each thrust a little more powerful than the previous. Moaning into the kiss due to the pleasure, Hinata can’t take it anymore. The built up tent in his pants was so frustrating he could tear off his shorts that instant.

He’s pulling away, leaving you whining for more of his touch. Fingers out of you as well to hastily take off his t-shirt, showing you his rippling complexion from the extensive beach volleyball training. His broad shoulders also showing a tanline from his usual sports tank tops. His fingers reach for his waist band until you stopped him with your hands. 

“Let me do it too, I can’t have you doing all the work” pouting in annoyance, his hands move to his sides in approval while you pull his shorts down. His erection was standing nice and tall all whilst staring back at you, leaving your mouth salivating.

Your lips hover over his angry tip, licking off the precum while he lets out a small whimper of satisfaction from the foreign sensation your tongue created. His cute reactions make you feel delighted as you started to go down on his length, watching him try to resist. The warm and wet feeling floods him all over, breathing quivering from all the stimulation. Ginger locks of hair tilted back to take in all of the pleasure you’re giving him.

You’re going at your own pace, squelching noises and groans were made. Until you felt his fingers grip onto your head, helping you articulate to further satisfy him. Hinata was so close, but had to endure cumming before you did.

Tears started to form in your eyes whenever his tip hit the back of your throat, essentially leaving a bruise left to be healed. Your delicate fingers have a deafening grip on his hips while he starts to thrust into your mouth, making you lose all control. 

Biting into his lower lip, he’s slowing down his thrusts until he pulls out. Clear but foamy strings followed his dick while he created heated distance between you two. Your eyes are groggy with tears, trying to recover after his rough face fucking that you know you both enjoyed. 

“You look so pretty like this.” Hinata’s caressing your cheeks, wiping the tears off your flushed red face. He’s helping you up before sitting you down on the kitchen counter again.

Spreading your legs open for him, you urge him to enter. You couldn’t wait any longer. Slick collected upon his entrance, you squint your eyes feeling him attempt to slide in. Your walls having to adjust to his girth, stretching it to mold his cock like your pussy was his.

When Hinata’s all situated inside you, he’s gradually thrusting while increasing his speed. Soon the loud skin on skin slapping noises began. His fingers are tracing over the tanlines on your shoulder, lips kissing the surface of your bronze skin.

“So good Shoyo..!” praising him while your plush walls clamp tight on his delicious size, hands trying to grab onto the edge of the counter with each deep plunge. His poundings weren’t just fast paced, but they grew deeper within each thrust, trying to explore your insides like a cave.

He was out of his mind, as if he was drunk off your pussy. The super visible tanlines drew him into a perverted frenzy trying to see what it’d look like without your clothes teasing him. He couldn’t help himself, nor his painful erection that grew more with the thought of you just getting undressed. The sight of your tan skin, divided by your regular skin tone like you had on your swimsuit was such an erotic sight he had in mind. Fucking you like this drove him absolutely crazy.

When he found your sweet spot, it was over for you. The moment his tip pressed against it in discovery was when Hinata started to thrust into it with all of his remaining might. You became a moaning mess while it echoed off your kitchen walls, legs starting to squirm around his broad and muscular figure. The heat pooling up at the pits of your stomach, soon to erupt like a volcano when it was at its peak.

“M’gonna c-cum..” you panted out between tired and high pitched whimpers. Your half lidded gaze ended up with your eyes being rolled back when it happened, seeing white.

You came so hard it was as if you started to see sparks of the hot molten lava fly in the air whenever a volcano would erupt. Hinata’s slowing down his pace after you’ve creamed all over his cock, a white rim of froth forming on the base of his girth. His fingers latch onto your nipple, flicking it around to tease you, testing if you’re able to go for another round. 

“We’re not done yet. I need to cum too.” His golden brown eyes watching you with a big smirk plastered on his lips. 

Moving his fingers lower, he’s back to playing with your swollen clit once again. Small and sensational circles was the way to go. You’re twitching with every slow but gaping thrust he’s continuously plunging into you, creating that build up that was able to match with his stamina.

He’s been holding back for so long, but he wants to keep going so bad. 

Unfortunately he’s peaked his high. Whipping it out right before he was about to cum inside, but he wouldn’t let that happen without your decision. His cock glistening from your juices, spraying its gooey white strips onto your tanlines, coating you in his essence. You’re watching him stroke his cock further while he’s emptying his load onto you, head tilted groaning out in contentness. You’re sprawled out on the couch yearning for the cold air to hit your face.

Despite you being all covered in his own cum, Hinata’s not afraid to let his body collapse on you even for a brief moment. Essentially, somewhat giving you an intimate hug with all his left over power he was able to muster. His fluffy ginger hair in the crook of your neck, peering up at you. His sleepy brown eyes make contact with yours while he’s mumbling into your neck.

“Have to explore every inch of you next time.”

masterlist here

[papil0nglegs]

Friday night night funkin dating hcs!!

Warnings: Some nsfw stuff but nothing too far, boob grabbing, bra stealing, nudes but not rlly

A/n: I HAVE ANOTHER OBSESSION UGHHH, anyways!! I’m so happy the fandom is reviving bc of the new update ahh. Also I didn’t rlly know what to put for bc so apologies if you wanted more of him :(

Keith (bf):

He’s such a flower sniffer istg

He’s like a rosy cheeked sweetheart who brings you heart chocolate every time he visits you

No but actually he’s wrapped around your fingers, it’s scary.

His fav dates are you and him alone at his house watching Godzilla movies and laying his head against your stomach while you play with his hair

AND YOU WEAR HIS HAT

Sometimes you’ll send a pic of you in his boxers that he left at your house just to tease him

But whenever he feels silly (which is all the time) he’ll send a picture of him in your bra for funsies

“I can do that too :D”

“0_•”

Keith is such a nerd, playing video games with him is your go to date

You guys would always match, like whenever you two play Mario kart he’d be toad and you’d be toadette

You hype him up sm, esp when playing Fortnite 😭

Y’all know that one Tik tok audio that goes

“Yeah get his ass FUCKING PUSSY TRY THE FUCK AGAIN BITCH, TRY THE FUCK AGAIII”

You do that, and it scares him.

His fav activity? Pot + cartoons.

You guys are the silliest couples ever. Laughing at SpongeBob with fog all over the room until your ribs start to hurt.

“Babes.. do you think that like-Starfires armpits are also pink?”

“…woah”

Pico:

Now when pico first starting dating you he thought you were just another chick to stuff his wiener in.

But soon enough, you guys were both wrapped around each others finger.

He’d kill for you tbh

Pico canonically has abs, so he likes it whenever he’s chilling with you and you just poke/rub them. He thinks it’s the cutest AND hottest shit ever

This man cannot get enough of your boobies, whenever he’s on his phone he’d have his arm around you and casually use your boob as a stress ball.

Sometimes he’ll just steal your bras whenever you’re showering or changing, just so that he can get a fresh look at ‘his girls’ (that’s what he calls them)

“Pico!! Have you seen my bra?”

“Hm? Na babe, I’m js here.”

This sly fuckin ginger

Most of his dates consist of going to his fav burger joint or sleeping over at each others houses

He esp loves the second one cuz he gets to makeout with you, prob his fav thing to do in this life.

Whenever you guys leave any function, like ever, he’ll yell out your ship name as he leaves the room 😭

“Pi-y/n, OUT”

“Babe you don’t have to do that every time we leave..”

Also his dad (Tankmen) loves embarrassing him in front of you.

(Tankmen) “Yeah so Pico kept pissing himself in the bed until 7th grade, shit had me concerned but turns out it was just normal puberty shit.”

(You)“Oh..”

“Dad I’m gonna kill you.”

Lmao he did eventually

Darnell

Darnell has such a big ego on being a ‘cool tough guy’, but when it comes to you it entirely washes away

It embarrasses him whenever he’s around his friends and you come over and start smooching him all over his face, getting lipgloss/lipstick all over him

“Mwah mwah mwah!!”

“B-baby. Babe, you’re ruining my aura.”

But he loves showing you off, you’re like his biggest flex. Whenever he hangs with his friends he always shows pictures of you like you’re his newborn

“Yeah so this is when we went to the skate park the other week and-“

“Dude. This is like the 5th picture you’ve shown me of them.”

Once for Valentine’s Day, he surprised you by spray painting an entire wall of you smooching him. (But like in the style of the fnf stickers they sell)

You were in such awe, you almost cried.

He was so embarrassed to show you at first, but when he saw how much you loved it he was so relieved

You and Nene are such besties

Like, squealing while talking about boys besties

“HII Y/N!!! :33”

“OMG HEY NENE!! ^^”

So when she found out you had a crush on Darnell, she was so excited

You guys became delusional abt him together, like

“NENE TODAY DARNELL LOOKED AT ME”

“STOPP HE WANTS YOU SO BADD”

“IKR”

O and your weapon (cuz everyone in picos friendgroup has one) is a broken glass bottle of whatever your fav drink is

Sometimes you’ll throw in a burning rag in there to make a Molotov cocktail

Also I hc that Darnell has thick silver rings and you love how they feel against your neck whenever you guys are smooching.

He lets you wear them at times but they always slip off because our boy has some THICK fingers.

[yongbokology]

idk if you’re taking any requests or not but if you are could you write jungkook x thick poc 🫶🏽✨

ofc lovely, idk if you meant thick in terms of like reader having a fat ass or a chubby bodied reader or both but for now let’s go with the latter

piercer!jungkook x chubby bodied! poc reader

warnings; possible grammatical errors but f it we ball. smut. ginger yoongi cameo

poc coded for my poc girls

“fuck i’m so nervous..” you mutter to yourself, knee bouncing as you wait for your piercer to get their equipment ready.

you had just finished signing what needed to be signed and now you were waiting your turn but as the seconds went by you were thinking about booking it the hell on out of there.

“relax girl, you’ll be fine. i’ve been getting pierced here for years. they’re going to treat you right, i promise.” ninging’s reassuring you with her dainty, manicured hands, clasped over yours.

you weren’t scared about a needle going through your nipples but you were starting to become a tad self conscious about if it’d look good or not. you heard that this piercing in particular was a confidence booster and it made you want to get them even more.

before you could relay the message to your best friend, a ginger haired male appears from behind the black curtain that sectioned off the next room. with a nod towards said curtain, he gestures you over to follow him and with baited breath.. you do.

your throat feels dry and give one last look to ningning who’s giving you a thumbs up with a big grin stretched across her lips.

you let out a breath and pull the curtains back, entering the next room. your eyes are instantly met with a black chair you’d see in a dentist office and a whole set up that looks expensive as fuck.

pictures of people with various body modifications, tattoos and piercings litter the walls. your eyes travel across the room, taking everything in until they land on a pair of soft brown ones and it’s then, you finally see him.

he’s standing at one of the four corners of the room, cladding his hands in black latex gloves. his dark hair frames his face beautifully, falling a little bit above his broad shoulders. a lip ring hangs onto the bottom of his lip, a silver bar to match on his brow. the rolled up sleeves to his shirt gives you a view of arms, one littered with beautiful ink.

his lips curl into a smile as he immediately notes you ogling at him. the feelings mutual though as he takes in your figure. your outfit complimenting every part of you. there’s something about your presence that’s drawing him in and it’s not just your body.

“alright, i’m gonna go on break.” the gingered male announces, turning on his heels to exit the room.

now it’s just you and who you assume to be your piercer.

“you can have a seat in that chair over there,” his voice is sweet. it doesn’t match his looks at all but hey, you’re not complaining.

“I’m jungkook by the way.”

“..y/n”

you bite your inner cheek as you make your way over to the chair, holding your purse close to your stomach, waiting for further instructions. As you sit in the chair it’s dawning on you that this hot ass fucking piercer, looking fresh out of the front page of vogue, is going to see your tits.

The thought makes your chest feel heavy, you chew on your bottom lip in an attempt to control your mind from wandering elsewhere.

With all the shuffling behind you, you presume that he’s getting his equipment ready. You're lost in your thoughts, constantly turning on your phone to check the time and for notifications even though you knew there weren’t any. Your head snaps up at the sound of his voice, slightly startled due to the fact that it’s been a while since he spoke.

He’s standing next to you now. Matter of fact, towering over you, a soft expression etched onto his face.

“You know, if you’re uncomfortable with me doing it. Our female piercer is like coming in thirty-”

“No! I’m fine honestly,” you reassure the man but he’s not so convinced.. So you hesitantly press further. “I’m not worried about that.. It’s just that i’m kind of having doubts about getting them.”

In all of jungkook’s seven years as a piercer, he’s heard it all. He was familiar with the nervous looks and anxious ticks. He’s heard all in the questions and concerns in the book. So with that being said.

“You know,” he starts, resting his tattooed arm on the chair while leaning down towards you, that fucking grin forming on his lips again. At this point he’s close enough to the point where you can smell the faint scent of thc that’s over powered by the minty gum that he’s currently chewing.

Your heart is in your throat as your eyes are basically bulging out your head. You usually weren’t one for people being in your personal space but this was okay.. More than okay.

God, you felt like such a perv for wanting him to come in closer.

“I’ve heard that i’m pretty convincing. Why are you doubting the piercing?”

You swallow thickly, blinking rapidly as you try to find your voice. “I’m kind of worried they won’t look good on me.” your voice is small.

Jungkook is slightly taken aback, a hint of confusion spreads across his features before he drops it and flashes you a warm smile. “If that’s the case, you have nothing to worry about.. But if you want a second opinion, lift up your shirt for me.”

Your insides are internally screaming at the last part. Even though you were aware he was just doing his job, the tone of his voice was taking effect on you. So much so that jungkook notices the way your thighs subconsciously push together. Oh, he likes this.

It takes you a few seconds to actually grab onto the ends of your shirt, lifting it up over your breasts.

Jungkook runs his tongue across his pierced lip, eyes glued to your chest and for a while he doesn’t say anything and you begin to feel more self conscious than before. As you begin to pull down your shirt, he grabs your wrist with his free hand, he’s looking at you with an intense stare that makes your heart leap out of your chest.

“As a piercer, you have nothing to worry about,”

You find your lips moving faster than your mind is able to comprehend.

“Personal opinion?”

Jungkook’s gaze drops down to your chest before flickering back to your face.

“I’ll show you, if you let me,” he’s dropping down to his knees, face leveled between your thighs, tilting his head while he’s looking up at you. “Please?”

You immediately find yourself nodding. You feel your core heat beneath your shorts. You’re slightly startled when he pushes the lever down, bringing your chair down so that he’s face to face with your tits.

He’s staring up at you as he’s leaning in, looking for any signs of uncomfort. He’s so close now. His breath fans onto your sensitive bud, closing his eyes as he takes it into his mouth. It warm. So warm.

Your lip is pulled between your teeth as you watch him. His tongue swipes over your nipple and it’s then that you feel something small poke against it and it dawns on you that he has a tongue piercing. The realization makes your cunt flutter, you try clenching your thighs again but is obstructed jungkook whose body you forgot was in between them.

His hands find their way to your plush thighs, smoothing his palms over them as his eyes flicker open.

You can’t control the obscenity that’s flying out your mouth. “F-fuck.” you whimper which makes jungkook’s dick twitch in his pants.

He removes his lips from your now wet nipple, kissing the top of your knee. “You have to be quiet for me, pretty girl ‘kay?”

You look up towards the fluorescent light and silently nod, cheeks heating in the process at the nickname he threw in there.

He’s smiling before going back in but this time giving your other nipple some attention. His ministrations are ten fold this time. His tongue swirls against your nipple while sliding one of his hands onto your clothed cunt. His hand slides under your pussy, rubbing his nimble fingers against it. You’re responsive with a soft gasp leaving you. This makes jungkook smile and he switches from working his tongue on you to full on sucking your tit.

You look down to see jungkook and god does submissive look so good on him. He’s got an innocent look going as if he’s not making out with your tit and totally not trying to finger fuck you in the process.

The sight makes you moan softly, your back arches off the chair and this makes jungkook’s fingers move faster. He somehow finds your clit through your shorts and rubs it, applying pressure.

Your moans are music to his ears, he’s half hard but could probably cum off this alone. Pleasure looks absolutely gorgeous on you and he’d do anything to see you like this again.. Maybe even forever.

He’s lost in you until your breathing is heavy and you’re looking down on him again. “J-jungkook,”

He’s humming against your nipple “hm?”

“I’m gonna cum.” you’re whining at this point, face twisted and ridden with euphoria.

In one swift move that leaves you utterly speechless because he’s practically handling you with ease, he unlatches himself from your nipple and tears down your panties and your shorts down to your knees. He wraps his arms around your deliciously thick thighs, pulling you down towards the end of the chair, leaving your pussy exposed to him.

He takes a moment to admire how wet you are for him, practically drooling at how pretty your pussy is. He wastes no more time and attaches his lips to your clit, sucking on it harshly. His tongue delves down your slit then back up to your clit, flicking it with the ball of his tongue piercing.

your hands fly to his hair, tugging on it which makes jungkook moan into your pussy. the vibrations adding onto the immense pleasure you were already feeling.

your eyes roll to the back of your head, lost in the midst of it all as he goes from licking at your clit to full on fucking you with his tongue. your mouth is ajar at the feeling and soon enough you’re creaming around his tongue, a broken cry falling from your pretty lips.

jungkook laps it all up like a man starved. you shudder at the feeling of being overstimulated but you taste so good he basks in it, hoping that you have more for him. when he realizes that you don’t he taps your thigh to get you to look at him.

it takes all the strength you have left and crane your neck down towards him, slowly opening your eyes. jungkook smiles at the fact how utterly fucked out you are but still manage to look so pretty.

“piercing free of charge if you can squirt for me.”

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please this was supposed to be like a small drabble

[honey-crypt]

ERM HI…. HAHA… I really like ur elliott fics and im wondering,,,,,, *looks at you with HUGE eyes* what if that one scene on Ginger Island where you have the dialogue option to “help him put sunscreen on” turns SPICY… Perhaps with an afab or genderless farmer…. 👁️👁️

Again, i love your stuff and i get super happy to see ur posts on my TL 🐝💕💕 long live the great bee 🤴

(For now i will remain anonymous… 🪳)

a/n: sorry that this took forever! i was in anti-horny mode. nonetheless, i hope you enjoy this fic!

word count: 1.6k

warnings: accidental boner, blowjob, deepthroating, semi-public sex (farmer and elliott fuck in the bathroom on ginger island), cum swallowing, farmer and elliott fail to realize that they're crushing on one another

summary: elliott needs help with applying sunscreen on his back and as his friend, you're more than happy to help! but what happens when you get too close and too intimate with the whole process?

★ the sunscreen incident - elliott x farmer ★

The summer breeze ruffled your hair and the sun beamed down warm rays on your skin, as you walked along the boardwalk to the resort. A rare day off in the summer season warranted a trip to Ginger Island and it seemed that many other residents had the same idea. An assortment of individuals scattered about the sandy beaches of the island, some soaking up rays while others chatted amongst themselves near the crystal clear waters. Your flip flops made contact with the sand and you let out a sigh of contentment, What a nice day.

Yet, out of the blue, your throat tightened and you groaned from the sensation, suddenly parched. Yoba, I need a drink. Thankfully, Gus had set up shop at the rental bar, serving drinks and snacks to the beach attendees. You made a beeline for the bar and greeted Gus with a smile, “Gus, my man, how are you?”

“Oh, (Y/N)!” the bartender flashed you a smile, “Things are well, very busy today. Can I get you a drink? Maybe a snack?” you eyed the menu and pondered your options, “I’ll take a mango smoothie,” you placed your order with Gus. He gave you a thumbs up and walked over to the blender, dumping the ingredients and blending them. Gus poured out the smoothie and garnished it with a little umbrella, “One mango smoothie.”

“Thanks,” you dropped a few G in the bartender’s hands. You took the smoothie and scanned the shore for any good spots to sunbathe. That was when you saw him, Elliott lounging on a striped beach towel with his glorious chest on display for all to see. Your face heated up at the sight and averted your gaze, not wanting to get caught staring at him like a creep. However, Elliott must have caught you anyway when he exclaimed, “(Y/N), my friend! Come here, please!”

You fulfilled his request and approached Elliott, plopping down in the sand next to him, “Hey, Ellie,” the nickname rolled off your tongue cheekily, “Enjoying the weather?” the redhead nodded, his ponytail bouncing with the movement, “Yes, yes, indeed. Despite living on the beach back home, Ginger Island’s waters seem more lively and fresh.”

“You think so?” you eyed the ocean before the two of you and sipped on your smoothie, “I guess it does look clearer than the beach back home,” you watched the people in the water, such as Kent guiding a floatie-wearing Vincent farther into the sea and Leah’s braided hair and snorkel straw poking out above the water. It brought a smile to your face, to see the residents of Pelican Town enjoy the wonders of Ginger Island.

“Oh, (Y/N),” you perked up at the sound of Elliott’s voice. He held out a bottom of sunscreen, SPF 70 to be exact, “Could you do me a favor and apply sunscreen to my back? I burn quite easily and I’m not flexible enough to apply it myself.”

“Of course,” you took the sunscreen and gestured to Elliott to lay down on the towel. He laid on his stomach and pushed his ponytail out of the way, allowing his back to be completely exposed. Your mouth watered at the sight of his toned back, adorn with freckles galore and prominent muscles. You had no clue why he was so in-shape, given his lifestyle of eight hour writing sessions and daily trips to the saloon for his meals. 

“Everything alright?” the writer questioned. You shook off your stupor and replied, “Yes! Just zoned out,” you uncapped the sunscreen and squeezed the white goop into your hands. You leaned closer to Elliott’s back and began applying the sunscreen, massaging it deep into his skin. Elliott let out a soft groan from your motions, He must have a sensitive back. 

“Need me to pause?” you asked. Elliott lifted his head up enough so you could clearly hear his response, “No need, I’m simply tender when it comes to my back. Please resume,” you squirted more sunscreen on your hands and swung one leg over Elliott’s legs, sitting down on his ass so you could get better leverage. 

Elliott let out a squeak of surprise, but quickly settled down and allowed you to resume your work. You continued to massage the sunscreen into his skin, humming a tune to yourself while you did so. Finally, after a few minutes, you finished up and announced to Elliott, “All done!” you hopped off his backside. Elliott turned himself over and smiled at you, “Thank you, (Y/N). I much appreciate it.”

“Of course, no–” you cut yourself short, your eyes locked in on Elliott’s crab-patterned swim shorts. Without realizing, the writer was displaying a proud erection, you held back a squeak of your own and hastily shielded his boner with your body. Elliott tilted his head like a confused puppy, “What’s wrong?”

“Ellie…” you swallowed your spit hard, “You got a, uh… you got a boner.”

Elliott’s eyes widened in shock and immediately covered the tent in his swim shorts with his towel, “Oh, dear! I’m so very sorry, (Y/N). I don’t know why I have one, I must go and take care of that,” with his towel as a shield, Elliott rose from the sand and walked over to the bathroom. 

To both parties’ surprise, you stood up after him and grabbed him by the wrist, “Wait, I…” you stared down at the sand, “It’s kinda my fault you, uh… have that little issue. Do you, uh–” your face was flushed with embarrassment, “I can take care of it.”

Elliott’s jaw dropped at your proposition, his freckled face a lovely shade of tomato red, “Oh! Oh my, I–” he covered up his surprise with a faux cough, “I wouldn’t… be opposed to that. Meet me in the family restroom,” he then entered the bathrooms. You waited a few moments, not wanting to arouse suspicion, before heading inside. Mustering up some courage, you approached the family restroom and opened the door. Inside, Elliott sat on the pull-out chair, towel still covering his boner. You gave him a small wave, “Hey.”

“Hello,” he returned the pleasantries. You walked up to him and removed the towel, staring down at Elliott’s boner. Elliott let out an awkward cough and you broke eye contact with the boner, “Sorry,” you apologized, twiddling your thumbs, “Do you want me… to suck you off?”

“That should do the job,” he answered, “If you’re okay with that, of course.”

“I’m okay with it,” you reassured the freckle-faced man, “Can– Can you pull your shorts down?” the writer nodded in confirmation and slowly slid off his swim shorts, his cock now free from its confinement. You gawked at its appearance, the mushroom tip red and angry with some pre-cum leaking out. It was on the bigger side, maybe six or seven inches, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle. After all, you were referred to as “The Blowjob Master” back in college for your blowjob skills. 

You folded up your towel and made a makeshift pillow, placing it on the water-soaked floor and resting your knees on it. Timidly, you placed your hands on Elliott’s thighs- Yoba, those thighs could crush watermelons- you waved off your horny thoughts and looked up at Elliott, “Are you ready?”

“I am,” he patted you on your head, “Thank you for your help again.”

“Of course, anything for you,” you flashed him a small smile. Taking a deep breath, you grasped the shaft and gave the tip a tentative lick. Elliott stifled back a moan, his face now a deeper red. You carefully guided his cock in your mouth and once inside, you began to suck Elliott off. The writer bit down on his hand to silence his moans while you bobbed your head up and down on his dick. 

Yoba, this exchange felt otherworldly to Elliott, his crush down on their knees and sloppily blowing him. Spit leaked from your mouth and onto the remainder of Elliott’s shaft, coating it in the bubbling substance. With his free hand, Elliott found his way into your hair and tightly pulled at it, earning a moan from you that vibrated down his whole cock. 

Elliott’s eyes rolled into the back of his skull when you managed to find his weak spot, a vein directly under the tip of his dick. You licked and nipped at it, relishing in Elliott’s descent into madness from your cocksucking skills. In one swift motion, you took his full length in your mouth, your nose touching his beautifully manscaped bush. 

Elliott held out a muffled moan and promptly climaxed, shooting ropes of hot cum down your throat and into your tummy. You groaned against his shaft while he orgasmed and as soon as he finished, you pulled yourself off his cock and wiped off any excess cum from your lips. Elliott cleaned off any spit and cum from his now flaccid cock; he then put his swim shorts back on and gave you a relieved smile, “Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” you winked, “I’ll see you outside?” Elliott nodded, “Yes, I just need a moment,” you gave him a thumbs up and exited the bathroom, leaving Elliott to his own devices. The redhead approached the mirror and steadied himself, hands gripping the sink hard.

“I need to buy them flowers as a thank you gift.”

[chocsra]

hello!

i’m so glad to have found this blog as i saw your lala land inspired fic awhile ago, and just as i saw going to open your account, tumblr refreshed💔

anyways, i ADORE your writing!!

if not too much to ask, may i ask for chuuya (whatever age you prefer) x fem reader with the one bed troupe? (enemies to lovers hehehe)

reader has a tendency to grab on and get on top of things in her sleep, pillows, sheets, attractive ginger men, you name it!

they wake up in each others arms, like literally TANGLED with each other

once again, many thanks for your amazing writing!

"Embers"

16! Chuuya x gn! reader

A/N: thank you sm anon! sorry i didnt get to this sooner omg 😭😭 also omg i was contemplating whether i should do the petty enemies to lovers like in my lala land oneshot or like hatred. kinda did a mix of both but since the req said enemies to lovers i made it more mean 💔💔 sorry for the language guys i swear a lot. also after writing is i realise there are no gender descriptions so enjoy

content: swearing, slowburn, denial, fluff, enemies to lovers, subordinates, mafia work

"Fuck you,"

A cold air chilled through the night's breeze, you had just completed a tough mission for the Port Mafia. A planned out heist only prestigious members of the mafia could carry out. And here you were, with probably the subordinate you'd rather tear your own ears off than be next to. Chuuya Nakahara, a jewel smuggler known for his deadly duo named Double Black, with Dazai Osamu.

There was practically nothing to like about him - as a person, friend or subordinate. Upon your hang outs with the Flags - a mafia subgroup composed of young blood, his contribution to the group was like an angry fucking dog.

"I didn't even fucking say anything," you respond dryly, irritation laced in your voice. The hotel you were staying at for the time being was pretty grand. Only problem is, among slamming your items down on the cold wooden floor, blood slithering in the cut flesh of your stomach; there laid a king sized bed, clean and fresh, the silk matress looking as tempting as ever - but fuck, there was only one of them.

"You fucked up my flow." your subordinate hissed, clicking his tongue in annoyance before running to the bed, contaminating his dirty ass on the damn bed by laying on it. "Well fuck you too!" you shout, following him to pull him off the bed. "You're gonna make the bed dirty you shithead!" you tug on the sleeve of his arm annoyed, the ginger looks at you offended, the sweat from the hot air from outside making his orange locks stick to his forehead. "It's not like I'm sleeping on it?!" he retorts, letting his arm get dragged by you off the bed.

"Well obviously..!" you scoff, crossing your arms as his low-lided stormy grey eyes bored into yours. You can't lie, he had medium to longish hair tied in a low ponytail and.. You could almost pinch yourself for thinking of that, fuck yourself, [Y/N]. "Y'know what, just fuck yourself, man!"

...

It's been about 30 minutes, and you've got to calm yourselves down just a little bit. Since there was no couch in the hotel, you begrudgingly agreed to let him hang around on the bed and then sleep on the floor. You had your hair down, and wore some loose pjs.

"How did I fuck up your flow again?" you ask in a whisper, muttering into a pillow. "Mm, you attacked too early, I wasn't able to get my flow, ya know?" the boy arrogantly side eyes you, you snicker mockingly in response. "It's because you're such a fucking tryhard." you answer, pulling the thick blanket over yourself. "Tsk," he clicks his tongue in irritation yet again, turning away from you slowly as he sat on the bed. "I'm not a tryhard, I'm just that good." the redhead responds, you could almost taste the smirk on his stupid little face right now.

"Nuh-uh."

"Yeah-huh."

Neither of you reply after that. A soothing, comforting silence fills the room, he watches as you eyelids get heavier, and you finally close them and seem to drift away to sleep. The teenager thinks to himself: he likes you the most when you're not talking, specifically asleep; but truthfully, he shouldn't like you at all.

2 minutes pass, and he's still on the bed. "I hate you," he whispers, brushing some loose strands of hair out of your face.

5 minutes pass, and he's still on the bed. "That was a joke, by the way." the ginger says to your sleeping figure, "Not like as in 'I hate you' that's a joke. I fixed your hair as a joke, it was bothering me." an expected silence filled the room as your reply.

11 minutes pass, and he's still on the bed. Maybe Chuuya Nakahara is just a creep that likes to watch people sleep as a hobby. "I'm gonna go now.." he whispers to himself, but as if a scene from a horror movie played, your sleeping figure grabbed onto the bottom of his shirt.

"..[Y/N]?" the ginger murmurs in confusion, slowly turning his head around. You sleepily let go of your pillow and wrap your hands around him - the same kid you'd rather rip your own ears off than talk to him, by the way.

Chuuya Nakahara doesn't remember much from that night. He remembers the cold chilling air, pulling you closer to him, he remembers counting the freckles on your face, admiring your eyelashes and how your hair gets matted from the pillow, worst part of all; he remembers telling you something that isn't 'I hate you'.

"You look stupid," he mutters in your ear, his hands were snaked around your shoulders as rumpled hair and half-closed eyes were all that's in sight. "..You look pretty too, though."

He swore to not to talk to himself ever again after that.

...

It was a peaceful morning, the tinge of the sun's rays rained down on your skin, and you felt practically engulfed by a heater, almost like you were hugging one.

Unfortunately, you found your arms wrapped around your subordinate, Chuuya's waist. And you found him sleeping with his lips brushed against your forehead, his arms cradling you with such gentleness you never thought he out of all people could have.

2 minutes pass and you're still buried in his warmth. "..Chuuya?" you murmur, watching how the sun kisses his hair's colour ever so beautifully.

5 minutes pass and you're still buried in his warmth. "I hate you, y'know? How'd we even.." you trail off, noticing and counting the freckles on his face: 1.. 2.. 3, fuck!

11 minutes pass and you're still buried in his warmth. "That was completely serious by the way, I really do hate you-"

"Do you talk to people in their sleep as a weird hobby or something?" the redhead mutters with closed eyes, horrifying you with the fact that he was awake.

"What the actual fuck-"

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Buck is chasing it like a fucking drug.

“Your eyes are really pretty,” Buck tells Eddie one evening, when the glow of the setting sun shifts the brown to a warm bronze. “I’ve always thought that, you know.”

It’s forward. It’s risky. But the bright, happy look on Eddie’s face when he hears it is so entirely intoxicating. And it’s not just Buck. In fact, it’s not even mostly Buck. Eddie is just as bad, if not worse. 

“I love your laugh.”

“I could listen to you talk about this for hours.”

“You smell really good today.”

And eventually Buck realizes that, okay yes, things have shifted. But also, Eddie has always been like this? He has always praised as much as he teases. He has always showered Buck with such devastatingly sweet things to Buck that Buck’s lungs have stopped working. They’re just changing in tone, a little. And Buck is just advancing in his own understanding of the way they make him feel. 

He didn’t get it, years ago, when Eddie told Buck there was no one in the world he trusted more with Christopher. He didn’t get that the breathless feeling was more than just platonic devotion. He’s starting to get it. He feels like a camera lens, finally coming into focus.

So eventually, when it keeps happening, Buck can’t keep playing chicken.

They’ve got a movie set up on Buck’s laptop. Eddie’s freshly showered. His hair is damp, smelling like Buck’s green tea and ginger shampoo that he’s been using. The one that apparently smells really good. Buck slides a bit closer to Eddie, until they’re a little tangled together. Eddie’s thumb is rubbing small circles over the bone of Buck’s wrist. Something he’s been doing more and more lately.

“That feels good, you know,” Buck whispers. 

Eddie pauses the motions for a second, like he hadn’t even realized he was doing it until Buck pointed it out. Then, tentatively, it starts up again.

“Yeah?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah,” Buck replies. “It… You… I mean you always feel… Uh, good.” 

Eddie inhales sharply. Buck wonders if he’s said too much.

“I do?” 

“Eddie,” Buck whispers, a slight complaint in his tone. “You know.” 

Eddie nods a little. “Yeah. I think I do.”

Buck holds his breath. He won’t be the one to do this. He needs to wait for Eddie. To be sure. Though, he thinks it is a sure thing. 

He doesn’t need to wait long. 

Eddie drops Buck’s wrist and raises his hand to cup Buck’s jaw, and suddenly they’re kissing. Kissing. It’s warm and soft and perfect. And honestly, if Buck could have guessed what kissing Eddie would be like, it would be this. Like sinking into a warm bath after a cold day. Like the sun beaming through the window and landing perfect on your cheeks. Like a breath of crisp fresh air. 

It’s everything. 

It’s so good, in fact, that Buck has to pull away from it, terrified. 

“Wait,” he begs. 

Eddie freezes. His eyes dart back and forth between Buck’s eyes and mouth, like he’s torn between the polite thing and his impulses. God, that’s hot. Buck just wants to let him do whatever he wants. 

“This isn’t because I mowed your lawn, right?” Buck asks.

Eddie’s jaw drops. “What?”

Yeah, okay. That sounded ridiculous. 

“Like, you’re not kissing me right now because I’m letting you stay in my bed and I mowed your lawn and you feel like you have to kiss me?”

Buck really hopes not. Because that might genuinely break his heart. 

“What?” Eddie asks again. “Buck? Seriously?”

“I-I don’t know!” Buck stammers. “You’ve never… So I just want to make sure that I didn’t accidentally pressure you or something.”

Eddie shakes his head. “You’re ridiculous.”

He leans forward and kisses Buck again. 

“I’m kissing you,” Eddie says, between a series of small, quick kisses. “Because I really, really want to.”

Oh. Oh, well that’s the best case scenario, then. Buck turns off his brain. He kisses Eddie back with enough passion and fervor to make up for six years of not kissing him. 

After that, kissing becomes a thing they do, too. 

vi.

It’s early August when Buck makes the suggestion. 

He doesn’t predict that this will lead to any sort of negative response. Hell, it seems innocent enough. Here they are, nearly two months into Eddie being here, with no sign of leaving. Kissing has escalated into other things. Buck thinks, maybe it would be nice to have multiple pieces of furniture that can support both of them, for when movie nights are really just movie nights. So he asks.

“Do you want to help me find a couch on our next four-off?” 

But instead of an easy-natured reply like Buck is expecting, Eddie’s face sort of freezes. He is not happy with this question. Buck just doesn’t understand why. 

“Eddie?” He asks, frowning. 

Eddie swallows. “Uh… I don’t know.”

“O-Okay,” Buck replies. “It’s fine. I can do it by myself.”

“No,” Eddie blurts. “No.”

“No, you’re coming or no, I shouldn’t do it by myself?” Buck asks. He really doesn’t get what the issue is, here.

“No, I don’t think you should get a couch,” Eddie says. 

Buck blinks. “Since when? You’re, like, the first person to make fun of me not having one.”

“That was Chris,” Eddie mumbles.

Buck’s chest hurts a little. 

“Why don’t we bring my couch here?” Eddie asks. “It’d fit.”

Buck’s head cocks to the side a bit like a confused puppy.

“Uh, Eddie… Why would we do that? Your house needs a couch.”

“Does it?” Eddie asks, nervous edge in his voice. “No one lives there right now.”

“Right, but then when Chris comes home, we’ll have to move the couch back, and the problem remains. I still need a couch.”

Eddie looks at the ground. 

“Eddie?” Buck presses. “Come on, what’s going on?”

Eddie takes a shaky breath and looks back up at him. “What if he doesn’t come home?”

Oh. 

Fuck. 

Buck can see how he got here from a couch, but it’s still some seriously anxious pathways of logic. Buck doesn’t need to buy a new couch, because Chris isn’t coming home, so they can move Eddie’s here, and Eddie will stay forever. Because he can’t go home if his son isn’t there. Jesus. 

Buck grabs his hand. “Of course he’s coming home, Eddie. That’s… That’s not a concern. He’s coming home.”

“You don’t know that,” Eddie argues. “He’s barely talking to me. And when he does… He doesn’t want to come home.”

“I do know it,” Buck shakes his head. He squeezes Eddie’s hand tighter. “Chris is coming home, okay? I know you don’t trust yourself fully right now, so trust me.” 

Eddie’s eyes glaze over with tears. “I want to. I do.”

Buck hugs him, squeezing him. “I’ll believe it for both of us. And then get the honor of saying I told you so.” 

“You do not get to tease me when-”

“Ah, you said when! Not if!” Buck exclaims triumphantly. 

Eddie groans, defeated, but then sinks deeper into Buck’s arms. 

“Thank you,” he mumbles. 

Buck kisses the top of Eddie’s head. 

“Always,” he replies. “But I still need a couch, Eddie. When was the last time we comfortably played video games?”

Eddie sighs. “I don’t want you to get a couch that isn’t mine.”

It feels like a sort of confession. And maybe it’s entirely ridiculous, but Buck wants to give him exactly what he wants. 

Buck squeezes him again. 

“Well, okay then.”

vi.

A few days later, they’re moving Eddie’s couch into the loft. 

Buck tries not to complain about the tight squeeze and awkward journey into the elevator and up to his floor. He supposes other couches might be just as difficult. And, without the added bonus of already knowing it’s the perfect couch. So he deals with the ridiculousness of moving a couch into the loft which he knows will return home before too long. Regardless of what Eddie believes. 

They’ve had a good talk about things. Which is something they actually hadn’t done before. They just sort of kept slowly inching forward, not addressing much of anything with words or formal understandings. But the way things are going, that wasn’t quite sustainable. They needed to lay it all out in the open. And when they did, this is what they found. 

They are both pretty entirely and devotedly in love with each other. With or without shared bed arrangements. No matter what.  Eddie is still figuring himself out. A lot of himself. Not just the parts that are new in terms of their relationship.

[mjonthetrack]

Pain

Jey didn’t have time to process what to do,

seeing his dad yelling at his mom who’d just

completely decimated his soul mates reality

with nothing but cruelty. Jey saw the hurt on

her face replace the disbelief and then

confusion his own heart broke. He felt as though

it was his fault this happened to her and now

she’d run off in a unfamiliar area out of fear and

pure adrenaline. “Well uhm I think I don’t want

to share my desserts with you anymore,” came

Sami’s voice as he had just appeared by the

time the big reveal occurred with oven mits on

holding a fresh batch of brownies glaring at

their mom. “Go,” is all he had to hear from his

twin as he ran out in the direction she went. He

noted an older man walking down the

neighborhood and asked if he had seen the

woman to which the man said he’d seen a

young girl and a wolf get into a blue taxi with a

sign that read the beach nearby. Jey thanked

the man and took off in that direction cursing at

the fact he wasn’t fast enough to reach her

before she got that far.

Mahina watched as her phone she had

thrown off a rocky cliff on the roadside to the

beach, was plummeting down after hearing her

mothers bullshit coverages. Mahina’s eyes

blurred as she watched the water crash about

against the rocks beneath her, why did everyone

know but her?! Her mom didn’t even try to deny

her accusation of who her father was instead

angrily questioning how she knew and fussing

her for not leaving it alone as if her daughter

was looking for her absent father. Her sobs

rang out as Myers whined out at the distress

from his owner. Realization in all its cruel glory

was suffocating and shattering any sense of

reality the woman knew. Now her father wasn’t

just some non disclosed bum, he had a name

and a face, not only that he was a very

successful and well known actor and athlete.

The same type that the people she’d met were

undoubtedly they’d known before her, she felt

like a joke and like her life had been a lie. “Yo!

what the fuck get away from the edge!” a deep

voice came and the woman’s foot slipped and

right when shock had begun to hit of a fall,

strong arms wrapped around her pulling her into

their chest. “What the fuck!, what the fuck ma!,”

his voice shook as he grabbed onto her shaking

body. Jey felt his nerves shot as tears fell

hearing her sobs,” I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry,

Alofa atu,” he muttered over and over again

kissing her hair and keeping her in an iron grasp

as they fell to the floor safely away from the

edge. Mahina cried until her throat was raw and

her head rang, she was left a shaking mess in his

arms listening to him trying to comfort her in his

native tongue. Myers whimpered laying by the

two as they were both crumpled statues on the

ground. The feeling of rain on his face made Jey

curse standing them up, he shuffled his jacket

off tugging it onto her smaller frame zipping

it up. Jey sent off a quick text, crouching down

he motioned for her to get on, the woman

didn’t have much fight left hoisting herself on

his stronger back tugging his hoodie over her

head. “Myers follow,” she muttered as the scent

of his cologne lulled her to sleep on his shoulder. Jey easily maneuvered them down to a more

familiar entrance to the beach she was trying to

be dropped off at. He thanked Myers for being

a good side kick by following right beside him

without straying an inch. Ten minutes had past

and a private driver came pulling up, his dad

having sent it to them but keeping their privacy

to himself as his son requested it. Jey thanked

the man as he ushered Myers in, then held a

sleeping Mahina on his lap.

It was the scent of honey and ginger that

woke Mahina up, when she rubbed her eyes she

winced at the soreness. “Easy ma I got you, I

made some honey ginger tea for your throat,

and don’t worry nobody knows you’re here other

than Myers,” Jey said coming from his kitchen

to the living room couch where he sat the mug

down. Mahina gently grasped the mug taking a

tentative sip, “it’s good,” she quietly concluded

looking down at the floor, her eyes began to

water. “Hey hey, look at me,” his voice was

gentle, he gently tipped her chin up to make

her focus,”I only recently found out, and I don’t

feel like it’s my place to out anyone, but I will say

no matter what you feel about this your feelings

are valid and I just wanted you to have a safe

place to process your emotions.” Mahina

stared into his eyes trying to place any

calculating motives but coming up short she

shook her head,” why didn’t you tell me, it

looks like everyone knows but me, and I only

barely know all of you.” Jey sighs,” it didn’t feel

like my place to drop something so heavy on

you, my mother blind sided you and I’m

so sorry that she took it to that point, I am

being honest when I say I don’t know how she

knew.” Mahina looked down at her covered legs,

she was still in the same clothes, “oh I’m sorry I

didn’t take the wet ones off, I don’t want to

cross any boundaries, you’re at a raw point and

I didn’t want you to think I was going to take

advantage of your low moment.” Mahina took

a bigger swallow of her drink as it soothed her

throat,” thank you, for this..” Jey had a small

smile appear,” you don’t need to thank me,

I wish I could read minds and I would’ve gotten

you out of there sooner, or I would have at least

caught up to you sooner.” Jey rubbed the back

of his neck,” I hope it’s not too much I don’t

know what he likes but I got some food for

Myers and have already fed him, he’s a really

good dog, he hasn’t left your side this whole

time.” Mahina looked over at her dog who’d

been snoring loudly on the other end of the

couch,” I appreciate your thoughtfulness of him,

I can pay you back for everything, I don’t want

you to think I’m some gold digging whore.” Jey

winced at the slight to his mother,” yeah that

was fair but what she said was all just bitterness

and I hope you know I don’t see you that way,

I also don’t want your money, I did this because

that’s what I was made to do, support you in

any way I can.” Mahina sighed,”please not that

talk, we’re practically strangers-,” “so let’s get

to know each other, we have nothing but time.”

Mahina shook her head,” I don’t want to give

you the impression this will lead anywhere.

While the comment stung, he considered her

current feelings and state of mind deciding not

to argue,” I understand Nani, don’t shut me out

though because of someone else’s dirt, you

are writing me off without giving this a chance.”

Mahina furrows her brows at his choice of

words and cusses,” Drew told you about him?” Jey sighs,” not right now, you have a lot to

unpack mentally don’t add to it, come to my

room I have spare clothes here for whenever I

come visit the island.” The woman eyed him

suspiciously enough to make his hands shoot

up in defense,” it’s just a change of clothes not

a marriage license, I don’t want you to get sick.” Jey led her to the main bedroom,” I put some

clothes on the bed for you, and despite what

you heard I don’t have women, my dad cheated

on my mom a few times so she tries to paint

every man as a cheater.” He pat Myers head

who awoke from his nap to follow his owner ,”

I think it’s also important I tell you that I’m

serious about this soul flame connection,

Mahina I’m older than you and I know what I

want in life, and for all of my life I have spent

watching every man close to me get his other

half, I felt like I wasn’t good enough to have one,

maybe whoever made the decisions didn’t think

I was important enough to grant me one.” He

continued despite her opening her mouth to

shut the conversation topic down,” I have

waited for you since I heard my grandmother

tell all of us about this connection, as a kid, it’s

been hurtful and sure I burried that hurt in

sleeping around a bit but I’m grown and I was

single.” Jey turned around while she stepped

into the shirt he’d set out for her which was

more of a dress on her petite frame,” Mahina

I’m not your ex, I will never be your ex, I know

you’re scared and I have seen the way you

want to run away from this but the truth is,

wherever you run I will always be right behind

you, you’re a damn good woman, better than

any I know, so I won’t be waiting on you to

open up to this, I’m going to start pursuing you,

I’m going to be your man.” Mahina rolled her

eyes at his rant,” and I’m going to hit you again

if you don’t shut up, my head hurts and I’m

decent.” Jey turned to see her in his shirt,

something carnal about it made him harden

slightly but he cleared his throat moving to his

dresser, handing her some migraine pills,”it

looks good on you, I’ll leave you be for the night,

I’m going to take the couch, if you need me just

yell.” Mahina hesitated as he moved to leave,

“thank you Jey, I mean it.” Jey offered her a

genuine smile,” sweet dreams beautiful, Alofa

atu.” Mahina tilted her head hearing that phrase

again,” hey Jey what does that mean?” “Go to

sleep,” he responded already leaving the room.

The morning came, the smell of bacon awoke

Myers up who quickly abandoned his post at the

bottom of the large bed going out to the

kitchen. The absence of her companion woke Mahina, carefully stepping to the kitchen she

noted Jey who looked half awake finishing

setting a plate up with bacon, eggs, hashbrowns

and some toast. “You look like you haven’t

slept?” her voice made him jump and cuss as he

dropped a piece of bacon which Myers was all

too happy to get rid of. Jey looked at her his

eyes had bags on it, the guilt of the day before

kept him up with worry for her,” it’s because I

couldn’t sleep.” Deciding not to make her feel

any worse,” I just don’t do well on couches my

back tends to get bad.” Mahina swallowed her

sense of security deciding he’d been respectful

enough,” cmon you need to get some rest and I

could use it too.” Mahina noted him handing her

the plate,” sorry it’s not much but it’s all I had at

the time.” Mahina gaped at the gesture, no man

had ever cooked for her, it was a sweet gesture

considering he looked like a walking zombie

currently,”thank you handsome.” She kissed his

cheek taking the plate, stepping in the direction

of his suite, leaving him shell shocked long

enough to delay his following her steps. Jey

was dazed at the simple action of affection not

even expecting a hug from her any time soon. “Here you need to eat too, I saw you didn’t have

enough for two, we can share,” she said patting

the spot next to her in bed.

Mahina woke up from her nap, deciding to

make her way through his bathroom utilizing

his shower and cleaning herself up. Stepping

from the steamy room she noted clean clothes

already sat on the bed. Mahina slid into the

clean boxers which looked more like shorts on

her, then into the long shirt which must’ve been

from his job as his face was plastered all over it.

“Having clothes with your face on them is kind

of vain don’t you think?” Jey looked up from

where he sat on the couch, his eyes roamed

over her in his clothes, his teeth catching his

bottom lip. Mahina rolled her eyes at him,” I’m

talking to you dummy,” she flicked his forehead

snapping him out of his trance. “You look

good ma, always do, I liked the shirt so I bought

it.” Mahina smiled at his honesty,” well it looks

better on me anyways so I’ll be keeping it.” Jey’s

attention turned to his phone going off, he

looked at the number and furrowed his brows

at what his dad said on the other end,”what

do you mean they’re here?” Mahina wrapped

her arms around herself waiting for whatever

was being related to him. She realized now that

chucking her phone probably wasn’t the best

decision at the time. When he hung up she

eyed him questioningly, “what’s up with your

pops?,Is everything okay?” Jey froze up trying

to think of the best solution to the problem,”

I don’t want to hide anything from you, my mom

she apparently reached out before she did what

she had done and your da-, Dwayne, he’s here.”

“You’re joking right?,” she asked growing rigid,

finding the man look worried as he was upset

she shook her head,” no, I don’t want to see him,

what so he decided to come for damage control

before it hurts his image, the man has gone my

whole life without bothering to see me, no I

don’t want to see him.” Jey shook his head,”

I’m not forcing you to do anything, I told you

this would be a safe place, let’s go out I know

some place we can get some lunch and hang

out by the beach.” Mahina nodded her head

slowly,” I don’t exactly have any of my own

belongings here, I have nothing to wear out.”

Jey grinned at her not shutting him down,”No

worries Ma, I had my twin look for your size in

the bag you left there and he said scouts honor

nobody knows you’re here.” Her brow quirked,”

so where are you going with your brother

snooping through my stuff?” Jey stood taking

her hand, guiding her back to the bedroom,

she raised her brows at his skin contact,”I had a

bunch of clothes dropped off while you slept

and other girly stuff so no worries get changed

we can head out.” Mahina pressed a hand to

her hip,” so you got me some things and still

put me in your stuff?” Jey’s face turned a light

pink being caught, his hand flew to the back

of his neck not sure what to say. Mahina

laughed at his condition,” I’m not mad Jey,

I just think you’re funny,” she flashed a genuine

smile. Seeing his blush, she grinned finding it

refreshing to see a man react to her like that,”

awe does the big bad wrestler have a crush?” Jey sucked in a breath rolling his eyes,”whatever

ma just get some beach clothes on so we can

go.” Mahina fake pouted gripping one of his

cheeks,” awe is the little Uce embarrassed?” Jey’s eyes darkened as his steps caught her

against the wall in his bedroom between

his arms on either side of her frame,”I’m not

your Uce, and there’s nothing small about me.” Mahina cursed at the way her cheeks flamed at

the bold move, she swallowed harshly feeling

her mouth dry at the way his eyes were set on

hers so intensely. She took note of his good

complexion, the color of his eyes, his full lips,

something stirred within her that sent wild

shivers throughout her body. “I should get

ready,” she muttered lowly noting him closing

the distance between them. The sensation of

his lips crashing on hers made her stomach

erupt as a stampede of butterflies swarmed. Jey tested the waters pulling his head back,

readying himself to get hit or rejected as

reality sank in at what his instincts had led him

to do, “Ma, I’m sorry, I didn’t-,” he gaped as her

lips found his leaving him light headed his eyes

widened in stun of her. His eyes closed, his hand

cupped her jaw deepening the kiss feeling his

heart race at just a kiss was very new to him.

Jey noted how her hands went beneath his shirt

feeling his abs, shock and shivers made him

gently grasp her wrists bringing them up to kiss

them,” as much as I’d love to wear you out on

my bed I don’t want to take advantage of you,

there’s a lot happening and I don’t want you

to regret having sex or kissing me after things

settle down.” Mahina groaned feeling sexually

frustrated by his gentlemanly respectful

display,”boy whatever, get out so I can change.”

[georgies-ftts]

my genuine thoughts and reactions watching One Piece as someone who has never consumed a different piece of One Piece media before

spoilers… obviously…

Episode 1:

thick glaswegian accent straight away you’ve won me over

this guys moustache is immaculate kinda looks like every version of captain hook ever mushed into one

i recognise the scottish guy

random guy #374’s sideburns are… definitely there

slay drop a bomb before you’re executed horribly

cracker opening theme actually 9/10 should’ve been longer

fourth wall break?

nope he’s talking to a bird

okay funky trouser man you shout into the abyss

this birds got better drip than me

‘Mutiny’ funny actually

he’s not having a good time

what the actual fuck is that ship

aldiva? love of my life?

Koby needs a fresh trim… probably… idk

love me some cheeky windmills

i recognise red hair hat man too

that kids fully gonna die

luffy is fuckin nuts

is he eating… raw??? steak???

australian pink haired harrypotter is about to shit himself

dudes about to get his shit rocked

funky hat man??? is fucking??? elastic

rope burn doesn’t exist in this universe

elastic head is genuinely fuckin horrific

but also slay

think i’m gonna like depressed green hair man

Mr 7 is wearing two ruffs….

‘My favourite is number 1’ fuck him up emotionally i like it

and then fuck him physically this is going grand actually

sword fights that are choreographed immaculately and with fluid camera movements truly do hold a very special place in my heart

oh wait is the luffy kid funky straw hat man

“your mug” yes get that slang in there

wait but luffy has a steady american accent with no twangs

purple orb i’d eat it

oh so would he apparently

what the fuck it’s green

who the fuck is red haired hat man i can’t be bothered to pull up imdb

don’t kill shanks he treats the bar staff with respect

he was in ‘fresh meat’ i found him

he’s so gonna die

i’d slap man bun guy so fuckin hard

luffy needs to like… have a nap or something

woah luffy straight in there with the insults

he had a munch and now he’s a bit bendy

now i recognise koby jesus christ

didn’t need to slap the poor guy jesus

koby is cute i like them

ginger woman floating in the sea

“sweetheart” fucking get rid of them

is she gonna fuck em up

slay queen found a new love of my life and she’s wearing funky socks

‘where’s my face?’ bruvva i could squish your cheeks like a toddler that wall is not for you

it’s green haired sword guy love him

“one for my friend” dude that is a body. in a sack.

it’s ginger sock girl, marry me

blonde british man is gonna catch these fists, sir that is a child leave her alone

lucious malfoy looking ass

yes Zoro (the subtitles are the only reason i know what’s goi-)

did he just eat that off the floor.

blonde british man is fucking terrifying

another sword fight???????

kolby you are me actually

fuck them up fuck them up fuck them up

i’m a lesbian but i do think green haired man just turned me bisexual

“my father” jesus fuckin christ they hired draco malfoy

like the rum???

jesus christ daddy’s boy needs a fuckin gag or some shit

i want Zoro’s earrings please

why does this man have a metal plate bolted into his face

“where does it even go” i think you know

koby realising not everything that’s made out to be ‘good’ is always good slay, we love a little bit of depth

i love a cgi sewer pipe

jesus chrrriiiiiiist draco malfoy is back

kick him in the balls

“when i get down” dude you are literally half on the floor already….

my wife ginger socks girl is back everything is good

she’s gone again, devastated

luffy kinda has the percy jackson cockiness yknow?

luffy 10/10 would do a phycology gcse

fucking english bastards ruining everything

it’s fine she fucked em up again

what is the grand line may i ask

her eyes are stunning

i think she just shat herself

draco malfoy needs to go what the-

that’s his bare arse

chop his dick off

please

i beg you

i think luffy just wants some friends

she’s a pickpocket too holy fuck-

“i’m never joining” yuh huh sure

why’s she searching the papers on the desk surely they would be in a draw or some shit or like a secret message or something

win for luffy

153rd marines really doesn’t sound all that threatening

so he’s like… hench as fuck too?

protect the hat luffy as you should

green haired man’s just pitched up c’mon

slay, literally and figuratively

is he wearing zebra trousers?

not where i thought the sword went…

yeaaahhh fuck him up

that kick was fucking immaculate

so green man is also fuckin hench???

oi listen to the queen

HA MALFOYS HAIR REMINDS ME OF MY WEIRD BARBIE

zoro smiled that’s it life is good

KOBY MY SON

koby no don’t

okay koby you slay love you

you keep them massive fuck off glasses safe

do they meet again? please tell my they meet again and they both live and are happy i will cry-

ooo action music my favourite kind of tv music

what the fuck is that snail and why is it also a phone

SCOTTISH MAN IS BACK

they took your mum actually

a pirate in a straw hat who’s skin is made of rubber thankyou

ooo new emo green haired man

they infact we’re not planning anything ever

that’s that one guy from agents of shield

jesus he’s fuckin creepy

oh that’s terrifying actually

FUCKIN TUNE

[ventisnumberone]

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ my blicky !❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

Childe x Reader

Genre: Smut 18+ Minors DNI!

Tags: afab reader!, Slight masochist!reader, sadistic childe, gun play, dark content??, porn no plot, choking, mocking, degration, childe is the biggest tease in the world, mentioning killing/shooting,oral (m,f receiving) childe is the best at aftercare

a/n: got this idea from listening to Blicky by Fresh X Rechless 😝

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Childe presses the barrel to your forehead, you shiver to the coldness of the metal. you feel yourself getting wetter at the fear of the danger. What you didn’t know was that childe made sure that it was completely harmless and free of all risk. “cmon girly, how about you lay down on the bed and take those panties off, i’m longing to taste you.” he says with a smirk. you obey him and you lay down and pull your pretty panties down and toss them to the side. childe approaches your throbbing pussy still having the gun pointing towards your head. “your dripping sweetie, are you that much of a whore that your getting off on the thought of something going wrong and me killing you?” he says as he enters two fingers into your aching cunt.

you moan his name as he moves them in and out of you. he moves his head down and licks a stripe on your cunt . you clench on nothing and your eyebrows knit together. he begins to start licking and sucking at your clit. you clamp your things around his head and moan out in pure pleasure. “oh childe~!” you cry out. your gripping hair and clawing at his back while he licks your cunt oh so good. “i think i’m gonna c-cum!” you speak. “it’s okay baby cum on my tongue and fingers.” he says in a sweet yet commanding tone. you see white as your orgasm hits you like a truck. “you taste good girly..” he says with a wink. “it’s only fair if you suck me off in return honey..” he says with that charming charismatic tone. “ok..Ajax” you say as you tug on his belt belt and unbutton his grey pants and pull his underwear down his pretty cock springing free, nice and fully erect. “what are you waiting on girly get to it.” he says putting the black pistol to the side of your head. you take his pretty pink tip into your mouth and lick it slowly. “get on with it slut.” he says before grabbing your hair and pulling your head down and you take his whole cock in your mouth. “you liking this girly? you like having your slutty mouth around my cock and my gun to your head?” he coos. you look up at him, he loves that face you give him when you suck his dick. you start bobbing your head faster trying to get your ginger boyfriend to cum. “oh shit, i’m close..” he groans. you suck and suck and he gets closer and closer to cumming. “cumming!” he moans. he cums in your mouth. “stick your tongue out, i wanna see my cum in your mouth hun.” he says smiling down at you. you stick your tongue out for him and he sees his sticky salty cum on your tongue. “good girl, now swallow for me please.” he says. you do what he says.

“lay on the bed and stick your ass up for me.” you lay on the bed and stick your ass up. he goes behind you and enters you. you moan in surprise as he puts his length inside you. he grabs your hips. he snakes his arm around and sticks the pistol in your mouth. “mphf~!” you moan around the gun in your mouth. “i can feel you tightening up sweetheart. such a good whore for me.” he says as he gives your ass a quick smack. you wince at the pain but it turns into pleasure. he’s fucking you so so good all you can do is moan and suck on the gun in your mouth. “i’m close girly!” says. “cumming!” he calls out. he pulls out and cums on your back. he removes the gun from your mouth. “you did perfect honey.” he smiles and kisses his forehead. he smiles sweetly at you. “come on let’s get you cleaned up.” he says as he gets you a clean pair of underwear and your favorite set of pajamas. “i love you ajax” “i love you too s/o”

[krethes]

Unfinished Friday

Got the idea from @tackytigerfic and lordy lordy lordy loo do I feel perceived 🤣

Soo this is a 7th year Marauder fic I started back in 2021 at the behest of the Wolfstar Discord that never quite got its feet off the ground.

“Oh, come on, Remus, it’ll be fun!”

He raised a brow and turned the page of his book without looking up. “No, thank you.”

A sigh. A familiar rustling of robes. The smell of rose and ginger. A flash of red hair. A press of pale fingers down the spine of his book. “Remus John Lupin, I hereby invoke the Favor.” Lily Evans regarded him with eyes like fresh spring clover, her free hand cocked on her hip as she leaned into his personal space. They were only about a foot apart now, and there was no escaping The Look.

He sighed, wrested his book from her punishing grip, and closed it neatly in his lap. “Of course you do,” Remus bemoaned softly, tucking the tome into the bag at his feet. There was nothing for it -- the Favor was one they traded often, something owed that passed between them almost as a joke. Normally, it was a quick glance over homework or something like ‘I can’t be arsed to get up and Our Boys are not around, so please could you fetch me a tea?’, not… this. “I’ve never played before.”

Lily smiled, her entire face lighting up with the gesture, light radiating from every pore. Merlin, but she was lovely, wasn’t she? Remus found himself swept up in it, and had to staunchly squash down the urge to smile back -- he was trying to be cross with her, smiling would ruin the whole thing. “But you’ve watched, haven’t you? Matches with your dad, right, on the telly? I’ll bet you know the rules better than I do.” She batted her eyelashes at him, long, mascara-dark things that got him every time. Girls.

She was trying to butter him up -- he knew this, knew her tricks after six years of friendship, and yet… It worked. Like a fucking charm. And it was The Favor, after all. 

“I do know the rules,” he admitted quietly, steepling his fingers together. His childhood had been rather lonely, after all -- mornings stretching into afternoons that lazed into evenings without other children to play with meant that Remus spent a great deal of his time reading or joining his parents at the television set. He’d been particularly fascinated by the game, of the men and women in peak physical fitness sprinting across a green field in shiny shirts and shorts, and it was the only time his father ever seemed to get excited about anything anymore. So Remus had been drawn to it, as much as he was to the sea, and absorbed the complexities of the game in his knowledge-sponge way.

“So…?” Lily wrapped her hands around his and pulled him to his feet with a little bounce, victory clear as day on her sunny face. At his nod of assent, she hugged him fiercely around the middle, her face tucked into his sternum in glee. “Yes, amazing! Right. So, you’ll be on my team!”

“Aren’t you...splitting them by genders?” He might be bent, but he wasn’t a girl. 

Lily shrugged. “Technically, but that’s just to foster some inner-team solidarity since we’re mixing the Houses.” She frowned faintly, the tiniest moue forming between her eyebrows. “Not much interest from some of the other students, I’m afraid. They don’t… want to be associated with a Muggle game.” 

She didn’t have to explain why -- it was plain. A Muggle game meant being labeled as a Muggle Sympathizer, as a Blood Traitor, even. They weren’t stupid -- they all knew there was a war on the horizon, about to come to a boil, but...they were still kids, weren’t they? Of-Age wizards, certainly, but only Peter and Sirius were eighteen in their little band, and they still deserved a spot of fun. 

“Besides,” she said, fixing him with a coy grin, “you’ll finally get to help me put Potter in his place! Black, too, I guess.” 

Remus snorted, shaking his head. “You can call him ‘James’, you know. You’re dating.”

“Don’t remind me,” she teased, though the look on her face -- doe-eyed and rosy-cheeked -- gave her away in a heartbeat. Their relationship was very new -- only a couple of weeks old, but Remus knew she was absolutely smitten with James Potter. “So, we’ll practice on Wednesdays and once McGonagall gets it cleared, we’ll have matches on Sundays! Potter-- alright, James, ugh -- was deadset we didn’t interfere with his ‘precious Quidditch’, but they’ll be early afternoons so don’t you start with me about your studies, Remus Lupin. I’m taking more N.E.W.T.s than you, I don’t want to hear it!”

Her rambling muted him, and he shut his mouth with an audible click. Well alright, then. Remus knew better than to argue when she was in full sail like this. The HMS Lily Evans was truly a force to be reckoned with. “Wait… the club hasn’t even been approved yet?” he asked, incredulous. It was unlike Lily to come into this half-cocked. Her sign-up sheet, though not as flush as she’d like to be, had an impressive amount of names on it. It would be a decent number of people to let down…

She pulled thoughtfully on her lower lip in a familiar nervous tic. “Well… Professor McGonagall seemed very confident she could get it approved… I trust her!” she decided, releasing her lip with a nod to herself. 

Remus grinned and ruffled her hair, earning him a well-placed jab to the ribs. “Alright, alright. Wednesdays and Sundays, then. I’ll clear my schedule.” 

***

Minerva had been delighted to hear about Lily Evans’s club idea -- football, indeed! Oh, she hadn’t seen a live match since she was just a girl, and even then, it was only the lads at the local co-op putting it on for a lark. She smiled to herself as she bustled down the corridors towards the Headmaster’s office, remembering those games. She announced the password -- ‘Curly Wurly’ -- and adjusted the fit of her hat. One had to look their best, after all.

Albus looked up from his desk and greeted her with a nod. “Ah, Minerva, welcome. You have a proposition for me, I hear?” He did not stop the quill scrawling across his desk, nor rise to greet her. That was fine, he was a busy man.

“Yes, Albus. Lily Evans would like to start an intramural football club.”

The quill came to a scratching pause, and he searched her face with pale blue eyes. “I cannot say that I can support a club that would only create more animosity between the Houses, Minerva -- Quidditch has done a fair enough job of that as it is, don’t you think?” 

She resisted the urge to tidy her hat again -- Albus had such a long way of speaking, never quite saying what he meant. Fortunately, she’d had decades of experience of dissecting his speech patterns, and had come prepared. “I agree, Albus,” she began, watching the flicker of light behind his eyes, “but this will be a mixed-House club. Miss Evans proposed a boys against girls game.”

“And do you think that to be entirely fair?”

Minerva frowned, drawing herself up a little straighter. “Albus, you are not implying that the girls cannot hold their own, surely?” It was 1977, for Godric’s sake!

The smallest of smiles unfurled across his lips and a familiar twinkle entered his eyes, one Minerva hadn’t seen in years. “Ah, of course not. I am certain Miss Evans will give anyone who thinks so a run for their money. Am I to assume you will be the faculty sponsor for this club, Minerva?”

Her schedule was quite full as it was, but perhaps she could convince Pomona to take on a bit more detention proctoring this term… “Yes, you assume correctly. Are we aligned?” She fixed him with a look of cautious anticipation, and only her rigid self-control kept her from Shifting into the cat at his nod of assent. “Thank you, Albus. I will keep you posted of the matches.” Minerva gave him a brief nod, took a cinnamon candy from his desk, and left his office feeling quite giddy indeed.

Football!

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"Moony-moon-Moony, wait-- where are you going-- and ...AUGH!!! You're not!" 

"Traitor!"

"Padfoot, Wormtail, we knew this was a matter of time."

"Just-- maybe he has an explanation. You have an explanation, don't you, Moonfish?"

"Oof, Pads, that one's not very flattering, strike it?"

"Ah, yes, too right, Mr. Prongs, and duly noted. Well, Mr. Moony, what do you have to say for yourself!?" 

Remus looked at his three closest friends from across the white line painted on the Quidditch-turned-football Pitch with thinly veiled ire. "I'm not sure I understand the question, Padfoot-in-my-mouth." 

Sirius scoffed and gestured wildly at Remus's uniform. "Why, Moony, is your uniform...white?" He gestured to his own, very black, shirt and shorts. 

"Well, I'll tell you," Remus declared, leaning in all conspiratorial-like until he was fully in Sirius's space -- not, he noticed, that he minded. He cupped Sirius's face in his hands and inwardly rejoiced at how he practically melted, and smirked. "I wanted to be on the winning team."

"Oi!!! Out of bounds, Lupin! Foul! Card! Whatever… that means. Moony, you have betrayed us!" James cried from a few feet away, his face aghast. "What makes you so sure the lads are going to lose?"

Remus looked at the black-clad boys scattered across the field and cocked an eyebrow. They were...a motley group, to be honest, and largely pureblood. Xenophilius Lovegood was trying to coax a bit of rogue heather he'd brought in his pocket to take root in the grass of the Pitch. Peter was missing his protective shin guards. Damocles Belby looked a bit winded already, his ruddy cheeks even more crimson than they usually were. The other six boys just...looked a bit lost. Compared to the girl's team, which held Remus, Lily, Marlene, Mary, Sibyll -- not their best get, admittedly -- and a few younger girls Remus was embarrassed not to know the names of yet, they looked a bit... lacking.

Lily appeared at his side and glared at James with her hands on her hips. "Oi, Potter, don't harass my goalkeep," she snapped, though her frown quickly tilted up into a smirk. 

"Moony's my boyfriend," Sirius muttered sourly, casting sad, gray eyes up at Remus that made him feel just a little guilty. Nevermind, he'd make it up to Sirius later, do that thing he liked with his 

His ?? Teacup? Tongue? Wand? Textbook? No clue.

If you wanna...and if you qualify (most of you are way more responsible than me...): @msalexwp @r33sespieces @theresthesnitch (shh shh I know), @second-sister @elder-millennial-trash @quietlemonhush @aqua-myosotis and anyone else who wants to out themselves as a procrastinator 🤣

[m00nyst0astsposts]

i’m shamelessly trying to plug my new fic (lavender haze on ao3) which can be found here

if you can’t guess from the title there’s some taylor swift references included

anyways, here are some excerpts that are already published:

spoilers below if you haven’t read:

“Are you going to tell on me, Regulus?” Remus teases, waiting for Regulus’s smirk he knows is coming.

There it is. “Like I would.” He turns to nod back towards where the fight now has evolved into an all out brawl between the houses. It’s always the potions corridor, isn’t it. “Even taking Crouch and Rosier into consideration, your year is far worse. My brother, for a start, then there’s Potter.” He pauses to give his signature glare, the one reserved for James Potter only, as if the messy haired boy was paying any attention at them at that moment. “Then there’s Pettigrew, the McKinnon girl, not to mention MacDonald. Oh, and Snape.”

“He was far too low on your list.”

“The point is,” Regulus continues, ignoring him, “is that they’re all idiots, and you should just request to move down to my year.”

Remus raises his eyebrows at him, “And leave Dorcas all alone?”

Regulus shrugs, “She can come too, if that’s what it takes.”

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Regulus smirked as Pandora leaned back. “Pandora stop encouraging him.” Dorcas sighed.

Pandora shook her head softly, eyes landing on Remus. He shifts uncomfortably under her gaze as she seems to… study? scrutinise was probably the better word to use. After several long moments of tense silence, Pandora stood silently, and moved several people down the bench, coming between Evan and Barty.

Remus straightens up all at once, visibly offended. “Do I smell, or something Pandora?”

“Your aura.”

Barty frowns, “His aura… smells?”

“It’s off.”

“Off?”

“Extremely.” She frowns, “Has something happened?”

Barty grins, reaching to put his arm round Pandoras shoulders. “Oh honey, wait till you hear.”

Remus groans, hitting his head off the table once more.

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That was when he saw it. The sliver of moonlight that slipped through the cracks of the door, landing over Sirius like an old friend, soothing his fresh cuts as they settled into scars. It got Sirius to got crying, to stop panicking. Eventually, his mother had let him out, and Sirius got to see it in full view through the window. The full moon shining down on him. As he looked at it then, he knew Remus would be going through something even worse. The pain of transforming, Sirius had read all about it after he worked it out. If Remus could do that every month without whispering a word, then Sirius could do this. He could do this, and he wouldn’t be alone.

So yes, maybe it was weird to seek comfort from what he knew also brought pain. Sirius knew that, but it still happened. It was weird, but it was fucking beautiful. He didn’t think of Remus much anymore, or at least he tried not to. But it was inevitable on midnights like this. And as Sirius stared at the full moon while being tugged down the corridors by James, he hoped Remus was okay.

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“Lily, I love you, but what the fuck.” Remus stared at the absolute mess that was one of his closest friends in the world, with her bright ginger hair an absolute mess as it fell in strands from her once neat ponytail. Her makeup, or what was left of it, was smudged beyond belief, and she was clutching her shoes in her hand where she stood.

Where she stood, actually, was the main reason for Remus’s proclamation. He had caught her, shirt on back to front, at the bottom of the girls Slytherin staircase.

Lily cringed, “I came to see you…?”

“Get the rooms mixed up did you?”

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“Well that was certainly something.” Barty sighed, craning his neck to where it lay on Evans lap to look at him, “Can we go to bed now?”

“If you mean can we each go to our separate beds away from each other, then sure.” Evan wasn’t looking back at him.

Barty pouted, “But we used to sleep together all the time!”

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It was the look Sirius got in his eyes, when he spoke about Remus specifically. It was the way his smile got all the more brighter when he told Regulus about Remus’s latest ‘genius’ idea when he was home for Christmas. It was the excited thrill he got in his voice when he whispered all the swear words he had learnt from him.

And then Regulus saw them together, for two weeks during his first year, and realised Remus did exactly the same thing.

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Let’s just say Sirius hadn’t stopped thinking about it, about him, about Remus. He hadn’t stopped that one look from watering the seed of his hope. They could be friends again. They could be Remus and Sirius, inseparable like they were in first year. They could listen to listen to muggle music together again, they could play pranks and be the marauders again, Sirius could visit him after every full moon, and they could joke and laugh and tease and play chess and run and fight and kiss and talk and whisper secrets and show each other their scars and and and—

Sirius wanted endless things from Remus, he wanted everything. But he would accept whatever Remus was willing to give. At the moment, just Remus speaking to him in any capacity was enough, just him being near was enough for Sirius. It made his heart ache for what they once had, their undeniably close friendship in first year. Where would they be now, he wondered, if they had never fought? If they had stayed friends in the past years, would they be more than that by now? Sirius wasn’t sure any answer to that would make him feel better.

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Sirius cleared his throat, and plastered on his signature grin. “Are you jealous, Lupin? Do you want me to give you a nickname?”

Remus rolled his eyes, because of course he did. “We’re hardly on a first name basis, Black, never mind nicknames.”

“Wouldn’t it be so much more fun if we were?” Sirius asked, his voice lightly teasing.

“No.” Remus replied, deadpan.

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“What’s your favourite colour?” Mary asked from where her and Marlene were lying on the carpet, heads bent between a witches magazine.

“Brown.” Sirius answered, shortly, before peering at the girls in confusion. “Why are you asking?”

Marys eyes were practically laughing at him, “Social experiment.” She answered, before turning back to Marlene as they shared a meaningful look and descended into giggles. Sirius rolled his eyes, girls didn’t even try to make sense anymore, and people wondered why he had only ever been interested in guys.

[aveegrex]

SWEETHEART

Confessing your feelings to the heartbroken clown.

pairing: Buggy x f!reader genre: hurt to comfort, friends to lovers implied word count: 0,8k cw: quite a few various slurs (self-deprecation on Buggy's side), lots of swearing, alcohol mentions, anxiety attack, Shanks slander

author's note: Buggy has this sad anxious clown kid vibe that is too close to my heart to not explore it. I initially planned it as a longer form, but then it felt like if I didn't stop the scene, it would get worse. Might do a part 2 on that though.

“F-fuck” - Buggy swore, his forehead pressed to the cold bathroom mirror. He’s been standing like this for a solid twenty minutes, fresh gloves straining on his knuckles as he gripped the sink. 

He should be outside, with his crew and all the guests who put aside all their quarrels and grudges to come here and celebrate his birthday. He should be the life of the party now, flashing in his motley suit, soiling the deck with enough booze to drown a whale, dancing with all the broads and gents whose voices were now muffled by a flimsy bathroom door. 

Yet he’s inside, hiding again, counting his breath over and over again in his weak attempts to push away the anxious sting in his heart. Rage churning in his stomach, raising higher and higher to his throat, stinging cold in his fingertips, the disgusting feeling of his shirt sticking to the sweaty back - all making his vision blurry. 

How fucking dare he do that again? 

Didn’t he take enough from him already? 

Buggy raised his eyes to his own reflection, brows knitted in despair. “Fucking A. - an exhale followed by a scowl to himself almost making him vomit. - I’d choose red hair over a red honker too, heh”

A treacherous tear made its way through the caked up white powder, leaving behind a black trail to his chin. Buggy hated this wimp shit, hated how fucking less of everything he was compared to the one-handed scoundrel. This ginger fuck would never have a full on sissy fit over his romantic prospect. He’d never hide from his own party in a bathroom that reeked of piss of all places. He’d never see his crush asked out right before his eyes, because that’s what Buggy was here for. 

Eyes screwed shut, Buggy’s head ducked deeper, the sink outward crying for help under his grasp. Five more minutes, he should get his pussy act together in five minutes, man up and go get an alcohol poisoning of his life. Maybe he’ll get hammered enough for his love neurons to die off. He’ll think of that when blowing candles. 

Two shy knocks woke him up. “Occupied!” - he hissed, accentuating his point by a loud bang on the door. 

“Buggy, you alright? - fuck no, not now, NOT YOU. - You need a doctor or something?”

He straightened up in an instant, the sink now out of danger as he tried to slick his hair back. That’s bad, that’s really bad. Why the fuck would you be here? Shanksy too drunk to get his dick wet or what? 

“No, I’m, -uhh, I-I’m fine, sweetheart. - like he himself would believe that, yeah. - No need to worry, go have fun”

He frantically smudged the black giveaway of his demise, fixing the face that only you seemed to notice missing from the soiree. A soft thump startling him, his hand jolting and smearing his lipstick to the cheek. “Buggy. - your voice was closer now, which explained the thump. - It’s either you out or me in. Quit bullshitting me, sweetheart”. 

Fuck, you really are stubborn at all the wrong times. He chuckled at that, airy laugh not reaching his eyes, and released a shallow breath. Five, four, three, two, one - aaaand we’re live. 

“You won’t believe it, this piece of wood dared to jam right on my special day! - the door opened to the sequel of Buggy’s hell. - Hope I’ll find a new ship in the gift pile”

“Buggy. - your voice too stern to reciprocate a joke. - Open up”

He blinks and flaps the door back and forth at that, his head tilted as he looks at you. “Did the red-head drop you in booze or something, missy? I’m out already, keep up with the news”

“Buggy” - your eyes trained on him. 

“What? I mean really, I’m out and about, safe and sound, gonna be back there soon clapping around”

“Buggy!”

“Let’s go! He’ll miss ya and the world doesn’t need another hooker - pirate cub just because he was lonely-...”

“BUGGY” - “WHAT??!!!”

“I said no”

He gulped at that, ceasing the mouth trash effective immediately. “What? - his voice too small to fit a man his size.

“I declined” - you pleaded, looking up again to finally find him staring back. 

Buggy’s eyes narrowed, his trash bin of a brain trying to figure out if he was hearing the worst white lie. “But … why?” - he cringed, as your hands landed on his forearms. 

You smiled at that, lone tear running down your cheek mirroring his past one. Buggy just stood there, dumbfounded, his inquiry honest in any possible way. He felt the soft squeeze of your hands, felt his heart breaking its way out of his chest. He watched you quickly wipe the tear away and trapped the breath in as your hands reached his shoulders. 

And he was grateful for the semi-hug when he heard your answer, his knees threatening to give up any second. 

“Because he’s not you, sweetheart”

MDNI, reblogs are welcome, and remember - you do sometimes get what you want

© 2022 AVEEGREX, all rights reserved. reposting and copying my works without my consent is forbidden.

[kitmoas]

for tgu… id love to see a drabble/one shot of Nat letting toy get away with something (per usual), and Wanda finds out and does whatever she would do in a case like that!

smutty drabble/blurb thing ***minors DNI*** ***18+***

Mommy Wanda is just a huge tease, especially when trying to get a point across.

Word Count: about 700

You were laying in bed, surrounded by wrappers and junk food, waiting for the doordash guy to deliver your food. The night was slow, and you were missing Wanda and Kate who were sent out on a mission. Thankfully you weren't left alone, and your Daddy got to spend the entire day spoiling you.

Natasha had jumped at the chance to get food sent to your apartment so that neither of you had to cook, though she grumbled at your choice of Taco Bell. Speaking of the widow, she was crawling back into bed bath with a fresh round of drinks.

The movie was long forgotten the moment she set the cups down, the ginger not being able to keep her hands off of you for long. She had your face pushed into the pillows and her fingers inside your dripping cunt, ignoring all the pings coming from your phones.

It’s not the throat clearing, or even the door shutting, that gets your attention but magic tearing the two of you apart. The widow is laughing as you dramatically roll over, looking up at the witch in betrayal.

The infamous head tilt silences the protests that are bubbling up in your throat. “Why are there so many disgusting junk food wrappers, Little One?” Her magic lifts all the wrappers into the air, swirling them into a ball.

Your head whips back and forth between the two of your owners, panic and confusion setting in. You know that you weren't supposed to be eating anything that was in the room, but also Natasha was letting you so you wanted to argue your case.

The ginger is lazily licking at her fingers, smirking at the way you choke on your words. Sputtering, you scramble to kneel at the side of the bed as you reach out to the witch. “I- Mommy, I asked. I promise! Daddy said it was okay!” Desperation filled your voice, and the arrogant smirk on the widow’s face as she quirks her eyebrow at you makes you realize you were set up. “I’m sorry! Please, I should have asked you.”

Wanda is snickering at you now, gaze sliding to Natasha as her eyes flash scarlet. "Off the bed, knees. Now." Her tone is rough and heavy with the accent that rears its head whenever she's angry.

You basically fall off the bed in your hurry, knees sting as you slam down onto them. You try to look up at the older two with the most innocent eyes as possible, hoping that at least the ginger will take mercy on you. With a snap of her fingers Wanda is naked, and you whine as she slides closer to you at the edge of the bed.

She lets her legs fall open, hanging on either side of you, and you can practically smell her arousal from where you kneel. Your mouth is watering, and you squirm in your spot with your eyes locked on her glistening folds. Her hands come to rest on your head, fingers scratching at your scalp. "See Mommy was all excited to come home and play with her Toy, but it looks like it'll be a Mommy Daddy night." The moment Natasha's title is said her hand slips down the brunette's torso, swiping at her clit.

You watch as Wanda's hips jerk up, almost close enough for you to lick. A whine breaks through your lips making the brunette let out a broken chuckle as two of Natasha's fingers slip into her. The witch's head falls backwards as she lets the widow fuck her as she pleases, wet sounds filling the air as you hold your breath trying to control your body.

It's the choked whimper and Wanda gripping your hair that makes you surge forward, getting just the tip of your tongue coated in her wetness. Moaning at the taste but your happiness is cut short when your head is dragged backwards, "Now now, you think you get a reward after breaking a rule? No, bad toys don't get to touch. They get to sit and watch while Mommy gets played with. Now sit there and be good, I want to watch you drool over all the wasted cum you don't get to drink tonight."

[tranzfalgar]

okay it’s time for some stardew valley headcanons for the bachelor/ette(s) so let’s GOOOO

Alex:

- he always awakes before his grandparents, and on warmer days he’ll go down to the beach to watch the sunrise.

- friends with elliot! the two of them sit on the side of the dock sometimes and just chat about life.

- knows how to make cookies, as evelyn taught him when he was a bit younger

- wary of the saloon, as he doesn’t really like the smell of alcohol and only goes into it if he’s forced to!

- if you marry him, he can and will pick you up randomly to surprise you while you’re working!

- if married, he will “bench press” your kids once they become toddlers, and it always makes them giggle

- hates the winter and gets cold really easily. on the first day of fall he’s already bundled up wanting it to be summer again.

Elliot:

- willy is like a father to him. the two of them sit on the docks and watch the fish swim by together

- sometimes he’ll braid his hair, and leah will bring flowers from the forest and weave them into his hair.

- has a rlly pretty singing voice, and likes to record piano covers in his spare time

- if you marry him and the two of u have kids, he’ll always braid their hair in the morning and tuck flowers behind their ears.

- he brings home fresh fish he caught and makes himself dinner every night. that’s why he’s an excellent cook.

- has actually caught a legendary fish before!

- his eyes change color, they can go from blue to green to brown in the same day. people call them the “prismatic shard of eyes”

Harvey:

- he’s so clumsy that sometimes he’ll even trip over air. due to this, he has little bruises all over his knees and elbows.

- his favorite animals are birds. sometimes he’ll go outside and just give them some bird seed. he loves watching them fly around.

- not only is he fascinated with planes, but he’s also fascinated with the weather. as a kid he used to watch the weather channel, and he dreamed of becoming a weatherman.

- when he needs to focus really hard, he’ll pull his hair back with a headband

- him and his mother were and still are very close, and he writes letters to her at least once a week

- he cannot cook to save his life, but he’s an incredible baker! will make you little treats if you’re friends or married

- he always wears a wristwatch, but the time is always 6 minutes behind. he likes it because it has a plane engraved into the side against his wrist.

Sam:

- he had adhd, and his stims include flapping his hands, tapping his foot and strumming his guitar

- he has a beautiful singing voice, think like wilbur soot but a bit more high pitched?

- the reason he likes cactus fruit so much is because he just plants them and lets them grow. he loves succulents because they don’t give him an allergic reaction!

- cannot play video games for shit. sebastian and abigail have banned him from multi-player games because he just sucks so bad.

- love language is acts of service, simply because he likes singing for people he cares about and doing little things for them!

- if you marry him, he will bring his guitar into the coop and/or barn and sing to the animals. they have learned to run over a greet him, since they love his singing.

- his hair is actually curly, but you’re unable to tell due to how much he gels and straightens his hair.

- has mastered the art of the puppy dog eyes

Sebastian:

- loves the hell out of halloween, but is scared of literally everything. he nearly cried watching a horror movie with sam and abigail.

- really good with a slingshot! so if he were to go into the mines, he would wreck some monsters shit with his slingshot skills

- he had glow in the dark stars on his ceiling, but removed them. he used to love the stars and space, but came to resent them because it was his sisters thing.

- he like…irl blushes. like an anime character. when he’s embarrassed, upset, flustered, his face will go all pink. everyone picks on him for it.

- has/had a crush on most of the towns singles. he is a bisexual disaster and secretly a romantic so….take from that what you will.

- a natural born ginger, but dyes his hair. he also has freckles on his nose! and he has an eyebrow slit because of a scar!!

- for some stupid reason, he takes really good care of his hands? like he always makes sure they don’t get calloused, and his nails are always painted black, despite using his hands all the time for work.

Shane:

- he cannot cook. he burned pasta noodles because he didn’t know you had to put water in the pan.

- he still has a chicken plushie from when he was a baby, and it still sits on his bed. and if he cuddles with it at night? no one needs to know.

- has a huge birthmark on his side shaped like a heart

- really good at mixology, so i think that when joja gets shut down, shane works at the saloon and makes the drinks while gus cooks. he adds a whole new section on the menu!

- friends with sebastian. they paint each other’s nails from time to time, or sit in the rain together and just talk.

- kinda strong as hell? he lifts boxes in joja for work, as well as carrying around jas, so i’m assuming he could just….pick the farmer and his friends up?

- he has the most contagious laugh, it used to be a rare sound, but now that it’s a pretty common occurrence, shane makes people laugh all the time with his own laugh.

Abigail:

- buff. she is buff as hell. her and alex work out together sometimes, since she expressed a desire for adventure. she has picked up sam and sebastian with no warning and thrown them into the ocean

- can talk to animals due to her being the daughter of the wizard! so sometimes she’ll go to marnies farm and just chat with the cows or something

- if she sees a tree, she WILL climb it. she loves it so much, it’s just so adrenaline inducing for her.

- her and sebastian tried to go into the mines before but sam stopped them because it wouldn’t have been very safe. they were all 14.

- trying to learn to play the ukulele with a little help from sam. it’s frustrating, but she really likes the sound of it, and she’s determined as hell.

- absolutely cracked at any and all video games he plays. mario kart? she will kick your ass. animal crossing? her island has 5 stars. pokémon? she always wins. you can’t stop her, she’s too powerful.

- she has glasses, but prefers contacts, since glasses would get in the way of her adventuring.

Emily:

- not only can she sew, but she also makes her own soaps and candles! any form of creation she adores.

- loves flowers, and has a lot of little potted ones in her room. she raises them, gives them little names and personalities, and then brings them to sandy and tells her all about each flower

- she can roller skate, and it’s her preferred method of transportation. she can do a bunch of fun tricks as well!

- has an eyebrow slit

- making cute little baskets of homemade gifts is her favorite thing to do for her friends. sometimes she’ll just leave them on their doorsteps for no reason other than she wants to!

- can SPRINT in heels. like even 6 inch heels she can just RUN and it scares everyone who sees it.

- she loves the sounds of birds chirping in the morning, and she’s able to identify the name of the bird by its chirping and calls

Haley:

- is able to perfectly crack and drink from coconuts. that’s why she loves them so much.

- has the worst sense of direction. she’s lucky she lives in a small town, or she’d get lost all the time

- the spring is her favorite time of year, simply because she loves to capture life coming back in those spring months. baby animals, blooming flowers, her friends on the beach or just chilling in the sun, all of it

- her most prized possession is the very first picture her and emily took as kids on their parents polaroid. it’s taped to her mirror

- has a little beauty mark under her lip, but it normally isn’t visible due to being covered with makeup!

- she’s able to do her own nails! this is because she is ambidextrous, yet she doesn’t know, because it’s never been brought up

- she fucking LOVES learning about and identifying plants, trees and flowers. she knows so many it’s crazy. she has a great memory.

Leah:

- resident true crime enthusiast and ghost hunter. she drags elliot with her around town to go hunting for ghosts. they also watch documentaries together!

- has a bunch of little scars on her hands from her artwork

- to get inspiration for works, she’ll go on walks at different times of the day, different seasons, different routes, and she’ll turn each walk into a work of art. depending on all the environment and those who she runs into, each piece is vastly different.

- animals love her, and will sometimes just follow her around for no reason. she doesn’t mind at all, she kinda loves it.

- friends with emily. they are currently teaching each other their own forms of art, since they love learning from each other!

- really good at dancing, she’ll dance while she’s working on projects and she’ll hum a song to herself

- her favorite statue was created after she went on a walk, ran into abigail, and the two of them went swimming in the ocean and stayed there as the sun set and the stars came out. she has a little crush on abigail.

Maru:

- her hair is ALWAYS tied up, it’s impossible for her to work if her hair is in her eyes

- when she was a kid she wanted to be an astronaut, because she loves the stars, but she found she prefers the science and math behind it all

- she pierced her own ears, she has little star earrings!

- watches cartoons and geeks out about them with penny when they meet up in town!

- for some odd reason, she is terrified of butterflies. no one who knows her, or even maru herself have ANY idea why, but she will run away if she sees one.

- her favorite memory was the one night her and sebastian stayed up really late as kids and snuck outside to look at the stars (back when sebastian still loved them) and they ended up seeing a meteor shower

- she presses flowers as a hobby, and just keeps them in a little notebook alongside her ideas for projects and gadgets.

Penny:

- while she’s cleaning her and pam’s home, she finds herself singing to herself. she has yet to be caught by anyone

- each day, her hair is done ever-so-slightly different. each morning, she likes to change it up, and sometimes jas or vincent will give her something to put in her hair

- also interested in ghosts, will occasionally join elliot and leah on their adventures

- she is naturally really warm, so she doesn’t have to bundle up as much during the winter. the kids cling to her because she’s like a human space heater

- has a bit of a geeky side, and she loves to watch cartoons a lot. when she can find the time, she always watches them. they being her lots of comfort.

- has a small scar on her side from when she tripped over as a child onto something sharp. she likes it because with two freckles, it makes a little smiley face

- loves the water and the feeling of sea wind in her hair. she secretly wants to learn to drive a boat, so she can feel that wind in her hair whenever she wants.

[thebadgerclan]

First Heat

Pairing: James Potter x reader x Lily Evans

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: Your first heat...

Smut! A/B/O dynamics

Y/H/H is your head of house

I also made Lily a Beta in this, because tbh, I have no idea how a female Alpha works 😂 

James ran through the halls as fast as he could, heart pounding against his ribs.  Madame Pomfrey had entered his Astronomy lecture and told him that you’d gone into heat, and that he needed to get to you immediately.  It was your first heat, which meant there were no warning signs and gave James and Lily no time to prepare.  As he rounded a corner, he saw lily running towards him.

“Lily, did you-?”  “Yeah,” he interrupted, now running at James’ side.  “Y/H/H told me.”  James said nothing else, just hurried to the room the three of you shared.  As you were a mated pairing, you were permitted to share a dorm, house affiliation aside.  James threw the door open, locking and warding it behind him as soon as it was closed.  Lily flew to your side, pressing her hand to your forehead.

You were huddled on the bed, James’ pillow clutched to your chest, Lily’s hoodie draped over your shoulders.  You were shaking where you sat, leaning into Lily’s touch, whimpering softly.  “Omega,” James said, already pulling his shirt off.  Your scent was thick in the room, tinged with arousal, and he felt his cock fill out.  “Alpha,” you whined, reaching out to him.  He climbed onto the bed at your side.

“We’re here, we’ve got you,” Lily said, pulling you into a kiss.  You melted in her embrace, slick pooling between your thighs, need pulsing through your entire body.  While Lily kissed you, James stripped himself naked, his cock slapping against his stomach.  The sound drew your attention, and you moaned at the sight of your Alpha naked.  You reached out for him, and Lily helped you into his lap, and James kissed you deeply.

“I need you,” you said, pawing at his arm.  “Alpha, I need you, please!  It hurts, I need your cock!”  “I know, Omega, and we have you.”  Lily came to your side, naked as well, pressing kisses to your shoulder.  “Do you want Lily or me first, darling?”  Lily couldn’t do much to soothe the ache between your thighs, the fire burning in your belly, not like your Alpha could, but you still craved her touch.

“Lily, please, need you, need you, please!”  Your Beta moaned, lifting you from James’ lap, lying you on your back.  “I’ve got you, pretty girl,” she said, parting your thighs, revealing your soaked cunt to their gaze.  Lily threw one leg over your hips, lowering her pussy onto yours, rocking her hips rapidly, knowing you needed it hard, not to be teased.  “Fuck!” you cried, rolling your hips against Lily’s.  “Yes! Right there, oh fuck!”

Lily moaned, tossing her head back in pleasure, her ginger hair tumbling down her back.  “That’s it, lovely,” she praised.  “Rub yourself on my cunt, make yourself come.”  Already, you were close, seconds away from tipping over that blissful edge, and you moaned, grabbing blindly for Lily’s hand.  “Lily, I-fuck!  Yes, oh fuck, I’m coming!”  Your cunt spasmed around nothing, stars popping before your vision.  A fresh wave of your scent washed over the room as you came, and James growled, cock throbbing between his legs.

Your Beta kissed you fiercely before climbing off of you.  Despite your orgasm, you still ached with need, and you whined, looking pleadingly at James.  But your Alpha was one step ahead of you, already kneeling between your still spread thighs, stroking his cock lightly.  “Alpha,” you whimpered, and James kissed you, lining his cock up with your entrance.

“I have you,” he said, and he thrust forward, stretching and filling you like he never had before.  James fucked you hard and fast; soft, tender love-making being unsuited for your heat.  Pure pleasure coursed through your body, lighting up every cell like lightning.  Your eyes rolled back in your head and your back arched as your Alpha’s cock fucked you.  “James, Alpha, yes!  There, harder, yes!”

James moaned, bending to kiss you, before kissing his way down your neck and chest, suckling on your nipples and kneading your breasts.  His inner Alpha was at the forefront of his mind, focused entirely on your pleasure.  James felt his peak approaching, hastened immensely by the scent of your heat.  Normally, James had immense stamina, able to make you come numerous times before even considering his own pleasure; able to edge you with his cock for hours on end.

But now, his stamina was all but gone, only able to get you to orgasm before falling apart himself.   But you’d likely need his knot again in half an hour, and James would certainly get his fill of you.  “Omega,” he moaned, thrusts becoming sloppy.  “I want you to come for me, Omega.  Come on my cock, let me fill you up.”  Of course, there was no chance of a pup, as all Hogwarts Alphas were given a strong contraceptive, but the mere thought had you screaming as you came, legs trembling, pussy squeezing around James’ cock.

That drove James over the edge, and he slammed his hips against yours as he spilled within you, knot swelling, locking him inside your cunt.  “Alpha,” you nearly sobbed, finally feeling filled and content after what felt like an eternity.  “Shhh, I’ve got you, Omega.  My good Omega, you did so well for us.”  James rolled onto his back, settling you atop him, where you snuggled into his chest, inhaling his scent of butterscotch and broom wax.  Lily laid at your side, her scent of fresh apples and cinnamon blending with James’ in a way that made your knees weak.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” Lily asked, and you hummed, a lovely haze of lust settling over your mind.  “Good,” you mumbled, snuggling closer to your Alpha.  For now, the need was sated, but you knew that soon enough, it would raise its head again, and you’d need your Alpha’s knot.  But for now, you could rest, safe and happy in James and Lily’s arms.