#hes trying so hard to hide it behind a cheeky remark and a smirk

[opal-owl-flight]

Send more of your Back to Zero stuff pls, I’m hungry for lore 🍿

Mmmm all I got is the Aftermath stuff for now! SO UH HOLD ONTO YOUR BUTTS.

It involves a LOT of Mags being hurt by those who doubted him. And I mean…its founded on some legitimate concerns. Still, it stings.

Basically, Mags figures out that Meta — his boyfriend, by the way — has been rallying like half the Allies against him. Making them believe that hes turned evil, that the entire possession thing was a big scheme of his to sieze control over Popstar.

So its already bad that people got behind him. That means they never trusted him completely to begin with. And like…here? Its been a decade and a half (or more) since RTDL. Magolor’s become a completely different guy (after several other arcs Ive written up on THAT I SHOULD SERIOUSLY POST HERE). This includes…the Popstar Four, save Kirby bc he saw the whole possession happen. The fellows he worked so hard to change for. And its all because of-

Meta. The one he loves so, so deeply, so genuinely, by this point in time. He loved him so much that he pushed himself to change and grow. Become better. He…admittedly still needs work, but hes been trying his best.

Meta still does not trust him completely. Not even enough to believe that he was possessed by a force most dark. He was so bewildered, so pained by all this that his first instinct was to jump back behind his walls. Start analyzing his actions. Make up this…illusion. Mags wanted this to happen. Hes behind all this. Hes taking over Dreamland again because hes always been a villain at heart. And hes been a fool to fall in love with him! Let his guard down! But its all good. He is going to lock up all his feelings of betrayal and save his home. Dreamland comes first.

I guess he doesnt want to imagine Magolor in that kind of pain again. He does not like imagining him in pain. That is going to get in the way of his mission. So what does he do? Apparently, something even worse than whats already happened, and completely betray his love. Meta, you dumbfuck. Youre hurting yourself and Magolor.

Theres stuff about Bandee and Dedede too but Im still writing abt that KWJKSKS

[jostepherjoestar]

Rodeo Gyro

notsfw !! // gn reader // taking care of Gyro and thigh riding 

notes/warnings: thigh riding, mild biting, gyro teasing reader

I really wanted to write an nsfw Gyro fic since that cowboy makes my brain mushy. So here it is 🥰 yeehaw besties 💖✨

link to AO3

–NSFW BELOW THE CUT– MINORS DNI –

“On your left!” You grunted out with a heave as you tossed the hay bale towards Gyro. Droplets of sweat trickled down your skin, forehead already soaked from the heat and the beads running down your back not making it easier not to flinch as they settled at the base of your spine. It’s another scorching summer and the stables are worse off than the outside. You were never one to hate a good nap in the hay come wintertime, but during summers like these you wished to step out of your skin itself for some relief.

The blond easily caught your throw, letting out a small sound on impact he’d rather you didn’t hear. Can’t have you thinking he’s handling this heat any worse than you, now can he? Although, his shirt has been long gone. He proudly announced that Italians know how to handle heat, boasting that his grandfather worked in 45 degree weather and never as much as peeped about it.

You had rolled your eyes at his statement but the annoyance at his antics soon faded when he had revealed his torso.

His skin was a beautiful olive hue, no tan lines, indicating he had probably spent his spare time just as shirtless as now. The muscled lines surging over him seemed sculpted by God themself, a dewy shine having already settled on his godly abs and pecs.

And his arms, oh his arms. Those hay bales had kept him fighting-fit and soon your eyes trailed the expanse of his chest where short curly planes of hair rested, only further emphasising his muscular pecs.

Like you were being guided by the valleys and streams of a gorgeous landscape, you arrived right at the river mouth: a trail of more short curly hairs barely visible by their champagne colour leading you down a path of despair you’d happily embark on. It led all the way from his belly button down to where his jeans started, his signature belt buckle making you realise just how dry your throat had gotten.

And all this in a mere second, or two. Or at least five, who are you kidding? You had cleared your throat and resumed throwing Gyro the hay bales one by one, trying your hardest to focus on the task at hand. It had been going well too, a steady pace made time fly by quickly. Just a couple more to go and you’d be able to gulp down a liter of water and a glass of iced tea to top it off.

If only that glimmer of a bead of sweat making its way down Gyro’s sculpted back hadn’t distracted you. As Gyro slowly turned, time almost seeming to have slowed, you threw the bale right at his middle, much lower than anticipated and landing it straight into his ribs. You gasped and rushed over quickly to your helping hand who was bent over and breathing out painful wheezes.

“Watch where you throw those! Christ…almost knocked me back to Napoli”

But he regained his unaffected self after a few deep breaths, while you knew how heavy these stupid bales were. He swatted you off as soon as you tried to check the place of impact.

“Sorry Gyro…I got distracted! Uh, if you want I can finish up alone!”

You felt bad for letting him get caught in the crossfire of your longing stares, cursing this damn heat once again. He only brushed you off with another quip and urged you to throw the last couple ones faster so you’d both be done quicker. You could clearly see the hit bothered him but he remained ever prideful and kept on working till the last bale was stacked.

“Hey I’m sorry, man. I’ll watch out better next time. I think I have a salve that’s really good at soothing pain. I can go-“

Before you could even finish Gyro tutted, waving his hands a little too close to your face and scrunching his nose.

“That’s enough, I’m a grown man, I’ll live”

And with that he grumbled off, back to the main house where Johnny had been resting on the porch, trying just as hard to beat the heat.

—

Ointment in hand and as stubborn as the Italian you were bringing it to, you knocked on Gyro’s bedroom door. He had his own private guest room at Johnny’s place, they’ve basically moved in together but neither is admitting to it for some god-knows silly reason. But as much as they’re best friends, you’ve also got a neat spot on Johnny’s moderate ranch he acquired after the race. A bed to sleep in and a roof over your head for when you’re helping out at the stables like today.

Your knock was curtly answered, the door being swung open in one swift move, sending your hair flying in the startling wind of his antics.

A bit taken aback by his brashness you cautiously stepped inside. You were used to Gyro’s behaviour by now and had a feeling he was feeling a little grumpy, since he always gets like this when he’s hurt but too prideful to admit it.

“So I got you the ointment…” you leaned on the heels of your boots tentatively, trying not to stare at him.

Gyro had moved back into the chaise longue that rested at the end of his bed, obviously miffed, clenching his jaw while crossing his legs. Obviously the idiot was in pain with every move, and badly trying to hide it too.

“Gyro, stop being such a baby. Here-“ you slid over and joined him, the little glass jar already opened by the time your behind fully met the soft cushioned seating.

“ ‘M not being a baby. Just- do your stupid ointment thing please” He huffed under his breath, uncrossing his legs again.

“You uh, you’re gonna need to take off your shirt for that. Do you need help?”

Your question might have been earnest, filled with care for your close friend and his well being, but a small part of you was chomping at the bit to see his beautiful torso again. This time, even closer.

“Fine. Try not to stare as much though, darling. That’s what got me stuck with this pain in the first place” his remark was quick, finally turning to face you, his big golden grin shining back at you. Like his grills were rubbing salt in the gaping wound you didn’t know he knew about.

“Oh-“ you paused, trying to control the heat rising to your cheeks.

“Well. Shut up before I poke your bruise!” you scooped up a small dollop of the cooling ointment, hand hovering just above the already purple spot forming on his ribs. You really did a number on him with that hay bale.

Gyro clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes, friendly bickering between you two was never far off. But his cheeky annoyance quickly washed away as the cooling gel met his warm skin. Your touch was gentle, rubbing circles on the sore area while your other hand rested on his waist. You looked so focused, your brow scrunched up and lips pressed tightly together in concentration. He’d always thought it was cute how lost you could get in your tasks. And he was beyond pleased he was your task for the moment. So pleased in fact, that he found no use in holding back his wiles anymore. Perhaps the lack of sweet and caring touches got to him- not that his pride would let him admit that fact.

“Say, why’re you holding on to me so tightly, sweetheart? I won’t run” Gyro teased, his tone dropping down to a sultry smooth grit that made your cheeks heat up once more. His comment made you snap out of your focus, realising that he’d been right. His comment only making you want the earth to swallow you whole.

“Just trying to be thorough, Gyro. A-and you were squirming! Now let me finish-“ you defended yourself. Not that you seemed all too sure of your case, the way Gyro smirked at you made your resolve falter more and more with each second passing.

“I wasn’t squirming” his eyes had all but cast over with a deeper hue of alluring emerald. His calloused hand now gently holding your wrist. You could only helplessly stare up at him, the shift in mood not having gone unnoticed. A familiar heat already earning footing between your thighs. Somewhere deep inside you were scolding yourself, angry at Gyro’s effect on you. Letting yourself get distracted and now turning to putty when he’s only holding on to your wrist. Angry that you wanted nothing more than for him to continue whatever scheme he was up to.

With your wrist still in hand, Gyro closed the small glass jar of ointment and slid it further along the chaise longue.

“Well I must thank you for taking care of me, even if it was your fault I got hurt-“ The fires blazing in your eyes and the sour look you shot at his remark only made him chuckle.

“Yes, Gyro. I was there.” Through gritted teeth and nothing short of annoyed you tried to tug your wrist out of his hold. It only made him tighten it around you.

“I wasn’t done talking, darling.” He tutted.

“Let me return the favour. I’m feeling charitable today”

“Gyro, what?” You rolled your eyes, what was this idiot getting at? First, he gets all sensual and now he’s straight up teasing you. Not that it wasn’t just as titillating, his pet names for you only made your head swim and thighs clamp together.

His answer was clear, setting you down on his lap in a quick move that caught you by surprise. And there you were, the spot you’ve only fantasised of being. His natural musk having become the very air you breathed to survive. Stunned and still slightly confused you let him put your arms around his neck. Your legs however, were strategically placed on either side of one of his thighs.

“You in for the ride? I won’t hold it against you if you want us to stop” His tone was sincere, gaze softened just enough to let you know it was alright.

“Y-yes. Yes. I- yes Gyro” you sputtered. God, this was embarrassing but you were glad you didn’t sound as desperate as you really were to be this close to him. At least you thought so.

And with that, the blond cowboy was satisfied, letting out a little “nyoho” that somehow remained sultry.

You suddenly became all too aware why he’d placed you like this, over his thigh. But there wasn’t much time to think, not when Gyro moved into your neck, placing soft kisses along your jawline. His lips were softer than you’d expected. His breaths so nice and warm whenever he moved further down your sensitive skin.  

“I’ve seen you ride,” he murmured into your skin just below your left ear. “Now show me how it’s done, cowboy” goosebumps rose all over your skin, letting out a shuddering moan as he bit into you. Not quite hard enough to make you yelp out in pain, but just enough for you to rock your hips straight into his tensed thigh.

He continued his assault on your neck, bites and kisses alternated on each side as you rocked your needy heat on him. With a particularly hard bite, your arm snapped to right next to Gyro, exactly where his hat had been laying on the chair. Even in the heat of the moment you grabbed it and plopped it down onto his champagne locks.

“Keep it on please” your breath shuddered as you continued. He had moved his lips to your shoulders now, moving away your top to reach every spot he wished to worship.

Every swish of your hips drove you further and further, lost in the pleasure as your head felt like it might just explode. Tingles had already started making their way up your abdomen when Gyro released himself from your skin.

“Tell me what you want,” He asked roughly. He was having a hard time keeping it together, it seemed.  

“Y-you, Gyro” you whimpered, slowing yourself and burying your face inside the crook of his neck. Too embarrassed to face his stare just yet.

“I know that, sweetheart. But tell me what is you want exactly”

“Gyro…” you whined, burying yourself even deeper.

“Yes?” He quipped, pulling himself back and taking your chin between his thumb and index finger, that stupid grin antagonising you.

Cheeks heated and puffy you had no choice but to give in. “I want you to fuck me Gyro. Are you happy now?”

“Nyoho, very happy! I knew that” he laughed.

“Oh fuck you!” You grimaced, still trying to chase that fleeting peak that you were so close to.

“I like hearing you beg for it, darling” his lips had finally met yours, melting away any and all of his teasing, just like that. God, he made it so easy to give into him. He was just as playful now though, swirling his tongue and clashing his lips with yours like he was taming you.

As he continued his sloppy passionate kiss back down your jaw, you sped up your riding. Never one to finish last.

One last peck and one last tug of your skin between his golden clad teeth and you could feel fireworks rising all the way up to the top of your head. Gyro grinned widely as he admired you, using him like he’d asked you to. One less thing he needs to fantasise about, he’s living it. And eating up every single second of it, the throbbing in his pants nearly took care of itself. He stared in awe, your face contorting in pleasure as you tried your best to contain your desperate moans. Your breath was ragged as you came down from your high, letting your full weight rest on his thigh even though you were beyond sensitive at this point.

“You’ve never looked better riding like that, beautiful” a single soft peck touched the tip of your nose, the gesture was surprisingly gentle.

You had regained your senses enough to start up your own round of teasing. Sporting the same grin he had just a minute ago, you started pushing him down the chaise longue, landing him on his back.

“Oh?” He quirked an eyebrow. The pain in his ribs all but forgotten thanks to your treatment.

“I ain’t done riding just yet. Better hold on to that hat cowboy” slick as ever you dove down to return a forceful kiss that nearly knocked the breath out of Gyro. Not before letting out a “nyoho” in his surprise.

Oh, he was going to like this even more than your last rodeo.  

[badassbuchanan]

Call for Assistance

Request: Hi hi! Idk if you write for Seb or not but if you do, maybe could you do a fic where reader is his assistant and sometimes that means assisting him with ~those~ needs 👉👈🥺

Warnings: smut; oral (male receiving), dirty talk, semi-public.

Word Count: 2246

a/n: I’m sorry the ending is so cheesy lmao - requests and taglist are open!

“There you are.” I smiled brightly as I walked into Sebastian’s private dressing room, throwing my Gucci purse on to the velvet armchair in the corner of the room.

Tonight he was a special guest on The Tonight Show starring Jimmy Fallon, it was one of the only talk shows he didn’t mind doing. Tonight’s appearance was part of the publicity schedule for new The Falcon and The Winter Soldier series, but unfortunately, Mackie wasn’t able to attend.

I knew how nervous Seb got doing these interviews without his colleague beside him, which is why I wasn’t surprised when I was beckoned to his dressing room before he was set to go on.

Seb turned from where he was preping himself in the reflection of the mirror, a smile of relief appearing on his face when he saw me.

He was sporting a simple crisp white shirt, buttoned up with a navy tie around his neck. A black, open suit jacket and matching pants hugged his body nicely, complimenting his skin tone. His hair was slicked back and I could tell he hadn’t shaved today just by the slightest bit of stubble growing through his face.

“You feeling okay?” I asked innocently, walking over to stand in front of him as I patted down his chest to get rid of any dust which may have settled there.

His whole week was a full of press interviews and I knew exactly how much he’d be dreading it. He worked himself up and overthought everything, and he got real touchy when he was nervous.

Sebastian wrapped his arms around my waist softly, head dropping as he whined into my neck. I chuckled lightly, unable to hide the smile which covered my face as I ran a hand through his hair lightly. “It’s just part of the job, you know that. and you love your job.”

“Why do you have to be right all the time?” He mumbled against my skin, a smile curling on his lips in amusement. Seb leaned his head back against the wall behind him, peering down at me with a cheeky smile.

He looked fucking hot. Too hot.

“Because one of us has to be.” I raised an eyebrow and smiled up at him in admiration, my chest pressed against his as I played with the back of his hair, careful not to mess it up.

I could smell his aftershave and it was intoxicating. “C’mere.” He gestured me closer with his head, causing me to move my face closer to his. “Help me relax.”

Seb took my lips with his, kissing me softly as he pulled my hips forward to rub against him.

I nodded as I kissed him back softly, tilting my head to give him more access. I part my lips slightly, letting my tongue gently run over his bottom lip.

Seb let out a grunt that vibrated from his throat, taking the lead as he glides his tongue teasingly into my mouth.

I let my other hand glide up touch his chest over the steamed shirt, feeling the definition of body. I sighed in satisfaction, deliberately palming over his nipples as my hand moved across the material of the shirt.

Sebastian moaned into my mouth, his kisses passionate and needy. It soon became too much, my clit twitching when I felt his hard cock pressing against my body.

I leaned my head back, my eyes dropping to the space where our crotches are rubbing together. I noticed his big cock straining against the material of his pants, desperate for attention.

“You like it when I touch your nipples, hm?” I asked sweetly, my hand roaming further down his chest to his toned stomach.

“Yeah.” Seb let out in a desperate grunt, his hips bucking to mine as I leaned in again, this time leaving gentle kisses down his neck.

I let out a little whine, causing vibrations to erupt against the skin of his neck. “Seb.” I nipped at his sensitive skin, feeling him buck his hips again as I moved my hand to the waistband of his pants.

Seb’s hands moved up to my waist, over my back and around to my tummy, just under my boobs as he gripped on the black lacy material of my top. “Off.” He whined with a pout.

“I can’t, bub.” I sighed sadly, pouting back as I used the pet name to soften him up. I skilfully unbuttoned his pants before lowering my hand inside, feeling my way into his underwear as I looked up into his gorgeous eyes. “It’s a bodysuit.”

Sebastian whined again out of frustration, unable to get what he wanted before he came up with the perfect solution. He tugged on the material each side of the low cut ‘v’ shape between my cleavage, adjusting it so that it rest under either side of my boobs, my tits now on full display for him.

“That’s better.” Seb smiled proudly, satisfied with himself as he cupped my tits in his hands, massaging them as my nipples harden under his touch.

My fingers wrapped around his cock as I kissed the base of his neck, pumping him slowly whilst collecting precum from his tip. Seb was big, but he looked even bigger with my tiny hand wrapped around him.

I leaned back with a smile, watching him play with my chest as his eyes focused on my tits. He tugged harshly on my pebbled nipples with his rough fingers. I bit my lip, fucking his cock with my hand as I felt myself getting wet.

I moved my lips millimeters away from his, our breaths meeting as we pant against each other. “M‘not gunna last, darling.” Seb whimpered out, his eyes looked up to gaze into mine.

“S’okay,” I squeak out reassuringly, lust taking over as my palm feels every vein on his cock. “You feel so good in my hand.”

“I wanna cum in your mouth.” Seb admitted in a mumble, his hands tugging on my sides to pull me down. I knew he was getting desperate from the way he was starting to talk dirty.

I kept my hand wrapped around him inside his pants as I got down on my knees in front of him. I shuffled close to him, Seb helped push his trousers down, out of the way, so that his cock could spring up freely.

I licked my lips, wasting no time guiding his tip towards my mouth with my hand. I kissed his leaking tip, swirling my tongue around it as Seb gasped loudly at the feeling of my hot mouth on him.

I hummed around his tip, still pumping his shaft with my hand as his hands moved to the back of my hair, guiding me further down on him.

Seb’s eyes closed tightly, a hiss escaping his clenched jaw as I replaced my hand with my mouth, taking him all in.

I moaned around his length, trying not to choke as I breath shallowly. My hands rested on his thick thighs, saliva escaping the corner of my mouth as I wait for him to take control.

But he doesn’t, he’s too fucked out, too close to even move. I could tell by the way his chest was rising and falling so uneven, trying his best to keep it together. Sweat was building on his forehead and above his parted lips, his eyes only opening when I started to bob my head up and down his length.

I flattened my tongue, relaxing my throat so I could fuck his cock with my mouth. I looked up at Seb, eyes so hooded he almost looked drunk, his hands dropping from my head weakly as his head dropped back against the wall behind him.

His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, he didn’t want to cum. It felt too good. He loved the way my lips felt so soft moving up and down his length. My mouth so warm and welcoming for him.

It sent me crazy seeing him like this, desperate to make him cum, to please him. I swallowed around his length, keeping him deep inside as my tongue flicked rapidly against the underside of his shaft.

My fingers traced ever so slightly over his balls, immediately causing him to cum with one final moan, spilling his load into my mouth. I pulled my head back, opening my mouth wide as he shot every single drop of his cum inside.

I watched his cock twitch, his eyes now glued on my mouth as I swallowed all of him.

Seb tried to calm himself down as I stood back up, tucking my boobs back into my top before helping him re-do his pants back up, his cock safely inside.

“You relaxed now?” I asked softly, looking up into his blown out eyes as he admired me with a nod.

“So relaxed.” Seb leaned in to mumble against my lips, making me smile against him as my arms wrapped around his neck.

“I’m glad to hear it, mister.” I replied sweetly, pecking his lips over and over.

“Mr Stan.” A voice called from beyond the door, startling us both with how loud they knocked.

“Mmh, maybe I’m still a little stressed.” Seb mumbled between kisses, making me giggle at the audacity he had to ignore whoever was knocking.

“Sebastian!” I used his full name to notify him of the seriousness of the situation, leaning my head back as I smile up at him in adoration.

“You’re on, Mr Stan.” The person decided to call out again anyway, hoping that someone inside would be paying attention.

“Guess it’s showtime.” He pouted slightly, stealing another kiss before he let go of me. “Thanks for coming to see me.”

“Thanks for coming.” I respond with an innocent smile, my cheeky comment catching Seb’s attention as his head swings around with a smirk.

“Just you wait till I’m done with this interview.” He shook his head, chuckling in amusement at my remark as he opens the door, taking one last glance back at me, which was when I noticed it. My heart sunk.

“Oh wait, Seb-“ I called out but it was too late. He’d gone. I didn’t get to tell him. Oh well. No one would notice right? Not a single one of the national viewers would notice the lipstick on his lips and neck, right?

———————- LIVE ON THE AIR ————————

“So Sebastian, we’ve talked about the new show, the friendships and behind the scenes mayhem, the travelling, even the amount of lube needed to get into your costume.” Jimmy cracked the joke as he started speaking, crossing his arms as he lent back in his chair.

“That’s right.” Seb nodded shyly, speaking unnecessarily to amuse himself with a little smirk as he became more comfortable in the interview.

“But one thing I think everyone is dying to know,” Jimmy continued, building suspense as he swivelled in his chair towards the audience, gesturing for them to nod in encouragement.

“Okay.” Seb dragged the word out slowly, anticipating what it could be as he sat up a little straighter in the armchair. He chuckled nervously, tugging on his jacket to straighten it.

“Is how exactly those lipstick marks on your neck got to be there.” Jimmy said in a wonderfully sarcastic tone, eyebrows raised as the audience cheered loudly.

Seb suddenly stopped all of his movements, trying to keep a straight face as the crowd kept on cheering. He stared at Jimmy, who was now giggling like a little school girl.

Seb caved after a couple of seconds, laughing loudly as he leaned forward to cover his face with embarrassment of being called out.

“And Sebastian,” Jimmy continued as Seb regained his posture, sucking in his cheeks and sitting up straight as he tried to get rid of his guilty smile, faking a frown of concentration.

“Yeah?” Seb answered shyly, letting out a nervous cough as his face twitched back into a smile momentarily.

“I couldn’t help but notice that Y/N is here with you tonight.” Jimmy’s words make my heart drop as a spotlight points me out in the audience.

My eyes go wide, but I can’t help but laugh as everyone cheers loudly. I cover my mouth, watching Seb able to do nothing but clap for me from the stage.

“So.” Jimmy dragged out the word in a high pitched voice. “am I right in suggesting that Y/N might’ve visited your dressing room before the show?”

Seb smirked, rubbing his hand over his mouth, his silence hid nothing considering the fact that his face completely gave it away. There was no point in him denying it.

I covered my face with my hands, utterly shocked that we had been called out on national television.

“Yeah.” Seb let out in a shaky breath, a beaming smile on his face as he chuckled from embarrassment too, his tongue running over his bottom lip.

The audience clapped, screeched and cheered at his answer, making me want to disappear in my chair.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Jimmy called out as the audience continued cheering us on. “Mr Sebastian Stan and Miss Y/N Y/L/N.”

And just like that, the cat was out of the bag. The many rumours confirmed. The many fans who shipped us would be tweeting, we’d probably be trending in an hour. I guess I’d just have to convince his publicist that we did it as a stunt.

I promised myself that after that, I was never going to attempt any kind of sexual activity in a public place again. But I knew that was a lie.

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[love-toxin]

Hi! I’ve been reading a bunch about your new batch of oc’s (it’s really cool how they’re all super distinct from each other—that’s pretty hard to pull off, but you do it so well!) I was wondering (only if it’s ok!) to ask/req about how your new batch would react to a mouthy/sassy s/o who’s really not interested in a relationship? Thank you for your time and have a wonderful day!

merci!! ;w;

Leo

"I love you too much to let you push me around."

he may be domesticated, but there's no way he'll let your mouth run him away. he hates how much your laughter pisses him off in this moment, how it reminds him that you don't take him seriously enough to even consider his confession. nobody else makes him so crazy, so angry, so needy like the dog he's accepted that he is. you can barely collect yourself, and it's humiliating. it's all he can do to keep himself from baring his teeth and sink them into your neck to take you down and show you your place.

"are you serious, Leo?"

your voice cuts so deep into his chest, deeper than any knife of the most dire sharpness.

"this has to be a prank. you're not my type, puppy, and you know that."

you reach out to ruffle his ears, you think it's all just a joke at his own expense. you won't even look him in the eyes long enough to see how dark and cold they've become. if you don't see that he loves you now...

well, he'll just have to make it clear to everyone, so you'll never doubt him again.

Mel

"Mh? Is that an attitude I sense?"

it is. undoubtedly. but it's of little importance to him--he knows how to play this game, and he'll play it better than you ever will. you mouth off like you've never been shut up before, that much is very clear, and he didn't mind so much at first. thought it was just a little teasing back and forth, which isn't unnatural considering his personality.

but you don't wanna be his, and that's not allowed! haven't you realized by now that you're special? what the two of you have is rare, impossible even--he loves you so much he would give up his own life, and he knows you would do the same if you just admit it to yourself.

but you're so closed off. you serve back every flirtation with sass, get mouthy with him when he tries to be real and honest with you about anything, much less those times that you've been alone together and he tries to tell you how he feels.

this isn't how things are supposed to be. he won't let you shy away from the most passionate love he'll ever let you experience.

Noel

"Please, just listen to me....I love you."

how could you do this to him? just stop, pause, and stare right into his soul....and give him attitude? you're gonna make jokes like he didn't just pour his whole heart out to you?

what else can he do, now? he feels so lost, and for once your smile can't comfort him when you're holding back saying something rude to him. he doesn't want to cry, he wants to be strong, but the tears spill down his cheeks whether he wants them to or not.

"c'mon Noel, you know I don't want to be with you. is it really such a surprise?"

oh, now you've done it. his tears will abide soon, but only because he's realized what you're doing now.

you're just trying to string him along. test him to see if he's worthy enough to deserve being yours. and with that in the back of his head, he can find the strength to smile through the pain in his heart--because nobody has more patience than he does, and you'll understand just how much of your abuse he'll endure for the sake of your love.

Vivi

"So feisty, so cute! That's all I need to hear. You're mine."

it's adorable how you think a little brattiness will get you off the hook. don't you realize she's the master of this little game you've got going on? a few little scathing remarks aren't gonna make her run with her tail between her legs--in fact, quite the opposite. she loves the chase, after all.

"yeah right, Vivi. I don't think so, but thanks anyway."

aww, are you getting a little scared? she can see the twitch of your fingers against your arm, that look in your eye that befits an animal of prey. you couldn't get rid of her if you tried, and even if you did it would just end up pissing her off. so you keep hiding behind that wall of words you always put up to protect yourself, but she's gonna tear it down in seconds and take you for herself if you're not careful.

oh, dear. she didn't just say all that out loud, did she? your eyes are really struck with terror now...but it's such a cute look, isn't it? it really suits you more than all that attitude you like to give.

"just be still, darling." it'll hurt a lot more than your words ever could, otherwise.

Avi

"Settle down, little red. Don't make me bite you."

he's always liked playing with his food, but you bring a whole new meaning to that. you distract him with your little remarks and snarky comments, sometimes so much so that he forgets how perfect you would look with his teeth against your throat. he could choke you down and spit you up, churn you up from the inside out and leave you wanting more, absolutely ruin you so nobody else would even think of picking up such a filthy little pet.

and you still give him the best view of that pretty little mouth of yours. just that one comment alone has you giving him lip like your life depends on it, but all he can see is your energy wearing down bit by bit, your breaths getting slower with every passing word you spit back at him with more sass than you should be allowed. maybe he'll suit you up with a muzzle if you get this mouthy on your way back to his place.

just wear yourself out, he thinks to himself. you can't keep up the chase forever, little red.

Leigh

"I think you need to wash your mouth out."

does it not sound as serious when it comes from him? you laugh like you think he's joking, but he couldn't be more sincere. you like to tease him but this is different, this stings right in his heart and you know exactly how to twist the knife so it'll hurt the most. he can already imagine the expression you'll make when he grabs you by the jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks so you'll open up and he can squirt a bit of soapy foam on to your little pink tongue. just so you know he's really serious...but he can't stop thinking of sticking something else in there too, something that will really show you how serious he is.

he doesn't remember every little comment or ill-spirited jab, but the pang in his chest when you brush off his compliments and flirtations is enough for him to know it happens more often than it needs to. you're just being difficult for attention, and that's okay. you just need more of it, that's all, and who better to give it to you than him?

who better, darling? he'll wait for your answer, as long as it'll take to hear his name on the tip of your tongue.

Thorn

"Are you sure you wanna play this game with me?"

it's less of a question, more of a test. Thorn likes to drop these little riddles into your lap, and stand back to see how you'll react when he does. it's field research.

"you're gonna lose anyways, so what does it matter?"

oh, how cheeky. you always surprise him no matter what he throws at you, and this is no different--but this time he's just sick and tired of the answer. it's always the same no matter which way you phrase it, like unwrapping a candy and finding each one to be your least favourite flavour. there's always a part inside of him that thinks you're gonna change your mind one day, as if by a magical transformation--but no, you refuse, and to be honest it's really starting to irritate him.

you really don't know how good you could have it, do you? you don't understand how much he's been doing out of sight, and for you out of mind, just to ensure your happiness. you're royalty, and you don't even know it even when your prince is staring you right in the eyes, begging for the smallest scrap of your attention.

but you'll be the one begging soon. he knows it for sure.

Ilya

"That's enough out of you."

you may find it funny, but he doesn't think the same about you mocking him. sometimes he dreams about slapping that stupid little smirk off your face, but he's swiftly reminded that that may garner him the opposite reaction that he wants. people don't often take kindly to violence, that's right....but oh, you make it look so tempting. perhaps one day he'll get the chance to feel your throat bend beneath his palms, and listen to those sweet cries sputtering off your lips as you gasp for air....but you have to accept his love first, and you've promised him that it's never going to happen.

don't you realize how it breaks his heart? that your rejection time and time again is enough to make him feel like he may just die without you? why do you always do this to him?

he just has to collect himself. breathe. remember that your constitution is much weaker than his--you can't keep up this fight forever, and once you realize that he has no intention of letting you be loved by another soul on this earth, that's when he'll swoop in and claim you all for himself.

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Naked To the One You Love

by: @ameliaodair​

Prompt #46: They really do toast privately in CF – Katniss wearing an orange dress for Peeta and Peeta making cheese buns for Katniss.  They wanted something their own.  No one knows about it and there’s no baby (as far as they know) but how would this change their relationship? How they make their decisions? Would anyone actually believe them when she gets to District 13? [submitted by anonymous]

Peeta, with the help of Prim and Rye has the perfect day planned for he and Katniss.  This is the day they will finally have their toasting.  Will everything go as perfectly as Peeta planned it?

This story goes hand-in-hand with my current WIP called, “Another Way Out.”  If you want to read more, you can find it on AO3 and FFN.

Word Count: 5768

Rated: M for fluff and smut and lemons.

Warning: Adult content below

Un-beta’d, all mistakes are mine

 Naked To the One you Love

| Peeta |

“What are we doing?” Katniss asks as I lead us toward the meadow.  It’s early still, the sun barely making its presence known along the horizon as it bleeds its hues of purples, oranges, and pinks into the morning sky.

“Having breakfast,” I tell her simply, shivering from the cold.

“In the snow?” She quibbles, rubbing her hands together to warm them up.  I sneak my arm around her shoulder and pull her close.  She allows it, pressing her popsicle nose into my neck.

“Just be quiet and follow me,” I tell her, which grants me a scowl— no surprise there.  When we finally reach our tree, we climb up and I surprise her by opening the door to our tree house.

“Wow, it’s a lot bigger than last time,” she smiles, looking around the tiny room to inspect my handy work.  It was only a little more than a week ago when I found a large plank and, with Rye’s help we got it to the top of this tree.  Using some of my dad’s tools, I nailed the plank to one of the sturdier branches.  Each day since then I have come out here, adding more planks to it, and now it looks like a tiny little house.  Or well, well … more like one … very small room of a rather tiny house.  It is just spacious enough for the two of us to stretch out comfortably, but it’s a place of our own, somewhere to go when we need to get away.  It’s the closest we can get to the woods since the fence is electrified twenty-four-seven now.

We spend the morning in our little makeshift tree home, enjoying the breakfast I packed and watching the miracle of another sun rise.  After surviving the games with the love of your life, you learn to appreciate the little things in life.  Like sunrises and sunsets.  Like sharing meals with your loved ones.   Things you didn’t think were important before suddenly become of the utmost importance.  So, Katniss and I bask in the warmth from the sun and just enjoy being together like this.  With no cameras and no Haymitch.  No Effie or prep teams chasing our tails and scolding us about schedules.  As much as we love and adore all of them, it’s nice to have a break from them.  Finally, it’s just us, which is just the way I like it.

“I think it’s time to get Prim,” Katniss tells me when she sees the sun positioned above the bakery.  It always amazes me how she knows what time it is by the position of the sun.

I frown and jut my lip out, exaggerating my disappointment.  “No, not yet.  Just one more minute,” I whine, leaning in for a kiss.

“Come on Peeta, I don’t want Prim walking home alone.” Katniss contests, squirming out of my arms.  As much as I don’t want to leave right now, I know she’s right.  We leave everything in the tree and climb down, deciding we’ll most likely return once Prim is safely back at home.  Together, we walk to the school and wait for Prim just outside the gates of the school yard.  I’m not sure how much Prim knows much about what’s going on, if anything, but Katniss and I are too afraid to let her walk anywhere in the district alone.  Afraid of what Snow might do. 

Everyone, even Katniss’s mom said her father’s death was just a stroke of bad luck— that he had an aneurysm that no one knew about, that ruptured.  That if they’d had the technology the people in the Capitol have at their fingertips, they could have caught and treated it.  But we know better.  There was no Capitol technology or any fancy device that would have spared his life.  There is no doubt in my mind— or Katniss’s that Snow was the cause of her dad’s untimely death.  Of course, it wasn’t him per say, because he was clearly safe inside the President’s Mansion in the Capitol, but more than likely one of his spies here in 12.  The timing of everything was just too coincidental, not to mention the fact that he offered his condolences before it even happened.

“Oh, I told Rye we’d stop by the bakery on our way home today,” I tell Prim and Katniss, giving Prim a little wink.  It’s a lie, but Katniss doesn’t know that.  When I clued Prim in on my master plan just the other day, she was more than happy to go along with it— knowing that we all need something positive in our lives— something to celebrate.

We stop by the bakery and I breathe a sigh of relief that my mother is nowhere in sight.  She isn’t supposed to be here for another hour or so, but that hasn’t stopped her from making an unscheduled appearance before.  Rye has trouble keeping a straight face as he prepares a bag for us, filled with Katniss’s favorites.

“Hey, I uh … I was about to head out and stop by to see Dad, I can walk Prim home,” Rye suggests, also aware of my plan.

Katniss squirms in place, uncomfortable to even the thought of letting Prim out of her sight but I assure her it’s okay.  Rye will protect Prim and keep her safe.  They have grown rather close over the last few weeks … or, well, ever since Mr. Everdeen got sick while Katniss and I were still on the Victory Tour.

I remember thanking him for being there for my surrogate family and he rolled his eyes and said, “Yeah, like you’d ever let me hear the end of it if I was there and didn’t help if I could.”  

‘Right,’ I thought to myself.  ‘It had nothing to do with you actually caring about them, let alone that you are a decent human being,’ but I kept those thoughts to myself.

“Prim is safe with me, I assure you that I will take extra good care of her,” Rye assuages.  Katniss squirms uncomfortably, so Rye adds, “Katniss, I promise.  You have my word.”

“Extra good?” Katniss smirks after a second, her shoulders slowly relaxing. “Maybe on your way there, Prim can teach you some grammar,” she says in that snarky tone of hers.

“Katniss, we’ll go straight home, I swear!” Prim decrees, clasping her hands together and poking her lip out.  Katniss narrows her eyes, which is preceded with a scowl, but then she finally concedes.

“Fine.  Go straight home.  NO detours.”

Prim wraps her arms around Katniss’s waist and squeals, “Thank you, thank you, thank you Katniss!  You are the best sister ever!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Katniss remarks, trying to hide her grin.  Like me, she finds it extremely difficult to deny Prim anything.

After Katniss and I collect our stuff from the treehouse, I get an idea.  “I want to make a snowman,” I tell her with a cheeky smile.

“A snowman?  Seriously?  But it’s cold Peeta,” she whines.

“That’s the point.  You can’t make a snowman when it’s warm.”  So, that’s what we do, we build a snowman until she gets the bright idea to chuck a snowball at my face.  And then— it’s on.  I scoop up a ball of snow and sling it at Katniss, hitting her square in the shoulder.

With her impeccable aim, I should have known that I had no chance in the world of besting her in a snowball fight. 

“Hey, that’s not fair,” she whines when she sees the pile of snowballs I have hidden behind the snowman.  She might have impeccable aim, but I am the youngest of three boys— I had to work twice as hard to keep up with them.

“You started it,” I tell her and chuck another ball of snow at her.  For the next hour or so, we have fun, smiling and laughing while getting snow blasted in our faces.  Katniss tackles me from the side and slams me down on my back.  She straddles my hips, pinning my arms to the ground.

“I win, you lose,” she says triumphantly, planting a victory kiss to my lips.

“That may be true, but I think it’s me who is the real winner here.”

Her eyes knit together in confusion, “And just how exactly do you figure that?”

“Well, you’ve got me pinned to the ground, I’m trapped underneath you.  I’ll gladly lose to you if this is my punishment,” I tell her with a crooked grin.

“Come on, let’s go home.  I’m cold,” she says, climbing off my hips and helping me up.  Under normal circumstances I do not need help getting around with my prosthesis.  However, the snow adds many challenges to my already uneven gait.

No longer able to feel either our fingers, toes, or our faces, we make our way back to my house to warm up.  Rye and my dad are hanging out two doors down, at the Everdeen’s, so I don’t have to worry about anyone barging in on us.  Once I get the fire started, we curl up on a blanket I spread out on the floor, soaking up the heat from the flames.

“I’m going to take a shower,” Katniss tells me once the feeling in her fingers returns and then she makes her way upstairs.  Her absence gives me the perfect opportunity to get everything in order.  The moment she is out of sight, I begin creating a mental checklist of everything I need to do.  Once I hear the water splashing against the tile floor, I zip into the kitchen and get to work.  I begin by filling a tray with the cheese buns from the bakery— Katniss’ favorite, and pop them into the oven to warm them up.  And then I take out the dough of the white bread I prepared a few days ago, made for this exact occasion.  I open the drawer that contains the papers and pull them out.  “Certificate of Marriage,” I whisper the words aloud.

“Please be okay with this Katniss,” I anxiously tell myself. “Stop it Peeta.  She loves you, you love her; that’s the only thing that matters.” I remind myself, trying to talk myself up so I don’t chicken out. 

Once all the bread is ready to go, I place them on a table next to the couch and wait for Katniss to come back down.

I am not waiting long when she comes gliding down the stairs in an immaculate floor-length orange summer dress.  The straps holding the dress up on her shoulders are skinny, and for some reason they remind me of spaghetti noodles.  It is snug at the top and gets looser the more the light orange fades into a deeper orange.  My eyes nearly bug out of my head at the sight of her.  She is beautiful, she is exquisite and stunning and just … WOW.  It must be one of the dresses Cinna sent back with her, because I’ve never seen this one before.  And although this one is clearly a dress meant for days with bright sun and scorching heat— it’s not like we’ll be going outside.

It is so unlike her when she twirls around once, a huge smile on her face.  “Do you like it?”

For a moment, I’m speechless, “I … I love it, it’s beautiful; you’re beautiful.”

She blushes, joining me on the floor and I prop some pillows up for us to lean against.

“Are you hungry?” I nervously ask her.  Dammit, why am I so nervous?

“What do you think?” She huffs, her eyes narrowing with her trademark scowl, which forces a chuckle to escape from my throat.  It’s a stupid question to ask anyone who is a resident of 12.  Everyone is hungry, even those of us who are more fortunate than the others.  I hand her the platter of cheese buns, but she’s eyeing the other tray.  “What’s that?” She asks, pointing behind my back.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” I tell her and shift my body, hoping to block her view.

“Oh my God, Peeta; is that—” The papers are all but forgotten as her eyes go saucer eyed when she catches sight of the bread behind me.  She crawls over me and picks the bread up, delicately turning it over and over in her hands.  “Is this—”

I bashfully look away and nod my head, “It is,” I admit.  Her head snaps to the right— and then to the left as she surveys the room.  And then it all hits her at once as she realizes what this is.  For a moment, I am afraid she’s going to go running for the hills, but instead, she reaches for the bread knife and begins sawing at the loaf.  She frees the piece of bread and impales it on a poker before placing it over the fire.  While she rotates the poker to evenly toast the bread, she looks over to me, her silver eyes glistening with the flames and smiles.

“Do I ever tell you how much I love you?  H-how important you are to me?” She asks as her eyes meet mine.  And maybe it’s just the heat from the flames, but her cheeks suddenly flush into crimson.

All my anxiety dissipates into her gray orbs as I extend my hand out, curling a strand of her hair around my finger.  “It is implied every single day, in everything you do,” I tell her softly.

She pulls the poker back and places it down next to the hearth, but not before removing the slightly toasted bread from its prongs.  She juggles the bread from one hand to the other— again and again as she waits for it to cool.

My eyes are cemented on her while my anxiety rises to a new level as I await her next actions.

“Peeta … you are … the most amazingly incredible person I know— have ever known.  And … I never thought I wanted this, but you— you changed everything for me.  You changed the way I see the world, and I … I can’t imagine a life without you.  And … even if I could, I don’t want to.”

Woah, wait a minute, what is she doing?  Those are supposed to be my words.

‘Katniss, what are you doing?’ I ask her in our silent form of communication.

‘I think you know,’ she smiles mischievously at me.

“Uh-uhn, no, that’s my job, I had this all planned out.”

“Oh, so that’s what today was all about?” She exclaims with a bright smile on her face.  I can’t help but return the smile as I lean over and press my lips against hers.  Using my weight, I push her down onto her back and kiss her deeply— thoroughly running my tongue along her lips, sucking … pulling her bottom lip into my mouth until she shivers.

“I love you Katniss Everdeen,” I mumble through our connected lips.  “I love everything about you; even the things I hate about you, I love.” I crawl up next to her, our bodies continuing to absorb the heat from the flames as I stare longingly into her beautiful grey eyes.

“You ruined my plans, I’m not sure if I can forgive you for that,” I quip, smiling and gazing into her perfect eyes.

“What if I …” She intentionally hesitates, lifting the seam of my shirt up and tracing her fingers lightly across my stomach, “do this?” She finishes, sending goosebumps prickling against my skin and I squirm from side to side with her touch.

“Nothing’s ruined,” she promises.  “All I said, was I wanted for it to be ours; that I didn’t want the day I became yours, and you mine to be in front of a Capitol audience.  As long as it’s just us, I don’t care about the rest.”

And she says she’s not good with words.

I take her hands into mine, our heads sharing the same pillow as we stare into each other’s eyes, “Katniss, I was mesmerized by you since I was a five-year old, snaggle-toothed little boy.  I can’t even remember a time I didn’t love you; and for so long, I never thought you would give me the time of day.  I thought … for so long I thought that just being your friend would be enough, but after having your love— after having your heart … I can’t imagine a life without you.  I know you only said yes because of … well, because of everything, but I swear to you, I will be the best husband you could ever hope to have.  I—”

“Peeta, I—” She interjects, but I stop her.

“Please Katniss, please let me finish,” she nods, not pushing it any further.  I glance down to the bread and then back at her, “I offer this toasted bread to you with the promise of being your best friend.  I will listen when you need someone to talk to; when you just need to vent, my ears will be open, or if you just need a sounding board, I will be that too.  You will never have to be alone again because I will be by your side.“

‘Always,‘ I add in our silent way.

“Even when you don’t think you want me there, I will be.  I will hold your hand when you’re scared, and I will be right here, right next to you, scared with you.  I will tell you that everything will be okay— because even if it’s not, we will have each other.  I will always, always be there to catch you before you fall.  And … and I’ll give you a push if that’s what you need, too.  Because I love you.”

Her eyes are pooled with tears and her chin quivers as she reaches for our toasted slice of bread and holds it up between us. It is the only thing separating our lips.  And then I part my lips and allow her to feed me the bread, our bread.  Our little slice of heaven that signifies our love.  I sink my teeth into the perfectly toasted bread, as does she.  Our teeth sink into our promise to the other and then we seal it with a kiss.

“I love you Peeta Mellark, my husband.”

“And I, you; Katniss Everdeen; my wife.”

“I think that would be Katniss Mellark now; get it right,” she tries to scowl at me but fails, erupting in a giggle.

“I like the sound of that, Mrs. Katniss Mellark— Oh, that reminds me!” I exclaim jubilantly, nearly bursting at the seams as I jump up to collect the papers the mayor had given me earlier this week.

“What’s that?” Katniss asks me.

“It’s um … they’re the papers.  To um, make it official.”

“Seriously?  When— How?” I breathe out a sigh of relief when she doesn’t object.  That she seems genuinely excited.

“The mayor.  But … we can’t tell anyone; she’ll be in a load of trouble if anyone finds out.”

“My husband … conspiring with the mayor,” Katniss beams, glowing with pride.  I am incapable of concealing the cheesy, shit-eating grin when she calls me her husband.

As I watch her grip the pen in her hand and sign her name on all the dotted lines, I pinch myself to see if I am dreaming.  I can’t believe it; I am actually, really, truly and officially married to Katniss Everdeen— Mellark.

“Wait!  I have something for you,” Katniss says and rushes up the stairs.  I hear her run into my room and then a drawer slams before she is sprinting back down the stairs.

“You already gave me a ring, and I um … I want you to have this Peeta,” she says, her cheeks flushing as she reaches for my hand.  Refusing to meet my eyes, she slips something onto my finger.

I pull my hand up to look at what she’s placed on my finger to see a ring adorned to the pointer finger of my right hand.  Then she takes her ring off the chain of her necklace— (the one I gave her in District 4 the night of my true proposal to her— the one that once belonged to her mother, given to me by her father) and does the same.  

It’s a tradition in 12 that goes along with the toasting.  Everyone knows that your wedding ring is typically worn on the fourth finger of your left hand, but in 12, it starts out on the pointer finger of your right hand.  There was a tradition from before the dark days that said you start off like this because there is a vein … or maybe it’s an artery that runs from your finger to your heart.  And since marriage is the ultimate promise, by doing this you are connecting your hearts together.  Once the ceremony is over, then you switch it to the fourth finger of your left hand.

Katniss leans over to kiss me and we switch the ring to our proper fingers while our lips are still conjoined.  For now.  I will eventually have to find a clever place to keep mine until … until well, I don’t know.  But the Capitol cannot know we are already married.

After all the traditions are complete, I take our marriage papers to the office room upstairs and tuck them away in a safe place.  Then, with a little extra pep in my step, I find my way back to the main room and scoop Katniss into my arms.

“Peeta!  What are you doing?” She squeals like a giddy schoolgirl, encircling her arms around my neck.  Carefully, I make my way up the stairs and into my room— our room.  Who am I kidding?  It’s always been our room— no piece of paper or ceremony was needed to decide that for us.

“I am carrying my wife over the threshold.  The toasting isn’t complete until that’s been done,” I remind her with a kiss.

“Okay,” she says, nuzzling her head against my chest.  No thanks to my artificial leg, we make it up the steps successfully.  I press my lips against hers as my foot passes the threshold.  Now, all the standard traditions of 12 are complete, except for the final one.  The one that really seals the deal.  Consummation.

Just thinking the word in my head causes me to stumble.  My brain seems to forget how to gracefully put one foot in front of the other and I fall face first onto my bed, my body nearly crushing my beautiful wife.

She giggles; a foreign sound, but it is one that I cherish.  “I love you,” I say, pressing my forehead against hers.

“Smooth,” she says, and I can feel her lips forming into a smile against my mouth.

“So, now, we’re supposed to um …” There is a nervous energy between us; she’s scared, as am I.  Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever been more terrified in my life, and that’s saying something— having survived an arena and all.

“Katniss, you know … we don’t have to do this, we can just—”

“What? You don’t want to?” She interjects defensively.

“No, no— I mean, yes, I do.  I was just saying … if you don’t want to, it’s okay.  We don’t have to, we can wait,” I stumble over my words trying to reassure her.

“I want to Peeta,“ she says certainly, never taking her eyes off mine.  "I have wanted to for a while now, and I think we’ve waited long enough.  Will you … will you help me unzip my dress?” Her eyes flit to the floor as she smiles nervously, her cheeks taking on a rosy hue.

She doesn’t have to ask me twice.  While Katniss and I have done many things, getting caught up in heated kisses, touching in places I would rather not mention, we have never gone this far.  We have never gone all the way.  She turns around and pulls her hair to the side, granting me access to her zipper.  I scrupulously glide the zipper down until it refuses to budge another inch and delicately slide the sleeves down her arms.  A frown of disappointment encases my lips when she begins to braid her hair.

I press my lips to her bare neck and kiss my way to her shoulder, which causes a moan to expel from her lips.  “Leave it down, please.”

“Mmm hmmm,” she moans.

“My God, you are so beautiful,” I tell her, my lips trailing down to the crest of her shoulder.  Finally, I sling her dress into the chair next to my bed and she nervously flips onto her back, incredulously facing me. 

‘Oh my God, Katniss is naked, bare to me and in my bed,’ I think to myself as I stare her up and down.

Feeling self-conscious … probably due to my ogling her, she reaches over and pulls the sheet to cover her near-naked body.

“No, what are you doing?” I ask her, tugging the fabric back.

“I just … feel so … naked without my clothes,” she says, flushing with embarrassment.

“Well, that’s kind of the point, isn’t it?”

“Well then … be naked with me,” she says, tugging on the hem of my shirt, eager for me to remove it.  I slide my shirt off and it joins her dress in the chair.  I am hesitant to remove my pants, still self-conscious about my leg.

“Pants too,” Katniss whispers in a raspy— so, so sexy voice.

“I … I—”

“Peeta, I love all of you, even the Capitol-made parts,” she takes charge and flips me over, undoes the button of my pants, and I am too paralyzed to refuse; not that I would want to.  She removes my pants, then sits up and straddles my hips.  With nothing but our underclothes on, we are completely bare to each other, and I understand what she meant about feeling naked without her clothes.  There is nothing to conceal our insecurities, both physical and emotional.  But that’s the point, right?  To be completely open, bare— naked to the one you love.  To have nothing— no secrets between you.  However, underneath all my anxiety, I don’t know if I’ve ever felt anything quite this amazing before.  We slip under the covers and I click the lamp on that sits on my nightstand.  It emanates a soft glow, perfectly lighting the room, while producing a shadow over the insecurities.

“Can I take your leg off?” Katniss asks me.  She must be in my head again— I was just too embarrassed to take the initiative— afraid she would find my mutilated leg … repulsive.

“Okay,” I say.  For the first time I realize she’s had a lot of practice helping me put it on and take it off as she slips it off with ease.

“I don’t want any part of the Capitol here for this,” she says, placing kisses against the scar on my leg.  I pull her up to me and flip her back onto her back.

We are a tangled mess of arms and legs, our tongues dancing together in a frenzy, yet in perfect synchronicity.  As if they’d been practicing for years and years until they reached utter perfection.  I trail kisses along her neck, down to her collarbone and across her shoulders.  I want to kiss every inch of her body; I don’t want to miss a single bit of her skin.  I reach down and cup her perfect breasts in my hands and she moans out in pleasure, which causes my cock to pulse until it is fully erect.

“Touch me Peeta,” surrendering to her every command, I stroke her arms, and then add light touches to her perfectly flattened stomach.  I caress my hands up and down her legs, trying to muster up the courage to touch her there.  Finally, I do, and she’s so hot and wet for me.  I slide one finger inside her center and keep it in there while I use my thumb to rub circles on that little bundle of nerves that I know has the power to make her come undone.

Her body tenses up and I know I’ve hit the right spot when she pants out my name.  “I could be satisfied … happy, just doing that to you … every second of every minute, of every single day,” I tell her once the intensity of her climax has subsided.

“Then how would you make me cheese buns?” She says with a heavy breath.  Smiling, I inch up to her face and kiss her.  Soft and light at first, and then harder, deeper— as if I am starving and her lips are the only way to satiate my hunger. 

“I need you Peeta; I— I need you closer,” she breathes into me and I instantly know what she means. She wants me to be inside her.  We have both wanted this for such a long time, I almost can’t believe it’s actually happening.  I kiss her softly as I fumble my way on top of her.  Using one elbow to prop myself up, my other hands grips onto my cock as I tease her entrance with my hardened member.  Even without being inside her, I can feel how wet she is.  Which only causes my already rock-hard cock to pulse even harder.  She spreads her legs open for me and I fumble nervously, guiding my cock into her entrance and sliding inside her— slowly at first.

“Is this okay?” I ask her, recalling an embarrassing conversation with Rye as he gave me the intricate details that a girl’s first time can be painful, and that it’s important that they are “ready” prior to penetration.

“More Peeta, I need all of you,” she demands, locking her legs around my hips and digging her heels into the back of my calves.  Slowly, I push myself deeper into her, impaling her, until finally, I am fully submerged into her heat.

“Holy FUCK!” I gasp, crying out when my cock is surrounded by her walls.  “Is- is this okay?” I ask her again, not wanting to do anything that might hurt her.  It is taking every bit of willpower that I possess to keep my body still— to prevent my hips from ramming deep— and hard, into her.

“Oh God, Peeta, you feel so good.  Please … please, Peeta—” she begs me, and I’ve never been very good at denying her anything as I submit to her will.  Slowly, I partially retract myself from her center and then slowly, slowly push myself back inside, our pelvises grinding against each other.  Her nails dig into my back, finding their way to my ass and then she squeezes—

“Holy FUCK, how did you just do that?” I ask when her walls tighten around my cock.

“What … this?” She grins, repeating the action, “You like that?” She says in a teasing, seductive voice.

“Katniss— stop … or I’m going to … or I won’t last, and I want … this has to be perfect,” I beg her and then she reaches up, encircling her arms around my neck and pressing her mouth to mine.

“It’s already perfect because I’m with you,” she tells me in-between heated kisses.  And once again, she stupefies me with her words.

“Oh God, I love you too, my perfect, beautiful, amazingly gifted wife,” I tell her, while gliding in … gliding out of her sex.

“Katniss … I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to last if you keep doing that … where do you want me to—”

“Right where you are,” she tells me, knowing what I am trying to say.

“But,” I question her with a raise of my brow.

“I took that pill Effie gave you— I mean, me,” she explains, running her tongue along my ear.

I shiver from the contact and lose all control as I slam into her— again and again before grinding into her center once more.  We both grind; hard and slow, and deep— achieving the perfect rhythm until I feel that familiar stirring deep in my stomach— and then we’re both moaning, and yelling, and whispering— shouting— gasping the other’s name and I’m spilling into her, filling her with my seed; both of us believing that Effie’s miracle pill from the Capitol will prevent any watering of said seed.

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Curious about their “unspoken language”?  Or Katniss’s father’s untimely death?  Or who the mayor of 12 is since it clearly is not Mayor Undersee?  Come check out my THG re-writes: Changing the Game (Complete) and Another Way Out (In progress) (The final book/story is TBA).  Told in multiple POV’s.  AND, find out what happens once Katniss reaches District 13.  Does anyone know they actually and officially got married in 12?  Does Katniss get pregnant?  Does Effie’s miracle pill work for them?

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Memories of the past (Part Thirteen)(Caius Volturi)

So there will be some lemony stuff in here, hope you enjoy it! :3

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“Nervous?” Heidi asked as she curled my hair. I was sitting in a silk robe after a short yet relaxing bath. The chef had made my favourite food, his famous lasagne with a small chicken salad with mozzarella and pesto on the side and a bottle of the finest white wine to accompany it. Normally a red wine would be more suitable for a lasagne, but in truth, I preferred white wine over red. “Maybe just a little.” I admitted. I looked at myself in the mirror as Heidi placed the last curl over my shoulder. She leant down to watch her masterwork in the mirror and smiled. “Perfect.” She said and soon a small knock could be heard on the door. Heidi rushed to the door. I could not see who it was but soon Heidi returned with an elegant box. “I am guessing this is your outfit for tonight. “ she said as she placed it on the chair besides me. “Will you be alright? I am afraid the Master and Mistress pretty much forbade me for seeing you or helping you in this outfit.” My eyes grew wide at her remark. What kind of outfit did they pick out for me where Heidi was not allowed to see it? “They really are the possessive type, huh?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood. “Hmm, it is just our nature. We only get one chance to be complete with our mate or mates. You are their final piece to their soul and they are yours, even though you might not feel the pull too much yet as you are still human.” She explained as she made her way towards the door, ready to leave the room. “Good luck tonight. And I will see you on the other side, my queen.” She said, a playful smile around her lips as I groaned softly at her. “Don’t call me that, Heidi. And see you soon.” I said as she left the room chuckling softly. She knew I hated it when the guard treated me like I was above them and called me queen or mistress. It felt very unnatural. I took one final glance in the mirror before opening the box and slightly gasping at what was inside it. It was a very revealing lingerie dress made of red silk with a matching thong. A small smirk played around my lips as I quickly put the outfit on and looked at myself in the full body mirror. A small chuckle escaped my lips as I examined the way the dress hugged my curves, yet cheekily hid my most intimate parts. The box also contained a pair of bright red heels, finishing the look completely. These last two weeks had been a continuous cat and mouse game between the three of us. Occasional touches, kisses and outfits had made my longing for them increase drastically, yet we never had taken the next step. The three of us relishing in the sexual tension that hung in the air. But it had been one of my only requests before being turned. I wanted to be close to them on a level fit for lovers, fit for mates. And I guess tonight my wish will come true. After one final look in the mirror I put my robe back on and quickly made my way down the hall towards the wing I shared with my mates. The lights were out when I entered the shared living quarters but instead a pathway towards my room was lightened by many small candles and red rose pedals. A small blush made its way towards my cheek at the effort my mates had put out for me already and I eagerly followed the path. I slowly opened the door to my room, my heartbeat increasing slightly in excitement of seeing my mates again. My room was also lit up by many candles, and the air was filled with the scent of roses, probably due to the many roses and rose pedals spread around the room. I first noticed Athenodora who was sat on my bed on her knees. Her long, blonde locks where curled and hung over her shoulders, covering her breasts. She too was wearing a lingerie type of dress similar to my own, only hers was a deep black. I swallowed once she noticed me, and a seductive smile displayed itself over her cherry coloured lips. I looked to the side and saw Caius leaning against the end of the bed and my eyes widen once more. He looked absolutely ravishing. He was wearing black, tight fitting boxer shorts and a black dress shirt that hung open and his sleeves rolled up. His blonde hair

was ruffled in a sexy way and he… he even had an earring?! A smirk made its way to his lips as he slowly made his way towards me, followed closely by Dora. Their eyes showed the look of a true predator, and I was their prey. “You kept us waiting, my love.” Caius said as he reached me, his fingers gently caressing my cheek. “My apologies, my king.” I whispered back, a played innocent look in my eyes. I knew this was something he enjoyed. He loved being in power, being in control. Caius cocked up an eyebrow while his hand gently moved down my neck and torso towards the piece of rope that held my robe together, hiding the way I looked underneath from them. “Feeling cheeky tonight, love?” Dora asked as she too reached me, her hand gently caressing my hair, letting her slender fingers tangle between my brown locks. “Never, my queen.” I said, looking into her red orbs. Dora chuckled and gently shook her head, knowing very well I was playing innocent. “My little innocent mate. What are you hiding underneath this huh?” she asked as she gently moved behind me, her hand also reaching for the rope. They were about to pull it lose when I stopped them. “Uh, uh.” I said and got out of their grip, walking further into the room, my heels clicking against the marble floor. I felt their eyes piercing in my back as I slowly made my way towards the lit fireplace and the couches besides it. “Let’s not rush too much, my loves.” I said as I ran a hand through my hair, my back still facing them. “Although. It is getting quite warm over here.” I whispered, knowing very well they heard me. I slowly pulled the rope lose and the robe slide down my shoulders, but stopping it from going down further than my elbows. The orange glow of the fire put seductive shadows over my features and I sneaked a peek over my shoulders. I found my two mates looking at me intensely, their usual red orbs now completely black. “Xandria, be careful now. Don’t start a game if you are not willing to play until the end.” Caius said, his voice coarse with lust, sending shivers down my spine. I slowly dropped the robe, giving them a full view of my back and behind before turning around and slowly making my way back towards them, giving them a full view of my front as well. I carefully placed my long brown locks over my breasts as well, making sure they couldn’t see anything naughty just yet. “Caius, who said I had no intend of finishing what I am starting?” I asked as I gently placed my hands against his hard chest, his eyes looking at me intensely, following my every move carefully. I slowly let my hands travel up his torso and towards his shoulders, enjoying the smooth feeling against my hands. I wanted to savour this moment. I wanted to feel and taste every part of their bodies, slowly and as a human for the final time. My hands slowly travelled down his arms, slowly removing the dress shirt as well. Before my hands reached his mine travelled back upwards towards his shoulder and back down his torso and they rested just above his boxers where his arousal was very present. I gently let one of my perfectly manicured nails trace the lines of the V shape up and down before turning towards Dora, earning me a frustrated growl from my male mate. “Buonasera bellissima.” I whispered as I gently cupped her cheek, earning me a playful smirk. “You quite like to play and be a tease huh, little minx?” she asked and I only shrugged my shoulders in innocence. “Well, play time is over.” She growled softly and before I knew it both of them had me pressed against their bodies. My back was pressed against Caius his chest and he was attacking my neck with kisses and gentle nibbles, never breaking the surface of my skin while his hands cupped one of my breasts in his large hands and the other wrapped tightly around my waist, gently caressing my hip. Dora had claimed my lips and her fingers where once again tangled in my hair while her other hand stroked the other side of my hip, slowly raising the bottom of the dress with every stroke. One of my hands tangled itself in Caius’ hair,

trying to keep him as close as possible while my other was wrapped around Dora’s waist, pulling her too as close as possible. Soft moans escaped our lips as the sexual tension only seemed to increase by the minute. Dora soon left my lips and left gender kisses down my neck and towards my chest. “Don’t rip the dress love.” I moaned softly, closing my eyes and leaning my head against Caius’ shoulder, giving him even more aces to my neck. “I won’t. Yet.” She said as she gently moved the fabric to the side exposing my breasts completely. Caius quickly took hold of one of them again and his fingers gently rolled the little bud around while Dora claimed the other with her mouth, savouring the taste of my skin and the feeling of blood rushing towards it while it hardened. Moans escaped my lips soon and a feel of ecstasy flowed through my veins. Dora let my nipple go with a small pop and continued her journey downwards until she kneeled in front of me. Caius his other hand now cupped the other breast as well while he watched his wife intensely. Dora looked up at us both innocently before ripping off my thong. A small gasp escaped my lips as the cool air hit my most sensitive spot that had become soaking wet. “No need for these anymore.” She said as she gently pushed my legs apart a bit. Her lips soon found the inside of my thing and very slowly yet gently she made her way upwards. Caius held me tightly against him, making sure there was no escape for me while I felt his hardened member push teasingly against my now bare bum. “Stay still now for me, darling.” She said, her cool breath hitting my clit teasingly. A small groan escaped my lips and I tried to move forward but Dora held them still. “No cheating now, love.” “You did this when teasing us. Now you have to suffer the consequences.” Caius whispered in my ear before gently nibbling on my earlobe. A slow, sensitive lick down my slit made me weak on my knees. Dora chuckled and gently placed one of my legs over her shoulder, giving her full aces. Her tongue skilfully toyed around with my clit while her nails gently scratched along the curves of my hips and legs. A small groan escaped her lips as my taste hit her tongue and she ate me out as if her life depended on it, not letting a single drop escape her. I moaned loudly and Caius quickly muffled me by pressing his lips against mine. His tongue soon sought entrance and I granted it, no longer able to resist or play coy. My lust and emotions where going into overdrive and I just wanted it all. Caius’ tongue played around mine while Dora’s played and explored me. Slowly I felt a knot in the pit of my stomach and my legs started to shake violently. I tangled my fingers in her hair trying to keep her in place. My hips bucket and with one final tug of her lips I came undone. I moaned loudly and fell against Caius his chest. Dora smirked and gently removed my leg from her shoulder before standing up. She cupped Caius his cheek and brought her lips to his. Their tongues soon danced around, sharing the flavour I left on her lips and Caius growled in satisfaction. Dora pulled away and smirked. “Well she is ready. How about you, my love?” she asked as her hand gently went down his chest and grabbed his member firmly, earning her a growl from Caius. “Our turn.” I said as I moved behind him. I wrapped my hands around his torso and gently stroked up and down his chest while Dora once again sat down on her knees. She kissed his belly and slowly moved downwards. I moved my lips towards his neck, kissing the smooth skin gently. Caius moaned when Dora ripped his boxers away, exposing his member to the air making it twitch in anticipation. Dora smirked and placed her tongue at the base of his shaft, slowly dragging it upwards to the tip. A small growl escaping his lips as she twirled her tongue around the tip as if it was a popsicle. Caius soon gasped for air as she took him in her mouth fully. A stream of Italian curses and praises soon left his lips as he tangled his fingers in her hair while she bobbed her head. She knew exactly

how to play her husband, and how to get him close to the edge. But before he could she released him with a loud pop. She quickly stood up and grabbed me, making me squeal slightly. Dora simply smirked and cupped my cheek. Her lips found mine and soon her tongue invaded my mouth, sharing the taste of both Caius and my arousal left on her tongue. I moaned at the taste and wanted more. I tangled my hand in her hair while the other grabbed her bum, squeezing it gently earning me a moan as well. I pulled away slightly and kissed towards her ear. “And you call me a minx, huh?” I whispered before gently nibbling on her earlobe, earning me a soft moan in my ear. She gently pulled away and grabbed my hand leading me towards the bed. She laid down and pulled me towards her, her lips soon finding mine as her hands moved towards my bum, gently smacking it making me groan. I felt Caius crawl behind me and he wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing my bare shoulders while his hand slowly made its way towards my folds. I kissed down her chest while propping my bum upwards so Caius had full aces as well. I gently moved her dress to the side and kissed her full breasts, avoiding her little buds just to tease her. “Xandria, stop teasing now.” She growled softly making me smirk. But that smirk was soon wiped off my face when Caius inserted a finger in me, making my back arch. I moaned softly as he started to move his fingers in a steady pace. I attacked her breasts in my lust, completely forgetting about being a tease, I just wanted to taste her, feel her. I gently flicked one of her nipples with my tongue before closing my lips around it earning me a moan from her lips. Dora tangled her fingers in my hair once more, keeping me as close as possible. I was about to make my way down her belly towards the place I truly wanted a taste off but she stopped me. I looked at her with a confused look in her eyes. “Not yet, love.” She said before claiming my lips while Caius added another finger, gently sucking on my shoulder now. I pulled away and pouted. “But I want it.” I said as I gently caressed her leg, slowly moving further upwards. Dora bit her lip, looking unsure for the first time since I had known her. “I am just afraid I might hurt you if I accidentally close my legs or something while enjoying it.” She whispered as she gently stroked my cheek. “Oh, I know something.” Caius said as he removed his fingers, making me whine at the lack of contact. Caius gently moved me upwards against his chest, his left hand gently wrapped around my neck while he moved the fingers of his right hand towards my mouth. As if on instinct I opened my mouth and gently licked his fingers clean. With a small pop I released his fingers and I was rewarded with a peck on my lips. “Good girl.” Caius said as he gently released me and moved to his wife, ripping her thong off as she had done to both him and I. “Caius, what are you planning?” She asked, worry still present in her tone and on her face. “Relax my love. You won’t hurt her.” Caius moved behind her and placed his hands on the back of each knee, gently moving them apart and holding them tightly. His face buried in her blonde locks and hair. “Hold onto my arms and let our little mate have a taste. I got you.” He whispered lovingly before giving me a nod, a sign for me to continue. I leaned forward and captured her lips with my own. She answered my kiss slowly, allowing her to relax again. I slowly allowed my lips to explore down her neck, her chest and all the way to the place I wanted a taste off the most. Just as she had done with me I started with gently kisses on the insides of her thighs, slowly moving upwards, only to skip on her folds and kiss down her other thigh. I felt both Caius and Dora’s eyes watching my every move. Dora bit her lip, trying to move her hips slightly but Caius held her in an iron grip, both to tease her and to make sure she doesn’t accidentally crush my head between her thighs. Although I must admit, that would not be a bad way to die at all. I slowly made my way back

upwards and gently flicked her but with my tongue, earning me a moan. “Xandria, oh.” She moaned as her nails dug into Caius his arms. Caius whispered sweet nothings in her ear while I took my time to explore her folds, licking up her sweet taste like an addict while slowly adding two fingers. I gently moved my fingers against the most sensitive spot within her while at the same time sucking on her little but, occasionally swirling my tongue around it. Caius really had to use almost all his strength to keep his wife still. Her nails dug harshly in his arms making small cracks appear. With one small suck and final thrust of my fingers she screamed in ancient Greek, her mother language, and her legs shook violently as she came undone. I smirked and licked up every last bit of it before moving upwards. This time I claimed Caius his lips and let him have a taste of his mate, letting it swirl around our tongues. Caius growled in satisfaction, holding me close. Dora growled and pulled me towards her, claiming my lips making me moan softly. “Ti amo tanto.” She whispered against my lips, I smiled and pecked her lips. “Ti amo, Athenodora.” I whispered against her lips. She smiled and soon turned me around, pulling me against her, my back against her chest. “She is all yours now, love.” Dora said looking at Caius making me bite my lip. “Finalmente.” Caius said as he gently pushed my legs apart and laid down in between them. I felt the tip of his member lining up to my entrance and a small groan of anticipation left my chest. Dora wrapped her arms around me and held me close while her lips attacked my neck. “Pronto, amore mio?” he whispered, looking me in the eye. “Si, mio ​​re.” I said. I wanted to feel him inside me, wanted him as close to me as possible. Wanted them both as close to me as possible for all eternity. And finally, with a kiss filled with his love and lust, he pushed past my folds and into me, filling me to my core. I released his lips and gasped at the feeling. It was a perfect fit while stretching me out at the same time. Caius growled at the warmth that surrounded him and claimed his wife’s lips. Dora eagerly answered his kiss while I grabbed his hand, intertwining our hands. Caius pulled away and looked me into my eyes. He slowly started to move his hips, the tip of his member gracing my most sensitive spot every time. Dora moved her hand down and started to trace small circles in rhythm with Caius’ thrusts around my bud with her fingers. It didn’t take long or my second orgasm rippled through me, but my mates where relentless. Caius’ thrusts become more violent while Dora kept playing around with my bud while their mouths and tongues had a battle for dominance with each other. Moans escaped the lips of us three and no one cared about volume of it. Let the world know how much we loved each other. How much pleasure we could bring each other. The world no longer existed to us in that moment. We had each other and that was enough for now and until forever. I had moved my free hand behind me and started to return the favour to Dora’s bud, knowing very well my hand might break but I no longer cared. I wanted her to feel good, to share the pleasure Caius and her where bringing me. My final orgasm also brought Caius and Dora over the edge making my fingers and back soaking wet while being filled up at the same time.

The two vampires couldn’t help themselves anymore. Their inner beast took control over them. They each bit Xandria on the opposite part of her neck, mixing their venom with her blood while gulping some of her blood down as well. She was theirs, for now and for forever. And the time had come for their little mate to join them fully. To rule besides them. To love them forever as they would love her.

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All I Want (2/4)

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader 

Warnings: swearing, mild smut 

Word Count: 1.8k

Part Summary: Sirius convinces Y/N to take a little risk which leads them to trouble

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Sirius

"I need Y/N to go with me," I complain to my friends as we settle around the table in the Great Hall. 

"Why do you need Y/N to go with you?" James questions idiotically. "You could ask Marlene, that girl from potions, what about-" 

"Y/N is the only option," I emphasize, growing annoyed that no one else understands. 

"Since when?" Remus interjects as he flips open his textbook. 

"Since she told me no!" I repeat what I told them last night. 

"Ooh, so this is all to prove a point?" James accuses with a raised brow. 

"No! I genuinely want to go with her!" I justify. 

"She's probably just giving you a hard time, playing hard to get. Give it time," James tries to reason. "Keep up with the compliments and maybe even give her a gift or something!" 

"You could just ask her publicly so she can't say no," Remus suggests uncharacteristically. 

James and I share the same confused expression. 

"What do you mean, Moony?" I frown. 

"Do it here," he clarifies. 

"In front of everyone?" Peter sounds astonished. 

"That's sort of what 'public' means..." Remus sasses. 

I shake my head. "Y/N would hate it. She hates being the center of attention." 

"But it would grab her attention," Remus points out a matter-of-factly. 

"I don't know guys..." I'm hesitant to do something so extreme when she was fine with rejecting me in front of our friends. 

"I think it would be great!" Peter gleams, enthused by the idea. 

"You also thought bringing snacks to the Shrieking Shack last month was a great idea," James reminds him disapprovingly. 

"I forgot I had the cinnamon roll in my pocket okay!" Peter huffs. 

"Hush!" I hiss at the group quietly. "Y/N is coming!" 

Glancing over my shoulder, I watch the most beautiful girl approach us, surrounded by Marlene and Evans. Her perfect Y/H/C hair and Y/E/C eyes. I've always known that Y/N is beautiful, but lately, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. It's weird, foreign to me. 

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Y/N

"And then I wrote back to my mom and told her no," I tell Lily. "So I think I'll be able to visit you this summer for sure!" 

Lily squeals, gripping my arm with excitement. "You can go on holiday with my family to the lake!" 

When we reach our usual spot with the boys already there, I take my seat beside Sirius. Lily sits on my opposite side, already in deep conversation with Marlene to make plans this summer.  

"Spending the summer with Evans?" Sirius inquires with a cheeky grin. 

"A few weeks at the start," I explain. "Her family is taking a trip and invited me." 

Sirius leans close to me and whispers, "I would pay large sums to see you spending hours laying in the sun." 

I playfully nudge him away with a giggle. Goodness, he's such a painful flirt sometimes. 

"What if after you visit Evans, you and I go on a holiday of our own?" He suggests mischievously as he turns his body toward me. 

"You and me?" I giggle as I pour myself some juice. "I think we wouldn't even make it out of London." 

"Just think about it. You, me, on a beach... We could spend weeks alone in a cottage somewhere," he describes as he leans in close. I can feel his lips brush against my ear as he guides my hair back over my shoulder. "No distractions. Days and days of us doing whatever we want for, wherever we want, as long as we want..." he insinuates. 

Chills course down my spine as Sirius glides his fingers down my back to my waist. I turn my head to the side to meet his jet-black gaze. Mere inches from one another, we stare into each other's eyes longing. Merlin, he's a vision, isn't he? Even though I see every day, it's never enough. 

His lips part as his vision falls to my mouth. "Want to get out of here?" 

I nod frantically and he's already a step ahead of me, rising from the bench. 

"We're gonna... uh... we're gonna go for a walk," he stammers as he takes my hand. 

James chuckles knowingly, "yeah sure." 

"Use protection," Remus instructs casually without even glancing up from his textbook. 

“Remus!” Lily gasps his name in disapproval. 

“A spell, Lil!” He smirks, giving Sirius and know glance. “You never know what’s poking around on these “walks” if you know what I mean...” 

“Oh dear heavens,” Lily grumbles while the remaining Marauders chuckle. 

Sirius eagerly tugs me toward the entrance of the Great Hall. I snicker as I struggle to keep up with his speed-walking. He combs his fingers through his long jet black hair with a childish grin. 

Once we make it out of the Great Hall, Sirius glances back at me and we break out into a race. Hand-in-hand, we run down the corridor, weaving between students to get to the nearest empty room. To my surprise, Sirius skids to a stop and yanks me into the closest alcove. Tucked away is a hidden stairwell by the courtyard. Sirius presses me against the stonewall and brings his lips to mine hungrily. His hands roam my body as they've done so many times before. The way he knows exactly what to do like clockwork amazes me. I want to slip into the sensation and just forget the world, yet I can't. 

"Sirius," I mumble against his lips. 

He hums, not willing to stop. 

"We should stop," I pant. 

I'm speaking these words as they're what my mind is telling me what to say, but my body is telling me to do the opposite. 

"Don't want to," Sirius wittily remarks. 

I giggle, making him smile against my lips. "But we should before anyone sees." 

He breaks away from my lips and starts at my neck. "Let them," he determines. "I don't care." 

Okay, that's hot. His ability to be so carefree and willing motivates me to be the same. Since the moment I met him, Sirius has driven me to break through my boundaries and reach for me. It isn't fair that he's so perfect. Everything about him is irresistible. 

"Don't you want to?" He whispers and the warmth of his breath brushes against my neck. 

My eyes fall shut as my fingers comb through the hair on the nape of his neck. 

"You know I do," I sigh. 

"Then why shouldn't we?" He urges mischievously. 

A can name a hundred reasons, but here the moment I can't think of any. Will it ever stop, the pining for him? He's always in my thoughts. 

"We'd be breaking the rules. If we get caught-" 

"Detection would give more time alone. More time to-" 

"Mr. Black! Ms. Y/L/N!" McGonagall's voice echoes through the corridor. 

"Fuck!" Sirius curses under his breath and parts from me swiftly. 

"I told you!" I hiss quietly. 

The sound of her heels vastly approaching makes my heart race. We're in such trouble. 

McGonagall appears in the archway leading out to the alcove. She must've seen us through the windows of the courtyard. She wears a disappointed and bewildered expression. 

"Mr. Black and Ms. Y/L/N, this not the time nor the place for your endeavors!" She puts ever so lightly. "Shouldn't you be in the Great Hall for supper?" 

"We um...We..." I stammer anxiously, at a loss for words. 

I never get in trouble. I may act rebellious here and there, broken a few rules, but I've never been caught. I've never done anything that requires discipline. 

"It was my idea, Minnie! Entirely my idea," Sirius takes the full blame. 

"Well, I sure hope so as this is entirely unlike you, Ms. Y/L/N!" She looks at me with pure disappointment and I feel the same. 

"I'm so sorry, Professor!" I apologize instantly. 

My heart is in my throat. If my parents hear about this, I'm royally screwed! One, they'll be furious that I've received detention. Two, they don't even know that Sirius and I are... well... whatever we are. 

"Detention after school tomorrow," McGonagall determines. 

"No please!" I try to plead, but McGonagall raises her hand for me to save my breath. 

"Be in my office right after your last class," she declares as she turns back down the hall. 

Sirius follows her without a moment's hesitation. "Professor please! Allow me to take all the blame," he sighs. "It isn't Y/N's fault!" 

I follow behind the pair, praying Sirius can change her mind. They're close and I know McGonagall has a soft for him. 

"Have you ever heard the phrase, 'it takes two to tango,' Mr. Black?" McGonagall wittily replies, not giving at all to Sirius's pleading. 

"I'll do both my and Y/N's detentions! Add a third even!" He requests. 

McGonagall releases a deep sigh and as she slows to a halt. I stop a few steps behind as she glances between Sirius and me. Then, she turns to address Sirius directly. 

"I respect your willingness to take the fall for Ms. Y/L/N, it's very noble of you. Yet, my mind is made up," she declares calmly. 

I hide my face in my hands with a deep sigh. This is going to be terrible. My parents are going to kill me! I've made it to seventeen without a single thing on my record and within ten minutes that achievement went down that drain. All for a hot piece of ass too, unbelievable! 

"In light of this being Ms. Y/L/N's first offense-" McGonagall announces, causing me to glance up at her, "-I will not be contacting your parents and it will not go on your record. However, you will use the detection time to think of your actions!" 

A massive height lifts from my chest and Sirius grins. I exhale deeply and approach the pair with relief. Sirius reaches for my hand and I swat it away. Now is not the time! I see a hint of amusement on McGonagall's face at my action. 

"Thank you, Professor! It'll never happen again!" I guarantee her. 

"I sure hope not!" She replies. "Keep in mind there are First Years around!" 

"Yes Ma'am," I nod. 

When Sirius doesn't respond I below him in the side, causing him to wince. 

"Right, right," he agrees absentmindedly, as he doesn't care. "Keep out of sight of children." 

McGonagall huffs, but never the less hurries along down the hall, knowing she'll never reach Sirius. 

"That's not what she meant," I hiss between my teeth quietly as we watch McGonagall walk away.  

Sirius chuckles, "I know. I just like pushing her buttons a little." 

"Well, your pushing almost got me in immense trouble!" I remind Sirius as I turn to start back to the Great Hall. 

His fingers wrap around my wrist and yank me back to him, causing me to land in his chest. I attempt to wiggle out of his hold as he slips his arm around my waist, but then he uses his free hand to grip my chin. He forces me to look him in the eyes as he chuckles. He truly doesn't care that we just got detentions. I guess it's just another notch on the stick for him, huh? 

"Don't fret Y/N, this will be fun," he voices confidently. 

"How can you be so sure?" I grumble. "It's detention." 

"What's life without a little risk?" He winks and brings leans in for a kiss. 

Sirius Black will be the death of me. 

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Hello, thank you for loving the reaction to ex scenario! Since it was our first attempt at scenario, we weren’t sure how well received it would be. But thankfully!! It was very loved. ╥﹏╥ Also, thank you for the request! I hope this would live up to the standard of the previous one. I had a hard time finding inspiration for this… (;´Д｀)

- Mod Raine reaction to ex with sakusa, atsumu & oikawa

Daichi Sawamura:

Hiking up the forested mountain, you made your way to the location for the children’s summer camp that you signed up to volunteer at. Upon arrival, you spotted numerous staff and volunteers scattered around, preparing materials. You approached the person-in-charge to offer your help and was assigned to the game team, where you were met with a familiar face.

“Y/N?”

“Daichi?” You both called out simultaneously.

“You two know each other? Perfect!” Said the person-in-charge, who then instructed, “Then I’ll put you both in charge of free play, okay? Help to brainstorm games that the kids can play during free play. Rest of the team, continue preparations for the treasure hunt.”

With a ‘Roger!’ from the team, the person-in-charge left before the two of you even opened your mouths to protest. Not that either of you would have anyway. You glanced at Daichi and let out an apologetic chuckle, “Let’s do this?” At his smile and nod, the two of you began to discuss and exchange ideas.

When the children arrived in their groups, you and Daichi were conveniently allocated to accompany the same group during their day activities. Paired together for several activities throughout the camp, you and Daichi quickly moved past the awkward stage and started interacting like before – constantly joking around, praising, and teasing one another. With natural chemistry between the two of you, getting along well with the kids earned the both of you a new nickname – ‘Parents Daichi and Y/N’ that promptly became a hot topic among the volunteers and children alike.

Soon, it was time for free play. The volunteers took turns being the tagger for ‘Red Light, Green Light’ and your time came shortly after.

“Green light,” You held on for a while, then concluded rapidly, “red light!” causing some to not be able to pause their actions in time, including Daichi who toppled over when he attempted to slide to a stop. Everyone turned their attention to Daichi and sneered at him for moving so obviously during Red Light, highlighting his movements to you.

Laughing at his misfortune, you gestured for him to come over, “Daichi, you’re caught!” With a small laugh, Daichi surrendered and jogged over. The instant he linked pinkies with you, echoes of bashful giggles and ‘oohs’ followed suit. “Did Daichi-san get caught on purpose to hold hands with Y/N-san?” mocked a cheeky child. Your face reddened while Daichi attempted to justify himself, but the children only continued chaffing him.

The teasing continued into dinner when Daichi gave you some of his potatoes (your favourite food) by habit, and into the next day when he shielded you from the water balloons during the water fight. “Daichi and Y/N are a couple!” soon became an ongoing buzz for the rest of the camp, with everyone pairing you two up repeatedly.

Time flew by quickly and before you realised, it was already the last night of the camp. At the thought of the camp ending, you couldn’t fall asleep. You decided to go for a walk, where you noticed Daichi sitting on the grass by the riverbank. After pondering for a moment, you strolled towards him, “Can I join you?”

Daichi looked up at the sound of your voice. With a soft gaze and warm smile, he set a handkerchief on the grass and motioned for you to sit.

“You know, I didn’t think you’d be here when I applied as a volunteer.” You spoke while settling down.

“Me neither,” Daichi replied and light-heartedly joked, “but I guess fate brought us together, even now.”

Sitting silently, the two of you reflected on your times together during the camp. It was filled with gleeful moments, almost as if time turned back to before your separation. The constant teasing only served to remind you two of those times.

“It’s about to end, huh?” You sighed.

Daichi nodded and asked, as if debriefing, “So, what’s your favourite part of the camp?”

“Probably free play!” You contemplated before answering, “Being in charge of it made me feel more emotionally attached.” then chuckled as you added, “Also, your fall was pretty hilarious.”

Daichi laughed as he recalled his fall. “It seems I fell for you again.” He joked to mask his embarrassment, then fell silent after realising his remark.

Your heart skipped a beat. In case he could hear your beating heart in the awkward silence, you quickly changed the topic, “What about you? What’s your favourite?” A moment of quiet later, Daichi declared, voice deep.

“…I enjoyed every moment with you.”

Surprised, you gaped at his direction. “Y/N,” Daichi voiced with resolve, “I really don’t wish for it to end like this.” He returned your gaze with sincerity.

“Will you give me another chance to be with you again?”

Kuroo Tetsurou:

“Boo!” A voice yelled as a tall figure jumped out abruptly from behind a wall, causing you to jolt in surprise. Rather annoyed and confused by the sudden jump scare, you snapped your head up to spot the face of the culprit. Your irritated expression morphed into one of bewilderment when the face of someone you did not expect came into view, “…Kuroo?”

Pairing a playful smirk with earnest eyes, he teased, “Missed me?” After taking a second to process the situation, you dropped your shoulders in resignation and sighed, “It’s been so long since we last saw each other, and you decide to pop out from nowhere like that?”

He chuckled and apologised, “My bad. I saw you at the mall earlier and wanted to talk to you… but I couldn’t resist the urge for a dramatic introduction.” You shook your head and asked, “So? What did you want to talk about?”

Upon his request to speak somewhere more private, the both of you decided on the benches at the nearby park. Strolling past an advertisement-filled bulletin board, you stopped in your tracks. Back then, the two of you often tried novel activities together, signing up for random classes that you both were new to, from advertisements like those on the bulletin board or online. You scanned the bulletin board, mentally noting the activities the two of you have participated in together before. Kuroo observed your scrutiny and began browsing the bulletin board too.

“Say, we’ve never signed up for couple yoga classes before, did we?” You questioned while peering at the poster. Kuroo followed your gaze to the yoga class poster, “Couple yoga classes?” He contemplated for a while before answering, “Don’t think so.”

As you reminisced the past, a wistful smile formed on your face. “Do you still remember first time we signed up for one of these classes? When we went kayaking?”

“And capsized because you were moving about too much? I don’t think I’ll ever forget that.” He teasingly grinned.

“Hey, it was my first time alright! Sports may not be my thing, but I also recall someone making a crooked vase in pottery class…” It was your turn to tease him. Embarrassed by the recollection of his failed flower vase, Kuroo cleared his throat and defended, “I guess everyone has their strengths and weaknesses…”

At his excuse, you could no longer hold your laughter back at how silly the both of you were being. Following your burst of laugh, Kuroo guffawed as well. Reflecting back on all the activities the two of you did reminded both of you of the times when you two were still together. Nostalgia overcame the two of you and the laughter died down slowly. The fond memories filled both of your minds and now, you both just wished things could go back to how it was before.

Kuroo took another glance at the yoga poster. “Build intimacy and trust while working out with your partner…” He read off the advertisement, “Sound interesting, doesn’t it? Maybe we should try it some time.” He casually suggested, eyes still glued to the poster.

Thinking it was a joke, you laughed and retorted, “Yeah, no. It’s exclusively for couples, see?” You pointed to the subtitles of the poster and continued, “I’m guessing the poses would be too intimate for non-couples. If we go together, they’re going to think we’re dating.”

Kuroo redirected his gaze from the poster to you and positioned himself to lean his back against the board, cocking his head to your direction. “Well, are you dating someone else right now?” He questioned as naturally as he could while attempting to hide the hopes he was holding onto. Averting his gaze, you hesitantly answered, “No… but still–”

“Then why not?”

You blinked before staring blankly at Kuroo, startled by his unexpected reply, “Wha–” But before you could respond, he cut you off again, “Shall we date again?”

You fell silent. Deep inside, you longed for it. You were dying to say ‘yes’ and return to the carefree days when the two of you were together. However, you were unsure if he was joking and did not want to get your hopes high for nothing.

“Stop messing around…” You managed to muster despite your wavering heart. Kuroo pushed himself off the wall and turned your body to face him, prompting you to look at him. “I’m not kidding.” He muttered, eyes softening slightly as he locked gaze with you. With a serious expression, he repeated, “Let’s date again, Y/N. That’s what I wanted to talk about.”

[lilyharvord]

marecal fic plz?🥺 it can be a one shot or anything at all I just need smth lol

Got What I Got

           Jason Aldean probably didn’t write Got What I Got for Tibarias “Cal” Calore VII but he did, so there’s that. No, I am not accepting different opinions on this fact. Also, this isn’t exactly Mare and Cal exclusively. I threw a little Iris in there because I love her and miss her. 

           I watch Mare’s eyes flint over my shoulder to the dais behind me for the tenth time since we started dancing. Normally, I wouldn’t be bothered by her paranoia. But given the fact that her hand is gripping my shoulder so tightly I’m surprised she doesn’t squeeze it out of the socket I do feel like something has to be done.

           When my arm is starting to get sore from her constant squeezing, I drop my chin to press a kiss to her temple and whisper in her ear, “don’t worry, the deepest pool of water Iris could throw me in is still shallow enough that I can sit in it and keep my head above water.”

           I pull away to with a cheeky grin, expecting her to at least try to hide a smile. When her eyes return to mine though, but there is no amusement in her glare.

           “That’s not funny Cal.” She hiss whispers before throwing her gaze back over my shoulder.

           Rolling my eyes, I glance over her head at the beautiful fountain I had been referring to. It spills water from multiple pools starting from the ceiling and trickling all the way down the floor. It’s actually quite beautiful, and perfectly befitting of a Nymph palace. “I thought it was pretty clever.” I admit before sliding my hand from her waist to her lower back to bring her closer to me. She continues to glower around me like she could strike Iris through the chest with her lightning without anyone noticing.

           “Don’t ruin this night for Evangeline, she worked hard to get us here.” I warn her as I smile at the Magnetron across the room. She sits at a decadent table nursing a glass of something golden and bubbly. Next to her, Elane chats sweetly with a Lakelander noble, who may or may not notice some papers missing in his office when Elane’s spies finish sweeping it. Not that it’s likely. Elane had hand-picked every operative for that part of her mission. On top of that, the man’s face was flushed silver from the wine. I doubt he was even going to remember Elane’s face in the morning, let alone a set of papers he had been given at lunch.

           “I told her I didn’t want us to go.” Mare growls when she turns her head to glare at Evangeline instead of me this time.

           Evangeline’s iron irises shine like her pewter dress as she raises her glass to us. Throwing her arm over the back of the chair and delicately splitting the metal of her skirt so that her leg flashes into existence while she crosses it, she looks remarkably like a cat toying with prey. Her lips curl up into a grin as she brings that glass to her lips and sips delicately.

I hope she doesn’t toast to anything too ridiculous. Last time she had toasted—quite loudly actually—at a dinner with Carmadon and our friends to bison, cattle and their fertility. Mare had choked on her wine and spit out the rest in her mouth, ruining a very nice white table cloth while Kilorn had laughed so loud the table across from us had turned around and glared at him. Carmadon had grinned wickedly though and raised his glass with Evangeline to drink to the toast. I hope she wasn’t toasting to something like that again, that’s the last thing we need luck with right now.

           “Even if she hadn’t made us come, I would have been required to go anyway.” I tease as I kiss the top of her head. One of the glittering pins in her hair presses into my lips as I do so. I plan to take my time picking each and every one out of that beautiful cornet when we get back to our rooms tonight.

           “I would have tied you to the bed so you couldn’t.” Mare grumbles, and that brings another smile to my lips that she must register because her shoulders tense.

           “Well I would have enjoyed that very much.”

           “You know that’s not—” she sighs, giving up with refuting me. Tipping her head back to scrutinize me, she says, “I don’t see why we have to be here.”

           “Part of being an abdicated king is proving to countries still struggling with the decision that my life is actually going quite well and that the States are prospering.” I spin her away from me before pulling her back into my embrace and closer than before. She melts into me, and for a moment, I debate pulling her behind one of the massive pillars lines one side of the room. The other side is floor to ceiling windows, opened to the magnificent full moon shining on the lake separating the States and the Lakelands. It feels odd to finally be on this side of it after standing on the other bank for so long.

Mare huffs as I press another kiss to her temple, deciding to stay out in the open for a little longer. “I think we’re doing very well. Iris hasn’t tried to kill me this week, and the loosened restrictions seem to be holding up.” I murmur against her hairline when she stil refuses to smile.

           “They hold up until we leave.” She grumbles before turning her head to glare at me from the side. “The same thing happened in Piedmont.”

           “Piedmont is harder. She’s made up of separate Prince States with very stubborn men ruling over them.”

           “Are you really inferring that women are less stubborn than men?”

           “Mare Molly Barrow, do you really think I would believe that after being with you this long?” I laugh quietly and get a rapier sharp smile from her in response.

           “Do you mind if I cut in?” A delicate, accented voice asks from behind me. Mare’s face pinches in too many places for me to determine if she’s furious or surprised. I glance down at a set of delicate brown eyes that glint up at me under the lights of the ballroom. I try to ignore how my stomach drops at the sight of them. The last time I had been close enough to see those eyes, they had been looking up at me from the deck of a war ship with enough fury to shred me to pieces.

           Mare squeezes my hand tight enough that I grimace and try to extract my hand unsuccessfully.

           Iris raises a well-manicured brow at us before smirking. “I’m here to test how good of a dance partner you are Tiberias. If we are to be working together in the future, I must know if you will step on my feet or crush them often.”

           I really hate political word play. It’s one thing I do not miss. “I don’t go by that name anymore.” I end up saying while looking down at the tips of my fingers that are slowly going grey in Mare’s crushing grip. “Cal is fine.” I say as I finally manage to pry her fingers off of mine.

           “One dance, I promise Barrow.” She throws in Mare’s direction with a little pout that is far too mocking to be genuine. When Mare doesn’t say anything, only sharpen her glare, Iris says, “A dog that bites and is possessive, interesting.” Her smile hints at an inside joke they might have, but Mare is far from amused.

           “As long as you also promise not to throw me in a bay again.” I snort when Mare crosses her arms and appears on the verge of ruining any treaties Evangeline may have created for us to set foot on Lakelander earth.

           Iris’s eyes widen at my words and it looks like she doesn’t understand my reference. Something flashes across her face though and she throws her head back to cackle. When she looks back down from the ceiling, her eyes shine dangerously. “No promises on that front.” She offers her hand and I dip my head respectfully before letting her slide her fingers into my palm.

           “It’s not funny Cal.” Mare jeers near my elbow, but gets a smirk from Iris as she saunters past.

           “If he can laugh about it, then I didn’t throw him hard enough.” Iris says over her shoulder before I can apologize to Mare. She pulls me into the center of the dance floor, and most of the other dancers pull away to give us a wide berth. I’m partially grateful for it. Anything we discuss will at least be semi-private now. The music cues up, and we stap into a frame that both of us know well. She’s taller than Mare, which means I don’t have to drop my shoulder as much for her to rest her hand there. Her other hand is perhaps just as calloused as mine. I always forget that she’s technically a warrior princess, and belongs on the battlefield as much as I do.

           Our steps our quick and measured, practically perfect. It’s a little jarring at first. But we adjust well to each other, like two experienced performers. Which I suppose, we are.

      ��    “You’re a better partner than most of the irritating men here tonight.” She sighs, breaking the silence while she waves the hand resting on my shoulder. “Certainly a better dance partner than your brother.”

           A pang of sorrow rushes from my chest to my stomach. It’s not as sharp as it used to be, but it still aches all the same. Iris must see it flash across my face because her expression softens a fraction.

“Apologies, that was crass.” She tilts her head to the side so the silky hair not tied into her updo brushes against my hand resting on her lower back. “But I’m sure you can understand that my despair doesn’t run quite as deep as your own.”  

           “I wouldn’t expect it to.” I murmur, turning my eyes away from her. Pushing Maven far from my mind, I try focus on her face when I bring my eyes back. She is very lovely, but she has the same cunning look in her eye that Maven always had. They would have made a good match—a formidable one--if he hadn’t been chasing Mare still. While she does apologize for her comment, I have a feeling it was actually a probe, a means of testing me and the waters. “Maven was always a better dancer than me though.”

           She raises a brow at my words, but thankfully doesn’t comment. She shrugs her shoulders and turns her eyes over my shoulder as we continue to move in our tiny box. The music shifts into a delicate, flowing melody and she shifts her movements in response. I suppose it’s fitting that she dances like water, with each move flowing into the next like the fountain behind us.

           “What are your thoughts on the changes in restrictions?” I ask, hoping to end the silence between us again.

           “You certainly cut to the chase unlike him, I’ll let you know that.” She shakes her head, but there is no amusement in the smile she gives me. “That’s probably for the best though, Mare Barrow does not strike me as a woman that likes to mince words.”

           “No she doesn’t.” I admit. “Which is good, because it keeps me honest.”

           “Perhaps we all need a bit of that.” Iris draws her lips into a line, and sets her eyes on Mare who has finally sat down at the table with Evangeline. While Evangeline appears to be having a good time trying to pester her, Mare hasn’t taken her eyes off of us. I wonder if she can read our lips from that far away.

           Iris sighs again. “Forgive me for asking such a personal question, but what exactly is it about her that made you and your brother trip over your own two feet like bad drunks?”

           I stiffen in surprise, and she turns a quirked brow on me when I twist my lips and reply. “I wouldn’t say—”

           “She turned the two of you into love sick puppies. Forgive me if I’m a little confused how two young men that seemed perfectly in control of their inhibitions lost them when she walked through a door—”

           “I don’t have an answer for you—”

           “--Evangeline Samos I could understand. She’s stunning, as is her lover. There are a number of other Nortan girls that I’ve seen that also are very eye catching. So why this one Red girl?”

           I almost stop dancing so the full force of my scowl can reach her. “She tried to pickpocket me when I first met her.”

           Iris blinks at me, waiting for me to elaborate or perhaps laugh at what she might think is a joke. When I don’t do either, she frowns. “You’re serious.”

           “She was unlike anyone I’d ever met.”

           “I’ll say. I don’t know many who would try and pickpocket a prince.”

           “She didn’t know I was a prince.”

           Iris’s frown deepens, before her lips twist to the side in disgust. “Never mind, I don’t want to know anymore.”

           “She made me want to be a better man.” I amend, earning her attention again. Shrugging lightly I say, “She treated me like anyone else, as if I was like everyone else. A part of me had always wanted that I suppose.”

           The music dies around us, and the dancers applaud lightly. Tilting her head to the side again, as if listening to the sound, Iris considers my words.

           “I think she did the same for Maven. Or he may have seen a kindred spirit in her. I’m not quite sure.” I shake my head, before spotting Mare as she approaches us. I give her a little smile, assuring her that everything is fine. A couple steps in her path, forcing her to find a different route and buys me and Iris more time.

           Iris turns to glance at her as well, but loses her in the crowd at the same moment that I do. “You do not regret anything?” She asks aloud.

           “No.” I answer immediately. Maybe a few years ago, I would have hesitated and tried to sort through whatever emotions that question brought up. But I haven’t been tangled in that complicated web in a long time.

           Iris nods once, then twice. “Then I suppose I like the eases in the restrictions.” She says as a flash of lilac purple near her elbow announces Mare. She appears at Iris’s side before setting her hand on my arm. I give her a small smile and take her free hand before turning back to Iris with the same smile.

           “I’m glad to hear it.”

           Nodding once more, she tilts her head respectfully. I nudge Mare lightly as I dip my head as well. Taking the hint, Mare bobs in a quick curtsey before staring openly at Iris with a confused glare when she leaves.

           “What did she say?” Mare demands as soon as the Princess of the Lakelands is out of earshot.

           “Just asked me about things. But she did mention that she didn’t plan to throw me in any bays anymore.” I smile even as Mare sends a strong enough jolt of electricity up my arm that my heart skips a beat.

           “It’s not funny, so stop joking about that.”

           “Alright that was the last time, promise.” I say as I pull my hand away to set it on my heart and hold my other hand up.

           Mare snorts, clearly uncertain, before smirking. “Swear on your colors.” She pokes at my chest to enunciate each word. I catch her finger and pull her toward me so quickly she squeaks as her feet slide across the floor.

           “I swear on my colors that it’s the last time.” I whisper as I give her the one smile I know she can’t resist. It’s my only weapon against the arsenal she commands against me. She doesn’t have to really try where I am concerned. Even when she is sleeping or simply sitting in the window box watching the snow fall outside, a part of me is crushed by her. She strikes me though, with and without her lightning by simply existing.

         Playfully batting my face away, she laughs lightly, her mood finally breaking like a storm that was about to boil over into a hurricane. When she stops struggling against my hold and simply grins up at me, I allow myself another opportunity to drink her in. Under the lights, the purple strands of her hair almost blend into the dark chocolate of her hair, and her eyes shine like glass.

         “I will never want anything but you.” I admit quietly to her. Her cheeks flush red and she blinks in surprise before cupping my cheek softly.

         “I know.” She press onto her toes to kiss the underside of my jaw before I drop my chin further to complete the kiss.

[jettingtothemoon]

walking in on you watching porn - bnha headcanons pt 2

characters: dabi, shigaraki, eraserhead, all might, hawks, tamaki

just waltzes into your room without a care in the world

when he realises you haven’t noticed him he’ll just lean against the door frame and fold his arms over his chest

raises an eyebrow as you somehow still fail to notice that he’s even there

with a smirk, he’ll clear his throat to let you know he’s there

it will make you jump out of your skin and slam your laptop shut

“i- um.“ you’ll gulp, trying to come up with an excuse

“want me to show you something better than porn?“

of course, you don’t even hesitate to accept that offer

will come in pretty much be the same as dabi

absolutely just stands there quietly and watches you like a little creep

doesn’t even let you know he’s there

honestly, he couldn’t care less and he would have left you to it but he does need to speak to you

when he shifts on his feet, signalling that he’s been there for a while, you’ll  finally notice him, freak out and throw the laptop to the end of your bed

“omg, tomura! how long have you been there?“

you look a little angry but he just shrugs and walks into your room

“what? it’s just porn.”

“so it’s okay for you to just stand there and observe me while i watch porn?“

he just hums and sits at the end of your bed

so you sigh, “what do you want?”

he’ll explain what he came to tell you

but, once he’s done he won’t leave

nor will he bring up the porn again

he’ll just come and lie next to you, eventually resting his head on your chest so you can play with his hair

you would have asked him to leave so you could resume what you were doing but you already knew he was too comfy and lazy to move now

so, you just sat with him between your legs and turned your laptop back on

shigaraki wasn’t going anywhere but that didn’t mean his presence was going to interrupt you further

this man is going to enjoy every second of catching you in the act

he comes home a little earlier than you expected

and when he can't locate you in the living room, he goes to the bedroom

before he even gets there he can hear the moans coming from your laptop and raises an eyebrow

he opens the door with a smirk and leans against the frame

"so this is what you do when i'm not home?"

you just sigh, accepting being caught all too easily, and don't even pause the video when you look up at him

"well, i've got to keep myself occupied somehow."

he just chuckles lowly at your remark and walks into the room

you pat the bed beside you, welcoming him with a kiss when he sits down beside you

"did you want to keep watching that or get to the real thing?"

you just slam your laptop shut and put it on the floor beside the bed

and reach out for him, pulling him to you

will cough up blood the moment he opens the door an realises what’s going on

which makes you jump

you’ll quickly try and cover your tracks but you know the damage is done

“w-welcome home toshi...“

but he’s a little softie for you and will go along with the whole ‘nothing happened’ thing

“u-um yeah, hi.“

although, like you, he does a terrible job at it

he’s lowkey happy that you’re at least having fun when he’s not home

but also starting to fill with self doubt because maybe you needed something more than him

he’s been lacking in confidence on a lot of things since he retired after all

which you know so you’re quick to reassure him that you don’t need porn when you have him

which you do by inviting him to the bed

he splutters again but joins you nonetheless

as soon as he walks into the room he will turn around on his heels to face the door

although his face is littered with a smirk and he really has no intention of leaving anytime soon

which, unfortunately, you are well aware of

“sorry to um, interrupt, y/n.“

you can hear him trying so hard not to make a remark about what you were doing while he wasn’t home

the cheeky shit just starts to kick off his shoes whilst he waits for your go ahead to join you

“so... are you gonna leave me waiting over here or?“

you just sigh and put the laptop down, beckoning him over as you patted on the bed beside you

of course, he just jumps you straight away, clearly just needing you after such a long day at work

this bby turns and faces the already closed door the moment it shuts behind him

he’s too awkward to just run out on you, plus his way of running away isn’t actually to run away but to hide with his face to the wall

he just kind of stands there, so still that it was as if he was hoping you somehow hadn’t seen him

“tamaki?” you’d ask, putting your laptop to the side as you get up to greet him

“um... hi?“ he speaks awkwardly, anxiety already getting to him even as your soft footsteps approach

he still doesn’t move or turn around when you reach him, placing a hand on his shoulder

you sigh and lean against his back, snaking your hands around his waist

“sorry, i should have locked the door or warned you or something.“ you apologise because you know he hates being in awkward situations like this

he relaxes slightly, even allowing himself to lean into your touch

“it’s okay though, really. i don’t mind you coming in while i’m... you know.“

then, you grow a little daring

“um... do you wanna maybe watch it together?“

as shy and awkward as he is, he doesn’t refuse when you take his hand and slowly pull him over to your bed

he will watch it with you, blushing the whole time but it won’t go further than that

at least, not the first time

[khaotic-kitsunes]

Game Night

Mafia boss fatgum for the fucking win!!

Cheeky Kitsune 🦊💋

 You let out a gasp as Taishiro pinned you to the wall in his office, his hot mouth pressing against your own demandingly while his hands roamed your body, quickly dipping down to grab your arse roughly.

 Wanton moans fell desperately from your ravaged lips as you grabbed a hold of his fluffy hair, tugging him closer while he lifted your much smaller form up from the floor; his larger body pressing up against yours to create a friction that had you whimpering into the air-deprived kiss.

 “Look at you, whimpering like this for me” Taishiro smirked lazily as his lips brushed against your own, his husky voice vibrating against your swollen and sensitive flesh. An underlying message laying hidden in the low pitch of his voice, a promise of all the things he could do to you without so much as to laying a finger on you; a promise that had you shuddering in anticipation.

 “Mm, I can only imagine what you’ll sound like when you let me have my way with you, baby girl…”

 ~  ~  ~ ~  ~

   “Hey, (Name)!”

   You hummed quietly at the sound of having been addressed by the person beside you, your mind only partially acknowledging them while you tried desperately to cling to the daydream that had been burning away the time you had yet to kill until your next errand. Unfortunately, your efforts to keep the imagery alive within your mind failing as the splendid scenario slipped from your grasp, reversing into the depths of your overly active imagination.

   “(Name). The big guy wants to see ya.”

   Your entire body jolted at his words, causing your attention to snap back to your current surroundings, the boring scenery putting a damper on your mood until you took in the words spoken to you. You couldn’t stop your jaw from dropping as you turned to look at Eijiro, the usually chirpy new-members face holding a vaguely serious air about it, shooting pure adrenaline down your spine.

 The big guy. Known as ‘Fatgum’ by most others and Taishiro Toyomitsu to those closest to him, his adopted family per se, his very own mafia.

 “He wants to see me? Me? What did I do?” You squeaked out softly, somehow managing to close your mouth while Eijiro shrugged his shoulders, glancing towards the game room that Taishiro would frequent when he wasn’t hauled up in his office, dealing with the situations his members would get themselves into.

 “Not sure, but he’s in there and he said he wants to see you” Eijiro explained, jutting his thumb towards the game room that Taishiro was currently residing in. You were almost positive you hadn’t done anything to warrant any bad attention from the somewhat terrifying mafia boss, but at the same time; it was never good to be called in to see him alone and even if you had never been called in personally like that, with no one else in the room, you had heard the rumours of what happened to those that had been.

 “Now?” You questioned meekly, chewing on your bottom lip nervously as you glanced towards the closed door to the game room, knowing who awaited your presence on the other side.

 “Yep, if it helps, I don’t think it’s like with other times he’s called people in. He seemed pretty relaxed, he’s just playing some pool” He added, offering up a smile in an attempt to calm your obvious nerves and for some reason, it worked. Not completely but enough to let you nod your head in acknowledgement before standing up, your drink left forgotten at the table.

 “Right…here’s hoping I didn’t fuck up” You gulped as you wandered towards the game room, thankful it wasn’t such a long walk; for some reason you had picked a table reasonably close to the game room to relax at. A choice you knew you wouldn’t make again if things went south.

   “Come in (Name), don’t linger at the door!”

   You flinched at his shout, quickly opening the door to the game room so that you weren’t agitating Taishiro more than he already was, if he was; it was hard to tell, you had been lucky enough not to have experienced that side of him yet.

 Actually, you had put in a lot of effort specifically to avoid getting in his bad books.

   “You’re nervous.”

   It wasn’t a question, instead, a statement. He was reading you like a book and he hadn’t even moved from his spot at the pool table, the soft clicks of the pool balls signalling the relaxed nature of the room. Though it didn’t help you relax all that much.

 “I…I guess so” You stuttered out softly, reaching behind you to shut the door to the room when Taishiro motioned for you to do so; apparently, he wanted some privacy for whatever reason he called you into the room.

 “I don’t need you to guess. I can tell” He glanced up at you as you spoke, golden eyes staring right through you and to your soul, it felt like you were unable to hide anything from him and truthfully, you would agree with that. Hiding anything from Taishiro was out of the question.

 “I was hoping you wouldn’t be so nervous because things aren’t looking good for you now, (Name).” He sighed, standing to his full height and placing the pool cue on the table, towards the side where it couldn’t bump the balls out of place.

 “U-Um…I don’t understand” You paused when he held up his hand, instantly silencing anything you might have had to say; apparently, he wasn’t interested in your lack of understanding of the situation.

 “I don’t want to hear your excuses. I want to know why you, a member of this gang for years, has decided to betray me” Taishiro demanded, narrowing his eyes as he approached you, his entire being completely and utterly intimidating.

 “Wait, wait, wait, I would never…I, boss, I wouldn’t” You stuttered out as he stopped in front of you, one of his large hands coming up to grab your chin, his thumb pressing into your bottom lip; silencing you.

 “Do you know how many times I’ve heard those words? How many people have stood in front of me and lied through their teeth?” He demanded quietly, his grip on your chin tightening ever-so-slightly; though you weren’t sure if he was hiding his anger or showing it to you. He was a man that liked control, so either way, it worked in his favour.

 “But…I know the truth” He paused, chuckling quietly to himself before leaning down to stare deeply into your eyes, his thumb brushing over your lip gently; his entire demeanour now relaxed and non-threatening.

 “The…the truth?” You frowned in confusion as he stepped away from you, motioning you to the pool table while he moved to set it up once again. It was strange, confusing and you weren’t entirely sure what was going on anymore.

 “Yes, the truth. Now come here, have a game with me…relax a little (Name). I won’t bite” He grinned as he spoke, glancing over at you while your cheeks flushed in embarrassment, your thoughts already spiralling out of control despite what had almost occurred.

 “Unless you want me to that is” He added, looking back towards the pool table while you wandered over slowly, still partially on guard. You didn’t dare deny nor agree to his little remark, it seemed he could read you like a book; which meant he likely knew the answer already.

 “Now. I had someone come to me earlier, came with proof of you getting up to no-good behind my back” Taishiro sighed deeply as he held out a pool cue towards you, reaching for another for himself, seemingly agitated with the newly started conversation.

 “Don’t panic, I’ve already looked into it. I doubted it from the beginning…you’re one of my oldest companions (Name). You joined when it was just a couple of us, I’d be an idiot to believe such convenient proof” He muttered out, tapping his fingers against the pool table quietly, his eyes glued to your every move, watching and judging.

 “You used to tease me back then too” You pointed out quietly, fiddling with the pool cue in your hands; if you were honest with yourself, you should have thought of that. That he would try and tease you, because, while you had stayed out of his bad books from the beginning, he had taken to tricking you every now and then. An unamusing little hobby of his.

 “You used to hang around me much more back then” He added, swiping his hand toward the table in a motion for you to be the one to break, his piercing gaze leaving little to no room for argument; you had to break!

 “Yeah, well…the gang got bigger” You muttered, positioning yourself at the end of the pool table, leaning down to make the shot that he had so graciously insisted you take. While it was a little easier to relax, chatting with him like this, it wasn’t a conversation you really wanted to have.

 “I always had, no, no. That isn’t right, I always have time for you. If you think any different then you don’t know me as well as I thought you did” He frowned as he watched you, fingers tapping against the pool table faster than before, a tell-tale trait of the agitation that was building within him.

 “I know you always have time for me” You paused, taking the shot he had demanded of you, a relieved smile spreading across your lips when you made the shot, only just barely avoiding a mistake that would have Taishiro tease you relentlessly.

 “But, I didn’t want you to be distracted by me. Everything was getting so serious, it seemed easier to just…let you focus on your family”

   “You’re a part of that family.”

   His blunt statement made you blink in surprise, your eyes darting up to meet his frustrated gaze, golden eyes hiding a storm within them. You knew he was serious about his gang being family to him, a man that had once wandered around with no one, but usually he would say it with a grin, or at the very least; a smile.

 “I know…” You trailed off, unsure of how else to answer him. Though it hadn’t been a question, it felt like you needed to answer him; like he needed to know that you were aware of the fact.

 “They called you new.” He clenched his teeth, turning his head to look away from you as he spoke, the agitation that had built up so quickly inside of him beginning to surface while you took a hesitant step towards him. Feeling braver than you probably should have.

 “What? Why does that matter?” You froze when he looked at you, slamming the pool cue in his hand down onto the table, shaking it with the force used and making you jump in response; your own pool cue falling to the floor loudly.

 Even if you had been working for Taishiro in this sort of business for years, you still weren’t entirely used to sudden and unexpected noises.

   “Why does that matter? Seriously, (Name)?!”

   You nodded silently, watching him as his anger seemed to only grow, the temper he was famous for in the area rearing its ugly head.

 “Because you’ve been here for years but they assumed you were new, an easy target, based off of how you acted around me! How the fuck is that meant to make me feel?” He demanded, glaring down at you before reaching out and grabbing your wrist firmly; not enough to hurt you but enough to drag you out of his game room and into the main area of the building, silencing any noise that had been going on.

   “Raise your hand if you think she’s new to our family!”

   You gulped nervously as hand upon hand went into the air, the only hands that stayed down were the ones belonging to those that were around before even you were. Them and the newest member Eijiro, who was strangely enough, looking to the side with a sheepish look on his face.

 “Do you see?” He bit out, turning to glare down at you with a fire burning deep within his gaze, his anger not yet settled while the people in the room looked around in confusion; none of them having any idea why their boss had asked such a question.

 “Barely five people know who you are, everyone thinks you’re new!” He opened his mouth to say more but quickly chose to remain silent, instead pulling you back into his game room; slamming the door shut once you were inside. Nothing else he had to say was for them to hear, or so you guessed. Taishiro was a hard man to figure out.

 “I don’t understand why that’s such an issue” You mumbled softly, puffing up your cheeks while managing to pull your arm free of his grasp, the statement seeming to shock him, if only a little.

 “I don’t understand how clueless you can be!” He snapped, moving back over to the pool table and leaning against it, his arms crossing over his chest while his eyes remained glued to you, searching for something you couldn’t quite work out.

 “If this has been bothering you so much, then why haven’t you said anything before now?” You let out a sigh, leaning back against the door and allowing yourself to sink down to your butt, staring up at him with a mix of curiosity and frustration. You simply couldn’t understand why he had called you in here, if it was to fight about something so stupid, then you wanted to know so you could leave him to his temper tantrum.

 “Because I wanted you to do something about it. Not because I interfered but because you wanted to” He explained, his voice surprisingly calmer than before, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly.

 “If I said something, you’d just fix it to please me and that isn’t what I wanted” He added, pushing himself off of the pool table, slowly making his way towards you; though his height was even more intimidating from your current position on the floor. Something you had never considered before now.

 “Are we done?” You looked away as you spoke, avoiding his gaze as best as you could, afraid of what he might notice if he stared for too long; it was the last thing you needed right now.

 “No. We aren’t done.” He let out a quiet sigh, holding his hand out to you, offering you a hand up that you probably needed since your knees were already starting to hurt. Not that you would admit to that aloud anytime soon.

 “Why? What have I done now?” You pouted as you grasped his hand, a slight squeal escaping you when he pulled you up to your feet suddenly, causing you to fall into his larger body; though he was kind enough to steady you so that you didn’t fall back down to the ground.

 “Started a game” He chuckled as he spun you around to face the pool table, his large hand lingering on the small of your back; even going as far as to give you a gentle nudge in the direction of the table. It seemed he wanted an actual game of pool.

 “You’ve got to be kidding me…” You trailed off as he walked past you, reaching down to pick up the pool cue you had dropped earlier, holding it out towards you until you took it from him.

 “Does it look like I’m kidding, (Name)?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow as you smacked the pool cue into his arm lightly, enough to show him that you were kidding around; hopefully enough to mitigate his anger.

 “Shut up and take your shot” You huffed out, looking away as he flashed you a grin, moving to line up his shot on the pool table. As much as you hated to admit it, Taishiro had been right in a way, you probably should have been upset that everyone assumed you were the new girl; but at the same time, you were fine with how things were.

 Avoiding Taishiro had been your only means of escaping your feelings for him.

   “You never did say the reason why you were avoiding me.”

   You frowned as you moved towards the pool table, making quick work of the balls before stepping back away from the table, trying your best to avoid looking at him in the most casual way possible.

 “(Name). Answer me…” Taishiro grabbed your arm, gentler than before and pulled you back towards the pool table, pressing you up against it while he moved to stand in front of you; caging you in by placing his hands against the table.

 “I did too, you even responded…angrily but you did” You mumbled softly, chewing on your bottom lip while he leant down slowly, his lips inches away from your own. Apparently, he wasn’t going to go away until he got what he wanted.

 “The truth, baby girl. I want the truth” He clarified, chuckling quietly when he noticed your reaction to what he had said, though you got the feeling he knew it was because of the sudden nickname. One he hadn’t called you in years, not since you had first joined his ‘family’.

 “And if you say it was the truth, I’m going to skip the pleasantries and drag it out of you the hard way” He warned, his voice low and serious, making you squirm beneath him, not quite used to this side of Taishiro. At least, you weren’t used to the real Taishiro being like this, the Taishiro of your fantasies was similar, actually, if you were being honest the Taishiro of your fantasies was even more intense.

 “…It…wasn’t a lie?” You whispered, mentally kicking yourself at the fact your words had sounded more like a question than a statement, well aware that Taishiro would pick up on that. He was not a stupid man.

 “(Name). Look at me.” He instructed firmly, making you gulp and peek up at him nervously, his heated gaze stirring up several emotions you would have preferred to have left buried.

 “You’re lying…” He paused, reaching up to brush his thumb over your cheek gently, distracting you just enough so that you didn’t register the fact that he had dipped his head just enough to capture your lips in a deep, demanding kiss.

 “And I’m sure you’re aware of how much I hate it when people lie to me” He chuckled, biting at your lower lip before leaning back, watching your face as you tried to process what had just happened.

 “That…isn’t the reaction I’d expect from someone who hates being lied to” You mumbled, still wide-eyed from the kiss, your fingers moving to touch the lip he had bitten. You weren’t quite sure what to think, but one thing you did know was that you liked it.

 “I’m sure” He reached up to stroke your cheek tenderly, grinning the moment you dropped your fingers away from your lips, quickly stealing yet another kiss from you, slower than the first; even allowing you to move your arms around him, pulling him closer.

  ~  ~ ~  ~  ~

    You let out a quiet moan as you allowed Taishiro to bend you over the large pool table that occupied his game room, your simple and modest dress already hiked up to your hips with your favourite lacy panties around your ankles. A sight that you were certain had Taishiro aching to be inside of you, especially with how the last time you tried this ended up.

   “Dripping already, (Name)?”

   He grinned as he spoke, thick fingers rubbing over your drenched folds while you peeked back at him; your cheeks hot with embarrassment. It didn’t matter to you that he had seen you like this before, in this very same position; you still weren’t used to the idea of doing this with him. A mafia boss.

 “You embarrassed like this baby? Cause ya shouldn’t be” He chuckled as he brushed his fingers over your clit teasingly, making you gasp out quietly, anticipation your worst enemy; leaving you vulnerable to his sudden touches.

 “Well who wouldn’t be embarrassed like this?” You questioned with a huff, the last time you had been in this room with him, he had been ‘punishing’ you. The problem? Someone had walked in on the two of you; just as Taishiro was about to fill you with his thick cock and while the thought of it made your mouth water, you had no desire what-so-ever to be caught like that. Ever. Again.

   “You know, it could’ve been worse”

   You frowned as he spoke, a dangerous curiosity sparking within you. Worse? You couldn’t imagine it. The situation had been horrifying, there was absolutely no way it could have been worse in your mind.

 Before you had a chance to question him about what he had meant, you found yourself crying out his name in surprise while he pushed the head of his thick, throbbing cock inside of you.

 You were by no means, a virgin; however, Taishiro was a big man. Standing at 8’2” tall with a dick that was basically turning you into a spit-roast. It was a tight fit and even then, you weren’t actually sure he was completely inside of you yet.

 “I could’ve kept going, fucked you right here, in front of him. Made you squeal and bounce on my dick” He chuckled at the idea of it while his hands brushed over your hips faintly, his touch almost tender as he tried to figure out how he was going to do this.

 “You don’t fit me” He frowned as he spoke, moving his hands to your arse, spreading your cheeks as much as possible while he jerked his hips; making you cry out at the movement. You could feel it, you were full and yet he wasn’t inside of you completely yet; he didn’t even have to say anything. You knew that by the end of the night, he would be buried balls deep inside of you.

   “Taishiro?”

   He lifted his gaze to you at the sound of your whimper, a low hum building in the pit of his chest; he could see it already. Your concern, but he didn’t exactly let it bother him, you would enjoy it soon enough.

 “Don’t worry, (Name), it isn’t a problem” He flashed you a wicked grin, his fingers digging into your arse roughly while he pulled himself out of you slowly, starting a steady yet harsh pace.

 Each thrust of his hips had you whimpering out a moan, your entire body rocking into the pool table while Taishiro attempted to fill you completely with his dick and to an extent, it was working. Your body was adjusting to him and you were beginning to loosen around him, your walls hot and welcoming instead of tight and uncomfortable.

 It was a feeling he wouldn’t trade for anything else in the world.

   “(Name), how you going? Think you can take a bit more?”

   He littered your neck in feather-light kisses, his hips still moving at a harsh pace, constantly filling you with his dick; though he still wasn’t inside of you completely yet. Not yet, soon though if his plan worked.

 “Just do it. I know what you want to do Taishiro” You moaned out, pressing against the pool table while you tried to grind yourself back onto his dick more, the movement sending a faint, stinging pain through your body and up your spine. You didn’t particularly care at this stage though, he felt good inside of you and you wanted all of him, you wanted him to be able to bury every inch of his dick inside of you and it wasn’t going to happen without a little bit of discomfort.

 “Hold on tight then” He warned, giving you a second to grab onto the edge of the pool table properly before he lifted your hips, his grip tight as he pulled out of you completely; the very tip of his dick rubbing up against your folds teasingly.

 You screamed out his name a moment later, when he pulled you back onto his aching cock at the same time he thrust his hips forwards, not stopping until you were a panting mess on top of the pool table; every inch of him buried inside of your much smaller frame.

   “Fuck…”

   You shuddered at the sound of his growl of pleasure, instead whining softly at how full you felt in that moment; it hadn’t hurt like you had expected, but it wasn’t comfortable either. Your body was slowly adjusting to the complete size of him, the only problem was that it was too slow. Taishiro was already pressing you down into the pool table, his hips moving hard and fast while he bit over your soft skin, leaving you unable to do much more than gasp and choke on your moans beneath him.

 “You know you’re mine, right?” He bit at your ear as he spoke, grunting and groaning with each thrust, the sounds drowning out your choked-out noises, yet still only just barely audible over the loud squelching of his dick pushing into your warm body.

 “You accepted me, letting me fuck you like this (Name)…you knew right? Tell me you knew” He groaned low, burying his face against your neck while his hips bucked hard, his dick constantly rubbing against your spot and making you see stars, stuttered out whimpers spilling from your lips while you tried desperately to stay conscious.

   “Y-Yes, I knew. I knew, I knew I was giving in to you!”

   Your stuttered out cries of bliss made him grin, pushing you up onto the pool table entirely while he leaned over your body, continuously burying himself into you until you were screaming out his name at the top of your lungs; your walls clamping down around him, clenching desperately as you rode out your orgasm.

 It wasn’t long before Taishiro’s hips went still, his hot seed spilling into your body while he groaned out your name, his grip on your hips finally loosening enough for him to see the light bruises he had left behind.

   “Good.”

   You gasped when Taishiro pulled out of you, rolling you onto your back so that you were staring up at him, a thin layer of sweat covering your body, strands of hair clinging to your skin and making you look irresistible.

 Taishiro was prouder than he would ever say aloud; he had been the one to do this to you, the one to turn you into such a mess.

 “Because from now on, I’m going to fuck you senseless whenever I get the chance. You’re going to be my queen and my little slut all at once” He grinned widely as he spoke, enjoying the way your eyes widened and your cheeks flushed; it was a sight he would burn into his memory.

 In that moment, you were his perfection.

[passionate-hedgehog]

Impasse pt 2

Impasse is a 3-part series revolving around Reader entering society in Regency-Era London. Completely inspired by me binging the entirety of Bridgerton in less than 24 hours, Impasse will end with either Duke Damien Haas x Reader, or Courtney Miller x Reader.

Pt 2.

Pairings: Eventual Damien Haas x Reader, Eventual Courtney Miller x Reader

Warnings: None

Word: 2187

A/N: I know that my masterlist links arent working. If you try to use it, and things dont go where you want them to take you...well...I warned you. I’m turning this into a 4 part fic. There’s no way I can comfortably fit what I want into 3 separate sections. Part 3 will be out when this hits 15 notes! Thank you to everyone that liked and interacted with the first part. And thank you to the fans of my toher works. I love all of you omg. Enjoy ♥

Chapter Summary: The social Season has officially begun. Deals are being made amongst friends and old flames are fanning. Will there be any sparks igniting as well?

“What do you suspect he wants to talk about?” After the morning activities with Lord Haas in the drawing-room, Y/n and her handmaid found themselves busy with average daily activities.  

Caroline’s expression was nonplussed as she stared at the back of Y/n’s head. The women were preparing Y/n for bed. The latter was in her chair as the housemaid brushed through her hair.

“Why must you give me that look every time I open my mouth?”

“Why must such ridiculous things come out of your mouth every time you open it?”

They discovered Shayne in his favorite study, books littering the desk he occupied. Y/n would always ask him when he planned on attending university but the young man tended to reply with something akin to “that’s not for me”. The young woman didn’t understand. She knew how smart her twin was, how clever he could be given the situation. Mayhaps one day he’d see the things he could accomplish.

“To what do I owe this visit?” The fair-haired man asked as his sister sat at the opposite side of his desk. A rather thick tome set open before him while his right hand held a fountain pen to sheets of parchment.

Y/n perched her arms along the length of the armrests and sat comfortably. “I thought I might see what you’re up to. But I find that you’re doing nothing different than normal. When are you going to talk to Father about university?”

Shayne restraint from rolling his eyes visible as he went back to his books, and scratching at the parchment. “When are you going to talk to me about Courtney?”

“What? That has nothing to do with...Shayne. My favorite twin, you could be doing so many more things if you were off to study. Collegiately.”

This caused the young man to sigh. “Y/n-,”

“I’m being serious here, Shayne. You’re in here, every day, reading and writing. It’s almost a different book a week. Sometimes, your nose is in a book about far-off adventures in distant lands and sometimes it’s about the history and tragedies of the lands around us. Look that book right there.” She motioned to the collection of parchment before Shayne. “I gather that one is not Shakespeare. What is it? The history of France?”  

Shayne lowered his head back to the pages before putting his pen back on the parchment, not meeting his sister’s eyes. “Spain, as a matter of fact.”

Y/n held a blank countenance. 

“I’m trying my hand at the Spanish language. Does that quell your curiosity?”

Y/n smirked. “You’re just proving my point.”

“I’ll make you a deal,” The young man laid his fountain pen on the parchment and clasped his hands together before leaning forward. “I’ll talk to Father about university if you read and respond to Courtney’s letter..”

The young woman grumbled and stood up from her chair. “Suddenly, I have a desire for some poetry. Caroline, I’ll be in the library. I’ll call for you if I need you.”

The handmaid nodded from where she stood by the fireplace, her hands clasped in front of her as Y/n walked to the door. “Of course.”

Y/n turned one last glance to her twin before exiting the room and found Caroline in the chair Y/n’s ownself just left. The handmaid was smiling at Shayne as he talked. The rosy tint to Caroline’s cheeks as the man laughed sparked Y/n’s curiosity yet still managed to make her smile. It was cute if she had to be honest. The handmaid had the tendency, lately, to be quieter than usual. While yes, Caroline was well-mannered and modest, it was different when Shayne was around. Had it just been the two women, Caroline could be witty. Y/n enjoyed that in the handmaid. It was refreshing and reminded her of a long-lost friend.

“For Heaven’s sake, Courtney. You’re not even here but you’re still here.” The young woman fiddled with a woven bracelet made from brightly colored twine.

“Y/n?” A voice called from next to her as her hand was on the doorknob to the library.

“Oh, Lord Haas! I did not realize you were here.” Y/n peered behind her companion and to her own left and right, in case she missed any other person.

“It’s just me. And please, call me Damien. We’ve known each other since we were young, back when we had all of our friends amongst us.” The duke gave a gentle pleading look. 

“I was a tad cheeky back then. I wasn’t going to call you by any title.”

Damien cocked an eyebrow and smirked. “You’re still a tad cheeky to this day. Am I wrong?”

Y/n’s matched his smirk before opening the door to the library and making her way inside. A witty remark was caught in her throat when her eyes caught someone standing next to the nearest shelving of books.

“Court-Courtney?” Her hand slipped off of the knob of the door. “What are you doing here?”

The light-haired woman bit her lip. “I wanted to visit. You never responded to any of my letters. I thought...I thought maybe something had happened.”

“You...I can’t...Excuse me.” The young woman turned around in haste and scurried away. She found herself in the empty kitchen trying to breathe through what just happened.

Good going. You’re such a coward.

“I’m such a coward.”

“No, you’re not.” Damien had followed her into the cooking area. He led her to a chair and guided her to sit. “Some refreshment might make it better?”

Y/n watched her old friend as he went about collecting items. She noticed how at ease he seemed going through her icebox and cupboards. How expertly he sliced up fruit. She couldn’t help but notice how handsome he looked in his livery, as well, but there was enough going on inside of her head. Damien approached the table with a modest platter and placed it in the center of the table before he sat himself in a chair across from her.

“I figure that some soft cheese might do some good as well as figs and berries. I hope they comfort you the way they do me.” He had gestured towards the food.

Y/n gave a thankful nod before reaching for a bite. “Thank you, Damien. This means very much to me.”

The man grabbed fig and brie, biting into them. “If you need to talk, I’m all ears. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, of course. But I’m here.”

Y/n fidgeted with a slice of fig fruit. She mentally weighed her options before speaking again. “I haven’t seen Courtney in over a year. We got into an argument...about the things she wanted to do and where she wanted to be in life. I regret it. I regret it every day. I let our relationship ...decay...because I didn’t approve of what she wanted to do.”

“She wanted to work with horses, right? And entertain? That’s where she’s been this whole time?” Damien bit into some brie.

“I was treating her like she was someone like me. Someone that already had their life plans laid out for them. She was able to choose what she wanted in life.”

The young man studied Y/n’s face. “Y/n, were you...jealous that she had such an opportunity to live a dream that you tried burning bridges with her? She was your best friend. That had to be a hard decision to make.”

“It’s about more than that. I’m happy she was able to live how she wanted to...thrilled that she got to work with her passions. But..I wasn’t there with her. She wasn’t with me. It didn’t matter what she was doing...I just wanted it to be with..with me. 

“I had this asinine vision that society would be in a different place by now. That two close friends could...be closer. And that I wouldn’t have to feel like I was left alone for the rest of my life. I see so many friendships for what they could be. The feelings that I’ve had over someone that will never be attainable I see in others. All of the time. Especially while I promenade! And it makes me sad for those yearning and it reminds me of what I can never have.”

There was a moment of silence before Y/n’s eyes widened in the realization of what she had just let out. “Oh my. I-You didn’t hear any of what I just said. Promise me!”

Damien laid a soft hand on Y/n’s arm. “I promise. I had no idea that you had harbored such...persuasions. Not that it’s anything you need to feel sorry about. You can’t help it. Your reactions, for sure, but...not for what you feel.”

“You, Lord Haas, will make someone a fine husband someday. Maybe even sometime soon? It is our season, finally, after all.” Y/n tried to hide her watery eyes behind a coy smirk. “Someone is bound to catch your eye.”

Damien breathed out before responding. “Someone already has, if I’m being honest. But maybe I’m far-reaching more than I originally thought.”

His words seemed to spark a sense of excitement through Y/n. She sat up straight and gripped the edges of the table.

“Who is she? Will you point her out to me while we promenade? No. I have an even better idea; can you introduce her to me at one of the balls?” Y/n was nearly on the edge of her seat. “Damien! This is exciting!”

“It’s not quite that intriguing, I promise you. Especially since nothing can come of it.” The man picked at the fruit on the platter. “But I digress. It seems that you’ve got your own sorting out to do. What are you going to do about callers if Courtney plans on joining in on the festivities this season? She may not come from one of the families but she has enough friends.”

“Then I hope she enjoys herself. For all I know, everything I felt could have been my very own thoughts and not hers. If she’s here to find a match, then let her. If she’s here to have fun, then by all means...I hope she has it. I just hope I can keep my heart to myself this time. I don’t want to get hurt again.”

“Y/n,” The man licked his lips before continuing. “Might I suggest trying to find out what exactly it is that your heart wants before you do anything else with it?”

The young woman topped her fig slice with some brie. “I’m going to pretend that you did not just offer such advice. Who would even think about courting a woman trying to figure out whether or not she wants her story to end with another woman? You slay me, Lord Haas.”

“I’m being entirely serious. Y/n, you could…” Damien seemed to pause before paying very close attention to fiddling with a berry. “We could stop your callers from coming around and maybe I could use a distraction. We could work together.”

“What? Like...you and I? Together together?”

The german-born duke hesitated before taking one of Y/n’s hands into both of his. “We could go to promenade as a match. And then to the balls, And the parties. No one would be the wiser. You could use this time to figure out what it is you truly want. And then who.”

The young woman looked down at their hands, hers fitting inside his the way she suspects other women her age dream of, yet, she wasn’t sure what it did to her. What he offered could very much help her, but what if Courtney got the wrong idea? What if everyone got the wrong idea?

“But what if it went right?”

“Hmm?” Damien asked in confusion.

“Nevermind.” Y/n shook the thoughts from her head. “Damien, I think...you may be on to something. You’re right. I...I don’t know how to be a...a wife to anyone. Let alone a man. And I won’t know until I figure myself out a little bit more. And then if this girl is running through your mind and you firmly believe that you can never court her…”

“Trust in me with this. I always thought she was someone I could never hope to marry, far too good for me in so many ways. But...maybe this will help me to see who else is out there. Maybe I’ll find my perfect match. And if we come out as a couple, it’ll provide good reason for the other men to leave you alone.”

“Too bad they just don’t leave me alone as is.”

“I believe Olivia said the same thing after she met Sam.”

“Heavens, that was a riot.” Y/n lifted her pinky to solidify the agreement with her friend. “Lord Damien Haas, I believe we might have ourselves a deal.”

[world-of-aus]

Behind the Screen - (Part 15)

 Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count:3,214

Warnings: 18+ oral female recieving

Author’s Note: i had trouble with this chapter, and i’m not sure I’m completely happy with it, but i was still somewhat pleased with what i have. I hope you all will enjoy it nonetheless, and I’m sorry it wasn’t better, this got deleted and written on more than one count, but the words weren’t coming i’ll make up next chapter! Thank your for reading!

Part 14 / SERIES MASTERLIST

Your heartbeat was thumping heavily in your ears as you raced down the hall Bucky hot on your tail, his labored breathing coming from behind you.

“Slow down, y/n,” he grunts as you round the corner, the doors coming in sight. Your hands reach for the door, head turning to glare at the disheveled man behind you, “I’m not about to get l-”

The door is moving below your hand your body going with it, but Bucky’s there to pull at the back of your shirt, you look up eyes wide as the door opens, “y/n, Barnes,” tony greets his tone not matching the look on his face, “so kind of you to finally join us, so glad you were able to squeeze us in,” he murmurs eyes squinting at the two of you.

Your cheeks flame red, Bucky’s hands adjusting your posture as he pushes you into the door past Stark, you take a seat next to Sam, Bucky taking the one next to you.

“It really is so kind of you guys to join us, we almost thought you wouldn’t show,” Sam's leaning into you then, voice dropping low, “ya know with the whole super soldier serum, I’m sure ya know,” he’s winking at you then, mouth slightly parted in a smirk.

In your still sleep haze mind you almost don’t catch what he’s trying to get at, almost, “Samuel,” you’re hissing eyes turning into slits, but then it’s dawning on you and before your head can even catch up with your mouth the words are spilling from your lips, “do you guys think we were late because we were having sex?” You ask incredulously, apparently you had no filter at the crack ass of dawn.

The room grows silent, Bucky hides behind his hand a muttered “Jesus doll,” falling from his lips. Your eyes are darting around the room, Steve’s gone red in the cheeks, Sam’s sunk into his seat lips shaped in an ‘o’ form, Natasha is swiveling side to side in her chair a cheeky smirk on her lips, and Tony, well Tony looks just about done with all of you.

“I can’t believe,” you pause, the words fall short on your tongue as your mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, because really how dare your friends think you’d show up late for a meeting because you were tangled in the sheets, “have you all never snoozed an alarm and then continuously pressed said snooze button?” You questioned looking around the room.

“No,” Sam chimes in, “because there’s never been a need, none of us have a super soldier warming up our beds,” he’s leaning in again, “and other things,”

Your mouth falls open, “Wilson I swear to g-”

“Are we done,” Tony cuts in his hands clasped together under his chin, “because if we are, I’d like to jump into the reason I gathered you all here today, if you all don’t mind,”

Any remark you had for Wilson was quickly cut off, your mouth falling shut as you looked at Tony expectantly. “You’re needed for a mission,”

“why else would we be here,” you muttered under your breath, Tony catches your statement, he’s glaring at you then finger pointed as he continues his discussion, “we just need the whereabouts on a few gentleman that having been popping up under our radars as suspicious,”

“So it’s not really recon then, why exactly do you need all of us, why not just send one person in?”  

“The reason I need all of you is because there’s three of them, so I need all hands-on deck, they're going to be attending a gala this evening and lucky you, I’ve gotten you all invites,”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Steve’s cutting in, “won’t these men be suspicious of us?”

“Well for your sake I hope you’ve had your suits and evening gowns dry cleaned,”  

You stifle a laugh, one Tony catches, “have something to say, something you want to share with the rest of us?” He’s questioned brow raised at you.

“It’s just funny how you think throwing on a suit is going to change our appearance, it’s like the guys throwing on a pair of sunglasses or a hat to hide themselves, we know how well that works out,”

Tony rolls his eyes, “Well it’s a good thing they won’t be mingling with the others,” he shares.

His statement baffles you, brows furrowing in confusion, “what do you mean, you just said you needed all of us for this mission because there’s three gentleman you needed us to get information from,”  

He’s nodding his head, “I did say that but it seems I forgot to mention only you and Natasha will be working the floor, you’ll mingle with each men, you can each take one if you’d like, then meet up to go in for the last one, the guys will be scattered throughout the area to keep an eye on you two to make sure nothing goes sideways,”

“why do I feel like there’s something you’re not telling us,” Bucky speaks up from your side, all eyes fall to Tony.

“because your right,”

The room grows silent as you wait for him to explain, “you’re going in with no comms, so if things go sideways, its each of you for yourselves,”

“why no comms it’s a gala, we always have them on us,”

Tony’s scratching the back of his head then, “because it's not the type of gala you think, the people in attendance they’re,” he takes a breath rubbing at his eyes, “they’re what Tony?” Steve’s questioning.

“they’re Hydra affiliates,”

The room grows quiet, tension seeping into the air, you can hear the whirring of Bucky’s arm, fingers clenched at his side, “so you expect us to go into a room full of Hydra affiliates and what,” you're speaking up, “just blend in like we’re longtime friends and not on their damn hitlists,” you’re shaking your head because there was to be another way.

“I know what you’re all thinking, but this is exactly why you and Natasha will be working the floor,”

“really Tony,” you’re arguing, “I’m sorry but Natasha should also be the last person on the floors, they would recognize her instantly,”

Tony’s looking at you in disbelief, “I’m sorry to say but I have got to agree with y/n on this,” Natasha speaks up, “without a well enough disguise, I'll be picked out just as quickly as Barnes or Rogers,”

Tony’s sighing loudly, hands rubbing over his face, “so what do you want me to do, you want me to just send you in without anyone else, I don’t think you’re realizing the severity of this,” he grunts, “you’re going in without comms, all of you, if something happens to one of you, the rest of you will have no idea without causing a scene,”

The room breaks out into commotion as the others try to find another solution, you’re in your head though, thinking over Tony’s plan, there was so many ways this could possibly go wrong,  

“what if I go in Natasha’s place, I’ll work the floor with y/n,” all heads are turning to Sam, the room falling into silence, they’re all looking to him to continue, “you said Bucky and Steve are for sure out of the question, and Natasha as well, y/n isn’t the only one they haven't seen, they haven't seen much of me either, it will be less of a risk for us, besides I'll finally get to spend time with y/n without Bucky trailing her like a lost puppy,”

“hey,” Bucky speaks up beside you, but Tony’s fixing him a stare that makes his mouth fall shut before he can finish his thought, “Now Barnes, I think Sam’s onto something here, something that we can work with,” Tony goes quiet for a second before he’s speaking his inner thoughts, “you two could pose as a couple mingle around the room, but this means you would need to work together and visit each man unless you can get them all together,” he mutters the last word.

“are they not friends?” you find yourself asking.

“from what we’ve seen no, apparently they’re enemies,” he shrugs, a loud groan falls from your lips, “for fucks sake they associate with HYDRA, how can they possibly not like each other?”

“It’s like how Tony tolerates b-” your fist fly's into Sam’s arm “that’s my girl,” Bucky laughs.

“So when do we leave?” Steve questions, cutting off your banter.

To say Bucky was happy had been a complete understatement, he had been moping the entire time you two were getting ready, he had even tried coaxing you into bed 10 minutes before you had to leave, his warm arms open and ready for you to jump into. His disappointment had only grown when instead of slipping into his hold you had grabbed ahold of his arms instead to pull him from the bed.

You wrapped your arms around his sulking form your head resting on his shoulders, “what’s wrong” you murmured, “I know something is bothering you, you’re sulking more than usual,” you teased hoping to pull a smile from him, but all you got was a puff of air slipping past his lips in response.

“just don’t like this, I know Sam’s going in with you, and he’s going to keep a watchful eye on you, but the whole no comms is really just giving me a hard time, what if things do go sideways and something happens, none of us will know,”

You squeezed him a little tighter, “and here I thought you were sulking because it was Sam who Stark paired me with” you chuckled, “Buck it’s going to be okay, if things do go sideways, we get out, we don’t try and put up a fight, we just get out, you’re going to be fine,”

He looked down at you, his hand coming to rest on your cheek, “it’s not me that I'm worried about,”

“oh buck,” you murmured, your hands cupped his cheeks pulling him down, your lips meeting his, “I love you,” you voiced, head pressing to his, “and you have nothing to worry about, I'll come back to you,”

He wanted to voice those words back to you, but a knock on his door stopped him. Sam’s head popped through, “hey love birds,” he greeted, “you ready to go y/n,” You nodded your head turning back to Bucky to press your lips to his once more, “be safe, we’ll see you guys there,” he said his lips pressing to your head as he let you go. He watched you walk towards Sam, your arm tangling with his, your both out the door when he’s calling back for you, “take care of my girl Sam,”

Sam gives him a grin, “don’t worry tinman she’ll be back in your arms by the end of the night,”

“fuck,” you muttered as you ran down a corridor, “why the hell is this building so fucking big,” you groaned, as you were met with yet another dead end. Things had gone south, and you hadn’t even talked with any of the men that Stark had sent you here for. From what you had gathered through the chaos they had spotted Steve and Bucky immediately, and from there things had only grown more chaotic, as Sam had soon been identified as well, all this while you had stepped away to the ladies room. Covers had been blown not even thirty minutes into the “mission”, and if things couldn’t get any worse they had driven you away from the entrance, and from what you could see it had been the only exit, unless you wanted to throw yourself out a window, which in these heels and dress that wasn’t going to happen, you were screwed. You froze when you heard someone yelling at you from down the hall, “what are you doing over here,” the man had growled, “we need all guests in the lobby area,”

You looked up to the ceiling and prayed that the minute you turned it wouldn’t be the end for you, “I’m sorry,” you murmured, turning slowly, “it's just the building is so big and I got lost on my way back from the ladies room, do you think you could help me?” The man raised a brow at you, but you noticed the moment his tense demeanor shifted, “of course, follow me this way ma'am it’s not safe for you in these halls, the avengers crashed the joint,”

“the avengers, oh dear,” you murmured mock shock lacing your words.

The man guided you back through the halls, and each step you took the more relieved you became that you hadn’t seen any of the others, “here we are ma'am,” he chirped, as the lobby came into view, you turned to him, pasting on a smile, “thank you so much, I can’t imagine what I had done if I had come across one of the avengers,” you faked a look of disgust. “I know what you mean, were you going to stay?” he questioned noticing you take slow steps towards the doors, fuck.

“I’m just going to go out and grab some fresh air, I'll be back in a jiffy,”

“great try not to take too long!” he grinned before he was moving towards the ballroom.

You swore you wanted to breathe a breath of relief, but you weren’t in the clear yet, you needed to retrieve your coat that had your belongings and Sam’s. Quick on your feet you moved down the hall, the glass doors in sight, you looked over your shoulder making sure no eyes were on you as you moved to the door that held the jackets, no concierge in sight, they must be in the ballroom with the other’s, you needed to be quick if you wanted to make your way out. Pulling open the door you looked over your shoulder once more, a gasp tore from your lips as you were being pulled into the coat room, the door shutting behind you, your body relaxed for a second when you saw it was Bucky, though the worry that had been there came back tenfold,

“Bucky what are you still doing here,” you hissed, “I told you to get out if things went south, you’re the last person that should still be here,”

“I did get out, but when Sam showed up without you, and said he had to leave you behind, because you were in the ladies room I just, I couldn’t leave without you,”

“oh buck, I would have been fine,” you groaned your worry consuming you, “you should have just stayed out Buck I told you I was going to come back and I meant it,”

His hands are cupping your face, head falling to yours, “and I said I wasn’t going to leave without you, and I’m keeping my word, we’re going to get out, and we’ll do it together,”

A sigh falls from your lips, “what am I going to do with you babe,” you murmur, fingers running over his coat, where your hands lay.  

“I have an idea,” he murmurs, muffled laughter falls from your parted lips into his.

His fingers grip at the sides of your dress, inching it up the smooth expanse of your legs, “buck we need to go,” you murmur with each press of your lips to his, the more you try to get away, the closer he pushes till he has you pressed into the corner of the room. His lips leave yours only to find their way to your neck, your head pushes into the wall.

His fingers continue to hike up your dress, your rationale thoughts flying out the window with the assault on your neck. It’s only when he’s dropping to his knees fingers holding your dress around your hips that you realize what he’s doing, “Buck no,” you hiss pushing at his hands, “we need to go, just wait till we get home,” you groan trying to pull him back up to you.

He’s nipping harshly at your hip, “relax baby, no one’s going to come this way, the concierge is done for the night,” he murmured against the skin of your hip, tongue peeking out to lick at the skin there.

Your brows furrow, “how do you?”

“kid was a fan, sent him home for the night,” he grinned up at you.

A scowl leaves your lips, “James Buchanan Barnes,” you hiss, “get up, we’re leaving now before one of the many Hydra affiliates decides to call it a night and finds both of us here, then for sure neither of us is getting out,”

“come on doll,” he murmurs fingers leaving your dress to trail up the expanse of your leg, fingers dipping between your exposed thighs. “have some fun with me,” he whispers index finger trailing over the crotch of your lace panties, he looks up at you then, “you can’t tell me you never thought of this,”

“there’s a reason it was a thought,” you hissed, though it quickly dissipated into a low moan as his lips pressed themselves to your lace covered pussy, “Fuck Bucky please,” you moan.

“what do you want doll,” he questions softly fingers hooking into the side of your panties exposing you to the cool air of the room, “you want me to stop,” he murmurs tongue peeking out to run over the slick of you folds.

“shit,” you groan, “or do you want me to keep going” his tongue pushed passed your folds circling your clit. Your hands found their way to the back of his head, your own thrown back in pleasure, “please don’t stop,” you breathed a whimper escaping past your lips.  

“that’s my girl,” he murmurs into slick heat of your fold's lips, a moan tears from your lips as his mouth flattens against your heat, lips sucking at your clit. Your head thumps against the wall, toes curling in your heels, “holy f-fuck,” you moan hips rolling against his hands. He continues to push you further as he works his mouth over your tongue dipping into your heat. Fingers tangle through the loose locks of his bun as you push into his mouth your body pushing over the edge. A low moan tears from your lips, as your orgasm rocks through you, “oh g-god Buck,” you moan sucking in a breath, walls fluttering as he continues to work you through it, your body thrumming with pleasure.

Your body is lax against the wall breath coming out in warm puffs, your dress is slipping partially from his hold as he kisses his way up your clothed body lips finding yours, you can taste yourself on his tongue, a low groan falling from your lips, your hands wrapping around the back of his neck,

“fuck sweetheart, I love you,” he murmurs head pressed to yours,  

A lazy grin pulls at your lips, “i love you too,” you murmur pressing your lips softly to his once more.

“let’s get out of here,”

“but what about you,” you questioned feeling his length pressed into you, “we got all night babe,”

“we got all night,”

Part 16

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Elegy (2/6)

Part 1

A trip to Dante’s Inferno Room. Drinking and rage and wanting to comfort. @clairjohnson ‘s Miss Argentina is a peach.

@turtlepated @thewolfisapartofmysoul @beejiesbitch @beetlewise-and-pennyjuice @angelicspaceprince

"Lead the way, muñeca." 

Maria did her best to shoot him a look of disinterest, save for the arch of a manicured brow. Shaking her head and turning away to hide the ghost of a smirk, she headed towards the office exit. It had surprised her, more like mortified her, when she found out that he spoke Spanish. Spoke a lot of languages, apparently. A walking polyglot. Something that he’d neglected to mention when they’d first met. So many snide remarks and salacious comments that she thought were for her pleasure only, turned out to be shared. The day he’d replied in her native language, fluent and precise even with the grate of his voice, made her want to die all over again. 

“Oh I’ll lead – but I’m sure you could get to Dante’s in your sleep, viejo verde.” 

The beauty queen waited for him when she exited, stepping in tandem with his stride as they made their way to the netherworld’s brothel. Fortunately, they had an excellent bar. Maria gave his suit an appreciative once over, happy to see him not drenched in blood, then moved her gaze forward. 

“So what happened?” Her voice was even, but there was amused interest behind it. “How did ‘The Ghost with the Most’ get shishkabobed by a moody teenager? Sounds like it should have been a cake walk.” 

Miss Argentina was used to poking fun at the poltergeist, and though his anger had radiated off him in waves earlier, he’d seemed to be cooling down now – what was the harm in asking?

Her questions and the amusement behind them made him stutter step. There'd always been teasing between them – light, heavy, pointed, obnoxious (in his case) – but that stung and any chance of forcing the recent past behind him was shot. 

"It was a fucking set up. I am not talking about it," he spit, his voice threatening to crack again. 

If that was happening because of the hole in his chest he was going to have to get it patched quick. In the upperworld, he'd have punctuated his words with something: fire under each sole as each foot hit the ground in a stomp, popping light bulbs (impressive but baby-ghost stuff), or simply fading into the shadows leaving only the shine of silver eyes and unnaturally luminous, unnaturally sharp teeth as a warning to the person who dared stepped over a line. Here, he had a few tricks but nothing imposing like that. 

He had to settle for the sharply bitten off words and hands made into tight fists shoved into his pockets. It wasn't too late. He could turn on his heel and walk right back to the Lost Souls' Room.

At his sharp, heated response Maria pulled back from him slightly, taking an unconscious half step to the side while she continued to walk. Sure, she’d expected him to still be a little upset – but whatever had happened cut him deep. Both physically and metaphorically. She furrowed her brow at him and let out a scoff, tucking her arms tight across her chest. 

“Excuse me for asking. You sound like a petulant child, you know?” she chided. “Sulking about like this. It’s not a good look on you, Betelgeuse.” 

Dante’s came into view as they rounded a corner and she’d never been so happy to see it in all her afterlife. She liked this man, usually, but something was off about him. He was furious, but there was a bleakness to him she wasn’t used to – she’d heard it back in the office, and she felt it now. Maybe the girls in the Inferno room would pull him out of this. The thought both comforted her and left a tightness in her chest she didn’t care for. 

“You don’t have to tell me what happened, I’m not your therapist.” She stayed in step with him as they approached the building. “But I ask, as your bank and cohort for the evening, have a drink. You’re really bringing the mood down.” Maria gave him a cheeky, well humored smile.

He dropped his chin and glared at her from under his brows. "You're not my mother," was on the tip of his tongue, but even the word mother made him want to spit venom, and despite the teasing, Maria didn't deserve to take the brunt of it. 

"Oh, I'll have a drink," he ground out instead, "the mood'll have to take care of itself." 

They walked through the swirling mists that always filled the alleyways of the Netherworld and the gaudy neon lights from Dante's were visible before the building itself. There were a few shapely demonesses on the balcony of the cathouse who called out when the two of them walked towards it. 

A chorus of: "Hey BJ!" "Welcome back, honey!" "The girls have been waiting!" greeted them. Beetlejuice ignored them, took the lead, and pushed open the door. 

Two things hit him like a solid wall: the advertised air conditioning like an arctic blast and a second blast of music loud enough to be a force of nature itself. Sitting on a stool just inside the door was the bouncer. 

"Привет, Ivan," he greeted as the two of them were sized up by the Russian. 

"Никаких проблем сегодня, Beetlejuice." It was an order, not a question. 

"Wouldn't think of it." Ignoring the stages and that a few of the girls glanced over – especially ignoring the high-pitched squeal Bambi gave that could be heard over the pounding music – he turned to Maria. "Find a table. I'm going to go get that drink."

Unlike Betelgeuse she didn’t ignore the women on the balcony. Instead, Maria tipped her head up, peering with a bemused smile at the flirtatious greeting. As far as she knew Beej had never flush with cash – the man must have a ridiculous tab.

A mix of chilled smoke and thudding music washed over her when she entered, making it hard to hear the Russian the two men in front of her were exchanging. 

Wouldn’t think of it! Maria heard when she got closer. Betelgeuse had turned to her, his expression still lingering with fake reassurance, and told her he was going to go get That drink. 

“Those drinks,” she corrected, “I’ll have a Manhattan – don’t let them forget the cherry.” 

The beauty queen pointed a manicured finger at him to emphasize her point before turning to look for a table. There were a few spots closer to the stage, and to the girls, but Maria fixed herself in a booth carved into a wall further back. The music was damped instantly as she sat back in the red domed cushions and she sighed with relief. A single candle on the table lit at her presence.

He nodded his understanding of the order and slipped away through the patrons to the bar, fully aware that not only were some of the dancer's eyes on him, but also the two bouncers and probably the club's Madame, from up in her office above the floor.

Leaning over the bar, he caught Niphera's attention, despite them pointedly trying to ignore him. 

"Tab's covered tonight!" he insisted, and finally, finally got Maria her Manhattan and himself a bottle of Dante's self-brewed hooch – it wasn't supposed to be doled out by the bottle but he promised the moon. With his finger in a highball glass to hold it securely against the bottle he carried, he slipped back through the crowd to the far wall, where he found Maria seated comfortably in a booth. 

She looked good on the velvet seat, with the candlelight on her. 

"Your drink," he said, setting it carefully onto the table in front of her. "Two cherries, complete with stems." 

He left off any words about tying those stems into knots with his tongue. With her, that ship had sailed a long time ago.

She had started to wonder if he’d gotten lost, or grabbed his drink and hurried off somewhere else. Maria wouldn’t put it past him. But when he came slipping through the crowd, Manhattan in hand, she was pleasantly surprised. 

“Thank you,” she said, and took one of the two cherries out of her glass. Sweets had always been a favorite of hers (though she could rarely indulge when alive) and Maria wasted no time biting off the bottom of one of the cherries and placing the stem on a napkin. 

“An entire bottle?” She questioned while taking a sip of her drink. “I will have to cut you off at some point, Mr. Betelgeuse.” The beauty queen gave him a coy smile and then turned her attention to the stage. Two of the girls had started their dances, and her eyes followed the fluid motions of their hips. 

Averting her gaze Maria took another large sip of her drink - realizing that she may need to get another one soon. 

“You seem to have a lot of friends here.” The words were cool and she didn’t look up as she said them.

Pouring himself two fingers' worth, pausing, then dumping two more in, it would've been nice to have ice. The air conditioning was something special, but even a booming place like Dante's couldn't score ice. That was an upperworld thing, and one he wished he'd had the chance to enjoy while he was there. But that teenage bitch –

Before he went down that road much further, he threw back and swallowed the drink in two big gulps before slamming the glass back down. Luckily her glass was in her hand at the moment so it didn't spill, or he'd be getting her a new drink before she finished the first. That goddamn hole in his chest burned, and to his dismay it felt like some of the alcohol was seeping out onto his shirt. Ignoring it, he poured himself another glass.

Maria's lips were as red as the cherry she had so delicately eaten. He snorted at her mild threat to cut him off. 

"The girls here are friends to anyone with cash," he bit out as he raised his glass again and took another mouthful. He realized that sounded cruel, and luckily Bambi and Punkin were on the main stage at the moment, having fun, and missed the comment. Softening his reply to amend it, he said, "This is someplace I can come and they treat me well. Like I matter. Unlike pretty much anywhere else, it seems." 

That came out much more bitter and personal than he'd intended. Fuck this booze; Maria had nothing to worry about, he was going to have to cut himself off!

His softer, mildly guilty expression surprised her after the sharp comment. Maria was further surprised, and frankly a little offended, by his follow up. How many times had he screwed up royally and Juno had let him off with a slap on the wrist? He’d been her assistant forever – she may have been firm with him, but he required it. And what about the two of them? They hadn’t been friends or anything, but she enjoyed having him around, appreciated their banter, and had been close to . . . other things.

Maria finished her drink and took in a long breath. “You like to burn down bridges.” She pulled the cherry out of the empty cup. “And your social skills have a tendency to resemble arson.” 

There was a short silence before the beauty queen turned her brown eyes up to him. “You really feel like you didn’t matter for the decades we worked together under Juno? Or are you just feeling sorry for yourself tonight?”

Her sharp assessment made him scowl. It was accurate, of course, but did it need to be said out loud? 

He polished off another glass but this time didn’t refill the highball immediately. Finding his still lit cigarette in the ether he stuck it back between his lips as he caught the attention of one of the waitresses walking the floor. Wordlessly he indicated Maria’s empty drink, confident Niphira would remember the cocktail. 

“I said pretty much anywhere else,” he repeated, as a reminder. “The fucking breathers are the reason I’m back here again. And you know working under Juno didn’t make me special or mean anything. I was just another cog in the endless wheels of this goddamn place. So yeah. I don’t matter and I am feeling sorry for myself. Honestly, you’re the only – ” 

It was on the tip of his tongue to finish the sentence with the truth – you’re the only good thing here, you’re the only one who ever takes the time to ask, you’re the only one who ever seemed to care, you’re the one who got away – but he wasn’t sure exactly which one he’d confess, so it was better to just cut it off before he said something she would believe was the booze talking and have a story to laugh about with the rest of the drones back at the office. 

Instead he found another cigarette, complete with an elegant gold cigarette holder from the same pocket dimension, and held it out as a peace offering.

Betelgeuse signaling the waitress to refill her drink was a blessing. She had been putting up a fight with herself to get a second, knowing she should be staying sharp, but he’d thankfully made the decision for her. 

When he started to open up about how he’d died this time she listened intently, her eyes watching his exaggerated, already slightly impaired gestures. When he’d rattled off that he didn’t matter, that he bitterly was feeling sorry for himself, she opened her mouth to protest – only to clamp it shut when he continued. 

Honestly, you’re the only –

There was a long beat of silence after he spoke. His eyes seemed to look past her while he thought about what to say next – what to say about her. But only more silence stayed between them. What had he intended to say? Maria considered asking him, her nerves already buzzing with all the implications, but she decided it best to keep quiet. What would be the point, anyway? It was probably going to be something crude or sexual, something entirely Betelgeuse, like 'you’re the only one worth ogling at.'

The negative thoughts were hushed when he reached towards her with a cigarette. It was clasped in an ornate golden holder, the light of the candle catching the engravings. Maria took it from him delicately like she might break it. 

“Thank you,” she said softly, then lit the end and took a long drag. “It’s very pretty.” 

The waitress returned with her drink and placed it down on a coaster. Instead of leaving, however, the demon made herself at home on Betelgeuse’s knee. The scantily dressed woman leaned back against his arm and arched like a cat, giving him a wink while she giggled. 

“You going to need anything else tonight, Beej? You never just come around for drinks.”

Her fingers brushed his as she accepted the cigarette holder from him. The engraved scarabs seemed to skitter along its length, but that was a trick of the candlelight, not anything of his doing. Maria's quiet admiration of it gave him a little thrill of pride, that he could create things of beauty and not just be gross, but he kept his mouth pinched shut. The waitress tottered over--Beetlejuice knew Madame didn't require the waitresses to wear stiletto heels, so her footwear was her own poor choice – and set the new cocktail in front of Maria, then flounced her barely-there skirt and took a seat on his knee. That should teach him from manspreading –

Her simpering giggle might have worked if he wasn't in such a foul mood. As it were, he scowled at her overly-intimate insinuation and jerked his leg out from under her, unseating her without caring about her surprised gasp. 

"If I need something else I'll fucking ask for it," he spat, then fixed her with a hard stare. "If you wanna be a dancer and earn tricks, then do it. You'd better get more practice on those heels, though." 

Offended, the waitress half looked like she wanted to smack him in the face with her tray, and half wanted to cry. She turned on her heel instead and made a very obvious effort to not wobble as she walked away. He knew he'd cost him their waitress for the rest of the night, and there was a good possibility Ivan or Lyra were going to pay a visit to this booth very soon to suggest politely – in front of Maria – that if he couldn't be civil to the staff, he should leave. 

Pouring himself another drink, he dared glance up at her to see if this display of shitty behavior was going to cost him her company tonight.

Maria took a closer look at the intricate designs – were they beetles? Scarabs. Like the one on his ring. She had assumed he’d snagged this holder from some grave, but now that she saw the details . . . had he made this? 

Her thoughts were interrupted when the waitress placed a drink in front of her. The polite smile she wore dimmed noticeably when the women sat on Betelgeuse’s lap. If there had still been blood running through her veins a splash of rose would be blooming on her cheeks. She scolded herself at the involuntary envy that bubbled in her chest. Betelgeuse was a fool – an absolute mess of a man who was inappropriate at the best of times and destructive at the worst. Regardless, it’s not like she’d expected anything else, right? He was a regular, as he’d so kindly pointed out, there were probably plenty of girls here he’d slept with – girls that apparently liked to see him come around. 

The venom in his voice when he jerked his leg away shocked her. She’d never seen him talk to a woman that way – especially one that was interested. He was usually all smiles and snake oil charm if a lady like that came waltzing over. With a parting, harsh comment about her ability in heels, Betelgeuse turned from the waitress and poured himself another drink. When he looked up Maria’s expression was one of surprise, the previous look of jealousy almost completely gone. 

“You didn’t have to speak to her like that. You should apologize,” the beauty queen rebuked, keeping her disapproving gaze on him while she took a sip of her new drink. There was a moment of silence before she continued. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you turn away an invitation like that. You said some breathers screwed you over, but is that all?” 

God, she didn’t want to push too hard. But whatever had happened was weighing on him more than usual.

The mouthful of booze he'd gulped burned like hellfire as he forced it down. 

"Where's my apology?!" he snarled, slamming his glass back down. This time he didn't care if shaking the table made her drink spill. "I'm straightforward. People want something from me, I deserve compensation. I'm not unreasonable! Those fucking breathers – that goddamn snot-nosed teenager – " 

The rage that had been tamped down for a bit just being with her roared to life again. He ground his teeth so hard his jaw hurt. When he spoke again, it was to his hands on the table. 

"She fucking – I gave her what she wanted. I upheld my end of it! Dad gone? Done. Adults out of her house? Done. Generalized mayhem? Done. She was a kid, so it was silly stuff – but it was fun. Then, then she wanted her goddamn mom back, and I can't do that! The stupid kid left me. Did she think there were no fucking consequences to that?" 

He paused for an unnecessary breath and kept his head down to hide the tears that burned worse than the alcohol. 

"Told her the only way to fix it all was to marry me. The get outta jail free card," he snorted with a strangled laugh like it was a good joke. "She agreed, stupid kid, then she and her friends ganged up on me and she fucking ran a pole through my chest, sending me right back here to this godforsaken wasteland!"

His voice had risen to another spitting roar by the end. Did he leave parts of the story out? Of course he did. Everyone creates their own narrative; he was positive if he asked any other person here – Maria included – their story would not be their full truths. 

His throat dry, he unclenched his hands – would Juno's tab cover the gouges he just left in the table? – and grabbed his bottle again. Forgoing his glass, he drank directly from it. The alcohol compounded on itself, leaving a more potent burn in his gut this time. He locked eyes on Maria as he set it down again, not caring if she saw the extra wet in his eyes.

All she could do was look on in stunned silence while he snarled out his grievances. He was talking so fast – words coming out like a machine gun. When she caught sight of the glossiness in his eyes she had a sudden urge to reach across the table and grasp his clenched hand. But she didn’t. That would be crossing a line she wanted to keep firmly in place. 

When he had seemed to finish, punctuating his last sentence with a large swig of alcohol straight from the jug, she spoke. Her voice was composed and soft, unintentionally trying to soothe the raw pain on his face. 

“It sounds like you had a good time up there causing trouble with that kid.” She started, trying to begin on a positive note. “But what do you mean left you? And what did you expect her and her friends to do - – let a grown, dead man marry her??” 

She stopped then, averting her eyes and taking a quick sip of her drink. Her intention hadn’t been to be aggressive – but the whole thing sounded ridiculous. Taking a long breath she continued.

“You said it yourself, Beej.” His nickname slipped out before she could catch it, and she stumbled for just a second before continuing, “She’s just a kid. A kid who wanted to see their mom. I’d love to see my mom – I miss her every day. Why would some teenager ditching you to find their . . .” 

Something occurred to her then that hadn’t before, and she furrowed her brows at him curiously. “Did you become friends, or think that you were friends, with this girl and the others?” 

Miss Argentina had never seen him with any friends. Most people found him mildly irritating or flat out hated him – he wasn’t exactly popular, and it wasn’t not his fault. Regardless, her chest tightened at the realization. Had Betelgeuse thought he’d found some companionship? Only to have it thrown back in his face? She couldn’t help the look of pity in her eyes when her gaze met his again.

He didn’t want her reasonable assessment. He didn’t want her accusations. He definitely didn’t want her pity. He thought he’d found someone in the upper world who understood him, who knew the pain of being invisible. A fucking suicidal teenager, who then used what he wanted most in the world – life, and even more than that, acceptance – against him like a professional barracuda duping the world’s easiest, densest mark. 

The beauty queen across the table, who’d been decent enough to not just go and leave him to his misery when he threw his tantrum, latched onto that fact, and deep in his increasingly muddled mind, he knew that was significant. 

“I thought we were friends,” he admitted in a choked whisper. 

Embarrassingly, like before, his voice cracked. He attempted to cover it with another overly-large swallow from the bottle. Although only half full at this point, it felt heavy in his hand. The alcohol was affecting him just like he’d wanted it to: numbed.

The pull to reach for his hand again, to offer some sort of comforting gesture, was strong. In an effort to physically stop herself, Maria folded her hands in her lap and clasped her fingers together tightly. There were so many things she could say to him. So many instances she could point out where he was his own worst enemy in the “making friends department” – but she suspected he knew this already. Which was probably why this hurt him so much. 

“Betelgeuse . . .” 

What did she even want to say to him? That she was sorry? That she understood what it was like to hate yourself?? It’s how she ended up his coworker in the first place. All her perfection, all her work, her entire life had felt pointless when she’d lost Miss Universe. 

“. . . you should slow down. Keep it up and I’m going to have to drag your drunk ass home.” 

She gave him a sweet smile then, one that couldn’t hide the sympathy still etched on her face. In an act of solidarity Maria took a large swig if her own drink, covering her mouth politely as she coughed it down.

tbc . . . 

[lupin-for-president]

“Behind the Shelves” Pt. 1

(A Wolfstar College AU)

•••

Long couldn’t even begin to describe the day Remus Lupin was having.

From waking up late and missing his morning lecture, finding out his chocolate bars had melted from being in his car, spilling coffee all over his floorboards, and then his boss telling him he had to work the late shift at his college’s library, “long” didn’t seem to do this day justice.

It was around six in the evening when he had noticed them walk in from his spot behind the front counter.

A graceful girl with long red hair, at least four books in her arms, and a baggy cardigan hanging loosely off of her shoulders. A darker boy with nerdy looking glasses following close behind her, holding just one textbook in his hand, and his hair a curly mess.

The boy clearly fancied the girl, it was obvious in the way his mouth curled at the edges while he tried his best to match her steps, and —by the way she was trying to fight off a smile of her own— Remus was nearly positive that the girl fancied the boy a tad bit too.

Then, Remus’ eyes landed on the last member of the arriving party.

A boy with warm carmel skin and wavy black hair that hung gently down to his shoulders. His mouth held a smirk —that Remus would deem absolutely sinful— and his eyes glinted with a playful sense of glee. He wore faded ripped jeans and a black Queen shirt with the sleeves pushed up, exposing his delicately intricate tattoos. He had piercings littering both of his ears, as well as a black stud in the side of his nose.

Just my type, Remus thought.

When he finally lifted his gaze back up to the stranger’s face —hazel eyes meeting a set of piercing grey ones— he felt his breath catch in his throat. He quickly averted his gaze back to the books he was sorting, doing his best to fight off an embarrassed blush. The next time he dared to look up, the enterauge had already vanished away —deeper into the library— and a relieved breath blew past his lips.

“Way to go Remus,” he muttered to himself, “Just start having repressed gay thoughts the second a mildly attractive boy walks through the door.”

He’s more than just mildly attractive, he scolded himself.

With a heaved sigh, he picked up the stack of books and walked out from behind the counter. He made his way to the proper shelves quickly, knowing he had at least twelve more stacks to sort back out before the night was over.

He was finally on his last book of the stack and, due to its placement, he had to use the library ladder to put it back on its shelf. Climbing the rolling ladder —rather carelessly if he were being honest— he lazily reached up to place the book back in its proper position.

“Ah, History of French Language, I wonder what poor soul had to indulge in that.”

The sudden voice caught Remus off guard, making him jump so hard that he nearly fell backwards off the ladder. After he regained his balance, he was ready to look down and make a snappy remark to the person who had almost made him fall, but immediately bit his tongue as his gaze locked on the source. Remus’ eyes widened for a moment before he cleared his throat, a heat rising to his cheeks.

It was the same boy from before, his long black hair tucked lazily behind one of his ears, arms crossed over his chest, and a cheeky smile painted on his lips. He was leaning against the shelf, eyeing Remus with a teasing look that was enough to make his skin become peppered with goosebumps.

“It actually isn’t too bad,” Remus finally answered, making his descent down the ladder.

“Oh? Have you read it?”

“Yes, I have,” Remus nodded curtly, grabbing the ladder and dragging it along behind him to put it back in its proper place.

Remus had expected the conversation to end there, but he heard footsteps following after him. When he positioned the ladder in its rightful spot, he turned to quirk an eyebrow at the boy, readjusting the sleeves of his sweater.

“Can I help you?” Remus asked, probably a little too sternly, “Are you looking for something?”

“Oh, no,” Sirius grinned, leaning forward slightly, “I’ve found everything I need.”

Remus was taken aback at the boy’s forwardness, it wasn’t something he was used to seeing. Then again, this boy was undeniably attractive —enough to make any girl or boy weak in the knees just by looking at him— so he really had no reason to be shy with his flirting.

But Remus was currently working and on the clock and —even though he was oh so tempted— couldn’t be caught flirting with some mysterious bad boy behind the bookshelf.

“Right,” Remus cleared his throat, “Then I must get back to work. If you decide you need help, I’ll either be behind the desk or putting books back on their shelves.”

And so he strolled off and did just that, but the strange boy simply followed. Remus tried to pretend that he wasn’t looming over his shoulder, but the boy kept getting closer and closer and it kept getting harder and harder to avoid him. Finally, Remus slammed the book he had just scanned into the computer shut and turned around to face him.

“What.”

“What’s your name?” Sirius asked.

“Remus,” he said bluntly.

“Remus,” Sirius repeated, as if he were testing it out.

The pale boy nearly felt his heart combust at the sound of his name dripping off of the other’s tongue like warm honey, drizzling into every crevice in his mind. He did his best to push past the thought and not focus on those beautiful pink lips that just looked so temptingly soft.

“And your name is?” Remus questioned, leaning back against the counter, arms crossed over his chest.

“Sirius, but you can call me yours,” he winked.

Remus couldn’t even attempt to hide his blush this time, his entire face turning a bright shade of pink. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously before turning back around to gather up the scanned books.

“Sirius, that’s uh— that’s a nice name,” Remus nodded, cursing himself for not knowing how to handle the blatant flirting of this beautiful stranger.

Sirius laughed —a melodious, charming laugh— and shook his head.

“It’s after the star,” he murmured, “Speaking of which, the stars are supposed to look absolutely beautiful tonight. Would you like to go watch them with me?”

Remus paused for a moment as he turned with the stack of books in his arms, his eyebrows creasing togegher slightly. Slowly, he looked up at Sirius, head titled slightly to the side.

“Do you always invite random strangers on dates or is this a new thing for you?” Remus asked.

“Nah, only the cute ones,” Sirius smirked, sending him a flirty wink that made butterflies erupt inside of his stomach.

Remus simply scoffed and brushed past him, books in hand. “Well, sorry to disappoint, but I must decline. I don’t go on dates with strangers,” he said sternly, though his voice had a hint of teasing in it.

“Oh, come on. We’re hardly strangers now, Remus. Wouldn’t you agree?” Sirius quipped, following after him, “I mean we’ve known each other for a whole half hour already, I’d say we’ve become pretty swell friends.”

Remus just started sorting the books back onto their shelves, careful not to make eye contact with Sirius in the fear that doing so might cause him to give in. After all, this boy was obviously handed everything in life. It wouldn’t do much harm for Remus to play a little hard to get.

“Speaking of friends,” Remus started, “Aren’t yours going to be wondering where you are?”

“You mean James and Lily? Please,” the tan boy waved off the claim, “I doubt they even notice I’m gone. James has been swooning over that girl since our freshman year here, two years later and he’s still just as infatuated as ever. I think Lils is finally starting to give in, though.”

“So you’re a junior here as well? Funny, I haven’t seen you around much,” Remus noted.

“That’s because I never have the need to come into your little library,” Sirius shrugged, “I’m an art major —a free spirit if you will— I’d rather not waste my time surrounded by books. Though, now that I know you’re here, I might have to come around a little more often.”

There it was again, that bold flirtatious side of him. It made Remus want nothing more than to grab him by the shirt collar and slam him up against the bookshelf, ravaging him with intense kisses just to make him shut up. Remus was sure those pretty pink lips were just as soft as they looked.

He cleared his throat and turned to the boy, hands now empty of books to sort. “Art major, huh? I should’ve guessed, you seem like the type,” Remus said, his eyes giving the boy a once over.

“Do I now?” Sirius smirked, taking a step closer to Remus. “How about you, what’s your major?”

“English.”

“Should’ve known, you seem like the type,” he said, his words spilling out like dangerously sinful honey. “When does your shift end?”

“A few hours,” Remus replied, his heart pattering inside of his chest, “Not that it’ll matter to you, I already told you I don’t go out with strangers.”

“What’ll it take to convince you?” Sirius asked, his tone turning oddly tense.

“Figure it out yourself, Mr. Free Spirit.”

With that, Remus turned on his heel and walked down the aisle and back to his counter to finish his job. Sirius, of course, acted as his shadow the entire time, dropping flirting remarks and teasing hints every few minutes.

It didn’t stop until the glasses boy from earlier came up to the front desk to whisk him away, just about ten minutes before closing. Not that the stubborn boy would admit it, but he almost hated to see him go already.

As Remus watched him walk out of the door, blushing lightly as the boy turned and gave him a cheeky wink, he found himself wondering if he would see him again.

And prayed to god that it would be soon.

[the-fifth-marauder03]

Teasing

Notes: hola peoples. This is my second smut so it might still suck. I hope you like it, I wrote I for your pleasure. Make sure to comment your thoughts. If you want to be in the taglist message me and ask. Also my requests are open.

Warnings: 18+, its smut so theres gonna be quite a few warnings buddy. Dirty talk, teasing, rough sex, some other stuffs. IF YOU AFE NOT 18+ THEN DO NOT FUCKING READ. DO NOT GET ME BANNED.

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Y/n was hiding. 

Natasha had been hounding her for weeks after she let it slip that she had a crush on the team. She'd done everything to catch y/n off guard. Cooking with her when it was her, movie nights with endless interrogation, Natasha even questioned her in the shower. So now y/n was going to hide until Natasha dropped it. The problem was that Natasha is a spy meaning if she wants to she will find y/n and that's exactly what she did. 

"Really y/n, the roof?" She was picking at her manicure in a bored fashion.

Y/n huffed crossing her arms, "At the time I thought it was clever."

Natasha rolled her eyes at the girl, she was once a master assassin Natasha knew y/n could do better. "You're just being lazy." 

"Yeah, yeah," Her own eyes rolling in the process, " I assume you are here to interrogate me." She glances at the redhead over her shoulder." 

"Now why would I do that when I already know who it is?" 

"Oh yeah, and who is it?" Y/n took a long pull from her water bottle. 

"Bucky." It was short, simple, and factual. 

Y/n choked mid gulp, Natasha has caught her. " I'm not even going to ask how you know because it probably involves my diary and that in itself discomforting." 

Natasha laughed, "No I didn't your diary, great idea for my next mission though. Sweetie, I'm a spy, I pay attention to body language and yours around Barnes screams crush." 

Y/n looked down sheepishly, "Is it that obvious?" 

Natasha quickly reassured her, "Well not to Barnes, he's just as oblivious as you are." 

"For James to be oblivious it would have to mean he likes me back, which he doesn't." She looked over her shoulder at the ginger in time to see her retreating smile. 

"Whatever you say y/n/n," was her departing sentence. 

Y/n huffed but figured she could go inside without being harassed. It was getting late and she had to go on a mission first thing so sleep was the top priority. But y/n wanted to stay outside for just a while longer and enjoy the weather. When she did finally trudged inside, empty water bottle in hand, y/n bumped into Bucky. He grabbed her shoulders to steady her before casually leaning on the wall.

"Oh hey, Buck, what's up?"

"Just finished my walk around the compound. Was gonna come and sit with you but you were talking to Natasha," He shrugged with a smirk on his face, "Didn't want to interrupt." 

Y/n smiled at the supersoldier and nodded her head, "Well I'm headed to bed, gotta get some sleep before tomorrow." 

Bucky grinned, he would be on that mission with her. "Save me a seat next to ya, sweetheart? I don't want Sam stealing my spot next to ya." 

Y/n's head was running a mile a minute. sweetheart, that's new. HIS spot next to her. If he was like this now he would have killed her in the forties. "Wouldn't dream of letting bird-brain steal your spot, James." She laughed nervously, sidestepping him, "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" 

Bucky kept his charming grin on his face as she started to walk away, "See you tomorrow doll." 

Y/n had never felt the need to escape to her room so strongly in her life. She needed to calm down before this mission or she would explode. So as many girls do when frustrated she took a long hot shower and went to bed.

The next morning

Y/n woke up with a start, looking around trying to remember where she was. As she connected that she was in her room she looked at her clock, she had twenty minutes to get up and ready. She sprinted around her room collecting her things. Her small duffle rested packed at the end of her bed. It was filled with a change of clothes and so wipes to clean herself up, the mission was only one day so they didn't need much. She slipped into her tight catsuit and zipped it up before doing her hair. Y/n did a simple braid to keep her hair out her eyes in case anything went drastically wrong and then sprinted down to the quinjet launchpad. 

When she arrived she noticed the rest of her was already there and waiting. Steve was in the piolet seat next to clint, Sam was putting everyone's thing on the jet, and Bucky and Natasha were talking, suspiciously, as y/n drew closer. After handing her bag and staff to Sam she climbed the ramp and took notice that the spot Natasha had previously been occupying was now empty and being invitingly offered by Bucky. When she sat down he spoke up. 

"Doll, I thought we agreed you were going to save me a seat, not the other way around." He was smiling charmingly at her as he spoke cause a blush to rise to her cheeks. 

"I woke up late, so I didn't have time." She looked down sheepishly. 

He chuckled at her shyness, "It's okay doll, I got here early anyway. Plus I'm sitting next to pretty dame so I'm not too mad." 

Y/n looked up at him surprised, "You think I'm pretty?" Sure she had received compliments before but Bucky's felt genuine and natural. 

"Sure I do doll." He was fully grinning at her. 

"Thank you, James." She returned his smiles before looking out the window, watching the land get smaller as they ascended. 

For a long time, everything was quiet, Natasha reading a book, Sam was messing with redwing, and Steve and Clint were quietly talking about Clint's family. Y/n's suit was starting to irritate her, her chest felt suffocated, her thighs were being constricted, and with Bucky sitting next to her in his gear y/n thoughts were running wild. As her thoughts got dirtier and dirtier y/n started to fidget while still looking out the window. 

Bucky leaned into her enough for her to feel him pressing into her back, "Sweatheart, whats got you fidgeting like that? You're never nervous for a fight." 

"My suits annoying me, the leather is uncomfortable." SHe whined.

"It might be uncomfortable but it makes your body look irresistible." He punctuated his sentence by leaning forward more and lightly nipping just above the neck of her suit. Then he sat back and looked like happened, and y/n contained the whimper that bubbled her throat. Before she could reply called that they would be landing in ten and to start suiting up. Y/n stood went to the weapons rack to retrieve her guns. Once she had the first four in the holsters on either thigh and hip she looked for her favourite one. Much to her disadvantage, it was on the top shelf. As she reached up to grab it she felt a warm hard chest on her back and saw Bucky's metal hand grab the weapon for her. She turned to face him once he stepped back, he handed her the gun then spoke while leaning into her. 

"Careful doll, seeing you stretched out like that might give a man bad thoughts." His voice was calm, measure, dangerous.

Y/n bit her lip "Oh really James, and what kind of thoughts would those be?" 

Bucky growled but Steve yelled for everyone to move out before he could reply. As she walked past him y/n could have sworn she felt his hand slide up the back of her thigh. 

Not five minutes after leaving the quinjet had the fighting begun. Steve and Natasha were fighting their way to the intel room of the compound retrieve what they came for. Clint was doing what he does best from the roof, dropping enemies like flies. True to his name, Sam was picking people off like a bird of prey and dropping them from high altitudes. Bucky and y/n were fighting back to back, shooting when they could and fighting when they had to. 

One of the men knocked the gun out of y/n's hand and lounged for her. Bucky turned just in time to witness her wrapping her thighs around the man's head and using his leverage to take him down. As she raised her self and took a pistol out of the holster on her hip, he couldn't help the cheeky remark that came from him. 

"Now that was a pretty sight. You gonna do that to me when we get home sugar?" He smirked as she hesitated then regained her composure. 

"Only if you ask nicely." It's flirty and Bucky feels his cock stir in his pants.

"Promise?" He quirks a brow 

Her attention is drawn from him before she can answer as another soldier charges her. After she takes him down she sees Natasha's red hair whipping toward the jet with Steve, Clint, and Sam racing behind her waving to the pair. Y/n grabs Bucky's hand and they take off in a dead sprint. 

"Come on James, our ride is ready to go."

They climbed the ramp as the doors closed and plopped into seats. Steve turned when everyone settled, "Get some rest we're debriefing as soon as we get home." 

Sam stretched out on the floor as Natasha laid her head on Clint's lap as he reclined easily in his seat. Y/n glanced at Bucky to find him already looking at her. 

"Bucky can I lean on you? If not that's fine." She asked nervously. 

"Yeah doll, go ahead I don't mind at all," Bucky smiled easily and offered his arm. Y/n smiled back and wrapped her arms around Bucky' s

before resting her head on his shoulder. When she got comfortable she sighed contently and Bucky rested his head on top of hers before they both dosed. 

Y/n woke up with something hard and heavy enclosed around her, as she looked down she recognised Bucky's metal arm. She looked at Natasha to find her already warmly smiling at her, "We're almost back at the compound, you should wake him up soon." She nodded her head towards and when y/n turned to look at him she discovered him sleeping soundly. A brief thought crossed her mind before she decided against it. do I have t? He looks so peaceful and pretty. Gently y/n shook Bucky awake, as he came to he looked at her with a dopy little smile before she told him they were home. 

It seemed Bucky had woken up more on the short walk the briefing room because he made sure sit directly next to y/n. As Ross droned on about the importance of the mission y/n felt Bucky lean over to her and whisper, "So does the offer of you wrapping your thighs around my head still stand?" 

Y/n rolled her eyes but decided to play along just to see what James wanted, "I told you if you asked me nicely." 

"Okay doll," He smiled sweetly, "then can I pretty please have you wrap those gorgeous thighs around my head so I can tongue fuck you?" Y/n clenched her thighs and Bucky took notice of her reaction continuing to speak lowly in her ear. " I wish I could bend you over this table and fuck you right now but alas we have behave." 

Y/n whimper and cleared her throat before responding, "James if you aren't serious then you need to stop right now." 

"Oh sweetheart I'm dead serious and I fully intend on showing you when this meeting is over." He growled. 

Y/n nodded her head but didn't reply and Bucky said nothing more. Ross continued to bore them for another two hours before he gave then permission to leave. As everyone stood to exit the room Bucky placed his hand on y/n thigh for her to remain seated. After the last person filed out, he looked at her kindly, "Before I touch you, are you one hundred per cent certain that you want to do this? I'm not going to force you to do anything." 

"Yes I'm sure James, I've liked you for a while and I want to do this with you." And just like that his whole demeanour changed, the sincerity was still there but it was overlapped with desire. 

"Your room or mine?" It was a low growl, The man hadn't even touched her yet and she was already shaking. 

"Yours" It was breathy and desperate. They both stood and Bucky didn't even give her a chance to take a step before he was haling her over his shoulder and walking out of the room. Natasha was standing there as they exited the room, "Finally shot your shot, Barnes?" 

"No Nat I'm just practising my fireman carry" Came his snarky remark as he started to walk away. 

Natasha laughed and said, "Have fun." 

Y/n looked up from where she was looking at Bucky's backside, "I already am, I have the perfect view of his ass." 

Natasha burst into giggles as they turned the corner towards his room and Bucky smacked y/n's ass in return. 

Due to Bucky's long strides, the pair reached his room quickly. When they reached the door Bucky set her down and stared at her for a moment before kissing her. The kiss in itself was sweet but was not what you'd expect from a first kiss, it had a heat that made y/n lose her breath. Continuing to kiss her he placed his palm on the scanner, he walked her backwards through the door when it opened. As soon as the door closed he had her catsuit unzipped and was sliding her shirt over her head while she grabs at his. 

"Do you wanted me?" He licked at her lips. 

"Yes." She whimpered.

"Do you want me to touch you?" He growled.

"Yes James, please just touch me." She was begging and he liked that. 

"Okay baby, I'll touch you." With that, he released her completely going to lay on his back on the bed. She whined pathetically and shuffled around a bit before he spoke again, "You promised me you would wrap your thighs around my face and I intend to collect that right now." 

A needy whine left her lips and she made her way to the bed and stripped off the rest of her clothing and got onto the bed. Bucky must have felt she wasn't moving fast enough so he grabbed her by her hips and placed her on his waiting face. His tongue was magical. He traced around her lips to collect with juices that had already flowed from her. Suddenly he licked a broad stripe across the entirety of her. He nipped at her clit lightly before soothing with his tongue. He had barely started and y/n was already falling apart. He thrust his tongue as far as it would go inside her as curled it was if he were eating icecream. The more he did it the more y/n shook. he seemed to be a man starved because he was making almost as much noise as her. 

"James, I'm gonna come." Bucky pulled his tongue and traced his name across her clit as a final push. She came violently. No one had taken the time to make her cum the way Bucky did and it took her a minute to recover before climbing off of him. 

He wiped his chin with the back of his hand and let out a little breath. He had a goofy smile on his face when he spoke, "I've wanted to do that for so long."

"We aren't done yet." Was her breathy response. 

"Oh, I know. I just have thought about doing specifically that since Tony designed your new catsuit." He had rolled over and was kissing up and down her neck leaving marks her and there. 

"James, I need you." She wanted him no if, and, or buts about it. 

"Before we do this I need to know what this is. Is it a one and done or is it more?" He sounded uncertain now.

Y/n grabbed his face and made him look at her, "James this could never be a one and done thing, but I swear to god if you don't get naked and inside me, I will take care of myself. " 

He scurried off the bed and stripped out of his remaining clothing in record time. When he looked up at her again his pupils were wider than ever. "Babydoll can you do me a favour and get on your hands and knees for me." 

Y/n rolled and raised herself, basically presenting herself to him. "Such a good girl baby, and look at how pretty this pussy is. I bet it'll feel nice and tight around me, squeezin me, if it'll even let me in." He climbed back on the bed and positioned himself behind her.

 "You gonna let me in pretty girl?" The tip of his cock brushed against her as he waited for her reply. 

She bowed her head and spread her legs more, "Yes sir" 

Bucky entered her in one swift motion and set an easy pace. He was right she did feel good, downright heavenly. She was squeezing around him so tight he thought he was going to burst. Y/n could only let out incoherent cries as he filled her so nicely. The tip of his cock was brushing her g-spot repetitively but his pace was to slow. 

"James go faster." she needed him to pick up the pace. He'd already been teasing her all day.

"Beg me, beg me to take you like a good little girl. beg me to make you mine." His voice was deeper than ever. 

"Good god please James, please go faster. I'll be a good girl, please baby. Please, please, please stop teasing."  She was getting desperate and she knew at this pace she wouldn't. Bucky obliged and started to slam into her brutally. His pace moved her up with every thrust but she was pushing back against him to meet them. 

"Are you gonna cum for me, baby? I can feel you squeezin me. Are you gonna come on my cock like a good girl? Huh? You gonna be my good girl?" He was getting sloppy which meant he was close, his moans matching y/n's. With a final thrust, y/n was sent spiralling over the edge. 

Bucky growled as he came "Mine" and "Y/n" filled the room as he slowly came down. He rolled and landed next to her and felt her fingers intertwine with his as they cooled off. After sometime y/n spoke "That was... Wow." 

Bucky turned over and wrapped his arm around her, "I agree. I'm really glad I get to do this now." He grinned at her 

She smiled back before snuggling closer to him. "Yeah me too."

Bucky rested his head on hers and they went to sleep. 

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