#hey siri can you play die with a smile

[vikdec4i]

truly my life has not been the same ever since my brain went: wait… what if mordecai didn’t shoot because he recognised ivy and knew she was a close daughter figure to viktor

the fuckin things i do to myself BRO STOP IT

😭😭😭

[ladylooch]

What's It Gonna Be? [Mack X David]

A/N: The ask for this blurb disappeared.... what is up with inboxes right now? My stuff disappears on the reg. Idk maybe it is too full. ANYWAYS, the original ask was something along the lines of: When is the next time David and Mack interact after the kiss. So here it is...

The day after their kiss is the first time she hears from Davey outside of a Lucie and Connor interaction. 

Mack is running on the treadmill in her building gym, just about to hit her highest ascent before beginning her cool down. She startles at Siri beginning to read off an unknown number into her AirPods, then her robotic voice shrills out “Hi Mackncheese.” Mack grabs the edges of the treadmill to stay upright. She slaps the stop button, then gradually lets the treadmill die off. 

You decide yet honey 🍯

Mack’s breathing is labored from her 4 mile run along with her surprise at hearing from him. How did he even get her number? She pushes her sweaty hair back into her ponytail, then grabs her phone. She opens her messages, reading his texts over again as a bubble signals he has more to say. She waits, anticipation clinging to her skin like sweat.

Would be so good to ya...

Mack absentmindedly grazes her lips with the tips of her fingers. His kiss left her discombobulated and speechless last night. She has little doubt that David Carlson knows how to treat a woman in the way he is insinuating. But he doesn't need to know that.

You’re confident of that? Mack decides to type back.

The bubble pops up again. 

Wanna play show and tell? All you gotta do is say yes.

Mack smiles down at her phone as she gets off the treadmill. She missteps and falls down. From her back, she closes her eyes in deep embarrassment. Good lord, this man has her all out of sorts. She needs to get her shit together. From her resting place, she sends him a single Emoji: 🤷🏻‍♀️

Hey, I'll take it for today. It’s not a no.

He has sent one text a day since then, all with the same sexy inquisitiveness. Now, it’s Wednesday and Mack finds herself scrolling back into those messages, scanning them over again while lounging on Lucie and Connor's couch.

Make up your mind yet baby? Bed is getting mighty lonely.

You still got that bikini from your Maldives article? Would love to see it in person.

When do you wanna come over? Got this great spot for you to sit on… 

Mackncheese, your time is running out. What have you decided?

The last one was from today and Mack still doesn’t have an answer for him. She is still attempting to catch up with these new feelings for him. She’s tried to reason the feelings away, insist they aren’t there, smother them out, but nothing is working. She finally had to come to the conclusion that they were real and she needed to sort them out before anything went further. 

David is everything Mack thought she hated in men. He is decisive, rugged, fights people on the ice, sarcastic as hell, and his endless teasing makes her eye twitch on the regular. She likes soft men. Men who read poetry and appreciate the arts and don’t mind sitting in a coffee shop for hours on end. David always has to be doing something. He’s either running around with Stella or helping Lucie in the kitchen or looking over Mack’s shoulder while she tries to formulate the outline for her next article. He’s too much and worst of all, he never lets Mack fade into the background when he is around. 

This would never work. 

Except, he’s the only one who sees her, clearly and unflinchingly. 

“Auntie? Can I have McDonald’s for dinner?” Mack blinks to come out of her thoughts.

“Your mom has chicken nuggets for you.”

“Yeah, gluten free.” Stella whines. “I want the crispy ones from McDonald’s.” Mack looks at her standing there, contemplating. Lucie didn’t say they couldn’t go out for dinner. She just said there was chicken nuggets in the freezer. If Mack’s being honest, McDonald’s chicken nuggets with buffalo and ranch sound really good.

“Only if you say I’m your favorite aunt.”

“You’re my favorite aunt.”

“You like me better than Uncle Lee?”

“No!” Stella laughs, then bites her lip, little shoulders quaking up and down. 

“What! You are such a stinker, Stell!” Mack laughs. 

“He brings McDonalds without me asking. Just shows up with it!” 

“We call that a suck up. He is buying your love.”

“And it’s working.” Mack claps her hand over her chest and howls with laughter. Stella is such a hoot. She always knows how to make Mack laugh.

“Let’s go sassy pants. Get some boots on, it was snowing earlier.”

Mack and Stella bundle up for the three walk block down the street to grab french fries, chicken nuggets, and a Sprite for each of them. Mack opens the door to let them out. They both startle when they see a tall figure on the other side of the door, fist raised, poised to knock. Stella catches on first.

“Davey!” Stella yells excitedly, launching into him. She headbutts him directly in the junk and he coughs out in pain. 

“Ooo. Hi Stell.” He says tightly, hand coming to grip himself over his zipper. “Ow.” He hisses air in through his teeth.

“Maybe you shouldn’t hover in people’s doorways.” Mack shrugs, stepping out of the apartment. She turns with the key, flipping the lock then turns back to the hallway. Mack gasps at how tightly David is crowding her space. She has to tilt her head all the way back to see his face.

“Got an answer for me?” He whispers, lips poised only a foot from her lips. She drags her top teeth over bottom lip. Her chest puffs out, feeling dizzy at the assault of his scent and masculine energy hovering over her.

“Is that why you’re here?” She wonders.

“No, I’m here to watch Stell.” He smirks, thinking it's cute that she thinks he came up to bug her.

“I’m here watching Stell? Lucie and Connor left an hour ago.” He furrows his brows in confusion, mustache pursing out with his top lip. He tilts his head to the side.

“Oh…” He trails off, then looks over his shoulder at Stella. “I guess you win again, Mackncheese.” 

“What? A night of watching TV dictated by a child? Lucky me.” He chuckles. 

“Over-under on how many times you’re watching the Little Mermaid?”

“I’m taking the under.” She laughs, then puts the keys in her purse. David shoves his hands in his worn, jean pockets, still not giving her much space. He is dressed in an olive green sweater that highlights the deepness of his emerald eyes.

“Where you going?” He asks.

“McDonalds!!!” Stell yells, coming back up to them. “You can come with us!”

“Oh… he probably has other-"

“Sweet! What are we getting?!” David answers before Mack can finish. She sighs heavily. Now that Stella is involved, there is no way David is not coming.

“Chicken nuggets!”

“Chicken nuggets?! Is that all you eat!? Gonna stunt your growth? Gonna be like the little runt piglets on my farm."

“Yeah!” She cheers, then slides her little hand in his big paw. “Go, go, go!”

She forces her body almost completely forward trying to pull him. He grips her tighter to keep her upright, then begins to walk. Mack stands there, dumbfounded at what is happening. How does he get invited along to everything? She watches her niece skip excitedly down to the elevator with David, admiring the way his strong arm easily supports and monitors every leap of Stella into the air. When she stumbles once, he catches her completely, like a constant safety net.They’re all the way to the elevator before they notice she isn’t with them.

“What’s it gonna be Mack?” David asks.

Mack knows he is talking about more than this McDonald’s run.

[ollieinoue]

MOLLIE PT II.

siri play best friend by saweetie & doja cat [ playlist tag ] [ mollie pt i. ] @montyrichler

B a noBody 【SOAK】 ▇ STUPID 【Matt Watson】 ▇ ILY, HOW ARE YOU? 【AS IT IS】 ▇ My Best Friend 【Weezer】 ▇ The Kids Aren't alright 【Fall Out Boy】 ▇ i never wanna die 【Bea Miller】 ▇ Raw Raw 【K.Flay】 ▇ Want It Bad 【Cowboy Malfoy】 ▇ ARE WE STILL FRIENDS? 【Tyler, The Creator】 ▇ You Get Me So High 【The Neighborhood】 ▇ Cupid 【Ryan Beatty】 ▇ Dirty Shoes 【CARR】 ▇ Later 【SuperKnova】 ▇ So Alright, Cool, Whatever 【The Happy Fits】 ▇ I Never Loved Myself Like I Loved You 【Dead Poet Society】 ▇ Everything Else Can Wait 【We The Kings】 ▇ Best Friend 【Ingrid Michaelson】 ▇ photobooth 【Mothe】 ▇ Eventually 【Hotel Mira】 ▇ Crumbs 【Belaganas】 ▇ Jinx 【Lia Pappas-Kemps】 ▇ What If It Doesn't End Well 【chloe moriondo】 ▇ No Big Deal (I Love You) 【dodie】 ▇ hate to be lame 【Lizzy McAlpine, FINNEAS】 ▇ Be Your Boy 【Medium Build】 ▇ Before You 【Benson Boone】 ▇ HEY BESTIE 【Neanderthal】 ▇ A Memory Away 【Matt Maeson】 ▇ Love Me When It Hurts 【Vesperteen】 ▇ All I Need To Hear 【The 1975】

+ some lyrics (there are 30 songs so it's pretty long be warned)

B a noBody by SOAK

You ring, you ring a bell to show You're bleeding I watched, I saw your mind fall, Out of your head Weekends and cheap thrills, Risk it all for an inch of fun, We'll never amount To anything

STUPID by Matt Watson

I don't wanna hurt you But I already did And you don't even know it yet

ILY, HOW ARE YOU? by As It Is

You smile but your eyes They scream 'ignore me' White lies, blue skies But the rain is pouring Down

My Best Friend by Weezer

The Kids Aren't Alright by Fall Out Boy

And in the end I'd do it all again I think you're my best friend Don't you know that the kids aren't al-, kids aren't alright? I'll be yours When it rains it pours Stay thirsty like before Don't you know that the kids aren't al-, kids aren't alright?

i never wanna die by Bea Miller

'Cause you're so fuckin' special, oh And I don't wanna let go, oh 'Cause now I think I'm lookin' at you like it's the very first time You're just so fuckin' special So I never wanna die, no I never wanna die

Raw Raw by K.Flay

I came up from the depths of hell with a golf club in my hand You disarmed me, no defense My armor turned to sand It's hard to escape the wounds of the past Every time I feel something real I wanna take it back Sensitive I'm peeling back my skin You got me raw raw

Want It Bad by Cowboy Malfoy

I can tell what you're doin' baby My hands your hips I can take you through it baby I'm a sucker don't tempt me with affection Hold me for the night I won't second guess it Undefined romance Got me in a trance

ARE WE STILL FRIENDS? by Tyler, The Creator

I can't stop you, I can't rock too I've been back there and I can not die too But I've got to know Are we still friends? Can we be friends?

You Get Me So High by The Neighborhood

If you can just let me know if it's okay To call you when I'm lonely

Cupid by Ryan Beatty

He's the only one on my mind He's the only one I call when I'm feeling reckless Tell me that you're mine Open up your heart for a minute Let me see the things you got hiding in it

Dirty Shoes by CARR

So let me take your clothes off You know I'm a showoff I would let you get some With your dirty shoes on I know I"m a nightmare But you're always right there So I'll let you get some Any time you want some

Later by SuperKnova

There's nothing that can save us So stay a little later I dunno what this makes us but we'll figure it out later

So Alright, Cool, Whatever by The Happy Fits

After you leave, I'll be so alright, it's true It's not like I've got something grand to say to you Like, "You'll be the only ever one Like the only ever ones who came before"

I Never Loved Myself Like I Loved You by Dead Poet Society

I can't say I know When I'm gonna shut down 'cause I don't Remember when I told you I could never show you, no The state of mind that I am in The hurricane I thought I lost you in It's flooding through my bloodstream Drowning out my heartbeat, oh

Everything Else Can Wait by We The Kings

Can you stay with me in this moment And forget what tomorrow is You know the only thing that matters Is right here in your hands Your thoughts are racing overtaking you But slow your mind instead You say how can that be so easy And I said when I'm with you everything else can wait

Best Friend by Ingrid Michaelson

Right away, I knew I liked you You seemed so cool, I didn't even have to try to Your stupid laugh, the way you flirt The way you look so good in my old T-shirt

photobooth by Mothe

Being honest feels like sneaking out the window I need you to know it's not that bad to fall Are you ready?

Eventually by Hotel Mira

Truth is, I’ve been lying to myself It’s stupid, but it’s a battle cry for help And what do I know Yeah, all that I know It’s you and me, eventually

Crumbs by Belaganas

Just take my hand when you're feeling numb You take my bread and I take your crumbs I don't mind Cause I never wanna be your yesterday

Jinx by Lia Papas-Kemps

And can't you see the future? You can make me breakfast I'll be extroverted and you'll be introspective When the world is quiet, I can hear you thinking God, I think I love you I don't wanna jinx it

What If It Doesn't End Well by chloe moriondo

But what if it doesn't end well Would you still stay? What if I fuck it up like I always do And my shit gets in the way? What if it doesn't end well Would we still be fine? When the world is over and we go under Would you still be mine?

No Big Deal (I Love You) by dodie

I don't mind, say I care, you're the best Yeah, you hold me like its already said I don't mind, I will do this dance For the rest of my life, for as long as you want

hate to be lame by Lizzy McAlpine & FINNEAS

It's always on the tip of my tongue But I stop myself from saying it Tell myself it's not the right time or something dumb But then you kiss me like you do And we're right back where we started from Hate to admit but it might be true Hate to admit but I think you knew Hate to be lame but I might love you

Be Your Boy by Medium Build

So much of life has got you feeling tired Would you still read me, baby, if I weren't required I care about what you say, believe, and think Are you the person I've been dreaming of between the sheets? Oh, boy Tell me how to be your boy

Before You by Benson Boone

Darling, if you don't mind I'll take your hand tonight We could just slow down time Let me adore you And from the moment I looked in those dark brown eyes I can't remember life before you

HEY BESTIE by Neanderthal

hey bestie when you met me did you think it’d go this well I’ve never been, this fucking deep intwined with someone else spend half the week at ur apartment, you spend the other half at mine keep my phone by my side when we’re apart Never gotten this far

A Memory Away by Matt Maeson

Baby, that's love Give what you can, but you can't give enough Love is a game that can never be won And babe, I'm a loser, calling your bluff

Love Me When It Hurts by Vesperteen

You love me when i Fuck it up, tear it down I don't wanna be this way forever You love me when i Blow it up, break it down You and i can piece it back together But you still love me when it hurts

All I Need to Hear by The 1975

'Cause it all means nothing, my dear If I can't be holding you near So tell me you love me 'Cause that's all that I need to hear

[cherrywine333]

Chapter One: Wildflower

“Fuck” Shoko groaned hearing the alarm going off as she sat up in her bed. “Is the degree worth it?” She asked herself forcing herself out of her bed. She walked into her bathroom turing on the light, looking ask herself in the mirror before taking off her pajamas as starting the shower feeling the cold water hitting her skin.

“Siri play Boys”, she said as she relaxed feeling the water getting warmer. “Playing Boys by Hippo Campus” She heard the robotic voice say as she started humming along with the song cleaning herself up.

Shoko groaned stepping out of the shower, walking into her closet throwing on her jeans and a oversized shirt as she struggled to put on her converse. Falling over herself as she went to tie her shoes.

“Morning Kiyoko”, Shoko said as she walked into their living room seeing Kiyoko and her boyfriend Tanaka in the kitchen.

“Morning Sho”, Kiyoko said as she looked up at Shoko. “How did you sleep?” She asked her.

Shoko looked at her as she grabbed a peach, “I feel like I barely did.” Shoko said taking a bite. “I ended up walking Hitoka home since she got a bit more drunk than expected.”

“You're a better person than you make yourself seem out to be.” Tanaka said to Shoko earning him an eye roll.

“I never said I was a bad person”, Shoko said to him as she finished her peach. “I just don't like a lot of people.”

“So you're shy?” Tanaka teased.

“Nope just an introvert.” Shoko said as she washed her hands and grabbed her bag. “Gotta blast see you two later.” Shoko said walking out of their apartment locking the door and putting on her headphones. “I think i'm feeling some Beach House.” She thought to herself feeling her feet touch the ground with each beat.

Walking across campus feeling the dread of walking to her chemistry lecture, the last general education course she would have to take before she could focus on her major. Taking a random seat sighing as she saw her twin brother walk into the classroom.

“Hey Sho,” She heard her name be called through her headphones as she took them off.

“Hey Tet,” She said back to him. “I thought you already took this class?” She asked him as he sat next to her.

“I did, but i'm the TA for this semester.” He said to her pushing some hair out of his eyes. “One of my friends is having to take this class so i'm mostly here for him.”

“Oh and who would that be?” Shoko asked him as if on que.

“KUROO, MY MAN!” She heard a familiar voice looking up to see Kotaro Bokuto. “Hey other Kuroo!” He said looking down at her.

She looked up at him, “You can call me Shoko if you'd like.” She said putting away her headphones.

“Cool thanks Shoko, mind if I sit next to you?” He asked her smiling.

“Sure I won't mind,” She said as she got out her laptop as she went to turn to Tetsurou seeing he left to go talk to the teacher. “So ummm how have you been?” She asked trying to make conversation.

“I have been good volleyball has kept me busy.” He said to her as he got out his laptop seeing her tapping her foot on the ground. “How about you?” He asked her.

“I've been okay I guess.” She said avoiding eye contact. “You guess?” He asked her, “Kuroo said you've been getting more serious with your song writing, how's that been?”

She looked at him with her eyes widening a bit, “He brought that up?” She asked him. “Well I asked him,” He said to her. “Looks like class is starting but we should catch up at sometime Shoko.”

She slightly smiled at him, “We should.” She said as she went to pay attention to the lecture.

“when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.” - William Shakespeare (Romeo and Juliet)

[djtheabishai]

What Do You Miss?

In this story, D.J. is with Diavolo, Brook is with Lucifer and MC (You) is with any other character besides those two and Simeon and Barbatos (They are gay together) With Luke being a no go as well, with obvious reasons why.

Dispite them both being half demon and half dragon, D.J. is going to be refered to as the Half Dragon because she takes after her dragon side while Brook is gonna be refered to as the Half Demon because she takes after more.of her demon side.

(Considering this fact and the history between the two species, it's a wonder the two don't fight a lot more often)

Barbatos is "Father" or "Father Barb" to the twins and Simeon is "Papa" to D.J..

D.J. = Diciria (Die-Siri-Uh) Joyce

I say Human Realm because it sound better than Human World.

Wyvgon is a draconic kingdom where Brook is Queen of. She's currently visiting her sister in the Devildom, who is the Queen of the Devildom.

Summery: You, Brook and D.J. talk about what you miss the most.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

Sitting in your room at the table at the HoL, you, Brook and D.J. are talking.

"Luke has gotten better with his baking skills." You pointed out, pointing a cookie at the half demon before taking a bite out of it." "Yeah he has. If he keeps it up, he might even be better then the demon himself!" D.J. agreed. The three chuckled. "He's gonna miss Father when he leaves." Brook said. "He will miss Luke." You said.

"What will you miss when you leave?" Brook asked you. "Me? I ain't leaving again! I'm gonna be here till the end of time!" You told them. "So you're immortal now?" The twins asked. "Thanks to Solomon's food. I couldn't back out of it no matter how hard I tried. I should be dead from a freak accident months ago, but I'm alive!" You then mutter. "Maybe that's why he's immortal.." You ponder the thought for a bit.

"You know what that means right? Since you can't die." D.J. said, grabbing a cookie and pushing up her glasses. "That I can do whatever I want without facing death?" You say with a smirk. The half dragon chuckles. " That. And that you'll outlive all of us here in the Devildom. Except for Solomon and maybe Father Barb. So if I were you, I'd stick with Solomon, so I know I don't have to worry about him dying and leaving me behind. Poor Barb though. He'll eventually lose Papa." The half dragon frowns as her glasses slide down her nose as she looks at the table, making a sad dragon noise.

"Well that's a depressing thought. Thanks Diciria." Her twin scoffed. She lifted her eyes to her twin and gave a small, sad smile. " On the bright side!" You'll still have Solomon and Father can jump timelines to have his fallen angel!" Brook said. "Let's not talk about what we're gonna miss, let's talk about what we already miss! MC! Why don't you go first?" Brook tried to change the subject.

"I miss the days when I didn't have to face the fact I'll outlive everyone I've come to know and love....." You say in a monotone voice. Brook shot her sister a glare, who chuckld nervously. "Hey, not everyone." D.J. tried to comfort you. Brook growled and huffed, smoke coming from her nose. D.J. cleared her throat and looked away, whistling while pushing her glasses back up.

"I guess I'll go next!" Brook said, trying to be cheery again. "I miss days when me, D.J. and Diavolo were younger, we'd run around the garden, playing Hide-and-seek with Father. Or on days when Father didn't feel like making anything, (D.J.: Which was a very VERY rare day) he'd order out and we'd have a small picnic on the outskirts of the Devildom, on a very tall hill with a big tree that looked over the Devildom." Brook said, purple eyes lost in remembrance with a smile on her face.

You tried to picture a younger Barbatos, Diavolo, D.J. and Brook, playing Hide-and-seek and having a picnic. "He doesn't seem like the person to do that." You say. "He did. It sadly stopped because we got older and responsiblies started to kick in. I can't remember the last we had a picnic. Just the four of us." D.J. said, trying to remember.

"What do you miss, D.J.?" You asked her, looking at her to see her pupils expand a bit then turn back into slits again, showing she heard your question. She raised her hand to the back of her neck and scratched it.

"I miss..." She lowered her hand her lap, trying to figure out what she miss the most. " I miss my daily flights with Dia." She finally confirmed. "I noticed that he wasn't flying with you anymore a long while ago. Just exactly how long ago was it?" Brook asked. "It was before Nova came along and tried to ruin everything between us."

"Who's Nova?" You asked. "Diavolo oldest child. D.J. that was a century and a half ago!" Brook said. "You mean to tell me you both haven't raced in 150 years?!" " Yes! After Nova was dealt with, I was mad a him for a short while then he got super busy trying to catch up on paper work, then when the exchange program happened, we ... didn't have time anymore. He's so busy now. I mean, I love that I still have time with him but .. I miss our special times together." D.J. said, looking down at the floor, tears going her cheeks.

"I know how you feel there." Brook said, giving a small frown of her own.

"I still fly everyday. I have to or my wings can't support me. I fly with with the brothers time to time with Lucifer and Beel being the ones I fly with the most. Brook flies with me to the best of her abilities, but she can't keep up for the time needed because she herself can't fly because her wings can't support her. (Brook: But from I lack in flight, I make up in running!) I fly with Papa as well, but not as much." D.J. lists.

"I miss the company and the challenge. That's what me and Dia did. We challenged ourselves and the other to be better. See who can get to the finish first. Winner chooses where to eat between here, the Human Realm or Wyvgon, loser pays." The half dragon gives a small smile. "I'd love to have company, I don't care if they can fly or not. I'd carry them. I just miss the company." She says.

You look over at at the half dragon. "Have you already done your daily flight?" You ask. "Yeah, I have." She confimred. "Then how about you can take me on your daily flight tomorrow? Show me one of yours and Diavolo's race courses." You suggest. The half dragon lit up. "Really?!" She asks. You nod "Really!" You confirm, smling. "Thank you!" She thanked, jumping up from her chair, grabbing you and lifting you off the ground, crushing you in a bear hug.

"D.-J.. Y-You're crush-ing me!" You tell her. She lets go and you gasp for air. "I'm so sorry! Are you ok?" "I'm alright." You pant.

D.J. shifts her feet a bit. "I want to apologize for putting those thoughts in your head about being immortal." She apologizes. "It's alright, I was gonna have to come to terms with it sooner or later." You say.

D.J. looks at her sister. "I'll talk to Father and see if we can have a picnic like the old times. Just the four of us." D.J. said. "Well that won't be fair." You said. "And why not?" D.J. asks, turning to face you. "Because you're with Diavolo now. And I'm sure you and Diavolo weren't together on the last picnic you four went on." You pointed out. " No, they weren't." Brook pointed out. "Have him bring Simeon along and Brook can bring Lucifer!" You said. "It'll be a triple date!" Brook cheered.

"With our parents! Having one with your siblings is one thing but with your parents?" D.J. questioned. "Don't think of it that way, think of it as parents spending time with their daughters!" You told her.

"Alright fine. But you better tell Lucifer that we are not gonna be going as titles, but as family. " D.J. told her sister. "Don't worry, I will." She said.

[bellatrixscurls]

DOLLY | SIRIUS BLACK

summary : you cannot stand one another... can you?

warnings : smut, ‘enemies’ to lovers, mentions of anxiety and Walburga, mutual pinning (kinda, more on siri’s part though), teasing, fingering, creampie, oral (fem receiving), kinda mean siri at some point, tears. pls lmk if i missed any! :)

a/n : it is my first time writing a full fic in like months so pls like it <3 aldhsk

At this point, the whole table is watching you bickering with Sirius. You have started an argument because your soup was cold, and he jokingly said that he could heat it up for you... between his buns.

“Hey, I was just saying!” Sirius defends himself, his hands making a barrier between his face and the food you are currently throwing at him.

“Merlin! I cannot even tell you the pity I take on your future partner, the one that will. have to. share a bloody. bed. with you!” you groan, throwing small pieces of toast at him between every word.

Across from you, sitting beside James and Peter, because obviously he wouldn’t want to be the one getting thrown food at, Remus is resting his chin on his palm, sighing heavily.

James, being the dummy he usually is, leans closer to Remus, side-eyeing you and Sirius. “Why does she like talking badly about herself?”

Your eyes widen slightly and Sirius chuckles at his friend’s remark. You nudge his leg from under the table. “Why are you laughing? Do you think this is funny? Because let me tell you, Black. If my destiny is so unfortunate that I’ll end up marrying you, make sure your life will be pure hell- Worse than your own mother.”

Despite your harsh tone, the corners of your lips threaten to tilt upwards, but Sirius rolls his eyes with a small smile, the situation playing in his mind like an entire romance movie. “I don’t mind” he mumbles more to himself, but you manage to hear him. And even so, you decide to stay quiet, a smile pulling at your lips once again.

James and Remus both share a look, even Peter, who is usually oblivious to everything.

***

“How did he get an O and I got an E!” you whine desperately, tugging at Remus’ sleeve in an attempt to gain his attention, but he only rolls his eyes, ignoring you and the smirking Sirius on the other side of him. “He didn’t even study!”

“I’m naturally smart, Y/n/n” he answers cheekily, sticking his tongue out when you do.

James decides he’s had enough, and soon after, his eyes lit up — an idea. “Hey Y/n/n. You should probably let Pads tutor you. Since, uh, you know, he is better than you in Herbology.”

At his words, your eyes widen and you turn to glare at James, his hands up in defence. “He is not better... But fine! I’ll let him tutor me just so you can see that I’m right, and it won’t change my grade at all.”

***

Later on in the day, you find yourself sat across from Sirius in the common room, in a more private corner. On the table, he has several Herbology books that he’s gathered from the library before said exam.

He seems really passionate about what he’s talking about, teaching you about plants and how gentle you have to be with them, no matter how unusual and aggressive some of them are.

“The flutterby bush, for example. You have to care for it every single day, otherwise it will die. And also, its leaves are very fragile so you might want to be extra careful with it...” he explains, pointing at the aforementioned plant in one of the books before you. “I would’ve gotten one to show you better, but it cannot ever be moved from its initial spot. Otherwise it can become very violent.”

You hum, watching him as your chin rests on the palm of your hand, your eyes glinting unusually. “You know a lot about plants” you say rather dreamily. You’ve never known that Sirius Black would have a hobby, something he actually cared for and knew lots about. But now that it is happening, it feels strange, a warm feeling going through your body.

Sirius chuckles, and you swear you can see blush creep into his cheeks. “Yeah I- I like plants.. Believe it or not, I lied when I said that I didn’t study for the exam.”

Your eyes widen mockingly, and Sirius nudges your leg when you say, “I would’ve never known! Why would you lie about that!”

Your small, cosy corner turns into your safe place in a matter of seconds. The way you can joke, so relaxed, with Sirius. You’ve judged him wrong. Maybe you seeing him as your inferior was not the best way to treat someone you have never even tried to actually get to know.

After a moment or two of Sirius staring at you adoringly, too lost in your smile and blushy cheeks, he speaks up “Um, I- I suppose that is all you need to know.”

He says, and you think he is about to leave, but he doesn’t. He keeps staring at you, picking at his nails as he looks into your eyes.

“Uh- yeah” you say, dipping your chin in a small nod, still reluctant to leave, so you decide not to be the one who leaves first. You sort of hope that he doesn’t, either.

Your heart grows warm when he actually does not get up to leave, but instead, he moves closer to you, sitting next to you. “I’ve got to admit something” he says urgently, and you hum, causing him to continue. “I’ve had a butterbeer or two before coming here. You may think ‘Ew, Sirius, that’s so gross’” he imitates your voice at the last part, in a high-pitched tone, and you laugh loudly, receiving a wide grin from Sirius. He knows that normally, you would’ve scolded him for making fun of you. “I actually did it because...- We never spend time alone and I figured that this would be the only decent moment to confess this.”

You wait for him to continue, but he doesn’t. Instead, he gulps, licking his now abnormally dry lips, mainly from the anxiety. “Siri?” you ask softly, your hand on his knee, rubbing it lovingly.

“Y-Yeah?” his cheeks turn a bright pink. You’ve never called him that before, not even Sirius, to be honest. Usually, you’d much rather call him ‘idiot’ or ‘dimwit’, but now, something makes you open your heart to him. Maybe this version of him isn’t as bad as the one you’ve imagined and dealt with.

“Oh! Sorry...” he mumbles, placing his hand over yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I um- You- I’m attracted to you, Y/n/n. I’ve no idea if that is due to your stupid jokes or the way you always have to be right about everything but- I like you” his brows furrow as if saying these things out loud make him realise, for the first time ever, how helplessly weak in the knees he is for you.

When Sirius’ eyes find yours, he finds a very much shocked Y/n, eyes wide and mouth agape. That’s it, the end of your ‘friendship’, you’ll probably never want to speak to him again—

“Y/n-” “Shut up” you say rather sternly, your hands cupping his hands and smashing your lips into his. You hear Sirius sigh contently mid-kiss, his lips pressing back into yours.

His hands find your waist and yours find his hair, both desperately groping each other, the common room growing hot all of a sudden.

“Wait-” you say breathlessly as you pull away, licking your lips as you attemt to catch your breath. His eyebrows furrow and you give him a small smile, “What if any of the prefects come in here? They can find us and we’ll be in big trouble.”

Sirius’ face softens and a soft smile graces his swollen lips, his grey eyes gazing into yours intensely. “S’that what you’re worried about, sweetness?” your face flushes at the nickname, and Sirius groans when he feels you press your burning face against his neck, hiding from him. “I would do a year’s worth of detention just for five minutes of eating you out.”

“S-Siri-” you stutter when his hands move to pull your underwear to the side, his usually cold fingers rubbing into your sopping folds. “Please” you cry quietly, holding onto his shoulders.

He hums, his fingers finding your entrance and slowly pushing them inside of you, and they slip easily due to your wetness. “I’ve made you a mess, baby?” he teases, but you nod nonetheless, head on his shoulder as you watch his hands work on your cunt, with teary eyes.

“Messy,” your bottom lip wobbles, hating being messy when you feel so vulnerable.

“Yeah, baby” he pumps his fingers forcefully, causing you to jolt from time to time, your cunt way too sensitive from his slow but hard thrusts. “Your cunt’s so messy, my love. All swollen, with your juices dripping onto my trousers.”

One of his fingers inches up to rub at your clit, your hole clenching around his fingers as he does so. “I-It’s so good, Siri” you whimper into his neck, leaving little wet kisses all over his scented skin. “I- Gonna cum soon..” your breathing gets heavier with every pump of his fingers, tears rolling down your cheeks like waterfalls as you try to hold back from cumming yet.

Sirius smirks against your cheek, solely focusing on making you cum before he does, even though you’ve not touched him yet. “Gotta hurry up, yeah? Cum f’me so I can cum for you, puppy. You wanna get my cum?” he taunts, desperate himself, and you nod desperately, panting and writhing on top of him as he keeps your legs secured around his waist.

“C-Cum... Cum now, Siri..” you tell him alarmedly, barely even breathing as you clench around his fingers, moving up and down on them, at the same time as his thrusts, helping you ride out your orgasm.

“Siri!” you yelp as you finally come down from your high, but Sirius keeps thrusting into you, reluctantly pulling his fingers out only to wrap his lips around them, moaning at your taste. “That’s yucky! You can’t-”

“I can’t?” he challenges, an eyebrow raised in question. You gulp slightly, chewing on your bottom lip, “I- Yes you can I’m so sorry-”

He chuckles and you stop talking, looking at him with wide eyes, “S’alright, dovie. I was just teasing.”

Your face softens and you lean back into his warmth, wrapping your arms around his torso as his holds your waist. You hesitate to ask him something you’ve been dying to, but the words leave your mouth before your mind can process it, “Can you please fuck me now?”

Your question is so obscene but you say it so innocently, that it makes his pants tighten around his cock, his pants forming a barrier between his painfully hard cock and your cunt.

“Yeah? You still want that?” he tries to tease you but you can hear the excitement bubbling in his stomach, and his wide grin that gives it away.

“Mhm. Yes, Siri, please. Please give me your cock” you beg pathetically, finally pulling away from him so he is able to see your puppy eyes and pouty lips.

You shudder as Sirius moves violently, trying and pulling on his zipper, one of his hands still holding your thigh so you can’t fall from his lap. “Fucking hell” he murmurs when he finally pushes it all the way down, his cock springing free, touching up to your belly.

“S’so pretty.. your cock” you murmur dreamily and your pointer finger traces the tip gently, leaving him to shudder after every little touch.

“You just have to- put it inside now” his voice is strained, his cock red as your fingers dance across it gently, the little touches making goosebumps arise.

You hum, your hole clenching around positively nothing as you move up on your knees, the tip of Sirius’ cock brushing against your clit. “Oh-” you whimper at the delicious friction, Sirius trying desperately to keep himself from thrusting up into you at once.

“Put it in, or are you that dumb you can’t even do that?” his words are harsh and they bring tears to your eyes, your chin wobbling as you lower yourself down onto his cock, it stretching you out and leaving you gasping as your heart pounds against your ribcage.

Sirius’ mouth falls open as loud moans escape from it, his painted nails digging into your hips as he grounds you, keeping his cock as deep inside of you as it can get. “Fuck, puppy” he moans loudly as he keeps you pressed against his balls, thrusting hard into you, only trying to get much deeper than he already is.

“Siri,” you whine helplessly, overwhelmed with the pleasure he is giving you as your hands grip his biceps.

His balls slap against your hole continuously and you cannot help but clench around him ever since you’ve lowered yourself on his cock. It feels like such a bliss, that you cannot say much, your moans and whines and whimpers being the only sounds you can make.

Sirius refuses to pull out just a bit before he can push in again, and instead, he keeps forcing himself inside of you, your walls fluttering against his rock-hard cock.

His cold fingertips are on your breasts, kneading softly, as he gazes lovingly up at you, his low moans mixing with your desperate gasps, and he feels like he can stay like this forever.

“I like this” you whimper when you feel his hands pulling on your sensitive buds, and squeezing them between his skilled fingers. Sirius’ smirk grows wider, and he feels himself nearing his own end when your hand reaches behind you, softly cradling his balls, soft fingertips grazing his sensitive area.

He can hear your breathing picking up, and his does as well.

“Will you come for me, dolly?” he asks and you nod, eyes teary as he hits just the right spot. “Hey, hey. That’s alright, sweetness. You can cum, I’ve got you.”

Then, with a promise and a few sweet words from the one and only, you tighten around Sirius’ shaft as he keeps thrusting into you at a mind-blowing pace. Sirius pulls you down against his chest rather roughly, his hands wrapping tightly around your back. He reconnects his lips with yours, and he hungrily devours the obscene yet most angelic sounds you’re making.

Before he can feel you relax against him, Sirius spills his cum into you with a loud moan, throwing his head back as your lips find his neck, kissing and sucking and licking every little part of the exposed skin. He keeps thrusting into you a few more times after that, his legs weak, so you decide to help him out and bounce on his cock yourself, feeling another orgasm build up already.

Sirius chuckles breathlessly as he looks back up at you, a wide smile gracing his lips. “Such a good girl, baby. Keep doing that, come on.”

You beam at the praise, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on Sirius’ cheek, that positively warms his heart.

***

“Are you leaving me?” you ask anxiously as your head snaps up from the pillow, your head turning towards Sirius who is standing, a soft smile on his face.

“No- No, sweetheart. I brought you my shirt... I would’ve brought clothes from your dorm but- You wouldn’t have seemed too fond of that either” he chuckles as he reveals your naked form from underneath the covers, helping you put it on before he sets you back on the bed, covering you once again.

After dressing himself as well, Sirius gets down under the covers with you, his chest pressing against your back as his arm wraps around your body from behind.

“Get some rest, honey.”

“But I just wanna talk about this—”

“And we will, yeah? Tomorrow” he assures with a kiss to your shoulder, nosing at your skin. “We’ll have a nice — maybe romantic — date by the lake, just the two of us. And then we can talk how much you want us to.”

Your heart starts beating rapidly when he mentions the word ‘date’. The Sirius Black wants to take you out on a date.

As if reading your thoughts, but really feeling your heartbeat against his hand, Sirius smirks against your shoulder. “Goodnight, doll.”

[robynlilyblack]

Over the years

Sirius Black x fem! Reader

[Requested – see request here]

Summary: Moments from Y/n and Sirius’ life as they raise Harry together

Warnings: swearing, mentions of James and Lilys death, kissing

A/n: 1.6k words, in this universe jilly does die but Peter is caught and sent to Azkaban, reader is an ex-slytherin. Thank you for the request this was sweet to write, I did change the last little bit of your request I hope you don’t mind it felt nicer to end it like that, enjoy x

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24th of December 1981

“Look Harry” you bob him up and down on your side as you show him the Christmas tree “Santa will be here soon” you nuzzle your nose into his causing him to let out the cutest giggle

Sirius walks in with a blanket for you both stopping at the door as he sees you and Harry, his heart exploding and aching all at once. As he watched you both he smiled, he always knew you’d make an amazing mother, he only wished you both became parents under better circumstances. He missed James and Lily more than anything, it killed him that they would never get to see these moments and Harry wouldn’t get to grow up with them. He shook away his thoughts before he started to tear up, moving to hug you from behind leaning to give you a kiss on the cheek

“Hi darling” he looks at Harry who pouts “You want one too” he leans forward kissing the boy’s cheek making him burst out in smiles

He turns to look at your face noticing you look a bit sad “You okay?”

“He hasn’t spoken since…” you couldn’t say it, still hurt so much “he makes the cutest noises but what if he saw it and never speaks again” you try to hold back your sniffles as you rock Harry whose attention has now been caught by one of the bobbles on the tree

Sirius tightens is grip on your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple “He’ll talk when he’s ready” he looks at Harry a bit of mischief appears in his smile “I bet he’ll say Pads or Sirius first”

You look at him “He won’t I’m his favourite he’ll say y/n�� you gain Harry’s attention again “Won’t you Harry, can you say y/n for me” you try to coax the boy but he just giggles

“What about pads, can you say pads for your uncle Sirius” Sirius tries as well but Harry scrunches up his face making you giggle

“I think I’ve got better odds darling” you bite you lip looking at him “What are the stakes?”

“Dishes for a week” he poses raising an eyebrow at you

“Deal”

8th of March, 1982

“When your auntie y/n gets back from the shops I need you to say pads for me okay, Sirius even just anything along those lines” Sirius tries to barging with Harry as he sits on the floor while Harry plays with some toys in front of him

The boy looks up at him almost as if to say ‘why are you interrupting my play time’ “Please Moonys coming to stay this week for his birthday and do you have any idea how much that man eats” Sirius half pleads with the kid, face softening at Harrys giggle at him

“Hey troubles” y/n comes into the room placing down the grocery bags on the floor

Harrys eyes light up, shakily standing up to run up to you “Mommy!” he makes grabby hands

Yours and Sirius’ eyes widen, you start tearing up “Did you just call me mommy?” you ask as you pick him up

Harry pouts in your arms trying to wipe the tears “mommy don cry”

“No honey these are happy tears” you hold him tight to your chest, Harry gripping your shirt tightly

You turn to Sirius who also had tears of joy in his eyes walking up to kiss your forehead whispering “I love you”

Smiling back, you lean up to kiss him properly “I love you too”

As you pull back you smirk “What” he tilts his head

“That counts” you raise your eyebrows

“Fuck” he curses shaking his head, starting to chuckle

“Fuck” your heads shoot down to Harry, Sirius puts his hand over his mouth to stop from laughing

“Siri!”

24th of May, 1985

“Siri you seen my shirt” you scrabble to get your clothes on knowing Remus would be back any minute with Harry

“Try near the desk in the bedroom I’m sure I threw it in that general direction” Sirius replies as he finishes getting his own clothes on, zipping up his trousers as he hears Remus come in

“Guys” you and can hear the tone in Remus’ voice warning you that you both better be dressed “We’re back”

Sirius comes into the room “Harry, you have a nice day with your uncle Moony” luckily the boys too excited to see his messy hair and flushed cheeks

Harry beams up at him “Yeah! We went to this park and this lady had these little pink bouncy creatures and she let me hold one, and then we got ice-cream!” he excitingly replies jumping up and down as Remus chuckles behind him

Sirius’ hair moves a bit revealing his neck causing Harry to furrow his eyebrows “Daddy what happened to your neck” he pouts thinking his dad got hurt

“Oh” he places his hand over his neck as Remus tries not to giggle as he shakes his head “Hit it on a…door” Remus facepalms at the terrible excuse

“Hey Harry you have a good time!” you finally walk in

“Mommy!” Harry runs up to you jumping into your arms

“There’s the door now” Remus smirks motioning to your shirt

You look down realising its not only inside out but also the wrong way around, Sirius starts chuckling as Remus just shakes his head at his friends

“Oops”

Your birthday, 1986

“Happy Birthday mum! I made you a card and I got you this” Harry hands you a little card and a drawing of you, Sirius and harry with the name’s ‘mom’ and ‘dad’ above you a Sirius

Sirius pressed a kiss to your cheek as you smile at the drawing “Do you like it?” he looks up at you with big doe eyes

“I love it sweetie” you pull him into a hug

5th of August, 1989

“Mum, Dad?” Harry walks into the kitchen with a thoughtful look

“What’s up?” Sirius pats the seat next to him as you move from the sink over to the table, leaning a hand on the back of your husband’s chair

“Well…” he looks at you both nervously “…I was wondering…” he smiles at you putting on his best puppy eyes

“Wondering what?” you extend the syllables

“If we could get a dog” he looks between you both leaning his head forward a bit as he gauged your reactions

You start giggling a little bit as Sirius smiles “What?” Harry sits up a bit completely confused

“I think it’s time we told him” you say as you squeeze Sirius’ shoulder

“Told me what?”

Sirius stands up moving away from the table as Harry turns into his seat to watch. His eyes widen as Sirius shifts into a dog, completely bewildered

“Harry meet snuffles” you and Harry start laughing as your husband huffs in hid dog form

31st of July, 1991

“MOM! DAD!” Harry comes sprinting into the room “It came” he shouts excitedly holding up his Hogwarts letter

1st of September, 1991

“Oh” Sirius looks down the platform “I’ll be back in a minute I need to tell Molly thank you for Arthurs mods on the bike” he presses a kiss to your cheek and winks at Harry

You smile before it drops seeing Harry looking nervous, kneeling down to check something on the trolley “You okay?” you join him kneeling on the floor

He looks up at you, his eyes a wash of worries “Do you think I’ll be a Gryffindor like you and…and them?”

“Aww sweetie” you reach out to take his hands in yours “No matter what house you’re placed in we will love you. Your house doesn’t define the kind of person you are, so whether you are placed in Gryffindor or not we are so proud of you. And…” you look over towards Sirius who has gotten distracted with something the twins are showing him “Siri and your parents were Gryffindor but I was a Slytherin”

“You were” he looks shocked but smiles

“Yup, so when the time comes and that hat is placed on your head, remember to follow what’s in here and fuck everyone else” you point to his heart as he smiles “and don’t tell your dad I said fuck, although in my defence he taught you it first when you were one” you giggle together

Sirius tugs you closer as you both watch Harry wave from the window alongside Ron. You start to sniffle a bit as the train disappears out of sight “He’s all grown up”

Your husband places a kiss to your temple “We did a good job”

“We did” you smile sadly “I wish they were here, they would be so proud of the man he’s becoming”

He moves to look at you cupping your cheek “They are, I promise prongs and red are somewhere out there smiling”

As you both walk off Sirius squeezes your hand “Months washing he’s Gryffindor”

“I wouldn’t be so sure but you’re on mister”

4th of September, 1991

“We have to stop betting on Harry” Sirius comes with Harrys letter in his hand, fake annoyance on his head

“Why because you always lose” you smirk at him

He places down the letter, walking up to you scooping you up and onto the table behind you “Hey” you giggle at him as he captures your lips

“You are the only person I don’t mind losing too, although it would have been nice to win at least one” he says as he pulls back sighing as he runs his hands up and down your sides

“Maybe you will with the next one” his eyes light up one hand moving to your stomach

“Your?”

“Yup” you nod smiling

You sequel as he picks you up twirling you around “Siri!”

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

You always get what you want

Warning: 18+

Have fun babies! ;)

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You had been walking around the castle uncomfortably all day, stumbling in the hallways, clenching your legs together before regretting that move immediately and spreading your thighs apart again, all the while your boyfriend Sirius grinning at you, obviously content with your squirming. Nobody would suspect that you had a pussy plug lodged deep inside of your cum filled cunt, because Sirius is a kinky bastard like that. And a fucking tease, because that fucking toy is rubbing at your spot every chance it gets. Why had you agreed to doing this again? Ah yes, he is way too adorable to say no to. Do you regret it? Every. Damn. Time.

Right now you are in your potions class in the back of the room, your desk right next to Remus‘. He had watched you sit restlessly in your seat for nearly thirty minutes and tried to capture your eyes with his, but you were way to concentrated not to cum, to look in his direction. Finally you found a position that didn’t rub the pussy plug against all the pleasureable spots in your cunt and threw a quick glance in his direction. He was already watching you with confusion and a little concern, mouthing a „What the hell is up with you today“, making your cheeks heat up and you promptly look away again. It‘s not like you‘re gonna look at him and say „Hey Remmy, your stupid best friend fucked me silly all night long and wanted me to walk around with his cum in my pussy and now that pussy plug is rubbing against my clit. You wanna help maybe?“

Wait. What was that last part. You took a sharp breath. Fuck, that wasn‘t planed. You squeezed your eyes shut so hard you saw whole planets, no galaxies behind your lids and pressed your thighs together. Shit shit shit mental images of Remus‘ strong, veiny hands. His long thick fingers deep inside of your pussy, pushing out Sirius‘ cum. His other hand on your swollen clit, making you cum over and over again and fuc-

You must have made a noise, because suddenly everybody turned around to look at you. Fuck play it cool. You started coughing and squeaked out a I need to see the healer before you slid out of your seat and raced out of the classroom, ignoring Remus‘ concerned gaze. Fuck the plug was rubbing against you clit even more and after you shut the door you collapsed againt the brick wall, leaning your forehead against the cool surface and tried to calm the ache in your needy, wet, cum filled pussy. Fuck me.

After a few minutes of deep breaths and motivational monologues of how you‘re not gonna cum in the deserted hallways of Hogwarts, you decided to just go to the boys room and wait for Sirius there. You still need to fucking cum. You were in such a haste, that you forgot your bag in classroom, but didn‘t bother going back. Remus would bring it.

You had been laying down for some time now. Sirius should be back any minute now from his transfiguration class with James. Peter and Remus had plans for after class and James wanted to go bother Lily. You snorted at that, James that persistent prat. Everyone would be gone so you and Sirius would have the room to yourselves for at least two hours. All lot can be done in two hours, especially between the both of you. He’ll probably wear you out with overstimulation and plug you up again. No, you thought, if he wants to plug me up again, I’m gonna fucking peg him until he can’t walk anymore. You smiled at the thought, it wasn’t such a bad idea after all and Sirius would definitely give it a go. You were laying on your belly, one leg pushed up with your head resting on your arms. Sirius would clearly be able to see your pussy and finally fuck you. You didn‘t even bother to turn around when you heard the door open and shut closed again. Two bags were thrown on the floor. Yours and ..?

„Are you alright?“

Fuck its not Sirius and half of your bare ass is showing. You shot up into an upright position, face already flushing with embarrassment because Remus just saw your bare ass and oh my god you just want to dissolve. Evaporate. Anything. Oh and your pussy did absolutely not just clench when you heard that deep, smooth voice.

You gasped and rushed a „Oh my god, Remus! Uh, yes, yeah I‘m alright, my stomach just felt a little off I guess. Where‘s Sirius, he wanted to meet me here?“

Where the fuck is your boyfriend when you need him for once. You are gonna die if you don‘t cum soon. Why the hell is Remus here, didn‘t he have plans with Peter?

He regarded you with an intensity that you weren‘t used to, not from him, and spoke lowly, „James and he wanted to practice a bit for the upcoming Quidditch game. He told me to tell you when I met him in the common room.“ He was stepping closer while he talked and towered over your body, giving you a slow one-over that had you stuttering.

„Oh, um okay. I‘ll just go then, thank you for bringing my bag.“

„No, sit down darling. Are you sure that you‘re alright love? You look flushed. Here drink something.“

Your pussy clenched at his caring tone, your mind already slipping into your usual submissive headspace and you sat down, hands playing with your short skirt. He retrieved his water bottle from his bag and opened the cap, pressing the cool opening against you lips. You drank slowly, eyes looking into his, but he was to busy analyzing every detail of your face, eyes glazed over, sharp teeth chewing on his lower lip. He crouched infront of you and fuck even in that position his face is level with yours. He must have noticed too.

„Mm, I never noticed how small you are compared to me pup. C‘mon tell me why you have been squirmy all day, hm darling?“ His voice is so deep and soft and his bright, intelligent eyes are looking at you. You moved your head away from the bottle, a trail of water running down the corner of your glistening lips. His eyes never left that spot, only after you wiped the water away with the sleeves of your thin sweater.

„Jus‘ a little tired, s‘all.“

His eyes flashed devilishly and his lips twitched upwards. „Is that why you are walking all weird?“

Shit

„What? No, I‘m fine Rem, I don‘t know what you-“

„It‘s because Sirus fucked you sore all night isn‘t it? Fucked you until you couldn‘t cum anymore, fucked you so deep and hard that your pretty pussy got all sore? Glistening with your cum? Hm? Pup, look at me. C‘mon be a good girl f‘me.“ His tone was soft and nearly endearing, but god his words did something to you. Your legs clenched and your small hands gripped the fabric of your skirt tighter.

You look at him breathing heavily.

„Good puppy. Want to show Remmy your achy pussy, hm? Want me to make the belly ache go away?“

Fuck yes you wanted that. You wanted it so bad, it physically hurt. You were in so deep, you would do anything he asked of you.

„But Siri-“

Hands grabbed your jaw, caressing gently, pulling your face closed to his. Your nose is touching his, his body so close as he was crouching between your thighs.

„S’not my name pretty girl. Now do you wanna show me your pretty pussy? If not, I will stop and we will never talk about this again love, promise m‘not gonna be mad.“ The way he switched from his strict dom tone to the caring Remmy you knew for so long made you want him even more. And you always got what you wanted.

„Yes, Remus. I want this, I want you.“

He released you but stayed put between your legs.

„Go on, spread your legs wide open. I want to see you. Maybe I‘ll even touch your needy cunt.“ He pushed your legs up slightly, before pushing the sleeves of his jumper up, revealing veiny, muscular forearms. The scars on his callous skin made him more attractive and you ached to feel his skin on your own. Resting his arms on his crouched legs, he licked his lips slowly, looking at you expectantly. He didn‘t rush, letting you set the pace.

You leaned back against your elbows and spread your legs slowly, feeling the toy between your legs rub against your cum covered, sensitive walls. Your legs were pulled towards your body, knees apart and Remus took a sharp breath.

„Fuck, you are a naughty slut aren‘t you pup. Is this why you’re walk around like a new born deer? Because Sirius plugged you up?“ His fingers moved up to trail your fluttering pussy lips with his fingers. You gave a silent gasp, knees drawing together to trap his hand. His other hand pulled them apart pressing into your hip to keep you from moving. His hand pushed the toy in and out of your wet cunt and his face came closer to your bare pussy, breathing in deeply.

„Mmm, I can smell you both on your needy cunt. Let me have a taste darling, please?“

How could you say no to that soft smile and delicious plead?

„Remmy please help me, please touch me, please it hurts“

That was all the encouragement he needed, before he leaned in and smeared his nose on your swollen clit, eyes on yours to gauge your reaction. You moaned loudly, hands grasping at the bedsheets. One hand held you down by your belly, stroking the soft skin there and the other continued to play slowly with the toy. His tongue gave your clit little kitten licks, teasing you in slow circles. Suddenly he withdrew the pussy plug, making you gasp sharply at the sensation of Sirius‘ cum leaking out of your sore hole. He was kneeling now, face close to your clenching cunt, hot breath against your glistening skin. All of his patience gone, he licked a broad stripe from your asshole to your clit over and over again, strong hands on your belly keeping you pressed down into his mattress. Your hands grasped at his hands, intertwining them and you let out a loud moan, hips bucking against his face. He gripped your hands tight, his nose dragged against your clit in a fast pace, skilled tongue lapping up Sirius‘ cum that kept leaking out. He is sucking and licking at your pussy, growling lowly at the back of his throat, obviously delighted by the wonderful taste that was you and Sirius.

„There is more in your slutty cunt, isn‘t there puppy? Oi, look at me! There is more isn‘t there you slut, fuck, keep squeezing my fingers baby yes, c‘mon push out your boyfriends cum f‘me“

Your moans are getting louder and louder, hips dragging on his face in quick thrusts, basking in the vibrations of his voice against your clenching pussy lips. He took his fingers out, replacing them with his mouth sucking and licking at your pussy until every bit of cum vanished. He is a messy pleaser, not caring that his face is covered in your juices, hands squeezing yours to encourage you to ride his face. The knot in your stomach was building up and just as you were about to cum, he stopped.

„You taste so good baby, you are so good f’me. So good for your Remmy.“, he drawled smiling at you from between your spread thighs. Remus stood up and hooked his hands under your armpits, flipping your body on your belly.

„On your knees pretty girl“

You obeyed, pulling your knees up and pushing your ass towards him, arching your back as low as possible. Believe it or not, Sirius had taught you that. Your boyfriend is quite flexible, when he wants to be. You thought that he‘d continue fingering you, but the taller boy had other plans. Dirtier and more devilish than you could have imagined. He leaned down. Draping himself across your back, his clothed chest against your clothed back, easily engulfing your smaller body with his and pressed his lips on your ear. Somehow the fact that you were still dressed made everything better. You felt like a sexy vixen with only your school skirt flipped over, showing your privates.

„You little slut, did you enjoy walking around with cum in your pussy? Hm? Does that make you hot? I bet you wouldn‘t care who it belongs to. Now I‘m gonna fuck my cum deep into your little pussy and you are going to take all of it, you hear me? Then I‘m going to plug you up nice n‘ full.“

„Fuck me Remus please, gimme your cum, please make me cum“

You were so desperate your didn‘t even know if you wanted to cum first or make him cum. You only knew that you needed cock and if it was Remus who made you orgasm, you would gladly let him.

„Dirty whore, letting your boyfriends best mate suck on your pretty pussy. Letting him fill you up nice n‘ full. Bet Sirius won‘t even notice, but you will know. When he takes out your pussy plug and you see my cum leak out of your pussy, will that make you wet puppy? Will you tell him it‘s my cum he is licking out of your dirty pussy hmm?“

You could only whimper at that, so deep in your lusty haze that you didn‘t care about Sirius right now. Rubbing your ass against his hard cock you whined.

„Please, god, please Remmy“

His cock was dragging up and down, leaking little beads of precum, rubbing against you clit. He positioned his cock at your hole and slowly pushed in, nice enough to give you a few moments to get used to the stretch of your pussy. Slowly he fucked you deep, the veins on his cock rubbing against your sensitive walls. He went faster when you started moaning and clenching around him, desperate for release that‘s been building up in your belly the entire day. He is fucking you in a punishing pace, one hand on your hip pulling you to meet his thrusts and the other at the back of your head, pushing your head onto his pillows, that smelled just like him and made you even wetter.

„Mmmhh, ah, fuck yes that‘s it puppy, fuck, squeeze my cock, oh, good girl.“

„Remmy, Remmy, m‘gonna cum, god please“

You are sobbing and whimpering against his hold, grinding your hips against his, hoping to get some friction against your clit.

„S‘not enough Remmy, more-“

He stopped, breathing heavy.

„Not enough?“ His voice dangerously low, angry. Hands gripping tighter, no doubt leaving bruised behind. He pulled his hard, leaking cock out of your cunt, your pussy clenching around nothing, missing the delicious hardness. You let out a broken sob, fingers gripping his arms trying to pull him back. Gripping your hair he turned you around, sitting on the edge of his bed with his feet planted firmly on the floor and pulled you onto his lap. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms snaking around his neck, gripping the locks on the back of his head. His cock trapped between you two, he made no move to fuck you. His hands took their time taking off your sweater and bra.

„Obviously Sirius has been spoiling you too much. I don’t like my sluts greedy, darling. So sit still and don’t make a noise.“

His soft lips kissed your forhead, cheeks, jaw and moved towards your neck sucking softly, sharp teeth teasing the skin behind your ears. He blew at the trail of spit, attaching his lips on the soft skin of your breasts, licking the skin. He caught your nipple in his mouth licking it with his tongue, sucking hard. You clamped your mouth shut, pussy clenching and leaking on his thighs making him smile against your breast, looking up at you with amusement in his pretty eyes. That sight alone made you nearly lose control and you bit your lip drawing blood. He stopped tormenting your nipples, both of your tits bruised and swollen red. His thumb caught the bead of blood from your bottom lips and he made you suck on his finger, enjoying the way your tongue curled around it and steadily fucked your mouth with his finger.

„You take what I give understood?“

„Yes, Remmy.“

Thrusting his cock inside of your tight walls again he pushed his forehead against yours and fucking you even harder than before.

„You dumb slut, spreading your legs for others and then having the audacity to tell me s‘not enough?“ His hand went to your clit, rough pad of his thumb rubbing against it, other hand squeezing at your cheeks, your mouth falling open. „You are just a dumb puppy wanting to be fucked, aren‘t you? Is that why you laid down on my bed and not your boyfriends? With your ass hanging out? You cute little pussy begging to be filled? Hm?“

You had been so needy, you didn‘t even notice it was Remus‘ bed you laid down on.

You were screaming now, pleasure raking through your body making you delirious with satisfaction, pussy clenching tight. Your hands yanked at his head, mouth panting into his and he moaned. And fuck if that wasn‘t the most beautiful sight to see. His eyes glazed over, looking at you with such neediness it made you breathless. Made you want to please him. Made you want to be good for him.

„Fuck your pussy is so good, mmm, so tight fuck. Gonna cum soon? You gonna come on Remmy‘s cock?“

You voice hoarse, whining a „Yes Remmy“, holding onto both of his wrists, blunt nails digging into his skin. You wanted to leave your own scars on him. His pushed his fingers into your mouth pulling out your tongue and spitting on it. „C‘mon swallow, yes, good slut“

He was going so fast you couldn‘t breathe, every thrust of his hips against yours pushing the air out of your lungs and you came. Hard. Your nails digging into his flesh, drawing blood, mouth open to let out a scream, as your pussy squeezed his cock. He didn‘t slow down, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm, hand leaving your clit to grip your hips as he chased his own release. His mouth next to your ear, he let out loud moans, not caring that others might hear him. His pace started to stutter and you felt his cock twitch inside of you before he let put a string of fuck fuck yes that‘s it take my cum’s and he came deep inside of your fluttering walls.

He fell backward on the matress, your bare tits pressed against his jumper, his hands holding you down. Slowly he pulled out, careful to not waste any of the cum he fucked into you and removed your legs from around his waist. You rolled on your back, blissed out and closed your eyes, calming your heartrate. He pushed your legs against your chest again, knees spread wide and softly traced his fingers on your twitching pussy.

„Look at your pretty pussy darling, so thristy for my cum. Now now, no pushing you need to keep it inside or Sirius will know. You don‘t want that, do you puppy? Don‘t want Sirius knowing it‘s his best mates cum inside of your pretty pussy?“

He tone was mocking, obviously making fun of the situation that he put you into. Or you put yourself into.

He reached for the plug and brought it up to his lips, keeping his eyes on yours as he smeared to remainders on his mouth. His lips glistening with Sirius‘ and your cum before he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, kissing you deeply. Your first kiss and it was with Sirius’ cum on his lips. You kissed back eagerly. The taste had you melting and now you understood why he nearly licked your pussy dry by trying to catch every bit of the cum inside of you. He kept kissing you, tongue brushing against yours, moaning and panting into your open mouth as his steadily pushed the clean toy in your well fucked hole.

„There, now he won‘t suspect a thing. Replaced all of his seed with my own“

You only looked up at him with lust glazed eyes as his got up and puts his softening cock back in his pants.

„I‘m gonna go and meet with Peter now, you better make yourself look presentable. We‘ll be back soon.“

He was already at the door, totally nonchalant, acting as if it was normal to fuck his best mates girlfriend and plug her up nice and full with his cum.

„Oh and maybe lay on Sirius‘ bed the next time. Unless you want to do this again“

With that he grabbed his bag, closed the door and left you on his bed, thoroughly fucked and full of his cum.

What have I done what have I done what have I done fuck Sirius what if he finds out

You got up and noticed that you really had laid down on the wrong bed. You don‘t know if it was the shock, but you just couldn‘t bring yourself to feel guilty. Remus had been to good of a fuck to feel bad. Maybe Sirius won‘t mind, you thought. He did talk about sharing once, even if it was before we got together. Maybe he‘ll be okay with it?

It wasn‘t that your sex life with Sirius wasn‘t satisfying, Sirius knows his way around sex and ladies, but Sirius would never treat you the way Remus did. He told you once, that he was uncomfortable with degrading you and throwing you around like a ragdoll, completely taking control as Remus had minutes ago. He was way to traumatized with the way his parents had humiliated him, that he couldn‘t do that to you, even if you liked it. Loved it. You could introduce him to the idea through Remus. You could show him that dominance isn‘t something to be scared of. Besides, no straight male would lick his best mates cum out of his girls pussy, so Remus must like Sirius a lot more than he lets on.

You dressed yourself, making sure to look presentable and took your bag, leaving to go find Sirius.

You smiled.

Fuck, you wanted it to happen again. And you always got what you wanted.

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Walburga Comes for Dinner (one shot)

Regulus Black AU

Summary:  Walburga comes for dinner and sees her children for the first time in a very long time. (goes with the Dinner with the Dursleys and Tuesday night dinner one shot...see below for links)

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: T

Dinner with the Dursleys 

Tuesday Night Dinners 

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This will be interesting…

That was the thought that went through your mind when Regulus stepped through the front door after a long day at work. Joanna immediately waddled over to her father, hopping up and down screaming “daddy” until he was able to get his coat off and pay attention to the child.

“Good, Joanna. Get him buttered up.”

You thought as Regulus came into the kitchen snuggling his face against Joanna’s head.

“You look pretty, darling.’’

Regulus commented, looking you over. He was ready for nothing more than a quiet Thursday night. By quiet this meant having dinner, giving Joanna a bath, getting the child in bed without her needing twenty hugs while making Regulus look for a random spider under her bed that she was convinced would eat her toes, and alone time with you. People at the Ministry were driving him batty and Regulus didn’t have the patience for any calamities that night.

“I’m pretty too.”

Joanna said in an extra sassy tone that earned a smile from Regulus.

“Of course you are love. You’re the prettiest little girl ever. Why don’t you go play with your dollhouse?”

Joanna, appeased with Regulus’ comment, didn't fuss when he put her down. She toddled off. Regulus waited until Joanna was quietly amused before wrapping his arms around you.

“Now, as I was saying, you look beyond pretty...absolutely ravishing is more like it.”

You relaxed in Regulus’ arms enjoying the moment of quiet uninterrupted alone time. As much as you didn’t want to, you knew that you had to break the news to him.

“Guess who is coming to dinner?”

“Merlin, I don’t feel like entertaining.”

Regulus groaned. You had expected this reaction. Things were only about to get more interesting.

“It’s your mother.”

Regulus’ mouth dropped. He hadn’t seen his mother in ages. She wasn’t there when Joanna was born or through your pregnancy. Walburga had sworn that she would never speak to Regulus as long as he was married to “that mudblood girl.” Regulus was just fine with his mother’s promise. He had no use for the woman if she was going to insult his wife. All Regulus needed to be happy was Joanna and yourself. Walburga no longer fit into the equation of his life. When Regulus stopped believing in the “Black family way” he realized how messed up everything truly was.

“Why?”

Regulus said, crossing his arms over his chest. You put down the bowl that you were holding. To say that you were looking forward to meeting Walburga was a far stretch. You would much rather it be your mother and father coming for dinner.

“She wants to see you. I suppose she’s feeling guilty about not seeing Joanna yet. Maybe she even feels a bit guilty because she is getting old and has no son to look after her now that your father is dead.”

Regulus mumbled something under his breath before going off to search for the bottle of fire whiskey. He needed some liquid motivation if his mother was going to be stepping foot inside of his home.

“She can go to a home for the elderly. I am not looking after her. I was the good son long enough.”

Regulus commented before smiling coldly.

“Watch this.”

He said before picking up the muggle telephone and calling Sirius. You had picked up your teacup and were keeping an eye on your husband. He was up to something and you had a sneaking suspicion on what he was going to do

“Hey, it's me. Want to come over for dinner?I know you never wait for an invitation. See you at six.”

Regulus hung up the phone before grinning at you.

“He can’t wait to see his mother.”

You shook your head. Now things were about to be a shit show.

An hour later there was a knock at the door. Regulus stood up knowing who that was. Walburga fucking Black was back to ruin his life and cause problems.

“I’ll get it, love.”

He commented before going to the door. Walburga stood on the other side with her usual snobby expression. She forced a smile as she looked at her youngest son. Regulus was handsome and well put together as always.

“Regulus.”

“Mother.”

Regulus kept his tone cold and icy. Walburga expected Regulus’ off-putting and unfriendly attitude. She assumed that he was still angry over her calling you mudblood. In Walburga’s mind, she was correct. Her “darling boy” married a less than desirable woman and this seemed to wedge between the two.

“Come in.”

Regulus said, keeping his eyes locked Walburga’s unfriendly face. He reached out and stopped her before she was able to get too far inside.

“I’m warning you now. If you are the least bit rude to my family, I will not hesitate to throw you out.”

Walburga glared at him. She wanted nothing more than to throw a few nasty mudblood comments out but decided if she didn’t want to die alone it would be in her best interest to be decent.

“I understand.”

Walburga looked around the homey living room. The house was very nice. Clearly, Regulus was doing well for his family.

“Daddy, come play with me.”

Walburga’s head snapped up the moment she heard the little voice that she had been wanting to hear for some time. She would never admit it but she had wanted to see her granddaughter from the time that the birth announcement came in the mail. Walburga had sent Joanna an “add-a-pearl” necklace as a way to say “welcome to the world” and that was that.

Regulus never took the time to send Walburga a photo or anything. Now before her stood the most lovely child that she had ever seen (with the exception of Regulus, of course).

Walburga watched as Regulus bent down to pick the little girl up. Joanna’s raven curls wildly fell down her back as she pressed her face into her father’s cheek. It wasn’t until Joanna pulled away from cuddling Regulus did she notice the new face in the room. She looked at Walburga carefully. Clearly, the little girl was well versed in “not talking to strangers.”

“Joanna, this is your grandma.”

Walbruga forced a small smile as Joanna put her head on Regulus’ shoulder.

She’s shy...just like he used to be.

Watching Regulus with Joanna, made Walburga’s heartache. Had she really lost so much time with her own son? While Walburga had wanted no part of being a mother originally, after losing Sirius then Regulus walking away for a muggle-born she realized how much that she actually loved her children.

“You can sit down, mother. I’m going to check on Y/n.”

Walburga immediately did as her son said as Regulus sat Joanna down.

“Keep grandma company.”

Regulus said softly. Part of him was screaming about leaving his darling baby alone with the hateful old woman but he knew Joanna would cause Walburga more annoyance. That in itself would be amusing enough. Besides, from his place in the kitchen door, Regulus could see the two perfectly.

You had just pulled the ham out of the oven when Regulus stepped into the room.

“Everything okay?”

You questioned. Regulus shrugged.

“She just walked in the door and I already feel like the love has been sucked out of me.”

You put the oven mitts down and wrapped your arms around Regulus’ shoulders. Kissing him softly, you chose to ignore Walburga who was watching the whole thing.

“I’ll suck something else out of you later.”

You said in a low suggestive tone. Regulus slightly blushed to know exactly what you meant and he would argue.

“That sounds tempting. We can throw her out, put the baby in bed, and have all evening alone.”

Before you could respond the back door opened and closed. Sirius stepped into the kitchen and smirked looking at Regulus and yourself.

“It's a wonder I only have one niece. The way you two snog there should be three or four kids running around here.”

Regulus rolled his eyes.

“One is enough. What about your love life?”

Sirius’ amused expression faded.

“Moony can’t get pregnant.”

Regulus put a hand over his face while you quietly laughed.

“How are we related?”

Regulus questioned as Sirius moved to go into the living room to see what his precious little niece was up to. He froze the moment that he saw the biggest demon from hell parked on his little brother’s couch talking to Joanna.

“Oh hell no.”

Sirius snapped before turning to make a line for the door but was stopped when Regulus brought him to the ground.

“If I’m stuck with her then you should be too.”

Sirius fought the urge to scream.

“You’re just evil!”

“Is everything alright in here?”

Both Sirius and Regulus got off of the kitchen floor as Walburga came in. Her cold grey eyes locked on her eldest son. The disappointment returned in full force as she looked between both Sirius and Regulus. While Regulus was dressed in a nice suit, Sirius looked like he had just gotten out of bed in tight clothing that he had worn for a few days.

“Sirius.”

“Walburga.”

Sirius decided not to call her “mum” to antagonize her. Regulus fought the urge to put a hand over his face as he remembered you standing beside him.

“Mum, this is my Y/n.”

Walburga’s vulture-like gaze turned to you.

So this is the girl that stole my baby from me.

Walburga thought before muttering a quiet and unfriendly hello. You only nodded. It was probably best that you kept your mouth shut. You were afraid that you would start going off on the woman for the way that she did both of her sons.

“Uncle Siri!”

Sirius had to tear himself away from watching you plot evilly as Joanna came running to him holding her hands out. He quickly reached down and scooped Joanna up, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Jojo, where have you been all of my life?”

“In the living room. Did you bring me my pony?”

Sirius laughed as Regulus immediately started shaking his head.

“Do you want your daddy to kill me?”

“No, daddy wouldn't notice it if you stuck it in the back garden and tied it to a bush.”

Joanna commented, adding a sneaky little blink. Sirius laughed again.

“First things first, sugar, your daddy is standing right over there and can hear. Let's get you ready to eat.”

Dinner started off smoothly. You tried to speak quietly to Walburga but were only getting one or two-word responses. If you needed any more proof that your mother-in-law didn’t like you...this was it. You could feel Regulus tense beside you.

“It's okay, love.”

You whispered quietly as Sirius leaned back in his chair. He gave you an eyebrow wiggle before speaking.

“So, mum, what got you out of the stone-cold manor? Did you get that steak out of your heart finally? You have surely missed a lot of Joanna’s life...although she doesn't look very concerned.”

Joanna was happily ignoring everyone and nibbling on her little plate of noodles. She didn’t seem the least bit concerned with anything that was going on around her.

“That’s very amusing, Sirius. I thought that the two of you should know that I am remarrying.”

Both Regulus and Sirius dropped their forks as your eyes rolled up, clearly shocked.

“Is that supposed to be a joke?”

Regulus questioned. Sirius started laughing so hard that he had to put his head down.

“Is the guy desperate or already on the verge of death? Did you meet him on evil witch weekly’s personal page?”

Walburga frowned. This was clearly not the reaction that she expected. She had planned on Regulus being a little more supportive than her elder son.

“You’re not funny, Sirius. I decided to meet someone who enjoys my company?”

Sirius snorted.

“Does he enjoy you smacking him around or just ignoring him like you did dad?”

Walburga put her fork down.

“Regulus, do you have anything to say?”

Regulus chuckled. This whole situation was completely ludicrous.

“I thought that you only loved yourself.”

Walburga stood up and threw her napkin down on the table.

“I thought that I would get some support from my son. I didn’t come here to be made a fool.”

Walburga turned and stormed from the house without another word. Joanna was the next to speak.

“Granny needs a nap.”

Sirius nodded and stood up to take his plate to the sink.

“Sure does, Jojo, a nice nap in a big wooden box...six feet under. Who wants cake?”

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Blinding Tears (Jostonio Angst)

Highschool teacher Hanahaki Star tear AU! the whole story is from Joseph’s POV

   I see him again. Antonio, his long black locks fluttering behind him. He has them tied in a ponytail today. Probably to keep them out of his face, though that’s pointless, because he has a long strand in front of his face. I glance at him for a moment. He’s smiling as usual. I continue down the hall of our college. We’re both teachers here, and I head to my dorm. I put in the key when I hear someone speeding down the dorm halls towards me. 

   “JOSEPH DID YOU TAKE MY ROUGE LIPSTICK AGAIN?! I ALREADY TOLD YOU THAT COLOR LOOKS BAD ON YOU!” Mary yells, running toward me. 

   “Mary, I already told you, IT’S MINE NOW!” I yell. Suddenly, Michiko enters from the elevator. Me and Michiko are neighbors, and Mary instantly cleans herself up and smiles. 

   “Hi Michiko!” Mary waves.

   “Hello Mary, hello Joseph. The lipstick is Mary’s Joseph, give it back.” Michiko says. 

   “Fine Michiko…” I say. I open the door to my room, walk in, and lock it. There’s no way in hell I’m giving it back it looks a m a z i n g on me. After about five minutes I hear Mary yell through my door. 

   “HOESEPH YOU BRING ME MY LIPSTICK! IT WAS A SPECIAL EDITION!” She shouts while banging on my door with her fists. I hum with a smile and make some tea. 

   “Hmm, I wonder what that was, must’ve been the wind!” I exclaim, accidentally spilling hot water on myself. 

   “FUCK!” I yell, clutching my burnt arm. 

   “KARMA!” Mary yells through the door. I hear her walk away and I hear Michiko enter her dorm. I sigh and run some cold water over my red arm. I don’t know why- but at that moment, the rainbow tears that plague me fall from my eyes. 

   “Shit-” I start, trying to wipe them off. I hold one in my hand and let it drift in my palm. I must’ve started crying from the pain. The more I move the tear the more hues it becomes, shifting from pinks to blues to pastel oranges. And then I let it fall into the sink, and as it falls, it glimmers into other colors. I sigh again and finish making my tea once I stop crying. My vision is always really blurry after I cry, but it tends to lighten up. My eyesight isn’t as good as it was prior though. I pour my tea into the cup and put in an earl gray tea bag. I used to use the leaves when I lived with my parents, but I can’t afford them anymore, so I don’t buy them. I remember drinking Earl Gray with Claude… No. I shouldn’t think of- Shit. His death anniversary is next month. 

   I walk out of my dorm. It’s time for study hall. I told Mike he needed to study, as with Naib, and Norton and Ganji and Aesop. Those stupid children. As I’m lost in my thoughts, I run into Antonio. 

   “Oh, Joseph, I apologize, I didn’t see where I was going,” He says in his Italian accent. I look down and notice him holding his violin case. 

   “It’s alright, I was lost in thought and didn’t see you” I smile. 

   “Oh, Joseph, I was wondering-” Antonio starts before he quickly grabs a handkerchief and puts it to his mouth and starts coughing. 

   “Antonio?” I ask. 

   “It’s nothing,” He shoves the cloth into his pocket. 

   “Would you like to hear me play Violin?” he asks. 

   “Uh sure! Let me just cancel study hall first,” I say. 

   “Alright,” He says. I pull out my phone and send out a remind to my students. 

   Alright everyone! Study hall is cancelled today! 

   I only receive a response from Aesop, he just thanked me. I follow Antonio to the woods behind the school. I know there’s benches set up around here, I have an assignment for my photography elective that has them take pictures here. We stop at a bench. Most of the fall leaves are gone, leaving a cold chilly wind and bare branches. I sit on the bench, and Antonio puts his case next to me. He opens the case and pulls out his Violin. It has a weaving vine design on the side. He takes out his bow and starts getting into position. 

   He lifts his bow to the strings and starts to play 24 Caprices by Niccolo Paganini, whom Antonio just happens to share a last name with. His fingers fly on the neck of the Violin as he plays the complicated tune. I pull out my camera from my bag, which I had brought for study hall. I snap a picture of Antonio playing the Violin. I notice he’s only playing the last part, as the entirety of the song is about an hour and a half long. I start to cry. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I know… at some point, maybe soon, I won’t be able to see him play the violin like this. I won’t be able to see… Him. 

   “Joseph?! Are you alright?!” Antonio quickly rushes over to me. 

   “I-I’m fine, I was just- It’s nothing…” I say quickly rubbing away the tears so he can’t see. I look up at him and I can’t even make him out. I blink a few times and he comes into a slightly blurry focus. He’s frowning. The first time I’ve see him and he wasn’t smiling. 

   “Joseph… Do you want to go back?” Antonio asks me. 

   “O-Okay,” I say. We head back to the teacher dorms. 

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   Today was like any other day. Mike threw a paper plane at Norton, but hit Naib and Naib grabbed it and started yelling at Mike. A regular Math and photography class. 

   I walk into my dorm. Mary always kind of backs off during this week. The week Claude died. She knew him too, but she doesn’t like thinking about him. Because he died tragically. I look at the face down picture frame on the table at the entrance to my room. The place I put my keys, my bags, shoes, things like that. I pick up the picture. I have to squint to make it out. I’ve been fearing this week. Ever since I contracted this disease about five months ago, I was fearing this week, because I knew I would cry a lot. The picture is of two boys, at their high school graduation. They look the same. Both with fluffy white hair. Though, one boy has it in a side ponytail. That was Claude. We looked virtually the same. However when he contracted tuberculosis, he coughed all the time, unlike me, and so you could always tell us apart for those many months. 

   I put the picture down. They said it was tuberculosis, but I know the real reason, and the real reason he didn’t get better. It was Hanahaki, and he didn’t want the surgery. He wanted to continue loving the one who had rejected him. His flower was the daffodil. I put them at his grave each year, and I cry. I sob at his headstone. I’m startled by the blur of my vision. No, not now, I don’t want to cry now. No… If I start I’m not going to stop, and I just want to see him… I want to see Antonio again before my vision disappears forever. 

   I wipe the tears away in a frantic rush and search for the picture I took of Antonio a week ago. I find it, and start crying again because I know that one day I won’t be able to see him. I just wish I could see him forever. Ever since I started my job here a few years ago, he’s taken my breath away. I imagined myself as Joseph Paganini, but I know that it’ll never happen. I’ll be Joseph Desaulniers till the day I die. 

   I cry myself into a restless sleep, and when I wake up photos are scattered around me. Old pictures of me and Claude, pictures of Antonio from the few times we hung out together, and pictures of me and Mary and then, the picture. The picture of me, Mary, and Claude. The one where we’re ten, and I just learned how to use a camera. The first picture I took. I get up from my bed and look at the day. It’s Sunday, and Claude's death anniversary. 

   I grab my coat and walk out of the building, my camera bag at my side. I buy some Daffodils and take the bus to the Cemetery Claude is buried at. I get off the bus and head in. I go down the rows, and rows, and rows of graves, until I reach one of the gated areas. I insert the key. This is the section that all my family is buried in. I pass by quite a few graves until I reach Claude’s. I place down the Daffodils, and I feel the tears brimming my eyes. Claude… Why didn’t you just get the surgery? Why did you keep on loving someone who rejected you?! Why… Why did this happen to you?! 

   The tears flow down my face like rivers, the crystalline shimmer of their numerous hues falling on the ground below me. I cry there for about an hour before heading back, knowing Antonio wouldn’t be at the dorms for he had taken leave for two weeks for his family. 

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   I cried too much that week, and I cried the next week for fear of not being able to see Antonio when he returned. I can barely see. 

   I’m standing in front of my bathroom mirror. My vision is so blurry I can’t see myself no matter how much I squint, and there’s dark patches in the corners of my vision, as if I’ve put a vignette on my vision. I poke and prod at my face trying to feel what it looks like.

   “I just… wanted to see him… one more time, one more time in reality see him properly, one last time,” I say. I bang my hand on my sink and it bleeds. I must have bent it weird. The text to speech turns plays on my phone.  

   “Antonio Paganini heart said, Hey, I’m back, can I come visit you in your room?” Siri says with her British voice. 

   “Hey Siri, reply with, Sure, I’ll open the door for you,” I say. Siri replies for me, and I clean up my hand before heading to the door. I open it, and Antonio is already there. 

   “Hello Joseph,” he says. 

   “Hi Antonio,” I smile. 

   “Come on in,” I say, moving out of the way to make way for him. 

   “Joseph your room-” He starts. 

   “Ah- sorry about the mess, It was my twin brother’s death anniversary last week and I got caught up in grading,” I try to cover up the mess which is actually due to my blindness. 

   “It’s alright,” He says. 

   We hang out for several hours before he heads back to his dorm. When he goes back I cry again because I wanted to see him clearly. My vision doesn’t un-blur this time. I lay on my bed and look up at the ceiling. Antonio’s dorm is above mine. I wonder what he’s doing… 

   Before I know it, I drift off to sleep, not knowing what would await me in the morning. 

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   “JOSEPH, JOSEPH WAKE UP!” Mary yells, shaking me awake. She used her spare key. 

   “H..Huh..?” I ask groggily, opening my eyes to a blurry Mary. 

   “Joseph, Antonio… Antonio is dead!” She says. 

   “What..?” I ask. There’s no way… Antonio isn’t- 

   “I just saw him yesterday! How could- how-” I feel my tears welling up in my eyes. 

   “Mary… You’re joking aren’t you?” I say. 

   “No. I would never be that cruel Joseph. You know that. He wrote you a note…” She says handing it to me. 

   “Mary… Can you read it for me… I… I won’t be able to see it…” I say. She doesn’t question it, and takes it from my hands. 

   She inhales, and starts reading. 

   “This letter is meant for Joseph Desaulniers eyes only,

Dear Joseph,

                    I’m sorry this is how you had to find out, but I have Hanahaki disease. It has spread through my whole lungs which means it will impair my breathing, and I will soon pass away. I know you have Star Tear disease, and I hope it wasn’t for me, because your vision is not worth losing for me. Joseph, you are a beautiful, the most beautiful person I have ever seen, and I wish I could spend the rest of our lives experiencing that beauty with you. Though as of now, that won’t happen. My flowers are red roses meaning love and passion. I hope that you are not  too distressed by this news. I hope that you can make it through this, and that you’ll forget about me. I hope that  we meet again. I love you Joseph Desaulniers. 

                                                                                Love, 

                                                                                       Antonio Paganini”

   That’s the end of the letter, and I cry again, but, I notice, my tears don’t shimmer with their many hues, they’re just… tears, no glimmer of the stars, no crystalline clear shimmer. Just… water. 

   “I’m sorry Joseph… I’ll give you space…” Mary says, leaving the letter next to me and leaving. I grab the letter and clutch it to my chest. I cry for what seems like hours, and then I draft a response. 

Dear Antonio, 

                        I love you too. I’m sorry I didn’t confess sooner. If I had just been faster, I would have been able to save you in time, and I wouldn’t have lost my vision. I do not even know if I am writing this properly for I cannot see my words. If by some miracle you were to come back to life, I would hug you, and hope to see you clearly through my own two eyes. I wish to tell you how much I yearned and loved you. I can never forget you Antonio. You are my love, you are the breath that fills my lungs, you are my will to get up in the morning, you, Antonio, are my world. My everything. And I love you more than I could express with words. My tears are regular, but they now burn me, as my tears are for you, in mourning for the love we could’ve had, mourning, you. I love you Antonio Paganini, and I miss you. 

                                                                                Love, 

                                                                                          Joseph Desaulniers

Word Count; 2432

Written by: Basketoffrogs on wattpad (Aka me) (Can find the fully edited detailed with bold and italics for more drama tomorrow)

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Lonely Stars- Chapter 1

TRIGGER WARNING: anxiety attack, self doubt

Age 11      The train station was flooded with people, Muggles rushing to catch that last minute train to wherever they were going. There was the screech of the train tracks, shouts of people talking to their friends and the croaky metallic voice of the intercom, announcing that train 31B will soon be departing, but all I could hear was the harsh slap of my Mother's heels against the concrete pavement as her, my twin brother Regulus and I walked closer to platform 9 3/4.      I kept a tight grip on my trolley that contained all of my belongings that were coming with me for the next few months that I attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. There was a lump in my throat that became bigger and bigger as the three of us neared the platform that would transport us to where the Hogwarts Express would be. The sound of my Mother's heels slowed as we reached the platform; she turned to me and gestured towards the large brick wall labelled 9 and 10 on each side,      "Well go on Aurelia, we don't have all day." My Mother said impatiently, jerking her head to the wall yet again. My white knuckled hands grew sweaty around the trolley, the lump in my throat making it close so words were hard to form. My Mother scoffed at me, rolling her eyes. "Follow me."      Without looking bad at me or my brother, she walked straight forward at the wall and then simply walked straight through it as if the brick wall only merely mist. This was how my Mother, Walburga Black, always acted; always addressing me or my siblings as if we were dumb play things she could dress up when she needed the family to present a certain way. She was never helpful, instead acting as if the challenge or problem one of use faced was the simplest thing in the world. She was in ways better than my Father, Orion Black, who had chosen not to see Regulus and I off at all.      I look back at my twin brother Regulus who stood behind me. His grey eyes flashed as he smiled a reassuring smile at me, "Go on, I'll be right behind you." I looked back at the looming brick wall and swallowed hard, the lump in my throat only growing bigger by the second. Taking a shaky breath, I started walking towards the platform wall with the same speed and confidence my Mother had, although my confidence was fake. I had seen my older brother Sirius and my Father do this twice now, each time in September as Sirius leaved for another year at his school, only occassionally returning during the holidays or sending owls to name all the stories he had while attending Hogwarts; but watching was very different from doing it. As I neared the wall I braced myself, closing my eyes tight, preparing for the wall to be hard bricks rather than the mist my Mother easily floated through, but before I knew it, I had crossed the barrier and I was now on Platform 9 3/4.      "There you are, where's your brother?" My Mother said condescendingly, watching my brother quickly follow me through the platform barrier much braver than I had been. Quickly, my Mother began walking down the platform, away from the many parents and their children saying goodbye or boarding the train. As we walked farther down the platform, the loud voices began to quiet  and people began to be more spread out. My Mother's heels had resumed their deafening click against the concrete again, almost as reprimanding as her voice as she spoke, "Remember, I expect both of you to make the  Black family proud this year."      "Yes Mother." Regulus and I said in unison, used to her tormenting tone and passive threats she has given us throughout the years.      We stood in silence for several minutes, Regulus and I standing side by side, my pinky finger wrapped around his in a silent promise that he is right there with me, not going anywhere. I looked around the platform, noticing the shiny exterior of the cherry red Hogwarts Express, or the hundreds of children hugging their parents goodbye, promising to write to them often so they won't get homesick.         Then I notice a familiar dark haired figure, he was tall, much taller than I was, his thick black hair that brushed his red and black plaid flannel shirt delicately, that crooked smile he wore that made his grey eyes gleam bright: my older brother Sirius. Although I had only seen my brother just two weeks ago, I missed him terribly, he had decided to stay with his best friend James Potter and his family for the last few weeks of summer after yet another argument with our parents.      It seemed as I wasn't the only person who had noticed my older brother and the Potter family standing a bit farther down the platform, Regulus twitched his hand that held into mine, refocusing my attention to him and my Mother, who was muttering harsh words about blood traitors and dishonor. The train blew its whistle long and loud, signalling for Regulus and I to finally board the train car that would bring us to our new school, I untwist my finger from Regulus' and remove my luggage from the trolley, I had been told it would be waiting for me when I arrived at Hogwarts and wouldn't have to worry about it until then.      "Goodbye Mother," I said quietly, giving her a small nervous smile. She looks down at me and gives a quick nod as a goodbye.      "See you at Christmas Mother," Regulus said before wrapping his pinky around mine again and leading me onto the train.                                                                <>      It had been Regulus who noticed my symptoms and quickly fled the carriage we were sitting in, bolting down the hallway. I was sitting still staring out the window, feeling my hands shake, my lungs compress and heat beat thud like a drum. The lump in my throat had only gotten worse, it seemed to travel down to my lungs, making breathing incredibly difficult, making my mind race thinking about how if I couldn't breathe then I would die, or if I died this early in life I would disappoint my Mother and Father and be just another disgrace with my face burned off the family tree. It wasn't until I felt a warm hand on my shoulder that my thoughts started to cease, turning my head I was met with my brother's stormy grey eyes.      "You alright Lia? Reg said you're not feeling too good right now," Sirius says, kneeling in front of me and taking my hand in his.      "What if I don't get into Slytherin?" I say quietly, tears flooded my eyes.      "So what? I didn't get into Slytherin," Sirius smiles, wiping away some tears with the sleeve of his soft flannel shirt.      "Mother said to make the family proud, but what if I don't make them proud Siri? I don't want to disappoint them! I can't! They will hate me and then-" I start to stammer only to be cut off my Sirius.      "Hey hey. Listen to me. I didn't get into Slytherin, and sure Mom and Dad aren't happy with it, but they can't do anything about it. So even if you're not in Slytherin, you can keep me company and we'll be disappointments together," He smiled, making me give him a small smile in return.      "Promise?"      "Of course Lia,"

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Dumbo Preview | Jungkook (M)

→ summary: you know what they say about boys with big noses...

{or alternatively: jungkook has a big dick but he doesn’t know how to use it.}

→ genre: humor/crack, smut → warnings: they talk about dicks a lot (i.e. jungkook has a big dick), DICK MEASURING CONTESTS (aka jk gets his dick appraised... just boys bein’ boys), explicit sexual content, semi-public exhibitionism, handjobs, blowjobs, sub!jungkook, whining, light dirty talk but it’s... not on purpose??, jungkook looks soft but he’s tattoed and pierced, accidental edging (you’ll... understand) → words: anticipated 10-15K → a/n: ...listen. i am not in the right state of mind right now. i am actually bordering on insane... but that’s not gonna stop me from being a clown so this is!! something i’ve been working on for a Year now but @jincherie​ literally commissioned me to finish writing this piece of shit so here we are... here we fucking are... idk when i’m posting this but it will be Soon and i’m not ready

It takes him a while to find an empty stool by the bar and he is unlucky enough to be squished between two couples who don’t seem to be aware that public indecency is a crime. He has to endure being jostled for five minutes straight until the bartender finally notices him and allow him to order his can of coke.

(“Sorry, kid. The banana milk is all sold out. Some girl ordered our entire stock for her friends a few hours ago.” And just like that, Jungkook wants to die all over again.)

He does not know for how long he sits by the bar. Well, that’s a blatant lie, because he knows that he’s been sitting there for 18 minutes and 34 seconds exactly. He’s checked his phone religiously every 2 minutes to see if 2 hours have passed already, just so he can ask one of his stupid friends to go home with him. Perhaps he could coerce Jimin into turning in early for once (which is a pipedream, not when the DJ seems adamant to play Jimin’s favorite Christina Aguilera song 70 times in a row.)

So in short, Jungkook is miserable. He could go home by himself, but also he doesn’t want to end up having to walk to the police station the next morning to bail his friends out after one of them inevitably destroys public property again.

Fuck. Maybe he shouldn’t have thrown away his other drink.

He’s so deep in his thoughts that he doesn’t notice that one of the couples beside him have already left and that another person has taken their spot. He is jarred from his musings when a well-manicured hand is placed delicately on his shoulder, urging him to swivel the barstool around to face his soon-to-be acquaintance.

“Hey,” you say, a sultry smile on your lips. Jungkook feels his mouth immediately fill with cotton as he stares at your beautiful face, the dingy lighting of the club doing nothing to suppress the wicked glint in your eyes.

“Uhh… hey?” Jungkook replies, as charming and verbose as ever. If it isn’t obvious enough, Jungkook is a little lacking in the girls department, or at least, when it comes to girls-who-are-blatantly-flirting with him department. He normally isn’t this socially inept around the opposite gender, but given the connotations of this circumstance, his overactive male brain can only be restrained so much before it starts wandering towards dangerous territory.

It doesn’t help that the neckline of your dress is bordering on obscene, and Jungkook is afraid that if you move one more inch towards him, something very embarrassing might happen to the both of you (probably more so for him, if he’s being quite honest.)

“I couldn’t help but notice you from across the club and thought I should introduce myself,” you explain, gaze unashamedly trailing down his body. Jungkook can feel the heat from you radiating in waves, burning him from the inside out as he tries not to melt into a puddle in a pathetic attempt to get the fuck out of there. 

“You saw me? But it’s… so dark in here…” Jungkook wants to fucking murder himself. That’s what he decides to say to you? God, no fucking wonder he’s a virgin. Good looks really aren’t everything when he doesn’t have a brain controlling the rest of his body. There might as well be a fucking hamster running laps inside of his skull for all he knew.

Thankfully (or unthankfully––God knows Jungkook’s stress levels aren’t lowering any time soon), you find his response funny enough to warrant a chuckle. You bat your eyes salaciously at him, which Jungkook didn’t even think was possible. People can be sexy? When they blink? Apparently, you can do that. 

You shrug your shoulders. “That’s true. You caught me in a lie, I suppose. I actually knew you were coming even before you arrived.”

Jungkook chokes on his own spit then, nearly spraying you with his saliva like the dog that he is. He feels his eyes bugging out of his sockets, his body going tense with nerves. "You... you knew? What... What does that even mean?"

You point over your shoulder, gesturing vaguely at the crowd on the dance floor. "I'm friends with Seokjin over there. He mentioned you were coming with him to the club tonight so I decided to tag along."

"You know Seokjin-hyung?" The alarm bells in Jungkook's head start ringing wildly out of control. Nothing good ever comes out of being friends with Seokjin, especially since his presence alone has the power to make the creases in your brain to smoothen. Take it from someone who's been there, done that.

"Yep," you say, popping your 'p.' "I met him in my first-year English course, though I still don't know why a third-year like him was taking it in the first place."

"It's because he doesn't know how to read," Jungkook says plainly.

"I can tell. He uses voice-to-text exclusively and Siri can never spell Asian names correctly," you shrug your shoulders. "Either that, or he just doesn't know how to spell your name."

"Yea. I'm permanently John Jung Cock on his phone," Jungkook replies. He shakes his head. "Hold on, we were talking about something before this."

"Oh. About how I casually revealed to you that I was stalking you through our mutually insane friend?"

"Y-Yea, basically." Jungkook doesn't even understand what the fuck is happening right now. "I mean! Not exactly? Like, for all I know, you could've just asked hyung who he was coming with and he mentioned my name and––"

"Listen, kid. I straight up just told you I'm stalking you. Let's skip the foreplay and get to the meat of it: I'm literally following you," you say, without an inch of regret, embarrassment, or morality in your tone of voice.

Jungkook, who despite being filled with so much fear and tension enough to kill the small hamster inside his brain, is somehow able to keep his calm in front of the psychopath in front of him. Either that, or he's already in the middle of a stroke and he's lost all his fine motor skills.

"I... I don't know what to say."

"You don't need to say anything, baby," you murmur, leaning even closer to him until your chest was practically pressed against his. The thin layer of your dress and his well-worn cotton tee does nothing to help the situation (both in general and the one in his pants). He can feel your every curve, can smell the sweet perfume you're wearing; you were enveloping his senses. If he tried hard enough, he could probably count your eyelashes if he so desired with how close you were.

He knows he should probably be running away in terror right now, but he finds himself stuck resolutely to the barstool, unable to move. Maybe Jimin was right... Maybe he did have a fear kink or something.

("Isn't that just called masochism?" Jungkook asks, brows raised.

Jimin only laughs, patting him on the back condescendingly. "Nah, dude. You just straight up wanna die by the hands of a hot person, and I can respect that homie. We all have been there.")

“W-what do you want from me?” Jungkook asks, sweat lining his brow. You’re still looking at him like he was a meal, but he finds he probably doesn’t mind being devoured by you. 

Your wicked grin returns, full force. “I just want to play, Jungkook. But why don’t we discuss this… somewhere more private?”

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i wanna know what love is - 07

Pairing: rockstar! sebastian stan x writer!reader

Warnings: fertility talk

A/N: sebastian is in his early 30′s in this fanfic, idk if i’ve ever mentioned it before but i felt i should say it so no one’s confused. let me know what you guys think, i love receiving your feedback always warms my heart listening to your opinions xx

Last Chapter // Next Chapter

Y/N woke up to a different yet pleasant environment. The bus had stopped and there were no bumps that could wake her up and the sun was shining into the bus and all she could hear were people on the outside laughing following for some movie. She raised her torso from the bed where she was covered by yellow papers and walked over to the window, pulling the curtains to come to sight with what she had heard and seen for years in pop culture. Las Vegas. 

The lights were off as it was daytime but she could see the grandeur of everything. Y/N had only been to Vegas when she was a young girl with her father who was accompanying her mother to a writing gig and stuff seemed to remain the same. 

Sebastian took zero time to wake up once he felt the bright light hit his eyes. No matter what people said, waking up sober to bright daylight was somehow worse than waking up hangover to bright daylight. He lifted his head to stare at what he thought was his brain playing tricks on him. Y/N was looking out the window, back turned to him in the shortest, tightest shorts that enhanced her backside. This had to be his mind playing tricks on him. 

    - We’re in Vegas. - she rushed to his side. - C’mon, we gotta go out.

   - No. You go out, I’m tired and too important. - he turned to the other side, grabbing her fluffy white to cover over his head and try to stop the light from hitting his face. Y/N however was determined to get him to wake up, after all the boys and Sherrie had left already so she had no one else to go with her and going out by herself sounded like trouble. Y/N pushed the cover off him and onto the floor. - Go piss off someone else. 

   - Put a shirt on and let’s go. - she crossed her arms, one foot on top of the covers so he couldn’t push it over himself again. Defeated, he lifted his torso, rubbing his face and eyes to stare at the woman in front of him. - C’mon, don’t you wanna see Sherrie before she goes back to her work place?

   - I already had sex with her and said goodbye. - he groaned, looking at her with hatred in his eyes. There was nothing he hated more than having his precious sleep interrupted. But yet again he was fighting Y/N over going outside and she really wanted to. - Go meet the boys at the venue, they’ll take you. 

  - I’ll pay for breakfast. - she said, poking his cheek with her baby pink painted nail. Sebastian could not refuse free breakfast, specially when he was in Vegas and everything was over the top. 

The rockstar got up from his bed, looking at the mess of yellow papers and polaroids. He didn’t exactly remember if they had finished compiling them but he sure hoped they had because there was no way it would be possible to organise everything once again. He heard her say thank you as he walked to his own room to get dressed.

Y/N on the other hand was jumping around in her room like a little kid, grabbing clothes out of her closet and deciding what to wear. She lived in New York most of the year so she normally had little to no summer clothes but she found a nice short white summer dress. She grabbed her bag to check if she had her wallet, fully knowing he’d only gotten the rockstar to wake up due to free breakfast, and walked outside her room to find him in his usual dark jeans and a white shirt, cap and sunglasses on. 

  - You do realise that wearing a cap and sunglasses doesn’t exactly count as a disguise, right? You still look like you do cocaine on Fridays. - she looked over everything on the kitchen to check if the guys had left the stove on, which wouldn’t be the first time. She swore that living in this bus was a constant “when will I die” contest. 

  - I don’t do cocaine, that’s for newbies. 

  - I’m sorry I don’t know what’s your favourite dying poison. 

  - Poison would kill you so why add dying before poison, that’s just redundant. You’re a writer you should know that. - he grinned, happy he had corrected miss perfect but instead of getting the sweet satisfaction of watching her explain herself in fluster, she just opened the door and started walking straight ahead. - Hey sweetheart, do you know where you’re going?

  - I’ll google it. - she kept walking like a child whose mother told them no candy at a shop isle. Sebastian smiled to himself and started walking behind her as she asked Siri what cafes were close by. She shifted to the left as they walked into the centre Vegas. 

Sebastian always hated Vegas, it was loud and showy. He had enough to entertain himself with in the city but if he was asked to do a forever tour in one of the casinos that would be a no for him. The only good thing about the Vegas stops in all of his tours were that his bandmates wives would come to visit them so everyone would be off his back. Besides, the other good thing was that Sherrie would finally be off his back to go back to her job at the Hard Rock cafe. He wasn’t a fan of having the same girl next to him for longer than a week. 

He was so lost in thoughts that he didn’t notice the young writer stop in front of a smallish cafe. Once she stopped, he woke from his thought filled mind and looked at the building in front of him. It was small, homey, not like his style but he guessed there was a smaller chance of people noticing him. She leaned against the door, opening it and making the bell sound calling for the attention of some of the customers who had disgusted looks on their faces. Y/N gave them a shy smile, once again feeling embarrassed by the fact that she had interrupted someone’s meal. However, Sebastian was having none of that.

 - Isn’t this a lovely cafe, honey? - he wrapped his arm around her, gaining a confused look from her. - Sorry fellas, we’re a bit late in our honeymoon schedule, late for breakfast.

A bunch of the people who had given her dirty looks, immediately started to apologise making Sebastian grin to himself. There was something he knew for sure and it was that people loved not to stop a newly wed couples plan with their dirty looks, besides, if someone was gonna berate her for going for breakfast at 11 AM it would be him, not a bunch of lazy people. 

They got into a table by the window and Y/N took one of the laminated menus, her hair falling in front of her face as she studied what she could have for food. Sebastian found himself looking at her, the way her face twitched every time she saw something she didn’t like.

 - I found a typo. - she said, a huge smile in her face. - They wrote ceasar salad instead of caesar salad. 

 - You’re such a nerd. - he rolled his eyes, a small smile on his face as he returned to pick what to have for breakfast. An old lady reached their table, holding a small waitress pad. 

 - You two are such a beautiful couple, how long have you known each other.

 - We are ... - Y/N was about to come clean, she hated lying, but Sebastian was having the time of his life making people fell bad about giving them dirty looks, so he was not ready to let this go.

 - Five wonderful years, isn’t it so babe? - he reached his hand to touch hers but she still gave him the “touch me again, you’re dead” look. - Gotta enjoy our honeymoon before we start trying for a little one.

 - What can I get you two, sweethearts? - she asked and Y/N smiled at the mention of finally getting some food.

 - I’ll get a full English and Buck’s Fizz, thank you. - Sebastian handed her the menu as Y/N finished looking at the menu.

 - I’d like some Eggs Benedict with a Diet coke, please. - she handed her the menu too, putting her hands on top of her lap. The old woman gave her a puzzling look. - Is there something wrong?

 - Soda is not good if you’re trying for a little one. - she said making Y/N immediately shot a look that only translated into his death sentence.

 - You heard her babe, better not have that diet coke. - he tapped her hand, trying not to burst out laughing at the devastated look the writer had in her face. 

 - Freshly squeezed orange and grapefruit juice is better for fertility, sweetheart. I’ll add that to your order. - the old woman turned and walked back to the kitchen leaving Y/N to cross her arms at Sebastian who was wheezing in silence at her face. 

 - Damn daddy, I sure hope that juice makes me magically pregnant. - she mocked him, looking at the table next to her being served the nicest coldest glass of Diet Coke. Sebastian, on the other hand, grew flustered at her words, looking out into the window. - I can’t believe they would believe I would marry you, much less try for a baby.

 - Look, there is a lower chance of people thinking I’m me if we keep pretending we’re married and trying for a baby. 

 - That makes no sense. Besides, I’d rather die slowly than have to carry your offspring. - she mumbled as the lady came back with a tray containing their order and lacking her beloved Diet Coke. Y/N adored Diet Coke which was a controversial choice but back in university she used to down two cans of it per day while revising in the library. Cut to present day and she still enjoys a nice cold glass of Diet Coke with a slice of lemon. Instead, replacing heaven in a bottle, stood the freshly squeezed orange and grapefruit juice. She didn’t even like grapefruit, it was too sour for her. 

She placed the metal tray on the table, placing Sebastian’s order in front of him and Y/N’s in front of hers along with a bowl of wild berries. She looked up to the old woman, quizzing if she had ordered it or if it was a mistake.

   - Berries are good for the baby, sweetheart. It’s on the house. - she gave them a kind smile and left them to their food. Y/N shrugged, a gut feeling of guilt but yet again she loved berries and free berries sounded good to her.

  - So ... - she burst her egg yolks using her fork, her question stuck in her head and failing to come out. She didn’t want him to get annoyed at her, not when they had spent more than an hour without bickering. - Do you wanna get married and have kids? 

  - Too late for that. - he chuckled but it wasn’t his normal chuckle, it wasn’t that chuckle she had gotten used to.

  - You’re in your early 30′s, Sebastian. Besides, men are technically fertile until the end of their lives. 

  - Men like me don’t get married, we continue our life until no girl wants to lay down with us and then we disappear into oblivion. 

  - Is that what you want? Oblivion? - she questioned, one of her eyebrows raised at his comment. 

  - It’s not about what I want anymore. What about you, kids and engagement in the cards for you?

  - I used to want it but I don’t know. I don’t know if I want to get married if love is something that’s not everlasting. Besides, I do have to work. - she gave him that sweet smile of hers. - Why are you leaving the band? For real, why don’t you wanna be part of it anymore?

  - Just felt like it. 

  - You know, I don’t believe you’re a “just felt like it” type of guy so you gotta lie better to me. 

  - Anyhow, we’re moving into a hotel for the rest of the week so I won’t be annoying you during the nights anymore. 

[goldenzingy46]

Chapter 2: Sirius Black, aged 7                   

Sirius Black was sitting in the parlour on a ridiculously expensive chair, feet swinging as he grumbled about his mother cutting his hair. He, apparently, wasn’t respectable-looking enough for the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black, which was silly, in his opinion, because Sirius Orion Black was a seven-year-old. Which, of course, meant he was incredibly grown up, but not old and grumpy enough to have to look a certain way for family dinners.

Family dinners! He’d get to see Cousin Andy, who was brilliant. Last time, she brought dungbombs and they let them off at the dinner table, which had been hilarious. His mother had dropped out of her perfect posture and shrieked like a banshee, beautiful hair slipping off her head in cascades, stumbling in her heels and ripping the hem of her gown. It had been hilarious, and, though he had been caught, it had been a riot of an evening he’d never forgot (no, not just because he’d had champagne for the first time! Besides, that was Bellatrix’s fault).

“Alright, Sirius, I think you look gentlemanly now.” Walburga smiled, kissing him on the forehead. “No antics like last year and you’ll be fine. At least with Andromeda, Cygnus can marry her off. You’re our heir apparent.”

“Yes mother,” Sirius groaned, slipping off the chair, looking for an escape from his overbearing mum.

She ruffled his hair, smiling. “Love you, Sirius.”

“Love you too, mum.”

He ran upstairs to get ready, already hearing the guests come in.

“Walburga! Stunning as always, I see,” was his Auntie Druella.

“Druella, my friend!”  which was probably followed up with a hug, kissing on the cheeks and smiling between the two women whom he’d once seen comparing makeup techniques, because the House of Black could never be anything but perfect.

Toujours Pur indeed.

“Reggie! Reggie, come on!” he yelled, dragging his younger brother, Regulus, down the stairs.

Oh, ewwwww.

His father, Orion Black, and his Auntie Druella were deeply in love but married to someone else. Which meant hidden romantic scenes and snogging when nobody was looking, but it was gross.

“Ori,” she whispered, staring deep into his eyes, their hands clutched tightly together.

“Dru,” his father responded, their noses mere inches apart.

“I love you,” Auntie Druella murmured, not giving him time to respond before clutching his face and kissing him like a starving woman, white gloves rumpling on his jawline, lipstick smearing onto his face.

“Ew, ewwww, Reggie don’t look!” Sirius hissed, covering his brother’s eyes, turning away from the sight of his father snogging his aunt.

“I love you too,” he heard his father say, breathlessly, after the kiss.

Regulus shoved Sirius’ hands off his eyes and dragged him downstairs, straight past their father and their aunt, who didn’t even notice them come through.

“My sons! Where were you?” cried Walburga, impeccably dressed as always.

“I’m sure they just got a little… caught up in something,” their Great-Aunt Cassiopeia interrupted, showing her teeth. She knew about the affair between Orion and Druella, but of course she didn’t tell anyone, because she was Cassiopeia Black and she loved chaos.

Grandfather Pollux and Grandmother Irma lurked in the back corner, and Sirius instinctively moved away from them, as both of them were creepy and despised children. Lightly tugging Reggie’s hand, Sirius began to reverse away from their leering grandparents, only to crash backwards into an elderly couple.

“Grandpa Arcturus! Grandma Mel!” Reggie cried, getting smothered in hugs and forehead kisses from Melania.

“How’s my little man these days, huh?” For all she seemed nice, the Black family could team up and be deadly, especially the woman.

“Sirius! Heir apparent! I guess you’re ready for when I finally die so your father can take over, huh?” Arcturus said, shaking Sirius’ hand firmly, his seven-year-old self almost bouncing up and down at the force.

“I- uh… oh look, Reg, there’s Uncle Alphard!” he stuttered, pulling his brother away from their grandma, Arcturus frowning with displeasure as they ran away.

“Sirius!” their Uncle Alphard cried, seeing them come in his direction. “How’s my favourite nephew, then, huh?”

Sirius found his hand sliding out of Reggie’s, and suddenly he was up in the air, too high, way too high, and everything was spinning.

“Uncle- I- urgh,” Sirius spluttered, unable to voice his discomfort. “My brother’s here too!”

He found himself on the ground again, sinking to the floor dizzily.

“Little Regulus! I didn’t see you there!” Alphard said, pinching his cheeks and ruffling his hair. “How’s my lil’ kiddo?”

“Why is everyone calling me little? I am a big boy now! I’m six!” Regulus pouted, looking adorable with big brown eyes and ruffled hair.

“Of course, but you will always be my little kiddo!” Their uncle boomed, sweeping the pair of them into a hug, of which they barely came past his knee. He crouched so he could be at their level, his slightly greasy shoulder length hair swinging in front of their faces. Regulus wrinkled his nose and batted it like a small kitten, to which Alphard let out a hearty laugh and opened his battered leather satchel. “Don’t tell anyone, but I got you each a little gift from my travels,” he whispered, handing Regulus a little ship in a bottle, and Sirius a set of expensive-looking bangles.

“Brother!” Walburga sniffed, elegantly looking down her nose at him, black lace gown sweeping the floor as she marched up beside him. “I haven’t seen you in ages. Come and catch up with us.”

Alphard stood up, dusting off his battered suit, and nodded. On his way to join the women, he winked and Sirius, and murmured, “Give ‘em hell for me, kid.”

With Uncle Alfie gone, the Black brothers looked for another distraction. Without a distraction in sight, however, the middle daughter of Cygnus and Druella Black was stalking through the room, pale skin almost glowing, thick, sleek, black hair swirling loose down her back, a rare luxury for a ten-year-old in the Black family, dark eyes searching the room for prey.

“My favourite cousins! What fun!” Bellatrix yelled, flitting through the room towards them.

“Trix!” Sirius giggled, knowing she hated that nickname.

Bellatrix frowned, and then smiled that nasty smile that ten-year-olds with a cruel streak do, and it was not a nice smile. It was the kind of smile that made Sirius hug his younger brother instinctively, and step in front of him, creating a kind of human shield.

“Kreacher!” she snapped, calling the wrinkled old house elf to her side. “Get us something… fun… to play with.”

Kreacher’s yellowing teeth flashed as he obeyed. “Kreacher bes doing what Young Mistress Black’s wanting.”

She giggled, patting Sirius’ shoulder with a cold hand, to which he recoiled. “It isn’t always I get to play with my little cousins, is it now, Reggie?”

Her eyes flickered to the younger of the two, who was partially hidden behind Sirius, and she had a mask of malice disguising her pretty features. Kreacher popped back in, offering her a dark orb, white streaks of lightning crashing within, and she pulled on her black gloves, straightening the hem by the crook of her elbow, and held the orb out to Sirius.

“Little cousin! Would you like to have a taste of our family’s little treasures?” she hissed, eyes wild and nearly glowing with the power she had over them.

Sirius pulled Reggie back, he had no idea what it was, but it felt ugly, and it radiated an aura of coldness.

“Now, now, don’t be like that! It’s all in good fun! Here, little Reg, you try it!” Bellatrix grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into a tight, one-armed embrace.

“Reggie, no! It feels icky, don’t touch it!” fear clogged his throat as he watched his little brother encircled in the arms of his crazy cousin.

“Come now, just a little brush, that’s all it takes,” Bellatrix coaxed Regulus.

“B-but it feels kinda gross,” Reggie stammered, his hand half out, eyes wide and panicked. “Siri?”

“Reggie, don’t listen to her, don’t touch it! It’s evil!” Sirius cried, watching him but unable to help.

“Don’t be silly, Cousin Sirius, how can an object be evil?” Bellatrix murmured, gloved hand caressing the orb.

“Now, now, Bella,” a soft voice crooned. “Stop toying with our baby cousins, it’s very rude.” Narcissa Black straightened up, dress smooth without a single wrinkle.

“I-I’m not a baby!” Reg complained, defiantly.

“Yes, of course not. Bella, let us go somewhere else.”

“But Cissy…” Bellatrix whined.

“Bella,” Narcissa warned, hands clenching together in a very ladylike manner.

With a dramatic sigh and a grand flourish, Bellatrix relinquished her hold on Regulus, pouting as she swept after her younger sister.

Sirius gently embraced his younger brother, letting Reg cry onto his sleeve. “I’ll always be here for you, Reg,” he whispered. “Always.”

Tears burned his eyes as he hugged Reggie fiercely, never letting go. He would protect his younger brother. Forever and always. Always and forever.

“Hey, little cuz!” Andy called, vaulting over the table to join them. “What’s wrong?”

Sirius glanced up, and muttered, “Bellatrix.”

“Ah, damn. However, I have an idea for a prank…”

Even Regulus looked up at that. Sirius grinned, the mischievous grin that only a seven-year-old can wear. “Let’s hear it.”

Andromeda grinned, and Sirius groaned, knowing that look. “Let’s get you two clean, first..."

[krreader]

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pairing: bts x reader fandom: bts warnings: sex ; language genre: smut ; crack

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kim seokjin

Jin and you were really enjoying yourselves today, probably because you both knew that the apartment would be empty for the next three hours and you could be as loud as you wanted to be.

Which you were. No more muffled moans, no more biting your lip so you wouldn't be too loud and obvious.

You let it all out today, moaning, begging, at one point even screaming.

That is until your boyfriend was taking you from behind, you begging him to go harder and for some unknown fucking reason – or you know, because it's Apple and Apple is a little bitch – Siri suddenly turned on without either of you noticing.

Just when you moaned: “Yes, daddy.”

And then, your stupid ass phone replied: “Calling your father now.”

“Wait what?!” both Jin and you immediately panicked, you reaching for your phone and trying to get the call to stop, but..-

“(Y/N)? Are you okay, honey?”

“Oh, hey dad,” you laughed nervously, “Yeah, yeah, I'm okay.”

“You're a little out of breath.. did you just run somewhere?”

The mood was absolutely fucking ruined, especially because your father did not stop talking. You could see Jin rub his hands over his face in desperation, so you quickly put on his shirt, kissed his forehead and left the bedroom so that at least one of you could orgasm that night.

min yoongi

Usually, you weren't that experimental in bed. You liked to stick to the basics that you both you and Yoongi were good at.

But you and your ex used to do this quite a lot and you always enjoyed it when you did it.. maybe that's why you suddenly said: “My ex used to love doing this too.”

And while you didn't really think too much into it, Yoongi suddenly stopped and looked you dead in the eye.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

“What? What did I do?”

“Are you actually thinking about your ex-boyfriend while I'm fucking you? Are you dead serious?!”

“I..- I wasn't thinking about him, I was just..- I mean..-”

But Yoongi was already done, no matter how hard you tried to convince him that it was nothing. He pulled out and pulled on some shorts again, leaving a disappointed you behind as he left his bedroom to go into the bathroom and finish him off himself.

Great. This was just great..

jung hoseok

“Jimin isn't here, baby, you can be louder,” Hoseok whispered against your neck as he continued pounding into you.

You were so used to keeping it down when sleeping with your boyfriend, it wasn't that you weren't drowning in pleasure right now.

But Jimin was usually always in the same room and so you had to be quiet every damn time.

Well, except for today, because he was out with some other idols friends and wasn't supposed to be back for hours.

Supposed to was important.

Because suddenly the doors got pushed open and in came not just Jimin, but three of his male idol friends from various other groups all now staring at you and Hoseok fucking.

If it had just been Jimin, Hoseok wouldn't have cared much. He had caught you fucking more than he can count, it wasn't new. But he didn't know these other guys and he didn't like how they were looking at you right now, so he immediately pulled out and pulled the blanket over you, before he got out of the bed.

“Get the fuck out..”

“Hyunggggg, this is my bedroom too,” Jimin whined, clearly drunk, “They won't watch, I promise!”

“Now, Jimin!”

But that proved harder than he expected, he literally had to push every single one of them out of the room and by the time he finally came back into bed, the mood was completely ruined.

“You really need your own room,” you sighed, cuddling into his side instead.

kim namjoon

Bangtan was throwing a party right now, celebrating their newest win. And while Namjoon was usually rather excited about these, he hadn't seen you in more than three weeks and the second you walked through the front door in that dress was the second he had pulled you into his bedroom and pushed you onto the bed.

There was no way he would wait until this thing was over to make you moan his name. Absolutely no fucking way.

However, in his haze of lust, he completely forgot to lock the door and was now too busy watching his dick disappear inside of you again and again to really care about it.

And that's when the doors got opened and not just a few of his band members, but a few of yours were standing in the door as well.

“Having fun?” one of your members asked with wiggling eyebrows, clearly drunk.

“Hyunggggg, you're doing great!” Jeongguk started cheering, one of his arms around the youngest of your members and even though Namjoon thought about just ignoring them and continuing what he was doing, he stopped the second they all entered the bedroom and came closer.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing?!”

“Oh my god, he's huuuuuge!” and “Doesn't it hurt?” were comments that your band members made that had you hide under his blanket until you were sure that Namjoon had thrown them all out.

“I want to die,” you mumbled as the mattress shifted, the blanket being pulled down a moment later, revealing a smiling Namjoon.

“How about we just cuddle for now and try to do this again tomorrow morning when they're all gone?”

“Please..”

park jimin

Maybe having sex on a tour bus wasn't the best idea you and Jimin have had, especially not when the space was so limited.

But you had both been so horny that you've had no other choice but to peel off your clothes and just get going.

“Shht,” your boyfriend whispered against your lips, “You'll wake them up, Jagi..-”

Who would have thought that it wouldn't be your moaning to wake his members up, but a bump in the road that literally made you fall down onto the floor.

Jimin and you had been lying on the side and he hadn't held you properly, so that he could have prevented you from falling.

“Jagi!” he immediately was out of bed and kneeling down next to you, but before he could help you up and back into bed, the first curtains were drawn and..-

Well.. let's just say lying naked in the middle of a tour bus with all of his members staring at both you and Jimin wasn't the biggest turn on in the universe, especially with the death glares mixed in there.

kim taehyung

Taehyung's arm was wrapped around your middle, his eyes focused on you and holding you as close as he could as you were riding him.

“You feel so good,” he whispered, biting his lip when you picked up the pace.

When you started inhaling, he figured that you might already be close, already pushing his hand in between you two to rub his fingers over your clit, but what he mistook for a sign of an orgasm, actually just turned into you sneezing..

..right into his face.

“Oh. My. God,” you stared at him in disbelief, your boyfriend's eyes pressed shut as he could feel the contents of your nose on his face, “Taehyung, I am.. I am so sorry, fuck!”

You immediately reached for a tissue and wiped it off, but he didn't feel clean enough yet, so he had to get up and wash his face instead.

Five minutes later he came back, his dick unfortunately very soft again.

“You know, (Y/N), I much rather prefer your squirt on my face than your mucus,” he laughed, kissing your forehead as he laid down next to you.

“Yeah.. yeah, same.”

jeon jeongguk

To your own surprise, sex wasn't rough today. It was actually rather.. sweet.

Jeongguk was taking his time, kissing every part of your body, as he was sensually moving in and out of you, drawing out every single moan.

“Want some music?” he whispered into your ear, to which you could only nod. And because he had recently bought the Amazon Echo thing, he decided to give it a try, not wanting to get up and leave the warmth you provided right now, “Alexa, play some music.”

He figured that she'd play a playlist that Jeongguk had created before. A playlist where he knew had good songs.

But nope..-

“Here's a church radio station that you might enjoy.”

“What the..-”

And a moment later, the room was filled not with your moans, but with Ave fucking Maria.

“Never took you for a church boy,” you laughed, Jeongguk's head dropping against your chest as he could feel his dick already becoming soft inside of you.

This was so not how he had planned this night to go.

[dramaqueeenamby]

Feast

A/N: Yeah. Idk how to stick with the word requirements for blurbs so here is a whole damn oneshot with Big Nasty and a black reader. Also, ya’ll know I love Amara and she’s my go-to FC, but feel free to ignore and imagine yaselves’! :p

Words: 3.4K

Warnings: Slight, like very slight, and shitty smut

Tagging the fellow Flo’s Hoes/Lil Nasties who I know share love for our manzzzz and expressed interest in this hot mess!

TAGS: @chaneajoyyy @forbeautyandlife @heyauntieeee @crushed-pink-petals @mimigemrose @thepinkjinx @honeychicana @sdcyumyum @babygirlofwakanda

FEAST

“Bitch, hurry up. I can only hold my stomach in for so long. Not all of us have abs like you.”

Your best friend and current photographer sucked her teeth. “What abs? I haven’t done a real workout in months.”

You rolled your eyes, breaking from your position to place your hands on your hips and look over at her, squinting from the intensity of the sun. “What are we about to do then?”

Maya mirrored your stance. “You know damn well we’re only going to make it about a block before we call it quits.”

You laughed. It was true. While Maya had a bit more stamina than you, neither of you were feeling like being healthy. Plus, between decorating your new condo that you’d purchased with your best friend since elementary school or getting in a negative calorie burning workout….playing interior designer sounded a lot more appealing.

“Well let;s at least get these pictures done. We look too bomb to not snap a pic or two.”

“Or 100.”

You fake sniffled. “You know me so well.”

Sharing a laugh, Maya instructed you on how to pose, snapping more than two photos before you switched positions.

“Ugh. Give me your height, please.” At 5’10 with a slim thick figure, your best friend could have easily been a model if you two hadn’t went into the clothing business, opening your own boutique.

Maya snorted. “Give me your booty.”

“It’s a trade,” you agreed as Maya gave you poses that made her look even that more angelic and bomb than she already was. “Work, bitch.” The two of you fell out laughing as she gave a little twerk before covering her face.

“Can’t take us anywhere.”

You wiped at your eyes. “Nowhere.” She came to stand beside as you two perused through the photos you’ve taken eventually settling on one for each of you to post on social media.

“Franchise is going to love that one,” Maya murmured as you guys started to walk back toward your condominium, the decision to bypass the workout an unspoken agreement made among you.

You threw your head back and groaned. “You and that damn nickname.”

“I wouldn’t have given it to him if you would bless that man with some Rosetta Stone.”

“Now see, what we not gon’ do is talk about my baby.”

“That’s the biggest ass baby I’ve ever seen.” As her eyes fell onto you, she caught the sly and suggestive smile planted on your face. “Stop that!”

“You tell no lies,” you wiggled your brows as she grimaced.

“I think I’m going to be sick.” She pretended to gag as you pulled out your phone to check the post. Sure enough, he’d been one of the first to like it.

Smiling, you swiped to see he’d left two separate comments.  

😍😍😍

Mine 🤪🙌🏻❤️

You quickly double tapped both to heart them before giving a quick reply.

☺️😘❤️

Your boyfriend, Florian, was the definition of unexpected. You’d met by chance, both of you being on the same connecting flight that been delayed, forcing passengers to spend the night in the terminal. Your phone was dying, you foolishly leaving your charger in your suitcase as you hadn’t expected your battery to die before you reached your stop, Honduras.

Looking around the terminal, you noticed that there was only one available seat that was near a charging station. And it just so happened to be next to the tall, large, and handsome man who you could have sworn you’d caught staring at you several times. Never really into white guys, even you couldn’t deny the man was sexy as hell.

You’d overheard him talking on the phone and noticed he had a European accent to his deep voice, amping the appeal you were already having problems ignoring.

As your battery sunk into single digits, you decided to approach the handsome stranger, asking if it was alright for you to take the seat next to him.

“Of course.” Was his kind reply, his smile causing your stomach to do all kind of somersaults and walkovers.

While you’d initially planned to pretend to be busy on your phone, it seemed as though being in his proximity or being the first to make the move was the only thing he needed to start up a conversation.

An exchange of names and casual conversation quickly turned into you learning almost everything to know about each other. He was an actor who’d just been cast in a film he couldn’t tell because of contractual reasons and was going on a short vacation with close friends before traveling to the states to start filming.

You told him how you were heading to Honduras to celebrate your best friend’s 25th birthday. His favorite color was green. Yours was pink. He was the baby of his siblings. You were an only child. He was single….you were single.

You could definitely detect the flirtatious tone he allowed to seep in his naturally confident demeanor and surprised yourself with how you matched his vibe. Then again, how couldn’t you? The man was gorgeous and his body was delicious.

And that was just from what you could see through his sweats.

Contact information was exchanged as you two eventually separated, and what started as a long distance friendship easily transformed into something a lot more serious. He was away filming for three months, 90 days that comprised of constant phone and video communication, virtual interaction constituting the forming of your relationship.

Though you hadn’t officially discussed the status of you “-ship” as you’d gleefully ran into his open arms as you met him at the airport, making physical contact with him for the first time since you met…..you just kinda knew.

Then, of course, the fact that you two went through almost half a box of condoms the same night and you learning the real reason they called him Big Nasty probably helped as well.

So now, months later, there was no question about where you two stood. Florian was your man, and you, his lady.

Pulling down to refresh the comments, your smile dropped as you saw Maya’s reply on the thread between you and your boyfriend.

🤨 She been both fine AND mine long before you, Franchise.

Looking at her with the ‘really, bitch’ face, she busted out laughing.

“You know I had to.”

You maintained your annoyed expression before joining her in her cackling. “I hate you.”

“Lies,” she sang. “That’s like saying you hate Baby Arnold.”

“Maya!”

She was right though. Though you’d always been hesitant about falling too deeply given your less than stellar track record with men, there was something different about Florian. Being with him made you feel like a teenager all over again. Hell, you were 25 and getting all giddy over a damn Instagram comment.

You didn’t want to say that you loved him. Not yet. Not out loud, at least. But….you definitely more than just liked him.

As you two made it back to your condominium, you decided to start unpacking the boxes that created a fire hazard in your kitchen. You’d had just about enough takeout and while neither of you could cook to save your lives, it couldn’t help to start learning.

After all, you wanted to try to learn how to make at least one of your man’s favorite dishes. All you needed was a recipe, ingredients, prayers, and a fire extinguisher.

“Would you get off your phone and help me put some of these dishes away?” You yelled at your friend as she waved you off, continuing her IG live as she ate the last bit of her Chinese takeout.

“You’re doing great, sweetie!” She snorted as you turned around to flip her off.

“Hey, Siri. Play my music on Shuffle,” Maya called out to the HomePod. You rolled your eyes and prepared to tell the music player to turn it off when you realized it was “Bust Down Barbiana.”

“Ayee!” You shouted, running over to turn the music all the way up as Maya jumped up as well. Going over by her, the two of you started to dance and sing along.

“Thank you next, Ariana!” You both yelled as you two twerked on each other, all desires to stay on task thrown out the window. You continued to dance, noticing as the viewers of the Live continued to go up and up as you remembered Maya had a good amount of followers.

For a second, you contemplated moving out of the frame but as soon as the next song came on, Tia Tamera by Doja Cat, you knew it was a wrap.

“Hair grow long like Chia. Money go long like Nia!” You sang loudly, moving to climb up on the half wall, dancing on there, dropping into a squat and moving your ass. “I am the big idea! My twins big like Tia!”

“Aye! Aye!” Maya continued to hype you as she grabbed her phone to better film you. “Get it, Thickems!”

Continuing to act a fool, you didn’t notice Maya roll her eyes until she shouted.

“Go away, Franchise!”

Hearing that, you looked at her. “Flo’s watching?” As she murmured a ‘you know he is,’ you grin widened as you blew a kiss. “Hi, baby!”

“Can ya’ll not be all romantic on my live!” Maya groaned. You ignored her and continued to dance, purposely moving your ass even more. Flo loved your booty, his big hands always going to grab or smack it every chance he got.

Especially during sex. His favorite position was any that allowed him to bend you over. The counter, the bed, a workout machine, anything really.

“He said get your ass down before you fall, Bee!” Maya warned, though you were unsure if she was just saying that or if Flo really was concerned.

“If I fall and hurt myself, will you come home?” You asked, half joking, half serious. Promo for the film Florian had been filming, Creed II, was at full force, your poor boyfriend having to partake in interview after interview and premiere after premiere. A part of you felt bad for him, but you missed your man more.

It’d been almost two months since you’d seen him in person, and he wasn’t set to come visit you for another month. Your shower head and vibrator could only do so much. You needed the real and much bigger thing.

But sexual desires aside, you really just missed being held by your boyfriend, joking around with him, forcing him to watch your “chick flicks” or the occasional trip to the club.

“Ooooh.” You finally jumped down and walked over to Maya. “Call him.”

Maya turned up her nose. “Hell no. This is a rated G live. Ain’t no freak shit taking place on my watch. I’m a Christian.”

“Bitch you a whole lie and 3/4ths.” You smacked your lips as you looked over her shoulder to see comments coming in left and right but focusing in only on his.

😂😂😂😂😂

“Call me, baby!”

“It’s maybe.”

“Maya, I am about to punch you in your throat.”

“Come on then, bitch. I ain’t never been scared.”

“You are so ignorant.” You wiped at your eyes and elbowed her, walking away to get your phone out the kitchen.

“That ass though!”

Shaking your head, you looked at your reflection in the FaceTime before calling him. Ring, ring, ring, With each ring, your smile dimmed. Why was he not answering? Eventually, the “unavailable” screen came up and you frowned.

“He didn’t answer.” You told Maya as she walked over, having ended her call.

Maya shrugged. “Probably went to go beat his-“

“Maya!”

——

As you finished applying your night serums, your mind was still focused on the day’s earlier events.

You’d tried calling Florian a few more times after that with each call being ignored. You texted him. No reply. Hell, you’d even resorted to more stalkerish tendencies by checking his IG activity to see if he was liking photos or whatnot. Nothing. He’d just gone ghost.

You tried to ignore it. You really did. The last thing you wanted to think about was him cheating, messing around on you. He was probably working, but as you thought about where he was and the time zone, what work could he be doing at 3 something in the morning?

Something just wasn’t right.

Of course, Maya called you stupid.

“Terminator knows I’ll kick his Russian ass if he breaks your heart.”

“He’s Romanian, Maya.”

“I don’t care if he’s Lettucian. He still gon catch this fade if he wanna be on some Tristian Hoempson shit and cheat on you.”

You chuckled. Your best friend was crazy, but you loved her.

Just like you love Flo-

“Oh hell no.”

Frowning, you walked to the bedroom door. “What’s up?”

“Ain’t this about a bitch.”

Sighing, you walked over to slide on your slippers and headed out your room. “Heifer, you better be dying.”

“Oh, someone is about to die.”

You rolled your eyes and walked over to the top of the steps. “What-“

Mouth ajar, eyes wide as saucers, you completely blocked out Maya’s smirking, charcoal mask covered as she crossed her arms over chest, and murmured a small “gotcha.”

No, your eyes were focused on the giant standing at the bottom of your steps, bag on one shoulder, suitcase on the floor next to him, his magnetic smile on his handsome face.

“Surprise.”

As though his voice was your ‘on’ switch, you broke from your trance. “Baby!” Descending down the steps with surprising speed, you threw your body into his, legs wrapping around his waist.

“Now what if you had fallen? Hmm? Who was going to pay that hospital bill?” Maya wondered aloud as you flipped her off while crashing your lips onto Florian, his hands going to palm your ass as he held you against him.

“Hey, hey, hey! All possible baby making activities need to take place in the bedroom as per section G, paragraph 2, lines 8 through 11 of the contract.”

“What are you doing here?” You asked after having to break away for air, completely ignoring your best friend. “I thought you couldn’t get away for another month.”

“I’m done in a month, but everyone needs a break, yeah?” His finger traced your lips as you went to drop your legs so that you could stand up, only for him to tighten his grip. “You missed me, hmm?”

“You know what I’m going to miss? The silence!” Maya groaned. “Where are my Beats because if you think I’m going to listen to “fuck me daddy” and “don’t stop” all night-“

Florian chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his neck, dropping your head on his chest. “It’s nice to see you too, Maya.”

“Don’t lie to her,” you mumbled into him as he turned to look at you, pecking your forehead, forcing a giggle as you clutched him tighter.

Maya gagged. “I’m leaving. Don’t beat it up too much. Tomorrow is the Lord’s day.”

“Hate you, mean it.” You groaned as she walked up the steps, finally leaving you two alone.

Hitting him on his shoulder, he looked over at you with a scowl. “Wh-“

“You had me worried sick about you.” You finally remembered the stress he’d unknowingly forced you to endure as the result of his surprise.

“I’m sorry.” You noticed the guilt in his eyes and voice and felt a bit bad about making him feel bad. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“I don’t like surprises,” you pouted as he finally let you down so that he could slide the bag off his shoulder, hands going to your hips. “I like being able to talk to my man.”

“Maybe I don’t wanna talk,” he hummed, head dropping down as he lightly nipped at your neck. “Maybe I want to touch…to taste.”

You released a mixture of a moan and groan, legs involuntary clenching together.

“You should be tired.” You tried to be considerate. As much as you wanted him, you thought about how he’d most likely been in the midst of traveling while engaging with you on Instagram. He’d been in airports and on planes for the most of the day. “At least, take a shower. Settle down.” Your fingers crawled up his chest. “Just for a bit.”

He sighed with irritation as you giggled. Standing up on your toes, you kissed his nose. “Go on. The sooner you get done, the sooner we can get started.”

——

Pouring the crystal light into the glass, you closed up the container and placed it back in the fridge. As soon as you turned around, you were ambushed with a passionate kiss, Florian grabbing you by the back on your legs and hoisting you up against his shirtless frame.

Hands holding onto his broad shoulders, you nipped on his bottom lip.

“I guess I don’t need to ask if you missed me, huh?” You teased as he sat you down on the counter so that you could grab your drink.

He chuckled and looked down, hands moving up and down your bare thighs. “I always miss you, Bee.”

Grinning bashfully, young nails lightly raked across his back as he netted his head into your neck. “Needy.”

“Very,” he absentmindedly replied, hands moving higher up your legs and under the big shirt you were sporting.

“Flo,” you whined, taking a sip of your drink as his fingers toyed with the waistband of your panties. “At least let me fix you something to eat.”

“I don’t want that.” He groaned, lifting and relocating you to the island. “And you can’t cook.”

“You know what,” You gasped and slapped his arm. “I-“ Your eyes fluttered as pushed him hands up your body, kneading your breast with one hand while using the other to carefully push you down on your back. “Not here.”

“Why not,” he murmured, kissing the inside of your thighs as he started to tug on your underwear. “Kitchen made for eating, hmm.”

You whimpered as his finger stroked your folds, a low groan leaving his mouth. You were already so wet for him. “You said you missed daddy, ehh?”

Nodding rapidly, you threw your head back and just as you felt his cool breath on your pussy, it fell out in breathy voice.

“Mmmm, I love you.”

Both of you froze. Your eyes stretched as you started to wonder just how you were going to get away from him, put as much distance between you two as possible.

Unfortunately, with the position he had you in, it was almost physically impossible for you to dash so you forced yourself to attempt to do damage control.

“I-uh-what I meant is-you know-uh-,” you stammered, finally gaining the courage to him to see that he was smiling at you. Like, genuinely fucking smiling. You wanted to smack him.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you snapped, turning your head when you felt his hand come to cup your cheek, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“You love me?” He questioned casually, like it wasn’t something you’d been trying to keep a secret for weeks, still unsure if it was, in fact, love or just lust. Maybe that’s what it was. Lust. Yeah. It’d been too long and you were speaking from your pussy. Not the heart.

That was your story and you were-

“I love you too.”

Silence.

The silence that fell over you two was so thick that you could literally hear the sound of your gulp.

“W-wh-at you just say?”

He couldn’t have said what you thought he said. No. Your-your ears were playing tricks on you.

His gaze darkened as he gazed his lips over yours. “You heard me, frumos.” Beautiful. “You want me to say again?” He questioned, giving you no time to process let alone reply as he brought his head back down your body. “Or show.”

You moaned and released a shaky breath. “Baby-“

“Shhh,” he tugged your thighs over his shoulders, pulling you right into him. “Daddy needs to eat.”

And as your man finally indulged on the dessert he’d been waiting for all day and your mewling fueled his hunger, you realized that while your punani certainly loved the man feasting on you like you were his last supper…..so did your heart.

Huh.

“Ugh. I’m starv-ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW!” A Beat. “YA’LL ARE GOING TO JAIL, PERIODT!”