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p0orbaby · 1 month ago

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Blurb rec if you’re still taking them!

Loved the physio fic you posted with Leah a while ago so maybe Leah flirting with them in the physio room and them getting all flustered or like the team teasing them for the obvious tension between them or something!

(You’re seriously one of the best writers on here btw)

you can find the main fic this lovely anon has mentioned here. this is in that universe i guess!

“You didn’t reply to my text last night.”

Leah says it like she’s not annoyed. Like it’s not the hundredth time she’s said it with different words, in different tones, hoping one of them will make you stop acting like she’s just another half-hour booking in your calendar.

You’re crouched low, adjusting the tension on the underwrap wrapped around her thigh, when her voice breaks through—flat, sharp. Not unlike a phone buzzing in a cinema.

You don’t even look up. “I was busy.”

“I could see you were online.”

That makes you glance up. Just once. Enough to see the tilt of her head, the squint in her eyes. She’s annoyed. Not playful. Not seductive. Just actually, properly annoyed.

“You check when I’m online?”

She shrugs. Doesn’t even blink. “I just happened to notice.”

Liar.

You lean back slightly, hands still resting against her bare thigh. Her shorts are hitched high, bunched at the leg, and her skin’s warm under your gloves—too warm, you can tell she’s already a little worked up and trying to hide it. The wrap pulls a little as you tighten the loop. Deliberate. Tight.

She hisses softly. You don’t apologise.

Her hand drops beside her. Fingers twitch. Then flex. She drags them slowly—absently—up her own thigh, as she’s checking for tension. She’s not. She’s showing off. You don’t bite.

“Look at me a sec.”

You don’t.

“Look at me.”

You do.

Her eyes hold yours. “You’re pissed off.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

A smirk now. Small. That fucking smirk. Making out that she’s read something between your lines that wasn’t meant to be read.

She shifts on the bench. Her legs part slightly. The band wrap again. You let your hands follow the curve of her thigh a little higher.

“Is this about the other night?” she murmurs.

You say nothing.

She leans in. Drops her voice. “Because if it is, if you’re pissed I came and left—”

You roll your eyes. “Leah.”

“—then I’ll fix it.”

“Fix it?” you echo.

She nods. Bravado returning. “Right here, if you want.”

You pause. Glance at the door. The lock isn’t on. It never is. She knows that. Still, she spreads her knees wider. A deliberate scrape of skin against vinyl.

You lean forward slightly, your gloved hand pressing firmer into her inner thigh. Her breath catches. Her hands go still.

“I’m not the one who came and left.”

She exhales. Licks her bottom lip. “Okay.”

One word. Said like a deal being made. A line being crossed.

She reaches for you—slow, calculated, two fingers against your waistband. You let her. You don’t help. You don’t move. Her fingertips skim under the hem of your jumper. Skin to skin. Her breath shifts. So does yours.

“Don’t do that thing,” she says.

“What thing.”

“Where you act like you didn’t want it.”

You don’t answer.

“I know you did.” Her palm is flat against your stomach now. “I could feel it.”

She presses harder. The edge of her signet ring grazes your hipbone. You shift slightly and she thinks she’s winning. That stupid grin is back. Her mouth is near yours now. Her nose brushes your cheek.

“You soaked through your knickers.”

You still don’t respond.

“Had to peel them down your thighs. Remember that?”

You raise an eyebrow. Only slightly. “Vaguely.”

Her mouth’s at your jaw now. Her breath is warm and familiar, full of the same scent you wore home that night: salt and sweat and something muskier. The shampoo you told her to start using. The cologne she never admits she wears for you.

“Could’ve made you come again if you let me,” she murmurs. “Three times. Or four.”

Her hand’s on your arse now. Full palm. Confident. She squeezes once, like she’s checking if the power’s shifted. It hasn’t. But you let her think it has.

“I’ve been thinking about you since,” she says.

You blink slow. “That makes one of us.”

“Liar.” She kisses you.

Hard, this time. Like she wants to punish the silence out of you. You let her. Just a moment. Just enough. Her mouth is hot, greedy, open. Her tongue slides over yours like she owns it.

Her grip tightens. Both hands now. Kneading at you. Pulling you in. She drags you further between her legs and you let her.

“Fuck,” she breathes. “You’re not gonna stop me?”

She kisses you again. Filthier. Teeth this time. Her hand drops lower. You make a noise—you let her feel how close she is. Her hips rock forward.

You let her think she’s got it. You let her feel how close you are. How close she is.

And then, lips still brushing hers, you speak.

“Come in.”

She freezes.

You don’t move. Don’t flinch. Just hold her there with her mouth parted, breathing heavy, hands on your hips, the full fucking picture, while the door swings open.

Beth’s voice is casual. Bright. “Hey—sorry, am I—?”

She stops. Mid-sentence. Mid-step.

Leah jolts back like she’s been electrocuted. Still sat with you between her legs, arms dropping fast, cheeks flaming red. She scrambles to reposition the wrap on her thigh, as if that’s what this was.

You clear your throat gently. Peel your gloves off. Smooth your jumper down. Not in a rush.

Beth’s still frozen. “Was I interrupting—?”

“Nope.” You smile, polite, easy. “Leah was just leaving.”

Leah stares at you like you’ve stabbed her right in the heart.

Beth hovers in the doorway. Her brows pinch slightly. “Oh. Right.”

You nod. “You’re up.”

She glances between the two of you. Leah still hasn’t moved. Her chest is rising fast, her legs clamped shut now. She looks like she’s been caught wanking in the confession booth.

You don’t look at her.

Just grab your notes. Make a mark. Scribble something completely unrelated.

Leah slides off the bench slowly. Doesn’t say a word.

Her hand grazes your waist on the way past. You don’t react.

Beth walks in, cheerful again. “So I’ve been doing that ankle stretch you gave me—”

You nod. Smile. “Good.”

Leah’s at the door now. Still staring.

You don’t turn but you can feel her eyes burning a hole in the back of your head.

Beth hops up on the bench. “Is this okay?”

“Perfect,” you say. “Just relax.”

#leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #woso #woso x reader

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rookiesbookies · 2 years ago

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141 with a physically affectionate reader who gets cuteness aggression and attacks their faces with kisses at the most random times

Did have to google some Scottish slang( is slang the right term?) for Soap so sorry if its trash or wrong.

Price

First time you saw him shirtless. Look that soft layer of fat over his muscles is enticing, I’d bite too.

His eyes went wide and he just looked at you. He looked like his eyes were gonna pop out of his face.

“Love, did you mean to bite me?”

“Your pec looked delicious and you’re just so cute I couldn’t help it!”

He’s horrified, also holding both his pecs like a lady who got caught with her bra off. He couldnt decide if he liked being called cute or not and he sure as hell couldn’t decide about if he enjoy you munching on his pec or not.

So you just decided to plant kisses all over his face.

Soap

I feel like you got cuteness aggression the first time you got him naked.

It was just supposed to be a nibble, you weren’t meaning to bite his ass cheek. It was just so cute, clenched up, and ready to be nibbled.

He shrieked, “are you a bloody bampot!”

“... no?”

“Get yer whee mouth on my fuckin boaby not my fuckin arse, ya clarty lass! Fuckin dafty, yer are.”

“Thank you?”

“I said I’d rather your mouth be on my dick and not my ass.”

“I’ll just smother you in kisses instead.”

Ghost

Lowkey you just get cuteness aggression every time you see him. Especially with his mask on. Planting kisses weren’t as easy and violence was chosen. So going in for a hug when he’s about to get in the shower the turns into you biting his meaty shoulder, earning a smack on the head.

“What’s fooking wrong with ya today?”

“You just look so cute.”

He pulled off mask, “look me in my face and say that again.”

You look at him taking a breath to keep a straight face, “you’re a cutie patootie.”

Gaz

“You know, you’re in the dictionary next to the word cute right?” You said, while sitting in his lap, planting aggressive kisses on his face and body.

“Really?”

“Yup.” You mumbled before pinching the inside of his thigh making him scream and smack your head lightly.

“NO. Bad!”

Yeah, cuteness aggression is something he wasn’t ready for. Have fun explaining it to him because he is already staring in disbelief.

Konig

He gets cuteness aggression with you, so getting it right back with the blonde hair that litters his chest. You were trying to pull on it gently to see how sensitive it is, making biscuits like a cat while kissing all over his face, it wasn’t actually the aggression.

You didn’t see him about to cry under his mask from how it hurt. Until he pulled back.

“My love please be gentler.”

“Huh?”

“Very sensitive.”

“Oh.”

Krueger

When he look his mask off for the first time, the cuteness aggression was overwhelming for you. You tried your best to just gently hold his face and plant kisses up and down it, but it was too much he was so cute it was overwhelming, you had to pinch his cheeks. He yelped and pulled your hands away from his face.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!”

“You’re too cute, I can't help it!”

“You’re cruel, fucking cruel.”

Keegan

“Hey, babes, can we chill out? You’ve been aggressively rubbing my back for half an hour.”

“Your tattoo is so cute I cant help it!”

He had gotten your favorite animal tattooed on his back. You were rubbing it while kissing the back of his neck vehemently.

“I just wanna,” and you pinched it and he pinched your calf, making you silently scream.

You smacked his back, “too hard! You pinched me so much harder than I pinched you!”

“Na-uh.” He said sassily.

“Ya-huh.”

#cod x reader #call of duty #captain price #john price #captain john price x reader #konig call of duty #konig x reader #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz x reader #simon riley x you #john soap mctavish x reader #johnny mactavish #sebastian krueger x reader #cod krueger #keegan russ x reader #keegan p russ

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wow635 · 10 months ago

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First chapter guys!!! My writing isn’t great ok, I know and I’m not ashamed hahaha. It will improve throughout the story but right now I’m a bit rusty. But honestly this is also just for fun because I love creating new stories and scenarios. So I hope you’ enjoy it as much as I do writing it. And the next chapter will be out as soon as I can get it out

“Y/n, come down and help Petunia make breakfast. Now!” my Uncle Vernon calls harshly from downstairs.

Now, you see, my aunt and uncle never really appreciated me and my twin brother, Harry. I don’t want to say disliked, because they put a roof over our heads—but they do it with dread and irritation. I don’t think I’ve ever received so much as a smile from them since the day we were dropped off on their doorstep the night our parents died. And it only got worse when we were invited to Hogwarts.

I look at Harry, who’s sitting on his bed messing around with something Hermione gave him, and give him the look—the one we always give each other when the Dursleys are annoying us.

I head down to the kitchen and get started on the eggs they so rudely demanded. But before I can even process anything, Dudley comes charging into the room, knocking me—and unfortunately the eggs—over.

I land on the floor with a thump, the eggs landing next to me one by one, each making a cracking sound.

“Dudley!” I shout after him as Uncle Vernon comes stomping into the room, looking furious at the commotion.

"Can't even make breakfast?!" Uncle Vernon bellows. "And you wonder why I never let you in the kitchen! I'm not surprised you let the eggs fall. Now clean it all up!"

“B-but it wasn’t me! He knocked me over!” I stammer angrily, brushing myself off and pointing in Dudley's direction.

Vernon snorts derisively and looks over at Dudley, who does a great job of looking sorry for the mess on the floor. "Now you think I'm going to believe you over my perfect boy?"

I feel my blood boiling. His perfect boy, my arse.

“Whatever. I’m going to my room,” I sigh angrily.

Vernon snorts again. "Good idea. You're not getting breakfast after all, because of your mistakes," he says with disgust before turning and leaving the room, taking Dudley with him.

I’ll live. It won’t be the first missed breakfast.

I head up to me and Harry’s room, making sure to stomp as I go. I scoff as I hear Vernon shout after me, “And don’t you dare slam that door—” I cut off his last sentence by slamming the door so hard it practically shakes the house.

I huff and walk over to my bed adjacent to Harry’s. I sit down and throw myself onto it, arms outstretched and legs dangling off the side, staring at the ceiling.

Harry glances over at me after the door slams, a look of sympathy on his face. I sigh deeply and run my hands through my hair. Suddenly, there’s a scratching noise coming from the window. Harry and I share a look of confusion before we get up to investigate.

We pull open the curtains and look outside. A large, handsome brown owl is sitting on the windowsill, tapping its claws impatiently against the glass. I let out a small gasp of surprise and open the window at once, while Harry quickly unties a letter from the bird's leg.

“Isn’t this the Weasleys’ owl?” I ask him as I bring over a handful of Hedwig’s food for the owl to eat.

The owl takes the food from my hand before flying out the window again. I look at the letter excitedly as Harry tears it open.

"It's from Ron!"

I stand on my tiptoes, trying to see over his shoulder. “Well, what does it say?” I huff, unable to see.

"He says the World Cup Final is tomorrow, and the Weasley family has tickets!" he says excitedly. "They’re staying for two days, and Percy got them a portkey from London to the stadium."

"Really?!" I squeal as Harry adds that we’re invited—and they’re picking us up at 5 o’clock today.

I feel the relief wash through my body. Finally. We’ll be out of this house until school starts.

"Well, we'd best start packing then!" Harry says, dropping the letter and rushing to get his trunk.

“It also says Mrs. Weasley is going to take us to get our school books, and they'll take us to King’s Cross Station,” I say, reading the rest of the letter with a smile on my face.

Harry grins and gives me a high-five. "I'm so glad the Weasleys are getting us out of here. I can't wait to get away from the Dursleys!" he says with a satisfied smile. "Now, we should start packing our things."

“You’re right,” I say, struggling to pull my trunk from under my bed.

He chuckles lightly and moves over to help me. "Here, let me give you a hand with that." Together, we manage to pull the trunk out and open it up, ready to start packing.

"Thanks," I say as he turns back to his own trunk. "Can you tell the Dursleys about this? They're not exactly happy with me right now."

Harry nods. "Yeah, I'll go let them know. Hopefully they won't be too annoyed." As he walks out of the room, I continue packing my trunk, making sure I have everything I need.

I get dressed and start on my makeup, but I can’t help focusing on the long scar on my right eye that runs from the left corner of my eye to the bottom right. I sigh, remembering how it happened. It was when Harry and I were babies. Voldemort came and killed our parents and tried to kill us. Harry was left with a lightning mark—and I was left with this. One normal brown eye, and one bright green, scarred eye.

Those are the memories that never really leave me. Even though I don’t remember it since I was so young, no one really lets me forget. Not my aunt and uncle, not my cousin, not even the people at Hogwarts. They all gawk at Harry and me like we’re not normal.

I sigh and run my fingers through my hair, letting it fall over my face a bit to cover the scar. That’s the thing—Harry was fortunate enough for his scar to be on his forehead, easily hidden by his hair. Me? Not so much. I can’t do much to hide mine.

I sit back down and pull out a book. Now all I have to do is wait.

Next chapter——>

#fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #harry potter #sad harry potter #harry potter x reader smut #harry potter preferences #harry potter hcs #harry potter imagine #fred weasley headcanon #harry potter headcanon #sad fred weasley #fred wealsey fic #fred weasely x y/n #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley smut #fanfic

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bishovapls · 23 days ago

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Hello! I was wondering what gave you the motivation to start writing the Our Little One universe? And also if there are any ideas you had for the universe that you just ended up trashing because you weren’t a fan of it?

My motivation started with reading fics on AO3. At the time, I was hooked on two fics in particular: Collision Course and A Room of Your Own. They completely lodged the idea in my head and refused to let go. Before those, I didn’t really read much ‘x reader’ content, I usually stuck to ships but those stories changed everything. After that, I dove headfirst into those kinds of fics on both AO3 and Tumblr. People just write Wandanat x reader so beautifully, whether it’s layered with backstory and plot or completely unhinged in the absolute best kind of smut. Those fics had me in a chokehold, and I wanted so bad to write something too.

Then one night, I was lying in bed trying to sleep, and the idea for You Make Such Pretty Sounds When You're Sorry, hit me. I got up, wrote it out, posted it... and then people actually liked how I'd written it. Which blew my mind. Then there were requests for more, and so much love and support, it just made me even more motivated. (I’m a shameless slut for validation, it’s who I am. Give me a compliment and I’ll probably do anything for you. It’s a problem.)

As for ideas I’ve trashed... they’ve usually been pulled right back out of the bin 😬. Like, the whole sub drop arc was something I had in mind early on, but I shelved it for a while because I wasn’t sure if the angst would land or if anyone would be into it. Same goes for the bit about Wanda and Natasha knowing Kate and Yelena, I’ve gone back and forth on that so many times, but it’s officially being written now, so that idea is also back from the bin. I just argue with myself until I give in, and usually the conclusion is: fuck it, if I can make it work, then it’s a good enough idea. This mindset will absolutely bite me in the arse when the next idea is actual trash, but hey, it’s worked out so far.

Anyway, sorry for the long ramble 😬 thank you for the questions!!🩵

#our little one #wandanat x reader #answered asks

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blackberrysummerblog · 5 months ago

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Hi everyone! Thank you @nausikaaa, @youarenevertooold, @mooncello, @thewholelemon, @roomwithanopenfire, @monbons, and @j-trow-95 for the tags this week! I love how active this fandom is, and it’s great to see the creative projects people are working on outside of fandom, too.

I’m being sporadically productive, which is the only way I am, alas. I’m mostly working on finishing Pull Yourself Together, an only-one-bed and magical mishap fic I wrote for @rimeswithpurple’s birthday. Here’s an excerpt of the second and final chapter:

Baz tries to stuff a pillow between our bodies before he climbs in, but it doesn’t work. The bed’s magic just pulls me over on top of it to glue myself to him, and then we have the devil’s own time yanking it from under me. By the time we’ve finished wrestling with the pillow, the blankets, and each other, I fully expect Baz to announce he’s had enough, but for some reason, he doesn’t.

We don’t lie on our sides facing each other for obvious reasons, but it’s quickly decided that we don’t want to spend the night arse to arse, either. Which leaves us lying on our backs again—it’s not how I’m used to sleeping, but I owe him at least one concession. Our arms are still a problem, but in the end we both manage to get comfortable enough. “Baz,” I whisper after a few minutes. I can tell he’s not asleep. After years of sleeping in the same room with him, I know how he breathes once he passes out.

“What now, Snow?” he all but growls. It doesn’t sound mean, though—just tired.

“You slept better last night, too, didn’t you?”

This time, I’m able to lift my elbow to ward off a pillow to the face.

The next fic is probably never going to see the light of day, so I may as well share the snippet. It’s Baz’s POV and I’ll leave you to see what’s going on. I do have a little more than this written, but it’s in no way a fully formed idea or story:

“I’m nobody’s pet!” he snarls, hurling himself down on the couch and scowling at a point on the floor. His body language is something else—arms folded tightly over his chest as he leans back with shoulders scrunched in, but his legs are spread wide. One foot is planted on the floor while the other has rolled gently out. Interesting to note the juxtaposition of the parts of himself he’s trying to protect with what he’s exposed.

“You are,” I purr, kneeling on the cushion beside him. “Your master sold you to us like a goat, like livestock.” I brush my fingers through one of his fat, barrel-shaped curls. He’s resolutely not moving, but I see his eye slide to the side, watching me. My hearing is so attuned to him that I know he’s holding his breath. Reaching over, I take his chin in my hand and turn his face to look at me. “Like a cute…little…puppydog.”

…Yeah XD. Anyway, happy Wednesday to everyone and have a great rest of the week! No-pressure tags and hellos to: @prettygoododds, @larkral, @the-beard-of-edward-teach, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @raenestee, @imagineacoolusername, @cutestkilla, @aristocratic-otter, @artsyunderstudy, @fiend-for-culture, @best--dress, @bookish-bogwitch, @orange-peony, @valeffelees, @ic3-que3n, @meanjeansjeans, @confused-bi-queer, @argumentativeantitheticalg, @wellbelesbian, @forabeatofadrum, @stitchyqueer, @sourcherrysc0nes @arthurkko, @brilla-brilla-estrellita, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @beastmonstertitan, @supercutedinosaurs @bookishbroadwayandblind, @asocialpessimist, @cows4247, @iamamythologicalcreature, @shrekgogurt, @leithillustration, @basiltonbutliketheherb, @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists

#wip wednesday #simon snow #baz pitch #snowbaz #Pull Yourself Together #there was only one bed (!)#forced proximity #side fic

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lookingfts · 10 months ago

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I couldn't resist, here's a part 2 to the glasses drabble.

Don’t take them off. She’s on her back on her mattress, Anthony tucked between her thighs, his hair mussed from how desperately they had kissed on the way into her flat. Kate wants to keep her calm, wants to get off and kick him out before he can say something to ruin it, but her skin is on fire and she’s so slick, embarrassingly so, knows it from the way Anthony’s jaw drops a little.

Don’t worry, he says in a throaty voice that makes her shudder. I want to see you.

The glasses bump against her thigh as he licks into her and it really should not be so fucking hot but she drags her nails against his scalp as her other hand clutches at the headboard. And he’s good, fuck he’s good, taking her apart with his tongue and his fingers and his moans like he’s the one being pleasured. His noises are obscene and should be illegal, and she’s never been with anyone nearly as vocal, wonders if he’s always this loud or if it’s just her.

And oh, that’s dangerous. To think that maybe she’s special.

Better not to think. Better to throw herself into the sensations as he works her open and sucks her clit and tells her to come and she does, all over his face, entirely powerless but to obey.

He kisses his way back up her body, leaving traces of her arousal everywhere in the shape of his mouth, until he meets her lips again and gives her a taste. Kate feels delirious. Far from curing her desire, falling into bed with Anthony is only serving to make the craving a thousand times more intense.

Kate, we don’t have to-

Don’t stop, she urges, sounding too needy to her own ears. It’s too much, I can’t-.

Anthony shushes her, and it should sound patronizing but it helps her breathe. I know. I know, I’ll take care of you, sweetheart. Just let me-

She can’t look away as he slides into her, hot and thick, his eyes wide behind the glasses like this is a revelation for him, too. The voice that tells her you’re not special gets a little quieter, diminished by the sheer awe in his expression. Surely he doesn’t treat every sexual encounter like it’s something sacred.

As it turns out, she’s not wrong. It’s the best shag of her life by an unfortunate margin, even with the slight fumbling to learn each other’s bodies, even with the trial and error as Anthony searches for the spots that make her gasp, sigh, moan, cry out. He finds them all, and a few she didn’t even know existed.

The only thing she can really do in return is clutch at his shoulders, his back, his arse and kiss him sloppily. He fucks her harder when she whimpers his name, and she does it again and again until her throat is raw.

Kate comes once, twice, before Anthony buries his face in her neck and groans. His glasses finally fall off, lost in the sheets, as he empties himself into the condom.

Neither of them says anything for a few long moments. Anthony gently withdraws from her and fixes his glasses, laying on his side and propping his head on his hand. The other strokes her side in aimless patterns, goosebumps breaking out across her skin at his feathering touch.

Fuck, she has no idea what to say. Thanks for the incredible sex, see you at brunch next month and we’ll pretend like this never happened? Try not to judge me for my taste in men?

“I can hear you thinking,” he says finally, his hand going flat over her stomach. It’s telling, she thinks, that she doesn’t rush to cover herself up. That she allows him this small intimacy.

“Yeah?” Kate says a little snarkily, her head still spinning. “What am I thinking?”

Anthony sighs, looking at her seriously. “You’re wondering if this was a moment of insanity.”

She snorts derisively. “No, it was definitely that.”

With a grip on her waist, he rolls her to the side and kisses her. For all that they’re naked, it’s not sexual. It’s slow, deliberate, like he’s trying to make a point. “Every moment since I met you has been a moment of insanity,” he says when he pulls away. “I wasn’t kidding, Kate. I would wear these glasses every damn day if it would just- if it made you want me.”

Kate doesn’t know what to do with that. They tease and they dig and they flirt in their own fucked up way, but Anthony sounds tired and earnest and she realizes there’s no going back to what they were. He doesn’t want to do it anymore.

Does she?

“Want you how?” she asks quietly, forcing herself to look at him. They’re adults – they might not always act like it, but he deserves an honest conversation. “What do you want from me?”

His eyes roam her face, and the corner of his mouth ticks up a little. “Sometimes I think you’re purposefully dense,” Anthony says, and it’s almost familiar, him winding her up. She braces herself for him to say – she doesn’t even know anymore. She feels entirely adrift, at the mercy of his next words. “I want you, Kate. Only you. Haven’t you noticed there hasn’t been anyone else in the last eight months?”

Kate wracks her brain, trying to think of the last time she actually saw Anthony flirting with another woman. All she can recall is his attention on her – his eyes on her across a crowded room; his hands on her hips as he asks her to dance with him; his gleeful teasing, like a boy trying to get a rise out of her on the playground.

She wonders what, exactly, she’s been running away from all this time.

Anthony kisses her again, a little more heated, and rolls her onto her back as he settles between her thighs. She goes willingly as he urges her arms up by her head and intertwines their fingers, hovering over her. Kate feels so overwhelmed by the weight of his body, the warmth of his breath, those fucking glasses.

“Give me a chance,” he murmurs, bumping her jaw with his nose as she melts beneath him. “I want you in my bed, Kate. I want to make you feel good. Every night. I want to take you to dinner and call you my girlfriend. I want all of you, all the fucking time. Say yes.”

He’s not playing fair – she’s so wet, so desperate for him that she’s liable to agree to anything. Maybe he knows that. He does seem to know her better than she’s ever been willing to admit.

“On one condition,” Kate says breathlessly, and Anthony lifts his head to meet her eyes, nodding. “You don’t have to wear the glasses every day, but I do insist on them at least once a week.”

His answering grin is bright and broad, and holy fucking shit is he handsome when he smiles. “I knew it was the glasses,” he says, right back to being smug. He’ll be even more unbearable now.

“It was the glasses,” she agrees, dropping her voice seductively. “I was on the fence about whether I was attracted to you, but the glasses just really sent you over-.”

Anthony tackles her into the mattress, kissing her firmly as she laughs against his mouth, and the sudden lightness in Kate’s chest tells her that she has nothing to regret.

#drabble #bridgerton #kanthony #kate x anthony #anthony x kate #bridgerton fic

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lulublack90 · 1 year ago

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Prompt 1 - Incantation

@wolfstarmicrofic June 1, word count 855

A continuation that is definitely going to end up as a mini-series, (I can't help myself 🤣) of Summer Camp AU. It's been taking up space in my head since I wrote it and I need to write more so here we go 😁

First part

As they neared the wiggling legs, Sirius rushed forward and launched himself onto the back of a tall raven-haired boy with glasses. He wrapped his legs around his waist and demanded a piggyback.

“James, come meet Remus,” Sirius told James as he tried to turn the boy’s head away from the upside-down legs. James turned around and grinned a broad smile at Remus.

“Hi, Remus, it’s an absolute pleasure to meet you. This is Peter,” he pointed at the base of the willow tree. “He’d say hello as well, but he’s a bit preoccupied at the moment.” James and Sirius burst into laughter as the feet kicked out angrily and a muffled voice shouted at them. Remus could only guess that it was a stream of profanities aimed at James.

“Hi,” He said, shyly. He wasn’t used to talking to people his own age. He didn’t have any friends, and he’d spent most of his childhood talking to nurses.

“Remus, you look like a smart fella,” James began speaking to him again, the smile on his face seemed to be a permanent fixture. “We really don’t want to have to go tell Minnie we did something dumb again, so do you think you could help us pull Peter out?” Remus looked at the slightly pudgy boy in the ground and hesitated. He wasn’t sure if he was strong enough. He’d always been frail, it was only recently since the doctors finally figured out what was wrong with him that he’d started to put on muscle mass.

“I’ll-I’ll try,” He moved towards Peters's bottom half and inspected the hole. “I think we might need to dig a bit of the edge out, widen the hole. Maybe soften the soil with water.” He mused aloud.

“Remus, I think we’re going to get along famously,” James said as he awkwardly wrapped an arm around his shoulders. It took everything in him not to flinch away from the touch.

“Let the poor boy go,” Sirius grunted as he pulled at James’s arm. They ended up tumbling to the floor as Sirius looped his foot around James’s leg, trying to find purchase.

Once they’d dusted themselves off, they started working on freeing Peter. Sirius had found a sturdy stick that he was using to gently poke around where Peter was stuck, dislodging pieces of earth. James poured three bottles of water over Peter, and they grabbed Peter’s legs.

Remus and Sirius had the left one and James had the right on his own. He tried not to think about how close Sirius was to him.

“Right ready? On three. One. Two. Three!” They heaved and he didn’t budge an inch. “Damn it! He’s not coming loose!” James huffed as he loosened his grip on Peter’s leg.

“That’s because we haven’t said the incantation.” Sirius raised his stick, pretending it was a magic wand. “Bibbidi bobbidi boo!” He chanted and slapped the stick across Peter’s arse. The ground vibrated with Peter’s angry yelling.

“Sirius!” James chastised. “Okay, let’s try again. On three. One. Two. Three!” They pulled as hard as they could and, with a grunt, Peter came loose. James helped him to his feet and tried to dust him off. Peter flapped his arms at James, slapping him away.

“Thanks for getting me out,” Peter finally said as he rubbed dirt from his eyes. “Remus, you’re my new best friend.” Remus didn’t know what to say to that, so he just bobbed his head.

“What is all the commotion going on over here?” A stern voice said behind them. There were suddenly four very straight backs.

“Minnie, my love, nothing’s going on. I’m just introducing Remus to everyone.” Sirius turned to look at the woman standing behind them and took on a relaxed stance and plastered on the most dazzling smile Remus had ever seen.

“Mr Black, I have warned you about calling me by that name. It is Minerva or Ms McGonagall.” Sirius didn’t seem the least bit put off by her words. “Why exactly is Mr Pettigrew covered in dirt?” She asked, her nostrils flaring.

“I’m sorry Ms McGonagall,” Peter began, apologising, “James and I were talking, and I wasn’t paying attention and fell in the hole. James, Sirius and Remus helped me out.” He smiled weakly at the second in command of the camp.

“Uhuh,” She hummed, clearly not believing a word. “Mr Lupin,” She said, turning to Remus. He bristled at being addressed. “Welcome to Camp Hogwarts, I advise you not to get in too deep with these miscreants.” Sirius and James dramatically feigned outrage. She smiled warmly at him, ignoring James and Sirius. “If they give you any trouble come and find me.” She glared at the other three and spun around to yell at another group of boys dragging bedsheets around the camp.

“Don’t worry, Remus,” Sirius grinned at him. “We’re not that bad.” Remus followed the three boys into the cabin, thinking maybe the two weeks wouldn’t be quite as bad with the four of them. That was when Sirius turned around and winked at him. He felt his stomach flip. Or not.

Next part

#wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar fic #wolfstar au #remus lupin #sirius black #remus john lupin #sirius orion black #james potter #peter pettigrew #minerva mcgonagall #sirius x remus #remus x sirius #remus and sirius #sirius and remus #summer camp au series #peters stuck #Bibbidi bobbidi boo #incantation

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smilingformoney · 7 months ago

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Rickmas Day 24: Christmas Party

Character: Alexander Dane (Galaxy Quest) Relationship(s): Alexander/Reader Warnings: smut

Based on Icebreaker

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“I hate this already,” Alexander grumbled as the car began to pull up for you to make your entrance onto the red carpet.

“You’ll be fine, just stay behind me,” you said as you quickly checked your make-up one last time before the cameras would start snapping pictures of you.

“Why, so you can protect me from the cameras?” Alexander said as he adjusted his tie.

“No, so you can see how great my arse looks in this dress,” you grinned.

Alexander looked you up and down and smirked.

“You really do look bloody gorgeous in that dress.”

“Hmm, behave tonight and maybe you’ll get to see how it looks on my bedroom floor.”

Alexander’s eyes flashed hungrily, but your flirting was interrupted when your driver opened the car door and the camera flashes immediately started blinding you. Alexander stepped out of the car, then offered you his hand.

You put on your best polite, gracious smile and took his hand, following him out onto the red carpet and the incessant flashes from the cameras of the gossip hounds.

Tonight was a big night. It was both the wrap party for the latest season of Galaxy Quest and the cast and crew’s Christmas party. It was also, only a select few knew, the night the news would drop that Alexander was leaving Galaxy Quest.

Most of the cast and crew already knew, as his final scenes had already been written, filmed and put into post-production. You’d filmed his last scene months ago, and had been holding onto the secret with great difficulty.

What had been a harder secret to guard was your relationship. It was still fairly new, and although you both loved attention when you were performing, neither of you liked being scrutinised about your private lives. But when Alexander had started visiting you backstage at Sweeney Todd, word had spread pretty quickly that you were dating, and soon enough the whole world knew.

Tonight, however, was the first time you were attending such a high profile event as a couple. It was daunting, but with Alexander’s arm around your waist as you made your way down the red carpet, you felt comforted to know he was there with you.

“Go see the fans, Alex,” you hissed as you noticed him try to head straight past them.

“I thought you were supposed to be on my side?” he grumbled. “Anyway, I don’t have a pen to —”

You just smiled at him and produced two pens from your clutch. He sighed and took one from you.

“What would I ever do without you?”

“Crash and burn,” you said teasingly. “You go left, I’ll go right. Meet you at the guy from MTV?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Alexander gave you a swift kiss on the cheek, earning an aww from the watching fans, and you divided yourselves between the line of fans.

Your cheeks were hurting from smiling for pictures, and you hadn’t even reached the press yet. Fans clamoured to get photos with you, and you did your best to dodge the questions of Bethany’s return, since your cameo was to be a surprise, and your relationship with Alexander.

You massaged your cheeks as you joined Alexander, who’d sped through the autographs and pictures with all the practised ease of a veteran screen actor, and he took your hand as you dove into the trenches of the press.

This being your first red carpet event, you let Alexander take the lead in picking which journalists to speak to, and so you followed him to speak to a journalist who said he was from some theatre magazine you’d never heard.

“Sir Alexander! Good to see you again. Excited to be back on the Galaxy Quest red carpet?”

“Johnathan, hello. I must say I’m mostly shocked it’s come around again. It feels like last year’s event was only last week.”

“Ah, but so much has happened since then, hasn’t it? I take it the rumours are true, then?” Johnathan asked, indicating your joined hands.

“Oh, no, we’re just exchanging long protein strings,” you said. “It’s a Mak’tar thing.”

Alexander chuckled. “Well, that’s a beneficial side effect. But yes, we are dating. We tried to keep it between ourselves, but it seems hiding anything from Galaxy Quest fans is impossible.”

“Well, the one secret that does seem to be hidden is when Bethany’s coming back! Anything you can share, [Y/n]?”

“If they ask, I’m there,” you replied. “So long as I get to film with Alex again, I’ll happily put the chicken head back on.”

Johnathan laughed, and Alexander took a few more questions about the upcoming season before you said your goodbyes and moved on.

A few more journalists later, you posed for some press photos. No doubt the journalists were loving having the first official pictures of the two of you as a couple, after the only images they had for months were candid pap shots that could have been dates or could have just been two friends.

After some encouragement from the photographers, you turned to Alexander and leaned up to kiss him. For a few moments, the world seemed to calm down a little bit, and you very briefly forgot anyone other than him existed.

That was, until Guy appeared from his interviews - which had taken much longer than yours - and clapped you on the back to get your attention.

You broke the kiss and pretended for the cameras’ sake to be happy to see him, but you were truthfully a little irritated that he’d interrupted your kiss.

Eventually, you managed to escape the cameras, and made your way inside to the party, where the real fun could begin.

There was one very important rule, Alexander had told you, at the cast and crew parties: no cameras. The studio hired a couple of photographers to take some official photos to be reviewed and released to the press, but other than that, what happened at the party stayed at the party.

It was a completely reasonable rule, considering that there was an open bar. Actors were all narcissistic assholes to some extent; some just hid it better than others. Add as much alcohol as they could drink into their systems, and it was a mess. Those who seemed nice, like Gwen, showed another side - and those who were known assholes, like Jason, got worse.

As the night went on, you found your people. Alexander, of course, was an asshole. But he was your asshole, so you didn’t mind. Leilani had a much higher tolerance for alcohol than a human, so she was barely tipsy. Fred, wanting to keep pace with her, didn’t drink much. And Guy, who was almost as new to the whole thing as you were, didn’t want to get too drunk in case he did something embarassing.

You became a tight knit gang of five that night, and the photographers seemed happy with the amount of photos they got of you all hanging out. They particularly seemed happy when one of them managed to get a candid photo of you and Alexander kissing when you thought nobody was looking.

“Man, I feel like such a fifth wheel,” Guy complained when Fred and Leilani got up to dance, and he turned to speak to you only to find you were now sitting in Alexander’s lap. “Why can’t I find something like that?”

“Maybe if you weren’t such an insufferable prat?” Alexander suggested, and you slapped his chest playfully. “Ow! Okay, fine. That’s bad advice. I somehow managed to catch this one while very much being an insufferable prat.”

“Joke’s on you, I’m into that,” you snickered. “Listen, Guy, Alex and Fred are both ancient - hey!”

This time Alexander had nudged you playfully.

“Anyway, what I mean is, you got plenty of time. She’s out there, dude. Maybe - ohmygodIlovethissong!”

You jumped off of Alexander’s lap as Livin’ La Vida Loca started playing from the DJ’s speakers.

“C’mon, Alex!”

You took his hand and tried to pull him to his feet. He sighed, then picked up his drink and necked the remainder.

“You’re lucky there’s no photos allowed.”

You grinned as he let you pull him onto the dancefloor, and despite his initial reservations, once he realised dancing meant he could hold you close and put his hands all over you (plus the influence of the alcohol in his system), he turned out to be actually be a rather good dancer. Then again, you were drunk and in love with him, so your opinion might have been slightly biased.

It was approximately 3am by the time you and Alexander stumbled out of the party, with you giggling at the way he was hiccuping. The party was still very much in full swing, but you were both far more interested in getting one another’s clothes off, and despite the stringent privacy rules at the party, this was something neither of you wanted to share.

A taxi took you back to your flat, as it was closer than Alexander’s place, and he teased you as you drunkenly fumbled with the lock.

“I’m so glad we don’t have to go to those parties ever again,” Alexander sighed with relief as he pulled his shoes off in the hallway. “I’m sick and tired of watching Jason put his relationship with Gwen on the line every year by drunkenly flirting with every woman in the room.”

“Was he doing that? I didn’t notice, I had my eyes on you all night,” you said as you poured two glasses of water from your filter.

“You can bet I had my eyes on you,” Alexander replied, trying his best to sound seductive through his drunken slurring. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and nuzzled your neck. “God, that dress looks fucking amazing on you. Let’s get it off.”

He pawed at your breasts, as if he could rip the fabric off there and then, and you laughed.

“Easy, tiger. Let’s be sensible adults for once.”

You managed to wriggle out of his grasp just enough to turn and hand him a glass of water.

After hydrating, you were both feeling a little more sober, and you managed to walk in a straight line as Alexander chased you into the bedroom and eagerly pulled the zip down on the back of your dress.

He kissed you as it fell to the floor, and you both laughed as you stumbled back onto the bed. He climbed on top of you, still kissing you hungrily.

“Hey, you better get these off too, mister,” you said, pushing his suit jacket from his shoulders.

“Mhm, alright, alright.” Alexander grumbled at having to pull his lips away from yours as he fumbled with his shirt buttons. You helped him with them, followed quickly by his belt, and watched as he discarded his trousers along with the rest of your floor-bound clothes.

Your dress and his suit together were worth a good few hundred dollars, so maybe you should have put them away a bit more carefully, but neither of you cared. You only had one thing on your mind.

“I’ve been waiting for this all night,” Alexander purred as he climbed back on top of you and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. His cock pressed against your entrance, and he grinned. “Soaked as always, I see.”

“Alex, please…”

You didn’t need to ask him twice. He thrust his hips forwards, slipping inside of you easily, and your walls stretched to welcome him as he pushed his cock deep inside you.

“Christ, you’re so fucking beautiful,” Alexander panted as he held you close, fingers digging into your flesh as he fucked you. “And so fucking warm and wet for me…”

“All for you, Alex,” you moaned in reply, grabbing uselessly onto his shoulders to try and steady yourself as he fucked you. “Al - always for you…”

“Mmm, yes… all mine… fuck, [Y/n]…”

He picked up the pace, and you knew from the way he was grunting desperately in your ear that he wouldn’t be lasting very long tonight.

“Harder, Alex…”

Alexander complied, his hips slamming into you with everything he had. The mattress squeaked its protests with every thrust, but neither of you cared. All you cared about was him, his flesh against yours, the way he panted without abandon with each thrust, the strain on his face as he tried not to cum too quickly. He was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen.

You felt the familiar burning inside your core, and Alexander must have felt your walls clenching around him, because he began mumbling in your ear, “That’s it, [Y/n], cum for me… so good for me, so fucking good… mhm, fuck, I’m not gonna last long…”

He slipped a hand between your bodies, and the moment his thumb flicked against your clit you were done for, a shout of his name erupting from your lips as you came, your whole body shuddering as ecstasy washed over your body. Alexander came shortly after, his hips stilling as he filled you, his groan of pleasure low and guttural, and the most beautiful sound in the world.

He took a few moments to catch his breath, then pulled out of you and wrapped you tightly in his arms as he laid down on the bed next to you. You snuggled up to him happily, both of you basking in the bliss of the aftermath. Your bedroom stunk of sex and sweat, but neither of you cared.

You propped yourself up on your elbow and looked down at him. Alexander Dane, famously uptight and grumpy, never looked so relaxed as he did after a good orgasm.

The alcohol must have still been in your system, because your next words came out unbidden, taking both of you by surprise, even though you’d known for a while now that they were true.

“I love you, Alex.”

He opened his eyes and smiled. Lips met yours, and he pulled you on top of him so he could kiss you deeper.

His amber eyes glowed with admiration as he looked at you, admiring every inch of your face.

“I love you too, [Y/n].”

Best Christmas party ever.

#rickmas2024 #alan rickman #galaxy quest #alexander dane #alexander x reader

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siriuslychessi · 9 months ago

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Day 08

@jilytoberfest

“Maybe we can find out what the hell your problem is over dinner sometime”

The Great Hall was packed that Thursday morning, it was raining outside and the students could not stroll over the grounds before class.

Lily Evans was cramming for an upcoming test next to her porridge, she was in no mood for Miles Clearwater, that was of course leaving on the table looking at her.

“You look prettier when you smile, did you know that?” he said, trying to be flirty but Lily just rolled her eyes and continued to read her Charms book as she continued with her breakfast.

Clearwater didn’t deserve her attention, he was a pompous 7th year student who believed he was the next best thing after the Felix Felicis potion, and everyone should just fawn over him just because he had perfect teeth and a proper name.

But he was trying to get one of the girls that was not interested in Miles, she never was, his ego was greater than the school combined, and that was a lot to say with Potter and Black around.

“Why the sour face? Is Flitwick assigning too many essays?” Miles asked, still too close for Lily’s taste.

Lily flipped the page on the book, still not making eye contact with Clearwater, “You are blocking my light.” she replied, taking another bite from her meal.

Miles moved his hand and closed Lily’s book wanting the attention all for himself. “Maybe we can find out what the hell your problem is over dinner sometime.”

Lily took her wand out, she was done with this idiot that believed that the universe revolved around him and what he thought of everyone. Lily didn't care, she didn’t even like Miles and he was about to know why she disliked him so much.

She did not have a chance to do so, as someone grabbed Clearwater from the collar of his shirt and pulled him away from the Gryffindor table, towards the Hufflepuff one where he belonged.

She saw the tall figure of James Potter dragging a very upset Miles away, not exactly punching him or hexing him; which was a first; and just dropped him in one of the seats, having a few words with the guy, who nodded and looked at Lily and then turned to his own table, sitting with his friends.

Lily, furious, stood up and went towards the group, “I had it under control, I don’t need you saving me, Potter.”

James looked up and smirked at Lily, “Oh I know that, Evans, I was saving him from you, not the other way around.”

“Like that arse needed saving.” she replied back, still angry that she couldn’t teach the Hufflepuff a lesson.

“Sprout was watching.” She heard Peter replied, “He would have cost us points just because he can’t shut his mount.” the blonde boy explained as he took a piece from his breakfast.

Lily turned to look at the Professors table where Professor Sprout was not talking with the Arithmancy Professor and looking their way. “Oh, I didn’t notice that.”

“Hence why dear James intervened.” Sirius conceded.

“I thought he was going to punch him.” Remus admitted.

“Nah, I just explained that women have a right to not smile when they find you annoying.” James smiled at his friends and Lily, “Next time I’ll make a distraction so you can properly hex him.” he joked, and Lily blushed a bit.

Lily nodded and thanked them.

“I think the Defence Professor could be persuaded to pair you in the next Duelling lesson.” Sirius offered, “Wouldn’t you agree, James?”

James pondered for a moment, “I think she would. Would that be something that interests you, Evans?”

“Earning points while I hex him? Sign me up.” she replied enthusiastically.

#jilytober2024 #jily #lily evans #lily potter #james potter #prongs #mine

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saywhatjessie · 7 months ago

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Better Off as Lovers

Advent Calendar Day 13! (prompts by @raven-cincaide-words) Today’s prompts: Hot Chocolate recipe | Best Friends | Little Hints Fandom: Ted Lasso - Pairing: RoyJamie 2k[Ao3]

“Roy, can I–”

“No,” Roy barked, not turning from the stove.

“You don’t even know–”

“No.”

“I was only–”

“No.”

Roy heard Jamie sigh behind him, followed by the familiar sound of him pulling himself up to sit on the counter.

“Arse off the counter,” he said, still not turning around. Jamie did a mocking ‘arse of the counter’ but didn’t hop down. Roy didn’t really mind.

It was a comforting set up. Roy in the kitchen and Jamie near him – out of the way but well within bothering distance. Roy had prepared so many meals like this: breakfasts and dinners and even holiday feasts. No wonder Phoebe said they were best friends.

“You can’t be all pissy with me,” Jamie told Roy, shifting around on the counter. “You can’t be jealous because I liked Ted’s hot chocolate. You liked it, too.”

“Your praise was far too fucking effusive,” Roy insisted. “Made me feel sorry for you. You’ve never had real fucking hot chocolate.”

“I’ve had plenty hot chocolate!” Jamie insisted. “It’s five quid at the cafe!”

“They are robbing you for substandard beverages,” Roy insisted. “So I will be making you a real one, the way Grandad taught me, and you’ll feel so stupid.”

“Oh, so it’s not your honor you’re defendin’,” Jamie said, his socked feet kicking lightly back against the cabinets. “It’s grandads. You should have just said that.”

Roy growled and Jamie laughed.

Roy stirred the dark chocolate cocoa powder into the milk, waiting until the milk was brown and all clumps had dissolved before adding the cinnamon and sugar.

“You start with dark chocolate,” Roy explained, like his grandad had explained to him. He turned to look at Jamie, to make sure he was listening. “Because you can always make it sweeter later, but the darker you start, the richer the flavor will be.”

Jamie hummed. “And grandad used unsweetened oat milk?”

Roy scowled. “Grandad used whole milk and then hogged the toilet for the rest of the afternoon. I’m being fucking considerate by minding my dairy intolerance.”

Jamie cackled gently, his eyes soft. “And I thank you for that. So what else did you put in?”

Roy looked back to the pot he was stirring. The softness in Jamie’s eyes was making him Feel. And he needed to focus on the hot chocolate. “Cinnamon and sugar,” he told him. “We’re making spiced hot chocolate but we still wanna taste the flavors in the chocolate.”

“Spiked hot chocolate?” Jamie said, sounding excited. “What, we adding whiskey? Rum?”

“No, you muppet,” Roy said, turning an exasperated look on Jamie’s excited face. “Spiced. Not spiked.”

Jamie pouted and Roy rolled his eyes. “I’ll make you a spiked one for Hanukkah.”

Jamie brightened again. Roy looked away.

“You gotta warm the milk up slow. Me and Ruth would always be moaning and crying by now, asking why it wasn’t done. Didn’t take nearly so long to make hot chocolate when Mum was doing it. Course, she was just putting the kettle on and adding fucking Lieber’s.”

“Oi, I’ve had that!” Jamie protested. “That’s good cocoa!”

“It’s fucking great,” Roy agreed. “But not as good as Grandad’s.”

Jamie hummed again, in allowance. They fell a little quiet, silent but for the sound of the stove, Jamie’s heels against the cabinets, and the rattle of the wooden spoon against the pot as Roy stirred.

“I think it’s real sweet you’re sharing this with me,” Jamie said. Roy turned to him to see if he was being shitty but he was just smiling in this weirdly earnest way.

“What’s wrong with your face?” Roy asked him.

Jamie rolled his eyes. “It’s gratitude, you dusty old fart. I’m tryin’ to be sincere here.”

“Well it’s weird, stop trying so hard.”

Jamie huffed, curling his hands in the bottom of his hoodie. He glared at his dangling feet.

Roy growled, biting the inside of his cheek. “I appreciate,” he started, his voice more gravelly than usual. “Your gratitude.” He took a deep breath trying to unclench his jaw. He looked back at the pot – it was easier to talk that way. “This recipe is special. I’m glad you fucking get that.”

Jamie made a happy noise, leaning over to clap Roy on the shoulder.

Roy batted him off. “Not when I’m working with a hot stove!”

Jamie snickered but pulled away. HIs feet picked up their steady rhythm against the cabinets again.

Roy cleared his throat. “Now we check to see if the milk is up to temp.”

He stuck his finger in, yanking it back when he felt the heat.

Jamie yelped in surprise. ‘Whatchu do that for?! Don’t you have a thermometer?”

Roy shook his hand out, nodding at the milk. “Don’t need one. That worked. Milk’s hot enough.”

It felt like Jamie was gonna protest again but Roy opened one of the island drawers and pulled out a bag of gelt. “Can you start unwrapping these?”

Jamie startled a bit but immediately invested himself into the task of peeling all the gold foil off the chocolate coins.

Roy smiled at him while Jamie wasn’t looking and turned back to the pot, giving it another stir. “Don’t give me all of them,” he told Jamie. “We need some for the mugs later.”

Jamie grunted, completely locked in to unwrapping the gelt.

He handed each naked coin to Roy as they were revealed, and Roy dropped them in the pot, stirring steadily until they melted completely.

When it looked about right, Roy turned off the heat, adding a splash of vanilla attract and stirring to incorporate it. He took a spoonful to taste it and it was perfect. He cleared his throat to keep himself from tearing up. Just like Grandad.

“Can I taste?”

“Fuck no,” Roy said, scowling at Jamie. “You’ll try it when it’s dressed properly in a mug and not a second sooner.”

Jamie grumbled but Roy caught him smiling back. Roy buried his own smile in the cabinet as he fetched their mugs.

Jamie had his own. It wasn’t one he’d brought with him but one he always picked for himself from Roy’s collection. Roy wasn’t sure why. His mugs weren’t particularly exciting – they didn’t vary a whole lot and there was nothing really special about Jamie’s mug other than the fact it was Jamie’s mug. Jamie drank from this mug. So Roy grabbed it for his cocoa.

He carefully poured the drink from the pot into two mugs, leaving half an inch on top. He grabbed his preferred mini marshmallows and gave them each a couple before returning to the fridge to grab the homemade whipped cream he made. If Jamie asked, this was leftover from Phoebe’s ice cream party the other day, but he’d actually made it fresh before Jamie had arrived. Fresh homemade whipped cream was just better.

When he had a solid island of whipped scream floating on the cocoa with the marshmallows, Roy gently laid an unwrapped chocolate coin on each, propping it on the mound so it was a little up and wouldn’t sink.

The sound of a phone camera sounded from behind Roy and he turned to see Jamie, off the camera with his phone held up.

Roy pointed at him, angrily. “Don’t you fucking post that!”

“Wouldn’t!” Jamie said, holding up his hands. “Swear down! This one’s just for me.”

Roy grunted, crossing his arms, uncomfortably.

Jamie smiled, hopefully. “Can I take a picture of the mugs, though? To post? You’ve made them so pretty.”

Roy grunted again, but stepped aside. He was a little proud of how nice the cocoa’s looked. “Be fast,” Roy told him. “That chocolate’s gonna melt the whipped cream fast.”

Jamie shot him a wink, lowering down to catch the mugs at a bunch of different angles.

Roy cut him off after a dozen shots, pushing him away and snatching up his own mug,

“Alright, alright, it’s time for your worldview to be forever fucking changed.”

Jamie grinned, putting his phone away and carefully bringing his mug up to his mouth.

Roy wondered if he should bring his own phone out. To capture Jamie’s first taste of Grandad’s cocoa. But he was afraid that would reveal too much. Be too intimate. It’s one thing for Jamie to whip his phone out and take a picture, but Roy only took pictures of Phoebe. And of his sister. And of Jamie but only very secretly,

No, it’ll be just as good just watching Jamie. He can remember Jamie’s face just as well as his phone camera.

Roy waited, his mug hovering in front of his face, as he watched Jamie. Jamie blew gently over the cocoa, pushing the island of whipped cream around with his breath. When he judged it to be sufficiently cool, he brought it up and took a sip.

And Roy got to watch his eyes gently close in rapture, his tongue flicking out to catch stray drips on his mouth. He felt the rumble of Jamie’s groan of satisfaction in his bones, the soft and sweet sigh making his arm hair stand on end.

Yeah, a camera wouldn’t capture this.

Roy looked away, to his own mug, and took a sip. It was perfect, just like he’d thought. The marshmallows, the whipped cream, the melty gelt right on the top of the tongue. It cracked through him with a million memories and the sudden awareness that he was here. Now. With Jamie. And this hot chocolate. And this was another important memory being made in real time.

He looked back at Jamie. If he was making a memory now, he wanted most of the memory to have Jamie in it,

Jamie cupped his mug in both hands, held close to his chest as he curled around it, his weight resting on the counter. He was looking back up at Roy, his eyes full of wonder.

“Yeah, fuck me,” Jamie said on a laugh. “Ted’s hot chocolate was shit compared to this.”

Roy grunted in approval, taking another sip of his chocolate. the burn of the cinnamon piled on the burn in his heart but not in a bad way. In a kind of dangerous way.

“These marshmallows kosher?” Jamie asked, poking one around the chocolate with his finger.”

Roy snorted. “Of course they are. Grandad would never forgive me otherwise.”

Jamie nodded, smiling gently into his mug.

If Jamie didn’t stop looking so soft and sweet, Roy might have to do something drastic.

“Thank you,” Jamie said, his big puppy eyes peering up at Roy. “Again. For wanting me to have this.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Roy growled, leaving his mug on the counter and taking Jamie’s out of his hand.

“Wha–”

But then Roy was kissing him, Jamie’s mug next to his on the counter and his hands cupping Jamie’s jaw.

Jamie gave as good as he got, his arms coming up under Roy’s and reaching at his hair, pulling hard enough that Roy growled.

“Fucking finally,” Jamie growled back, biting at Roy’s lips. “Was thinking there were was no limit to hints I could drop before you fucking did something.”

Roy didn’t let him keep talking, thoroughly claiming his mouth, trying to make him forget any other words he could possibly say.

Roy could taste the chocolate on Jamie’s tongue, the marshmallows melting over his teeth. He did that. He gave Jamie something good. He would keep giving Jamie something good. Jamie was his best friend and he was done pretending like he didn’t want to take care of Jamie always and forever and keep giving him nice things.

Take that, Ted Lasso, Roy’s hot chocolate was better.

That thought was just weird enough it made Roy pull away. Because. What?

Jamie’s lips were puffy, his eyes totally unfocused as he looked back at Roy.

Roy felt very smug at this. Jamie had forgotten all his words. Mission accomplished.

Except maybe not totally. Jamie looked up at Roy, his hands still moving over Roy’s back and said. “We should finish our cocoa before it gets cold.”

Roy barked a surprised laugh, leaning forward to rest his forehead against Jamie’s. “Yeah,” he agreed. “yeah we should.”

So Roy grabbed both their mugs and brought them into the sitting room so they could cuddle up on the couch together and drink their hot chocolates.

And when they were done with their drinks, Roy could taste it all over again straight from Jamie’s mouth.

#Ted Lasso #RoyJamie #dumb fic #oops I wrote a thing #Jessie writes RoyJamie fic #Advent calendar 2024

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bubble7o7 · 2 years ago

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Mature content

Over 18’s Only

Jungkook x reader

Tease…

Confused, you slowly open your apartment door. As you peek around it, you scan the area, trying to work out where all the moans and grunting noises are coming from.

You walk to the living room, closer to the groaning sounds.

“What are you doing?!! What in the ASMR type of shit is going on here?! You laugh.

You walk into the spare room and look around to find your boyfriend lying flat on the floor, on his back, panting and covered in sweat.

“I could hear you moaning from outside the apartment"

He groans as he lifts himself up from the floor, walking over to you he teases and moans

“Oh baby… mmmh…. aaah… mmmmmh….” leaning in to kiss your neck. His sweat dripping on you.

"Stop it" you whisper.

He continues to moan loudly while running around the kitchen counter, willing you to chase him.

“Stooop it!” You growl through gritted teeth while trying to catch up to him!

“Oh Daddy!” He yells

“Jeon Jung Kook!” You yell eventually catching up to him. Your hand clasped firmly across his mouth and the other on the back of his neck.

“Stop right now!” You growl.

“Mmmmh mm huh!” he mumbles, you can see the smile in his eyes.

“What?”

“Mmmmh?!” He pleads louder, his eyes no longer smiling.

“What?!” You ask again this time, lifting your hand from his mouth.

“OH YEAH RIGHT THERE BABY!” He shouts.

You should have known he’d do that.

You slap your hand back over his mouth again and flop your head on his chest.

“Oh my god! Your neighbours have already complained about your singing! Please just shut.. the… fuck… uuuup!” You laugh.

You feel his hands wrap around you, and he pulls you into him.

“You’re a dick Kookie” you smile turning away from him but he still has a firm hold of you and presses his chest to your back and his mouth close to your ear “Yeah but I’m your dick!” He whispers.

“Wait that didn’t sound as cool as I thought it would.” He laughs awkwardly and blushes a little.

You turn to face him, your arms wrapping round his neck/shoulders.

“Let me make the clear… You... and that dick... are mine, got it?!... all mine!”.

You smile and kiss his lips, then move to the other side of the counter to finish unpacking the groceries.

You look back and realise he’s still standing in the same position with his lips pouting, breathing heavily.

“What’s wrong?" You ask, looking him up and down. You notice a growing bulge in his pants.

“Fuuuuuck baby..." he moans.

"You just..." he stutters.

"I have a video meeting in like... 10 minutes and I need to shower first, but you’ve… I want you so bad… I think… I like it when you claim my dick as yours”

“Do you need a hand… Baby? You moan as you bend over to put the food in the freezer, looking back at him.

“No… stop!” He protests

“Mmmmmh baby, that freezers packed soooo good!”

“Please stop” he sighs

“Mmmmh. OK baby... Yes, yes, Ooh yes, I’ll stop” you moan louder, seductuvely sliding your hands across the countertop.

He thumps the counter with his fist.

“Fuck baby I’m seriously going… aww please stop” he bites his knuckles.

You slide closer to him, your hand slowly glides up his arm, across his shoulders eventually sliding slowly down his stomach and resting firmly over his crotch.

“Fuuuck” he sucks through his teeth “My meeting…” you softly bite his shoulder, then lightly kiss the spot.

“Ok, go shower!” You cheerfully exclaim, slapping his arse and making your way over to the sofa.

He tips his head back in frustration "Aaaagggghh!"

You turn and lean over the back of the sofa and watch as he does his best to try and walk to the bathroom. “This is so unfair!” he whines.

“And what have you learnt from this?” You laugh.

“Ok, Ok... I get it, I get it, I won’t tease you, and I won’t make anymore sexy noises again…”

You smile a little smugly.

“I’ll just fuck you right, so that I make all those sounds come from you instead.” he shouts from the hallway, leaving you open mouthed and desperately waiting for his shower and meeting to be over.

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yallthemwitches · 9 months ago

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A Quiet Moment

Sirius thought he was going to get a moment to relax alone in the dorms for once--but all the best laid plans...

For Jily Kinktober Day 9: Accidental Voyeurism.

I thought about resting on my laurels and just posting a excerpt of Ch. 16 of Catch the Wind ( or any of my Snape POV jily fics basically...), but then I've also been toying with a James/Lily/Sirius story for a while---so consider this a soft launch (but don't get too excited---this is very much still just a jily smut fic) ;)

AO3 here

Sirius didn’t get quiet moments often. He did it to himself really, filling his days with endless pranks, music, banter—anything possible to drown out the otherwise existential dread that haunted him in a nearly endless cycle. Noise, chaos, and sarcasm were what he was good at—being silent was not.

He sat on his bed, completely knackered. The full moon the night before had been a hell of a time, complete with a loose Moony wreaking havoc throughout the forbidden forest. He owed it to himself to shirk off classes, opting for the first time in his life to relax a bit. He wondered if he was doing a good job as he tried to focus on his book, barely keeping his eyes open.

Pounding feet echoed from the stairwell, rousing him from near sleep before the door crashed open. A curtain covered his view, but through the break in the fabric he could make out the untidy hair of James, arms wrapped and clawing around a red headed girl with green eyes.

What the fuck. What the FUCK.

He had known that Evans was starting to warm up to him, fuck, James reminded him every waking second how she now laughed at his jokes and lingered in the halls to talk to him. Sirius had even acknowledged how she had gradually migrated herself nearby during meals, capable of leaning in for a cheeky comment or two about whatever the lads were blathering on about. But this ...Sirius fancied himself a very observant person, but this was coming completely out of left field.

The couple barreled into the room, James guiding their feet while continuing to kiss, mouth open. Lily let herself be led, curling her hands into his hair and making soft moans when James reached over to cup her arse.

“This one’s mine.” James nodded towards his disheveled bed and Lily broke her mouth free, taking a moment to regard the space theoretically known as his side of the room.

“A bed? You spoil me, Potter.” She leaned into his mouth which had begun to trail down her neck.

“Maybe if we told people about us we could come here more often,” There was a hint of sadness to his teasing. Sirius could see Lily’s brow furrow for a second, but she softened as James' hands wrapped around her middle, pulling her body to sit on the edge of the mattress.

“ Prat,” She said it through a smile and James caught her lips. “In any event, we don’t have much time do we?”

James sank to his knees. She opened her legs enough to let him slot between them as he kissed her from the inner kneecap upwards, grazing his teeth and leaving pink lines against creamy skin.

“Merlin Lily, please let me taste you. It’s been—”

“It’s been one day! Not even!” Lily chastised, looking more pleased than annoyed.

“Don’t worry,” Sirius saw James’ hand disappear under her skirt and she breathed out a high pitched oh, “I’ll fuck you however you want, just let me lick you first.”

She didn’t need to answer, under his hand she was turning into a complete putty, melting like wax in a flame. Sirius hadn’t realized that he had moved into a craning position, trying to peek out of the tiny space where the fabric of the poster bed opened.

Fuck—what the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I watching this? Am I mental?

James pushed Lily up onto the bed, crawling after her all while not separating his mouth from the inside of her upper thigh. Lily watched, mouth agape and eyes blown, legs angled open giving Sirius a clear shot now of soaked knickers under her skirt.

She grabbed at his cheek, motioning for him to stop for a moment, then flipped herself onto all fours.

“Like this—we both always come quicker this way.”

James let out a deep fuck and rose up onto his knees behind her. He flipped up her skirt, grabbing a handful of her ass and squeezing.

“Fucking Merlin, how are you so beautiful.”

Both hands were on her ass now and she pushed into the bulge of his crotch, eliciting a guttural moan. A hand raised off her ass and slammed down. Sirius could tell it wasn’t a painful slap, but it was a slap all the same. James froze up, looking down at the red now blooming on her cheek.

“Oh fuck, Lily I’m so sorry. It just happened, I—”

“Do it again.”

Sirius couldn’t see his eyes at this angle, but he knew his mate enough to know the exact dopey expression bursting onto his face.

“Yeah?”

“Please, again.”

James lifted his hand again and smacked it down in the same place he had before. Lily let out a soft squeal at the impact, her ass bouncing lightly.

“ Merlin Fuck, oh shit, that’s so hot,” James babbled, completely mesmerized by how each spank made her ass move under his hand.

Sirius felt completely out of body, stuck in some sort of purgatory of morals which he was already not the best at maneuvering. Am I being punished?

He tried to level with himself, weighing the options. Ok-fuck, what would the lads do in this situation? Peter would probably watch also–that little freak, but Remus? Would he scream? Close his eyes and cry? Ah fuck how am I not prepared for this.

During his inner turmoil, James had crouched down so his mouth was level to Lily’s center. He held her knickers out of the way against her ass with a finger while his tongue started to lap at her. Facing at an angle, Sirius couldn’t tell if he was happy that he was unable to get a full view of James’ work, but if Lily’s response was any indication, he was doing a brilliant job.

Her hands curled into the bed sheets. With every bob of his head, she let out a mewling cry, lengthening his name until it sounded more like a note than a word. She reached a hand behind her, grabbing into his hair to push his face further between her legs. The action made her back arch dramatically and she used her other hand to fondle a breast still hidden underneath her uniform.

If it wasn’t already apparent before, there was no ambiguity about it now. This was not by any means their first foray into shagging each other. James lifted his head, locking eyes with her with a glistening mouth.

“Come for me—come on my mouth. I can feel you’re close. Shit, I need to fuck you soon, Lily. You look too fucking fit, I’m barely holding on.”

He burrowed his head back into her and she let out a cry.

“Just like that—you’re incredible James. Yes, baby.”

And she was coming. Through it all, Sirius reflected that he really never thought much about watching someone as they climaxed until now. Of course, he had seen someone do it before, but he hadn’t thought to really pay attention to the complete physical shift that occurred. He watched in fascination as Lily’s face scrunched up, all muscles taut before her whole body released like a blank slate. Her mouth hung loose and her eyes stared straight at everything and nothing all at once.

James continued to lap at her through her shudders, then scrambled into a kneeling position. His cock was weeping as it pressed against her wet center.

“I’m sorry, I need to be inside you now—fuck I love it when you come on my mouth—”

It took no effort for him to slide into her. His pace was quick and jagged, head bowed forward already teetering towards his own end.

“I’m sorry–I’m not going to last very long—shit how do you always taste so good. ”

He was slamming into her and the noises of their conjoined bodies echoed through the room. Lily threw her body back against his, head turned to watch him over her shoulder.

“Come for me—I want to feel you come inside me—please—”

Sirius watched as James’ body shuddered, forehead craning all the way to make contact with her back. He let out a string of curses riddled with her name as she kept the rhythm of their hips for the both of them. It was only until the two collapsed that Sirius realized his mouth was wide open and hand had instinctively moved to his groin.

He jumped the hand away from his cock, semi relieved he wasn’t fully hard, or else he would have some soul searching to do. He laid back on his bed and closed his eyes tight, taking deep quiet breaths. He could hear them whisper affirmations between soft kisses, and he wondered how something so utterly pornographic could fall into saccharine sweet so seamlessly.

“That was incredible–I really needed that.”James sounded euphoric, even happier than when he had won a challenging quidditch match.

“Wound up from your adventures with your little club?” Lily snorted. There was a sound of a scuffle, Lily shrieking with laughter. “Ok, ok, I’m sorry. You’re… cohorts? Team? Cult?”

“Hey, now you are just being ridiculous.” Some more playful shrieks, then silence.

“I have potions soon.”

“Stay,” James was doing his best whining voice.

“Later—I promise.” Someone was moving off the bed. Sirius opened his eyes to watch Lily stand to tidy all of her clothing, smoothing down the mess of hair that framed her face.

“I don’t want to be with anyone else but you for the rest of my life.” It seemed like an awfully big thing to say after shagging a secret lover, but it was James after all—and not just him, but him with Lily.

“I’ll hold you to it.” Her voice was soft and she didn’t elaborate. The door closed, and silence shrouded the room.

Sirius waited. He wished that Peter or Remus would show up. That someone would do something that would break him out of the purgatory he somehow was still living in despite the event reaching its conclusion. He peeked at James who had wrapped himself in his sheets, looking as content as a newborn child. His breath slowed and his mouth started to fall open in sleep.

He took his chance. Lightly pulling back the curtain, he placed one foot onto the ground, hoping praying that James wouldn’t—

“What the fuck.”

James' eyes were wide, glaring at Sirius with more terror and shock that he had ever hoped to have directed at him in his life.

“Please don’t ask me how long I was here.” Sirius’ hands instinctively went up in surrender.

“How long.” James’ voice was hard, almost pained.

He blinked, wondering why the world hated him so much. A thousand ideas sprung to mind before he landed on the one only logical enough to keep him alive to see another day.

“Long enough to see that you are very talented, mate.”

#james potter #jily #lily evans #jily fanfiction #marauders era #sirius black #accidental voyeurism #this is pure nasty smut sorry everyone #like I sometimes forgot I was writing sirius pov #marauders #jily kinktober #jily kinktober2024 #I guess you could say its a Jily+Sirius fic but Sirius doesn't do anything so idk

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pain-in-the-riri · 9 months ago

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trick or treat!!! 🎃🎃

HEHEHEHE

Here's a snippet from my upcoming fic Motoboy where Remus (aka Motoboy) pretends to know anything at all about law in order to get Sirius out of a bad date while Sirius makes it as difficult for him as possible

He speaks fast as if that will make it more believable and answers the phone. “He’s my uh, paralegal. Hello? I’m actually quite busy, can this wait?” There is a soft chuckle on the other end of the line and then an amused Irish voice says, “Evening, Mister Lawyer, we’ve got an emergency at the office, unfortunately it cannot wait.” Sirius groans into the phone, trying to sound annoyed. “Can’t we handle it on Monday?” “‘Fraid not, sir, it is of utmost importance that you get to the office instantly and…sign…these…briefs.” Sirius turns his face away from Gil to hide the amusement attempting to break through his otherwise impenetrable facade of Good Acting. “Can’t you do it?” The voice on the other end stifles a laugh. “Ah, you see, I would, but I am a mere lowly paralegal and I need parental guidance. I might…sign on the wrong line.” “How long have you been working for me? You should be able to take care of this yourself by now!” “Fuck me,” Motoboy mutters under his breath, stifling a laugh, “Sorry, sir, turns out I’m a bit of an eejit!” Sirius glances up at Gil, who is watching him with a furrow in his brow, tapping his fingers impatiently on the table. He turns away from him again, putting his back to Gil and facing the back of his chair as much as he can. “Look, why don’t you send it over to me in an email and I’ll do it tonight?” He says, then purses his lips to try to keep the smile in check. “Can the capitalist even feckin hear me?” Motoboy mutters quietly but then quickly gets back into character at full volume, “No, no! Nice try, Sir, but unfortunately I need you here now, or we will lose this very important case. The judge is…up my arse about it, and all.” “Ah, fuck, well, if it’s the judge…” Sirius trails off, sounding resigned. “Hold on a moment.” He turns back around to Gil, pulling the phone away from his face and covering the speaker with his opposite hand. He plasters an apologetic look on his face. “Oh, Gil, I’m so sorry, it seems like I can’t get out of this. You know what it’s like, being so important in your own ventures and all. Everything falls apart when you aren’t available.” Gil nods, lighting up a bit at the suggestion that he’s important. “Well, yes, of course. I understand.” Sirius digs in his pocket for his wallet and pulls out a hundred dollar bill and puts it on the table, “I hope this covers most of it,” he says. “Sorry again, it was so nice to meet you. Send Vernon my worst."

"Oh yeah, of course—" Gil says, standing up to shake the hand Sirius offers him. "Wait, you mean best?" "What did I say?" Sirius says, but doesn't wait for an answer as he weaves his way backwards through the tables onto the open sidewalk. "Anyway, have a great night! Thanks for coming out!"

#marauders #marauders era #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #gilderoy lockhart #sirius/remus #remus x sirius #remus lupin / sirius black #sirius being sirius #sirius black/remus lupin #fic: motoboy

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hamiltonfc · 5 months ago

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆⭒˚｡⋆ MOTH TO A FLAME; JUDE BELLINGHAM (Chapter Three)

➤ Summary: Kaia heads up to Sunderland to spend Christmas with Jude and his family, giving her some much needed time away from her boyfriend, where she can either continue to spend time thinking about her problems, or accept the much needed distraction.

➤ Pairing: Jude Bellingham x F!OC

➤ Warnings: Swearing, Food mention.

➤ Discussion tag: #my works: moth to a flame (if you ever have any questions about the story, release schedule, etc. my inbox is always open.)

➤ Word Count: 4,699

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Kaia’s POV

I groan the second I’m awoken by my alarm, 05:45 it reads. Rolling onto my back, I try my best to keep my eyes open as I stare blankly at the ceiling. My head aches a little, and I still don’t know why I insist on staying up late on Christmas Eve drinking every year. I push myself out of bed, no matter how much my body hates me for it. A chill immediately passes over my whole body, so I quickly grab the hoodie that’s flung over the back of my desk chair. It once belonged to Jude, I think.

The moment I leave my room I’m met with my little brother, Leo, who throws himself at me, wrapping his arms around my waist, gripping me tightly. “Merry Christmas, Kaia!” He beams up at me, a small gap where his two front teeth should be after they fell out just over a week ago.

“Merry Christmas, Darling. Are you excited to see what Santa’s brought you?” I cup his cheeks in my hands, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

“Yes, yes, yes!” He bounces, grabbing my hand, and dragging me down the hall towards the stairs. Only a seven-year-old would have this much energy before six in the morning. I knock on Olivia’s door when we pass it, yelling at her to get her lazy arse out of bed before I get pulled down the stairs and into the living room.

My parents are already awake, as they always are at this time, making sure the magic of Christmas is kept alive for Leo’s sake.

“Merry Christmas, My Loves,” Mum says as soon as we walk through the door.

“Merry Christmas, Mummy,” Leo yells, running over to her and Dad, giving them both quick hugs before he gets distracted by all his presents. “Santa came! Look, Kaia,” he turns towards me, pointing at a pile of presents next to his. “He brought some for you, too!”

I smile at Leo, watching as he bounces in anticipation of opening his gifts right before approaching my parents. “Merry Christmas, Mum,” I lean down and kiss her on the cheek before moving onto my dad. “Merry Christmas, Dad.”

“Where’s that sister or yours,” Mum asks me as I sit next to Leo in front of my presents. “I’m telling you, the day she’s on time for something will be when we also win the lottery.”

“Who won the lottery?” Olivia says, finally joining us.

“No one, Darling,” Dad says. “Hurry up and open your presents before Leo bursts.”

Olivia sleepily drops herself to the floor next to me, giving me the side eye as she pulls one of her gifts onto her lap. “Yeah, yeah. Merry Christmas, everyone.”

****

“Have you got your gifts for everyone, Kaia?” I hear Mum yell up the stairs as I finally get my foot into my boot after a little struggle.

“Yeah,” I yell back as best I can while trying to balance myself on one foot. I hop to keep my balance as I do up the zip, letting out a deep sigh when I turn to look at myself in the mirror. Adjusting my black skirt, I check my tights a fifth time for ladders.

“Right,” I breathe out, turning to my bed. “I’ve got their presents, spare clothes, toothbrush,” I draw out the ‘sh’ while I think. “No, I’ll get that on my way out.”

I whip my jacket from the back of my desk chair, pulling it over my green jumper before I grab everything from my bed and turn to leave. “Oop,” I hum, turning on my heel as I remember my teddy on my bed. “Can’t forget you, can we, Ted,” I say to it, leaning down awkwardly to grasp him between two of my fingers.

“You can get in the car if you’re ready?” Dad says as soon as I reach the bottom of the stairs.

“Yeah,” I breathe out just as Leo rushes past me, almost tripping me up in the process. “Thanks.”

Shoving my things into the partially full boot, I head round to the left side of the car. I climb in, taking my favourite seat at the very back of the seven-seater that my parents bought purely to stop arguments between me and my siblings.

I’m almost fully settled with my headphones on and my Kindle in hand when my phone buzzes against my leg.

Jude: Merry Christmas, Dickhead.

A smile crosses my lips as I roll my eyes before responding.

Kaia: I hope Santa had you on his Naughty List if you think it’s okay to speak to people like that.

Jude: Santa brought me loads of presents. thank you very much. Jude: He loves me so much that I can get away with the odd swear word. Yk seeing as though I’m a grown-up and all that.

Kaia: Hm. Strange how you don’t act like one, though.

Jude: You love the way I act. Jude: That’s why you’re on your way to see me rn.

Kaia: We’ve not set off yet actually.

Jude: Same difference. Jude: See you in a few hours?

Kaia: I thought we’d already established that.

Jude: Have I ever told you that you’re the worst person I know?

Kaia: No. I usually get rave reviews from you. Kaia: Anyway, we’re about to set off so please don’t disturb me bc this is the only peace and quiet I’m going to be getting all day. See you in a bit.

I shut off my phone just as my dad climbs into the car.

“Everyone in?” He says checking his mirrors. I give him a thumbs up and I catch his smile at me in the rearview mirror. “Off to Sunderland, it is, then.”

****

“Honey, I’m home!” I shout as soon as I enter to door to the Bellinghams’ place, leaving the rest of my family to collect everything from the car.

“Honey?” Jobe says as he stands on the bottom step looking at me with a puzzled expression. “I think you’ve got the wrong brother.”

“Jobe!” I beam at him. It’s been months since I last saw him and I’ve missed him more than anyone could possibly imagine. Knowing him his whole life has made him like another brother to me, I’d literally do anything for him, at this point. “I’d love to give you a hug and a kiss, but could you please help me with all my stuff first, my arms are killing me?”

“Of course, I can, Your Royal Highness,” he grabs the bag hanging from my shoulder. “I’m guessing this one’s to go into Jude’s room, yeah?”

“Mhm. Thanks, Jobe. You’re a star,” I say after him as I watch him start to climb the stairs, following the noise of the voices that have been following me my whole life.

“Merry Christmas,” I say enthusiastically when I enter their living room. There’s only Jude and Mark on the sofa with Denise most likely in the kitchen creating the amazing aroma of a Christmas dinner. The TV’s playing A Muppet’s Christmas Carol, which is serving as background noise while the two men talk. “I come bearing gifts!”

“Dad, call the police. Someone’s intruding,” Jude says flatly, only turning round to glance at me shortly before putting his attention back on his phone.

“Kaia, love,” Marks says, getting up from his seat to take my bags out of my hands to place them by the tree. “Merry Christmas.”

“Thanks, Mark,” I smile at him. “Shame you didn’t teach your son manners, though.”

Jude scoffs as he stands from his seat. “Please, I’m the politest person you know.” He smiles down at me once he’s standing right in front of me before he wraps me up in a warm hug. He pulls me tight against his body squeezing me a few times before he lets go. “Merry Christmas, Dickhead.”

“Merry Christmas to you, too, you silly twat.” I reach up and ruffle his hair for all of half a second before he quickly grabs my wrist, pulling my hand away from his head.

“Oi, I spend a lot of time on my hair so I won’t have you messing it up, thank you very much,” he frowns at me, leaning down to try and fix his hair in the reflection of a picture frame sitting on a nearby cabinet.

“Really?” I question, furrowing my brows at him as I take in the appearance of his hair. “Doesn’t look like it.”

“What do you mean?” He flicks his head around, eyes meeting mine. “I look well fit today.”

“Keep telling yourself that, Hun,” I say patting his shoulder before I walk back into the hallway, remembering that I have yet to take my boots off.

“What the hell are those?” Jude says after following you.

“Apparently a Time Machine back to 2016,” I snark back.

“Haha. Very funny. I meant those on your feet,” he points down at the floor.

I follow when his finger is pointing, and my eyes land on my bright green Grinch socks. “Oh, those. Yeah, these are my Grinch socks. You like them?”

Jude stares down at them for a short while before meeting your eyes. “Yeah,” he nods slowly. “Definitely not hideous or anything.”

“Oh, come off it,” I say, turning away from him and walking towards the kitchen. “They’re not hideous.”

“Kaia!” Denise says as soon as I enter the room. “Merry Christmas, my darling.” She pulls me into a hug, gently kissing me on my cheek. “Where’s your mum?”

“In the living room, I think.” She nods in my direction, looking over the food once again before turning back towards me and Jude, who had also made his way into the kitchen.

“Do you two mind watching the food for a sec while I go and say hello?” Denise looks between the both of us, waiting for us to nod our heads before leaving the room to say hello to my parents and siblings.

“So,” Jude says, dragging out the ‘o’ while he takes a lid off a pan to check the vegetables, throwing his head back dramatically when a gust of steam hits him in the face, eliciting a laugh out of me. “That wasn’t funny. It almost burnt my eyes out.

“Please, your eyes are fine, it’s only a bit of steam,” I smile, watching as he uses the sleeve of his sweater to wipe his eyes. “What were you going to say?”

“What,” Jude says, squinting in my direction.

“You were going to say something just before your eyes nearly died. What were you going to say.”

He hesitates while he recalls what he was going to say. “Oh, yeah,” he nods once. “I was going to ask you how it’s going with the boyfriend.”

Jude pulls somewhat of a funny face when he mentions ‘the boyfriend’, but it’s nothing I can be bothered dealing with, especially not right now.

“No, no. No boyfriend talk today. I don’t want any talk of anything that makes me sad, angry, or just outright pisses me off today. It’s Christmas, I want to be happy today,” I tell him, leaning my body against the kitchen counter.

“Fair enough,” Jude mirrors what I’m doing at the other side of the stove. After a short while of glances between me and all the pans, he speaks once again. “I’m glad you're here.”

“Me too,” I flash him a genuine smile.

“I don’t like that we don’t get as much time together anymore. We used to see each other all the time, and now it feels as though we’re lucky if get to see each other five times a year,” Jude says.

“I know,” I give him a tight-lipped smile. “Shit, innit, growing up. First I lose Santa and then I lose you.”

Jude laughs. “Do you cry as much about losing me as you did when you found out Santa didn’t exist?” He smirks, reminding you once again that there isn’t a thing he doesn’t know about you.

“Of course I don't, that was a really tough time for me. I lost Santa, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy all in one day, I was fuming. At least I know you’re somewhere in the world, you’d never make me forget that.”

“But you were sobbing. I remember when I came over later that day for dinner and you were still crying, we all thought a family member had died or something,” Jude says, laughing at the old memory.

“It was the closest I’d been to real loss at that point in my life, I had more than a right to be upset. It hurts knowing that your mum and dad have lied to you your whole life,” I say seriously.

“Do you think you’d cry that much if you lost me?” The joking tone that was in his voice before is gone, instead replaced with something much more serious as he stares into my eyes.

“You know the answer to that,” I say, staring back at him just as hard. “I don’t know how to live a life without you in it, I’ve never had to before.”

“Well, that’s not entirely true,” Jude mentions. “You’re four months older than me, you survived those without me just fine.”

“Only because I can’t remember it. For everything I can remember you’ve been there, that’s all that matters.”

Our words hang in the air for a while as we both continue doing the job we’ve been tasked with. I wonder, though, still even after all this time, why, every single time I’m in his presence, does Jude make me feel like nothing else. He brings out a side to me and makes me think thoughts, that no one in the world could even torture out of me. On the surface, everyone who knows us, including our parents and our closest friends, thinks that we’re just friends, the best of friends no less, but just friends. We’ve managed to keep every tiny detail about us that makes us so incredibly… fucked up, for lack of a better term, under wraps for years.

There’s something about that, though, the deepest, darkest parts of yourself only being shared with one other person, you can end up feeling incredibly lonely.

“Right, you two,” Denise says as soon as she enters the kitchen again. “Go and sit down at the table, dinner will be ready in about ten minutes and I can’t have you both bothering me while I plate it up.”

“Rude,” Jude whispers under his breath so only I can hear it as we head towards the dining room, smiling at me when I take my seat next to him. Right where I always will be.

****

“I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to eat another thing ever again,” I groan, flopping backwards onto Jude’s bed, my hands caressing my tummy.

“Say that when you’re eating dessert later,” Jude scoffs from where he’s standing next to his wardrobe.

“No,” I push up onto my elbows. “I mean it. I’m not going to be able to eat it, I think I’m going to be full for the rest of my life.” I wince in pain as I sit up, the food in my stomach causing an ache. “You know, I really could do with some comfy clothes. The waistband on this skirt is digging into me and making me feel sick.”

I wiggle my eyebrows, to the best of my ability, at Jude while he stands there shaking his head at me. “You could just ask for half my wardrobe if you want it. There’s no use trying to hide what you want from me. Well, as long as you ask nicely.”

“Jude,” I say, giving him a big smile. “May I borrow some of your most comfortable clothes, please?”

“Borrow? I’ll be lucky if I ever see them again,” he tells you, digging through his drawers in hopes of finding some of his old sweats to give you.

“It’s only because I end up loving your clothes more than you do, I’ll be wearing these practically every day until they wear thin,” I tell him, standing up as I undress.

I pull my jumper over my head, throwing it to the other side of the room, aiming for his wash basket but I miss miserably. Jude turns back towards me when I pull down my skirt and tights. He looks startled, like a deer caught in headlights.

“Oh, uhm, sorry,” he stumbles over his words, eyes glancing everywhere but my body, not knowing where to place them until he settles on turning his body to the side slightly, averting his eyes completely.

“What?” I say, continuing to remove my clothes until I’m standing there only in my underwear. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

“Oh, I know. But you have a boyfriend,” Jude mentions, turning his body back towards yours as if there’s a magnetic force drawing you his way, his eyes settled firmly on the floor in front of him.

“Never stopped you before,” I walk over to him, grabbing the clothes from his hands. “Thanks for these, by the way.”

“You’re welcome,” he gives me a tight-lipped smile, nodding once before his eyes land on my body again, raking over my half-dressed form just long enough to make goosebumps rise on my skin.

I pull on the all-black sweater and sweatpants, pulling the string tightly around my waist, my best efforts to keep them up as they sit loosely around my waist. After leaning down to grab my fluffy Grinch socks from the floor, I jump back up onto his bed, patting the spot beside me. “Come on, I got presents to give you. They’re in that bag over there, can you grab it for me?”

Jude gulps before moving across his room to grab my bag, bringing it over to me before he takes his seat on the left side of the bed.

I rifle through the bag, moving past everyone else’s presents, that I’ll hand out later, to find Jude’s. “Right,” I say, pulling out a small box that’s wrapped in dark blue wrapping paper before pulling out two bigger presents. “Here they are. I want you to open this one first.” I hand him the middle-sized present shifting my body around a little further to have a good view when he opens it.

“Okay,” Jude beams down at the gift, quickly unwrapping the gift only for his face to fall when he realises what I’ve gotten him. “You’ve got to be kidding me?”

“What? I thought you’d really like them,” I say, feigning sadness when I’m trying my hardest not to burst out laughing.

“Remember when I told you your socks were hideous earlier? What about that made you think I’d like some for myself?” He says holding up a pair of bright green Grinch socks, just like the ones you’ve currently got on your feet.

“Yeah, but,” I stick out my leg, showing off my own pair of socks. “We can match.”

“Kai,” Jude says, raising his eyebrows at you. “I love very much, and I appreciate everything that you buy me, but I am not wearing these.”

“Oh, yes you are. I spent good money on those, a whole three pounds in Primark,” I smile while Jude laughs.

“Okay, since you had to take out a bank loan to afford them practically, I’ll wear them, but only during our movie night because if Jobe sees me in these I’ll never hear the end of it,” he says. I whisper a little ‘yes’ before handing him the second present, the biggest of them all.

“This one next!”

I watch intently as he opens his next present, actually caring about his reaction to this one. My smile grows watching him realise what I’ve gotten him. “Is this a projector?”

Jude turns to me with a massive smile on his face, his eyes wide when they trace over the box, taking in all the features.

“Mhm,” I nod. “It syncs up to both your Playstation and the DVD player I got you a few years back. There’s also an app that you can download on it that allows you to watch something with someone else.”

“You have one as well?” He asks.

“Yeah,” I say. “Ordered one originally just for myself, but then thought you’d probably like one, too.”

“I love it,” Jude exclaims. “Thank you. Will it just project onto my wall or do I have to get a screen?”

“It can work on your wall, but when I was researching it, it said that it works better on a screen so I’ve already ordered you one. It should be arriving at your place in Madrid just after you get back.”

Jude nods, turning to place the box down on the floor before turning back towards me. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss on my cheek. “Thank you,” he whispers against my skin, leaving another kiss in his word’s wake before sitting up straight again.

“Final one,” I say enthusiastically, handing him the gift.

“Is this one the most special?” Jude looks up at me, giving me a little smirk. “It’s in a fancy box and everything.”

“Open it and see.”

He does just that, lifting the lid off the box slowly, glancing up at me every so often in anticipation. I watch him intently as he pulls back the tissue paper, slowly revealing his gift. The gold keyring glistens under the light of his bedroom when Jude pulls it out of the box. Hanging off the ring, there’s a small infinity symbol alongside a larger dogtag-shaped charm, inscribed with a very special message.

“Read it,” I say quietly, motioning to the bigger charm.

“‘I’m always with you. Play your heart out. Love your Kai x’”, Jude reads the words written in the metal. “Wait,” he says, bringing the keyring closer to his face so he can get a clearer look at the words. “Isn’t this what that note said? The one you left in my bag the day before I went to my first-ever away game because you couldn’t come with me? And it’s in your handwriting.”

Jude looks at me, eyes a little glassy, watching me as I nod. “Yep,” I tell him. “Thought that since it’s been three years since I was able to cheer you on regularly, I’d give you something that you can take with you everywhere, something that will always make you think of me.”

Jude nods, looking back down at the keyring before he encloses it completely in his large hand. “I love it,” he smiles at me. “Thank you so much. I’m gonna see if there’s a little pocket in my match bag that I can put this in. It means a lot it really does, Kai.”

He leans towards me, engulfing me in his arms. The embrace is one full of warmth as he pulls my body flush against his. “I always feel so bad having to watch you on the TV all the time, never getting the time to come and see you as much as I’d like, so it gives me peace of mind that now you’ll always have something with you to look at if you need a little bit of extra support,” I pull back from the hug, looking into his eyes once again. “I promise, though, I am going to try and come and see you more next year.”

“Are you telling me that’s one of your New Year’s resolutions?” Jude asks, turning to place his gifts on his nightstand before he turns back towards me with a small smirk on his face.

“I suppose,” I shrug one shoulder.

“Well, I look forward to seeing you once, then,” Jude smiles cheekily.

“Hey,” I say, leaning over to lightly hit him. “Not fair.”

“What? I’ve known you for over twenty years and you’ve never kept a New Year’s resolution.”

“My other New Year’s resolution is to keep any and all New Year’s resolutions, actually,” I said snarkily. “You might just have to send me a text every now and then reminding me that you exist. I tend to forget.”

“Oh, I know you fucking do,” Jude laughs, launching his body towards me as he rugby tackles me backwards, my body bouncing off the mattress before getting crushed under his weight.

“Hey!” I proclaim, trying my best to get out a laugh, but instead, it just comes out at a strained wheeze. “I can’t breathe.”

I tap him on the arm until he pulls back a little. “Oh, you can’t, can you?” He smirks down at me, and I know exactly what he’s about to do. Before I can offer a protest, Jude’s hands come down, attacking my stomach in vigorous tickles.

I burst out in a fit of laughter, trying my best to roll out from under him, but he’s straddling my hips, keeping my body tucked firmly underneath him. Despite the protests, Jude only pulls away when his mum walks into the room. Denise stops in her tracks, a stunned expression on her face. “You know what? I’m not even going to ask. Dessert’s ready whenever you want to come down for it.”

“Okay,” Jude responds and with him distracted it gives me time to finally push him off my body so I can shuffle off the bed.

“Right, then,” I say, grabbing his hands to pull him off the bed with me. “Let’s go get some pudding.”

****

Later that night, once everyone has eaten themselves silly, Jude and I are tucked up in bed facing each other just before we finally head to sleep.

“Did you like your gifts?” Jude asks, moving the covers away from my face so he can get a better look at me.

“Yeah, I did,” I nod. Jude had gotten me the last few films I needed to complete my Alfred Hitchcock collection, and the most gorgeous leather jacket I’ve ever seen, one that I know I’ll end up wearing every day for the foreseeable future. “Did you like yours?”

“Mhm,” he nods. “I love the keyring so much, it’s such a thoughtful gift, I can’t wait to keep it with me.”

“Good. It took your mum a while to find the original note so I could take it to the shop and get it engraved, but I’m so glad she did because I think it looks so much better with it in my handwriting rather than some generic font.”

“Yeah, it does. And I can’t even believe she found it, I had no clue that I still had it.”

“I was kind of annoyed that you hadn’t taken it with you to Dortmund. I thought we were better friends than that,” I say a wry smile on my face.

“Knowing you I’m surprised that you haven’t pinned me down and tattooed it onto me by now,” he laughs.

“Oh, that’s such a good idea,” I smack my palm against my forehead. “Why the hell didn’t I think of that? God, I’d love to see you get a tattoo. You’d be squirming in that chair.”

“Excuse me, I have an incredibly high pain tolerance, thank you very much,” he pulls back, offended.

“Jude,” I sigh. “You came with me to get my first tattoo and you literally winced more than me. If you can’t handle the pain when the needle isn’t even touching you, how can you handle it when you’re actually getting ink embedded into your skin?”

“That was sympathy pain,” he tries to defend himself. “You know, because I love you so much.”

“Yeah, right,” I say before right before letting out a large yawn. “I think I’m gonna have to go to bed, I need to be energised for Jobe’s game tomorrow.”

“Yeah, me too,” Jude says, rolling over to switch off his lamp before he rolls back over to place a kiss on my cheek. “Goodnight, love.”

“Night, Darling,” I whisper, shuffling into Jude’s side, bringing his arm towards me, cuddling into his warmth.

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