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tellingtell5 · 24 days ago

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Bits of Home: 《James Cook, skins x reader 》

James Cook x femreader

A/N: Some scraps between reader and Cook that never made it out the drafts. Threw in a "what if" and now I’m lowkey gutted about how Home actually ends (I feel just like that TikTok audio — from Guardians of the Galaxy, actually — that says, “It broke my heart to put that tumor in her head".) You don’t have to read Home to get these bits — honestly, the “what if” might sting less if you haven’t. ♥♥Thanks so much for the love. The comments you leave genuinely keep me going.♥♥

Reader and Cook are literally this song: Home

Man, oh, man, you're my best friend, I scream it to the nothingness

The doorbell's been ringing like it’s got something to prove.

Loud. Relentless. Again and again, like whoever’s behind it thinks they can force their way in just with noise.

"“ALRIGHT—fuckin’—I’M COMING!" you shout back, each word sharp and jagged, matching the rhythm of the bell as you stomp through the hallway. You don’t even check the peephole—you’re too pissed for that. Just grab the door handle and yank it open like it’s got a grudge against you.

And there’s Freddie.

Bent slightly forward, breathless like he’s just legged it across half of Bristol, sweaty fringe stuck to his forehead. His hands are on his hips, and he’s not even looking at you—his eyes are glued to this massive black bag at his feet, like it's about to explode or grow legs and run off.

"What the f—"

“Your dad home?” he cuts you off, still half-wheezing, his voice rough and urgent in a way that shuts your mouth before the curse can land.

You’re tempted to say what you always say—he’s never here. Hasn’t been for weeks. Probably off chasing some new life you weren’t invited into. But you don’t. Because that would mean opening the door to all the feelings you’ve nailed shut behind your ribs.

So instead, you fold your arms like armour and lift your chin.

“Why? You fall out with your dad again and need somewhere to crash?”

It comes out more bitter than you meant, coated in venom you’ve been saving for someone else. You’ve been bracing for the next person to use you like a bolt hole, and for a second you let yourself think maybe that’s all this is.

But Freddie’s face shifts—softens. You see it in the little twitch of guilt, the way his eyes flick up to yours with something like hurt. And instantly, you feel like shit. Because Freddie wouldn’t. Not like that. Not to you.

“It’s not for me,” he says. And nods at the bag. “Help me get this inside, yeah?”

You hesitate, just for a second. Then grab one end, and holy shit—it’s heavy.

“What’ve you got in here?” you groan, practically tripping as you both heave it over the threshold. “Freddie, when I said I loved you enough to help you hide a body, I was joking.”

He barks out a laugh, quick and nervous. But before he can answer, the bag shifts. There’s a rustle. A puff of smoke.

“Mate,” you mutter. “Your bin bag’s on fire.”

Then the top bursts open, like it’s been holding its breath—

—and out comes Cook.

Grinning. Cigarette dangling from his lips. Arms stretched above his head like he’s just won a fight or crawled out of the grave.

“S’alright, love,” he says, voice cracked and cocky. “Didn’t miss me too much, did ya?”

Your heart stutters. Stops. Then restarts with a lurch so hard it hurts.

You don’t speak. You can’t. Your mouth opens and closes once, then again. You look at Freddie like he might explain this, might slow the world down long enough for you to catch up.

“He’s not supposed to be here,” you manage. It comes out too quiet.

“Supposed to be in prison,” you say louder, jaw tight now, rage catching up with disbelief. “He’s meant to be inside.”

“Oi, I’m right here, y’know,” Cook says, stepping fully out of the bag like he does this kind of thing every Tuesday. He wobbles a bit, legs stiff from being curled up gods know how long, but he doesn’t take his eyes off you.

And you don’t take yours off him either.

Because he’s real. Cook. In your hallway. In your fucking house. Looking exactly like the boy you told you loved, just days before he disappeared.

You shove past the lump in your throat.

“I thought you were—”

“Arrested?” he offers with a grin. “Nah. Almost. Escaped”

Freddie clears his throat. “Couldn’t keep him at mine any longer. Dad’s asking questions.”

Now your anger finds somewhere to land. You round on Cook, voice like flint.

“You’ve been out this whole time? And you didn’t tell me? You let me think—”

He steps closer, hands up, not laughing anymore.

“I wanted to, alright? I fuckin’ tried. But I’m like, the most wanted bastard in Bristol. Couldn’t risk it. Couldn’t risk you.”

He grabs your face then, both hands on your cheeks, forcing you to look at him like it’s the only way to speak the truth. His thumb brushes just beneath your eye, soft. Too soft.

“Would’ve run straight to you if I could’ve. You know that.”

And fuck. You do.

You do because you remember. You remember his mouth on yours just before everything fell apart. The way he said he loved you like it burned coming out. Like he’d never said it before and might never say it again. You remember not knowing what to do with it—any of it. How you both shook with it. With fear, with wanting, with everything.

You step back. Break the contact. It’s too much. Still.

He drops his hands, but doesn’t take his eyes off you.

“Can I stay?” he says, voice quieter now. “Just for a bit.”

You roll your eyes so hard it hurts, spin on your heel and walk toward the living room.

“You ever asked permission in your life, Cook?”

His laugh follows you down the hall, wild and warm and stupid.

“Didn’t think so.”

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Through the rain and the frost, through everything I do it all for you

You knew. You fuckin’ knew. Told him it was gonna piss it down, and what did he do?

“And why d’you listen to me anyway?!”

He looks at you like you’ve just stabbed him, dramatic as always, dripping from head to toe like someone dropped him in the canal.

You’d tried to stop him — said the air was thick, storm’s comin’, maybe don’t sneak out tonight, yeah? But he’d been pacing the whole day like a lion in a fuckin’ zoo. Kept moaning about the bathroom window being his only breath of freedom. "I’m suffocatin’, babe."

You told him to stop being such a dramatic little criminal.

Still, you caved. Of course you did.

Now you’re both soaked, head to toe, squelching back into your flat like two rats climbing out the deep end. The rain’s gotten into your bones, cold and mean, and you swear your jeans weigh about ten kilos each.

As soon as the door shuts behind you, you're stripping off layers like they’re tryin’ to strangle you. Cook just stands there like a stunned goldfish, watchin’ you fight with your hoodie like he’s never seen tits before.

“Me hands ain’t workin’,” you mutter through clenched teeth, fingers shaking. “Shit, I’m freezin’.”

You shove your hands in front of his face like he’s responsible for your blood circulation. He stares. You turn, presenting your back like a challenge.

“Do somethin’, will you?”

You point at your bra clasp, bouncing a bit on the spot to keep warm. He doesn’t move. Just stands there like a right muppet, starin’ at the moles on your back like they’re fuckin’ constellations.

“Cook,” you warn, “it ain’t the first time, get on with it.”

Snapped out of it, he fumbles the clasp and you feel the weight of the wet fabric drop to the floor. You expect him to say something crude, but he’s gone quiet. You look over your shoulder and his eyes are wide like he’s seeing something sacred. You don’t stay to indulge him.

You peg it up the stairs in your knickers, half-laughing, hair plastered to your face. At the halfway point you stop, dripping, stark, water tracing your spine, and you twist around to catch him still staring.

“You comin’ or what?”

You don’t wait. He’s already tearing his hoodie off on the way up, leaving a trail of wet clothes behind like some budget breadcrumb path. You’re already curled in the bath, knees to chest, when he gets there — arms wrapped around your legs, head tucked down, teeth still chattering.

Hot water’s rising and your whole body sighs at once.

You hold out your hand. It’s always like this. You stretch your palm toward him, even if you’re mad, even if you’re cold. And he always, always takes it.

But instead of getting in behind you like you expect, Cook steps over the tub and settles himself between your legs, back against your chest like he’s trying to disappear into you. He fits too easily there — knees up, spine curled, like a kid hiding from the world.

You blink. “You alright?”

He shrugs, then mutters, “You’re warmer.”

You rest your chin on his shoulder, wrap your arms around him. His skin’s still damp and goosebumped, but he’s starting to melt in the heat, muscles softening with every breath.

You don’t talk much after that. Just let the silence stretch, full and soft, while the water climbs over your legs and across his ribs. You run your fingers over his arms, down his chest, across the fading bruises he never explains.

He shivers again — not from cold this time. You brush your lips against the back of his neck, feel him exhale like he’s been holding it in all week.

There’s still storm in the sky and static under your skin, but in this moment, in your bathtub with Cook between your legs like it’s the only place he belongs—

You feel like this messy, soaked, slightly broken boy is yours. Even if neither of you’s said it. Even if you never do.

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Well, holy moly, me oh my, You're the apple of my eye. Girl, I never loved one like you

“Yeah, just like that, luv.”

You look up, and fuck — the way he's staring at you? It shoots straight between your legs like he pressed some hidden button in your core.

His eyes are blown wide, completely gone — starring you. His mouth is slack, panting like he’s run a marathon, but all he’s done is lie there while you go to town on him. His fringe is stuck to his forehead with sweat and his cheeks are flushed like a kid caught doing something naughty.

The sight makes your pussy clench, sharp and sudden. You shift slightly, grinding down on nothing like some desperate virgin, chasing a friction you know you won't get. Not like this. Not yet.

But you love it. The power. The heat. The way he’s fucking melting for you.

You flatten your tongue against the underside of his cock and drag it slowly, teasing the sensitive ridge until he lets out this guttural moan that makes your nipples harden. You can feel how heavy he is on your tongue, how alive he is in your mouth. It’s obscene. It's filthy.

It’s perfect.

His hand is tangled in your hair, guiding you without pushing, and the other comes up to your cheek, thumb brushing your skin, eyes locked on the way his cock disappears between your lips. Like he can’t believe it. Like he might die if he blinks.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he groans. “You’ve got no idea what you’re doin’ to me.”

But oh, you do. Because it’s doing things to you, too. Your underwear is soaked, clinging to you like a second skin, and every needy pulse between your legs is screaming for attention.

You hum around him, and the reaction is immediate — a shiver that runs through his entire body. You feel his thighs tense under your hands, his whole body surrendering to the sensation. And then he looks at you again, that same dazed, reverent look that makes your skin tingle.

“Oi,” he mutters, voice hoarse and dripping with amusement, “if you ain’t gonna use your hands, put ‘em somewhere else, sweetheart.”

You pull off him with a wet pop and grin up at him, cheeks flushed, lips red and shining with spit.

“You said no hands, Cookie.”

The nickname makes his cock twitch right next to your face — like it agrees with you.

“Yeah, well, changed my fuckin’ mind, didn’t I? Put ‘em on my balls. I shaved and everything.”

You pause, brows arching, lips just inches from the tip as your warm breath makes him shiver.

“…You shaved?”

You arch an eyebrow, and then tug his pants and briefs all the way down. What you see makes you bark a laugh.

“Soft as fucking peaches,” he says proudly, hips giving a little jerk, “don’t they deserve some love?”

You stare at him, momentarily speechless, lips wet and parted from how long you’ve been on your knees. Then your eyes narrow.

“Are you kidding me? You used my razor?”

“Obviously. That little green strip? Aloe vera magic, babe.”He chuckles, all low and rough and cocky.

You shake your head, but you’re grinning as you cradle his balls in your hand, fingers feather-light at first.

“You absolute goblin.”

“A sexy goblin, though.”

Your nails graze his smooth skin and you give him a gentle squeeze — just enough to make him hiss and clench his abs.

“Oi! No bollock torture, yeah?”

“You owe me a whole new pack of blades.”

“Then take it outta me,” he says with a wink, “go on, ruin me.”

And oh, you will. You lean forward and lick one of his balls with slow, deliberate intent — a long stroke that ends with your lips sucking him in, tongue swirling lazily.

You take him into your mouth again, slowly this time, lips stretched wide and obscene, and he writhes under you. That little jolt of satisfaction runs down your spine and coils in your gut when his hand finds your hair again, threading through the strands and guiding you like he can’t help himself.

You’re soaked, drunk on the sounds he makes. You want to be the reason he comes undone. You want to feel it — all of it. His body twitching under your touch, his filthy little whimpers, his cock twitching on your tongue.You could come just from this, honestly — from the taste, from the mess, from the fact that he’s yours, right now, panting and swearing and losing his damn mind in your mouth.

You take him deeper this time, feeling the stretch of your jaw, the weight of him. Your throat tightens just as he groans something unintelligible that might’ve been your name or might’ve been just “fuck” — either way, it makes your toes curl.

And then he whimpers. Loud.

That sound. That raw, helpless sound — it does something to you. You moan around him, loud enough to vibrate through his cock and into your core.

You push further, eager, greedy. He slips into your throat and you fight the gag with everything you’ve got, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.

Then he laughs.

Actually laughs.

You pull off him again, coughing a little, eyes glassy with effort, and glare up at him.

He’s got the nerve to be grinning. Full-on dimples, devilish twinkle in his eye, proud as fuck.

“Chokin’ on me like a champ,” he says, wiping your tears away with his thumb. “My little throat goat.”

“Fuck off,” you mutter, but you're laughing too, breathless and hot and so turned on you could scream.

He grins wider. “You love it.”

You don’t answer. Instead, you slide him back into your mouth without warning — and this time you don’t stop. You work him hard, lips tight, tongue relentless, bobbing your head with a rhythm that makes his hips stutter.

He’s groaning now, constant and shameless, your name tangled in curses as his hand tightens in your hair.

“Fuck, princess. Fuck me — you’re perfect, ain’t you?”

You hum again, throat relaxing, letting him sink all the way in.

You feel him hit the back of your throat and then — twitch. Buck. Curse.

He’s close. You can feel it in the way his thighs shake, the way his breath stutters, the way his words fall apart into broken syllables.

“I’m gonna — fuck — you’re gonna make me—”

You nod without stopping, ready for it. Begging for it.

And then—

He pulls out.

Just like that. Slips out of your mouth with a slick pop.

You blink. Offended.

“Excuse me?”

But he’s already sitting up, panting like a dog, grabbing his cock in one hand with wild, manic eyes.

“No, no, wait—I got this. I wanna see it, baby. I’m gonna paint a fucking masterpiece.”

You snort. Loudly. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, still kneeling between his legs.

“A masterpiece?”

“Yes,” he huffs, jerking his cock furiously, tongue between his teeth like he’s concentrating on oil painting, not orgasm. “This is ART. Stay still.”

“You dramatic little shit.”

“Shh. Don’t move. You’re the canvas.”

You lean back on your heels, grinning like a wolf, watching him with raised eyebrows. He’s properly going for it now — fist pumping, jaw clenched, head thrown back. You reach up lazily and cup his balls, warm and heavy in your palm. He jolts like you electrocuted him.

“Jesus—bloody hell—”

“You were right,” you say, running your thumb along the seam, “soft as fucking peaches.”

“See?? I told you. I shaved for this. This is a curated experience.”

“With my razor, you knob.”

You give him a very gentle squeeze in retaliation, just enough to make him gasp and roll his eyes back.

He glares at you through bleary eyes. “Don’t ruin my moment.”

“You’re jerking off two inches from my face, babe. Moment’s already ruined.”

“Don’t mock the muse.”

You roll your eyes dramatically — but you stay still. Because deep down? It’s kinda hot. Filthy. Ridiculous. So him. And you love it.

Then he gasps — sharp and loud — and his whole body stiffens like he’s been electrocuted.

“Fucking—I’m coming—!”

And he does. Violently. A hot, messy splatter hits your cheek, your chin — and your nose.

You blink, frozen. There’s a pause.

Then he opens one eye and stares.

“…Did I just cum on your nose?”

You wipe it slowly, still stunned. Then grin.

“Right up the nostril, Cookie.”

He groans, flopping back dramatically, hand over his face.

“I ruined the canvas.”

“I’m gonna be smelling you for a week.”

“You’re welcome.”

You crawl up his chest, straddling his waist, your face still sticky and smug.

“That’s not how masterpieces work.”

“Sure it is,” he pants, hair a mess, grinning up at you. “It’s modern art. Abstract. Raw. Post-orgasmic expressionism.”

You slap his chest lightly.

“You owe me a tissue and a fucking smoothie.”

“I owe you everything, my throat goat queen.”

And then you're both laughing, tangled and filthy and breathless.

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Well, hot and heavy pumpkin pie. Chocolate candy, Jesus Christ. Ain't nothing please me more than you

It was late. That part of the night when your belly’s full and your eyelids start drooping heavy. You were both on the sofa, the telly on in the background, but neither of you paying it any real mind. He’d decided personal space was a myth, sprawled across you like he owned the place, head resting on your chest, body warm and lax and stupidly heavy. His thumb dragged lazy circles beneath your shirt, brushing skin without meaning to. Or maybe he did. Hard to tell with him.

Your fingers were in his hair, combing slow, soft strokes like you were calming a wild thing. Maybe you were. It felt calm. Still. Almost too still.

You’d lost track of how many days he’d been there. He’d slipped into your flat the way he always had—loud, grinning, with no warning—and just stayed. Like he belonged there. Like the crooked lamp in the corner or that painting above the sofa you never took down. He fit. Too well. And it scared you.

Because peace, in your world, didn’t last. It shifted, always. Sweet things left bitter aftertastes. And the longer it felt like home, the more it felt like something was about to snap.

"Your hair’s gotten long," you said absently, tugging a strand and holding it up to the light.

He didn’t lift his head. Just looked up at you through those ridiculous lashes.

"Yeah?"

You nodded, twisting the ends between your fingers.

"Can’t go out for a trim, can I? Bit risky, that. Don’t think a haircut’s worth prison."

You scratched at his scalp, watching his lashes flutter. The way he melted under your touch made something clench and soften all at once inside your chest.

"I like it," you said, barely audible.

"That ‘cause you’ve got more to grab when I’m between your legs?"

You wanted to be annoyed. Really, you did. But you just rolled your eyes and tugged his hair hard enough to make him wince.

"You’re such a dickhead."

He grinned like it was a compliment.

"You could cut it."

He shifted, chin now on your chest, breath warm against your collarbone. You looked down at him and your heart stuttered. You’d never seen sea storms in real life, but his eyes—they were the colour you imagined storms would be, right out in the middle of it. Dark and endless. And you knew, if you let him, you’d drown.

You didn’t say you loved him. Even if it was the only thing sitting in your throat. Instead, you nodded.

Which is how you ended up in the bathroom, him plopped on the toilet seat, legs splayed, and you between them with a pair of kitchen scissors meant for fish.

You’d never done this before. Not properly. But he didn’t question you once. Trusted you in that way he always had—reckless and absolute. And it made you feel something sharp and soft at the same time.

You’d finished the back as best you could, now working on the front. Your hand was steady. Almost.

His hands found your hips, settled there. Hot and firm and unmoving. You nearly dropped the scissors.

"You’re gonna end up bald if you keep that up."

"Worth it," he murmured, his hands slipping lower to squeeze your arse.

"Cook..."

It was a warning. Your eyes didn’t leave the hair in your hand, but you could feel his gaze, all heat and mischief.

And then—his lips, warm through the fabric of your tee, pressed against your belly.

You bit your lip to keep from groaning. Or gasping. Or saying something that’d break the moment.

His kisses moved upwards, grazing the space just beneath your bra. You stopped. Dropped your hands to your sides and stared at him. He looked up at you like he always did—like you were the only thing in the room.

You took his face in your hands, tilted it this way and that, pretending to check your work. But really, you were memorising. Every line. Every freckle. You wanted to kiss the bridge of his nose, his jaw, those lips—still chapped from chewing them when he got anxious.

"Keep looking at me like that, princess, and we’ll never finish."

His grip tightened on your arse and you let out a noise halfway between a laugh and a groan. The kind that twisted up your stomach.

"It’s done, you idiot," you said, lifting his chin and pressing a soft, quick kiss to his lips. Just a peck. But it left him blinking like you’d hit him.

You grabbed his hands, still clinging to your hips, and moved them away gently. Stepped aside so he could see himself in the mirror.

He stood, ran his fingers through his hair, eyes wide.

"Oi... you’ve actually done a decent job. Maybe you should sack off uni, start your own thing. Haircuts for dickheads. I’d be your first customer."

You shook your head, smiling despite yourself. He kept looking, kept touching his hair, and then—his expression shifted. Eyes a little darker. Mouth set different.

"Was lookin’ like a fuckin’ homeless bloke, weren’t I?"

You knew what he meant. Knew he wasn’t just talking about the hair.

You stepped behind him, wrapped your arms around his waist, rested your chin on his shoulder. He didn’t hesitate. Grabbed your hands where they rested on his stomach. Held on tight.

He looked at you in the mirror.

"You’re not," you said, voice thick. "You’ll always have a home, James. As long as I’m here."

He didn’t say anything. Didn’t have to. Just stared at you like you’d undone something in him.

It was too much. You buried your face in his neck, nose pressed to his skin. Too close. Too honest.

You kissed his shoulder. His jaw. The base of his neck.

He didn’t speak. But you felt the way his breath caught. The way his fingers curled tighter around yours.

Some things don’t need words. Not between you two.

Not then.

Not ever.

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Oh, home, let me come home. Home is wherever I'm with you

𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝒻… You never left.

“Movie night!”

His voice cuts through the flat like a firecracker, too loud for how small he is, but the joy’s contagious. He’s standing on the chair again, that same one you’ve told him a hundred bloody times not to stand on after tea.

"Oi, mate—what did your mum just say, eh?"

Cook’s voice comes from behind you, carrying the dishes through, trying to sound serious but failing. You can hear the grin beneath the growl.

“But—but…” His chubby hands shoot out toward you, knowing full well you’ll pick him up. You do. Instinct, innit. You set him back on the chair properly, his legs swinging like they can’t wait to be somewhere else.

Cook’s stacking plates, watching him with that stupid soft look he gets when he thinks you’re not watching him watch. The kid catches it too, can’t help but grin back at his dad.

“Have you picked one then, yeah?” you ask, brushing a few curls from his forehead. He wriggles down off the chair with a high-pitched squeal like gravity’s still a challenge.

He sprints off, comes back with a DVD case from the shelf, shaking it in his little hands like it’s trying to escape.

“Again?” you say, squinting at the cover. Not annoyed, more surprised. He nods so hard his whole body wobbles. “Well, lucky us. That’s exactly what I fancied.”

Cook peers over your shoulder, trying to clock the pick. You mouth the words at him—"Shrek 2"—and watch his face twist like he’s been personally betrayed. But he only nods, dead serious, like it’s the only reasonable option.

“Solid choice, mate. If the sound cuts out, I’ll do the voices. Not like I know it all off by heart or anything.”

You open your mouth to give him grief, but your son jumps in first:

“You be Donkey, Dad.”

You burst out laughing, a proper belly one.

“Oi! Why do I gotta be the one who never shuts up?”

“Not just that,” he says, brandishing the DVD case like a sword. “He’s the cat’s best mate. And I’m Puss in Boots!” He swings at imaginary dragons in the air, eyes wild with concentration.

Cook’s face softens in that way that makes your chest hurt. He doesn’t say anything for a second. You rub slow circles into his back, grounding him.

“So I’m the dragon, then?” you offer, trying to lighten it. He half-smiles. The kid stops mid-swing, scowling like you’ve missed something obvious.

“No, Mum. You’re Shrek.”

Cook wheezes a laugh beside you. You reach up, tug a bit of his hair—not enough to hurt, just enough to shut him up. He hisses, still laughing.

“That how you see me? I’m a grumpy green ogre to you, sweetheart?”

The boy claps a hand over his mouth, laughing too hard to answer right away.

“No, Mum!” he says, serious all of a sudden, meeting your eyes like he’s five going on forty. “You’re like Shrek ‘cause you always look after everyone. Like when he fought the dragon to save Donkey.”

You don’t say anything for a moment. You’re just looking at him, those big blue eyes that don’t belong to you. It’s Cook who brings you back, squeezing your hand hard—your anchor in all this.

“Go on then, champ. Stick it on. No time to waste.”

You mouth thank you at him.

He finishes up and drops himself onto the sofa like it owes him money, limbs everywhere. Your son curls up into his side like a perfect puzzle piece, still chatting about how funny the gingerbread man is and how he’s gonna be just like him when he’s big. Cook chuckles, tossing a blanket over them both.

You stay at the dining table, hunched over the laptop, surrounded by papers and notes and a document that hasn’t changed in days. Your fingers hover over the keyboard, useless. You flick through the same pages again, chasing facts that won’t land.

“Mum!”

“Yeah, sweetheart?” you answer, eyes still scanning.

“You’re missing the film.”

“No I’m not. I’m watching it,” you lie. You listen for a second, pick up the line and say in perfect time with Donkey: “Are we there yet?”

He nods, smug. You smile. You can’t remember your deadlines but you know every line of this bloody film.

The screen blurs. The weight behind your eyes starts pulling harder. You think about joining them on the sofa, but your legs feel nailed to the floor. Somewhere along the way your cheek sinks into your palm and everything slows.

The kid tugs at Cook’s shirt, pointing at you. Cook glances over and freezes.

“Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“Mum’s asleep.”

You’ve got your head in both hands, mouth parted, the glow of the telly washing over your face. Cook gets up quietly, the boy following him on tiptoe.

He crouches beside you, gently pulling the pen from your fingers and trying to wipe the ink smudges off your cheek.

“Mum’s always tired.”

Cook looks down at him, heart breaking a little. The kid’s looking at your notes like he’s searching for the answer too. Then he brushes your hair off your face, just like you do with him.

“She’s studying something she loves,” Cook says, more to himself than the boy.

The kid nods like it’s gospel.

“We can help her.”

Cook raises a brow. “Oh yeah?”

“I think the answers, and you write ‘em down.”

Cook snorts. “Not sure that’ll help much, mate.”

He yawns, and Cook remembers this life’s got routines now. School nights and bath times.

“Let’s get Mum to bed first, yeah?”He lifts you carefully, arms under your knees and back. “To bed, Mrs Cook.”

You stir, mumbling something about not being married. He huffs a laugh.

You snuggle closer to him, half-asleep. He nods at the boy, who follows along barefoot, solemn like it’s a mission.

“So that’s how it works,” the boy says, whisper-shouting. “When I fall asleep on the sofa, that’s how I wake up in bed.”

Cook grins. “Nah,bud. That’s magic. I’ve seen it myself.”

He lays you down slow, careful as anything. Like if he moves too quick, you might disappear. Your body folds into the mattress with a soft, weighted sigh, the kind that leaves your lips without permission. The boy clambers in after you, half-asleep already, and tucks himself right beneath your chin, like that’s where he was always meant to be.

Cook watches. Doesn’t move. Just… stands there.

There’s this look on his face, like his insides are doing somersaults. Like he’s just watched a miracle happen in his living room and doesn’t trust it not to vanish.

You, curled up with his son—your son—and that stupid film still whispering through the hallway. He’s never been given anything this good without it getting taken away. Part of him thinks it’s a trick. That maybe if he blinks too hard, the bed’ll be empty again and the flat cold.

But then your hand twitches out across the duvet, palm up, fingers slightly curled like they remember his shape. That same little motion. Like years ago, on the cold floor of someone else’s kitchen. On a rooftop. In a field where you shouldn’t’ve fallen asleep. That open hand that never asked, just offered. That open hand that always meant, I’ll hold the weight for a bit, if you’re too tired.

And God, is he tired.

He climbs in beside you without a sound. One arm around the boy—his heart, his tiny clone—and the other around your back. His fingers press into your spine just enough to feel the warmth of you. Just enough to believe you’re here. Still breathing. Still bloody stubborn.

He rests his forehead against yours. Breathes in that scent you carry, all crushed lavender and laundry powder and ink-stained skin. Smells like care.

“He says we should finish your essay for you,” he whispers, soft as a joke that doesn’t want to wake the room.

Your mouth moves first, then the words come slurred, sleep-heavy. “Mmm... tell him he’s hired. Hope he likes footnotes. I pay in—” You pause. “In toast.”

He laughs through his nose, quiet so it doesn’t rattle the peace. “What about hazard pay?”

You nuzzle the top of your son’s head. “That’s... unlimited cuddles. And sometimes I hum.”

He breathes in your laugh like it’s something rare. You feel the boy shift, blindly stretching one foot to press against his dad’s thigh, like he can feel the distance and won’t have it.

You murmur again, voice nearly lost now. “Too warm. Can’t think. Head’s full of... bees. Nice bees. Not the mean ones. Just... fuzzy.”

He grins into the dark. “Yeah? Thought you didn’t do soft.”

“Don’t,” you mumble. “Shut up.”

But there’s no weight in it. No bite. Just the fog of sleep pulling at the edges of your words.

“Never thought I’d see the day,” he teases. “You... all snuggly and talkin’ about bees.”

Your hand finds the hem of his shirt, tugs it weakly. “I’m asleep. Doesn’t count. I’ll deny all of it in the morning.”

He kisses your temple, barely there. “Won’t need to. I’ll remember it for the both of us.”

You sigh again, melting deeper, as your son shifts once more, perfectly still now, his breath evening out. One of his hands stays on you. The other curls in Cook’s shirt like he doesn’t trust the night to hold the three of you without him.

…

The house smells… wrong.

Not dangerously wrong—no alarms going off, no smoke thick in the air—but there’s a definite whiff of burnt toast and something vaguely sweet and charred. You stir, face still pressed into the pillow, your body warm from where your son’s small limbs wrapped around you all night like a koala. You shift slowly, careful not to wake him. He murmurs something, lashes fluttering, then settles deeper into sleep.

You slip out of the bed in your T-shirt and sleep shorts, yawning through the stretch that pulls at your ribs. The hallway’s dim, quiet except for distant swearing and the soft ping of the toaster. That’s what gets you smiling before you even see him.

You find him shirtless in the kitchen, like a scene out of some ridiculous daydream. Except, in this version, the counters are a mess, something is smoking in a pan, and Cook is standing in front of the stove like it personally insulted his family.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake—” he mutters, poking at what might’ve once been a crumpet. “Stupid bloody bastard of a—that’s not even how you toast bread, is it?”

You stay in the doorway for a moment, arms crossed, watching him fight domestic appliances like they’re demons. His hair’s a mess. There’s flour on his temple and a smudge of something sticky across his chest. One sock on. He’s talking to the kettle like it betrayed him.

Your laugh slips out before you can hold it in.

He whirls around, spatula raised like a sword. “Don’t sneak up on me, woman, I’m in the trenches.”

You walk in slowly, shaking your head. “Is this how you woo me now? Burning carbs and cursing the toaster?”

“I made tea,” he says proudly, grabbing a mug and holding it out.

You take a sip. It’s cold. You grimace.

He winces. “Alright, round two then.”

“Step away from the toaster.”

He grins, hands up in mock surrender, backing away like you’re the armed one now. “You’re sexy when you take control of the breakfast battlefield.”

You toss the burnt crumpet straight into the bin and glance back at him, catching the soft, warm eyes on you. It hits you, again, how easy this has gotten for him. The living. The showing up. The little things. You never asked him to change—but he did. He became quieter in the mornings. Gentler. Swapped pub nights for pack lunches and school drop-offs. He’s still Cook—loud and shameless and rough around the edges—but he’s folded himself into your life like he was always meant to be there.

You feel his hand brush yours. Not by accident.

“You’re up early,” he says, voice quieter now.

You nod. “Smelled the chaos.”

“Was tryin’ to do breakfast in bed. But the toaster and I had words.”

You turn to face him, resting your hands on his hips, fingers skimming the warm skin of his back. He smells like flour and smoke and himself. You kiss the corner of his mouth, slow and unhurried.

He leans into it, his hand sliding up your side like he’s reminding himself you’re still real.

“I could ruin you on this counter,” he whispers, lips grazing your jaw, his voice low and ragged, “real quick. Before the gremlin wakes up.”

You snort softly. “Wouldn’t take much, would it?”

“Absolutely not,” he grins, already pressing you against the counter, hands slipping lower. “You in this shirt, I’m defenseless.”

You curl a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. It’s slow. A bit filthy. His thumb slips under the hem of your shorts and you make a quiet, pleased noise against his mouth—

“MOOM—!”

You both jolt, heads knocking.

Cook immediately yanks his hands off your arse like a schoolboy caught cheating.

Your son barrels into the room at full speed, hair wild, face flushed with excitement. “I was a dragon! A red one! And I could fly and everything, and there was a bad guy and he tried to fight me but I just—whoosh!—and he went boom!”

Cook scoops him up before you can even react, lifting him high into the air, spinning him gently before settling him on his hip like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“A red dragon? That’s serious business,” he says, eyes wide.

“With horns! And I bit the bad guy. Like—RAHHHHH!”

“Course you did,” Cook says, completely sincere. “What happened then?”

“He exploded.”

“Exploded? No way.”

You lean against the counter, watching the two of them—your son bouncing with excitement, Cook nodding like he’s hearing a government briefing. He’s still shirtless. Still has flour on his face. He doesn’t care.

Your son wraps his arms around Cook’s neck mid-story. Cook tucks him close, humming quietly in that way he does sometimes, absent and gentle. You see it in the way his hand rubs slow circles over the boy’s back, grounding him. Like it’s just another day. Like it’s always been this.

And for a second—just a second—it feels like maybe it always will be.

The toast still burns in the background.

You’ll let it

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If Cook ever became a dad? Yeah, this is 100% the vibe. No question.

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g1rld1ary · 4 months ago

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lifeguard!james potter x fem!reader 8

wc: 2168

cw: drowning and resuscitation, near death experience, inaccurate medical descriptions, happy ending ofc

me: i have a delicious lifeguard!james request in my inbox which will for sure be the next part but i really wanted to get this part out first sorry anon!!!!! ik this is a little less horny than most of the other parts but i kinda loved the idea of the softness and love of their relationship developing after being braindead horny?? but as always pls feel free to send lifeguard!james reqs bc he's my man fr im feral for him

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the pool was packed. you didn’t know what was different from any of the other hot, sweaty days you’d encountered, but suddenly there was hardly a sun bed free or an inch of space in the pool.

it was disappointing, sure, but nothing your friends couldn’t handle, snatching a piece of grass a bit further from the pool to lay your towels down. it did mean you didn’t have the benefit of an umbrella to hide under, and the direct heat was driving you all mad.

“do you think we’ll even fit?” you asked, not hopeful when you could barely even see the water.

“we come here every other day, they have to make room for us,” lily joked, tucking her magazine back in her beach bag.

“you could always ask james for help,” mary teased with a singsong emphasis on his name. you rolled your eyes, attending to your sun cream to hide the girlish grin that was fighting its way out.

��yeah, bat your eyes at him and he’d clear the whole facility,” marlene laughed, jumping up and holding a hand out to help you stand, “now let’s go fight the old ladies for a spot.”

“hiya,” you called up to james on the elevated lifeguard chair. he brightened as soon as he noticed you, pushing his dark sunglasses up to his forehead so he could make direct eye contact.

“hey, good looking! not in your usual chair?”

“got beaten out by hilda. embarrassing, really. got eyes on any spots for us, baywatch?” james took his duty seriously, scanning the pool for any spots of blue for you to occupy.

“how about down there by the wine mums? good bit of room and i’ll be able to keep an eye on you.” he winked, gesturing down to the group of middle-aged women.

“okay perv,” you replied light-heartedly, but you couldn’t help your smile when he used your nickname for them. the wine mums were a group of women your friends adored from afar. they weren’t drunk as the name suggested — no alcohol allowed inside the pool fences — but all year round they could be found about town, gossiping and laughing well into the night over glasses of red or white. you couldn’t go an encounter with them without at least one of your girls wistfully dreaming about you all becoming wine mums like them in thirty years. it made your heart glow that james had picked up on the nickname.

you slipped into the pool, sighing contentedly as the water immediately brought you relief. there was a group of children playing some sort of ball game, maybe a casual version of water polo, which habitually splashed you all, but you weren’t in the mood to care.

the chaos only became unpleasant after another group of schoolboys came barrelling in, joining in on whatever game had started. even the wine mums climbed out of the water, muttering complaints about their behaviour.

the pool was overrun with adolescent boys, jumping and thrashing and tossing a few balls around recklessly. james had blown his whistle several times, but he couldn’t exactly stop them from playing around.

the next several moments happened like you were watching from an outside perspective. the exact moment you opened your mouth to speak, the ball smacked into the back of your head with an aggressive thwap, dunking your face under the water, your lungs filling with water as you gasped and floundered. in the most evil twists of fate, the mob of teenage boys flocked over to you in hunt of the ball, pushing you down to the pool floor.

if you were in your right mind you might’ve acted differently, more rationally. but you weren’t in your right mind. you were under the water, being pummelled by at least six pairs of feet with water filling up in your lungs. you weren’t the dramatic type, but you were genuinely scared for your life, the possibility of resurfacing in time rapidly dwindling. your already blurry vision under the surface darkened and you tried to make peace with the fact that you weren’t getting another breath in.

the next thing you knew, your chest was heaving and something warm was resting over your mouth. your eyes shot open, body jerking even more dramatically. james potter, in all of his wet, hot glory, was giving you mouth to mouth as you lay helpless on the hot pool tiles. you’d clearly been out for a few minutes as someone had been able to lay a towel beneath you so your skin didn’t blister and burn on the scorching terracotta.

you hacked and coughed a few more times as james gave you a few inches of space, water spitting up and out of you, splashing pathetically on the floor. you noticed the alarming silence that had fallen over the facility, and looked up to face two dozen pairs of eyes fixated on you. it made you nervous in a way attention never had, fighting your body’s automatic reaction to expel water in order to keep some of your dignity.

“alright, everyone, show’s over. give us some space.” james’ usual boyish mischief was long gone, serious expression only intensifying as you locked eyes. “you go with lily to the medical room. i’ll see you there soon to make sure everything’s really fine, but i’ve gotta wait until someone comes to cover, the pool can’t be unsupervised.”

“i get it,” you sighed dramatically, leaning on lily as she helped you up, “duty calls.” james shot you a look that was clearly meant to be unimpressed, but you could see the hint of amusement in the twitch of his smile.

“i’ll see you soon.”

lily escorted you inside the tiny, outdated medical room, sitting you up on the examination table.

“that was hands down the most dramatic thing that’s ever happened to us,” she said, sitting in the seat usually saved for the parent.

“you’re telling me,” you managed a laugh, “what happened?”

“god, it all happened so fast we could barely keep up. you got separated under that group of dickheads and it was all so loud we couldn’t get them off of you so we had to call james for help. now, i’m only saying this because you’re okay and i know you’d be mad at missing it, but it was the hottest thing i’ve ever seen.” you interrupted her retelling with a snort, not not disagreeing with her. “he was full baywatch; olympic level dive, across the pool in seconds, carried you out of the water bridal style like some sort of superhero. i could’ve been watching a movie! did some legit looking cpr while absolutely ripping those boys a new one for being so irresponsible — think one of them cried.”

you laughed at lily’s dramatic recount, imagining it like you’d been conscious to witness.

“i’m so upset!” you jokingly whined, “nothing fun ever happens and the one time it does i’m unconscious! i didn’t even get to see him use all those stupid muscles.”

“you know you can just ask, right? you all tease me for my ego but never use it for good.” james rounded the corner, looking extremely satisfied with himself. you and lily exchanged mortified eye contact at being caught, but both dissolved into embarrassed giggles as james’ disarming nature charmed the room.

“do you want me to stay?” lily asked as james gathered his things to examine you.

“it’s okay,” you shrugged, “i trust the doctor.”

“good, i think marlene and mary are pretty shaken up, i should probably walk them home. call me tonight to prove you’re still alive.” you agreed easily, making lily promise to assure all your friends you were perfectly fine.

that left just you and james alone in the medical room, tension blossoming between you.

“are you okay? really okay?” he asked, beginning the checkup.

“yeah,” you answered, hesitating to think through your reply, “shaken up a bit i think. and my lungs hurt. but you can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“good.” james smiled, listening to your heartbeat for abnormalities.

you sat in silence for a few minutes, observing as james did his thing, admiring the way his eyebrows furrowed when he was focused.

“thanks for saving me,” you broke the silence first.

“don’t thank me, it’s my job.”

“no, seriously. i could have died, james.” james looked up with a start, his eyes finding yours. he couldn’t remember if you’d ever called him by his real name and not some nickname to tease him. he liked the way it sounded coming out of your mouth.

“you know i never would have let you drown, who else would stare at my body all day?”

“shut up.” you swatted his bicep, secretly grateful for the tone shift. you wanted james to know you were sincerely grateful, but it was hard to sit in that vulnerability. you liked having the power in conversation, controlling it so you always had something witty to say. today had been one big knock down, leaving you to feel powerless and out of sorts, like nothing you did was right.

james had you taking deep breaths in and out, describing how they felt and if you could feel any water in your lungs or other disruptions in the process. his hand on your back was burning a print into your skin, his presence beside you a reminder of everything wonderful about him.

you suddenly groaned, throwing your hands up to cover your face in embarrassment. when james asked for an explanation, you almost couldn’t provide one.

“that is so not how i wanted our first kiss to go.” mouth to mouth? definitely one of the least sexy kisses of all time. blowing air into an unresponsive mouth was certainly not what you’d consider a successful make-out, and you were sure james agreed. to your surprise, james looked amused rather than disgusted or judgemental, his casual demeanour once again bringing you peace.

“nah, that wasn’t a kiss. a kiss is supposed to be fun. and consensual. that was just me saving your life.” you rolled your eyes to cover your smile. you both pretended you couldn’t see the other’s giddy grin at the implication that you did in fact plan on kissing james.

“so what’s the diagnosis, doc?” you changed the subject again, nervous sitting so close to him in a private room (especially when his bare chest was still out in his work uniform, glistening with sweat).

“you’re all good to go, but i’d go to a doctor if you feel weird. be cautious for a few days.” james held out his hand to help you off the bed.

“well if it’s really that bad, i could call on you, right? i’m sure the good doctor wouldn’t mind supervising my bed rest, hm?” your flirting was back with full force, paired with some batted eyelashes for good measure. you delighted in watching james understand the implications, blush rising to sit on his already sun-kissed cheeks.

“what about we start with me walking you home, hm? i don’t think your mother would be pleased with me supervising any activities happening in your bedroom.” you laughed at that, tipping your head back as james took the moment to take your beach tote and sling it on his own shoulder.

“that’s why i have a window, stupid.” you let yourself be led home by james, the two of you laughing and talking until you reached your front door.

you stood on the first step of your small porch, making you closer to level with james’ towering height. you could tell he was about to say something, no doubt flirt or make a dumb joke, but you beat him to it, wrapping your arms tightly around his midsection.

you’d clearly caught him off guard as james took a moment to react, but matched your energy, wrapping you tightly against him until you could practically feel each individual muscle in his body — not that that would be a bad thing.

“i’m really glad you’re okay,” he said softly as you finally pulled away, “you had me really scared there, lovely.” you only smiled in response, unable to produce the same openness that seemed to come so easily from james. you liked to have the last word, though.

“you really earned your title today, baywatch.” you kissed his cheek softly before disappearing into your house to giggle in a way usually entirely unlike you. you were scared this thing you had with james wasn’t just about his lifeguard’s body anymore.

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metallicames · 5 months ago

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Heyyy, can i request a smut with James from the early 80s? I want it rough, with choking and manhandling pleaseeee

i need it, he's too hottt

In the early 80s James looked like a cinnamon roll who could also destroy you if he wanted to!

A/n: usually I don't take requests since I'm afraid of misinterpreting them or not being inspired enough but this one 🤤 hope you like it.

Bad Girl

Warnings: dirty talking, unprotected sex, rough sex, choking, grammatical errors.

I had been waiting for the day off for a week and instead I ended up taking inventory at my brother's bar, he is out of town for commissions so today it's my turn. I take a deep breath, I enter the bar, check the list on the counter and go down to the cellar outside the bar.

The day is hot, muggy, I struggle up the stairs with a case of beer, “Hey! Y/N? Right!?” The unexpected voice makes me jump, I turn around and see the guy who often performs at the bar with his band who is using the recording studio next door, “Oh my god!! You scared me! Yes right.. James!?” he gives me a dazzling toothy smile, I put down the case of beer, huffing and trying to fix the strands of hair that are falling messily from my ponytail. "Aren't you closed on Tuesday?" he asks as he approaches me, it makes me strange to see him in the light of day and above all sober, every time he comes to the bar with his friends he is out of control and I lose count of how many beers he orders.

I must say he has a certain effect on me, he is a really good looking guy, tall, tanned and has a penetrating gaze that enchant me.

“Usually yes, but today I have to sort out some things.. it'll be a long day… are you going to the studio?” I ask him, inevitably looking at him and letting my gaze fall on his excessively tight jeans. "Yes, as usual I'm the first, I'll have to wait a bit..can I give you a hand?"

I accept the help, James lifts the case and takes it to the bar. We start talk about music and random stuff and after at least ten trips back and forth we end up exhausted and sweaty.

"Shall we have a drink?" I ask him out of breathe "Sure! You already know what I'm getting!”. Every time he smiles I feel a strange sensation come over me, if I have to be honest he has always had a certain effect on me and being alone with him amplifies the perception. While I pour the beers I feel his gaze focused on me, there is a few moments of silence interrupted by James' words "You're sexy behind the counter..well, you are sexy in general to be fair" I remain still with my back to him, a wave of heat pervade me and reach my cheeks, I laugh at his comment trying not to give it too much weight. I hand him the beer and he blocks my wrist with his hand staring at me with his amazing blue eyes slightly covered by a lock of blonde hair, he leans over the counter and unexpectedly kisses me. I remain stuck almost petrified, I would never have expected a thing like that but I'm more than happy about how things are turning out.

I let myself go and kiss him back, our tongues meet and taste eachother, his hand ends up behind my neck pulling me towards him, there's an immediate connection and I feel completely comfortable with him.

Shortly after I find myself lying one of the tables near the counter, his hands touch me everywhere, exploring every inch of my body, his breathing is heavy and punctuated by sighs as his fingers stop on the buttons of my shirt before tearing it off without regard, exposing my breasts wrapped in the lace bra. I feel James' face sinking between my breasts, kissing and biting them passionately, as if he hadn't been waiting for anything else for a long time. With one leg he spreads my thighs by applying pressure with his knee, pressing his body against mine. The sensation of the hard and cold surface of the table against my back and James' erection between my legs turn on all my senses.

I thread my fingers through James' hair while he is intent on kissing me everywhere, slowly going down towards my groin. I pull his shirt with my hands towards me so that he can take it off quickly. Seeing him like this, half naked on top of me and smelling his scent makes me understand how much he has always turned me on, every night I saw him perform on stage I felt butterflies in my stomach and I tried to repress the feeling thinking that he would never even notice me and instead now he is here in front of me, just for me.

While I enjoy the sensation of his lips on my skin with a sudden movement he lowers my shorts and thong, but before dropping it to the ground he does something that will always remain imprinted in my mind: he brings it to his face and smells it for a few seconds closing his eyes emitting a light low and deep moan and then moving down towards my groin raising my legs with both hands before starting to kiss my clit causing shivers throughout my body. While he is intent on eating me I lose all inhibitory restraints, I want nothing else in this moment other than the sensation of his mouth on my pussy, his eyes on me and his hand on my breast. “Fuck.. this feels too good” I sigh between moans as I feel his tireless tongue moving in and out of my slit.

While I'm lost in the moment James pulls away from me, takes me from the hips and turns my back, without saying anything just letting out a low growl, I hear the sound of his belt being undone I look at him from the corner of my eyes over my shoulder, I can tell he's as excited as I am by his movements and the way his chest rises and falls deeply. “I've thought about putting you in this position a lot or times” he tells me as he rubs his tip along my folds before entering me with a quick gesture. My instant reaction is to hold on to the edge of the table as I let out a muffled moan, his rough and wild nature has always had an effect on me and now he can express it best and I certainly won't resist.

His thrusts are strong and energetic, I feel his cock reaching the bottom, widening my walls in a continuous and delicious way and the thing that sends me even more into ecstasy is his strong grip on my hair, he pulls them just enough to make me arch my back, "ohhh fuck yeah.. you like that huh?" he pants, holding a hand tight on my hip.

"God y-yess" I can barely say as my eyes roll back in my head. I feel myself getting close to my release, each thrust hitting the right spot that makes me lose my mind, “Choke me” I whine as he continues to hit me “Choke me?? I knew you were a bad girl!!” He squeezes my neck with one hand forcing me to arch my back even more until his grip is strong enough to make me stand up from the table. My back is now against his chest, I can barely breathe "do you like it like this?? Look how much you love getting fucked like a needy slut in your brother's bar.. does he know you're that nasty?” the way he whispers in my ear and his hand tightened around my neck are all I need to come shaken by spasms so strong that I feel my legs give way and James promptly surrounds me with an arm around my waist, decreasing the rhythm of his thrusts but continuing to penetrate me to the hilt until he comes out of me and I slowly try to catch my breath.

"On the couch, now!" he orders slapping me with an open hand on the buttock, I love how he takes control over me and the best thing is, I didn't think I needed it.

I still feel dazed but I head towards the couch sitting on the edge while I feel my humidity expanding along my thighs, James positions himself in front of me, the sweat flows from his toned and tanned chest along his abdomen down to his crotch making him even hotter.

I get closer to his cock and looking up at him I start to lick it while simultaneously sliding my hand along its length: “ yes just like that... take it all, like the dirty needy girl that you're ...c'mon”.

As my pace increases, so do his moans and the obscenities come out of his mouth without control as he pushes my head against his pubis not caring that I'm literally suffocating. The moment I feel his cock throb and swell against my throat James moves away, lowers himself and forcefully pulls me towards him from the hips remaining on his knees on the floor while my back is resting against the edge of the couch. He penetrates me reaching the bottom, my still sensitive pussy welcomes him squeezing him making him let out a low moan: "this pussy is perfect..f-ffuck I'm loosing my mind.." he let out while my breasts bounce in rhythm with his increasingly faster movements, my hands end up on his ass, squeezing it and pushing it even further towards me.

A drop of sweat falls from his forehead ending up on my chin: "shit.. I'm soaked" he breathe out, without even thinking about it I lick it smiling at him, I've reached a point where I want everything about him, literally everything, is as if it's making a primordial instinct of mine resurface.

“God I'm so close.. I'm gonna explode.. mmmh” the rhythm of his breaths increases, he grinds his teeth and shortly after I feel a hot jet filling me until it comes out and wets my thighs. My hands loosen their grip on his buttocks, James slowly stops, I take the opportunity to move my hips up and down a little more, crossing my arms behind his neck enjoying the last moments of our connection "ohhh yess.. mmmh fuck" I can't get enough of his moans.

"you're so hot James..." I sigh as a hand caresses his face and then passes through his golden hair, we lose ourselves in a slow and sensual kiss while I still feel him inside me.

“You too.. you looked so innocent and shy.. it drives me crazy to see that you are as eager and horny as me… you match my dirty mind” his words accompanied by his caresses are like a warm cuddle in stark contrast to the rough and wild sex of a few moments before.

We lie on the couch for a few moments, enjoying the sight of our naked, sweaty and satisfied bodies, until James starts to get dressed.

"See you in the next few days? I mean.. if you like, only the two of us.." His question takes me by surprise but I let out a pleased smile. "Why not?!.. Friday at 2 pm I have a break for a couple of hours so.." I feel myself blushing slightly for no reason as I talk to him. "Perfect.. see you on Friday then." He winks at me and walks out the door.

I stay on the couch for a while longer, staring at the ceiling and thinking about what just happened with an idiotic smile on my face.

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wizard-on-whales · 3 months ago

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I feel like James would purposely try to get you to walk in on him jerking off. And it doesn't matter, it would be any era of him. He does all he can to seem subtle about it and not make you suspect that he's actually doing it on purpose and he can tell it's working because you're always so surprised and blushing and stammering an apology as you walk away quickly.

Maybe your his assistant and he's been flirting with you for months, trying to get you to fold and mess around with him. He gave up on the flirting awhile ago, realizing it didn't have much of an affect on you. Now he'll occasionally send you off to grab something, telling you it will "probably take a while". But it doesn't actually take a while and within a few minutes your opening his hotel door again and he's leaning against the headboard, his cock in hand as he gives it long, slow strokes. His shirt is still on but he's got up pushed all the way up over his pecks and you can see his abs flexing with every movement. You freeze, your eyes going wide and cheeks turning bright red.

"Oh! oh my god...I-Im so sorry ..," You stutter incoherently, tripping over your own feet as you try to turn to leave the room.

"You can leave that there," James says casually, referring to the notebook he had you go fetch which was getting crushed in your hands. Your eyes flicker back over to him for a second to see where he was pointing. It happened to be the nightstand right next to him. You awkwardly make your way over to it, turning your head as far away from his direction as you could before quickly placing it down and heading back to the door.

"Oh, could you go get me some more beer too? I'll be done by the time you get back," He says with a hint of amusement in his voice. You nod your head, not bothering to look at him again but you could hear his movements pick back up, the sound of his hand flapping against his hard cock. You leave the room with your face bright red and your heart pounding in your chest.

Or maybe you two have been dating for awhile but your still a bit shy around him which he absolutely loves to tease you about. A week earlier your friend had called about going out for lunch this Saturday which you gladly agreed to. But while you were grocery shopping yesterday afternoon she called the house to unfortunately cancel. But since you weren't there, James picked up. He of course didn't tell you that she had canceled just to start forming his little plan.

Saturday morning rolls around and you're giving him a small kiss before you leave. As soon as the door closes he makes his way to the couch and falls down on it, kicking all of his clothes off and lazily stroking himself for a while. And of course his plan works well as shortly after you walk back through the front door.

"Home so soon?" James, calls to the front entrance.

"I guess she had to cancel on me," You say as you kick off your shoes. You step into the living room where you're met by the sight. Your cheeks go pink and you glance away from him shyly. He just grins at you.

"Sorry you couldn't go," He says simply, stroking himself a little faster now that he sees the sight of you in your little summer dress with your pink cheeks.

"Yeah...uh, I'll leave you to it..." You mutter shyly, going to turn away but he stops you.

"Ah, no. At least help a guy out a little. Just stand there and look pretty for me baby, won't take long," He grins at you, You feel your whole body heat up, your face turning even redder as you stand there and watch him. He strokes himself faster, not bothering to be shy about the groans and whines he makes, his eyes never once leaving you. And like he promised, it only takes a few minutes before he makes a mess across his abdomen and hand, his seed spilling in large quantities over his skin.

"Be a doll and get me a wash cloth, would ya?" He asks a bit out of breath, a smile still on his somewhat sweaty face.

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juanarc-thethird · 11 months ago

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Can you do the "He has risen baby girl" scene as well? Maybe it is Jacques who pretends to be sad about what happened to Jaune and Nora.

Continuation of "That" scene from DeadPool & Wolverine

Very small spoilers

The moment Nora and Jaune joined hands to overload the machine, it exploded with the two of them in the middle. Ruby and Ren were knocked back by the blast wave. When they came to, seconds later, they saw that where their friends were standing was completely destroyed.

Ren: Did they...

Ruby: Come on Ren, get up and help me find them!

Ren: Yes!

Just as they stand up to start looking for them, some guards from the Schnee company grabbed them.

Ren: Huh?!

Ruby: Hey! Let me go!

They are taken upstairs where Weiss and the rest of his friends are, all immobilized. Weiss is tied to a chair, Blake is handcuffed, and Yang is tied in chains.

Ruby: Girls, are you okay?!

Blake: We are, but we have bigger problems.

At that moment Jacques Schnee appears, looking at all the destruction his machine caused.

Jacques: Look what you did to my machine. My poor, poor machine. You kids will pay for this.

Ruby: What?! You're the one responsible for all this in the first place!

Ren: When Ironwood finds out about this he'll put you behind bars!

Yang: And we all know your hair is just a wig!

Jacques: *red* What did you say! You little-

Weiss: What was that?

Yang: Sorry, I'm still a little angry.

Jacques: It doesn't matter, no one will know about this.

Ironwood: Nobody will know about what, exactly?

Jacques is startled when he hears his voice and turns to look at the general.

Jacques: James?! What are you doing here?

Ironwood: We noticed a power anomaly in this area and came to investigate. Are you responsible for this?!

Jacques: *Nervous* A-Am I responsible for this?! Well, in stopping the machine, yes!

Ruby: He is ly-Hmmm!!

One of the guards covered Ruby's mouth before she could say anything. The others did the same with her friends to prevent any trouble.

Jacques: *Fake crying* Two brave heroes, a young men and a young woman with promising futures, gave their lives for us. I looked upon them as my own children. But that doesn't matter anymore. There is nothing in this world that I can do or that anyone can do to bring them back...

Nora: He has risen baby girl!

Jacques: *Angry* FUCK!

"Iris" by the Goo Goo Dolls, starts playing in the background for some reason.

Everyone turns to where Nora's voice was heard and sees her and Jaune appear safe and sound. Sparks from the rubble fall on the two of them as they walk towards the group. Nora's suit was somewhat burned while Jaune was sweaty, showing off his shiny muscles as sparks from the rubble bounce off of the two of them.

Nora: *Smiling* We found the off switch

Jaune: *Angry* And we're doing just fine, you piece of shit.

Blake/Yang/Ruby: 👀 👀 👀*Looking at Jaune's abs... respectfully... Ish*

Weiss: *Aslo looking with fuck me eyes* Fine indeed~💕

Nora: All right... *takes a jacket and gives it to Jaune* Put your greasy tits away you preening slut.

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moonsgemini · 7 months ago

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american heartbreak - iii

summary: hangovers and early mornings don’t mix. The early farmer’s market is looking like June’s Everest but surprise visits and unexpected coffee rendezvous with Rafe makes it all worth it.

warnings: cowboy!rafe x oc, fem reader, she/her, mentions of possible break in, so much fluff, a little self depreciation, some sexual stuff-ish not smut tho, rafe being an absolute sweetheart

an: y’all I fell in love with this series again. I have no idea where it’s going but I like it so far! also idk who wants to be tagged in this anymore so that’s why I didn’t tag anyone

series masterlist - previous part

June Summers vowed to never drink again as she slumped in the foldable chair behind the buckets of flowers. She was glad Amber hadn’t woken up hungover so that she could take over most of the hospitality. If she talks too much she’s convinced she’ll puke again.

At least the cold was helping with the hangover, and she wasn’t entirely too mad about the previous night out. But then she remembered she threw up in front of Rafe and wants to crawl out of her skin. Embarrassment prickled at her spine thinking about how she wouldn’t be surprised if he never wants to hangout with her again.

“That poor boy is so love struck he watched you puke all over your boots and on his! and he really didn’t say a thing,” Amber laughed once some customers walked away.

June groaned pulling her brown carhartt jacket closer, it used to belong to her dad so it was oversized and well loved.

She didn’t need a reminder of the bad parts of last night. She had already been replaying it in her head, “He was just being nice. God he’s probably never going to want to see me again.” She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples trying to relieve the headache. She really wished she had some coffee right now.

“Uhhh I really highly doubt that,” Amber laughed beside her.

June looked up at her only to find her friend pointing in the direction of someone. When she looked over her heart dropped. Not sure if she was excited or not yet. Rafe held a cup holder of coffees and a grin on his perfect face as he walked towards the booth. His eyes never leaving June once he found her. Who was currently wanting to crawl out of her skin.

June ran her fingers through her hair to at least look somewhat put together. She crawled out of bed at the last minute and barely did anything to get ready.

She was seeing a lot more of Rafe than usual. It was causing her to have permanently sweaty palms and a rapid heart beat.

“Good mornin ladies,” Rafe nodded his head at the two women behind the endless bundles of flowers.

Amber smiled almost too widely, “Well good mornin Rafe. Now what brings you to the market?”

He chuckled, “Well I know you ladies had a long night. So I figured I’d bring some coffee,” He held one of the cups up and looked over at June, “Got your favorite June bug.”

The butterflies in her stomach fluttered, “T-thanks Rafe, you really didn’t have to,” She stood and walked around to meet him in front of the flowers, “Especially after last night.”

He watched her sip her coffee. Pride bloomed in his chest at her small smile and content sigh, “I had a feeling you’d need extra coffee today.”

“This is actually our first of the day,” Amber sighed dramatically while sipping her own coffee.

“Really?” Rafe questioned with raised brows, “I’m assuming you haven’t eaten either?”

June nodded, “We sorta woke up late.”

His brows furrowed in concern, “I’ll go get y’all food otherwise that hangover will never cure,” He was about to walk away to go to the diner for food when Amber stopped him.

“Rafe take June out, I can handle it from here,” Amber smirked knowing her friend wants to murder her but knows June will thank her later.

June started getting nervous, “Uh are you sure Amber? But you need food too.”

She shrugged, “I’ll call James to bring me something. Plus you drank more than I did so you need some bacon in your system.”

“You heard the woman. Come on June bug, breakfast on me,” He smiled at her.

June’s face felt hot and the nausea she had been feeling was coming back ten fold. She’d never spent that much alone time with him and the thought of it was making her sick. At the same time she was feeling giddy that he was so willing to take her out. It was all so confusing. His charm and kindness not helping her feelings.

June stood up and grabbed her purse, “Okay well if things start to get crazy call me Amber.”

“Mhmmm sure,” Amber smirked as she waved them off.

June sat across from Rafe in Mickey’s Diner. It was everyone’s favorite breakfast spot in town, they had the best waffles. Which was what June was currently working on in front of her. The toast and bacon she already had helped her feel like herself again.

Rafe noticed the color returning to her cheeks. He was starting to really enjoy taking care of her. He knows she’s fully capable of doing it herself which is why it felt good that she was letting him do this.

They had talked about anything and everything. Once he had the conversation going her nerves calmed but the butterflies still fluttered every now and then. They reminisced on old elementary school days, when they used to play soccer together, and ride horses. June came to realize that Rafe was so easy to talk to because he always listened and gave his full attention.

“Juney I think you and I need to hangout more,” Rafe said with a lopsided grin before taking the last bite of his omelette.

She let out a breathy laugh looking down at her suddenly much more interesting waffles, “You don’t mean that.”

His brows furrowed in confusion, “You should know by now I never say anything I don’t mean.”

Their waitress, Tamara, walked over saving June from Rafe’s intense words, “Everything good y’all? Need more coffee miss summers?”

She shook her head, “Yes please Tammy.” She nodded her head smiling and began refilling the vintage blue mug. The three of them had gone to high school together. Tamara worked at the diner in high school and eventually bought it out and fixed it up.

“I’ll leave the check here for you but no rush. You take all the time you need,” She winked at the pair before sauntering off.

Everyone knew about Rafe and June, they weren’t blind. They saw the way June got flustered when she was around him and all the longing stares she sent his way. At first no one saw it in Rafe but his all consuming crush became well all consuming. He couldn’t hide how his eyes lit up and he stood up a little straighter when June was around anymore.

“So what do you have planned for the rest of the day?” He asked as he swallowed his last bite of hash browns, “The shop isn’t open today right?”

She shook her head, “‘No it’s just the farmer’s market we do on Sunday’s and well I guess I’m off for today,” She laughed softly. If she thought about how she was having breakfast with Rafe after puking her guts out in front of him she’d start to feel light headed. Having his attention was addicting and overwhelming.

“You deserve a day off, especially after last night.”

She groaned, “Don’t remind me, it’s so embarrassing.” The heat of embarrassment traveled up her neck and to her cheeks.

He shook his head with a playful smile, “Don’t be. It happens to the best of us. Can I tell you a secret?” He began to whisper as he leaned in slightly. She nodded her head curiously.

“I’ve been in that same position myself maybe once of twice,” He shrugged, “or more than a few times.”

She laughed sitting up straight, “I don’t think that’s much of a secret Rafe.”

He shrugged again a smirk playing on his lips, “But it made you feel better right?”

She nodded. His story didn’t exactly make her feel better, more like his small effort to not let her feel embarrassed.

“Back to what’s important, what are your plans today?”

She thought for a second about what her plans were. June was going to spend her afternoon watching cheesy rom coms with popcorn and order greasy pizza for dinner. Probably home alone because James and Amber usually spent the evenings together. But things have changed, “Uh no I was just going to watch movies all afternoon.”

He nodded and hummed, “Hmmm so that means we’re spending the day together.”

She nearly choked on the last sip of coffee, “Oh, we are?”

He smiled, “We are June bug. When was the last time you came over?”

June couldn’t believe this conversation was happening. Rafe wanted to spend the entire day together. Things like that don’t happen to June Summers.

“Umm probably not since Sarah’s graduation party. She always comes to ours when she’s in town.”

“It really has been that long,” He realized he hadn’t heard the echo of her laugh coming down the hallway in years. He loved when Sarah invited her over. He cleared his throat as he pulled out his wallet, “Then today is the day you go back and I’ll show you around the Ranch. We’ve got some new cows and horses I want to introduce you to.”

She laughed, “Whatever you want Rafe. Oh I can pay for mine that’s okay,” she reached for her purse but Rafe’s loud scoff stopped her.

“I’d never make a pretty girl pay for a meal. Your company is payment enough bug.”

Her cheeks were going to melt off her face if he kept making her feel this hot and mushy.

Rafe felt like he was in one of his daydreams. Sunday’s were his days to relax and rest. On those days he’d spend them on the back porch day dreaming of June. Walking with her through the pasture to the big willow tree that was at the end of their land. He’d be holding her hand, pulling her towards him every few minutes to plant a kiss on her lips. She’d laugh and blush as she hugged him or playfully pushed him. But then Ward would come outside and sit next to him. He’d start talking about Rafe’s upcoming ride and that daydream would be nothing but a dream.

Now his dreams were coming to fruition as he and June walked towards the willow tree. Except he couldn’t pull her in for a kiss or wrap his arms around her. At least not yet.

After breakfast Rafe drove them to his house. June was greeted by his border collie Ranger as she stepped inside the familiar home. He led her outback and showed her the two new cows they got. As well as the baby chicks that just hatched.

He watched her swoon over the cute animals and it made his heart swoon. How gently she held the baby chick and spoke it as if it were a real baby. God he was royally screwed. This crush he thought he could hide and suppress throughout the years was impossible to tame these days.

Now he was walking them towards the willow tree. The soft breeze of the afternoon making the smell of her shampoo float his way. She had also taken off her jacket and hoodie leaving her in a black tank top and jeans that made her ass look fantastic.

Rafe was struggling to keep his eyes from wandering. It was hard when her tank top would ride up a little and reveal a sliver of her stomach. Her skin looking so soft and smooth he wanted to lick it. The tank top also revealed a good bit of cleavage that had him practically drooling.

June was trying her absolute best not to combust. It felt like she was seven running around the Cameron ranch with Sarah as Rafe tried to tag one of them. Except this time Sarah wasn’t there and they’re not playing tag. Rafe isn’t a nine year old boy but a grown man, a very handsome grown man. One with big arms and facial hair.

Once they reached the willow tree Rafe spread out the blanket he had brought. June sat down and closed her eyes enjoying the breeze and the warm sun that peeked through the willow tree. Rafe sat beside her leaning back on his hands. He watched her as the wind blew the little pieces of hair that framed her face. The sun making her skin look glowy and kissable.

“I don’t care what anybody says, I could never leave this town,” She said turning to him. She was surprised to find him looking at her already.

He nodded, “This place is beautiful but you never want that big city life?”

She laughed shaking her head, “I don’t think it’s for me. I like being close to everyone I care about and I love my job here.”

“Some days I wanna leave,” Rafe admits as he turns to watch the cows feeding behind the fence a few yards away.

June’s brows furrowed, “Really?”

He nodded, “The people can get a bit too much. All the gossip, and being away from my dad kinda sounds nice some days.”

She tucked her hair behind her ear as she picked at some tufts of grass, “You do get gossiped about a lot huh?”

“About how I do on rides, who I’m sleeping with, what am I gonna do when I can’t do this anymore. It’s just a lot sometimes but I’ve got a couple reason’s to stay,” He shrugged looking over at her with a smirk.

A spark of confidence ignited in her, “Good, I’d miss seeing you around.”

He looked over at her with a hint of a smug smirk, “Yeah?”

She nodded her head, “Who else would still want to be my friend after watching me puke.”

He laughed, “I’d still be your friend even if you puked on me. You can never get rid of me June bug.”

Her face heated up. Even if she never got to have Rafe the way she imagined at night before she fell asleep then she’d settle for his friendship.

Rafe and June sat under that willow tree and talked for hours. Until the sky turned to pink and purple hues, then Rafe drove her home and walked her to her door. It felt like a date. She wished he’d kiss her on the porch and ask her out again, but it didn’t happen.

He waited until he heard her lock the door from the inside and then headed back to his truck. A small smile on his lips, it was the best day he’d had in a really long time.

No bull ride, no trophy, no adrenaline rush was as good as spending time with June.

A few days later June was sat at home after a long day of getting a wedding order ready. She had changed into her cute pajamas and put on her comfort movie, how to lose a guy in 10 days, and was eating ice cream out of the carton. Amber was spending the night at James’ so she bad the house all to herself.

She figures this is what her life is going to look like when Amber moves in with James. It’s not happening yet but you had a feeling it would soon. She didn’t mind being alone, sometimes it was pretty nice after the chaos of a long day. There was no need to worry about her every move and be polite to everyone she could just be.

The only downside was that she had way too much time to think about Rafe and his big hands and broad shoulders. She could drool just thinking about his handsome face. Spending the day with him had only intensified her crush. It was far more than a crush now. June was convinced she’d never be in a relationship because the only man she wants is him. Yet it doesn’t feel like the only woman he wants is her.

The opinions she had of herself were causing her to go into a spiral of overthinking. What if Rafe just liked being friends with her because he wasn’t attracted to her and liked just being friends. He probably never means for it to go anywhere. He’s had all this time if he wanted June so why would he just act on it now.

June felt like she wasn’t as pretty as the other girls she typically saw around Rafe. They were all bombshells with much more to offer than her. She was soft and comfortable, something she doesn’t think Rafe is looking for.

Her self deprecating thoughts came to a halt as she heard rustling on her front porch. It sounded like someone was walking around. Then June swears she heard the door knob jiggle, like someone trying to open it.

In that moment she regretted telling James they didn’t need a camera. After a minute silence June turned around on the couch and tried to peak through the blinds but she couldn’t see anything. Plus if there were an intruder she didn’t want to open the blinds all the way and give herself away.

Her palms began to sweat at the thought of someone coming in while she slept. She grabbed her phone off the coffee table and debated on who to call.

She didn’t want to interrupt James and Ambers night over something that was probably silly. Also calling the sheriff felt a little embarrassing if it ended up being a raccoon.

Her thumb hovered over the first person she thought of but wasn’t sure if she should bother him. Then the footsteps on the porch sounded heavier as they walked around probably trying to peak through the windows.

“Oh god,” June mumbled in fear, “just do it.” She groaned to herself as she pressed call.

After two rings he answered, “Hey sweetheart.” He said and she could tell he was smiling. If she wasn’t frozen in fear her heart would have swelled.

“Rafe,” She whispered, “I think someone is trying to break in.”

Rafe was also on his couch doing nothing. He had been debating on heading down to the bar. James was out with Amber and that was really his only friend despite everyone claiming to be his friend.

He was on high alert now sitting up straight, “What? Where are you?” Now he was standing putting his shoes on and grabbing his keys

“I’m home alone, it sounds like someone is walking around the house,” She said in a hushed tone.

June heard Rafe’s front door slam closed and the crunch of gravel as he basically ran to his truck, “I’ll be there in ten. Just stay on the phone with me.”

She nodded but realized he couldn’t see her, “Okay.”

“Where are you right now?” He asked as he drive down the dirt road leaving his ranch.

June had tucked herself into the corner of their sectional under her big fuzzy blanket, “Uh on the couch. I’m too scared to move.”

“That’s okay bug,” A side of his mouth quirked at the thought of her all cozied up on the couch.

She sighed, “Maybe I should have that camera installed huh?” She joked.

“I’ll set one up tomorrow.”

“It’s okay Rafe I can d-“

“I know you can June bug but I want to,” He cut her off, “I don’t like you being there alone with no type of security.”

She was glad he couldn’t see the blush that rose to her cheeks, “I live with Amber though so I’m not always alone.”

“Well both of you need it. Plus Amber and James have been having way too many date nights lately so you’re alone more often than not,” He argued.

“That’s true,” June hadn’t really noticed that Amber has been gone a lot lately.

A pit in her stomach formed at the thought of not living with her best friend. Of course she was happy for her but it was bitter sweet.

The sound of a car in the drive way pulled her out of her thoughts, “I’m pulling up, I’ll knock on the door after I’ve looked around okay?”

“Okay,” She mumbled and then he hung up. Knowing Rafe was outside brought her out of her frozen fear and she got up to pace the living room. Biting her nails as she awaited his knock. June heard more rustling outside but she was sure it was Rafe now.

A few minutes later he knocked on the door and called her name. She rushed over unlocking and opening it to reveal the 6’2 cowboy. He was wearing a backwards hat that had her throat tightening. He smiled at her and opened his mouth about to say something when he took in what she was wearing.

Rafe was sure she was trying to torture him.

Her small pajama set had his jeans feeling tight in the front. The small black tight shorts and the small lilac tank top she had on were leaving very little to the imagination. To top it all off she wasn’t wearing a bra and the cool summer air was making her nipples pebble just begging to be touched by him.

He cleared his throat and looked back up at her. June had noticed her lack of clothing and crosses her arms over her chest. Which didn’t really help Rafe it just pushed her boobs up and made her shirt ride up so the soft skin of her stomach was showing.

He swallowed harshly, “Uh there’s nothing to be worried about sweetheart. If there was someone here they’re gone, it could have been a raccoon.”

She nodded, “Okay, thank you Rafe for coming. I just didn’t know who else to call.”

He leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed, “You can call me whenever you need me. I’ll be there.” June was going to have a permanent blush because of him.

“Can you stay with me?” She asked abruptly.

His eyes widened slightly. Not because he didn’t want to but because he’s so surprised she asked first. He was already trying to find a way to coax her to hangout with him.

She took his silence as rejected and her word vomiting started, “It’s okay if you don’t. I’m sure everything’s fine and you probably have plans. Like with your friends or like a date or something.”

Rafe shook his head with a soft smile, “Nope no plans other than hanging out with you.” He stepped in and shut the door behind him.

She followed him back to the living room with a small smile on her face. He was not helping the crush that was blooming into something way more.

It’s always been something more. It’s always been that scary word that she’s never felt like admitting to anyone. It was easy to keep the feelings down and minimize it to an infatuation level but lately those feelings have been fighting to be let out. Rafe’s kindness was too much for her.

He plopped down on the couch right in the middle, “What are we watching?”

She squeezed herself back into the corner of the couch. Her bare legs touching his jean clad ones. Their shoulders brushing against each other. Were the walls suddenly closing in on her?

“I was watching how to lose a guy in 10 days but we can watch something else since it’s almost over,” She shrugged.

He looked over at her with a mischievous smirk, “How about a scary movie?”

“After all of that? No thank you.” She huffed.

He laughed, “Come on I’m here now to protect you June bug.”

She sighed dramatically, “Fine, but you pick.”

They were on the third movie of the Scream franchise when her eyelids started getting heavier. It was hard to fight sleep when she was so cozy tucked into the couch with her blanket she was sharing with Rafe.

At some point, during a jump scare, her head ended up on his shoulder. After the scene was over she didn’t bother to move it and Rafe didn’t seem to mind.

The movie was over when Rafe heard her small snores beside him. He smiled as he looked down at her. Lips pouty and a small furrow between her brows. He didn’t want to wake her so he gently moved his arm so her head was now on his chest. She snuggled closer up to him.

Rafe was in heaven. He wished time could stop and it could just be this forever. He did his best to maneuver her to pick June up bridal style to take her up to her room.

As he started walking up the stairs she stirred in his arms, “Mmph Rafe?” She mumbled.

“It’s okay baby just go back to sleep,” He murmured trying to ignore the fact that that was the first time he’d ever used that pet name for her.

She mumbled, “Stay.”

“Huh?” He asked as he gently kicked the door to her room open. It smelled like June in there and Rafe was ready to drown in it.

“Stay with me,” She mumbled as he set her down on the soft bed, “What if ghost face gets me.”

June would blame her boldness on the fact that she was half asleep, but she wasn’t regretting a single word.

He chuckled softly, “I’ll stay. But uh,” he scratched the back of his head, “I just need to take my clothes off.” He wasn’t usually shy so he doesn’t know where this bashfulness was coming from.

June nodded and mumbled, “Perfect.”

He laughed and took his shoes, shirt, and jeans off. Leaving him in just his boxers and hat. He tossed the hat onto her dresser before gently pushing her over so he could slide in. She was already asleep again but the dip in the bed woke her up a bit. Enough to have her inching towards him to lay her head on his chest. He really hoped she wouldn’t feel how hard he is and freak her out. He’s not even horny he’s just excited to be so close to her.

Rafe was sure this was heaven.

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fatcopia · 9 days ago

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Could I get more thoughts on Terzo and his flirting with siblings in gross sweaty clothes, reeking of stale cigarettes and booze? I love that he projects this perfect façade on stage but I totally agree i think he can be a real mess a lot of the time.

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Under a cut because this is LONG AS HELL lmao. Slob ahead but like. Very very mild. Also a warning for power imbalance? Hes the head of the church okay its not like some random sibling can just tell him to kick rocks.

He is so very very sleazy. He will flirt with anyone he finds even mildly attractive. In my mind its more of like. A reflex/masking his actual personality which is pretty unlikable. But nonetheless, he does it. Its part of him trying to maintain his charisma he has on stage even if he looks like a complete mess. He knows he looks like a mess but it doesn't stop him.

He does it to any and all siblings. If they haven't outright told him to piss off and cut that out, he'll lay it on thick. He's just woken up (at like 2pm) and he's barely gotten rid of the sleep in his eyes, still in his nasty sweat stained tank top and sweatpants he's been wearing for days now. Last night's face paint not so much "removed" as much as it was smeared unceremoniously onto his silk pillow cases. He's hungover as shit and still STINKS of brandy or what have you. And he's a big time smoker so there's really never a time he DOESN'T smell like cigarettes. Speaking of which... he's taking his "morning" smoke (at 2pm.) when he catches a particularly beautiful sibling tending to the garden nearby.

He approaches them, cigarette gently caught in his teeth, dangling over his chapped lip which still has black facepaint remnants smeared over it. He thinks he looks like James Dean, or Gomez Addams.... He looks more like someone's drunk uncle on Halloween. They stand at attention a bit seeing Papa approaching them.

He leans up against the wall, rather ungracefully, exposing his hairy armpit and the side of his man-boob that doesn't quite fit in his tank top anymore. They can't stop staring at it jiggling as he gesticulates with his other hand. He plucks his cigarette from his mouth and taps some ashes from the end of it right onto the flowers they were just watering.

His words are surprisingly suave. They dont sound rehearsed. No cheesy pick up lines or unwanted comments on their body that would instantly repel them. He seems so genuine, asking about their time at the ministry... what else they do besides watering flowers... what they do in their free time... he's a very attentive listener who only ever comes back with compliments. He's very charming, once they can get past the overwhelming smell of cigarettes and booze that makes their throat burn. And he is a very handsome man under the cracked, melting black and white face paint slowly mottling to grey in the valleys of his wrinkles as he sweats his hangover out.

He asks their name and they shyly give it to him, and he repeats it on an exhale of smoke. Its sensual, despite the tightening in their throat from the smell. He gives them a personal invite to his quarters sometime, and they're left so conflicted. Its so rare anybody got to see Papa in such a disheveled state. And it should've been unbecoming. It WAS unbecoming, in fact. But they can't help but be very very tempted by that invitation... they spend the rest of the day with a bit of a dry cough, their lungs still burning from his cigarette smoke and boozey body odor.

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winters-on-the-wing · 4 months ago

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verity fair - a marauders oneshot

james potter and lily evans start to grow closer as they approach adulthood, and feelings between them are developing that they're still struggling to understand. but when severus snape decides to slip some veritaserum into james' drink as a petty means of revenge, truths slip from james before he's ready to admit them.

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Seventh year was when things started to feel more serious for Lily Evans.

She didn't really consider herself a serious person, she loved to tell jokes and act silly, and she often found herself using things like academics, hobbies, and political activism to put distance between herself and genuine human connection. She was the girl who had everything, the girl who did everything. When people saw her, they didn't detect a trace of vulnerability. And that was because she didn't let them.

At least, she tried not to let them. There was one boy in her life who seemed to see right through her, and infuriatingly enough, that was James Fleamont Potter.

He occupied a little too much space in Lily's mind for her liking, to the point where she could close her eyes and envision a spitting image of him right in front of her. That tall, elegant frame, lithe and strong. That soft brown skin that looked almost milky. Those stupidly huge brown eyes, round as a deer's.

And then, of course, there was his sex appeal. Something that Lily felt awkward thinking about, but once she started, it was hard to stop. How could she not get a little flushed when his long, slender, sweaty hand high-fived her after a Quidditch game, his palm lingering against hers for just a second, enough for Lily to feel their heartbeats pulsing together? Was it wrong to feel a sudden lurch just below her stomach whenever James spoke to her in that pitiful, whiny, pleading tone of his? And those eyes. Even Lily could see how they clouded over, glimmering with devotion whenever they looked her way.

Who wouldn't fall for that?

That was what made this whole situation so frustrating. Of course James was an attractive guy, that couldn't be denied, but Lily often had to remind herself that his personality left plenty to be desired.

He was too smart for his own good, brilliant and arrogant to the point of rolling his eyes and groaning in class because the assignments were too easy. Half the time he did it, Lily wanted to throttle him.

He played stupid pranks, constantly picking fights with her friend Severus, though Lily couldn't deny that it was a bit nice to see Severus fall from grace whenever he made a disparaging remark about muggle-borns. Lily occasionally wondered if James somehow knew how much Snape's comments really got to her. But still, he was rude in a juvenile way, playing immature jokes that were embarrassing to witness.

He was loud, brash and brazen when he was with his friends. Lily often found herself watching the dorky group that called themselves The Marauders. If the four of them had been any less brilliant (or conventionally attractive), they would have been teased mercilessly for such a corny concept. Sirius Black was the ringleader, a boy who Lily respected, but tended to stay away from. He was a powerful force, and an unpredictable one. Lily often felt like she couldn't guess what Sirius would do next, and that was exactly the sort of presence she hated being around.

Unlike Sirius, Lily mused, James was sturdy. He wasn't well-behaved by any stretch of the imagination, but he was tragically predictable. Lily couldn't help but chuckle amusedly as she pondered the way James strolled through life, unknowingly falling into patterns. He was such a smart boy, endlessly bright in all things that could be solved with curiosity. He passed his classes with flying colors without ever opening the book. But there was something about pattern recognition that just escaped the poor guy. And Lily loved it.

She hated the word calculating. When she heard it, Lily pictured narrowed eyes and soft smirks as unsuspecting innocents fell into traps. But she could not deny that to an extent, calculating was what she was. Lily gravitated towards people she could see through.

Perhaps it was a trauma response from her early childhood.

Perhaps it was a lasting effect of being a muggle-born in a world that wanted her exterminated.

Or maybe she was just a bitch.

Either way, Lily couldn't deny such a clear fact about herself. Doing so would be delusional. So she figured it was alright to think about James Potter in such a way for now. It wasn't like he would ever know how deeply he affected her. In a way, this was payback, for his ensnaring her with that stupid, impish little smile.

And besides, everybody had secrets.

If Lily's secrets stayed in her head, then everything would be perfectly fine.

---

"What's the matter, Snivellus? You've always been a hardhead! Now, it's just more obvious!"

James laughed heartily as he watched Severus stumble around the courtyard, a pumpkin encasing his head and preventing him from being able to see in front or around him. Lily rolled her eyes and looked away, hiding a smile behind her book. Melofors. Classic. It was a wonder that Sev didn't see it coming, considering that this was James' third time performing this jinx that month.

"Get rid of it!" Severus snapped, "Now! I'm warning you, Potter, you reverse the spell or you'll regret it!"

James tapped his chin, as if deliberating. His actions were so dramatized that the small crowd that formed around him tittered with laughter at his antics.

"I don't think I will," James declared, "At least, not until you apologize to Lily! I heard what you said to Mulciber about her behind her back, I heard every word!"

Lily couldn't help but peek above her book, her curiosity piqued. She wasn't stupid. She knew that Snape talked about her behind her back. Snape was shy, but he wasn't quiet. Lily had heard her fair share of backstabbing remarks about things so shameful that she couldn't gather the courage to confront Severus about them. How could she when she knew that Severus would only double-down on them anyway?

It was difficult, being friends with a boy like Severus. But at the same time, it was weirdly easier to stay than it was to leave. Lily found herself opening her mouth to fight back against Severus' bigoted views, and then closing it again. Whenever they got into a fight, it exhausted her, and then Severus groveled uselessly until she gave in and forgave him for a crime that he never truly apologized for. It was unfulfilling, but deceptively difficult to break away from.

Though it was grotesque to think about, when James picked on Severus, it was the only time she got to be away from his suffocating, constant presence. It seemed that even when they were apart, Severus' eyes were always on her, but his eyes didn't cloud with adoration the way James' did. They glittered with obsession. And that gaze only tore away when Severus was distracted by James' antics.

"I didn't say anything behind Lily's back!" Snape spat, his voice muffled by the pumpkin over his head.

"Usually, when someone lies, people say that they were caught red-handed, but I'm gonna go ahead and say that you were caught orange-headed," James retorted impishly, before demanding again, "Apologize to Lily."

"You apologize to Lily!" Snape shot back, "You're the one that's always begging her to date you, trailing after her like some lovesick puppy, she doesn't want you, bloke! She's not interested in an idiotic blood traitor like you! It's bad enough she's what she is, and she and I both know that the last thing she needs is someone like you dragging her down farther!"

The courtyard went silent. Not even the birds chirped a single note. Lily felt cold inside. She was suddenly glad that Severus had a pumpkin over his head, for she didn't want him to see the tears that were forming in her eyes.

But James didn't look surprised like the other students in the courtyard did. His large brown eyes blazed, and his lips curled into a snarl of utter disgust.

He muttered the counter-spell under his breath, and the pumpkin fell away, revealing Severus' face once more. James leaned forward, glaring with palpable rage.

Nobody moved. Nobody breathed, until finally, James spoke, his voice low and horrible.

"People like you are the reason why this war is still going on," he said, all mischief gone from his voice. Right now, James Potter was dead serious. "And I don't care what I have to do if it means that you'll never talk that way about Lily Evans or any other muggleborn again."

It was terrifying to see James like this. He rarely lost his temper, always keeping his cool, even during the most intense of pranks. But this wasn't a prank anymore. It was politics, and what's more, it was war. Not even James could joke about what was happening. Every day, people were disappearing. Students, professors, strangers. The papers were filled with obituaries of people who hadn't even reached their twenties.

This was so much deeper than putting a pumpkin on somebody's head.

Severus only backed away a few steps. James glared, and glared, and he did not stop until Severus turned around and walked briskly away from the courtyard.

Everybody else visibly relaxed, starting to talk amongst themselves again, but Lily knew this wasn't over. She could tell by the way Severus' shoulders were tensed up to his ears. He was up to something. But as she stood, a hand gently brushed against her arm, turning her around.

Lily was a tall girl, but James was still taller. He held her steady, and the way he touched her was a sensation that nobody else in her life had ever come close to emulating. James was so...gentle. He touched Lily as if she was the most precious, fragile thing, like he knew how much of a privilege it was to touch her.

Even if it was just a brush on the arm.

Lily went red as she caught herself romanticizing such an ordinary gesture.

"Potter," she addressed, stiffening and looking straight up at him, tilting her head to the side curiously. "Did you want something?"

"Well, sorta," James said, shoving his hands into his pockets. Lily could see as he did this that his whole body was slightly trembling. Most certainly, aftershocks from the interaction with Severus. Lily didn't blame him. She was shaking too, and she hadn't even spoken.

James continued.

"I was wondering if we could study together!" he blurted, "At the library. You make really nice flashcards."

Lily opened her mouth to answer, but James interjected before she could get a word out, as if he was already expecting her to say no.

"I'll bring food!" he said quickly, "I mean- I'm learning how to cook. My mum sent me her family's recipe book, and I've been recreating what I can when the kitchens aren't being used. I think I'm getting better, but I like everything I make."

"And you want me to help you decide if it's actually good or not," Lily finished, sighing as she grappled with the thought.

One one hand, studying with James would be insufferable. The way he flirted with her so openly, it flustered her to no end. She wasn't used to receiving compliments, and James always had hundreds at the ready. And none of them were superficial, either. They were all so real, and that was the worst part of it.

But on the other hand, from a practical standpoint, studying with James was great. He always knew the lessons as well as Lily did, and when she could get him to focus on the task at hand, he was brilliant and innovative in a way that was infectious. And besides, it beat studying alone. Lily always found that she felt more secure in the comfort of a crowd, even when that crowd was only one other person. Being alone was...difficult. Especially right now, when Lily was hearing nonstop news stories about muggleborns going missing. Lily didn't like to admit that she felt safe around James, but it was the honest truth.

It's bad enough she is what she is.

Lily shivered as she remembered what Snape had said about her, and then, her hands tightened into fists.

"Seven o' clock," she said, "Tonight. I'll see you then. Don't be late, alright? And bring plenty to eat. I don't focus well when I'm hungry."

James grinned so wide that Lily wondered if it hurt.

"I will!" he reassured, practically stumbling over himself as he ran off, probably to celebrate with his friends.

Lily sighed as she watched James croon to Sirius about how he had been so suave and charming, how he was this close to getting Lily Evans to notice him romantically.

"I think she might even want to be friends," James reported to a bemused Sirius, who had been watching the whole conversation.

"Well, yes," Sirius affirmed casually, "That tends to be the first step. Not everyone goes for the marriage proposal at first sight like you do, Prongs."

"What do you think I should make?" James implored, "I could make sinigang? No, that's too messy to eat while studying. Lumpia? Agh, that'll take too long, I only have two hours."

Then, James gasped so loudly that Lily was certain that China could have heard it. She almost laughed at how comically animated the boy was. How did he not realize that she was still there?

"I've got it!" James cried out victoriously, "I'll make sorbetes! That's genius! Sirius, isn't that genius? Sorbetes!"

"Sure," Sirius said with a laugh, "I don't know what the fuck that is."

"I'll make you a bowl of it sometime, it's like ice cream," James explained, "What flavor should I make? Does Lily even like sweet things? What's she allergic to? Maybe I should have asked her more questions. I've gotta go, Sirius, I have sorbetes to make!"

As James ran off, compulsion overrode composure, and Lily couldn't control the smile that spread across her face as she called out after the flustered boy.

"I don't have any allergies!" she yelled in James' direction, "And I like sweet things!"

James was so shocked that Lily had overheard the conversation that he stopped running for just a second. And then, he started running again. Faster. Lily laughed out loud at the sight, and her laugh rang clear and true across the courtyard.

"Got it!" James shouted over his shoulder, not stopping as he kept running towards the main doors.

Lily shook her head as the doors swung shut behind the flurry of activity known as James Fleamont Potter. That boy was going to be the death of her. She knew she was playing with fire. But she and James had a good thing going. They both teased, they both entertained each other, but neither stepped over the invisible line. Neither did anything that would suggest a commitment. Lily was sure that James never would.

After all, had Lily ever been wrong about her predictions before?

---

"This is so much better than ice cream."

Lily wasn't usually the type to talk with her mouth full, but in this situation, it was nothing short of a necessity.

James grinned in response as he eagerly ate a spoonful of his own serving. Sitting in paper bowls beside their books were three different flavors of sorbetes: ube, mango, and cheese. Lily couldn't stop eating the ube and mango flavors, but she didn't take a single bite of the cheese one.

It was nothing personal. She just hated cheese.

"Don't worry," James said, as if he was committing to a valiant deed, "I'll eat all the cheese flavor so you don't even have to look at it anymore."

Lily couldn't stop the giggle that bubbled through her lips like a brook.

"What a noble gesture on my behalf," she responded dryly, "Come on. Let's crack these books open."

Studying with James, talking with James like this, felt electric. James' body was so close to hers. He could almost feel the warmth radiating from him. And of course he was wearing that dumb tank top, the one that showed off his arms. They glistened a bit under the library's candlelight, indicating that James was sweating. Lily found herself struggling to focus on her vocabulary, which led to her mixing up definitions and stubbornly insisting that she was correct.

But after about an hour, something about the atmosphere...changed. James didn't talk so much. He didn't even look at his textbook. He just stared at a spot on the wall, his lips pressed together to make a tight line.

His face was bright red, and his eyes were afraid.

Lily had never seen James look afraid before.

She reached over James to take another bite of the mango sorbetes. The light, sweet, slightly tart taste lingered as she let the bite melt against her tongue. Even when she turned away, Lily could sense that James was looking at her. It was an unsettling stare, the kind that was practically tangible.

"We should look at the glossary," she said, her voice stiff in the newly awkward atmosphere, "So we can see if the book mentions bat droppings at any other point. Will you take a look for me, and I'll write down the page numbers?"

James didn't respond. He didn't even make a move to touch his textbook. He was still, staring at her.

"James, you're acting weird," Lily mumbled, "You can hear me, can't you?"

"Yes," James said immediately, "I can hear you. I'm ignoring you."

He slapped a hand over his mouth, seeming shocked and ashamed by his own admittance.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice muffled by his hand, "I don't know why I said that."

Lily's eyes bulged from her head and she leaned forward. On a normal day, getting an apology from James for anything was like pulling teeth. Something was terribly wrong.

"James, are you alright?" Lily murmured, leaning even farther forward and studying James' eyes. "What's gotten into you?"

"I don't know," James blurted, grabbing his hair with an air of palpable frustration, "I feel like I can't control what I say before I say it, like something's forcing me to just talk without thinking!"

"You always talk without thinking," Lily pointed out.

"But not like this," James protested, "Not like this, I don't usually feel so- so honest! I don't think I'm that much of a liar, but- why did I tell you I was ignoring you? Why would I say something so rude?"

"Because you're rude?" Lily suggested, but she shook her head regretting the joke, "Oh, James, are you crying?"

It was too late. James' large brown eyes were misty. Lily's heart lurched as she watched the boy's bottom lip quiver. James was the kind of crier who garnered pity so easily. Nobody wanted to look at James cry because when they did, it made them want to cry. But Lily felt oddly fascinated by the sight. She only looked closer, tilting her head to the side.

"Yes," James replied, his voice watery and pathetic. He said nothing more.

Well, that wasn't enough of an answer.

"Why are you crying?" Lily prompted gently. "Was it something I said?"

"Ngh- no," James whimpered through his tears, starting to squirm a little in his seat. "I think you're beautiful. I wish I could look at you forever. I want you so badly, Lily Evans, I need you."

The words poured from James, as if an invisible force was pushing them out. James looked horrified as each word spilled from his lips, as if what he was saying was against his will. As if he was in disbelief that he could even express such thoughts out loud.

Lily was just as surprised. Out of shock, she leaned back, away from James. Sure, he was flirtatious, but he had never acted so...desperate before. Was this how James really felt? His voice was so heavy and teeming with earnestness. His eyes glimmered, and Lily could just tell from those eyes that he couldn't possibly be lying.

How long had James been hiding these feelings, these intense, terrifying feelings? Lily could feel the blood rushing to her face, and she pressed her thighs together, unable to help but squirm a little where she sat.

"Need me?" she repeated, "How do you mean- need me, James? What are you talking about?"

"I- I need you in every way, Lily!" James cried out, bursting from his chair and almost crashing down to his knees before Lily, staring up at her. "I need to hear your voice, I need to feel your body on mine, I need to look into your eyes, I need you, I need you so badly, Lily, I'd do anything for you! Anything you asked, I'd do it!"

Okay, now this was just insane.

Lily steeled herself and took a deep breath. Now was not the time to get butterflies in her stomach, but hearing James sound so desperate...no. She couldn't think about herself. Not when something was clearly hurting James. Why else would he be talking with such passion, tears rolling down his face, his eyes wide and terrified like a lost child's?

"James," she said softly, "Do you really not know why you're talking like this? Why you're acting like this? Is this another stupid prank or something?"

"It's not a prank!" James said tearfully, "At least, not a prank that I know of, but I don't know what sort of prank would cause me to act like this- I feel- I feel so scared, Lily, I'm so scared! I don't know why I'm talking like this, I don't know why I'm acting like this, I don't know! I don't know, Lily, please believe me!"

"I believe you," Lily whispered, with tenderness that was so fond and gentle that it surprised herself.

She slowly held her hands out, starting to card her fingers through James' thick, curly, dark brown hair. She parted it neatly, and it stuck up on end again when she pulled her fingers away. But when she did, James keened, leaning forward as if to try and feel Lily's hands on his head again.

"I need you," James whispered again, "Please, Lily, I need- I need you to touch me, I need to feel you, I need to feel your hands on me, I need you to love me, I'll do anything for you! I want you to control me, I want you to do anything you want to me, I want to serve you, Lily! I would do anything if you let me serve you, Lily, I-"

A sudden, sharp laugh erupted from the other side of the shelf near James and Lily's study space. It was a laugh that Lily could recognize anywhere because it was such a rare sound.

It was the signature laugh of Severus Snape.

Lily instinctively reached forward and grabbed James' hands, squeezing them gently. Of course, she knew that Severus seeing James crying was likely one of James' worst nightmares. Boys were like that, sensitive when it came to crying. And as Severus emerged from his hiding place where he had clearly been spying, it was becoming blatantly clear that he wasn't planning on making this easy for James.

"And he calls me Snivelly," Severus said as he stepped methodically into the scene, "What's wrong, Potter? Feeling a little too honest?"

"I want you to go away!" James exclaimed, mortified, hiding his face against Lily's knee. "Please! I don't want you to look at me like this, I know you're going to laugh at me! I want to be alone with Lily again!"

Snape only raised his eyebrows. "And why do you think I would care what you want? You've never cared about what I want. Maybe you deserve payback, a taste of your own medicine. A taste of your own cheese ice cream, if you will."

As Severus said this, the truth dawned on Lily as if somebody had just lifted a sheet to reveal it.

"Severus," she murmured, her voice low and horrified, "You cast a spell, didn't you? You're why he's like this, aren't you? What did you do to him?"

Severus smirked, his eyes dancing with a malicious sort of glee. The sight made Lily shiver and clutch James' hands tighter.

"Isn't it refreshing to learn the truth about a person, Lily?" Snape asked, gesturing to James' sobbing form, "The big hotshot of Hogwarts is really nothing but a pathetic, desperate, horny crybaby. He's a pig, talking about wanting your body like that. You'd think a real gentleman would have more class than that."

"I'm sorry!" James burst out hysterically, "I didn't want to say it out loud!"

"But you did," Severus retorted joyfully, "And it's the truth, isn't it?"

"Yes," James said immediately, "It's the truth."

Lily's head was reeling. Why would James openly admit something so incriminating, with no pushback, no attempt at lying? It was strange, as James had been speaking with such an immediate, almost compulsive candor ever since they started eating the sorbetes. Lily felt as if the world was moving too quickly around her as she raced through all the studying she had ever done. It was growing obvious that Snape had done something magical to harm James, but what on Earth could cause the typically confident boy to act this way? With such grueling, vulnerable honesty?

That was it.

Honesty.

"Veritaserum," she said, staring over at Severus, "How could you, Sev? That's an awful thing to do to someone."

"You think he hasn't done awful things to me?" Snape shot back, "This is child's play compared to what he's subjected me to! Besides, you should be grateful. I did you a favor! I showed you the kind of person James Potter really is!"

"You certainly did," Lily snapped, "You showed me that James Potter is a sweet, gentle, genuine boy when he's vulnerable. You showed me that James Potter loves me. He loves me more than I ever expected him to."

"He loves your body," Snape corrected coldly, "You know what, Lily? I want to play a game."

He turned to James, who was staring at Snape, speechless from shock. Veritaserum. That explained all this perfectly. But the fact that Lily now knew that all of this was the truth, the fact that Snape was watching him fall apart like this, it was clearly a nightmare.

"A game," Severus repeated, "Where you answer some questions I've always wanted to hear you answer. Without your defenses or your little posse following you around."

Lily was frozen in place. She wanted to interfere, but what could she say? Poor James was trembling so hard that he couldn't even stand, and Severus wasn't the kind to give up before getting what he wanted. Her mouth slowly opened, and she tried to summon words from them, but before she could, Severus started his game.

"What turns you on?"

A horrifically vulnerable question to start with. Lily's blood went cold.

"Severus, that's-" she protested, but before she could say anything more, James answered. The magic forced him to answer.

"I never thought to make a list," he whispered, terrified of what he was being forced to say out loud, "I like being controlled. It feels good, thinking about being told what to do, I- I like the thought of making her feel good, of making her happy, of giving her everything she needs-"

"And who would "she" be?" Severus asked teasingly, even though all three of them knew the answer to that.

"Lily."

Lily went bright red, even though she knew what James would say.

"Severus, this is inappropriate," she hissed, "This has gone too far, stop asking James about this, I'm telling you to stop-!"

"Are you a virgin?" Severus asked with fascination.

"No," James whispered, squeezing his eyes shut as the truth was forced from him. "I wanted to practice before going out with someone for real. Sirius taught me tricks. Sirius showed me what to do."

Severus laughed out loud again, a harsh, bitter sound that made both James and Lily flinch.

"What a dirty thing to do," Severus sneered, "Still think he's all gentle and sweet, Lily?"

"Please," James begged, "Stop it, please- don't make me say anymore, I'll do anything you want, just stop- I can't take anymore of this!"

James was embarrassed beyond imagining. Lily could feel his heart pounding in his chest, she could practically see the blood rushing to his ears. She could hear the misery in his voice.

"It's not up to me," Severus shrugged, his eyes wandering to the sorbetes. Another question seemed to come to him in that moment. "Why are you crying?"

"I don't like this!" James sobbed out, "I don't like not being in control of what I'm going to say, I don't like Lily finding out about all of these things about me this way, I'm scared she hates me, I'm scared she never wants to see me again- I don't like talking about sex- I don't like thinking about what I've done and what I like, it feels disgusting! I hate how I feel about sex, I hate it, I hate it- I know I'm a freak, I know I'm disgusting!"

"James," Lily murmured, unable to say anything else as she looked into those beautiful, tragically miserable eyes, "James...James..."

She didn't know what to do or say. Lily wasn't used to being at a loss. Usually, she was the girl who knew all the answers, the girl who could think quick on her feet and come up with a solution to any problem. But no matter how she wracked her brain, she couldn't think of a way to fix this horrendous situation. She couldn't think of a way to make those bitter tears go away. There was no way she could stop this beautiful, brilliant boy in front of her from hating himself like this.

Severus took a few steps back. He seemed to have gotten what he wanted from this exchange.

"Come on, Lily," he said, extending his hand, "You and I can study together. I won't harass you, or use such dirty language around you. We can work on potions together."

Lily's gaze hardened, and something inside her set sturdily. She didn't know much in this moment, but she did know one thing: there was no way in hell that she would abandon James right now, especially not for the likes of Severus Snape.

"Well?" Snape asked, "Don't you want to actually get some work done?"

"Some things are more important than work," Lily said quietly, and very slowly, she got out of her chair, sitting on her knees in front of James, so that they were eye to eye. She didn't tear her gaze from James as she said, "I'll see you later, Severus."

She heard a noise of frustration and loud, angry footsteps as Snape left the library in a huff, but Lily couldn't bring herself to care. Not when James was sitting in front of her, looking so drained, so tired.

James could do nothing but cry. Every time he opened his mouth, only choked noises came out. By now, Lily knew better than to ask any questions. It would only bring about that terrible sensation. That utter loss of autonomy. But Lily did know that she had to say something.

"I..." she murmured, trying desperately to gather the courage to admit what she wanted to admit. After all, if all of James' secrets were out in the open, maybe it was time for one or two of hers to be as well. "I'm not a virgin either. I don't really care about virginity, and- I messed around a bit last summer. It wasn't a big deal. I just wanted...I don't know. I was curious, I guess. A boy was chasing after me, and I just wanted to...understand what it was like."

James stared at Lily, astounded. The sight was almost funny, but Lily didn't dare laugh.

"I'm sorry I freaked out the way I did," he finally whispered, "I'm not trying to be some sort of- purist asshole. I just- I- I'm used to sex being...a shameful topic. Mum hates talking about it, and Dad doesn't let me talk about it because it upsets Mum so much. I hate to make Mum sad, so I just- I don't talk about- about it, and it's easier for everyone. Mum isn't bad. She isn't mean about it or anything but- she used to- before coming here to England- she- had to...sell her body. I think...she doesn't want me to feel how she felt. But- everything she talked about hating is stuff that I- stuff that- that makes me feel good. And I-...I'm so ashamed."

Lily felt cold all over. Oh, God. This went even deeper than she thought. Her poor, sweet boy.

"James, what you like isn't something you choose," she whispered, trying desperately to find the right words, "At least, I don't think it is. I wish I could make you see that- that it really doesn't matter so much what makes you...feel good, like that, but- I know I can't."

"I don't want you to," James blurted, "You shouldn't have to. You're not my caretaker. I don't want you to worry over me. I don't ever want you to worry over me. You already worry so much."

"No I don't," Lily protested defensively.

But James' large, round eyes were brimming with sureness.

"Yes," he said steadily, "You do."

Lily went silent, and so did James. The strange haze in his eyes was starting to go away. His speech pattern was returning to a more normal cadence. It relieved Lily when she realized that the veritaserum was wearing off. The nightmare was over, but there were still the aftershocks to endure.

"I never thought Severus would do something like this," Lily mumbled, "I can't help but feel like this is my fault. If I only-"

"No," James snapped, his tone alarming Lily. "You can't control what Snivellus does. If it's anybody's fault, it's mine. I egged him on. Something about him just makes me so angry, and I've just got to do something to make him shut up, but- it's consumed me. I know it has. I can't say I regret it, but-..."

"I think Severus took this too far," Lily admitted, "Forcing you to talk about-...about such vulnerable stuff while you were so...while you couldn't make a choice for yourself."

"Aren't you freaked out by me?" James demanded softly, "Don't you want to get away from me? Don't you think I'm- pathetic and desperate and- and stupid...?"

"I don't know," Lily whispered, "I don't know what to think right now. But I do know this: I want to stay here with you, James Potter. And you won't be able to get rid of me so easily. Not until I see that smile again, that real smile of yours, like the one you had when you showed me the sorbetes. It's...it's the least I can do, really. You've given me such a nice treat, and...you're a good study partner."

"A good study partner," James repeated, awestruck, "I think you're a good study partner too. You...really want to stay...?"

"I do," Lily whispered.

And little did she know that this would be only the first time she said that sentence to James, and certainly not the last.

For this was the day that Lily Evans and James Potter learned that love doesn't always follow the path of predictions.

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yallthemwitches · 9 months ago

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The Best Fun

Super silly, short fic for @jilytoberfest Day 6: Food disasters

Because we all know Sirius would be the one to experiment with muggle drugs~ AO3 link here!

“Prongs—don’t be angry.”

Peter stood with his back against the Fat Lady who screamed at him to be unhanded. His arms were outstretched but his face was riddled with absolute fear.

“Can’t say I love hearing that from you, Wormy.”

If Peter had been sent to ward him off, that meant that the other two marauders must be shit deep in whatever laid beyond the portrait hole. Usually, the prospect of something to spice up his evening would perk his spirits, but tonight was a rare exception.

He had been forced to do patrols with Chloe Sparrow due to the fact that she had been favoring her fellow Slytherins during her rounds. Although it had been his idea, it didn’t help that it took away precious time patrolling with Lily. Then, as he had come to find out, it also meant the night would be filled with a strange mixture of semi racist remarks and what James could only refer to as a grotesque version of flirting, ending in Chloe being sent back to her dorms before she could smack his arse another time.

So in short, James’ bullshit threshold was reaching max capacity.

“So—do you just want to tell me or do I need to pretend to struggle past you…”

Peter started to look visibly sweaty and backed off of the Fat Lady who, now free from her smothering, chirped insults under her breath.

“Uhm. So before I say anything, you should know Lily wanted to, so—”

“Peter.”

James was losing patience fast. He had expected the lads to have done something, sure, but Lily was a development he wasn’t ready for. From his tone alone, it all came tumbling out of Peter like a single word.

”Pads made some stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?”

Peter’s eyes shifted. “Muggle stuff—said something about how that band,The Beagles or whatever, used it to—”

James walked up to his mate who jumped out of the way before he could even attempt to push through.

Trudging through the portrait hole, Peter kept fast on his feet, babbling excuses like a mosquito hovering to feed.

“Again! She wanted to! Even helped a bit! Moony didn’t stop them!”

A voice drawled out from the center of the common room. “Thanks for ratting me out Wormy.”

Remus laid reclined on the length of the couch, book in one hand while a cigarette hung from his lips.

James took stock of the room. The only thing that looked remotely out of place was a tray of what looked like a dessert which had been ravenously attacked. A knife balanced on the baking tray.

“So where are they?”

Without any further elaboration Lupin tilted his head towards the fireplace and James took the two steps needed to get enough clearance to see over onto the ground. Lily was curled up in a ball, eyes closed and head resting on the stomach of a giant black dog, both completely asleep.

“Explain.” He used his head boy voice, but Remus only laughed.

“Sirius thought it would be a scream to make pot brownies—should have seen them about an hour ago—never seen two people hug and dance around so much in my life.”

Peter, who was still standing at the entrance of the portrait hole, pipped up in a quivering voice. “It was quite nice actually—Lily was so affectionate and—”

“And you didn’t call me? Didn’t think that I wanted to come try muggle drug food too?”

James looked down at his sleeping girlfriend who buried her nose into Sirius’ stomach, hands curling around the fur, blissfully unaware that the animal she was laying on could be anything other than a dog.

“You all knew I’ve always wanted to do this, Moony! Honestly, I’m hurt!”

“Sorry mate, it just happened.”

James crouched down next to Lily’s sleeping form, brushing some of her hair from her face. At his touch, her eyes blinked open, a brilliant glassy green, slightly bloodshot, looked up at him.

“Oh Baby! You’re back!” She lifted up and threw her arms around his neck, nuzzling her nose into his collar.

“Oh I just love you! Wow, you smell so good!”

Every word from her mouth sounded breathy and light, like the world was one big cloud with her on it. From behind him, Peter muttered: “See? I quite like her stoned” and Lupin just snorted in response.

“Have you met this dog? I love this dog.” She turned to wrap her arms back around a still sleeping Sirius, but James caught her, pulling her back into him.

“I have met the dog—that's ok, we can leave him alone now.” James cradled her to his chest and she melted into him, completely forgetting Sirius despite her comment seconds ago.

“I can see you had some fun tonight.”

She didn’t respond, rather looking up into his eyes before bursting into a laugh, grabbing both sides of his face and smashing their foreheads together.

“Brilliant fun. The best fun. But not as fun as you. I missed you.”

It was hard to feel upset about that. James scooped under her legs and carried her like a child over to the staircase which led up to the dorms. Laughter tumbled out of her mouth before becoming preoccupied with kissing his neck in quick, frantic pecks.

“I’m going to get her to bed before she decides she loves someone else—” Lily just squealed, wrapping her hands tighter around his neck in an attempt to get him to kiss her.

“If Sirius wakes up, tell him I’ll give him a running head start in the morning before I beat the shit out of him–.”

Remus didn’t look up from his book, eyebrows raised.

“Awfully kind of you Prongs.”

James started to climb the steps, Lily alternating between laughter and proclamations of love.

“Well–It’s the least I could do to repay him.”

#james potter #jily #lily evans #jilytober fest 2024 #jilytober day 6 #sirius black #marauders era #high lily was so cute and fun to write #jily fanfiction #james x lily #marauders #James loved her so affectionate #so he couldn't be too made

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moonyeyedstar · 1 year ago

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Remus Lupin x Reader First Time Smut Oneshot

*18+*

I do another quick look in the mirror before heading down to the common room. The party had already started a little bit ago but I took forever picking out the right outfit. I find my way to grab a hard cider and shuffle around all the already sweaty moving bodies to find my friends. I slip right in and listen in on their conversation.

"Look Moony all we're saying is find someone and hook up, you're the last one, we've all done it, even Pete managed to do it before you!" Sirius laugh and the others join in. I watch as Remus rolls his eyes in annoyance.

"I don't care about that as much as you idiots do," Remus defends, but I could tell he didn't mean it as much as he pretended to.

"Oh leave him alone," I chuckle and butt in. I do my best to laugh it off but I also haven't lost my virginity yet but I can't let the guys find out because they'll never let me live it down. I've told them I've hooked up with this guy on holiday to cover for myself. I just hope they don't catch my lie.

"Well, why don't you sleep with him y/n, since you have soooo much experience," Sirius says wiggling his eyebrows. I feel my cheeks flush but laugh a bit and look at my feet.

"Shut up Sirius, I don't need your help getting laid, why don't you worry about yourself," Remus groans annoyed with how they are still stuck on this topic.

"Don't worry about me mate, I've got my eye on Mary, think we're gonna go all night long," Sirius says cockily. I roll my eyes at them.

"God Sirius you're such a dog," Remus scoffs annoyed, and walks off from the group. I feel bad and watch him walk off and go get another drink.

"That's not nice Sirius, you shouldn't push him so hard," James says because he feels a bit bad but they were all just joking, Sirius just takes it too far. I walk off to go to Remus and put my hand on his shoulder, "Hey Remus, are you alright?"

"Peachy," Remus mutters sarcastically.

"You know, only if you'd want to of course I wouldn't be opposed to...," I blush starting to bring it up.

"It's alright I don't need pity sex from you," Remus says turning away to walk away, thinking I came to tease him and hook up with him as some weird plan from the other guys.

"No, Remus," I say and grab his arm to stop him so he turns around. "You see, uh, I'm a /virgin/ too," I say quietly.

"No, you're not, you told us you did it with that bloke over holiday."

"I lied Remus, I was embarrassed because everyone else already had," I sigh.

"Oh..." Remus relaxes and puts his drink down, "Do you really want to?"

I blush harder nodding, "This way we can both get it over with, but only if it won't make things weird between us."

"And you're completely sure you want to?" Remus asks in a lower voice so no one can hear our conversation even though most of the people are already drunk. I nod and watch Remus's face as he thinks, "We can go to my dorm, the guys are all down here and I'm sure they won't be up for hours." I nod and feel a bit nervous but follow him up the stairs to his dorm. I go and sit at the edge of his bed as I watch him close and lock the door behind us. I sit nervously shuffling my hands around in my lap and watch him walk over and sit next to me. "Is it okay if I kiss you, or do you want to start it," he asks nervously.

"Don't be so nervous Remus, I've never seen you so nervous. You can kiss me," I blush. I feel Remus scoot a bit closer and take a deep breath to calm his nerves before he cups his face and pull me into slow, gentle kiss. I push my body in a bit closer trying to close off some more space between us and kiss back with a bit more pressure than he has to let me know its okay. I feel as his body softens, relaxing into the kiss and he lets his tongue lightly graze over my bottom lip. A soft whimper escapes my lips and open my mouth, allowing us to deepen the kiss and let our tongues collide. I let my hands come out of my lap and scoot my body even closer and rest my hands in his lap for balance, if I moved any closer I would have to readjust my body to straddle him. Remus lets out a soft low groan, turning me on. I feel my cheeks grow red as a wet warm spot grows between my legs. My need for friction or pressure is slowly becoming more and more and I want to move myself into his lap. I break the kiss and let my forehead rest against his and let my lips graze his as I speak,

"Can I straddle you Remus?" I ask softly.

"Of course," Remus says quietly but his voice sounds course, like he's been trying to hold back groans. I carefully get on top of him and straddle him. I slowly rest all my weight onto him but keep my hips hovered just a bit worried about putting all my weight on him. This was solved quickly as Remus lets his hands grip my waist and pushes me onto him and brings his lips back to mine kissing me passionately like we never stopped. I whimper softly into the kiss and slowly roll my hips to grind on him. I move myself on him slowly at first, worrying I am doing it wrong but pick up my pace and grind on him shamelessly as I hear all the low growls leave his throat. "Oh y/n" he groans gripping my hips to a halt, "stop before I cum" he says breathlessly. I blush and nod and watch as he slides his hands under my ass and flips us, moving us to the center of the bed. I look up at him blushing and his cheeks have a tinge of pink too and his lips are red and swollen but that doesn't stop him from leaning down and kissing me again, this time with tongue straight away. We let our hands wander each other's bodies and keep kissing each other, our kisses growing hungrier and hungrier.

"Please touch me, Remus," I whimper needy into the kiss. I arch my body to meet his hand as it slides down my torso and to my thigh. He slides his hand up my inner thigh into my skirt and pushes my soaking wet panties to the side and slips two fingers in. My breath hitches and I whimper softly at the feeling.

"Is this okay?" Remus asks me breaking the kiss and whispering in my ear. "Y-yes," I stutter and nod and throw my head back a bit as he starts to pump his fingers and curling them, hitting my g-spot. "Oh Remus," I moan softly and buck my hips into his hand and he starts pumping his fingers faster and brings his kisses to my jaw and down my neck, leaving soft, small bites on the way to my collarbones. I bite my lip to hold back moans and feel myself getting close with every curl if his fingers that hits my G-spot. "F-fuck Remus, stop I'm c-close," I moan out softly because I am a bit embarrassed to say it out loud. Remus stops instantly and takes his finger out and sucks them clean. I turn bright red watching him in disbelief.

"You taste so sweet, y/n," Remus says in a whisper into my ear. My whole body shudders when his hot breath hits my skin.

"Oh Remus," I whimper, "fuck me." I feel a small smirk grow on his face against my skin and watch as he gets up and goes to Sirius's bedside table and steals a condom. I watch as he undresses himself with shaky hands and rolls on the condom and get a bit nervous because I don't know what it will feel like and hope it won't hurt. In the meantime, I slip off my skirt and soaked panties and slowly slip off my sweater and undo my bra and lay back down covering myself slightly.

Remus gets back on top and I watch as his eyes wander my body, "oh y/n, you're so perfect," he says with a slight blush on his face. I look up at him with big eyes and blush at his compliment. I watch Remus as he slowly lines up, "Tell me when you're ready okay?". I nod, "I'm ready just go slow," I say and watch as he nods and slowly slides his tip in. I whimper as I feel myself stretching around his tip and it burns but it hurts in a good way. "Keep going," I whimper and moan softly as Remus slowly fills me with his length but doesn't thrust yet letting me adjust myself to his size. After a couple of moments shifting myself to fit him better Remus starts to move slowly. Low groans and grunts slip from his lips and I whimper and moan loving the feeling but it hurts at the same time. The stretching feeling slowly begins to stop and now all I feel is pleasure and let soft gentle moans fall from my lips. "Oh Remus, you're so big," I moan.

"You feel so good y/n," Remus groans and slides a hand down to rub my clit in circles sending me over the edge.

"Oh fuck Remus," I moan and cum hard on his cock. I ride my orgasm out as Remus grips my hips and goes harder as his head falls back showing off his Adam's apple and curses slip his tongue and his lower half shakes as he cums. After a couple of sloppy thrusts, as he rides out his climax, he plops next to me and we both lay down side by side panting.

"Did you like that?" Remus asks nervously breaking the silence. I blush and roll to face him and nod. "Me too," Remus blushes. I peck his lips and get up after a bit and get dressed.

"Maybe we can do that again," I say blushing, and fix myself up.

"Definitely," Remus says getting dressed, and gives me a quick peck before we go back downstairs to the party.

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in-hav3n · 2 years ago

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✮ 𝓘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

❘❘ NSFW - sex scene - unprotected sex - age gap

Here's finally the 4th part! Took me ages to finalize this but seriously I wanted to write a good smut, and wrote something I haven't done before so I hope you'll like it as much as I do. Thanks for all the kind and lovely words I receive everyday from many of you and for all the positive comments about this serie. Love you all and enjoy <3

Previous parts

Standing on one of the VIP platforms, with a shoulder leaned against one of the metallic poles, you were enjoying your 5th Metallica show since the beginning of M72 Tour. The staff only needed help before and after the show, offering to roadies free time in between to do whatever they wanted to do. No matter how many times you'd watch it, each time was different. It wasn't the same setlist, neither the same atmosphere or energy coming from the crowd but tonight, the show was different and for another reason.

Each time your eyes landed on James, butterflies were tickling your lower belly and your lips couldn't stop forming a smile. The way he was moving around the stage, playing his riffs or just interacting with the fans, everything was absolutely captivating. You couldn't stop admiring him, still not believing you both shared something last night. You were probably looking silly, smiling like an idiot, but you didn't care. You were in your own bubble, enjoying these amazing feelings you didn't experienced for a long time now.

After being alone for a while, you had to admit it was truly pleasant to have someone being attracted by you. Of course, you didn’t forget you had to be careful and shouldn’t put on too much hopes in that little adventure. You were just a roadie, he was a rockstar. Nothing else would come up out of these two nights you'll spend with him. Was it bad to enjoy it then? Absolutely not, and you decided to take your chance.

But what to expect tonight? That was a million-dollar question. You had absolutely no idea. He said he wanted to spend more time with you and he was the one that came back in the first place. You didn't run after him like a crazy groupie. He did the first step and asked to see you again. A little voice inside you dared to say this may be positive...but still, better be careful.

Your phone buzzed in your back pocket and get your attention off from the show. Another smile crossed your lips as you read the message coming from your best friend. "Go on girl! Take care and carpe diem! Love ya <3". Of course, you had to tell her what happened earlier in the backstage and seeing she was as excited as you were made you feel more confident about all this.

The show went on and a few minutes before the last part of "Enter Sandman", which was the last song they'd play, you left your point of view to run into the backstage area. You didn't really know where to meet James - even if you assumed he meant at his hotel room for more discretion - but you wanted to tell him you couldn't join him now. You had some tasks to do before you were allowed to leave the stadium. You waited maybe ten minutes or more, pacing around near his door. You knew the band was spending a bit of time around the stage for the fans and you didn’t mind waiting.

Suddenly you heard some heavy steps and voices echoing. You got up, recognizing the voices, and saw a sweaty James coming over you. He was drying his forehead with a towel. Your heart beat fast when he was getting close and you didn't have the time to say anything that he opened the door with a fast move, pushing you inside to not be seen by the staff who was going to be very busy in this area in a minute or so.

"James, I-...", you started but he shut you off with a rough kiss. A mixture of sweat and deodorant hit your nose. Your lips tasted once again his salty sweated lips and you couldn't resist to place your palm on his cheek while his hands rested on your lower back. "James, I can't join you straight away. I have work to do", you explained with a sorry tone, looking deep into his eyes. He looked back at you, like if he was searching for a solution. "They'd be suspicious if I leave now and even more if I leave with you". You added to show him you cared about your both private lifes as well.

He simply answered to your idea with a nod and leaned to kiss you again, deeper this time. Your heart was pounding so fast and those butterflies in your stomach seemed to have turned into a whole colony now. His two hands pushed your pelvis against his, making you moan against his lips.

"Do what you have to do and meet me as soon as possible", he groaned, adding another peck. You nodded frantically at him, gasping of pleasure as his pelvis hit yours once again.

✦ 𝟑𝟎 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 ✮

You've never finished your tasks that fast before but you really wanted to leave as soon as possible. Luckily, the guys did most of the job and were kind enough to say you could go, since you did a lot in the afternoon to prepare the gig. You thanked them and ran over the mini vans ready to drove the staff back to the hotel. At 1am, there was absolutely no traffic in the city and it was for best. Before joining James, you got the idea of grabbing a few things from your room since he asked you to stay over.

Ten minutes later, you were knocking softly on his door, hoping he didn't fall asleep but some voices coming from the TV told you he was still awake. You looked around, in the corridor, hoping no one would show up so late at night but soon, you heard his reassuring heavy steps behind the door.

"There you are", he smiled, opening the door and leaning on it.

"I'm sorry I did as fast as I could", you apologized, blushing slightly with a little smile. You came inside as he gently gestured you to come in. James was already wearing a bathrobe and you supposed he showered already.

"Luckily, they had enough support and didn't need me....OH!", you couldn’t finish your sentence that he jumped on you to attack your lips for a hungry kiss. Your bag fell on the carpet in a thud as you wrapped up your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes.

"Oh I-...I think I don't smell good. I need a shower first", you giggled. James had left your lips in a hurry to attack your neck’s skin now. His mustache tickled the hollow of your neck but this answer didn't satisfy him. He groaned and pulled away, looking deep into your eyes.

"Then this a good reason to join me", he whispered, his fingers caressing your cheek. You blushed again under his touch, playing with the opening of his bathrobe.

"And where to?".

"To a place...", he said with a smirk and a playful tone before grabbing the edge of your black tank top. He slowly lifted it up, exposing your belly, “"...where this…”, he threw it away and when he finally took it off, he said, “…won't be necessary".

A shiver crossed your spine as you helped him to get rid of the rest of your clothes. You quickly kicked off your shoes and stood in underwear in front of him. Last night, you'd have been quite shy to expose yourself to him but curiously he was able to help you having this confidence. Maybe it was the fact he was older or more experienced than you? You didn't know but you appreciated it.

"Then show me this place", you whispered, leaning against his lips, teasing him with a kiss. James chuckled with interest as he slowly pushed you over the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He wanted to keep the room warm. You realized he intended to share a shower with you making a smile curved on your lips. You adored the idea.

"Make yourself comfortable", he told when he walked over the shower. He turned the water on and checked on the heat with his hand until it was on the right temperature. You nodded at his ask and proceeded to unclasp your bra, remove your thong before you grabbed two towels you placed near the shower. James opened his bathrobe, exposing his naked body and you bit your lower lip at the sight of his gorgeous body, wondering how come you could be so lucky.

"Come", he went into the shower first, offering his hand to make you join him inside, just in case the ground would be slippery. You accepted it and closed the shower's door behind your back, smiling up at him. He went underneath the hot water first, letting it run on his head and body. You chuckled softly when you saw him shaking his head like a dog to remove the water drops running over his eyes.

With eyes closed, he ran his hands over his face to refresh it before he declared, "Don't be shy...come closer".

He wasn't looking at you but you guessed he noticed you were staying in the corner. You were more confident to show your body but still, you weren't feeling that confident to make the first steps already. You didn't really know what was on his mind – after all, you thought he just wanted to have fun last night and nothing else - and honestly, it rattled you a little sometimes. So, you really preferred him to take the lead.

You stepped closer and immediately your chest hit his in a shiver. You giggled of surprise when you felt the water landing on your head and embraced the heat brought by the hot water. It felt so good to finally get washed after a long day running around.

"God bless this shower...", you whispered in ecstasy as you closed your eyes, enjoying the sensation that embraced you. You didn't see James pressing the soap bottle on the wall to get some and you realized what he was doing only when you felt his hands on your shoulders.

"Oh...", you whispered, your eyes opening quickly to look up at him. He gave you a smile back and put foam on your body to wash it. "That smells good".

"And feels good, I hope?", he wondered and made you turn over to have an access to your back. He washed this new skin given to him and whispered a "good" to your hummed "hum hum".

For a couple of minutes, no words were shared. You both only enjoyed each other's company and James' magical touch on your skin. You never imagined he’d have done such thing with a stranger like you. Sharing a shower was something so intimate that this envy surprised you a lot. But you felt good, you felt comfortable. It was like living a dream and you intended to enjoy it till the end.

"Oh yes, there", you moaned of pleasure when he reached a painful place over your neck. Pain caused by repetitive days of lifting up some heavy boxes. He insisted on this area, in a very kindly way, when his hand ran along your body. They stopped on your bare breasts that he gently massaged with the same softness. You smiled, eyes closed, appreciating the gesture - as well as your nipples who hardened straight away - when you felt something hard bumping on your lower back. You bit your lower lip, opening your eyes. James couldn't see it but your cheeks flushed red as you realized you probably caused this erection.

You decided to show a slight of bravery and moved your hand up your body. Once at the right level, you moved it backwards and wrapped your hand around his hard length. James’ chin was resting against your head and you heard his groan behind you. He was okay with it even if the contrary would have surprised you, but you wanted his agreement.

Slowly, but with precise moves, you started to stroke him back and forth, hearing his groans and feeling his short breath on the hollow of your neck. You keep going, your thumb sometimes rubbing his tip but you felt the water wasn't a good help. So, you turned over again to face him, forcing him to move his head. He looked down with a curious glance as you collected some foam on your body before cupping his hard member again.

This time, the soap helped you to provide perfect strokes and you increased your pace, stroking it a bit faster. You decided to tease him, leaving his hard cock for a while to wash his tough chest and arms. The air in the cabin was getting thicker and the temperature was increasing faster. There was something very sensual with your two wet bodies stuck to one another. You looked up at him with desire and made an eye contact with his lustful gaze. You smiled to see he was pleased and decided to move on the next step. You were burning of desire to do that and nothing could have stopped you now.

Now that the foam disappeared with the water, you slowly went down on your knees, your eyes still locked with his, and when you arrived at the right level, you opened your mouth teasingly. Your hands rested around his member and your tongue went out to just suck his tip.

“Mmh…”, he groaned while his hand went down to caress your wet hair, slowly. You could tell James was enjoying this pleasant surprise very much.

You let out a moan for the first time as your mouth wrapped around his tip only, sucking it in a sensual way. Feeling you wouldn’t be able to stay too long on your knees, you changed your position to stand on your heels. With your legs wide open now, you felt some water drops running along your wet hair on your body and on your wet folds, making you shiver and moan. Your mouth kept sucking his glans and your right hand went back around his member, gripping it but it wasn’t enough for you. You wanted more and to hear his groans, you understood he probably wanted the same thing.

Then you held James’ cock and placed it horizontally, letting your tongue licking from the base to the top. You took advantage of this move to lick his balls, even sucking one between your lips.

“Oh yes baby…”, James moaned more, his hand pushing your head slowly. This encourages you to take him fully now, bobbing your head up and down on his venous cock. “This way…yes”.

You followed his instructions and moved further and faster, your hands following your mouth’s moves.

“It feels good, uh?”, you pulled away to tease him with words for the first time, twirling your tongue over his tip before your lips enveloped his length again for another ride.

“God…fuck yes”, he mumbled between moans and whines, gripping your hair tighter as he pushed your mouth deeper on his dick. You went as deep as you could and pulled away when you couldn’t take it anymore. With enough saliva on it now, you could pump it faster with your two hands as you looked up at James.

His eyes were closed now and you could tell he was focusing on his pleasure. A proud smile appeared on your lips, proud to provide him such pleasure. You weren’t a blowjob expert but you did it a few times before, memorizing the moves your partners liked.

You stopped pumping him with your hands to suck him off again, already addict to his perfect cock. You sucked harder, placing one of your palms on his upper thighs for a better support. Your other hand couldn’t resist to reach your already throbbing pussy that needed a bit of attention. James’ groans and whines were more and more precise as he looked down at what you were doing.

You wouldn’t be surprise if he’d cum soon but surprisingly, he pulled you away with a firm grip on your hair, making you shiver. With a sexy look and attitude, you opened your lips, his dick letting out from your mouth and hit his pubes.

Without a word, he made you get up by grasping you by the shoulders and quickly, his rough lips met yours for a passionate and hungry dance. His hands started to explore your body making you shivering hard. Even more when his fingertips draw a path along your spine before his both hands cupped your ass cheeks, groping them.

“Oh…”, you moaned of surprise and pleasure at the same time, feeling a pressure into your core. You knew you were completely wet and you wondered what he had in store for you.

You were both totally rinsed now and when he shut down the shower, you understood he was ready for the next step. But did he got enough energy for a love making session now? After all, he just spent two hours on a stage, rocking hard. But when you stepped out of the shower and dried yourself, you could see his erection didn’t disappear and you guessed you got your answer. He was ready for anything. You quickly dried your wait hair with another towel as James finished to dry his own body, leaving the towel on the floor. He walked into the bedroom and you heard his body landing on the mattress. You smiled and chuckled silently.

You walked out of the bathroom, leaning against the door frame. James was shutting the TV with the remote when he caught you with his peripheral vision. He smiled at you and extended his hand.

“Come here pretty girl”. You took his hand with a shy smile and followed his moves. He made you climbed on the bed, passing by on top of his body to make you roll on your side. When your body hit the mattress, he captured your lips again for a sensual dance, his tongue quickly searching for yours.

Naturally your arms wrapped around his neck and each other's legs intermingled. His body was hot against your shivering skin. It felt good and those butterflies came back into your core.

James’ hand soon found the place between your thighs and when he gently pushed them open, you pulled away your mouth with a slight moan.

“Mh…can I-..”, there your shyness came back, your cheeks flushing red again but you gulped to give you courage to ask him what you really wanted tonight. “Can I be on top?”, you finally dared to suggest.

James answered first with a loud groan of satisfaction. He quickly rolled on his back again, griping his hard cock to get it ready for you. “Come baby, it is yours”.

Those words aroused more than anything and you felt your pussy squeezed at the thought of what you were about to do. You carefully got up and moved one of your legs to straddle him. You did that position for maybe twice and you hoped he wouldn’t be disappointed. But James was the best when it comes to make you feel comfortable and confident, that’s why you decided to take your chance to do it tonight with him.

Before sinking on him, you checked first with your fingers if you were wet enough and with no surprise, you were. James gave you a help as he spat in his hand, spreading the saliva on his tip. When you felt ready, you moved backwards a little, lining up your entrance with his hard cock.

“Wait…hold on me”, James suddenly said when he saw you unsure of your moves. He sat up on the bed, lining up his dick better and guided it between your wet folds. The touch made you whine of surprise and when you felt his tip at the right place, you slowly push yourself on him with heavy breaths mixed with moans. His shoulders were a good support as you slowly sunk on his length, going inch by inch, your tight pussy being stretched out.

“Oh fuck…”, you whispered in a gasp, when he was completely inside you.

“That’s it, baby. Go at your pace now”, James groaned and massaged your ass to make you feel relaxed before he laid down on the bed again.

Your hands didn’t leave his shoulders and when you felt ready and wet enough, you started to move your hips, up and down. Moans and groans escape your mouth as you leaned further on his shoulder, feeling his tip hitting your walls.

“You love it, don’t you?”, James whispered to you, forcing you to look down at him. You nodded with a shy moan as his hands spanked you hard. "You love riding that old man's cock, I know you do". You moaned louder this time and allowed yourself to move a bit faster on his hard cock.

“Feels good”, you breathed between your whines, your hands finding a comfortable place on James’ chest. He couldn’t leave his eyes off of you, watching you taking pleasure, your breasts jiggling as you were bouncing on his cock. It was arousing him more than ever. He decided to give you a little help, knowing you’d enjoy what he had in mind.

“Lean a bit more sweetheart”, he suggested as he gripped your both hands with his. You listened to his advice and leaned as he asked you to, arching your butt. “Great, now bounce on my cock. C’mon”, he encouraged you with another spank and you realized this position was far better to make you bounce easily on his hard member.

“Oh! Fuck yes James”, you cried of pleasure, feeling new sensations arousing you. You could tell your pussy was getting wetter each time it was sinking on James’ cock, your wet folds enveloping it with ease. Your ass cheeks were hitting one another at each moves making you feel sexy. And when you felt his dick hitting your spot, you whine of surprise, opening your eyes before they rolled back in your head.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself on my cock. Make yourself cum hard on it”. You whined at every praise he told you and squirmed faster on his dick, feeling this familiar and powerful sensation growing up inside your lower belly. But this time, it felt like it was growing stronger and faster than ever. You panted hard, thrusting hard up and down to reach this amazing feeling you wanted to feel. It was a strong need, a strong desire.

James could feel you were about to cum, he could tell by your moves. He noticed you were going deeper and faster, trying different paces in search of your release. He even hesitated to take the lead cause he could have grabbed your ass and pounded hard into you but he finally decided to let you move the way you wanted. And honestly, it was better this way. James couldn’t stop watching how sexy you were in that position, bouncing on him.

“Oh James…I’m gonna-…God…I’m gonna cum”, you begged and whined, your breath increasing as well as your moves.

“Let it go baby…let it go…breathe”, James whispered as he didn’t stop watching you from beneath. His glance going up at you then glancing down at your pussy enveloping his hard dick. He would cum soon too if you kept going on this pace but he was holding it, wanting you to reach your climax first. His hands gripped tighter your wrists and when he saw your face contracting, your teeth biting your lower lips and your pussy squeezing around his cock, he knew you were cumming.

“OH FUCK!”, you almost screamed of pleasure when you finally reached the object of your desires. “Holy fuck, yes. It feels good”. Your pussy contracted around his member as you freed one of your hands to rub your clit.

“Yeah baby…C’mon, fuck yourself. That feels good. Yes!". You heard James’ praises but it was like he was talking from afar. Your legs started to shake and you struggled a little to hold on to the position. Your fingers shook frantically your clit as you keep bouncing on his cock to ride your orgasm till the end. It was completely overwhelming you and nothing could compare these amazing sensations.

Your whine soon calmed down, the pleasure and pressure going down slowly but you breathed loudly, leaving your used clit and pussy recovering from this orgasm.

“Oh my god”, you panted in a whisper as you came back to your senses. James smiled, looking at you and let you enjoy this pure moment of ecstasy after the orgasm, when the sensations are going through your whole body, making you feel complete and happy.

Meanwhile, he grabbed his dick and stroked it slowly, waiting patiently for you. When you opened your eyes again and met his, you both smiled at each other. Then he pulled you down to kiss his lips in a tender way. It surprised you how relaxed and how easy you were showing yourself to him but you guess he was helping you a lot.

“Can you take it for another ride baby?”, he requested with a grin and you don’t hesitate a second.

“Oh yes”, you sighed of pleasure as you positioned yourself again.

“There you go. Sit on that cock again”, James helped you line up with his dick again and this time, you sunk on him faster. When all his length thrusted into you, you bounced up and down. James' right hand rested on your lower back for a while as your moves started to be more sloppier and easier now that you had cum hard on him. “Oh fuck baby, keep going”.

You smiled proudly at him and leaned on him to take back the position that made you cum. You adored it so much that you wanted to do it once again. Maybe it would be the last time trying this with him so why not enjoy it till the end? James understood what you were doing and held your hands again with his, gripping them firmly on his chest.

“Go on, sweetheart”, he commanded as he looked at you arching your back and butt.

Very quickly, you bounced again on his cock, your wet lips squeezing, making you moan like crazy again. James closed his eyes, enjoying these sensations as he felt his core burning. But he wanted to look at you, looking at how your body were moving and reacting. He looked down again and spanked you harder, admiring how his dick was disappearing inside your pussy with so ease.

“You’re so fucking tight. Jesus, it feels so good”, he growled with his hoarse voice as he groped your ass hard, opening wide your two tight holes. This made you squirm again with a loud whine and when he felt your pussy contracting around his cock, James felt it was the right time to cum.

“Oh yes baby, don’t stop moving this way…I’m gonna cum”, he warned you in a groan, his face contracting under the pleasure coming.

“Fuck me James…please…cum on me”, you bounced a little more on his tip and when you realized with his screams he was about to released his load, you thrusted out your pussy, leaving him space so he could stroke his dick against your ass. He stroked it so his cum could land on your ass cheeks and ran over your folds before dripping on his stomach.

“Oh fuck…yes!”, he groaned like a beast, arching his pelvis a little, his head hitting the pillow as he jerked off his dick with pace, his orgasm making him tremble a little.

He had closed his eyes and you smiled, watching over your shoulder all the mess. He panted hard when he stopped growling and you looked down at him, still straddling his hips. You smiled and hesitated a moment before you allowed yourself to run a fingertip along his sweaty chest. He giggled at the tickle, his eyes closed as he was just enjoying his post orgasm feelings and you smiled.

Leaving him recovering, you got up to go to the bathroom, searching for a towel to clean you. You picked another one for him before you came on the bed. But first, you couldn't resist to suck his dick one last time to clean him. Surprised by your gesture, James opened his eyes in a moan and looked down at you with a grin.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist”, you said with a tease, wiping a drop that left on your lips.

" I won't complain", he chuckled softly and grabbed the towel you were handing to him. "Thanks for the towel".

"You're welcome", you replied with a warm smile and while he was cleaning his stomach, you walked in the other side of the room, picking up your bag to peeped inside. James frowned at your attitude as he placed the towel on his bedside table.

"I hope you don't intend to leave me alone again tonight...", he asked as he sat down on the bed. You looked up at him and your gaze met his piercing blue eyes...

#james hetfield #james hetfield x reader #james hetfield imagine #james hetfield smut #james hetfield fiction #temptation #temptation part 4 #hope you'll love it #love you all for all the positive reactions to this story

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trans-severus-snape · 27 days ago

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Excerpt from "In Too Deep"

I decided to rewrite/expound upon "Snape's Worst Memory" in my fanfic "In Too Deep!"

In this story, Severus is a transgender male. TW for magical racism, bullying, hate crimes, transphobia, sexual assault of a minor.

Things played out as they always did.

“Leave him alone!” Always so protective…

“You’re lucky Evans was here, Snivellus-” Always mocking, arrogant…

“I don’t need help from filthy little Mudbloods like her!” Always angry, an easy mask to hide behind.

“Fine. I won’t bother in the future.” Always, a promise… “And I’d wash your pants if I were you, Snivellus.” Always, betrayal begets betrayal…

He hadn’t heard the continued argument between Lily and James, he’d only heard the sound of blood rushing in his ears. Then Lily was storming off, unknowingly leaving him to his fate.

He doesn’t hear James cast the spell, he just knows he’s dangling upside down in the air once more. Most of the fight had left him though, when Lily left. Still, he manages to glare at Potter and his friends, in spite of the chaotic emotions swirling around his mind. He opens his mouth to say something - likely an insult or some other sort of biting comment. He pauses though, noticing the intensity with which James was now glaring at him, the way his nostrils flared, the way his grip on his wand was white-knuckled.

Then he’s smiling, and Severus feels a chill run down his spine.

“Who wants to see me take off Snivelly’s pants?” James yells to the gathered crowd of students, to the response of cheers and laughter.

‘No.’ Severus’s heart began pounding in his chest. ‘This cannot be happening.’

“I bet he’s tiny!” Sirius laughs, throwing an arm around James’s shoulders.

“I bet he has an unwashed ass!” Peter Petigrew joins in the taunts. Remus Lupin is looking around with wide eyes, like he was wishing for an adult to suddenly appear. Like he was wishing someone, anyone, would stop this.

James raises his wand once more, taking a couple steps forward. When he speaks this time, it’s directly to Severus. “You humiliated Evans. Your ‘supposed’ best friend. Literally the only person in the world that tolerates your nasty self. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Severus feels his face grow hot, his eyes becoming damp as anger rushes through him, hot and uncontrollable. The anger is at himself, mostly, but still, he bares his crooked teeth, before abruptly spitting in Potter’s face.

Potter calmly tucks his wand away. Then he rears back a fist that slams directly into Severus’s ribs. He is unable to stop the pained gasp that escapes him, curling protectively in on himself.

James shook out his now-aching hand, muttering something about ‘skinny gits’ under his breath.

“Satisfied, Potter?” Severus managed to bite out, though it currently hurt to breathe. Deep down, he hoped against hope that James would, in fact, be satisfied with simply bruising Severus’s ribs and ego.

James looks at him, wild-haired, wild-eyed. “Did you not hear me? You humiliated Lily. I don’t give a fuck if I get detention, I’m going to make you feel the same humiliation she felt!”

Severus opens his mouth, planning to point out the fact that this whole debacle started because their little group had been ‘humiliating’ him, when Lily stepped in.

But then, James’s sweaty too-hot hands were suddenly on his hips, thumbs dipping into the elastic waistband of his underwear. All words died on Severus’s lips as he realized, ‘He’s really going to do it.’

Panic, pure and unadulterated, shot through Severus. He thrashed, squirmed, flailed, anything, anything, anything.

“Petrificas Totalus! Stop that!” came the voice of Black, moments before the spell hit Severus. His movements stilled instantly, his body going rigid.

Teary black eyes met cold hazel ones. ‘Potter, please…’ he begged internally, willing James to see the utter desperation in his eyes.

“Gonna cry?” James mocked him quietly. Then, in a fluid movement, he removed Severus’s underwear.

Severus squeezed his eyes shut tight, and for a moment there was nothing. No light, no sound, nothing. He was drifting in a boat on a sea of darkness.

Then, “Snape’s a girl?!”

Sirius Black, he was sure that’s whose voice it was. But in the end, he supposed it didn’t matter who the first person to break the silence was, because suddenly everyone in the area was talking at once. Shouting, in some cases. Their words and insults blended together, but certain words seemed to echo louder than others.

Pussy.

Cunt.

Vagina.

Severus felt the magic around his ankle suddenly snap, and he fell to the ground in a heap. The magic paralyzing him lifted as well, but for a moment, Severus didn’t move. He simply stared upwards at the bright blue sky, face burning, desperately wanting to turn into a bird so he could fly away from all of this. Then he was sitting up, scrambling to cover himself with his robes.

A hand suddenly settled on Severus’s shoulder unexpectedly, causing him to yelp and flinch, bringing up his hands protectively.

But it was just Lupin, standing there with a strange expression on his face. His wand was still out from having cast the counter curses to release Severus, but he tucked it away quickly upon seeing the look in his fellow teenager’s dark eyes. Then he bit his lip, shifting from foot to foot. “Are…are you okay…?” Severus wanted to say something sarcastic back, something biting. The words seemed to die on his lips though.

Pity, Severus realized in horror. That was the expression on Lupin’s face.

Lupin opened his mouth to speak again, but he didn’t get the chance to, as Severus had already begun sprinting away from the lake at breakneck speed. He heard a couple voices shout after him, but he didn’t stop.

He didn’t stop, not when he reached Hogwarts. He didn’t stop when he nearly ran into McGonagall, who called out after him. He didn’t stop when he slipped slightly on the stairs leading down to the dungeon, causing him to nearly fall down. He didn’t stop even when he couldn’t decide where to go, where to hide.

Nowhere felt safe. Not anymore.

He eventually found himself sitting on the floor of the potions supply closet, pressing himself into the far back corner of the small room. It was dark, dusty, and full of dead things. He curled up, wrapping his arms around his legs, pressing his forehead to his knees. He was reminded of home. The sound of a slamming door. Shouting. Steps coming up the stairs. Hiding under his bed. The anticipation. The knowing. The inevitable.

He knew he would be found, it was only a matter of time. Word would spread quickly of what happened down by the lake, as it always did at Hogwarts, and soon his secret would be a secret to no one. His roommates would know. His house mates would know. His professors would know.

Maybe in another world, he wouldn’t have minded people knowing. Maybe in a world that was less cruel, he wouldn’t have even felt the need to keep it a secret. But that was not a world he lived in. He lived in a world of harshness and pain, of biased professors, bigoted peers, and Marauders.

In the end, it took less than an hour for someone to find him.

Severus tensed, hearing the door to the Potions classroom open. A singular set of footsteps was heard then, making a beeline for the closet he had sequestered himself into, as though the person knew exactly where he was. As if to confirm his fears and suspicions, a familiar voice spoke, “Mischief Managed.”

Silence, except for the pounding of Severus’s heart. Then, a quiet thump against the door, rattling it in its frame, before the sound of something sliding down it. Another quiet thump, this time against the wooden floorboards.

The silence was almost unbearable, almost comfortable.

“I know you’re in there, Sniv.” Black.

Severus didn’t say anything, eyes simply trained unblinkingly on the door that separated them. He could clearly picture Black sitting on the floor, back pressed against the door, legs sprawled out in front of him.

“You should know the silent treatment doesn’t work on me. My mother has made me immune!”

“...Go away, Black.”

Sirius hummed. “Nope. Can’t.”

“Why not?” Severus’s voice sounds more raw and desperate than he would have liked - almost as though he were pleading with Sirius.

When the boy on the other side of the door speaks again, his voice had gained a slightly serious quality to it. “Cause everyone’s looking for you.” Severus forced a noise of irritation past his lips. “Okay, well not everyone. Most of the Professors though. The Prefects.” He paused. “Lily Evans.”

Severus felt his breath catch in his throat. “You’re lying.”

Sirius shifted. “Not this time.”

Severus hesitated, before slowly climbing to his feet. He approached the door cautiously, before opening it. Sirius fell back slightly, before he climbed to his feet as well. When he turned to face Severus, his expression was intensely serious. Silver eyes looked Severus over from head to toe, before he nodded his head. Some tension seemed to ease out of him.

Then, he was holding out his hand, holding out a familiar ebony wand, surprising Severus - he had not even realized he had left his wand back at the lake, he had been in such a hurry to get away.

Warily, he grabbed the wand from Sirius. He did not tuck it away, though.

In contrast with how he had been staring at him moments ago, Sirius now could not seem to even look in Severus’s direction. “Last I checked, Evans was looking for you in the library. Didn’t see anyone else there besides the librarian.”

Severus storms past him without a thank you.

He manages to make it to the library within minutes, without having been found by any of the people supposedly looking for him. As the library door closes behind him, though, anxiety fills him. ‘This was a bad idea…’

He turned to leave, only to be stopped by a soft voice. “Severus?”

His hand is on the doorknob - and he’s always been pretty quick. He could easily make a break for it.

Instead he turns to face Lily, just as she rounds the corner of a bookshelf. Upon seeing him, she froze, which gave Severus time to notice her flushed face, her red eyes, her pained expression.

Like Black had done, Lily appeared to look him over, before taking a deep, steadying breath. Her expression shifted, forcibly, to one of indifference.

Her voice still shook though, as she quietly said, “Dumbledore wants to see you in his office.”

Severus swallowed hard, the silence between them oppressive. He took a hesitant step forward. “Lily-”

“Don’t,” she interrupted him firmly. Instant regret overcame her and her resolute expression wavered, when Severus’s eyes began to fill with tears. When he wrapped his arms around his stomach protectively, hugging himself in an attempt to self-sooth, it took everything in her to not go to him. She sighed though, stepping slightly closer to him. She spoke softly, “I heard what happened…and for what it’s worth, I’m sorry…” Lily trailed off at the end, the careful hold she had on her own emotions wavering, especially when Severus breathed in a shuddering breath.

When she next speaks, it’s without thinking. “I…I-I should have been there. I should have been there to protect you.” She paused though, sighing again. “It’s not exactly my fault I left either, though, is it?”

Severus was tense, and his voice sounded it when he spoke, “Lily, I…I didn’t mean to say-”

“But you did. Didn’t you?” She shook her head sadly. “You said it so easily too…”

Severus doesn’t say anything at first. What could he say?

He has to confirm they are no longer friends, though; he cannot leave the question unasked, their conclusion open ended. “So that’s it then?” he asks. Lily gives him a look similar to the one Lupin had given him earlier: Pity. He looks away quickly. “I see.”

“Things are going to be a lot harder on you from now on,” Lily suddenly points out the obvious. Severus nods; he knows. “And I meant what I said. I won’t be there to save you.”

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thewintersoldier111 · 1 year ago

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(SMUT.SMUT.SMUT) Fem!reader x Bucky Barnes.

"Come on... P-ple-please, Mommy" Bucky groans out, arching his back. You hum in desire as you kiss down his chest. This was going on for a while, just Bucky tied to the bed while you make him go damn crazy.

He was a damn mess, his breathing ragged and heavy, body in a layer of sweat, sweat dripping from his forehead. Some of his hair was stuck to his face, his cock more hard than ever before. You were practically torturing him, and you couldn't help but feel a wave of possessive and dominance rush through your veins.

"please what?" You say with a devilish smirk on your face. Bucky looked down at you, biting his lip as you kiss his abdomen, kissing his v-lines, and he almost wanted to sob out in frustration and arousal at the same time. Bucky makes this sound, this whiny whimper that was like a child begging for their teddy bear back.

It was adorable, and you couldn't get enough of it. "Pl-please... Ahh-" Bucky moaned as you kissed along his inner right thigh, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin. You smiled against his sweaty warm skin. You run your tongue along his inner thigh, and he moans, closing his eyes. "Oh my God" Bucky moans.

"Mmm" You hum, the salty taste of his sweat lingering on your tongue.

You pull away, looking at his cock that was hard as a rock, throbbing with even the slightest touch on his body. There was no doubt that this orgasm he'll have will be the biggest, most sensitive one yet. You brush your fingers along his shaft, and he gasped, trembling. "Ahh fuck, keep doing that" He said in a moan.

You instantly stopped and glared at him. This was the third warning in an hour. You commanded him to not tell you what to do, and here his is, doing it the third time. He looked at you and his eyes widened with realization. He knew what the punishment was going to be, you were going to make him cum over and over again until he was practically screaming.

"No... M-mommy... Please-please... I-i swear I didn't mean-.. Ohhh Fuck!" He moaned loudly as you started stroking his cock fast. His back arched off the bed, his hands fisting in the sheets as he gasped and moaned uncontrollably. "AHHH God!" He moaned as you rubbed his leaking tip fast and rough.

"What did I say James, hm?" You say as you rub his tip faster with the pad of your pointer finger. He moaned loudly, his moans echoing the room. He hardly could even understand you, nor hear you. He was so lost in pleasure and pain as you stroked his throbbing member that it took him longer than a few seconds to respond.

"You-" He cut himself off with a moan. "You said... Do-Dont tell you-you what to do- F-Fuck" Bucky moaned out, his legs shaking as he instantly felt his orgasm building, the coil in his stomach growing. "That's right... " you said with a stern tone and you crawled up his body, your body hovering his as you stroked him harder now, his pre-cum shooting into your hand.

You chuckled darkly. Bucky moaned loudly, gasping for breath, his heartbeat increasing as he looked up into your eyes with hooded ones, his eyes hooded and dilated. "Such a pretty thing" You said with a scoff. "You just want me to ruin you, don't you?" You asked and you felt his get harder, about to explode.

He couldn't even speak, his mind only on your hand on his cock, and then he just snapped. He sobbed out in pleasure, his back bending and he cry's out in pleasure as he cums thick white ropes into your hand.

You smirked in satisfaction as you continued to stroke him, not stopping. After a minute, his body was shaking from the overstimulation. "M-mo-mmy" he stuttered out in pleasure and pain. You shook your head, ran your hand down his chest, your fingers brushing against his nipple. You leaned down towards his ear and said in a husky dominant tone.

"Your going to cum as many times as I tell you to" You said right into his ear, and he moans, biting his lip.

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Is it hot in here, or is it just me?

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #x reader #mcu #mcu bucky barnes #sebastian stan #winter soldier #winter soldier smut #so hot 🔥🔥🔥#fem reader

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love-hatred-stuff · 2 years ago

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> okay, here we are; a happy ending to my dbf!buck story^^

> warning’s the same as in part 1, just keep in mind that bucky is like tfatws!bucky, just without the metall arm ig

> enjoy my sweets<3

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It’s been three months and you were living in a dorm with your college friends now. You tried your best to stay busy and distract yourself. Wether it was studying in the library until late hours or letting your girlfriends convince you to join them for all those frat parties.

Because you would be lying if you’d claim that everything that happened didn’t break your heart.

If only you knew how miserable Bucky has been doing…

Your parents had mentioned that he had distanced himself since you’ve been gone and they were really sad about it and wondered what had caused his sudden discomfort.

To be completely honest, it might sound strange, but you were scared to leave him alone. You out of all people knew how lonely he really was. It wasn’t just the fact that he had no other partner in his life or any other friends except for Sam. You know you’ve helped him get over so much by just being there for him, so you could only guess what would happen to him if you weren’t there anymore.

James relied on you a lot. And you gladly took care of him. So you hated yourself for abandoning him like that. He had promised you everything he could have ever given you. Just for you to exist beside him as an exchange. Bucky would always be the man you would’ve married if you could.

Though you barely ever talked about how strongly you felt for each other, the love and affection you’d shared when you were alone had always been your own personal language that only you two understood. A connection so strong, you didn’t need words to communicate.

It was like nothing you had ever felt. Surely James would say the same.

••••••

You were conflicted. What could you do to help him but without anybody noticing? Now that you were living elsewhere, it would be harder to meet secretly.

It was four months after your heartbreaking goodbye. You haven’t seen each other at all. So you needed to see him, although you knew it would make things even harder.

You were trying to convince yourself that you were doing this because you didn’t want him drowning in his sorrow and self loath. But deep down you knew you needed him at least just as much.

It had been a particularly stressful night for you. Though it was supposed to be the opposite. You just couldn’t help but feel utterly bad about yourself and overall uncomfortable in your own skin as all those sweaty bodies of people you mostly didn’t know shifted around you.

It was time you talked to him. Because there hasn’t been a single minute in all the time you’ve been apart from James that you didn’t think of him.

You were scared, sure. After all, you practically left him, although he had done nothing wrong, -well at least nothing that couldn’t be fixed. The guilt was eating you alive so you really needed to do something about it.

Maybe now wasn’t the best time to do so because you did have a few drinks. Actually you’ve downed more shots than you’ve done any other night in your life. You weren’t big at drinking. Tonight you just so happened to have the urge to drown your feelings, so you would stop thinking about the man you shouldn’t have, couldn’t have.

Well, turns out, it had the opposite effect on you. That’s how you ended up here. In some bathroom where you didn’t even know how you came up there. With your phone in your shaking hand, searching for his contact. It didn’t take long (despite your problematic, helpless condition) because he was still one of your emergency contacts. Another thing that made your heart sting like an open wound.

It happened faster than you could overthink it. Only a few seconds and you heard your ex lover on the other end of the line speak to you. James had been surprised but he couldn’t say he didn’t desperately wish for this to happen. He just imagined you to be… more amenable.

…

“Hello? Y/n? Darling, are you okay?” He was getting worried sick by the fourth time you didn’t answer him.

“Oh hi-“ You must’ve slept for a second there-

“Yes, I’m goooood.” Your words came out childish and uncoordinated. That was all he needed to hear to know that you were under the influence of something. He was already up and prepared to grab his keys to pick you up as fast as he could. He just needed slightly more information as on where you were at the moment.

“That’s great, doll. Will you do something for me and tell me exactly were you are?” He spoke softly and slowly but strong and loud enough so you could understand him perfectly.

“What? Oh no! I’m sorry James!” You cried. “I jus’ miss you so much and- and I wish I could crawl up in your arms like I always did. You know that?” And there you were, at the point of breathing a little to fast and uncontrolled for Bucky’s liking.

“That’s okay, my doll. You just tell me where you are and you’ll be able to do just that in a minute, aight?” Trying to stay strong for you was hard for him. Especially when you’ve just said the things that he always dreamed about you confessing to him one day.

It was like his world suddenly had a meaning again. Because you were his world and he was waiting for it to come to life again. Yes, cheesy, but any other words probably wouldn’t put it the way he truly and honestly felt about you.

The breath he’d been holding finally released the moment you told him the address, sounding drowsy, like you would pass out any given moment. And the next sharp breath was taken when he climbed inside his far too expensive truck -the government gifted him as compensation for his trauma- and drove off while hoping he would reach you on time.

It was pitch black outside and if it weren’t for his good eyes, he would’ve needed hours to find the damn street where the party you were at was going on.

All that mattered was you and getting to you before any other person could take advantage of his girl in this state.

The frat house practically reeked of alcohol and whatever drugs were being puffed there. He really didn’t feel sorry for himself to have missed this kind of century -and the experiences that came with it- the moment he swiftly bypassed all the drunk idiots in this place.

James was glad you told him absentmindedly that you were hiding in a bathroom. He figured it would rather be upstairs than were all the people were around.

He ran up the stairs and knocked on the first door he found to be looking like a bathroom door. He would thank god for his good instincts another day Bucky thought, as you opened up pretty quickly and let him inside. He closed and locked the door behind him and was boundlessly glad that no-one else had found you before he could.

You were a smiling mess as you greeted him, suddenly full of energy again.

“James! I miss you so much!” You excitedly threw yourself at him. Arms around his neck, every other part of your body trying to cling to him as well. He dissolved your struggles easily by lifting you up, taking the liberty and putting his hands under you butt to support and hold you against him.

“I miss you more, baby.” He couldn’t believe how lucky he got today.

“No, I miss you more!” It was unusual for you to act this way, it was a sweet sight nonetheless. Even if it would be all just a dream of his, he would cherish this memory of seeing you so happy faced forever.

“Okay, okay. You win!” He couldn’t help but give you one of his big smiles in return.

There was comfortable silence for a minute before he came to speak again.

“I hope you won’t scream at me tomorrow, because I gotta take you home now, doll. And I can’t put you anywhere else but inside my bed. Unless you wanna have your roommates know that your lover is as old as your dad (technically born 1917, so much older than your parents).” He whispered in your ear, making you giggle in the process before maneuvering you out of this shithole of a house.

Oh, he could never forget about the consoling way you smelled. James had found comfort in these things about you and every time he got just tiny pieces of yourself thrown his way it would make him feel at home. He could consume you every day for the rest of his life (respectfully).

•••

The next morning you didn’t even had to open your eyes to know were you were. You could feel his smooth sheets around your body, just like his calloused and strong hands gripped you waist possessively but lovingly.

That moment you knew you’d never leave him again. Not giving two shits anymore about what other people had to say about this relationship. James was yours and he wanted to be yours more than anything else he had ever wanted or could ever want.

•••

Wow guys, I must say, it was quite fun writing this and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.

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