#lou i´m in your walls

[meep-meep-richie]

´´sweaty palms, saucy events, buck and tommy are thriving´´

[hsunrry]

winter house // one shot

harry styles x fem!reader

summary: you and your enemy end up together in winter house, with your few other friends.

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words: ~4,6k

tropes: enemies to lovers

warnings: smut18+, alcohol, mention of drugs, mention of being hit, angst (slight, i guess), handjob, fingering, oral (m receiving), protected sex, praise

a/n: request from @madstyles3204, angst with happy ending (i guess, i don’t feel it really, i’ll do better next time). i originally planned to do series from it, but i didn’t have that much idea for it, so it just end up being long one shot, enjoy!

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“can you stop touching me?” you snapped into his direction.

“i’m not!” he crossed his arms on his chest. you pointed at his thigh. “oh come on, my legs are long i have to sit somehow!” he said. sitting in the backseat for a long trip with two other people wasn’t really your dream, especially when your enemy is sitting right next to you.

“can you guys just stop?” Niall, who was sitting on your left rolled his eyes.

“why am i sitting in the middle anyway?” you asked. “come on, switch with me.” you made puppy eyes to Niall.

“nuh-uh, you know the rules, you’re short so you’re sitting in the middle.” he smiled. you shook your head, trying to get as far from Harry as you possibly could. you plastered to Niall’s side. he scoffed. “comfortable?”

“can i just go to sleep on your shoulder? we still have like 4 hours of driving.” you asked, ignoring his question. he shook his head amused, but he quickly nodded after that. you laid comfortably on his shoulder, ready to drift off to sleep. after couple of minutes, you managed to actually do that. Harry frowned.

“did she actually fell asleep that quickly?” Niall only nodded at his question. “finally, peace. i can’t stand her yapping and complaining about everything.” Louis, who was driving only chuckled at his words.

“she’s only complaining about your presence, i can’t really understand why you two don’t like each other that much.” Emma, Louis’s girlfriend said from passenger seat.

“it’s not important.” he muttered, looking at the snow slowly falling from sky. it was getting more snowy with every hour you were closer to the final destination. after 4 hours of sleeping on Niall’s shoulder, you finally arrived to the winter house that you all were renting for almost whole winter season. you woke up when the car stopped, rubbing your eyes.

“looks like sleeping princess decided to join us.” Niall grinned.

“shut up blondie.” your voice sleepy. when you finally walked out of the car, you felt cold winter air hitting you everywhere. you shivered, quickly going to the trunk for your suitcases. Louis unpacked the trunk from everyone’s stuff and you all started taking everything inside. the house was pretty big, for sure for more than 5 people, but it was still looking warm and cozy. wooden walls and furniture, big fireplace in the living area with open-concept kitchen. it was really spacious. one big bathroom on the bottom floor and one a little smaller on the first floor. all four rooms were upstairs, so obviously Louis and Emma were sleeping together in one of them.

“rock, paper, scissors who’s gonna sleep in the room next to Lou and Em.” Niall stated. you raised your eyebrow. “what? i don’t want to hear them fucking, so i think it’s fair.”

“oh fuck off mate.” Louis rolled his eyes, going into the room with his girlfriend and all their stuff. you played with Niall and Harry. they both went with rock and you went with paper.

“looks like i’m the first lucky one.” you chuckled and you could see Harry rolling his eyes. they both played and he won. Niall groaned.

“for fucks sake!” he grabbed his suitcases, going to the room next to theirs. you looked at the two rooms next to each other at the opposite side of the other two ones. you grabbed your two big suitcases and you went to the one of them. they were all identical inside, so it wasn’t really important who’s gonna take which. you walked inside the room. it was perfect size, really cozy, with king sized bed, tv, big dresser under it and two nightstands on each side of the bed. you placed one of your suitcases on the bed, unpacking your stuff to the big dresser and some more important things to the nightstand. after emptying both of them you laid down on the bed, stretching yourself with quiet groan. few minutes later Niall bursted into your room, without knocking of course.

“what?” you mumbled half-asleep since you wanted to take a quick nap and you were almost sleeping already.

“me, Louis and Emma are going shopping for some important stuff and food, you’re almost sleeping so i assume you don’t wanna go?” you nodded sleepily at his question. “do you need something?”

“tampons, Em knows which ones.” you mumbled, covering yourself with blanket. he only nodded and left your room. you took a nap finally, waking up after 2 hours. when you walked out of the room you discovered that they didn’t came back yet, so you went to the living area. you sat on the couch in front of fireplace, taking blanket from the basket to cover yourself. you leaned on the armrest, looking at the fire.

“you seriously have to be there?” you heard Harry’s voice behind you. you rolled your eyes, not even looking at him.

“so what?” you mumbled, closing your eyes. “sorry we have to tolerate each other for whole winter, because you decided that you want to come with us.”

“they never told me you’ll be here.” he snapped. you could heard him going to the open-concept kitchen. he opened the fridge. “it’s empty, it’s been two hours, they seriously didn’t came back yet?” you didn’t responded him. he went closer to the couch, looking down at you. he narrowed his brows when he saw you pretending to be asleep. “are you pretending to be asleep? seriously?”

“i don’t know what are you talking about.” you mumbled.

“you’re such a bitch.” he muttered, walking away to the stairs. you only showed him your middle finger, opening your eyes again to look and relax near fireplace. after some time they eventually came back from shop. they putted like 15 nets with groceries on the kitchen counter.

“we did groceries, you and Harry are unpacking them.” Niall ruffled your hair.

“i’d rather do this alone.” you stood up from the couch, leaving blanket on it. he shook his head.

“there is so much, i’m gonna get him.�� without waiting for your response, he stormed upstairs to get him. you sigh, starting unpacking first bag. after few seconds you heard footsteps going downstairs. when he entered the kitchen you looked at him for brief second. “i got this, you don’t have to.”

“oh shut up, i’m here already.” he grabbed one of the nets to unpack it. you bite your tongue to not argue anymore, because there was literally no point in doing it now. you smiled when you saw cinnamon rolls in the bag you were unpacking. you grabbed it, looking at it like you were in love. he looked at you. “ew.”

“what ‘ew’?” you raised your eyebrow while looking at him. he pointed at the cinnamon rolls with his head. “you’ve got to be kidding me.”

“no, i don’t know how can you like that.” he shrugged, going back to unpacking his net. you scoffed.

“did you ever even tried this?” you asked, looking between him and rolls. he frowned.

“i don’t have to try something to know that i don’t like it.” he mumbled, not looking at you. “also, they look like someone cum on them, they must be so good.” he said ironically. you shook your head, taking one from the package and biting it. he scrunched his nose. you slid the package into his direction. “what are you doing?”

“just try it.” you said after swallowing. he looked at the cinnamon rolls and then at you.

“you’re so annoying.” he mumbled, taking one from the package and taking a bite. he chewed few times, looking at the roll. he swallowed and licked his lips from frosting. you smiled tiny bit to yourself when he took another bite. “shut up.” he said with mouth full of cinnamon roll.

~~~~~ next day, evening ~~~~~~~~

“are we finally drinking something or what?” Louis grabbed 6-pack of cold beer from the fridge and putted it on coffee table in front of us. everyone grabbed one, except for you. Harry looked at you.

“you’re not drinking?” he raised his eyebrow. you shook your head. “you’re not fun at all, y/n.”

“i’m not fun because i don’t want to drink like the rest?” he nodded, opening his beer. “i never had alcohol in my mouth, for your information.”

“you never tried alcohol?” he asked in disbelief. you nodded. “so you’re gonna try it now. just like you made me try this stupid rolls.” he approached you with open beer can. you could already smell it and your stomach twisted from this.

“i said that i’m not-“ you started, but he grabbed your chin, causing you to open your mouth and he poured a little to it. it was happening all so fast, you didn’t even had a time to react. you spat everything on your hoodie, looking at him with wide eyes. stupid grin plastered to his face. you stood up and quickly went upstairs to your room.

“dude.” Niall sigh and Emma pinched the bridge of her nose. Harry looked confused.

“come on, it was just a joke, she’s overdramatic, like always.” he shrugged, sitting down on the couch. Niall frowned.

“you know her dad is dead, right?” Harry nodded at his question.

“yeah, so what?” he looked at him. Niall shook his head.

“he died from overdose of alcohol and drugs.” he stated. Harry froze for a second and he could feel sick in his stomach. he quickly composed himself, acting like he doesn’t really care about that.

“it’s just a beer.” he mumbled, taking long sip. Louis opened his can.

“you’re an asshole sometimes mate.” he mumbled, taking a sip as well. Harry clenched his jaw and didn’t said anything.

in meantime you went to your room and immediately took off stinky with beer hoodie. you could smell on your body this scent and feel the taste on your tongue. you quickly went to the shared bathroom and took off everything you had on yourself to the washing machine. first you brushed your teeth to get rid of the taste and soon after you stepped into the shower cabin. you washed yourself and your hair quickly. you walked out of the bathroom wrapped only in towel, your hair still damp. you saw Harry going up the stairs. he looked like he was about to say something, but you just went to your room. you went to the dresser to pick up new clothes. you heard a knock on your door. “yeah?”

“can i come in?” you heard his voice.

“if you have to.” you said, grabbing panties and bra from one of the drawers. you heard him coming inside. you looked at him. “what?”

“i didn’t know about your dad, i just wanted to get under your skin as always. i got it too far this time.” he said, biting inside of his cheek. you raised your eyebrow. “seriously, sorry.”

“you didn’t know, just don’t do something like that next time.” you said, not really looking at him and grabbing cotton shorts from your dresser. he nodded. you could feel him staring at you, since you were still only in the towel. “anything else you want or what?” he snapped back to reality after your question.

“uh… no, i just wanted to say that.” he said before he walked out of your room. you quickly changed into the hoodie and cotton shorts, looking through the window at dark winter night. he was acting weird. why would he EVER say ‘sorry’ to you? you shook your head and decided to go back downstairs. Louis and Niall were sitting on the couch together, talking and laughing. you saw Emma in the kitchen, so you decided to approach her instead of the boys.

“how are you feeling?” she smiled softly, referring to what Harry did earlier. you just shrugged.

“i’m okay now, he’s just annoying as always.” you mumbled, grabbing cinnamon roll from the package that was laying on the counter.

“but he care.” she said, looking at you taking a bite. you chuckled and swallowed.

“he don’t care.” you stated, taking another bite.

“he felt guilty, even if he didn’t wanted to show it to us after you went upstairs. you know i’m good at reading even the smallest expressions.” she said while grabbing bagel.

“i mean, he came to me and he said sorry tho.” you looked at her. she smiled.

“can i ask you why you two don’t like each other that much? you never told me.” she took a bite of her food, looking at you in anticipation.

“honestly?” she nodded, so you continued. “i don’t know.”

“wait, what do you mean ‘i don’t know’? you’re telling me that you two ‘hate’ each other and you don’t know why?” she raised her eyebrows.

“not exactly.” you bite inside of your cheek. “i know he have a reason, but i don’t know what’s that reason. he joined for the last year of high school, remember? yeah, so it was a party in my now ex-best friend house and i just wanted to say ‘hi’ and maybe know him a little better, he seemed interesting. that was my plan, but when i approached him, he just snapped at me for no reason and i guess from that day i’m just matching his energy towards me.” you shrugged. “i mean, why would i should be nice and sweet when he’s a dick to me?”

“so you’re telling me, that you two are like that and you didn’t even asked him WHY he don’t like you?” she asked confused. you nodded. “this is stupid.”

“maybe it is, but i’m not gonna ask him.” you said, not looking at her. “it’d be weird now.”

“well, okay, but you’d know at least.” Emma crossed her arms on her chest. you looked at her. you were about to say something, but Harry walked into the kitchen. he looked at you and Em concerned.

“all quiet all of a sudden.” he mumbled, grabbing orange juice from the fridge. you just stood there with her, looking at each other. he raised his hand to grab a cup from the cabinet, but you flinched slightly at his movements, immediately cursing yourself for doing that. ha narrowed his brows. “why did you flinched?”

“no reason, just thought something was falling on me from cabinet.” you said, obviously lying. he was looking at you for few seconds and before he could say something else, you spoke again. “sorry, have to go to the bathroom.” and with that you disappeared upstairs. he looked confused at Emma. she just shrugged. he looked into the direction where you went and he sigh quietly. he putted orange juice back to the fridge, going after you upstairs. he knew you didn’t went to the bathroom, so he knocked on the doors of your room. you opened and looked up at him. “what?”

“you thought i was gonna hit you?” he walked into the room, closing doors behind him. you shook your head. “stop lying!” he raised his voice, causing your flinch again. you looked at him with wide eyes. his gaze softened. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to raise my voi-“

“why do you hate me?” you interrupted him. he looked at you, clearly taken aback. he cleared his throat.

“you kidding, right?” he asked, but when you shook your head he narrowed his brows. “you seriously don’t know?”

“well, i asked so i really don’t know.” you crossed your arms on your chest. he scoffed.

“Lily told me everything at this party, you know that?” you raised your eyebrow at your ex-best friend name.

“what do you mean she ‘told you everything’? what did she told you?” you asked confused, untangling your arms from your chest.

“maybe you don’t know that, but i’m not really a man who like to be played with his feelings by some bitch.” he leaned on the wall.

“i’m confused Harry, what are you talking about?”

“you’re stupid or you just acting like that?” he looked down at you.

“no. i really don’t know what are you talking about.” he sigh at your words, shaking his head in disbelief.

“she told me that you will approach me.” you were just standing, looking at him confused. “she told me that you’ll act all sweet and cute, that you’ll say you want to know me, because i was new in the school.”

“well, yes, but you snapped at me for some reas-“

“i didn’t finished.” he said coldly, stopping you mid sentence. “after that, she told me you’ll do that just for fun, so i will fell in love with you and you’ll have another stupid’s boy heart to break.” he clenched his jaw. you looked dumbfounded at him.

“she said what?” you asked after few seconds.

“i’m really not that tough as i seem. i didn’t want to repeat the story from the school i was going before i moved. you were perfect description of my ex. she played with me as well.” he stated. “and i got just stronger with my opinion, after Luke told us that you played with him, and that’s why you guys broke up.”

“he told you i played with him? are you fucking serious right now?” you snapped, your voice stern. he looked at you and nodded. you bite inside of your cheek. “he used to hit me. that’s why i broke up with him.” he tensed at your words.

“wait, what?” he asked. his voice soft all of the sudden. “that’s why you thought i wanted to… god, i’d never hit you.” he said quietly, looking at you.

“i know, it’s just… reflex.” you started pinching your hand with your nails. “besides, i don’t know why she told you that. i was never like that. i wanted to approach, that’s true, but you just seemed interesting and you were new, i really wanted to know you, that’s it.” you looked down at the floor. he walked closer to you, tilting your chin up.

“i’m sorry you went through this. and for that i believed that asshole.” you shrugged. “no, don’t just shrug it off. i’m really sorry, if i knew this all was just… can we just start again? please.” you looked into his eyes. you could see he really regretted believing everyone and not talking to you back then.

“you really think we’d get along, after all that time playing like assholes to each other?” you chuckled softly. your eyes widened when he hugged you. you froze for a second, hesitantly hugging him back.

“i’m Harry.” his chin rested on the top of your head. you shook your head amused. for some reason you found comfort in his arms.

“i’m y/n.” you smiled, pressing your cheek to his chest.

“i like your name, suits you.” he smiled, tracing small circle on your back with his thumb.

“this is weird.” you chuckled. he chuckled along with you. “you can be real sweetheart if you’re not calling me a bitch all the time.”

“i don’t know what are you talking about, we just met.” he grinned, looking down at you. you rolled your eyes playfully with small smile on your lips.

~~~~~~ three weeks later ~~~~~~~

for the last three weeks, surprisingly, you and Harry get along well. everyone else was confused about your new behavior towards each other, but obviously it was a relief that you don’t want to kill each other anymore. Niall, Louis and Emma went for some small winter festival. you were currently in the kitchen, preparing things to bake cookies.

“what are you doing?” Harry asked, walking into the kitchen.

“cookies.” you said, grabbing flour from cabinet.

“cool, can i join?” he smiled, placing his hand on your lower back. you’d probably never admit it to yourself, but you started to like him more than you should. now, that you two started everything from the beginning, you were falling for him. hard and fast. when he wasn’t a complete dick, he was really sweet, and as you though- unfortunately, exactly your type. you always thought he was attractive, of course, but it wasn’t everything. when you were getting to know him better now, it’s was something you knew you were missing in your life.

“sure, if you want.” you smiled, grabbing few more necessary things. “we’re doing this pinterest cookies with jam. the ones with heart in the middle.”

“i saw them, yeah i know what you’re talking about.” he said, grabbing jam from counter. “cherry. nice, i like cherry jam.” he opened it, taking a spoon and dipping it in it. he ate whole table spoon of it, without anything. you scrunched your nose. “what?” he chuckled after he swallowed.

“you just ate a whole spoon of jam.” you said, disgusted. “it has to be too sweet.”

“it’s good.” he grinned, looking down at you. he licked his lips. “wanna try?” you shook your head playfully.

“okay, i can try. but not that much tho.” you smiled.

“it won’t be much, i promise. just a little taste.” he said, immediately leaning slightly down, pressing his lips against yours. when you realized what was happening, you kissed him back. his hand went on the nape of your neck, when the other one grabbed your hip. when you felt his tongue on yours, sweet cherry flavor hit your taste buds. your hand went into the back of his hair, pulling them softly. you were just kissing with a guy, who you were arguing with for the smallest things for almost two years. the worst part was that you wanted more. so much more. your other hand grabbed the hem of his shirt. he quickly read the signal, lifting you up. his hands under your thighs and your legs wrapped around his hips. without braking a kiss, he started going up the stairs to his room. when you two made it, he placed you on his bed, going on top of you. he broke the kiss, looking down at your swollen from kissing lips. his lips started leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck, sucking in few places. your breath was already getting heavier. “i’m falling for you, darling.” he whispered against your neck. you gripped his chin, pulling him to face you. he licked his lips nervously.

“i’m afraid i’m falling for you too.” he smiled at your words, kissing your lips softly. his hands went on the hem of your hoodie. he pulled back from the kiss, looking at you and silently asking for your permission. when you nodded he took it off, revealing your covered in bra chest. he touched your sides, going up to your chest.

“you’re gorgeous.” he placed soft kiss in the middle of your breast. he looked at you. “are you sure?”

“yes.” you smiled, placing your hand on his cheek. he nodded, reaching to the clasp of your bra under your back. you lifted your chest up slightly to help him. he finally managed to get rid of your bra, so your naked breast was on display for him. he started peppering your chest with slow kisses. you tangled your hand into his hair, hearing him gasping into your skin. you already felt that he was hard, since his body was pressed between your legs. your hands went to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up. he quickly helped you, tossing it somewhere in the room. his hands grabbed your cotton shorts, taking them off. quickly after he took off his sweatpants along with his boxers, revealing his hard cock to you. when he went back on top of you, you immediately wrapped your hand around him, stroking his dick slowly. he groaned, looking down at you.

“i’m really not gonna last long if you keep doing this.” he chuckled softly, gripping hem of your panties, to take them off you. his thumb went on your clit as soon as he took them off, causing your moan. “so sensitive.” he grinned, pushing two fingers inside you. your back arched slightly when he started moving them in and out. “babe, i need to come before we start or i’m gonna finish as soon as i enter you.” he gasped, feeling your hand still stroking him.

“then lay on your back.” you smiled, feeling him pulling out his fingers. he laid down, waiting for you. you quickly went between his legs, bending down and taking him inside your mouth. he groaned, looking at you. his hand gripped the sheets next to him, when you started moving fast on his dick.

“fuck, so good, i’m already close.” he panted, trying so hard to look at you and not close his eyes from pleasure. “can i come inside your mouth?” you nodded around him. your hand stroking the part where you didn’t reach with your mouth. your cheeks hollowed inside, to bring him even more pleasure. with last fast strokes you could feel his release going down your throat, along with his broken moan. you sucked him slowly through his orgasm, letting go of him eventually and swallowing everything. “i need 30 seconds to recover.” you chuckled softly, taking place next to him. he laid you down on your back, propping himself on his side. he started kissing your neck, going down back with his hand to your core and pushing two fingers inside. you gasped, feeling him curling them in perfect angle. he was already hard again. when you were getting closer, he pulled out, going fully on top of you. he grabbed condom from his nightstand, quickly opening it and rolling onto his length. he positioned himself at your entrance. with kiss placed on your lips he slowly slid inside. you moaned into the kiss, wrapping your legs around his hips immediately. he broke the kiss, looking at you when he went fully.

“you can move, it’s okay.” you smiled softly.

“just making sure, don’t wanna hurt you.” he pecked your lips, rolling his hips slowly. you moaned softly at first moves. “you feel so good, sweetheart.” he whispered against your lips. his arms wrapping around your body to be as close to you as possible. he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. your hands went on his back, scratching it delicately when he started moving faster.

“oh my god, yes, feels so good.” you gasped, feeling him smile into your skin. he went even faster and your back arched slightly at the sensation. he adjusted slightly, hitting your sweet spot now with every thrust. you moaned louder.

“found it.” he pecked your neck few times, pulling out from it to look at your face. he groaned, feeling his climax approaching. “you look perfect, you’re so good for me honey.”

“i’m close.” you gasped, looking at him.

“i can tell, i can’t wait to feel you coming around my dick baby, squeezing me so perfectly.” he kissed your lips. you moaned into the kiss when you finished, clenching around him and arching your whole body. your legs shaking slightly around his hips. he fucked you through your orgasm, slowing down with a moan when he finished himself. his arms tightened around you and his cock twitching inside your pussy. his breath hot against your lips. “i think i’ve waited for you my whole life.” he whispered.

[wintersera]

would you be open to writing mommy!kim lip fucking reader with her strap

mommy!kimlip x f!reader

notes: felt like i needed to make reader a little bratty but i dont know if it’s bratty enough ☹️ kimlip is also a little mean.

cw: mommy kink, spanking, STRAP!!! (term cock is used for strap too), bratty reader (sorta), edging at the end?

word count: 0.9k

it’s currently 9am in the morning and it seems that lippie was in a horrible mood. you know how it is with her, sleeping at 8pm at night and waking up at 6am in the morning. but of course, oec are performing and she had to stay up late as hell.

now, as the youngest of the group, you were well… a bit of a brat. you wanted the attention of your mommy on you and not on whatever the manager was saying, so like an annoying little kid you came from behind, wrapping your arms around her waist.

the people around, and kimlip herself, were pretty much used to your behaviour, you’d always follow lippie around like a kid, hugging, touching, doing whatever to her. it seemed innocent at first, everyone just ignored what you were doing and carried on with their day, but as soon as you slithered your hands into her pockets to caress her thighs, she grew sort of annoyed and undeniably turned on. she wanted to listen to the manager so bad but your annoying ass was distracting her.

whispering under her breath “y/n stop. can’t you see i’m trying to listen?”

you ignored her.

continuing to rub your hands on her thighs, she had to stifle a moan. it was embarrassing for her, the manager questioning if she okay and if she was ill due to her flushed face. oh she was getting pissed off.

“we’re in public y/nie. save this for later or else…”

or else what? you thought to yourself. what is she gonna do with so many people in the room?

“manager. can i excuse myself? i need to have a talk with y/n. it’s important” with a stern tone and a cold look she turned to you… oh fuck you forgot that she was your leader.

dragging you outside the room and into another, she threw you into the wall with force, not enough to hurt you though. “what was that all about, huh?” her voice was flat, at this point you knew you were screwed.

“wait, sorry. i didn’t mean it.”

“didn't mean it? as if you weren’t trying to fuck me right in front of the manager” its as if her words were like daggers. cold and piercing. “why don’t you be a good girl for once and follow mommy's orders” reaching for the bag she brought with her, you couldn’t help but wonder what she was going to do. punish you? it seems like it. “strip. now.”

a shiver ran down your spine. strip? with the chances of someone walking into this room right now? “come on, obey mommys orders or else”

“o-okay mommy…” with ease, you took off your flimsy hoodie followed by your sweatpants, leaving you almost completely bare. it was embarrassing, she was standing there with full authority over your exposed body, lights on and everything.

“atta girl. now bend over”

and you did what you were told, fearing as if she was going to punish you badly when you got back to the dorms.

you wanted to please her, you obviously knew she was pissed off but you didn’t know it went to this extent. so with that in mind you spread open your pussy, arousal coating your folds.

if it wasn’t anymore humiliating, she suddenly slapped your ass, a loud thud echoing around the room. hissing at the hot throbbing pain in your cheek, it was quickly replaced by a feeling teasing your dripping hole.

“fuck- jungeun?!” another slap to your ass,

“that's mommy to you, another mistake and i’ll leave you here” hands on your hips, she steadies herself as she prepares you for her strap…? she brought her strap into the music bank changing rooms?

“oec we’re back on stage in 10 more minutes” panic starting to set into your body, what do you mean 15 more minutes? “m-mommy wait i don’t think we have enou-“ within seconds you feel her cock reach deep into your pussy, ramming into you without any mercy. an unbelievably loud moan ripping out from your throat, followed by the sound of her tutting in disapproval.

“be quiet”

fuck it was good. your legs were already shaking from the immense pleasure, her cock hitting your favourite place with every thrust. “oh my god, mommy- fuckfuckfuck slow down p-please” you could tell she loved being called ‘mommy’ noticing that whenever you call her that, she groans. her nails sinking hard into your skin leaving red stripes across the sides of your waist.

hands supporting yourself on the wall, you moan out loud on accident. as if you weren’t red before, your face was now flushed red, the embarassment was too much for you that you felt overwhelmed.

pulling your hair from behind, jungeun made you look back at her. eyebrows furrowed as she slams into your abused pussy relentlessly. “do i make you feel good? baby do i make your tight pussy feel good?” only focused on yourself you answered her with a small nod. unhappy with, your reaction she slapped your ass harder than earlier. “good girls use their words, are you gonna cum? tell mommy you’re gonna cum” the anger in her voice being oh so delicious, it was driving you so close to the edge.

“cum- cumming mommy pleasplease i’m cumming” legs beginning to spasm and your eyes rolling back, you felt your orgasm come close and then…. she pulls out. “what the fuck?” whining at the loss of her cock in you, sadness crosses your face, “why’d you pull out?”

she doesn’t answer, instead, she let’s your managers booming voice answer for you “oec, you’re about to get on stage” taking the strap of her, she places it back inside her backpack (specifically for the strap) walks to the door and stops before she could open it.

“if you perform well, i’ll think about letting that punishment go later” then she walks out without a care, leaving you without an orgasm. fuck…

[teetle-time]

…so the writing demons grabbed me by the throat this morning and wouldn't let me go until i wrote this. anyway @hasello the cousins au is living in my brain rent-free so i hope u don't mind that i took a crack at something first-meetings-y with rise and 03 and wound up with 2.5k words of the babies :D

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The rat who once was Lou sprinted down the rain-slick alleyway with one arm clutching his boys to his chest and the other digging through his pockets.

"I saw it run this way!"

He bit back a curse; his pursuers were still hot on his trail.

And his tail.

Heh.

What a time to be alive.

The mystic key bumped against his fingers, and he quickly snatched it out of his pocket and darted to the nearest wall. He needed to be quick and precise.

…well, he at least managed speed. He spent too many precious seconds glancing back to watch the beams of light bounce ever higher just a turn away, so he really had no idea if his sigil was anywhere near accurate.

As if in answer to prayer, it lit up, opening a circular portal for him, and he leapt through without a second thought, pocketing the key as he fell.

His luck held out long enough for him to hear it close behind him without any of the humans chasing him shouting in surprise.

It did not hold out long enough to actually drop him into the Hidden City.

Instead, when the portal ended, he stumbled out into a long tunnel, directly in front of another rat with four humanoid turtles around them.

No-Longer-Lou froze like a deer in headlights, staring at the strangers and heaving for air.

The strangers all mirrored him, freezing in place and scanning him in all their various capacities.

The other rat spoke first: "My, isn't this unexpected?"

A snort forced its way from No-Longer-Lou against his will at that, though he quickly brought a hand (no, he had paws now) to his mouth to stifle it. "I- I'm so sorry, I just- I didn't mean to- This isn't where-!"

"Peace," said the other rat, carefully maneuvering the turtle in front of him a bit to the side and standing up. "Whatever circumstances brought you here, it is clear that you have been moved by the strings of fate, rather than by choices of your own design. You mean no harm to us, yes?"

"I-I- yes."

"And we mean no harm to you," soothed the other.

No-Longer-Lou breathed heavily for a moment more, but then his attention was quickly arrested by motion in his arms.

Raphael- the quickest to grow, but still so, so small- screwed up his face. "Papa?"

"I'm right here, Raphael," No-Longer-Lou murmured, reaching into the sling to give the boy's hand a squeeze.

The other rat's eyes widened at the name. "Now, that is a one-in-a-million chance, indeed."

"Why's he got a baby with my name?" demanded the turtle wearing a red mask over his eyes.

It was No-Longer-Lou's turn to be surprised. "Raphael? But then…"

He took in the colors of the masks on the other three turtle boys' faces.

Purple, blue, and orange.

"Donatello? Leonardo? M-Michelangelo?"

Silence.

At least, until the turtle boy in orange leaned over to his brothers and whispered loudly, "How does he know our names, dudes?!"

No-Longer-Lou's sons roused at their names, and he quickly realized his mistake as Michelangelo began to fuss. "Oh, oh, no, Michelangelo, please, it is alright, please don't-!"

Michelangelo may have been the youngest, but he had a record-shattering set of lungs, for sure.

The moment Michelangelo began to wail, Leonardo jumped in with him, refusing to be left out, and then Raphael was crying and Donatello was shoving his tiny head into No-Longer-Lou's chest with his hands over where his ears would have been and the rat could feel his own ears on the verge of bleeding-!

The other rat's back straightened, and he turned to the older turtle boys. "My sons, I still have some of the supplies I scavenged when you were tots. Raphael, the pacifiers. Leonardo and Donatello, the blankets. Michelangelo, the pillows."

The boys nodded seriously, wincing as the cries reached a peak before darting across the tunnel and digging through various chests and boxes. Meanwhile, the other rat carefully took No-Longer-Lou's arm and led him towards the chair the others had been gathered around in the first place. "Please, have a seat. I would quite like to hear the tale of how you came to this place-"

-an ear-splitting cry from Leonardo-

"-but first, we must calm your children," finished the other rat with a tired smile.

No-Longer-Lou nodded just as tiredly and began to gently bounce his boys. "There, there, your Papa is right here, we are all together, and…and we are safe."

The other rat's expression warmed.

"I got the pacifiers!" called the older boy named Raphael, charging back over and brandishing the four objects in one hand.

"Excellent work, Raphael," praised the other rat as he took the pacifiers.

The boy beamed.

"These should do for now," the other rat said, pressing one into No-Longer-Lou's paw. "These were enchanted by an old friend of mine to allow them to keep up with beaked babies."

No-Longer-Lou managed a weak smile at that, then carefully reached in to nudge the pacifier against Michelangelo's mouth. "Here we are, little Orange. Wouldn't it be nicer to suck on this instead of crying?"

Michelangelo hiccuped, but after a moment of what seemed like confusion, his mouth closed around the pacifier and he looked up at No-Longer-Lou with wide, wet eyes.

"One down, two to go," chuckled the other rat, handing off another pacifier. This one went to Leonardo, who contented himself quickly once he had something to do with himself. He seemed to be gnawing on the pacifier, rather than sucking on it, but No-Longer-Lou chalked it up to curiosity at the foreign object.

Surprisingly- or perhaps not- Donatello was the next one to need something to work with. Raphael began calming down after a few moments of being the only one still crying, but when Donatello caught sight of Leonardo messing with the pacifier, he turned an utterly betrayed stare up at No-Longer-Lou until he gave the boy one to fiddle with.

With the remaining pacifier in hand, No-Longer-Lou smiled wearily at Raphael. "You may be a bit big to use this, Red. Do you still want to try?"

Raphael nodded firmly. "Raphie's the big brother. Gotta be the bestest essample."

No-Longer-Lou handed the pacifier over, and…yep, it was completely dwarfed by his son. Still, his boy held it in his mouth and smiled over at Michelangelo when the two met eyes.

Michelangelo blinked, then smiled back.

"Blanket delivery!" called the bigger Donatello, carrying a pile of blankets nearly as tall as he was.

Next to him, his brother Leonardo fussed. "Donnie, I told you I could have held some!"

"Easy, Leonardo," chuckled the other rat, easily lifting the blankets from Donatello's hands. "How about you make sure our visitors are tucked in and comfortable?"

"Okay, Father," chirped Leonardo, immediately doing exactly that- and perhaps peeking into No-Longer-Lou's arms a few times to peer at his boys.

Little Raphael watched the bigger boy curiously, then said around the pacifier, "Raphie thought we were th'only turtle people."

The bigger Leonardo paused for a moment, then looked at him. "So'd we."

Leonardo- the baby- met the other Leonardo's eyes, then spat out his pacifier- and yes, it was much more chewed-on than before. "Hi! Hi, hi, hi! I'm Leo!"

The other Leonardo blinked, then grinned. "Me too. It's a good name, right?"

Little Leonardo nodded, shaking his entire body from the effort. "Daddy pickeded it!"

No-Longer-Lou chuckled. "Feeling better now, are we?"

Little Leonardo nodded again, just as energetically. "Mikey no sad no more!"

"Did somebody say Mikey?!" crowed the older boy of the same name, wildly waving pillows over his head as he ran over.

"Midey! Midey! Midey!" cheered the baby around his pacifier, flailing his arms.

"That's right, little dude!" Older Michelangelo grinned and peered over at him as soon as he skidded to a stop in front of No-Longer-Lou. "We're the mightiest!"

"MIDEYST!" shrieked the baby in glee.

Little Donatello winced and paused his inspection of his pacifier to glare witheringly at his youngest brother.

"Careful, Michelangelo," chastised No-Longer-Lou. "Your brother has sensitive hearing, remember?"

Baby Michelangelo blinked, then frowned very seriously and wiggled until he was able to grab Little Donatello's arm in a hug- or rather, a- "Dondon hubbub."

Little Donatello's glare softened, and he went back to fiddling with the pacifier with his free hand. It seemed the hinge on the back occupied more of his attention than the squishy part meant to be sucked on.

The older Michelangelo pressed the pillows in his hands to his face. "D'awww, they're so cute!"

No-Longer-Lou smiled warmly. "They are, aren't they?"

"It seems like we've established that we have similar taste in names," chuckled the other rat. "Though, just to be sure, might I ask yours?"

No-Longer-Lou's smile turned bitter. "It doesn't matter. I'm only a splinter of the man I used to be, anyway."

The other rat's eyebrows rose. "What curious phrasing. I never was a man, but the name I was given before my mutation by the family I was brought into was…well, Splinter."

No-Longer-Lou straightened in the chair at that. "Curious indeed…"

After a moment of thought, on a half-formed hunch born of one too many late night sci-fi movie marathons, he continued, "You know, before my own mutation, I'd more-or-less befriended a rat in my- well. A rat. I…I'd chosen the name Lou Jitsu years ago, but…the name I was given was Yoshi."

A shaky breath from Splinter. "…Hamato Yoshi?"

No-Longer-Lou steadfastly kept his focus on his boys. "I haven't deserved that name in a long time."

He kept the part about not wanting to be associated with his family's 'traditions' firmly unsaid.

"You okay, Papa?" asked Raphael, reaching up to pat at his face.

"I will be," No-Longer-Lou said, pressing a kiss to the boy's forehead.

Splinter gently laid a hand on No-Longer-Lou's shoulder. "I swear to you, you and your children will be safe here for as long as you need. I don't know how you came to be here, but I will help you return home if you so wish."

No-Longer-Lou nodded, thickness rising up in his throat and clogging it.

"Mr. Lou, can I see Baby Mikey?" asked the older Michelangelo, setting the pillows down.

Both rats' eyebrows rose, and Splinter asked, "Mr. Lou?"

"Well, if he doesn't use that Yoshi name, and we can't call him Splinter because you're Splinter, then he's Mr. Lou!" Older Michelangelo crossed his arms and nodded decisively, his point made.

Splinter and…and Lou met each other's eyes with equally bemused expressions, then Lou looked down at his boys. "I don't know. Orange, would you like to see Big Michelangelo?"

"Bihmidey!" Michelangelo said seriously, patting at Donatello's arm before wriggling upright and peeking out at the older boy. "Bihmidey hi?"

"Heh, yep," said Older Michelangelo, beaming widely. "Hi, li'l Mikey!"

The baby chirped excitedly, bouncing in place until Older Michelangelo reached over to pick him up. Lou watched carefully, but it seemed the older boy had at least some idea of how to hold a young child, as he easily hefted Little Michelangelo against his side.

"I wanna see the babies!" exclaimed Older Leonardo.

"Me too!"

"Yeah!"

Little Leonardo giggled and clambered out of Lou's arms too quickly for him to react. "Hey, hey, hi! I'm big boy!"

Older Raphael darted forward to keep Little Leo from tumbling to the ground. "You sure are, yeesh! Don't hurt yourself!"

Little Raphael whined. "Leo, don't fall down like that! You'll get a owie!"

"S'okay, Raphie!" Little Leonardo grinned up at his brother, then at Older Raphael. "There's two Raphies! That's even more Raphie! Gonna be saferest!"

Little Raphael whined again, but after a brief moment where Older Raphael's eyes grew suspiciously moist, the older boy blinked quickly before grinning at his younger double. "You heard 'im. I'll keep your bro outta trouble, swear."

Little Raphael scowled. "You better."

"Did you want to come out and keep an eye on them?" asked Older Leonardo knowingly.

That got a nod out of Little Raphael, and the older boy helped him climb down to the ground.

With only Donatello left in his arms, Lou couldn't find it in himself to be surprised when the older Donatello peered at the younger boy. "What about you, Tinytello? You wanna come hang out?"

Little Donatello hissed in displeasure and flipped the hinged handle on the pacifier up and down more quickly.

"I'm guessing that's a 'no,' then," said Lou. "It's nothing against you, I promise. Today has simply been…a lot."

"Oh, I can get that," agreed Older Donatello immediately. "Like, I dunno what you were doing before you came here, but it didn't look very fun. And now a bunch of big brother wannabes are getting all up in his space and playing with his bros without him? I'd be on-edge, too."

Little Donatello's handle-flipping stilled, and he shifted to look at Older Donatello's chest. (Wasn't there a turtle-specific word for that part of their shells…?)

"I'm close, huh?" asked Older Donatello. "Figured it'd be something like that. That's okay, Tinytello! Sounds like you've been having a rough time of it. Do you want me to go do something else, or should I stay put?"

Little Donatello's forehead furrowed for a moment, then he gravely held the pacifier out to the older boy.

Lou's brows shot up. "Huh. I know Purple is unique in many ways, but he usually isn't so quick to decide a stranger is worthy of a gift…even if that gift belonged to the stranger, first."

Little Donatello frowned when Older Donatello didn't immediately take the pacifier, then gave the handle a demonstrative flip before shaking the pacifier a little.

Older Donatello's eyes widened, and he carefully took the pacifier and gave the handle a tentative flip.

Little Donatello chirruped, shifting in place to get comfy in the crook of Lou's elbow in such a way as to keep watching the older boy.

Splinter chuckled as the two Donatellos went back and forth, flipping and chirping. "I do believe your son has found a new friend in mine."

Lou huffed a weak laugh of his own. "I suppose he has."

He took the opportunity to scan the tunnel- or rather, now that he had a moment to think, the room within the tunnel.

Little Raphael and Older Leonardo stood aside as Little Leonardo cartwheeled in circles, ooh-ing and aah-ing whenever the younger boy glanced their way. Older Raphael kept a hawklike eye on the toddler, constantly circling around him to place himself between Leonardo and the nearest obstacles. Older Michelangelo hopped around the room, bouncing the baby with each hop and getting the both of them to giggle madly.

Little Donatello yawned contentedly and smushed the side of his face against Lou's arm, still watching Older Donatello bemusedly flip the handle of the pacifier.

Lou felt the adrenaline that had kept him moving for the past hour finally begin to drain, and it quickly became a struggle to keep his eyes open.

Splinter's hand came down on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "Rest, Lou. You and your sons are safe here. The rest can wait for now."

Lou nodded tiredly, and his eyes fluttered shut before he could have any further say in the matter.

[hlficlibrary]

✤ New Year's Eve Fics ✤

A series of posts with the top five fics of each category by kudos plus five more hidden gems from that category! Remember to leave kudos and a comment on the fics you enjoyed to show your appreciation! You can find our other recs here.

- Top 5 H/L Fics -

1️⃣ You’ve Got My Devotion (Hate You Sometimes) by lucythegoosey / @harryrainbows {E, 95k}

Harry was in the biggest boy band in the world. He was also one half of the best (or worst, depends on who you ask) kept secret relationship in the music industry.

Now, almost five years on, after One Direction has broken up, and Harry and Louis' relationship has as well, a video threatens to put everything at risk.

One determined Irishman, a massive publicity stunt and two begrudging exes are all it takes to bring One Direction back to life and maybe, just maybe, Harry and Louis' mangled love life too.

Or: Harry and Louis are forced to fake-date after an old video from when they were dating emerges.

2️⃣ baby we could be enough (i'll make this feel like home) by orphan_account {M. 52k}

“Did you clean the table?” Harry asks Louis once Rose is done speaking, now occupied with trying to see if she can reach over and touch Harry’s hair from where she’s sat. At Louis’ nod, Harry frowns. “You didn’t have to do that. You’re my guests here, I could’ve dealt with it later.”

Louis just smiles easily, though, adjusting Rose on his lap so that she’s facing Harry better. She manages to tug on a loose wave of hair, and she makes a noise of triumph that both Louis and Harry smile at.

“I don’t mind,” Louis murmurs to Harry, even though he’s looking at Rose. “This one here seemed very excited to talk to you.”

And, okay. Harry can’t help but think of how domestic this feels, all of a sudden.

[harry is a photographer who's trying to find his place. louis is a single father with a smile that feels like home.]

3️⃣ Can’t Hide It, You Might As Well Embrace It by supernope {E, 67k}

Together since they were teenagers, Harry and Louis are professors at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They may also secretly be married.

4️⃣ And Touch Me Like You Never by runaway_train / @runaway-train-works {E, 35k}

“Lets move back a bit yeah?” Harry clutches at his waist with a free hand and tugs him to move through the crowd until they are almost at the back of the group and settles them both beside the far wall. “There. That better?”

Louis looks up at him, as if he’s a tad dazed. “Uh, yeah, thanks. Can’t really see much from back here either though.”

Harry lifts a shoulder and grins at him, placing a hand on the wall behind Louis to pen him in. “We’ll just have to create our own fireworks then, won’t we?” He says it jokingly with a wink, and Louis laughs but he seems nervous. He must know that Harry is harmlessly flirting. Harry flirts with everyone after all, including Louis.

“Do you think this is a good idea Haz?” Louis asks quietly, almost too quietly in the clamour of the room, his head bowed as he scuffs his shoe on the carpet.

“Stop over thinking it Lou, it’s one kiss. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Or The one where Harry and Louis agree to be each other's New Year's kiss and it ends up being a lot more than they bargained for.

5️⃣ six feet beneath the moon by @starseas {NR, 25k}

AU. takes place over one night. harry and louis meet at a going away party.

HIDDEN GEMS:

💎 like cranberries on a winter evening by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou {G, 57k}

Louis hates Christmas. With good reason, too. And no, he doesn’t want to talk about it.

When research for his next novel leads Louis to the website of a quirky little hotel in Northumberland, there is exactly one room available for the two weeks that Louis really wants to get away from his family.

Will the fairy lights, kind smiles, homemade pastries, and genuine friendships awaiting him in Harry Styles’ hotel be enough to cause Louis a change of heart?

💎 Never Walk Away (A Man Can Be Kind) by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove {T, 8k}

Louis and Harry have recently ended their three year relationship. But maybe a little holiday magic can bring them back together.

“I don’t know why you’re so nice to that louse,” Oli says as the taxi pulls away from the curb.Louis glances back through the window. Harry is still standing on the sidewalk, hands in his pockets, watching them go. “He’s not a louse,” he says absently.“He hurt you.”“I hurt him,” Louis replies. “And he didn’t mean to. It was inevitable. It’s not his fault. It is what it is.”Oli is silent for a long moment. At last, he sighs. “Someday you’re going to have to stop being afraid.”

💎 Rapture by @allwaswell16 {E, 3k}

It was New Year's Eve in Victorian London, and a lonely vampire could no longer resist the stunning lamplighter he watched night after night.

Or, a vampire Harry fic because what says the holidays like Victorian vampires?

💎 so c'mon c'mon (and dance with me baby) by theweightofmywords / @lil0 {NR, 3k}

Determinedly, he rushes back to where the DJ’s loud music can drown out his loud and racing thoughts, where there is free champagne, and where there is a kind man, hopefully, still waiting for him.

His chest unfurls with relief as he spots Harry, now with a martini in hand. He is standing steadfastly at their cocktail table, and Louis feels an odd sort of kinship when he sees his new friend. Harry straightens up as he sees Louis approaching.

“Did you find-”

“Let’s dance,” Louis cuts him off. Thankfully, Harry doesn’t ask questions.

Louis and Harry meet at a corporate holiday party, drink copious amounts of champagne, dance like fools, steal rich people's food, and possibly, just maybe, fall in love.

💎 Know What You Need by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense {E, 3k}

Harry always thinks he knows what he needs, but Louis knows better.

[daisyblog]

Happy Birthday YN

Our Story Masterlist Summary: It's YN's Birthday. Warning: swearing

Today is YN’s 19th birthday and the boys are performing in Sheffield tonight as part of the Take Me Home Tour, and as Doncaster is close to the arena, all of YN and Louis's family were coming to the show. YN’s birthday began when she was woken up by small pecks on the back of her neck, snuggling her head back into the pillow. Harry’s raspy voice is heard “Happy Birthday baby” and he continues to place a kiss on YN’s cheek. “Thank you babe” YN speaks for the first time as she turns around to face Harry. “Are yah excited to see your family tonight?” “Yeah..I can’t wait..I know Lou’s excited too” “Sooo…what do you fancy for your birthday breakfast?” Harry asked as he pulled her closer to him under the covers. “Hmmm…pancakes with a cup of tea” YN requested as she lovingly kissed her boyfriend's lips. “Then that’s what you’ll ‘av” Harry spoke before turning to order room service to their room. As Harry comes back into the room, he sees YN still laying in their bed and scrolling through her phone, probably answering birthday wishes. “I’ve got you something” Harry’s voice startles YN. “Aww babe…you didn’t need to get me anythin’…thank you” YN smiles as Harry lays next to her again but with a blue bag in his hand.  As YN opened the bag and gift box inside, a heart-shaped necklace sat inside and before she could thank Harry, she wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and smashed her lips to hers. “You like it then?” Harry laughed as they pulled apart. “I luv’ it..thank you so much baby” YN pecked Harry’s lips once more. “I love you always” “I love you forever” --- As YN and Harry arrived at the arena, multiple members of the crew wished her a happy birthday as they walked passed the couple who walked hand in hand. As the pair reach the main dressing room door, Harry allows YN to walk in first. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" several different voices shout at once. Overwhelmed at the sight in front of her, YN can't help but let the tears fall from her eyes. Banners stuck onto the walls and tables, balloons covered the floor and a big cake was placed in the middle of the table. "Shit..she's crying" Liam's voice is heard as he panics. "N-no they're..a-appy tears I promise" YN manages to speak as the tears slip down her cheeks. "Aww t-thanks everyone". At the sight of his love trying to wipe her tear-stained cheeks, Harry wraps his arms around the front of her, sitting across her chest, he places a kiss on her head "Hey..you alright?" "Y-yeah..yeah 'm fine...just in shock that's all"

Louis makes his way over to the couple "'appy birthday Tiny" and Harry removes his arm from around her so she could hug her brother. "Thanks Louis...I can't believe everyone did this for me" "Hey..you fookin' deserve it..okay?" Louis whispered into YN's ear. "Right..c'mon then..let's cut the cake"

Most of the crew have gone back to doing their jobs and tasks after cutting the cake and everyone having a slice. All the boys and YN are still hanging out in the dressing room. "Soo the baby has finally joined the nineteen club" Niall speaks towards YN. "It's a good club to be fair" Harry joins in the conversation as he sits on the sofa with YN wrapped in his arms. "If it's just us fookin' three in the club then I'm out" YN joked. "Heeeey" Harry pouted his lips and without a thought, YN pressed her mouth to his. "Aww fook sake man...get a fookin' room will ya" Louis's voice was heard as he made gagging noises which made the others, including Harry and YN laugh. --- Before the show started, YN and Louis's family arrived and immediately took them both into their arms after not seeing them for a while, they had all wished YN a happy birthday and hugged her and said how they wouldn't believe she was nineteen already.

Phoebe and Daisy were so excited to see Louis perform and just couldn't contain their excitement as they jumped around the room. The older girls were slightly calmer about the situation but insisted on having their photos taken with the boys. As YN had seen the boys perform every show on the tour so far from the comfort of the box reserved for the boy's family and friends, she insisted that she would watch from the side with Louise as there were only so many seats available and she wanted her family to enjoy the show. YN and Louise stood at the side of the stage as the boys finished singing Live While We're Young. "Sheffield...It's been a pleasure this evening" Louis's voice boomed through the arena, which caused the crowd to react "It's a special day today...It's me sister YN's birthday" "Happy birthday to you..." Liam began to sing. "Shall we sing 'appy birthday to her?" Louis asked the fans and they all cheered. As Louis and the boys look to the side where YN was standing they see YN shaking her 'no'. "Oh..she's shakin' 'er head at me...she's gonna kill me for this...shall I bring her out on stage so we can all sing it together...yeah c'mon Tiny out ya come...c'mon" Louis walks towards his sister who is still telling him no but he reaches for her hand and pull her with him back onto the stage. "YN YN YN YN" Niall and Liam start to chant and encourage the fans to copy. "Lou...please...I don't like this" YN protests whilst laughing nervously. Now standing in front of an arena filled with people, YN can't help but try and hide behind Zayn. "Is everyone ready to sing...one two three.." "Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to YN, happy birthday to yoooooou" everyone in the arena sings, making YN laugh and smile. Now standing next to her brother side who leans his elbow on her shoulder and pushes the microphone to her mouth, YN's voice is heard "Thank you everyone..that was really special". "See wasn't that bad was it" Louis speaks again as he brings YN into a hug. "I feel like I'm missing out...can i 'av a hug too" Niall interrupts, YN hugs Niall, Liam and Zayn before she awkwardly turns to Harry who wears a mischievous smirk on his face as he holds his right hand out for her to shake, causing the boys to laugh and the fans to roar with noise at witnessing the couple interact. "I tell you wha' 'cause it her birthday, I'll let you give her a kiss on the cheek Styles" Louis talks into his microphone, making the fans go crazy and Niall's laugh bounces around the stage. Harry brings his microphone up to his mouth "On the cheek, are ya sure Tommo?" which causes Louis to shrug his shoulders and his famous grin covers his face. But as the boys joke around, YN is already walking back towards the side of the stage until Harry jogs over to her and pulls her hand so his back is facing the crowd and she's hidden behind his frame. He dips his head and captures her lips with his own and pulls away quickly and whispers "Happy Birthday Baby" so only YN could her, as the cheer of the crowd behind them surrounds them. "Styles...you need biology lessons mate 'cause I clearly said cheek" Louis sassily speaks into his mouth, causing the boys to laugh. "Sorry, my lips slipped" Harry cheekily replies.

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louteasdale Happy Birthday gorgeous girl👸🏻🎂💕 View all 7,459 comments

1dfan6 happy birthday YN🎈

yntomlinson Aww thank you babes😘

harryfan3 Happy Birthday!!!

louisfan3 Happy Birthday to the sass queen 😜

tomlinsonsupdates HBD to our girl💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

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annetwist Happy Birthday Darling! Hope you've had the best day yntomlinson🎂🎈💕🎉💗 View all 9,765 comments

gemmastyles happy birthday👭🏻❤️ ⌞yntomlinson Thank you Gem❤️❤️❤️

harryfan3 Can't believe YN was 16 when the boys were on X Factor and now shes 19! Happy birthday YN💜

1dfan2 Happy Birthday🎉💞

stylesupdates HBD YN!! I love Anne for giving us photos of Harry and YN!

yntomlinson Aww thank you so much Anne❤️See ya soon xxx

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lottietomlinson Happy Birthday to the best big sis ever👸🏻🎂💕 View all 5,936 comments

lottiefan happy birthday YN💘

yntomlinson Aww thank you Lotts💞Love ya!xxx

1dfan2 Happy Birthday!!!

louisfan7 Happy Birthday YN!

1dupdates QUEEN! HBD🎂

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niallhoran Happy Birthday to my little sis yntomlinson🎉🎈🎂 View all 25,566 comments

niallfan5 Aww happy birthday YN🎈🎂

1dfan2 I love how the other boys call YN their sister! ⌞1dfan8 Except Harry😂

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niallfan2 I love Niall and YN friendship!😍

yntomlinson Thank you Horan!😎💙

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1dfan8 happy birthday YN xx

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1dfan5 Louis loves his sisters so much🥺🥺

yntomlinson Thanks mate😜Love ya xxx ⌞louisfan6 omg I love how sassy she is...mate😂😂

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annetwist I love this photo of you both❤️ Missing your beautiful faces xx

yntomlinsonupdates OMG DID ANYONE SEE THE VIDEO OF HARRY KISSING YN TONIGHT AT THE SHOW!! ⌞harryfan3 As much as i hate to say it, it was the cutest thing ever😍

--- A/N: I hope you're all enjoying this series❤️

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[lover-of-mine]

Anna! Hi! Hello!

I literally just joined tumblr today to be able to anon ask you. I think I should be the anxiety anon (aa is for sure in honor of Capt. Dad Bobby Nash and not in bad taste) because even typing this makes me feel way too seen. Does this count as human interaction? Guys, is it gay social anxiety if you only have inside thoughts because the idea of having outside thoughts makes you unwell? I'm not shaking--no, check--I am totally shaking rn, which is making it hard to type. But, I feel like I have reached critical mass on my Buddie thoughts and I will explode if I can't share them.

It is probably very rude to bust through the wall of your house like the Kool-Aid Man, so I want to say that I love your voice--your characterization and dialogue, particularly how you use humor in your fics is just *chef's kiss* for me. I have read them all but can't anon comment. I love your color theory and costume meta, too. Your takes are so measured and thoughtful and honestly just logical in a time where 9-1-1blr feels kinda sorta unmoored in reality. Fuck Twitter, your spy network tag is now my news feed because fandom reading comprehension and critical thinking scores have plummeted recently. Lou Who knows why?

Some things that are making me laugh/cry/cry-laugh rn:

The cockfighting ring call in Bobby Begins Again (2x16). Let's talk about closet space, bro: he-who-must-not-be-named canonically full-body flinched at literal cock coming at him. Somehow this is his gayest canon moment to me even though he has 2 canon full-on face assault man-on-man kisses.

The bridge call finale in Season 6, which I haven't watched in a minute, so I welcome fact-checking. I can't recall if it happens at the end of Love Is in the Air (6x17) as a cliff-hanger or if it is in Pay It Forward (6x18) proper, but right before the truck hits the bridge and triggers the collapse, Bobby is on the medical call on the bridge and he verbally instructs "K*nnard" to do something. The extra, presumably 1 of the old man retired firefighters they use to fill-out the 118 ranks, is wearing the "K*nnard" turnouts that nobody needed since 2x16's very accurate "Fairwell T*mmy. The 217's Loss is Our Gain" cake. So, how's that for invisible string debunker costume meta. As of 6x18: K*nnard was literally just an unused turnout coat on a hook in the costume dept. "Who cares?!?" is the 118 and 9-1-1's motto, fr. Like, nobody remembers gaf that he's a pilot, too, in an episode where Lucy flies off in the air ambulance, never to be seen again. Is "becoming a pilot" 9-1-1's way of telling your kid the dog "went to the farm" when you really had it put down while they were at school?

My change.org petition is for Buck and Eddie to have OS and RG's tattoos. I know makeup has been covering them up for years, but it has been bothering me so much since the ABC switch. It's like they're using the same tone of cover-up for RG and OS and it reads so yellow-orange that I consider it color theory outlier. Like, real talk, what do yellow-orange arms mean for the data, Anna? Tattoo-having people are known to get more tattoos. This is normal. RG and OS have so many more tattoos now than in Season 2 that Season 7 and 8 Buck and Eddie look like they have skin conditions that stop at their watch-straps and somehow in Season 8 RG is getting forehead-only orange foundation? Listen, I consider myself fandom-standard unhinged, not completely deranged, but like the full body Ken-doll spray tan on OS in Masks (8x05) has pushed me over the edge.

My Ted Talk is titled "Hey, ABC: Buddie = Fiscal Responsibility" because, wtf, just stop paying superfluous guest actors to be love interests and let the 2 mains shack up like God T*m M*near intended. (I lowkey think that smart cookie JLH is a girlboss genius who tied herself to KC, yeah yeah because of chemistry, Madney forever, of course, but also as job security when she said that Chimney was what she wanted for Maddie.) Seriously, let's reallocate the bullshit love interest slush fund money and bring the kid home. I hardcore head canon that Ravi saw Gerrard from the buffet line at the medal ceremony and just noped the fuck out of there indefinitely.

I'm just gonna leave this all here and back away because I've maxed out on all the human/social interaction accepted fandom love language of hyperbolic ranting that I can partake in before I turn into a full-blown thunderstorm chihuahua.

Can someone please Uber me a clown car home?

My love, hi. This was so fucking great to read ksoskaoakoakaoaa I'm literally on the floor laughing. Thank you for the compliments on the fics and metas. When someone says they like my characterization, I ascend to a better plane of existence. Honestly, the cock fight calls is really something else kspskapakoaa and they just didn't bother checking if they had written someone off before using the turnout because they needed more people there I guess.

The tattoos one had me howling tho, the cover-up of Ryan's hand tattoo this season has been AWFUL and the fact that they just wax Oliver all over to cover him in orange foundation drives me nuts, like please, just let them have the tattoos. (I was actually informed that they would need to license the tattoo from the artist for every use of it depending on the tattoos they decide to keep and that's probably why don't let them keep them, but if we are not letting them keep them, please color match better).

Honestly, they just need to get together already, please end this madness, it's been long enough, let Ryan be paid to make out with Oliver like he's been wanting all along kspskspakaokapa

Anyway, I'm obsessed with you, thank you for this one 🫶🫶

[domxmarvel]

A sky without stars

Masterlist 

Pairing: Louise Dials x Female!Reader

Prompt:R-reunion @alrawabi-imagines

Her voice rang in your ears,you could hear it clearly. Unfortunately that was all you had left after she got captured and imprisoned by Nightswan.You were forced into hiding,disguising yourself anytime you had to step out. You were working at a small dinner to blend in and hide better,but all you could think about was your girlfriend Louise. There was nothing you wanted more than to hear her voice once more. You were working your shift at the diner for the night. I did everything diligently and with no complaints. At first, all you could think about was work. Until your mind began drifting towards Louise,thinking about her more and more. As the hours went on, thoughts of her continued to consume your mind and you couldn’t keep focus on your work. But with Nightswan looking for anyone accessioned with Louise,and that included you. The shift went by smoothly,but about 4 hours in, your co-worker called you over. Saying there was a phone call for you,making your way over to the phone you picked up. It was an old style phone attached to the wall of the diner. 

"Hello" you said there was a brief silence before you heard a familiar voice,along with a sweet southern accent. Louise,you knew her voice,it was unmistakable.

"Hello,darlin'" Louise said,her accent making her words flow like honey. You gasped when you heard her voice through the phone. It had been so long since the last time you spoke with her. Your heart began racing, 

"Louise! Is that you?!" You felt so relieved to hear her voice "Louise are you alright? Are you hurt?" You asked,you clung onto the phone as it would keep her there forever.

"I'm just fine. Don't worry 'bout me,doll." Louise replied to you, her voice soft and reassuring. Hearing her assure you that she was fine put a relieved smile on your face. Gripping the phone even tighter, not wanting this moment to end.

"I'm so happy to hear your voice,I could cry right now" You chuckled,trying not to cry. Louise laughed softly and said.

"Aww, don't cry now, hon'. We'll see each other again soon enough." Her words made you feel calm,knowing that she still wanted to see you and that she hasn't forgotten you. Listening to her voice made you feel so happy and calm.

"What happened,I thought Nightswan captured you?" You asked,wondering how she was even calling you. Louise sighed before answering, 

"I was captured, doll. But I wasn't gonna stay in that miserable place forever. I managed to escape, but it definitely won't stop her from trying to find me again." Hearing her admit that she had escaped from Nightswan’s grasp gave you a sense of relief. You couldn't help but smile when you imagined her outsmarting the guards of the prison.

"Of course not. I missed you so much Lou" Louise smiled and sighed happily. 

"I missed you, too, darlin'. Every moment we were apart, I kept thinking about you and how I missed holding you." Her words only made you flustered, and your heart skipped a beat with her confession. Before you could say anything she kept going about how much she missed you. "And don't even get me started on how much I missed your beautiful voice and the way you smile, darlin'. Every moment without you is like a night without the stars. I missed you so much, and I don't ever want to be far apart from you again."

"Then come find me" Louise chuckled softly and replied, 

"Where are you, doll? I'd find you in a heartbeat if I knew where you were."

"Remember the dinner where we shared a strawberry milkshake?" Louise's voice became more cheerful as she remembered the memory fondly. 

"Of course I remember, doll. It was the perfect afternoon of just sipping on milkshakes and talking about anything and everything."

"That's where you'll find me,I'll be waiting" 

"I can't wait to see you again, darlin'. I'll be there as soon as I can. Make sure you save me a milkshake." Louise replied with excitement in her voice. Her words made you blush, and you felt your heart flutter at the sound of her being eager to see you again. you couldn't wait to be in her arms once more.

"Will do,see you soon love" In the moments before hanging up, you could hear Louise's voice grow more affectionate. 

"See you soon, darlin'. I love you." Her words were so soft and sweet, and her voice was music to your ears.

"Love you too" You hung up,the thought of being reunited with her made you feel like you were on a cloud. You were so relieved to hear her voice and know that you'd soon see her. You could hardly focus on the rest of the shift, as your mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Louise. Just the mere thought of her sent flutters through your body which left you feeling giddy inside. your heart was racing with anticipation, and felt ready to burst from the excitement of seeing her again.You were soon finished with your shift and got changed, and sat down in the very same booth where you had shared one for the first time

Any time the bell rang you looked over hoping to see her. Whenever the bell would ring, your head would snap up and glance toward the door. Your heart raced each time, hoping it would be her who would walk through the door. Seeing any other customers walk in caused a slight disappointment,as it wasn't her. You desperately longed for her arrival. Finally, the bell rang,you quickly looked over, hoping to see her. As you turned your head to look, your eyes widened in amazement as you saw her standing in the doorway. She was just as beautiful as you remembered, her messy dark purple hair falling perfectly over her shoulders. Her eyes met yours, and a smile spread over her lips.She made her way over to you and sat down.

"I can't tell you how much I missed you, darlin'," Louise said. Her words were so sweet and sincere, the way her southern accent wrapped around them was music to your ears. She reached forward and took your hand in between hers, her touch was gentle and sent a shiver down your spine.She held your hands,running her thumb across the back of your hands. Her hands were still soft,despite the new scars that you could feel. 

"I-I'm so happy you're here" you held her hands tighter,you could cry you were so happy that she was back. you couldn't hold back your tears any longer, your emotions overflowing. As you held her hands tightly, feeling an overwhelming sense of joy and relief. you could feel the new scars on her hands, but it didn't matter to you. All that mattered was the fact that she was here with you once more. "I never thought I'd see you again," You said, trying to keep your voice steady. "I missed you so much,Lou" Louise squeezed your hands tightly in return, tears welling up in her eyes. 

"I've missed you too, darlin'. Every moment we were apart, I thought about you and how much I wanted to hold you in your arms again." Her words were just as soft and sweet as you remembered. You were still holding her hands,you squeezed Louise's hands a little bit more. Like she'd disappear if you let go. Louise smiled softly when she felt you squeeze her hands a little more. "I'm right here, darlin'. I'm not going anywhere again." She leaned closer and planted a soft kiss on your forehead, her voice filled with reassurance. You enjoyed the moment,like everything and everyone else was gone and the only thing that mattered in the whole universe was you and Louise.

"I have something for you,if you'd let me go get it" You said. Louise let out a small chuckle, slightly amused at your comment. She playfully rolled her eyes and grinned. 

"Alright, darlin'; you've got yourself a deal." She leaned closer, planting a quick kiss on your cheek before letting go of your hands. "I'll be waiting right here." You got up and grabbed the strawberry milkshake you had set aside for her. You added the whipped cream, a strawberry on top and two straws. You set it on the table in front of her. Louise gasped in surprise as you set down a strawberry milkshake in front of her, complete with whipped cream, a strawberry, and two straws. Her eyes lit up and a smile spread over her face. "Oh my," she exclaimed with excitement, her southern accent making her words even sweeter. "Darlin', you remembered."

"Of course I did,and we're even sitting in the same booth where we shared one the first time. Louise beamed at your words, her eyes sparkling with delight. 

"You never fail to surprise me, darlin'. It warms my heart knowing that you'd remembered something so special to us." She lifted the milkshake to her lips and took a sip. Her smile widened as the taste of the sweet, fruity ice cream met her taste buds. "Just as delicious as I remembered." You couldn't help but gaze at Louise with adoration as she relished in the milkshake. Seeing her so happy and enjoying the treat made your heart flutter. 

"I'm glad you like it," you said softly. "It's the least I could do to welcome you back." Louise reached her hand out and grabbed yours once more, her eyes sparkling as she spoke. 

"And I couldn't have asked for a better welcome back than enjoying this milkshake with you." Her hold on your hand was firm and loving, her touch sending a shiver of warmth through your body. You reached up to cup her cheek 

"You're as beautiful as the last time I saw you,maybe even more" Louise's cheeks flushed a light shade of pink as she chuckled softly. 

"Well, I guess escaping imprisonment does wonders for the skin," She joked with a teasing grin. But then her expression softened, and a tender look entered her eyes. "It means a lot to me to hear you say that, darlin'. You know you're the only one who can make me blush like this."

"I love you" was the only thing you could say,as you looked at her. You couldn't stop thinking about how much she meant to you. Louise's expression softened even more, her eyes filled with adoration as she gazed back at you. 

"I love you too" she finally replied, her voice a low whisper. She leaned in closer, closing the distance between you as her lips met yours in a gentle but passionate kiss. The kiss was filled with love and longing, a silent promise of never letting go again. You pulled away from her 

“How about we get out of here?"

"Sounds like a plan, darlin'. Let's get out of this place and go somewhere quieter, just the two of us" You followed her out to her truck. She looked beautiful as her hair was waving in the wind as she drove. Louise maneuvered her truck down the empty roads while the wind blew through her hair. You couldn't help but admire her beauty, her messy purple hair flowing perfectly in the wind. She glanced over at you and caught you staring at her, a playful grin on her face. "See somethin' you like, darlin'?"

"You're always something I like,love" Louise let out a soft giggle, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. 

"You sure know how to flatter a girl with those words, darlin'. But I have to admit, I can't help but feel the same when I look at you." She reached over, taking your hand into hers and giving it a gentle squeeze. "How did I get so lucky to have you?" You let your hair loose,letting the wind blow through it. It was perfect just two women driving through empty desert roads. You let your hair down and felt the cool desert breeze caressing your face and blowing through your hair. The open skies, the expansive land, and the empty roads created a sense of freedom that enveloped you both. You looked over at Louise, her eyes focused on the road ahead. Her messy purple hair whipped in the wind, blowing effortlessly and making her appear stunning. You leaned back,closing your eyes for a moment,allowing yourself to bask in the peacefulness of the moment. The sound of the engine purring and the wind rushing by was soothing, and you felt your body relaxing more and more. For a moment, everything felt perfect. You didn't care where you were going as long as Louise was with you,you knew that would be where you wanted to be,with her. Still you couldn't help but ask 

"Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise, darlin'," She said with a hint of mystery in her voice. "Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride. Trust me, it'll be worth it."

"Okay,Lou" You reached into the glovebox and rummaged through it,grabbing the cd case and flipping through them until you found the mix you made together,a smile tugged at your lips as you remembered the fun night spent putting it together. You inserted the CD into the player, turning up the volume and filling the truck with the familiar beats. As the music echoed through the truck, you felt a wash of nostalgia as the songs played. The lyrics spoke of love, heartache, and joy; the memories they provoked made your heart flutter. You looked over at Louise, her fingers tapping the steering wheel along with the rhythm of the music, seeming to recall the same memories as you. She glanced at you and caught your gaze, a tender smile dancing across her lips. 

"Good choice, darlin'," she said, her voice low and soothing. "It's nice to hear our old mix again."

"I know,I'm glad you still have yours. Do you remember how badly scratched mine got because of how much we listened to it"

 "Oh, I remember that mix cd, it's a miracle it played at all after all those scratches!" Her laughter died down and gave way to a warm smile. "We definitely gave that thing a lot of wear and tear, but those songs hold some of our best memories."

"It's not wear and tear,it's well loved" you said,Louise gave you a sarcastic look before she spoke

"Oh, is that what we're calling it now? Well loved?" She shot a playfully sarcastic glance in your direction and chuckled. "Well, well-loved or well-worn, it doesn't change the fact that we practically listened to that thing to death."

"That's why I made like four copies of it"

"Four copies? Darlin', you were preparing for the apocalypse, weren't you?" She couldn't help but chuckle at your foresight. You laughed with her. "Good thing you did, though. That cd was practically our lifeline" You. 

"I just wanted there to always be one that works. These songs are special,you wouldn't believe how many times I listened to it when you were gone." Louise's smile softened, a twinge of regret and sadness flickering across her face as you mentioned how often you had listened to the cd. 

"I'm glad those songs brought you comfort when I was gone,I missed you every single day, darlin’" You still wondered where she was bringing you,Louise caught the questioning look in your eyes, and a small, mysterious smile tugged.She knew what you were wondering 

"How much longer,Lou?" Louise glanced over at you, her smile turning into a small, mischievous smirk. 

"Darlin', we're almost there, just a few more minutes. I promise it'll be worth the wait."

"Lou" Louise's eyes softened as you called out her name. She reached over and took your hand, her touch gentle but firm. 

"Yes, darlin'? What's on your mind?"

"Well I was thinking we stop and just go makeout in the backseat for a bit." Louise's smirk morphed into a mischievous grin as she bit her lower lip, clearly intrigued by your proposition. 

"Well, well, well," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "I didn't know you had such a naughty side, darlin'. Who am I to refuse a tempting offer like that?"

[allwaswell16]

I never read an A/B/O fic. Do you have suggestions which fics are good for a newbie?

Oooh okay. Hmmm...Okay, so I'm going to try my best here. First, here is a primer with links that I did for beginners:

🌸 A/B/O Primer

The first one I ever read, which is what got me hooked is:

Cameras Flashing by @juliusschmidt​ (E, 81k)

With his breakout single platinum three times over and his second album still selling out in stores around the world, Louis Tomlinson has made it to the top. However, his position as Pop Heartthrob of the Decade is threatened by the edgier, more artistic Zayn, who happens to be releasing an album a week after Louis’ upcoming third. Louis needs something groundbreaking- scandalous, even- to push past him in the charts. Much to Louis’ dismay, his PR team calls in The Sexpert.

Consulting with PR firm Shady, Lane and Associates pays the bills so that Harry Styles can spend his down time doing what he really loves: poring over data. On weekends and late into the evenings, he researches gender, presentation, and sexual orientation, analysing the longitudinal study that is his father’s life’s work. That is, until his newest client, the popstar with the fascinating secret, drags him off his couch and frighteningly close to the spotlight.

As the album’s release date approaches, will Tomlinson and Styles be able to pull off the most risky PR scheme of the millennium and beat Zayn in sales or will the heat of their feelings for each other compromise everything?

For beginners, I think I'll recommend some favorites of mine that have some world building, but aren't deep into wolf lore.

 Light, Spark and Fire (series) by green_feelings / @greenfeelings (E/M, 239k)

Life’s pretty ordinary for Harry. He lives with his best friend, got into university just like he’s planned, and manages to support himself just fine for an unbonded omega. If he sustains that lifestyle by getting paid to help alphas through their rut every now and then, that’s nothing to be hung up on. Until he’s hired by an alpha that turns everything upside down.

Or, Harry’s working on taking Louis’ walls down, until he builds his own up.

where the lights are beautiful (series) by twoshipsdrifting / @polkadotlou (E, 48k)

Harry wasn’t wrong about that, not in a general sense. Lots of omegas did seek out rich alphas and betas, hoping or planning to go into heat at the right time. Plenty of omegas saw this as their duty, especially if their families weren’t well off. Worse, Louis couldn’t honestly say he’d never thought about it. If that had been his life, his goal, Louis would feel pretty good about himself now. As it is…Louis feels like shit.

Or the accidental bonding a/b/o fic.

Just for Tonight (I can be yours) by @sadaveniren (E, 42k)

Harry, prince of Cestrescir, has been betrothed to Ludvic, prince of Yorvik, since birth. He'd accepted a loveless marriage as his duty to his country, until an accident threw him in the path of a gentle alpha

Anybody Have a Map? by @2tiedships2 (NR, 12k)

Niall rolled his eyes, “You two are weird. Fine. Me and Liam will go by ourselves. Party poopers.”

Niall got up to get ready but first turned to Louis and asked, “Lou are you still kicking me out next week? I’ll see if I can make plans with Liam.”

Louis cringed. Because of course Niall would say something in front of Harry.

“Yeah,” Louis stated. “That’s still the plan. Now run along my little Irish idiot.”

Niall skipped the ten feet to his bedroom to get ready. Louis steeled himself for Harry’s inquiry.

“What’s next week, Lou?” Harry looked down at him with a confused look in his eyes.

Or the one where Louis met Harry in NYC where they bonded as fellow Brits in the large city. Years later, with Louis' upcoming heat, maybe it's time for their friendship to become something more.

a body wishes to be held & held by @turnyourankle​ (E, 9k)

Harry wants to return the favour after Louis helps him out with his heat.

And if you end up loving these like I hope you do, here are my other a/b/o fic recs:

🌸 A/B/O Fics / Part Two / Part Three

🌸 A/B/O Fics - Alpha Harry

🌸 A/B/O Fics - Canon

🌸 A/B/O Fics - Daddy Kink

🌸  A/B/O Fics - Long

🌸 A/B/O Fics - Luna Louis

🌸 A/B/O Fics - Omega Drop

🌸 A/B/O Fics - Omega/Omega

🌸 A/B/O Fics - Short

🌸 A/B/O Fics - Styles Triplets

🌸 A/B/O Fics - Styles Twins

🌸 A/B/O Fics - Touch Deprivation

[0perfectimperfections0]

Shell-Shock: Part 3

“Just focus on one thing.” Electricity danced along his arms. Rivers of blue light streamed beneath his felt in his arms. Mandy stood in front of him, hands on either of his shoulders. They didn’t take their eyes off each other. Lou was tempted to look down at the flickering energy, but the last few times he’d done that it proved to cause more trouble. Not focusing on it helped. As long as it didn’t touch Mandy, it would be fine. That was the challenge. 

Moxy watched them intently, looking between the two dolls. She had a cooling compress on hand just in case there was another slip-up. This was probably the third time trying. No success yet. “This is kinda romantic if you think about it,” she commented half to herself. 

The energy flickered and jolted. Mandy flinched back right as it nipped at her hands. “Sorry!” Lou reached out to her, only to remember he had caused it in the first place, and withdrew himself again. 

“It’s not your fault,” Mandy pressed the compress to her hands, holding it between them. “Someone distracted you.” Moxy gave a sheepish smile as gold eyes narrowed in on her. “You were doing really good, though. It was traveling slower than the first tries.” 

“Maybe distractions are good,” Ox suggested. “If ya learn how to concentrate on one thing even with so much goin’ on around ya, maybe it’ll help.” 

“I’m always open to more ideas.” Mandy shrugged and went to put her hands on Lou’s shoulders again, but he backed up. 

“M-Maybe we should give it a break. You got hurt three times now.” Lou couldn’t help but look at her hands which had small spots of singed felt on the fingertips. “I can just put the gloves back on and we’ll call it a day.” 

It was getting late in the evening. And so much had already happened. Lou was probably exhausted in all shapes and forms. “Alright, I’ll go get them.” Mandy disappeared upstairs. 

Ox shrugged, giving a lopsided grin to the blond. “For what it’s worth, you’re comin’ along really good.” 

“I still wish this would go away.” Lou stared down at his hands. Blue energy wove between his fingers and his eyes were still illuminated. Which was good for the other dolls considering that now the kitchen and living room lights had been blown out. His glowing cornea now served as the only light source, aside from the sunset coming through the windowless hole in the wall. 

“It’s kinda cool though,” Moxy smiled. “You’ve got superpowers!” 

But he didn’t want that. He just wanted the oppression to end. He wanted to be a real doll. He wanted to have a kid. He wanted the factory to stop breathing down his neck. 

“Which might be worse,” Wage spoke for the first time in about an hour. She’d been sitting quietly on the sofa, keeping an eye on Lou as if he’d attack them at any moment. “As if you weren’t dangerous enough before all of this. Now recycling is the least of our worries.” 

“Wage,” Moxy gently chided. “Let’s just set aside what happened in the past.”

Mandy came back down with the gloves. She gently slid them onto Lou’s hands. Wage spoke up again. “I ain’t settin’ anything aside till he apologizes. Even then, an apology might not be enough for what he’s done.” 

“Then you’ll just have to wait,” Lou responded as he watched the gloves be slid onto his hands. “I’m not going to apologize if I don’t mean it…and right now I still can’t get past the hatred I feel toward some of you.” 

“Some of us?” Moxy seemed to lighten in hope at that. 

“Don’t get your hopes up,” he sent a short-lived glare in her direction. “I’m still not completely over the fact that you seriously considered giving me to the dog or having my stuffing ripped out.” Moxy cowered a bit, having forgotten about all of that. “And I still haven’t gotten over the past,” he sent a look to Ox. “But,” he adjusted the gloves himself once they were on securely, “I can admit that most of my anger was wrongly directed at some of you.” He looked up at Mandy. “To you, I apologize…and I mean it.” His eyes went to LuckyBat. “I didn’t appreciate getting whacked around,” Lucky gave a shy quirk of the mouth, “but considering you’ve been quiet since coming here, I’m sort of proud that you finally stood up for yourself. I apologize to you, too. And I mean it.” The bat’s ears lifted in surprise and he smiled. Lou looked at Babo, next. “I can’t quite remember your name.”

“Babo,” he answered. 

Lou gave a minute nod. “I’m sorry for how I treated you in the crossfire between Moxy and me.” Personally, Babo had already forgiven Lou for all of that, but the public apology made him smile. “The same goes for you,” he looked at UglyDog, "Thank you…at the Gauntlet when you distracted the dog. You're a good dog." UglyDog's tail began to wag happily. "Wage," Lou glanced behind him, brow raising, "I'd like to apologize to you if you'd give me the chance. There's not much you've really done to me other than hate me, which is equally matched by me. But if you give me the chance to show you that I mean it, I'll apologize to you too."

She scoffed, looking away for a moment. Arms and legs still crossed, her shoulders lifted minutely as she considered the offer. "Can't say I fully trust you yet…but I'll give ya a chance." 

Lou actually sent her a small smile. "Then I apologize for how I've treated you." 

Moxy gave him a sly smile. "You'll warm up to me eventually." 

"Like I said, don't get your hopes up." He couldn't help the small smile that teased the corners of his mouth.

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There was a general consensus that it would be best if they spent the night in different places. If anything happened in the middle of the night, at least one of them could get help. Mandy gave them directions to Nolan’s house so they could spend the night, texting the brunette beforehand to make sure it was okay with him. Mandy set two pillows down on the floor and some blankets for Ox and Lou. It was set up beside her bed upstairs. Lou settled down, blanket over his legs, and was about to lay down when Mandy kneeled in front of him. Her hands went toward his. “We can remove the gloves for tonight if–”

“No,” Lou withdrew his hands quickly. “I-I just…what if something happens?” 

“You’ll be fine,” Ox assured him. The bunny slid under the blankets beside the blond. “We’ll be on either side of ya if you need anything.”

“Besides,” she eased his hands in hers, gently peeling the gloves off, “if the robots look here for you, you need to be able to protect yourself.” The gloves were set behind him on the nightstand. She grabbed his hands, running her thumbs across his palms before entwining their fingers. “See? You’re okay for now. Your body is really tired from everything. Get some glove-free rest.” 

He took in a shaky breath, looking at their hands. No sparks. No light. Nothing. He dared to believe, for just a moment, that it was gone for good. “Okay,” he breathed in again.

They got settled down. The lights were turned out and Lou stared up at the ceiling, lost in thought. This was a far cry from just being a prototype stuck in the Institute. At least before he could've pretended he was no different from the other dolls. There was no outward difference separating himself from them. Now with just a flicker of emotion he could blow out a light. 

Something shifted under the covers to drape over his chest. Ox had his eye closed, but muttered quietly. "Go t' sleep. You'll think clearer in the mornin'." 

A part of him wanted to shove the arm away that was attached to this backstabber. But…there was a bigger part of him that honestly just craved affection right now. More than just fan-affection. The kind of affection that wasn't dependent on how well he could sing or dance or how charming he looked. 

That bigger part of him served as the catalyst to his next words. “Ox,” he whispered, “just for tonight…can we pretend like we’re back in time?” 

Ox was really glad it was dark so his watering eye couldn’t be seen clearly. “Yeah, Bud. C’mere.” He opened his arms and felt the gap close between them as Lou buried his head against the top of Ox’s head. Arms wrapped tightly around him and Lou’s legs drew up to enclose the bunny from all sides. It was like Before. Before the betrayal and the heartbreak and the bitterness all came crashing down. Before Lou snapped and slowly descended into darkness. Ox – for this moment – could pretend it was his innocent, little kid that was hugging him again. And Lou – for this moment – could pretend he was holding tightly onto his optimistic, supportive little bunny. 

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A ringtone went off from the bedside table. Mandy groggily rubbed at her eyes and squinted over at the light. It was still pitch black in the room. She slid her glasses on and looked at the caller ID. Nolan? Why was he calling her? “Hello?” She spoke quietly, looking down to see Lou and Ox curled up together on the floor. She smiled.

“Mandy, it’s me.”

“Moxy? Why are you calling from Nolan’s phone?”

“Well, I don’t have one, duh.” Oh, right. But– “and it’s a bit hard to see in the Institute right now. There’s been a blackout. Something’s going on with the sun, too. It’s not rising and the moon is gone. But it’s eight in the morning.” 

Just to double check, Mandy reached up to the curtains at the head of her bed and peeked through them. It was pitch black outside. None of the house lights were on. The streetlights were off. The TV wasn’t running. Nothing. Not even the stars or moon was out. “That’s…weird. Okay, let’s meet up where you’re at. I’m guessing you found Nolan’s place.” 

“Yeah. His house is pitch black, too. None of the lights are working. Did Lou sleep okay?”

Mandy looked back down at the two dolls curled up together. “Yeah, he slept great. I don’t think this is because of him, though, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Okay…we need to figure out what’s going on, then. See you in a little bit.” The phone disconnected. 

Mandy set her phone down beside her and slid out of bed. It was a little precarious as dark as it was, but it helped that Ox’s fur and Lou’s hair were of lighter shades. She kneeled down behind Lou and rubbed his arm. “Lou, Ox, we gotta head to Nolan’s.” 

There was a mumble from Lou and he subconsciously held the bunny closer, which ended up stirring Ox awake. “Hm? What time is it?”

“Eight.”

“Eight? Good night, it’s still plum dark outside.” Ox rubbed at his eye, looking up at the still sound asleep Lou holding him. “Poor fella’s out like a light too.” 

Out like a light…

“Wait a second,” Mandy mumbled and nudged Lou. “Lou, wake up for me.” The blond’s face scrunched up for a moment before he blinked his eyes open. Just like that, light filtered through her curtains and she went over to peak through them. The sun began rising across the Institute. The lamo on her bedside table flickered until turning on fully. The neighborhood of houses all flickered before their lights came on. She breathed out a sigh of relief and looked down at the doll. “False alarm. We’re good. Let me call Moxy back.”

Lou’s legs quivered as he stretched awake, breathing in deeply. “What’s wrong? What alarm?” He mumbled tiredly. 

“Nothing’s wrong,” Mandy held the phone to her ear. “Hey, Nol, can I speak to Moxy?”

“What’s wrong? The power just came back on.”

“It’s a false alarm. I guess Lou is more connected to the Institute than we thought. The power came back on once I woke him up. I guess once Lou’s out, so are the lights.” 

There was a hum on the other line. “That didn’t happen when he went unconscious yesterday.”

She was right…

Lucky’s voice was heard on Moxy’s side. “I…think that Lou might be getting stronger.” 

[petervc88]

Cappelle Calling - 27 mei 2024

Net als vorige week schoof er weer een oud radiocollega aan: voormalig Man van Maandag Erik Hartman. Samen met festivalorganisator Jasper de Jel schoven zij aan ter promotie van het Waik Me Up festival dat op 23 en 24 augustus plaatsvindt in Wijk bij Duurstede. Erik zal daarbij alternatieve rock uit de jaren '80, '90 en '00 draaien. Daarom stelde hij ook voornamelijk de playlist samen met alternatieve rocknummers uit deze drie decennia. De LP van de Week was 'Street Fighting Man' van Simple Minds uit 1989. Waarvan ook de DisCovered afkomstig was.

Terugluisteren kan hier.

Dit was de playlist:

Uur 1:

The Dandy Warhols - Bohemian Like You Young The Gaint - My Body Duran Duran - Hungry Like the Wolf Simple Minds - Kick It In (LP van de Week) Urban Dance Squad - Deeper Shade Of Soul Simple Minds - Biko (DisCovered) Claw Boys Claw - Polly Maggoo The Cure - Just Like Heaven (Filmplaat - uit 'Adventureland' ) The Style Council - Walls Come Tumbling Down Simple Minds feat. Lou Reed - This Is Your Land (LP van de Week)

Uur 2:

Pearl Jam - Rerviewmirror Gang of Youths - the angel of 8th ave. Simple Minds - Mandela Day (LP van de Week) The War On Drugs - In Chains Peter Gabriel - Biko (DisCovered) Naughty By Nature - O.P.P. Echo & The Bunnymen - Lips Like Sugar A Flock Of Seagulls - Wishing (If I Had A Photograph Of You) The Waterboys - Fisherman's Blues Simple Minds - Belfast Child (LP van de Week)

Cappelle Calling is iedere maandagavond van 20:00 t/m 22:00 te horen op Radio 90FM. Iedere woensdagmiddag wordt de uitzending herhaald van 18:00 tot 20:00. Suggesties voor DisCovered of De Filmplaat zijn welkom via de Facebookpagina van het programma of via cappellecalling@gmail.com.

[bicrowleyaz]

Defenceless flower

I was looking for a quieter place than London to move to, until I found South Yorkshire, a county 233 kilometers from where I was staying.  That's when you ask yourself, why would I be looking for a location away from famous London?  I'd like to say that's a simple answer, but unfortunately it's not.

I'm looking for a new place to try to start over after a tragic accident that took the best and only friend I've ever had, Ron.  When we were returning from the walk we took every afternoon, after he dropped me off at my door I made the joke that I so wished I hadn't made that night.

-Bye Ron, see if you don't die huh!

-Bye Lou, I swear I'm careful!- he replied laughing as we always did, little did we know that this would be the last time we would see each other because of a disgusting guy who ran over him when he was crossing the street two blocks from my house.

A month has passed since it happened, I was in denial for the first week, I couldn't believe that my best friend was no longer there with me, but when the penny dropped I was devastated, I had never felt such an emptiness and such deafening silence which is not listening to his outrageous laugh and all those jokes with a dubious connotation every day.

I keep thinking about everything that could be different if I had called him in or if I had been in his place.  What would we be doing right now?  Would we be sitting on the couch watching that horrible series he liked and eating junk food?  Would we be on a bench near the London Eye judging the clothes of people passing by?  With an immense regret in my chest I know I won't have that answer.

On the advice of my psychologist, I decided that the best option would be to leave London for a less hectic place.  With that, I'm now leaving the airport and heading towards a taxi that would take me to my new home, a small apartment in Doncaster.  It didn't have any luxury or anything like that, but apparently it was cozy from what I saw in the photos.

-Visitor?- the gentleman who drove the car asked when we started to walk.

-Oh no!  I came from change.

-I hope you like the city, most of the young people here want to move instead of staying!-He replied with good humor.

-I imagine- I replied smiling as much as I could, he's a nice person, I don't want to be rude.

As soon as we reached the front of the building, I paid and said goodbye to the young man who I discovered was called John.  I looked at the facade of the building and remembered something Ron had told me once.

-If someday I'm not around to fill your patience, sing my favorite song!  I do it when you're away!

With that I started singing Saturdays by Louis Tomlinson who was his favorite singer, and he always said it was funny that his best friend and his favorite singer had the same name.  I thought it was a little weird.

-...We always used to say, saturdays take the pain away,

nobody stays the same, no matter how much you want it, some things change...

I started putting my things in their proper places, clothes in the closet, some pictures on the walls, my toothbrush in the bathroom.  I fixed everything humming his favorite song repeatedly until I found myself exhausted lying on the small sofa in the living room.

The next day, I woke up a little confused, not knowing exactly where I was.  I got up, took a shower, brushed my teeth, got dressed and went to do what I should have done yesterday, look for a job.  I went down the stairs and watched the tree-lined landscape of the city.  I looked for jobs everywhere I could, but none were accepting resumes.  I was thinking about giving up, letting it go, but I remembered one time when I was about to give up trying to study a subject I didn't understand at all, but Ron smacked me on the head and gave me a hard look and said if I don't try, that's where I couldn't do it anyway.  In the end, I got a higher grade than him and rubbed it in his face for a month.

I smiled remembering that, it was one of the thousands of good times I have with him.  When I was turning the corner I saw a place that caught my eye.  It was a flower shop, with a vintage look, with lots of colorful flowers on the facade.  I walked there and entered, it was as beautiful as outside, with two long corridors of colorful flowers and a very good aroma.  That place gave me an instant calm, a pure lightness.

-Hi, do you need some help?- a boy who seemed to be the same age as me came towards me, I got a little scared, but I soon recovered.  He was a little taller than me, had very dark straight hair, slightly tanned skin, slanted eyes in a honey tone, they reminded me a lot of cat eyes.

-Hi...hi, yeah, do you have openings for employees?

-Yes, we do, please accompany me- he told me with a sweet and very beautiful smile.

We got to the counter, went around the side and went into the back, he pointed me to the chair, I sat down and waited for him to do the same after getting a teapot and two cups.

-Would you like some tea?- he asked me, I nodded.  -So what's your name?  I've never seen you around here.

-My name is Louis Edwards, I just moved from London.

-Oh, a Londoner, why did you move there?  By the way, my name is Magnus Moore!- he told me smiling.

-I was looking for a quieter place, London is too busy for me.

-I see.- It seemed like he realized it was a sensitive subject for me, so much so that he was even giving me an understanding smile.  I smiled without showing my teeth in a form of silent thanks.

After that, he started asking me some questions, like my background, how many places I had worked, my age, things like that.  It turned out that we talked about other things too, trivial things, but that made me feel comfortable and welcomed, he is a very nice person.

-Do you mind starting tomorrow?

-Did I get the job?- I asked, trying to hide my excitement.

-Got Loueh!- he answered me laughing and carrying a little while saying my name.

-Wow, thank you!-I thanked him, shaking his hand.

-So, I was thinking here, since you just arrived in the city, how about we go eat something and then I can introduce you to the city, what do you think?- he asked hopefully.

-I...I, of course, why not?- I replied a little embarrassed, I'm not good at making new friends.

-Okay sir.  Edwards, let's go!- he said excitedly, grabbing his coat and leading me to the door.  I laughed at the way he called me, Ron called me that.

And so it was, following Magnus through the streets of cozy Doncaster that I began to reflect.  I will do exactly what my best friend told me to do: "live every day as if it were your last, and don't forget Loulou, always keep moving forward no matter what, I will be rooting for you!"  That's what I'm going to do, live like it's the last day of my life, I'm going to live for myself and I'm going to live for my friend, since they took his chance.

That's my story. I don't want copys, thank you.

[fuwushiguro]

Cindy Lou's Wish

Track Six: Cindy Lou's Wish | 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Katsuki Bakugo x f!Reader x Camie Utsushimi Genre: Smut Notes: I love Camie guys that's my wifey fr... underrated baddie. We've reached the finale so I hope you guys enjoyed my lil Christmas event hehe 💕 Warnings: stepcest, masturbation, noncon listening in, exhibtionism (i think??), virginity loss, fingering, oral sex (M & F receiving), throat bulge, face fucking, slight cucking, threesome, cum eating, girl on girl fetishism, tribbing, squirting.Words: 3.8k

You’re a naïve little thing, Bakugo thinks. It’s cute that you think he can’t hear you through your laughably thin walls when you touch yourself at night. It’s so wet, so impossibly wet, it’s almost scientific. He can practically hear which depths your fingers thrust in and out each time, the specific textures of your gummy walls squelching throughout your room. The whispering moans don’t go amiss either. The things you say and the names you mutter. He thinks you’re a total perv. A cute one at least; but he doesn’t like that you’ve been keeping secrets from him. Not one bit. He’ll confront you about it tomorrow. It’s Christmas, after all. A time for forgiveness, family and understanding.

He’ll drag the truth out of you, one way or another.

It’s a miracle that no one but you has noticed. A miracle for them, anyway. You do all you can to look away, but it’s so God damn hard. Especially when Bakugo won’t take his eyes off you. He’s somehow getting away with his fingers underneath Camie’s skirt. She’s being perfectly quiet, save for a few gentle breaths as a specific wave of pleasure rises through her. He has pulled her panties to the side so that he can tease her pretty little clit.

He knows her, he knows how to do it just right.

Your heart almost stops beating each time she looks at you. It’s nothing but passing glances. Fluttering eyelashes practically begging for your attention. Her lips are always so perfectly glossed. She bites at the lower one whenever he touches her in a particularly special manner.

Oh so perfectly.

Aren’t they embarrassed? Aren’t they ashamed that they’re doing this in front of your parents? Your mother and his father are oblivious. It’s almost impressive, honestly, that they’re getting away with it and your parents are none the wiser. For crying out loud, it’s Christmas! Surely they could have waited until tonight to let their erotic fantasies come to fruition.

But maybe it’s the fear of being caught that is so exciting for them.

You wouldn’t know anything about that, of course. You’re a virgin after all. With good reason, too. It’s a secret you’re just so ashamed to admit. Having a crush on someone off limits, someone who you definitely shouldn’t have a crush on, is a secret you’ll take to the grave. And you will, you’ve made it this long after all. But there’s something specific about the look in his eye. Something particular and purposeful about his never-ending stare as he proceeds to focus on you as he pleasures his girlfriend.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was bragging.

They’re both listening to you in his room, giggling at your expense. Such a cute girl, aren’t you embarrassed? Bakugo thinks you may have a masturbation problem, it’s like you’re addicted. Or maybe his little show earlier got you all worked up. You’re not very discreet, they think. You should learn to keep your wants and desires to yourself. Or is it simply that you have no shame?

“Heard how wet she is?” Bakugo laughs. He pulls Camie into his arms as they continue to talk about your innocent act of self-pleasure. It’s just so very sweet, they wonder what your cunt looks like as your fingers prune from toying with your sopping folds. “I think I’ll go ruin her fun. I’ll be back soon,” Bakugo smirks.

Camie pulls him towards her so that she can give him a goodbye kiss. She isn’t a clingy, desperate girl who needs to mark her territory. It’s simple. She loves him, everything about him. And they just can’t get enough of each other. Camie is a nymphomaniac, and Bakugo wouldn’t have her any other way. He holds the same level of sexual deviancy, after all. They are a perfect match. It’s just unfortunate for you that you’re about to become the latest subject of their equal interest.

“I’m gonna make myself a little more comfortable…” she grins back, kissing his lips softly once more.

You can practically taste your heart in your tongue when your brother opens the door without knocking. It’s 10:30pm and he knows you’re normally asleep by now. But that isn’t exactly true, is it? He knows you lie about going to sleep so you can spend a while in peace playing with yourself.

What a little addict.

“Katsuki! Can’t I get any privacy? You should have knocked…” you sigh, cringing outwardly as you cover yourself with your bedsheets. He tuts, shaking his head.

You don’t have the energy or the strength to fight him off as he climbs into bed with you. He throws the duvet onto the ground, exposing your naked body to him. He just knew you’d have a pretty pair of tits. And you shouldn’t be so shy, there’s no reason for you to hold your legs tightly closed. He’s going to see your pretty pussy tonight. He needs to see it tonight.

He pulls you closer to him like you’re made of air. He’s behind you; you’re between his legs. You’re in a state of shock when he begins to pry your legs apart. Despite you attempting to weld them shut, you’re no match for Katsuki.

His fingers are on your clit, and in an instant you’re at his mercy. He sticks a few fingers from his free hands into your drooling mouth, if only to keep you quiet. Your hips are bucking to meet his digits, utterly desperate for your release. He’s laughing at you, right into your ear. It’s cute, he thinks. You’re just so desperate.

“Sick little sister of mine, haaah? Getting off on your big brother’s fingers. What would your mother think, huh?” he whispers directly into your ear canal. He hushes you when you begin to whimper. He can’t tell. You’ll be in so much trouble! But he’s just as guilty, after all, he’s never going to tell. “I need to ask you something, princess. And you need to tell me the truth.”

“W-What is it, Katsuki?” you question. Although, you aren’t really listening. You’re too enamoured with how wonderfully Bakugo is working your sensitive bundle of nerves and how close you are to hitting your peak.

“Are you gonna keep pretending you don’t like girls?”

And you’re stunned. Unable to believe that he actually just said that to you. After all, you thought you had been discreet. Why would he even think you have any interest in women? He isn’t a woman and you’re quite happily getting off from his touch. The only thought in your mind is damage control.

“I- I don’t!” is the best you can come up with. He smirks, circling your clit quicker. It’s all ripped away from you when sensual rubbing is replaced with a scolding spank directly on your sex.

“Oh? Well Camie does,” he tells you. It’s amusing to him how quickly your interest is piqued at the mention of his girlfriend’s name. “Yeah, that’s right. Of all the pussy and cock in the world she chose mine because I’m just that fuckin’ good.”

“Why are you telling me this… K-Katsuki? I don’t under—”

“’cause you’re a perverted little virgin moaning my girlfriend‘s name, aren’tcha? I’ll let you fuck her though, ‘cause I’m such a good big brother.” he explains.

It’s too good to be true. There’s no way he can mean it. He’s going to let you sleep with his girlfriend, really? He’s too protective, you’ve seen how they are together. Whenever they’re in public his hands are all over her so that he can mark his territory and make it known who she belongs too. Not that she’d stray. It’s very apparent how deeply she cares for him.

Soon enough, he’s getting up from behind you and heading towards the door. Isn’t he even going to let you think about it first? Talk to you about it? Why is this happening? They’re probably just playing a cruel joke on you. They’re always teasing you whenever she stays the night. Like you’re a kid. An idiot, even. But the way he’s looking back at you with his hand on the doorknob, it’s nothing but serious.

“You comin’? She’s waiting for you.”

You entered the room to see Camie kneeling on the bed. She was wearing the prettiest pink babydoll lingerie. She bought it for you, that’s what Bakugo said. It was overwhelming to be between them both. He took off his shirt and began biting and kissing your shoulder, softly. Camie could tell by the way your eyes fluttered that the delicate attention rushed straight to your sex.

You watched on in fascination as she pulled her arms out of the skinny straps of the babydoll. She brought down the bust enough to expose her breasts. They were perfect. You’re sure you’ll never see another pair like it for as long as you live. You can’t even believe they’re real. You need to touch them. You’re desperate to touch them. They are sitting perfectly, like a porn star’s; and yet they appear so soft. Blush pink nipples are stealing your attention. They’re hard and begging for attention. Her watery eyes are almost begging you to deliver it.

“It makes me wet when I get my tits sucked, y’know. Try it…” she commands, although it’s voiced as if it’s a suggestion.

You position yourself onto your knees to be face to face with her. Your heart is racing when she cups your face. You’re surprised it’s still beating when her lips land on yours. She tastes like strawberries and bubble gum. Your lips are sticky from her lip gloss, but you don’t mind. Your mind is filled with her. Her taste, her scent, her touch. She pulls away, bumping her forehead against yours.

“You’re a pretty good kisser,” she whispers. “just do that… on these…” she explains as she gestures are breasts. You turn back to Katsuki, despite already kissing his girlfriend you’re still seeking his definitive approval. He grants it with a nod, watching your ass as you back up against him so that you can do as Camie wishes.

“She can cum from that alone. Do a good job ‘n I’ll play with this pretty pussy of yours.” your brother tells you. “How’s she doing? Tell me how it feels, babe.”

“F-Fuck. S’good Katsuki. ‘m so wet already. She’s a natural, such a good girl.”

You squeal against her breast when two fingers plunge into your untouched core. He’s never seen you touch yourself before tonight, but he’s heard it more times than he can care to count. That’s how he’s telling himself he managed to find a special spot inside your dripping heat almost instantly. You’ve lost focus, you can’t suckle on Camie’s breasts anymore yet can’t find it in you to feel guilty. Bakugo pulls your back against his chest and allows you to rest your head on his shoulder. He doesn’t let up on your spongy spot, if anything he’s going quicker.

Camie massages your breasts. It makes her giggle when she pinches them and you shudder manically. So sensitive.

“You’re so gorgeous when you moan…” she tells you. She leans down to return to favour. It’s obvious she’s had practice in doing this. Where it’s with other women or your brother, perhaps both. She alternates between kissing, suckling and soft bites as she stimulates your receptive nipples. Bakugo does all he can to hold you tighter as you begin to buck against him violently.

“’m gonna c-cum, guys! P-Please, stop!”

You may as well be invisible for all they care. You’re their toy for the evening. And you should be honoured, really. How lucky are you to receive Bakugo’s girlfriend as your final Christmas gift?

It’s incredible how similarly your pussy rewards him to his girlfriend’s. His fingers are completely soaked. And thank God Camie opted to kiss you as you began to show signs of cumming. She’s still toying with your nipples, but she swallows each and every one of your moans that he’s earnt fair and square. What a cruel life.

“That was amazing babe. I want you to try what Bakugo did to you on me, okay?” she wonders.

“I don’t think I can, Camie. I’ve never done it before, I’m scared. I—”

“I know you can do it. Been dreaming of my pussy, haven’t you? I wanna show it to you… and I want you to make me feel good. I’ll help you and so will Katsuki. We just wanna help, I wanna give you my cum.” she hums, almost like it’s a big secret.

And she’s right. You have been dreaming of her pussy. And if her tits are anything to go by you know for a fact her folds will be equally as gorgeous. Camie lies on her back as Katsuki pulls down his sweats. His cock springs free, and you should have known he’d be huge. You don’t get a good look at it before he’s shoving it down Camie’s throat. Your eyes widen in horror when you can see him in her windpipe. Her throat bulging and displaying what a true monster your brother keeps comfortably in his pants.

“Pull her panties down.” Bakugo instructs.

The material outlines her pussy lips beautifully, they’re soaked and sticking to her. Part of you wants to quickly pull them off her. But instead, you take your time. You almost don’t know how to react when you see her glistening, petalled flesh for the first time. If you don’t get a hold of yourself, you might even cry.

“K-Katsuki, I don’t know—”

“Don’t play dumb. You may be a virgin but you’re a slut deep down. You’ve touched yourself enough times, just do what you do to yourself to Camie.”

He studies you carefully as you begin to rub two fingers over her puffy clit. He practically falls forward when she hums around his length. Her hips begin to shimmy and her entrance begins to clench. She likes it.

“Faster, she likes it fast.”

He pulls his cock out of her as she begins to slap his leg in search of oxygen. Even upside down, she’s such a gorgeous sight to him. You wish you could see better, but her cunt is more than enough for you. Her admires her running mascara and cock drunk face. She doesn’t take long to get her breath back before she’s taking him again. He wraps his hand around her throat so that he can feel himself there.

What a sick power trip.

Her hands snake up her body so that she can toy with her own breasts. You’re practically salivating when more of her slick pushes out of her pretty hole. You begin to contemplate whether it will taste as sweet as her glossy lips.

“Two fingers. Put two fingers inside of her, now.”

“Shouldn’t I start with one?”

“Don’t fuckin’ question me, brat. Two fingers.”

You do as you’re told yet again, almost gasping for dear life when her hips rise off the bed. He’s scowling at you for being so slow. She doesn’t like to be teased unless you do it right. And there’s no way you’re ready for that. They want you to finger fuck her now. And finger fuck her hard.

She’s choking against him again, taking another moment to regain her breath. She props herself up and looks down to see how you’re doing before lying back in her previous position.

“Gotta go deeper babe. Wanna make me cum, don’t you? Curl your fingers and go nice ‘n deep for me.” she instructs.

The change in her is instant when you follow her advice. She can hardly keep still. And she’s desperate for Bakugo’s cock back in her mouth. He takes the opportunity to thrust into her accepting orifice.

“Fuuuuuck, Camie. This might be better than your pussy.”

It’s a lie, he knows, of course. But as he admires her dribbling mouth and all white eyes, he can’t help but get lost in the moment. He won’t last if he doesn’t stop, and honestly, he doesn’t want to. His two favourite girls naked in front of his very eyes and you’re all fucking each other. He wants you to enjoy her. Really enjoy her. But he wanted his cock sucked first.

“Eat her pussy. Suck on her clit. And don’t stop fingering her.” he tells you.

You’ve lost the energy to keep questioning him. Instead, you lick a stripe up from her hole to her swollen clit. Her pussy lips are so cute and squishy. You wouldn’t have expected a girl with Camie’s physique to have such a chubby pussy. And she is so sweet down there. She does take care in what she eats. And you rarely see her without pineapple juice.

He laughs as your eyes water and you suckle on her cute little clit. How did you ever think you were going to hide your sexuality from him? There was no going back now. Not when your face is buried in his girlfriend’s cunt and you’re quite clearly pussy drunk. You’ll be addicted when you make her cum, it’s erotic in itself that you can have that much power over someone and reduce them to nothing but a shuddering puddle.

And you actually pull it off. That stunning, fat pussy belongs to him and he loves it when she creams. It’s even more exhilarating that his baby sister has done it. Your fingers are so drippy, so tasty, he’ll let you fuck each other whenever you want. He may have been calling you a pervert, but he never said he wasn’t one.

The vibrations in her throat bring Bakugo to his own climax. He doesn’t cum down her throat, though. He pulls out and paints her already messy face. It’s so thick and creamy and she can’t get enough. If there’s anything Camie loves more than sex, it’s cum in particular. She loves it anywhere and everywhere she can get it. So to have the love of her life give her a pretty makeover is nothing but an honour.

He helps her upright, telling her how amazing she is. What a good job she did. And the same to you, too. “Kneel next to each other.” he demanded. And you did. He proceeded to scrape his cum off of her face. He gathered an equal amount in each of his hands on the tips of his fingers. Before you could object, he was shoving them in both of your mouths. “Suck ‘em clean for me.”

You swirled your tongue around them carefully, offering careful kitten licks to clean the mess on his fingers. Camie, on the other hand, was practically deep throating them. Her eyes were blown to hell and her mind was filled with nothing but Bakugo and cum. He shoved his tongue in your mouth and kissed you passionately as a reward for being so good for him. So obedient and so damn willing. Aren’t you grateful he interrupted your play time? He kissed Camie in the same way, a sweet suction sounded as their lips parted. He began to whisper to her, but it was so deep and gravelly there was no way you’d be able to avoid listening.

“Fuck my little sister, Camie. Teach her how girls fuck.”

He walked away to sit at the desk chair by the computer in his room. His cock was softening, but it didn’t stop him from touching himself. Camie practically pounced on you after Bakugo had left the bed just for the two of you. You were like her personal little doll. Your breasts squishing against each other as lay on top of you and grinded her cunt against your thigh. Her kissing was intense, hard but soft all at once. You couldn’t get enough of her. You don’t know how you’ll ever give her back to Bakugo.

“Open your legs for me, pretty baby, need you to spread your pussy open.” she requests.

You do, and she helps position you where she wants you to be. It all clicks into place when she practically sits her sex on top of yours and holds your thigh. Isn’t this fake? This is a myth made up for porn, you were sure of it. But her fingers are digging into the soft flesh of your thigh as she uses it for leverage to grind her cunt against yours.

They’ve both stopped caring whether anyone hears what you’re all up to. It’s been so long since she’s scissored anyone and it’s one of the best pleasures she’ll never be able to experience with her boyfriend. No matter how much they love each other. She supposes that you’re the next best thing. She tilts your head so that you’re facing Bakugo, and you’re both pulling the lewdest faces for him. He’s rock hard again, fucking his fist furiously as he awaits the sight of you cumming against each other from humping your pussies together.

“C-Camie, feels funny,” you tell her.

“’m gonna cum so hard baby.” she responds. You aren’t sure if she is ignoring you or if that is her only answer for what you’ve told her. It’s a little patronising, you think. You know how it feels to cum. You’ve done it enough times. But it feels different. It’s more intense. And she isn’t listening. She doesn’t care. She’s close, she looks like an angel when she moans. Especially when she’s close. “Ohhhhh fuck. I’m cumming, fuck. I’m cumming baby, I- I- hnggggg.” she finishes, she tremors against you but does all she can to continue her pace.

“Ah! Camie—!” all three of you gasp as an explosion of clear liquid erupts from your clenching cunt. Your body as well as Camie’s is completely drenched in your climactic arousal. She humps you through it. Telling you how pretty you are and how amazing your pussy looks. You feel embarrassed, even though they both tell you that you shouldn’t be. “Made such a mess,” you announce, collapsing against the mattress. She puts your legs over her shoulders and begins to drink up every last drop that your heat offered her.

“Your sister’s so tasty babe. I think I wanna keep her.” Camie jokes before nestling her face in between your folds.

“What’d you think of that, hah? Gorgeous girl between your legs and she doesn’t wanna let you go. Best Christmas present you got this year, right?” Bakugo taunts. You can’t even think let alone agree. But you stutter out a yes, he’s right after all.

“Merry Christmas, B-Bakugo.” you manage to stammer out to him.

“Yeah,” he chuckles. “Merry fucking Christmas.”

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Consequences

Title: Consequences Fandom: Shadow and Bone Rating: M Pairing: Slight Aleksander x unnamed OC Word count: 3420 Warnings: dark!fic, grey!oc, threats, coersion, being offered as a sacrifice, swearing, use of a knife, attempted murder, actual murder (or would it be manslaughter?), blood consumption, violence, demon!aleksander

Summary: Based on the scary story prompts from @darkpromptsyouneveraskedfor. Prompts include: 15) "I made my sacrifice, now it's your turn." and 8) You're hired to house sit one of the heritage homes in town but realize you're not alone.

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Notes: This is a dark fic. Heed the warnings. There is attempted murder, friendships breaking and more. Shout out to @vixenofcourse who helped me with this. Enjoy!

“You just have to come, water the plants, hang out. It’s easy money.”

“Then why aren’t you doing it?”

“Because I have plans.” 

“Whose house is it again?”

“No one’s. It’s empty right now. The sellers are locked in some battle with buyers who want the rights to update it.”

“But isn’t it a…”

“Yeah. The fancy plaque on the wall says they’re not allowed to change a thing. That’s not stopping them from trying though. Just do me this favour. Please.”

“Ugh, fine. But you owe me.” 

“Sure, whatever you say.” 

She hangs up the phone and sighs. It’s not the best gig but at least it’ll be easy. All she needs to do is pick up the keys and check the place out. With her luck, it’ll be haunted but no one said she had to stay the night. 

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Her friend isn’t around when she goes to pick up the keys but it’s fine. There’s a coded safety case that realtors use and she knows the combination. The house is eerie. She hasn’t even gone inside yet but the exterior is all Victorian trim and dark colours. It looks like it belongs to the Addams Family. The plaque next to the door declares it a historical site. She stares at it for a moment. It’s the cause of all her problems, at least right now. 

She gets the key from the box. It looks new, as though the locks have been changed but the door still looks like it belongs in the 1800s. She’s not entirely sure it’ll fit, and if she has to call her friend because someone left the wrong key, she’s going to be pissed. It’ll just add to this waste of time. 

The key fits. 

The door creaks open. An ominous warning to the dark that lies ahead. It’s a little impressive actually. They must have blocked the windows. That was creepy. Now that she thought about it, who were the original owners? Or the current ones. Jen never said. 

She walks in. She had to water plants? In this place? The only thing that was going to grow here was mold. The door closes behind her. She turns as she’s shrouded in darkness. She left it open so she could find a light. 

“Must have been the wind,” she says. “Closing…a very heavy door…” She rolls her eyes. It was just her luck acting up again. She never had much of it. It was the same reason she couldn’t hold down a proper job. Things just happened. Weird shit seemed to follow her and everything got blamed on her.

She digs out her phone and turns on the flashlight. That made it creepier. There was something about not being able to see everything around you. It made her feel like there was something behind her. She shudders. 

“Alright, let’s just look around, turn on some lights and get out of here.” 

Finding a light switch was harder than she expected. Original switches from the last time the house was renovated, before it was considered historical, look nothing like the ones she’s used to. 

She finally finds the toggle switch but it doesn’t work. At least, nothing happens. “Of course, the place can’t even work…” She turns, looking around for another, when something touches the back of her neck. She jumps. 

A quick turn, flashing the light around her, reveals…nothing. Despite the fact that something just touched her, she knows something touched her, nothing is there. She’s still in the silent, creepy house. 

“And we’re done,” she says out loud. She’ll stand watch outside if she has to, but she’s leaving. 

Wind blows past her as she leaves the room. She stops. Where did that come from? 

“Nope. No, no, no,” she tells the house before heading to the door. 

“Leaving so soon?” 

She jumps again, turning towards the voice. She pushes her back against the wall, right by the door. “Who’s there?” 

“We haven’t even introduced ourselves yet.” 

She moves the flashlight around until she finds him. The man is standing on the stairs facing her. She can’t make out his features very well, it’s too dark and he’s too far away. “You’re not supposed to be here,” she says, sounding far more confident than she feels. Cold creeps up her spine. 

“Trust me, we’re exactly where we are both meant to be.” 

She grabs the door handle, keeping herself facing the man. She’s not about to turn her back on a stranger, not in this creepy house and not when she was told no one is supposed to be here. “I’m going to go,” she says. “You look like you have this in hand.”

“I regret that you will not.” He seemed to disappear from her view and she turns, trying to find him again. 

His face appears in front of hers. She jolts back, hitting the door hard. “I made my sacrifice,” he says softly. “Now it’s your turn.” 

He leans forward, mouth parting and displaying rows of teeth that glisten in the little light there is. His eyes are black. 

“I don’t think so!” She shoves him back. To her surprise, he actually stumbles. He looks at her confused. “I’m no one’s sacrifice!” 

He stares at her for a moment, head tilted. “No,” he says softly. “I don’t believe you are.” 

Her heart pounds in her chest, feeling as though it is either about to burst or stop completely. She can see him clearly now. He looks human but there is something off about him. It’s not only the black eyes and too many teeth. There is something that sets everything in her on edge. 

He moves faster than she sees, gripping her jaw. It’s gentle and yet inescapable. Even trying to pull back slightly fails. He turns her face, examining her from all sides. “What a curious thing you are,” he says quietly. “She must not have known.” 

“Who?” She can’t help but ask. 

“The one who sent you here. She requested a boon, but they are not to be given without sacrifice. I would have escaped this prison with your death but now…” 

“Hold on, my death?” She glares at him. “You’re telling me Jen sent me here purposefully to die?” 

“Are you surprised?”

“You think?!” She scowls at the man in the dark. “Let me out. I’m going to kill her.” 

His eyes seem to gleam in the light. “Are you?” He reaches out again, touching her face softly. There are claws on his fingertips. “Perhaps we could make a deal?”

“I’m not into deals,” she tells him, unimpressed at what he’s already suggesting. 

He grins. It’s wide enough that it looks as though it will swallow his face. “Nothing like you’re thinking. Call her here. I was promised a human soul, not one like you. Bring her and I’ll tell you the truth of what you are.” 

“Do you think I’m stupid?” She asks, staring at him. “You want me to call her, get her to come over here so what? You can kill us both?”

“Do you know what the boon she asked for was?”

“Obviously not.”

He smirks, amused by her sharp edges. “She sold your life away for wealth and the love of a man named John.”

“Oh for the–” She cuts herself off. “John?! Really? That asshole?” She can’t help herself. “She’s been obsessed with him for years and he knows it! He’s played her like a fiddle. Calling her when he wants sex and dropping her as soon as she presses for more and she still goes back for more!” 

“Humans are frivolous with their affections,” he says mildly. 

“She’d kill me to win that asshole? Fuck it.” She lifts her phone, shutting off the flashlight that was eating at her battery and succumbing to the dark and the thing in it. She’s pissed off now. It was one thing to set her up, to send her on this stupid task and try to sacrifice her. Hell, the economy was hard, she could understand it really, but for John? Hell no. 

Her friend is in her recently contacted section. It goes to voicemail. Of course, it does. If she was setting her up to die, she probably didn’t want to hear her screaming. Well, two could play this game.

“Hey Jen,” she says in as light-hearted a tone as she can maintain once the voicemail beeps. “I’m trying the code you gave me but it’s not working. I can’t get into the house. Are you sure it’s the right one?”  

She hangs up. “And now we wait.” 

“Clever,” he praises. 

She ignores it and turns her flashlight back on. She isn’t ready to wait in the dark with…whatever it is. 

It takes about a minute for her so-called friend to call her back. Maybe it’s guilt? Maybe it’s a warning and she didn’t listen to the message.

She answers. “Hey.” 

“You can’t get in?” There’s a trace of panic there. She wonders if she should be insulted at how fast Jen responded to that. How fast they listened for proof of her demise. 

The thing in front of her is grinning again. She ignores it, stomach curdling in disappointment. “No, the code doesn’t work.”

“Are you sure? It’s 5935.” 

She waits for a moment before she responds. “That’s what I tried. I just did it again, and got nothing. I’m just going to go home, okay?”

“No!” Jen nearly shouts it before trying to recover. “I mean, just wait. I can stop by quickly and check it. I have the override.”

“Then why am I here? You said you were busy.” She can’t help but dig into the lie now. She wants to see what the excuse is. 

“I am. I just have a few minutes, like I said, but I can pass by. Just wait for me, okay?” 

“Fine.” She hangs up. Was this really worth it? Could she send someone to their death?

“Tell me about this John.”

She scowls at the thing wearing a man’s face. “Can you read minds?”

“I don’t have to. It’s in your expression.”

“I told you everything you need to know.” 

“Then tell me about you. Your parents, your life.”

She looks at him, at the eager twitch to his smile, and ignores the demand. She owes him nothing, even if the thing has offered to take Jen’s life instead. Anger sits in the base of her throat. A sacrifice. Things like that shouldn’t be real, they shouldn’t exist, but neither should the thing that looks like a man but has too many teeth. It’s better to be angry instead of hurt. It’s not the first time someone has tried to take something from her, or used her, but it stings every time and it has yet to get easier. Especially when she thought they were friends. Good friends. 

“I’m not telling you anything about my family.”

“Well then I’ll guess, shall I?  You’re the odd one out for no reason you can see or they can name?  They forget about you frequently and with alarming ease and seem relieved at your absence?  They meet your basic needs but take no joy in it, just performing an obligation and no effort is made to bond further?” 

She bares her teeth at him. She doesn’t agree or disagree. It’s true that her family wasn’t the warmest or most supportive, but it didn’t matter. Her luck always ran in the worst ways and the people around her sometimes got caught up in it. That often included her parents. 

He looks up, past her and towards the door. “She’s here,” he tells her. 

“That was quick.” Another nail in the coffin. Another shred of proof at how much her ex-friend wanted the boon she was willing to trade another’s life for. 

They fall quiet and she can hear her friend now, coming up the steps and calling her name. She doesn’t respond. She can’t. Not yet. She doesn’t know what to say and there is no real way to explain why she is inside. Especially after the call.  

It doesn’t matter. A key scrapes against the lock and she moves back, behind the door so that she’ll be hidden when Jen enters. The thing looks amused but does not give her away. Instead, it seems to melt back into the shadows and she turns the flashlight off on her phone. 

The lock gives way and the door opens slowly. The light from the outside illuminates the front hall and even from behind the door, she catches sight of things she missed when she entered. The way the staircase was rotting. The dust on the broken frames that were somehow still on the wall. 

Jen calls her name. 

Her heart pounds in her chest, regret and hope churning her stomach. This could be a mistake. It could…

“Did you get her?” Nevermind. Jen’s voice is dispassionate and curious. “Did she get inside? Where’s my prize?”

Her lip curls in a snarl at that. Jen moves forward and she takes the chance to close the door behind her former friend. It seems darker than before now that the light is extinguished. 

“John?” she has to ask. “Really? That manwhore?” Jen turns to the sound of her voice but neither of them can see each other. She just knows that she’s still there. “That’s what my life is worth to you?  I die in some gruesome manner so you can live happily ever after with a fuckboy who drops you on the regular?!  You are some piece of work.”

“What are you talking about?” Jen gives a forced laugh. “It was just a joke.” 

“Sure it was.” 

“You honestly thought I’d sacrifice you?” she asks, peering into the shadows by the door.

“I think the thing that was ready to eat me is more believable than you are right now.” 

“Lying does not become you, Jennifer,” the voice of the thing echoes through the dark. “You offered her life in exchange for wealth and the devotion of an unworthy man.”

“I–”

“Just admit it,” she says. 

“It’s not like anyone was going to miss you!” Jen says it quickly, in one breath.

She swallows down the hurt at that. “That doesn’t excuse it!” she snapped back. 

“You know,” the thing calls out. “I should really thank you, for all that you are unaware of the treasure you’ve placed before me.” 

“I gave you a sacrifice,” Jen snaps towards the voice. “Where’s my gift?”

“There’s no sacrifice!” She snarls. “I am not fodder for your garbage happily ever after!”

“Take her!” Jen nearly screams. “You owe me!”

“I owe nothing,” the voice responds. “You, however, owe me a life.” 

“I gave you one!” 

“You owe a human life.” 

Jen screeches at that. 

She watches as Jen turns towards her, reaching out and leaping forwards. She jumps back but there’s nowhere to go, no space to lean out of Jen’s range trying to slash at her with what looks like a kitchen knife. She slams her hand forward, knocking Jen’s shoulder as she tries to shove her back. 

“If he won’t do it, I will! I’ll get what I deserve!” Jen snarls as her fingers grab her hair and she feels a sharp bite along her side and a tug at her shirt as the knife is drawn back to strike again. 

She tries to slam her elbow into Jen’s face but the positioning is awkward. As much trouble as she draws, she’s never really been in a fight before. She’s never had someone trying to kill her. One more shove and she hears the knife clunk onto the floor and skitter away in the dark as one of them kick it in the struggle.

“Help!” She calls out. She knows the thing is watching, can practically taste their eagerness for more bloodshed in the air. She’s not sure whose but she does not intend for it to be hers. 

“Gouge her eyes,” the voice calls out. “Use your teeth!”

That wasn’t a bad idea. She turns, wincing as Jen’s grip pulls her hair harder with the motion, and bites down on her arm. 

Jen screams and lets go. 

She grabs Jen’s hair, repayment of course, only this time she does her best to slam her former friend’s head into the wall. Jen tries to shove her off, but after the first successful hit, the woman is dazed and she does it again and again. 

The anger comes out then. The betrayal and fear and desire to survive all come out as she slams Jen’s head over and over. It’s only when she actually feels blood on her hands that she comes back to herself and let’s go. Jen crumples at her feet.

“Oh my god.” 

There is slow clapping and her attention returns to the figure who moves closer. She can make him out now in the dark. It’s almost as if a light has been turned on somewhere, just enough that she can start to make things out. Maybe it’s just that her eyes have adjusted to the darkness. 

“Beautifully done,” it says. 

“I didn’t–”

“You did.” It crouches down and she can see as it touches the blood that’s pooling around the head. It puts its finger in its mouth. “She’s not dead, yet. Thank you for that.” She’s not sure where he gets the knife from but she watches as he slams it down into Jen’s chest. He twists the blade and she looks away. 

She inhales sharply. “You have your life,” she says. “We’re done.”

“Not yet,” the figure stands up. The dark eyes somehow shine as he grins at her. “We haven’t been formally introduced.” 

“I’m not interested.”

“Not even to know the truth?”

“About what? Her?” She motions to the body on the floor. “I don’t care.” And she doesn’t. Not anymore. She regrets that friendship now. She regrets letting her in.

“About what you are,” it says. “Why you didn’t meet the criteria for the deal.”

She pauses. That’s true. “And what am I?”

“Not human. Not completely.”

“I’m not interested in your games,” she snaps. “Either tell me or open the door and let me leave.” 

“No games. Not with you.” It moves closer, a claw traces down her cheek and she tries not to flinch. “We could have a lot of fun. I could show you…many delights.”

“Are you going to tell me why you spared me or not?” 

“There’s demon in you,” it says. “A rare thing.” 

“Sure there is.” She rolls her eyes. “Can I go?”

It stares at her for a moment before it moves. Suddenly, the place is illuminated. The lights are lit and she is faced with what the thing actually looks like. It looks like a human man aside from the way his clothing seems to be made of the darkness. His hair is as dark as his sharklike eyes. “We can go wherever you want, but first.  Allow me.” He bites his thumb before he reaches down and she hisses as he presses his fingers against the cut on her side. He drags them across the entire cut.

It burns, sharp and cold. She tries to pull back and he releases her, once the pain finally stops. She glares at him. “I didn’t invite you.”

“And yet I have the answers I know you want.”

She stares at it, at him, for a moment. “A demon, huh?”

“You may call me Aleksander.” 

“That’s a human name.”

“Is it? Who knew.”

She snorts at that. “He’s funny too.”

“A good demon has all the best qualities,” he says. He bends down over the body again and inhales sharply. She almost thinks she sees something move, going from one to the other, but he simply licks his lips. He stands and motions towards the door which opens without a touch. “Shall we?” 

She ignores the arm he offers and walks out. He follows and walks next to her. 

“Your anger was wondrous to watch,” he tells her. “Sharp in the best way, but dangerously slow to rise in your own defence.”

She glances at him. Now that he’s out of the house, he looks more human. It’s some sort of disguise but he grins at her as he catches her looking.

“You’ve got a little demon in you,” he says.

“Okay?” It’s still a matter of opinion.

“Would you like a little more demon in you?” 

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- Top 5 Canon H/L Fics -

1️⃣ And Then a Bit by @infinitelymint [E, 158k]

“We’d like to give the fans what they want.” Magee states, placing his hand on the table in front of him and leaning forward. “We want to give them Larry Stylinson.”

Or, take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest! employee with a good idea. Add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. Stir. Serve: the mother of all publicity stunts.

(aka Harry and Louis fake a relationship for publicity. Eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.)

2️⃣ To the Ends of the Earth by stylinsoncity / @aliensingucci [M, 68k]

During a yearlong hiatus, Louis visits Harry at his cabin in Idaho, where long-buried feelings ignite like the fire keeping them warm.

3️⃣ i can't breathe (without you as mine) by togetherwecouldbealright [G, 2k]

It's slightly strange that Harry doesn't recognize him, but Louis doesn't really mind because, for some reason that's a mystery to him, Harry still somehow seems to be smitten with him.

or, the one where Harry just had surgery and is at the mercy of anesthetics, and Louis is having far too much fun video taping Harry's initial reaction to seeing him.

4️⃣ burn to ash by bethaboo / @bethaboolou [E, 116k]

Harry is sitting there, so fucking casual, and Louis realizes in a split second he was not ready. When Harry walked out in Detroit and never looked back, he was a boy verging on a man, still only twenty years old, but there's a man in his place now. Hard and resolute, yes, but still, for the first time in a long time, Louis can kind of see the old Harry in him. The soft, directness of his gaze, the hesitant smile he gives to Lou, the way he wrings his ridiculously large hands in his lap.

He's a little bit the eager sixteen year old puppy dog again, his innocence and sweetness resurrected miraculously, and Louis freezes in place. He was prepared to face the asshole Harry. He was prepared to meet a whole new Harry.

Louis is not prepared to meet one of the old incarnations of Harry, and it absolutely tears him up.

Or the fic where Harry spirals out of control, the band breaks up, and then he shows back up, five years later.

5️⃣ we can take the long way home by eleadore [E, 27]

“Fertile,” Louis says, and then laughs because it sounds stupid to say out loud. He hasn’t ever really thought of himself in those terms. Baby-making terms. It’s just one of those things his body can do, like exercise, or go without tea. Doesn’t mean he will.

or,

The band takes a break. Harry and Louis come together.

- Hidden Gems -

💎 Back to How it Was by @lululawrence [NR, 52k]

Harry carefully stood up and was on his way to the window to look outside when he ran his hand through his hair, and it stopped entirely too soon.

He froze then began fervently patting all over his head. Where was his hair? He’d been growing it out for a couple of years now and it was finally almost to the length he’d had as a goal the entire time. How could it have gotten cut off overnight?

Harry rushed over to the mirror hung on the wall adjacent to the window.

Oh shit. What the hell was happening? Harry leaned closer and saw that not only was his hair cropped shorter than he’d ever wanted to go again, but it looked like he had the beginning of crow’s feet by his eyes. Those definitely weren’t there yesterday! And what happened to his tattoos? He still had some of them, like the star and the letters he’d gotten for his mum and Gemma, but most of the rest were missing and there were a few he’d never seen before instead.

What. The. Fuck.

Or the one where Harry goes to bed angry with his bandmates and wakes up in a universe where One Direction was never formed and he has to find a way back home. Home definitely has nothing to do with his best friend and bandmate, Louis. That would be ridiculous.

💎 Drifting, Weightless by @dinosaursmate [E, 41k]

“We’ve been asked to do a gig,” Niall said slowly. “Harry and Liam are completely up for it, I am too.” “Alright. What’s the catch?” Louis asked with suspicion. “It’s, um…” Niall cleared his throat. “So, Juliana was contacted by this themed cruise company, and they want us to do a four-day One Direction cruise.” The words hung in the air as Louis’ right eyebrow slowly crept up and he fixed Niall with a stare. “Absolutely not.” Louis rolled his eyes. “You’re essentially asking me to go on a working holiday with my ex. Stranded on a boat in the ocean for four days.” “Cruise ships are huge! You don’t have to see him in your down time.” --- Harry and Louis are exes with benefits until they're not, and the Mediterranean Sea might just be the perfect place to work through some unresolved issues.

💎 Blinded by the Colors by @fallinglikethis [M, 20k]

After a heated fight with Harry, a maudlin, inebriated Louis Tomlinson questions his presence in his boyfriend's life. In fact, maybe all of One Direction would be better off if Louis had never been put in the band to begin with.

He never expected to wake up in a world where that's exactly what happened.

Or an It's A Wonderful Life Au where Louis Tomlinson realizes just how important he really is.

💎 old macdonald had a farm by vintagehistories / @adoredontour [NR, 5k]

Louis is a hedgehog, Harry is a fish, Niall is a parrot, Liam is a golden retriever, and Zayn is Zayn. It’s a crazy twenty-four hours.

💎 as we move slowly by snsk / @snsknene [G, 2k]

"You know what color your wings are?" Harry asked conversationally, on his stomach at the tattoo parlor, while Louis played absentmindedly with one dangling hand and flipped through some designs.

// Alternatively: Louis grows wings. Harry is the only one who can see them.

[neondiamond]

☀️ Recently Read Fics - August 2022 ☀️

These are all the amazing fics I read over the past month (from shortest to longest). Don’t forget to leave kudos and comments to show the authors your appreciation if you read any of these! 💛

☀️ let me carry your burdens by @bottomhaztoplou (637, G)

Harry isn't understood by the world. Louis helps to give him a little peace.

☀️ Late Night Nesting by @harryslonecurl (769, M)

“Hurry up. I’m cuddle deprived.”

Louis climbed into bed, careful not to dislodge any part of the nest. Harry didn’t hesitate to cuddle right up to Louis’ bare chest. Harry stuck his nose right into the crook of Louis’ neck, where his bondmark lay. It wasn’t typical for alphas to have bondmarks along with their omegas, but Harry and Louis didn’t care to adhere to every tradition.

☀️ Logging In by @tommokat (801, G)

Harry’s new job comes with two main struggles: the technology hating him and the IT tech that’s fixing it all.

☀️ craving a kiss by @onlyforbravest (974, G)

“But Lou, I really want to kiss someone.”

Louis let out a heavy, irritated sigh. “I gave you a solution.”

“But –”

“Actually, I gave you two.”

☀️ Good Dogs Don’t Bark by @haztobegood (1k, M)

“Don’t know where it came from, but it’s here to stay,” Harry laughed into the mic. Barking at the crowd gave him such a thrill. He couldn’t remember the first time he barked at the crowd, but he remembered how it made his heart race every time. He always wondered how his Master would react if he were there. Would he be punished for barking in public? But Louis had been busy with his own world tour, and Harry kept barking.

☀️ heart meet break by @larrieblr (1k, NR)

A large, looming living room with half its belongings packed up. A kitchen, sink barely cleaned and two plates set on the table. And a skinny twenty-something on the middle of the rug, a hot phone pressed to a cheek so tear-stained it might cause an electrical shock.

☀️ Dark Waters Breed Desperation by @usignedupforthis (1k, NR)

If Louis has to stare at the ocean to remember who he is at least it doesn't care.

☀️ Cowgirl Take Me Away by @littleroverlouis (1k, T)

Louis has two great loves in her life: Harry and Harry's cowboy boots.

☀️ Hash Brown, Egg Yolk, I Will Always Love You by @loveislarryislove (1k, G)

Niall is a regular at Harry's hole-in-the-wall breakfast diner, coming in almost every morning. As such, he feels uniquely qualified to opine that another regular, Louis, would be a perfect match for Harry.

He doesn't realize they're several years ahead of him on that.

☀️ Downgraded by @wabadabadaba (2k, G)

I don't know why you downgraded what we had, but I did not make us up.

Or the one where Louis has too much time to think while in self-isolation so he calls Harry after not speaking to him in years.

☀️ Cannibalism Love Story by @londonfoginacup (2k, G)

It’s a hot summer day and Louis wants nothing more than to lay on the floor and do nothing.

Instead he’s with the twins at the science museum.

☀️ I don’t mind being lost at sea by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed (2k, T)

“Would you like your eggs cooked, scrambled or fertilised tomorrow morning?”

Zayn looks at the stranger thoughtfully. “You know,” he says, “I don't think that pick up line works when we're both male.”

Or: the fic where Louis tries to cheer up a stranger in a bar.

☀️ we’re forever (and ever and ever and ever) by @onlythebravest (2k, G)

Five times Louis said "I wish I met you later" and one time he didn't.

☀️ tofu or not tofu by @hershelsue (3k, E)

Harry watches a documentary and decides to go vegan. It almost goes south, but Louis is as supportive as ever.

☀️ De Novo by @skipperxao3 (4k, M)

Harrie always knew that things weren’t right in her world, but it was many years before she had the answers, not only about herself but the world around her. With the help of two wonderful friends, she comes to embrace life as it truly is. She’s found happiness and confidence within herself, feeling truly content for the first time in her life.

One thing she longs for is to share her life with another person, but fear holds her back. She doesn’t know if she’s able to be accepted as she is now. But that doesn’t stop the world from trying and allowing her to see who she needs to be.

Despite her reservations, she realizes that one failed date doesn’t mean is it’s an end all. It simply means she wasn’t herself the first time around.

With a deep, steady breath of fresh air, Harrie knows now. She’s ready and the future is here in the form of a wonderful person who doesn’t hold her past against her. In fact, he finds her imperfectly perfect exactly as she is, and that’s all Harrie needs.

☀️ We Can Get Together by @tommokat (4k, M)

Louis tries his best to not have regrets in life. Or rather, he tries not to regret decisions he’s made with logic and reason. It seems he's found the decision that finally makes him question it all, however. Because logic and reason meant the best way to make it across the country for his cousin’s wedding in the middle of the summer was a Greyhound bus.

If only he had chosen a bus that didn’t leave at 2 in the morning.

☀️ Close Our Eyes (Pretend We’re Miles Away) by @haztobegood (5k, E)

Louis and Harry have been on the run for a day and a half now. It’s a hard situation to be in, and they’ve been trying to cope the best they can since their relaxing girls’ weekend at a rented cabin turned into a living nightmare.

Just forty eight hours ago, Harry never would have robbed a bank. Hell, she barely would have touched the gun she’d used in the robbery, let alone wave it around to threaten anyone. Forty eight hours ago, Louis hadn’t used that same gun to shoot a man.

☀️ It’s Just Another Full Moon by @larry-hiatus (6k, G)

The last time there was a Wolf Moon in the sky, Harry fell into an omega drop. Now that another Wolf Moon is coming, he’s not taking any chances…

☀️ Wild As You by @greenblueish (9k, M)

As much as Harry had not been overjoyed at the prospect of leaving Minnesota behind and starting high school in rural central Nebraska, it had definitely changed his life in ways staying at his childhood home never would have. Within days he had found fellow students to sit with at lunch, within weeks he had considered them friends, within months he had learned to love Nebraska, and within four years, he had wildly fallen in love with Louis Tomlinson.

or, a story about how Harry figures out whether the ideal of a house with a white picket fence in the suburbs of a medium-sized city is what he wants, or whether Louis' sheep ranch is the home his heart really desires.

☀️ there’s always room for common ground by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed (10k, T)

Zayn never thought his life would be this way. When he’d first met Liam, he’d known that this was it. This was the man he was meant to marry, to be with for the rest of his life. And for a while things had been perfect. They had their dream wedding, their dream home, and after a few years, their perfect little girl. Things had been – well, perfect.

It’s why it’s so hard to swallow that these days Liam will barely look at him. That they’ve gone from being cuddled up on the couch together to barely being able to exchange pleasantries when they’re dropping off their daughter with one another.

☀️ That How I Know by @allwaswell16 (19k, E)

Louis Tomlinson has just landed his dream job, coaching soccer at Augustus University. When he moves into a new house near campus, he meets his very fit new neighbor, English professor Harry Styles. Although their first meeting leads to an instant mutual dislike, the more Harry gets to know Louis, the more he likes what he sees.

Or the one where Harry’s African grey parrot spills his dirty secrets to his very hot neighbor.

☀️ I’m a Fool for You by @berzerkshires (24k, E)

Harry is a successful, past MVP player in the NBA. When he gets news of his stepfather's passing in the middle of a game, he walks out of the game, threatening to never come back. He's not been true to himself for years, and it's going to take a stranger from his hometown to help him understand that being yourself is not as scary as he thought.

☀️ I like the way you say my name (when you soak it in grace) by @liminalkitty518 (65k, E)

Louis is transferred to a new city to temporarily cover for his counterpart while he is on maternity leave for the next six months.

His new co-workers talk endlessly about Harry, the omega who he’s covering for. And Louis finds himself jealous of whatever alpha as snatched him up.

Until he learns Harry is actually an unmated omega three months out from becoming a single parent.

☀️ Have Love, Will Travel by @kingsofeverything (97k, E)

Rather than spend the summer working at their desks, Louis and Harry are given the opportunity to crisscross the country together in a tiny camper, filming their adventures for a YouTube series.

It soon becomes obvious to their viewers that there’s something more than friendship between them. Eventually, they figure it out.

☀️ Where you’d rather be by @itsmotivatingcara (103k, M)

Louis runs the best Canine Search and Rescue school in Augusta, Maine, one that trains dogs to track missing persons. He lives an idyllic life on Togus Pond where he's built his career from the ground up. He has everything he could ever want, a beautiful home, friends he adores and a dog that aids his students in their training. Romantic entanglements have never been high up on his list of priorities.

That is, until he stumbles across a body in the woods. A woman was brutally murdered and dumped on his doorstep. It doesn't help that the Detective on the case happens to be devilishly handsome and just the right amount of broody.

Detective Harry styles has a murder to solve, he's just gotten out of a long-term relationship and he's certainly not looking for another. Regardless of whether the man who run's the SAR unit's blue eyes sparkle with promise and a sense of belonging. Something he may or may not have been searching for all his life.