#the friend on the other hand was good last we spoke and we just drifted off because life and growing up but he was golden

[sn0tcl0wn]

lawmakers in my state are finally working towards raising the marriage age to 18. we didn't even have one until 2017 and currently it's 16 with parental consent. these laws almost ruined my life and destroyed the lives of so many people i grew up with so this is such an important step forward. can you believe this is what it's like living in a blue state in the year 2023? to read that they're finally working to fully ban child brides and get a tear in my eye because i truly never thought i'd live to see that happen? i'm so happy but it's fuckin surreal, man. this is the kind of progress that should have been done before i was born but if anything i was both a byproduct and a victim of the systems that allow that shit. absolutely fucked.

[talesofesther]

𝔈𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔞 𝔉𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔢

↳ 𝐂𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐕𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

Aemond Targaryen x Reader/fem!OC

Series Summary: You made a promise to Aemond once, when you were young and naive, and the only friend he'd ever known; yet you abandoned him before you could fulfill it. Between broken bonds, a betrothal, and flames that still burn deep within you; this is the story of how you fell apart and found each other again.

A/N: Some big revelations coming on this one, buckle up. Daemon and Alicent are good parents in my book, okay? Okay. ;)

Word count: 4,6k

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The perfume of wildflowers overwhelmed your senses, they bloomed in several colors around you; white, pink, blue, yellow—a field of untouched beauty, tucked away on the outskirts of the forests that surrounded King's Landing.

You sat in the middle of the field, soaking up the late afternoon sunlight as you gently plucked a few of the flowers to form a unique bouquet. It was only your third day in the capital and you already felt the need to sneak away and breathe some fresh air.

A loud huff of air came from beside you then, and a chuckle escaped you when you looked at your dragon. She lay peacefully just a few feet away from you, her ash blue scales being caressed by flower petals as the wind made them flow; one, in particular, tickling her nose and making her huff without opening her eyes. Her massive frame dwarfed the trees of the forest behind you and her tail disrupted the few bugs hidden between the grass as it swished from time to time.

The small smile you had slowly vanished, however, once your mind drifted back to thoughts of Aemond, for the umpteenth time today. Your talk with him from last night replayed in your mind over and over, while you were trying to sleep and first thing in the morning. It had felt wrong and unfair, and it left a cold feeling inside your chest. And yet a feeling that you thought—hoped—you saw mirrored in Aemond's own expression last night.

It was a fragile thing, but maybe, just maybe, what you once had could still be repaired.

Even from this far away, the Red Keep could still be easily spotted in the distance. You watched as a flock of birds flew by, as nothing but dark silhouettes against the golden sunlight.

You eventually pushed yourself up from the grass, brushing away any remaining dirt from your clothes. You walked up to your dragon, laying a hand on the warm scales of her muzzle.

Her fiery blue eyes lazily blinked open at your touch, and she leaned the slightest bit into your hand. "Istiti kostilus bartos arlī, riña." ('We should probably head back, girl.')

A low and deep groan came from the back of her throat, her large mouth prying open just enough to reveal a glimpse of her sharp teeth in complaint. Yet she slowly raised her head from the ground, the motion of her tall and heavy frame sending hidden fireflies flying away from between the flowers.

"Nyke gīmigon, ziry iksos lyks kesīr, yn se jēda kessa aderī mazverdagon zōbrie. Kosti māzigon arlī hemtubis," you promised with a smile as you looked up at her, walking beside so you could mount up. ('I know, it's peaceful here, but the hour will soon grow late. We can return tomorrow.')

She lay her chest and left wing down to allow you to mount easily, only raising to full height once you were settled in the saddle. Her steps on the ground were almost booming in the quiet field, with a small roar coming from her as she awaited your command.

You gripped tightly onto the saddle, heart tuning in with the powerful beat of the one belonging to the dragon carrying you. With a grin, you spoke; "Sōvēs, Khamira."

─── ⋄✧⋄ ───

Aemond's sword cut through the air, on unsteady feet he narrowly avoided Ser Criston's attack. His boots skid over the gravel of the training yard, panting heavily as he rolled his shoulders to keep up appearances and not attract a crowd of onlookers.

Sweat ran down Aemond's temple, getting caught on the leather of his eyepatch. Today was not a good day for him.

Cole seemed to catch on, dropping his shield to the ground and suggesting a break in their sparring session.

Aemond huffed, walking to the side to lay down his sword while he tugged at the collar of his vest that felt like it had been cutting his intake of air by half. His muscles ached from the exertion, yet as he let go of the hilt of his sword, his mind was already elsewhere. Trapped back in a moonlight haze that outlined the features of the one who'd taken residence in his mind and heart.

"You seem distracted today, my Prince," Cole spoke, slowly walking closer to Aemond as he caught his own breath. "Is something troubling you?"

A pair of young squires sparred to his left, two ladies and a guard stood together by his right, and Aegon made his way down the stairs that led to the grounds of the training yard—Aemond was acutely aware of every single person around him, and each one, he knew, was salivating for some royal gossip. He kept his back turned to Ser Criston, fidgeting slightly with the cuff of his sleeve; "No trouble. Simply not a good day for me, it seems."

"Oh, brother."

Both Aemond and Cole turned towards Aegon's obnoxious voice as he wandered towards them, both hands stretched before him as the first Prince gestured between his brother and Ser Criston, "Could this finally be the day that this poor man has bested you in combat?" He sported a wide and amused smile on his lips.

Aemond hummed, holding onto his composure. "We aren't finished yet."

"Well, by what I've just watched, the result seems pretty obvious," Aegon chuckled, leaning back against the weapon's table, "You were nearly getting your ass kicked."

"Watch your tongue," Aemond warned dryly, fists closed tight.

"Were you daydreaming about your childhood sweetheart, then?" Aegon ignored him, teasing further in a quieter tone, his smirk provocative. "Don't think I didn't notice you two eye-fucking each other at supper last night." He laughed at his own words.

Aemond clenched his jaw, nostrils flaring. "I mean it, you drunk, mind your tongue." He leaned closer, only for his brother to hear; "Lest I pick up a sword and do it for you."

Aegon raised his hands in mock surrender, fighting a smile and losing. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, eh?" The older brother picked up a small dagger from the table, twirling it between his fingers, the sharp tip slightly digging into his skin. "And here I thought you would be overjoyed with the news."

A small, barely there frown made itself known in Aemond's features. He took half a step back, "What do you mean?" Coming from Aegon, it could hardly be anything good.

"Oh you know, brother," Aegon shrugged, hesitating only for a moment as he took a glance at Cole who stood behind Aemond with the same confused expression, "Mother's agreement with Daemon, the one... involving his dear eldest daughter."

Aemond's blood pumped faster at the mention of you, his breath stumbled and he grew more impatient, "What do you speak of?"

A beat of awkward silence passed as they held each other's gazes.

"Oh seven hells, you do not know yet," Aegon deadpanned, before a small, surprised giggle escaped him.

"Aegon..." The Prince's name out of Aemond's lips came as a warning and he narrowed his one good eye.

"Oh no, no." Aegon shook his head, dropping the dagger in his hands to take slow steps back to the same path he came from. "I'm sure mother will be the one wanting to break the news for you then, beats me wanting to be on the receiving end of her ire if I do it." He reached the stairs, one foot already on the first step when he looked at Aemond with one final grin; "But I'll say, you need not worry about your darling leaving your side ever again." Aegon winked and skipped up the stairs.

The feeling of being left in the dark was all-consuming as Aemond's eye skimmed over the training yard, the sound of steel against steel becoming muffled to his ears as he tried to find a sense of direction for his running thoughts.

He left Ser Criston without another word, quick steps taking him inside the Keep in search of his mother.

─── ⋄✧⋄ ───

You flew over the cloudy sky with no hurry, your dragon's wings stretched and steady while she danced in between clouds. You'd taken the scenic route, as you liked to call it, the longer path to the dragonpit so you could linger a few minutes more on dragonback.

The flap of her wings was slow, yet not less powerful for it, her size creating shadows over the capital. Without you needing to say a word, your loyal dragon knew not to hurry today.

You kept on for a while longer, and just as you were close to reaching your destiny, you heard a familiar sharp screeching coming from behind you.

A roar came from your own dragon as she felt the presence before even seeing it. You turned your head around, looking over your shoulder. Caraxes' slithering frame suddenly emerged from between the clouds, his long and red body a stark contrast to the pale sky.

He flew beside and then overhead from you, and you could barely make out the grinning face of your father as he passed you.

"Aderī," you spoke the command and leaned forward on your saddle, holding tight. With a single movement of her wings, your dragon propelled herself forward, her lean body shooting through the skies as she caught up with Caraxes with an excited roar.

You came from under the Blood Wyrm, rising in flight just short of hitting them as a giggle went past your lips and heavy wind kissed your cheeks.

Khamira flew ahead, her ash-blue scales shining under the fading sunlight. You had yet to meet a dragon that could match her in speed. Caraxes' screeching could be heard from afar as he tried to keep up.

You were undeniably the first one to reach the dragonpit, your dragon raising dust as her large body landed on the ground. The keepers tried to approach her slowly to guide her inside the caves, but as instant as a wild lioness she was quick to greet them with a deafening roar and a show of her sharp teeth, taking a single haste step forward as a warning.

"It's alright," you called from above her, gesturing to the keepers, "I'll see her inside."

Khamira had been a temperamental wild beast ever since you claimed her; she disliked most people and had a tendency for ferocity if anyone dared to cross her boundaries, or worse yet, dared to threaten you. The dragoness bowed her head to you, and you only.

You jumped down from the saddle, feet hitting the ground as you bit back a smile. Your hand traced the warm scales along her neck as you walked, "Emi ȳdragotan nūmāzma bisa, ao jorrāelagon naejot gaomagon aōha vēdros, riña." You reached her face, caressing the shape of her muzzle while she cooed quietly at your words. ('We've spoken about this, you need to mind your temper, girl.')

Soon after, Caraxes also reached the ground, grumbling loudly as if annoyed for losing the race. "Sȳrkta biarves hembar jēda, rōva vala." You approached your father and the red dragon, watching as he climbed down from his saddle as well. ('Better luck next time, big guy.')

"Kesi iēdrosa pyghagon ao lanta." Daemon walked up to you, steps lazy as he pointed a finger at you with an amused smile. ('We will still beat you two.')

You laughed, meeting him in the middle of the otherwise empty grounds of the dragonpit. "Gaomagon ao jaelagon." ('Keep dreaming.')

A few feet away from you, Khamira and Caraxes met up as well, circling each other and exchanging low grunts, roars, and harmless bites. Two formidable beasts who had become friends over time.

You watched the two dragons with fondness for a beat, before turning your attention back to your father; who, you noticed, looked at you with a strange and unreadable gaze.

Daemon had both hands resting on the hilt of his sword, there was a small frown on his features, as if hesitating with the words he was about to say.

He sighed, glancing down. "I've been looking for you."

"Oh, we just went out for a flight." You explained easily, gesturing to your dragon, "I took her outside King's Landing for a few hours, you know how she gets if she's cooped up for too long."

Daemon chuckled, no stranger to the deep bond between you and the once-wild dragon. "Of course." Yet his small smile seemed strained, almost uncomfortable.

You frowned, shifting on your feet for a moment, "Is… something wrong, father?"

"We need to talk, about a rather urgent matter," Daemon spoke slowly, minding his words. And you don't think you've ever seen him this hesitant; this is not a conversation he's overly happy to be having.

You hesitated, his nervousness seeping into you. "Okay... what is it?"

What looked like a grimace passed over his features, as if searching for other ways to say what he needed to say. Eventually, he simply cleared his throat, "After last night's supper, Rhaenyra and I have talked." Daemon held your gaze for a beat, before quickly adding; "It was mainly her idea, so don't come for my neck." He tried jesting.

It did nothing to help the growing confusion inside your stomach, and you leaned your head to the side with a deeper frown on your brows.

"We all know our family has been drifting apart more and more as the years go by." He further explained, taking half a step closer to you so as to better hold your gaze, "And with the King solidifying Rhaenyra's claim to the throne, the greens won't be happy to… be left out. So we've decided, that it would be in everyone's best interest," His words seemed to get caught in his tongue, "To unite our families again, once and for all."

You kept quiet, yet distantly you could feel your heart pick up its pace. Your fingers tingled and you grasped at your overcoat with a bruising grip. "And what… does this have to do with me?"

Daemon chose to ignore the question. "Rhaenyra has already spoken to Alicent and my brother, the King; and after some reasoning, both have, surprisingly, dare I say eagerly, agreed to it… as well."

You blinked once, twice, shaking your head; "Father, what in the seven hells are you on about?"

He breathed in deeply, holding the silence as he regarded you with something akin to sympathy. "We've decided to unite this family again, by offering a betrothal."

Your blood ran cold. You held onto the air in your lungs until he spoke again.

"Between you, and Alicent's second son, Aemond."

It felt as if your heart ceased its beating entirely. His words left you disarmed, and you were suddenly drowning in the waters of the Narrow Sea; sinking deeper, deeper, deeper into cold and dark waters that suffocated you from the inside out.

"What?" It fell as nothing but a breath past your lips.

Daemon could clearly see the sudden panic in your wide eyes, he reached both hands up, taking hold of your arms and rubbing his thumbs on the thick fabric of your overcoat. "I know it came suddenly, daughter. I… tried speaking against it, but believe me, even I know this is the right choice."

You tried finding your voice again, all choked up and tight; "I- No, I can't- Father, there must be something, anything else that can be done to repair this-" You stammered, "This rift between our families. Anything other than trading my life for it."

"I've been in your shoes before, I know how you feel, but it's not the end of the world-"

"Not the end-" You gulped back a sob, groaning in frustration, "How can you say that? It is to me. And then what? What would be expected of me? To bring gods know how many children to this world?"

Daemon huffed out a small laugh, avoiding your eyes, "No, worry not, we don't expect you to have children, you're not in direct line to the throne so there's no need for heirs. We only need a powerful alliance, a direct connection between both our families strong enough to keep our squabbles at bay, and that," He shook your shoulders, gaze intent, "You can provide."

Slowly, drop by drop, reality downed on you. The time had finally come for your betrothal, a day you had wished would never come at all. "You're asking me to be a means to an end," you whispered, "Why me?"

"I have… noticed how close you seem to be with The One-Eyed Prince," Daemon spoke with poorly concealed disdain, "We believe it would be in your best interest-"

Tears welled up in your eyes. Aemond. Of all people, his was the hand you'd be taking in marriage, being forced together for the sake of uniting your families.

How tragically ironic, for you to be promised to one another with broken bonds and stained hearts. Just as you had found each other again, just as you hoped to make up for all the lost years. Soon, the overly fragile bond you had only started to get the hang of again, will become public knowledge. It won’t be your secret anymore but rather an over-discussed gossip.

Aemond would resent you for it, surely. You knew he would, and you wouldn't blame him. Because right now, you feel something similar, angry and bitter, as it took away your choice of falling for him all over again on your own terms, in your own time. Instead, you were being forced into a closeness none of you were ready for.

Staggerly, your watery eyes rose up again, "It is in my best interest not to be married off against my own will, father." You pleaded, taking hold of Daemon's wrist from his hand on your shoulder, "Please."

"You are also closer to being Rhaenyra's child than Baela or Rhaena could ever be." Daemon continued his reasoning, "Besides, they are already betrothed, as is Alicent's firstborn. You and the second Prince will be the final piece, so to speak."

You shook your head weakly, "I love Rhaenyra but she's not my mother, not by blood, we both know it."

Daemon raised his brows, placating you. "You're not her blood but you are mine. And Rhaenyra took you as her ward, raised you as her own since she first met you. Our… differences with Queen Alicent lay heavier on her shoulders, as you know."

His words left you lost and uneasy. You bit into the inside of your cheek until nearly tasting blood, avoiding your father's stare. He made a good point, deep down you knew he did. Tensions were high between your family, and a strong union was necessary for a chance of peace. And heavens know Aemond is most dear to you, oh he is; but no girl wants her freedom taken away like this. "Please father, don't. Don't take away my choice on this." You tried one last time.

There was a beat of silence, and then Daemon's hands came to your cheeks, thumbs smoothing the skin of your cheekbones; just a little rough yet holding nothing but affection. "My first daughter, my zaldrītsos." He spoke low and soft, a voice he most used to you during the nights you were young and afraid of storms. "Ever since I took you from the hands of your drunk of a mother, what do I tell you? Do you remember?"

A sob climbed to your throat and you failed to bite it back. There were tears in your eyes one blink away from spilling. "That as long as you lived... I'd- I'd be alright."

A small, proud smile came to your father's features. He nodded once. "That's right. I would never do wrong by you, I wouldn't ask this of you if it wasn't our only playing card. Marriages are political agreements. It's a contract for a chance of peace between our families. Once it is done you can pursue happiness wherever you'd like."

And yet you didn't know how to tell him, that this political agreement might destroy your last hope of rebuilding what you once had with your now betrothed. You knew what would be expected of you and Aemond now, at every court and royal gathering you'd have to be side by side, it would be your duty to hold the appearances of a united Prince and Princess of the realm.

How will you do it? How will you hold his hand knowing it was neither yours nor his choice to do it?

How will you pretend to be in love, knowing nothing will be real, when deep down in your heart you wished it was?

"I wish it could be different," Daemon spoke again when you kept quiet, gaze miles away, "But a war is brewing." He dropped his hands from you, glancing up at the darkening sky. "And this union may help us avoid it, the one between our families, at least."

You closed your eyes and emptied your lungs. All your fight left your body, and a feeling of numbness settled in. You opened your eyes. "Does- does Aemond already know about this?"

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There were two knocks on the doors that led to Queen Alicent's chambers, a moment later, the doors were pushed open.

"Prince Aemond, Your Grace." The guard stationed outside the doors announced. Aemond slowly walked in, and the doors were closed behind him again.

Alicent sat on the couch in the middle of her room, a cup of tea in hand as she looked out the open windows. Her attention shifted once the doors opened.

"Mother," Aemond called, halting his steps by the edge of the couch. His hair partially disheveled from the speed with which he traversed the long hallways of the Keep until reaching his mother's chambers, anxiety and apprehension spurring him on.

"Aemond," Alicent placed her cup of tea on the small table, getting up to take a few steps closer to her son, "I was just about to send for you."

Aemond gulped back, striving to keep his voice from sounding as nervous as he felt, "I've just met with Aegon in the training yard." He frowned, recalling the confusing words of his brother. "He speaks of… some news regarding me, I believe, that I do not yet know."

His words made Alicent groan, closing her eyes momentarily, "He must have overheard my conversation with Rhaenyra and her husband." She sighed, regarding Aemond with a look he couldn't decipher. "I am glad he held his tongue, I wished to tell you this myself."

Aemond took a step closer, his voice softening in the slightest. "What is it, mother? Did something happen?"

"No," Alicent spoke even softer, extending her hands and taking hold of Aemond's forearms who promptly held her the same. Her thumbs moved up and down on the fabric of his sleeves. "But, my son, your father and I have made a decision, one which I hope you can understand."

A frown then came to Aemond's features. He held onto his breath until his lungs ached, tightening the hold he had on his mother's arms; fearing the worst, even if he had no idea of what 'the worst' could be. And in the midst of it all, the headache came back. It always began with a heaviness in the back of his skull, but it would soon spread to his temples, forehead, and down the harsh scar.

Aemond blinked a few times, trying to chase the pain away even if he knew it was to no avail.

Alicent inhaled deeply, giving Aemond what looked to be a bittersweet smile. "Rhaenyra and Daemon have made an offer," she hesitated, "A betrothal between you… and Daemon's eldest daughter."

Many times in his life Aemond has felt lost, helpless, unable to move his body while his heart thundered inside his chest. Yet he wondered if any at all could compare to how he's feeling now.

The One-Eyed Prince tried to keep his face impassive, almost painfully so; but he knew his wide eye reflected his surprise, he knew his tight grip on his mother's arms reflected his desperation, he knew the wobbling of his lower lip reflected his fears.

You. He was to be betrothed. To you.

The one person he wished to have back for so many years. The one person who he has missed for so many years. The one person who he'd convinced himself that, for better or worse, did not care about him anymore. The pounding pain in his head grew stronger, following suit with his spiking emotions, and he gritted his teeth.

"My son," Alicent reached one hand up to Aemond's cheek when the helpless look in his eye tugged at her heart. "I believe it can be a good idea. Your father wishes for peace between our houses, between our families, and… perhaps we should honor his wish." She held a pause, minding her next words. "He's not doing well, your father, as you know. And Rhaenyra is to take the throne, maybe sooner than we thought."

Aemond took in her words one by one, trying to find his voice but with no luck. All he did was look at his mother. He knew, of course, that she was right. If anything he'd made tensions even higher between their family after what happened at supper last night, and part of him didn't want to bring more sorrow to his mother's life by going against this betrothal.

"With this marriage, our families would be united once again." Alicent squeezed Aemond's arms, willing him to understand, "I refused an offer such as this in the past… and I don't think I should make the same mistake now." She gulped down any pride, yet still raised her chin, "For the sake of our lives. Yours, your brother's. A union with the hope of peace during Rhaenyra's rule."

Aemond averted his eye, his hand still sore from holding his sword during the sparring session with Cole, his scarred eye socket stinging persistently. He dropped his arms to his side, flexing his fingers. "I am- I am to marry…" He hesitated on your name and closed his eye in frustration.

Alicent understood anyway, and her son's hesitation brought sympathy to her. Features softening, one of her hands rubbed Aemond's arm in an attempt to comfort him, "Yes. But I remember how the two of you used to be the best of friends, always together. I am sure your marriage will be a happy one, my son." She spoke with a note of empathy, gently; "It is a privilege, to marry someone you like."

Aemond exhaled shakily. Few and far in between as they were, the moments when he could lean into a mother's embrace were always cherished by the One-Eyed Prince. Yet there was a poorly concealed lump in his throat, a restlessness making his fingers tap his thigh.

Aemond refrained from telling his mother how he feared you didn't like him as you once used to anymore. He refrained from telling his mother how he would never wish for a woman like you to be stuck with a man like him.

With a tightness in his chest, deep down Aemond knew you deserved better. Better than he could ever be.

But alas, he opened his eye, looking down at the hopeful look on his mother's face even if his headache almost got her blending with the faded sunlight seeping through the windows.

Aemond managed a small, pained smile, and nodded.

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A Helping Hand | George Russell⁶³

Pairings: George Russell x fem!bestfriend!reader

Summary: feeling frustrated, you go to George for some aid where he offers to help you blow off some steam

Warnings: smut

A/N: goodness, this is the most I've spent on proofreading, rewriting and editing than on any of my other fics, probably because I babied this idea for a long time 💀 and probably because I was sick for the past few days that I couldn't do anything else except thinking about George taking care of me. Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it 🥰

You were frustrated. The irritation was welling up inside you, and there was no telling why. And nothing going your way wasn’t helping either. But what it is that you always do whenever you feel like this?

You go to George.

George and you were best friends for as long as you could remember. He played enormous role in your life, in a way that you would often refer to him as an older brother. No one else even came close to being as important to you as he was. He was always there to listen when you needed to rant about something, and the two of you were just as comfortable sitting in silence as you were engaging in deep conversations. Today was no different.

You walked over to George's apartment, knowing that he wouldn't mind your unannounced visit. You knocked on the door and waited a few moments before he answered, your mind racing with all the things you wanted to vent about. The door opened, revealing George’s smiling face.

“Hey there, buddy,” he said, pulling you into a hug. “What’s got you so worked up?” he questioned upon seeing your slumped shoulders and frowning face.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “I just know I’m feeling a lot and it’s not good.” you walked further into his apartment, running a hand through your hair.

George followed behind you. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shook your head, "I don't even know what's bothering me. I'm just feeling so damn… restless." and leaned against his kitchen bar.

George nodded his head, eyes fixed on your face. He knew that look and the manner in which you spoke. George had experienced this before with you. You would continue to speak until the words dried up, and he knew it was in his best interest to listen attentively. And he wanted to do just that. To be a friend and not interrupt for once your thoughts were drifting by. He loved the feeling of neediness you gave him.

So you started to spill your troubles. From everything that happened to you since you woke up to this very moment in the afternoon. He listened patiently, nodding and frowning in all the right places. You continued to talk, your words flowing out in a jumbled mess as you tried to make sense of your emotions. George listened intently, offering words of encouragement when needed. As you spoke, he moved closer to you.

It wasn’t a subtle move, you very much noticed him getting up and walking up to you, caging you in between his arms he rested on the counter behind you. He bowed his head so that his eyes were in level with yours and leaned forward, the words dying on your lips as he did so. Your faces were now only inches away, the air around you charged.

“When was the last time you got laid?” he asked.

You were taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor. “W-What?”

He took a step back, giving you space to breathe. “You, my friend, are sexually frustrated.”

You hadn't been with anyone in a while, he was right, like he always was, but “And how do you know that?” there was annoyance in your voice as you crossed your arms.

He sat down in one of his kitchen chairs, leaning on the table behind and legs spread lightly.  “How long have we been friends for?”

“Almost twenty years. Why?” you frowned, not really seeing the point of this conversation.

He gave a slight nod in agreement. “And in that long period of time you think I wouldn’t have learned your,” his gaze traveled up your body until it finally settled on your eyes, “body language?” his tongue clicked.

You swallowed hard, feeling the atmosphere between you two shift. There was definitely an undercurrent of something more, but you weren’t sure if you were ready to go there just yet.

“This-That has nothing to do with this.” you choked out.

“So you’re saying,” he moved his head from side to side. “If I offered you a solution you would say no?” his eyes found yours again and his gaze was piercing.

You couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine as George's eyes locked with yours. You had expected a hug or some words of comfort, not a proposition. You knew what he was insinuating, and part of you was tempted to take him up on his offer. But the other part of you was hesitant, unsure if you were ready to cross that line with him.

You had to admit, the idea was tempting. George was an attractive man, and you had always felt a certain level of chemistry between the two of you. But did you want to risk your friendship for a moment of physical release?

“I…”

Upon noticing your hesitation, George decided for you. “Come here.” he patted his thigh.

Bolts of electricity ran through your body  at his words. There was no denying that the idea of him taking care of you in that way was incredibly arousing. And before you made up your mind, your legs carried you over to him.

He took your arm, leading you in front of him. “Turn aroud. Sit down.” he instructed softly.

“On y-”

“Yes, y/n, on my lap.”

If he wanted to, he could pull you by the arms and just place you there, but he waited for you to slowly sit down yourself, resting your hands on his knees, your back to him.

“Good girl. Now,” he leaned forward, hugging your waist. “If in any moment you feel uncomfortable or just want to stop for whatever reason, I want you to tell me. Alright?”

“Okay.” you nodded, his intense stare more than you could handle.

You were familiar with being this close to George; you'd even slept in the same bed side-by-side without any issue. You had held each other before, but his touch was always comforting and platonic. This time however, something more hung in the air - an energy that made your heart race with anticipation.

“Good.” he kissed your tense shoulder.

George's hands caressed your body with practiced ease, gently running down your sides, across your abdomen, up and down your jean clothed thighs in order to help you relax. Gradually, you leaned into him, your breaths deeper. His lips smoothed over your neck and you let out an unwilling moan.

“You’re doing good.” he reassured and you nodded, affirming that you heard him.

His hands moved to the hem of your shirt, diving under to caress your stomach. They were warm, but your back arched on a sudden skin on skin contact. He stopped for a moment until you relaxed again. Moving upwards, his fingers grazed the lace of your bra before he glided his palms to cup them.

You gasped and bit your lip, surprised by the new sensation of his hands so close to your growing chest, and leaned back on him even more, your nipples hardening. You loved the way George touched you, the way he made you feel. His hands ran up and down between you and your bra, squeezing your globes. His lips found your ear, nibbling on its lobe before he spoke.

“You have a beautiful body.” he whispered huskily.

A shudder ran up your spine at the pure lust in his voice. His right hand slipped under the cup of your bra, freeing your breast. You didn’t protest, you felt good. Instead, you arched your back more, pressing your chest more against his hand. His thumb and forefinger found your nipple and pinched and pulled on it, making you moan.

George lowered his head and licked your neck, kissing it softly and nipping it occasionally. His left hand joined in the fun and massaged your other breast, pinching its nipple just as his right hand was doing. You clamped your eyes shut, enjoying the sensation of his touch.

“Sensitive, aren’t you?” he chuckled.

You leaned back once again, despite your best efforts. Now his right hand made its descend down your stomach, making you wriggle in his lap, and reached the button of your jeans. Popping it open, that’s when you opened your eyes as well.

“George,” you gulped and put your hand over his. “Are you sure about this?”

“Absolutely,” he pulled you closer, pressing his lips reassuringly to your neck. “Are you not?”

“I’m just worried what it means to us, our friendship. I don’t want to ruin it.” you finally voiced your concerns.

“You won’t ruin it, babygirl.” he smoothed over your hair. “Friends help each other out, don’t they? You can look at it like that.”

“Yes, but…” We shouldn’t be doing this… you thought to yourself.

“We can stop if you-”

“No!” you were maybe a bit too quick to cut him off. “Let’s continue. I… I like it.” you could feel the heat rush into your cheeks.

He kissed your neck, working his way up to your ear. “I’m glad. Cause so do I.” his hand went back to what it was doing.

He pulled down your zipper, but didn’t push your pants down, exposing just your panties. His hand went back to your breasts, kneading them, feeling their weight. Every now and again his hand would brush past your nipple, sending tingles down your body.

You’re breathing was growing heavier, his hands were good at what they were doing and you didn’t want it to stop. He could feel you squirming in his lap, his smirk evident even though your head was turned.

“Someone’s excited.” he teased.

“S-Shut up.” you bit your lip, embarrassed.

His fingers dipped under the elastic line of your panties, and you were glad that you decided to shave that morning. His fingers ran over your mound slowly, feeling every curve, every spot. He circled around your clit, teasing you, before he moved further down, dipping one finger in a bit before pulling it back out.

You moaned and he chuckled. “You like that?” you nodded, trying to contain your moans. “You want me to continue?” you nodded again, too aroused to speak.

His fingers dipped deeper inside your folds, feeling the warm, wet sensation. When his fingers reached the bottom, he started to rub your entrance, pressing just a bit, sending pleasurable sparks through your body.

“Mhm,” he moaned into your ear, “my babygirl likes that.”

“Yes.” you shook your head, agreeing.

“Tell me.” he demanded.

“Yes, I like it. I want it.”

His finger pushed a bit further inside, and you bit your lower lip, unable to keep quiet. “You want what?” he asked in a low voice.

“I want it.” you said in a higher pitched voice, trying to sound like a grown woman. “I want your fingers inside of me.” you blushed.

“You want more?”

“Yes. Please.” you ground onto his finger, your hips following his thumb’s rhythm.

He pulled his hand out of your pants and you audibly expressed your dismay at the lack of contact. He responded by placing his hands on your hips and forcing you up off the chair. Tugging your jeans down, you stepped out of them and he was quick to pull you onto his lap once again. With a nudge from his knee, your thighs opened into a desirable position. His arm was securely locked around your waist, making sure that you wouldn't move away or slip off his lap.

“Now,” he played with your panties, pushing them aside. “You said you wanted more?”

“Yes, George. Please, George.” you whined.

“Only cause you said please.” he smirked and you could feel his teeth graze your skin.

His finger entered you again, slowly, stretching you, moving only an inch or so before pulling out again. When he felt that you were ready for more, he rhythmically started to finger you, gauging your reaction. His finger pushed a bit further in, making you squirm. He pulled it back out, a bit of your juices clinging to it before he thrust it back in. You gasped, feeling the full sensation of his finger inside of you. He added another finger, and you moaned, squirming on his lap, feeling so full. Your breathing had turned into moaning, echoing through the empty apartment in which you were in.

"Shh, babygirl, it's alright. You're doing good.” George’s free hand tangled in your hair, pulling it back, your exposed neck bared to him. He nibbled on it, biting and sucking, loving your reactions.

“Just, please, more.” you begged him.

“I don't think you're ready for that yet.”

His fingers became more insistent inside you, pushing deeper and deeper. He rubbed your g-spot, making your moans turn into pants.

“No, no, no, no.” you panted. “Please, just a bit more.”

“Would my babygirl like to come already?”

“Yes, please, I’m so close.” you said, almost crying, needing to come.

“Let me hear you say it.”

“George, please. I want it. I need it. Please.” you begged.

“God, I didn’t think hearing you beg would be such a turn on.” he confessed, his voice a deep rumble.

“Please, I need it. I need to come. I love it when you touch me like that. Please!” you were almost screaming by the end.

He went back on rubbing you, his fingers moving faster and faster. Slipping his thumb a few times inside you while his fingers were busy doing you, the other hand clamped on your hip for support. His thumb pushed in deeper, your juices coated it and he rubbed your g-spot with it, making you squeal.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes.” you said over and over again, panting.

“Come for me.” he hissed and his other hand wrapped around your throat, holding you gently.

You didn’t even need his encouragement, your whole body was aching for release. His fingers moved faster, rubbing your g-spot, his thumb pressing hard against it. You were soaked, his fingers gliding inside you. You moaned, louder than before, mumbling incoherently.

Your hips bucked on his lap and he held you in place, his fingers continuing their assault on your body. You were his toy, his play thing, and you enjoyed it more than you should have. You didn’t care anymore, you were drowning in pleasure, letting it consume you.

Lights burst behind your eyelids when you came, biting hard into your lip, muffling your screams. Your whole body relaxed from the pleasure, your arms giving out and you would have fallen if he had not held you. You leaned against him, recovering from your orgasm. Your head was laid on his chest and all you could hear was his breathing, slowing down.

When the orgasmic waves subsided, you became aware of your surroundings again and blushed.

“Th-thank you.” you stammered, chest still rising and falling visibly.

“You’re welcome.” he kissed your temple. “Feeling better now?”

“Yes.” you nodded.

“Glad I could help.” he said, his fingers playing with your hair, combing them through.

“You did, but George… This can’t happen again.” you finished, standing up to find your jeans. It was just an excuse to put some physical distance between you for you don’t think you could get the last part over your lips if you were still sitting on his lap.

“Oh,” was all he said. You couldn’t determine was he disappointed or the realization hit him.

“We are friends and I want it to stay that way. You are too important for me to lose over... such thing.” you zipped up your pants.

“I understand.” he said, his voice not betraying his true feelings.

You had expected it to be hard to say it, but it didn’t feel like a lie at all, it felt like the truth. It felt like the right thing to do.

“Thank you.”

He meekly nodded. “Do you want to stay over? We can watch tv or something…” he trailed off.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Okay.” he smiled and you smiled back.

You spent the rest of the evening wrapped in blankets on his couch, laughing as you watched bad television shows and poking fun at the characters and plots. Between you two was no uneasiness; you were laughing together like earlier events hadn't happened. And that moment looked like a promise that, no matter what, nothing will ever change between you two.

Or so you thought...

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it all fell down (ln4)

part6

multipart story! part1 part2 part3 part4 part5

✦ pairing - lando norris x female reader

summary : lando norris and y/n were friends for 20 years, fell in love and dated for five. until it all fell down. they left each others lives abruptly and never spoke again, until they met again in the most unexpected way. can they find their way back or will certain scars never heal?

A few weeks later, Y/N found herself at the Red Bull Formula One team’s headquarters. Her company had been invited for a special event, showcasing new collaborative projects. The idea of being back in the F1 world was both exciting and nerve-wracking, but it wasn’t race weekend, so she didn’t expect to run into Lando.

As she walked through the impressive facility, she spotted a familiar face in the crowd. Kelly Piquet, Max Verstappen’s girlfriend, was chatting animatedly with a few team members. Penelope, Kelly's adorable daughter, was playfully twirling around nearby. When Kelly’s eyes met Y/N’s, her face lit up with a warm smile.

“Y/N! Baby!” Kelly exclaimed, rushing over to embrace her. “It’s so good to see you!”

Y/N returned the hug, feeling a wave of nostalgia. “You too, Kelly. Oh my god it’s been way too long. I've missed you so much!”

Just then, Penelope ran up and wrapped her little arms around Y/N’s legs. “Auntie Y/N!” she squealed, looking up with bright eyes.

Y/N crouched down to give the little girl a proper hug. “Hey, P! You’ve gotten so big!”

Max Verstappen, standing a few feet away, turned around at the commotion and grinned when he saw Y/N. “Well, if it isn’t the famous Y/N,” he teased, walking over to join the group. “Long time no see.”

Y/N stood up, returning Max’s grin. “Hey, Maximus. Congrats on the last race, by the way. You were incredible. Cute little family you've got here.”

“Thanks Y/N,” Max said, giving her a friendly hug. “How’ve you been? We haven's seen much of you since- well yeah, missed you alot. How are you?”

“Busy, but good,” she replied. “It’s nice to be back in this world, even if it’s just for a bit.”

Kelly looped her arm through Y/N’s. “We’ve missed having you around. It’s not the same without you.”

Y/N smiled, her heart warming at the welcome. “I’ve missed you guys too. It feels like coming home.”

Penelope tugged at Y/N’s hand. “Come play with me, Auntie Y/N!”

Laughing, Y/N allowed herself to be pulled towards a small play area. “Alright, P. What are we playing?”

As she engaged with Penelope, Kelly and Max exchanged knowing looks, happy to see their friend smiling and relaxed. It was a moment of genuine connection and warmth, a reminder that some bonds remained unbroken despite the turbulence of the past.

Kelly watched Y/N with Penelope and then leaned closer to Max. “I hope today goes smoothly for her. She deserves a break from all of that. She is still hurting y'know baby?”

Max nodded, his eyes thoughtful. “Yeah, she does deserve a good day today. It’s good to see her smile again after we missed out on seeing it for months..”

Y/N lifted Penelope onto her shoulders, the little girl giggling with delight. “Alright, P, let’s go get some apple juice!” she said, feeling the joy of the moment lighten her heart.

As they made their way through the crowd, Y/N’s thoughts drifted. It feels good to be surrounded by friends again. Maybe I can finally put the past behind me. She smiled at Penelope, who was happily pointing out various sights around the Red Bull facility.

Turning a corner, Y/N suddenly collided with someone. Penelope squealed in surprise, and Y/N instinctively reached out to steady herself and the little girl. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked up and met Lando’s equally startled eyes.

Oh no. Not now, not here.

Lando’s surprise quickly shifted to a mix of emotions. Y/N? Of all places, here? And she looks as beautiful as ever, You're joking. His heart pounded in his chest, memories of their recent argument and their past flooding his mind.

Before either could react, Penelope squealed with delight. “Uncle Lando!” she exclaimed, leaning over Y/N’s shoulders to hug him. This caused Y/N and Lando to be pulled closer together, their faces just inches apart, almost as if they were embracing. Lando wanted to wrap his arms around the woman in front of him and never let go. He missed this, the feeling of being loved by Y/N.

“Penelope, careful,” Y/N said, her voice barely above a whisper, her heart racing from the sudden proximity to Lando.

“Hey, P,” Lando managed to say, his voice strained. He gently ruffled Penelope’s hair, trying to focus on the little girl and not the overwhelming presence of Y/N so close to him. Why does this still affect me so much?

Penelope’s excitement was palpable. “Y/N is getting me apple juice! Come with us, Uncle Lando!”

This is not happening. Please, not now. Y/N could feel her pulse quicken, a mix of anxiety and the unresolved feelings she thought she had buried deep.

Lando forced a smile, though he could feel the tension radiating from Y/N. “Sure, P. Let’s get you that apple juice,” he said, trying to keep his tone light. Stay calm, don’t let her see how much this affects you.

They walked together, a somewhat awkward silence settling over them. Y/N could feel the weight of Lando’s presence beside her, each step bringing back memories she had tried so hard to suppress. Just focus on Penelope. Don’t think about him.

When they reached the refreshment table, Penelope squirmed off Y/N’s shoulders and eagerly grabbed a cup of apple juice. “Thank you, Auntie Y/N!” she chirped, then looked up at Lando. “Can we play a game now?”

Y/N forced a smile, her voice strained. “Why don’t you go show Max your juice, P? I’m sure he’d love to see it.”

Penelope nodded enthusiastically and ran off, leaving Y/N and Lando standing awkwardly by the table. The tension between them was palpable, neither knowing what to say.

Lando finally broke the silence. “Y/N… I didn’t expect to see you here.”

What are you even supposed to say in a moment like this?

“Yeah, I didn’t think you’d be here either,” Y/N replied, her voice tinged with an edge she couldn’t quite suppress. Stay calm. Don’t let him get to you.

Lando looked down, his fingers drumming nervously against the table. “How have you been?” he asked, the question loaded with more meaning than he intended.

“Fine,” she said shortly, trying to keep her emotions in check. Don’t show him how much he still affects you.

The silence stretched between them, filled with everything left unsaid. Finally, Y/N took a deep breath. “Lando, about what I said last time…”

Lando shook his head, cutting her off. “It’s fine. You don’t have to explain.” But his eyes betrayed the hurt he still felt. I don’t think I can handle this right now.

Just then, Penelope returned, tugging on Lando’s hand. “Come on, Uncle Lando Auntie Y/N! Let’s go play!”

Lando forced a smile, grateful for the distraction. “Sure thing, P.”

As they walked away, Y/N watched them go, her heart heavy with the weight of unresolved feelings and the painful realization that moving on was going to be much harder than she ever anticipated. Maybe it’s time to face the past, no matter how much it hurts.

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Sharing - Sirius Black x Remus Lupin x Reader

AN - this was supposed to just be a Sirius smut but then my finger slipped and it turned into a threesome. This is filthy so read at your own risk. I’ll list the warnings below and as always, minors dni. (also i literally didn’t proof read this because tbh i couldn’t be arsed so sorry x)

contains: kind toxic!sirius/ fuckboy!sirius. friends with benefits, so much sex, oral and anal lol. dirty talk, degradation, dumbification kinda, choking and just general filth. read at ur own risk <3

Sirius let himself into Y/N’s flat, as he often did. It was a wonder that he didn’t have the spare key given the fact that he came over nearly every night. He walked into the living room confidently, the room instantly filling with the scent of his aftershave. Y/N was lounging on the sofa, curled up in the corner with a book clutched in her hand. She barely looked up when he came in, he only got her attention when he was stood right in front of her.  

He was tall, he towered over Y/N by at least a foot and was broad in the shoulders, his black hair falling in waves just below his chin. His eyes were dark, rimmed with thick dark lashes that stared down at Y/N. Even though she wasn’t his girlfriend, he treated her with a possessive air that bordered on territorial, constantly flirting and placing a possessive hand on her back or hip whenever he could manage in. 

“We meet again.” He finally spoke, his voice like a siren song. Y/N felt her heart rate speed up, her ears burning from the heat rising in her body, “What are you reading? Is it any good?” he asked, cocky smirk playing on his lips as his eyes flitted down her body, settling on the book in her hand.  

“Yeah it is actually,” Y/N finally looked up at him properly and quickly flashed him the cover of her book, “Remus lent it to me.”  

“Oh, he did, did he?” Sirius chuckled, sitting next to her on the sofa and resting on of his hands on her hip. His lips curled up into a mocking smile as he looked down at her, still taller than her even sitting down. Despite his smile, his eyes had a serious glint, “How is Remus, anyways?” 

“He’s fine.” Y/N looked back down at her book, “He’s your best friend, you should know.” 

“You’ve been spending a lot of time with him, haven’t you?” Sirius asked, ignoring her last comment. His hand wandered upward, settling on her side above her hip. There’s a look in his eyes that makes her insides tighten and her whole body stiffens up in response. 

“We’re friends.” 

“Are you sure that’s all that you are?” His eyes travelled down her body, his smirk never leaving his face, “Because I think that there is... something else between you.” He paused, his gaze drifting back up to meet her own. The look in his eyes made her breath hitch. 

“There’s not.” Y/N sighed, used to having been through this before, “I’m not sure why you’d be bothered if there was.” She closed her book and reached over to place it on the coffee table. Sirius’s hand never left her waist the whole time.  

“I’m not bothered at all.” he said smoothly, “I’m just curious.” 

Y/N didn’t say anything, she knew instantly that it was a lie. She’d seen his competitive side many times before and was used to the way that he would get incredibly possessive over her.  

“I think you’re lying, love.” his hand creeped up to cup her cheek, his thumb softly brushing over her skin, “I know you’ve been spending more time with him, and I know that you’re not just going over to swap books like you tell everyone.” he continued, his voice husky. 

“So, what?” Y/N turned to face him properly, “I’m not your girlfriend?” 

“You know that I don’t want to share.”  

“That’s hilarious,” she scoffed, “I know full well that you’re also sleeping with other people.” 

“I can see and sleep with other girls.” he replied, his expression unchanging, “It’s not like we’re exclusive. I just don’t like it when you do it.” 

He pulled her closer to him, his body pressing against hers. His fingers searched for the bottom of her shirt tugging at it slightly to expose some of her midriff and trailed his fingers down her bare skin. He pulled her so she was entangled in his arms, her head leaning against his chest. 

“Did you sleep with Remus?” he pressed. Y/N didn’t reply and Sirius just cocked an eyebrow at her, “I knew you had something going on. I’m not stupid and I don’t miss anything. I always know when you’re trying to hide something from me.” 

“I wasn’t trying to hide it. Just didn’t think you’d appreciate me telling you that I was sleeping with your best mate.”  

“Oh, I already knew.” Sirius smirked, “He told me the other day, I just wanted to hear you admit it.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes at him. He was so infuriating sometimes. He had this air about him that just seemed to get him whatever he wanted. He was like a spoiled child that wasn’t used to not getting his own way or being told no.  

“Was it good?” he asked, his voice low. He reached up and tangled his fingers in her hair. 

The girl just nodded in response, not really knowing how to reply properly. She avoided his eyes, hoping that he wouldn’t notice that he was making her flustered. Sirius’s fingered tightened in her hair, pulling her head back so he could look at her. 

“Tell me about it.” he breathed, bending down towards her, “Did you like how he touched you? How he kissed you?” His voice was dark and hoarse, and she could sense the jealous and possessiveness rolling off of him.” 

“I never thought I’d see the day where Sirius Black gets jealous.” Y/N laughed, trying to take control of the situation. 

“I’m always jealous.” his voice was softer now, “Jealous of the things and the people that you give your attention to. I always want to be the only one that you have eyes for. That’s how it should be. His face was so close now that their noses were almost touching. He drew her close to him, his hands sneaking up her shirt and running down her bare back. He trailed his lips across her cheek and the soft whisper of his breath made her shiver. 

“You’re ridiculous.” 

“And you love it.” he chuckled, “You love my touch, my attention... and I bet you loved Remus touching you as well.” 

“Shut up.” 

“Is this making you a bit uncomfortable?” The grin on his face widened and his eyebrows raised. He leaned closer again, his lips brushing against her ear, “You loved it, didn’t you? You like when Remus touched you... touched you where only I’m allowed.”  

“Tell me... did you like it?” His breath caught for a moment, the note of possessiveness back in his voice, “Did you like his hands on your skin, his lips on yours?” 

“Yes! Fine! Yes, I liked it!” Y/N exclaimed, defeated by his relentless questioning.  

“Do you want it to happen again?” he whispered, “Would you allow it, if he was here right now?” 

“What? Here with you as well?” 

“Perhaps,” he said, smiling again, “I could allow it. Would you like that, love?” His head dipped down and he caught her lips with his own, pulling her lower lip into his mouth with his teeth. 

“Answer me.” he pulled away from her, “Would you like me and Remus?” 

“Y-yeah...” 

Sirius’s eyes flicked for a brief moment and the look of sheer elation on his face was almost comical. He crashed his lips against hers once again, this time the kiss was harsh and messy. His tongue forcing it’s way into her mouth and clashing against hers. 

 “Are you sure you can handle the two of us, darling?” he leaned back and his face twisted into a cocky grin, “That’s a lot to handle, you know.” his hand slid from her side to the back of her neck, bringing her close to him once more. With his other hand, he traced the fabric of her shirt, the tip of his finger just lightly brushing the skin of her stomach. 

“I want to. I’m sure.” 

“Oh, I know you want to.” he grinned, “So when should he come? Should I call him right now?” 

“Y-yeah. Call him now.”  

“You’re quite eager, aren’t you? You want him that bad already?” his eyes flickered down her neck, “Makes me wonder what else you’d be willing to do with a little motivation.”  

Sirius grinned at her, his eyes glittering as he watched her respond. Y/N’s heart was hammering in her chest, her mind whirling from all the possibilities and thoughts racing through it. The dark-haired boy left the room, swiftly shutting the door behind him. Y/N could hear him murmuring as he spoke, presumably on the phone to Remus.  

The door swung open and Sirius strutted back into the room, grin once again plastered on his face. This time, however, he didn’t sit back down on the sofa next to Y/N. Instead, opting to lean against the door frame, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans.  

“He’s on his way.” he announced, “How about we go to your room and get started? I’ll leave the front door unlocked for him, yeah?” 

Y/N nodded and quickly got up, following him into her bedroom. Within seconds, Sirius had her pushed on the bed, sprawled out across the sheets. He climbed on top of her, all but pinning her down beneath him. Hot, messy kisses were pressed against her throat, Sirius’s fingers tangling in her hair. 

Y/N jumped as she felt another presence next to her, the bed dipping down slightly as someone else climbed onto it. Another set of fingers weaved into her hair, pulling her head back from where Sirius was kissing her.  

“Thought you said you were going to wait f’me?” Remus asked, his voice gruff.  

“Couldn’t help myself. You understand, right?” Sirus smirked. Remus grinned back at him. 

“You’re sure about this, yeah?” Remus asked, pulling Y/N up so she was sitting in front of them both. 

“I’m sure.” 

“Good girl.” Remus said, his voice low, “Are you ready for the two of us to ruin you?” 

Remus captured her mouth with his, his hand trailing down her side, her stomach tightening at his touch. His lips were warm and soft, but firm, and he wasn’t gentle as he pushed her back down onto the bed.  

Sirius moved so that he was sat behind Y/N, her fitting perfectly into the space between his legs, her back resting against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her protectively and ducked his head down so he could whisper in her ear.  

“Are you going to let him touch you?” he murmured, his eyes flicking to Remus who was making short work of undoing her trousers and shuffling them down her legs, “You going to let him do whatever her wants? Going to let him ruin you?” 

“I thought you didn’t like to share?” Y/N said, her voice breathless but still somehow managing to tease him. 

“I can make an exception for this,” he shrugged, “And the answer is yes. You’re going to let him do whatever he wants. You’re going to let him touch you anywhere, everywhere. Do you understand?” 

Y/N barely got chance to reply as Sirius’s ring clad fingers wrapped around her throat, applying pressure to the sides. Her eyes fluttered shut, lips parted slightly. A moan slipped out of her mouth as Remus buried his head between her thighs. Y/N’s body arched against Sirius’s as Remus’s tongue darted across her clit. He looked up at her, his chin glistening with her wetness.  

“She’s a good little slut, isn’t she?” Remus said, his hands gently playing over her body. 

“Mhm, the best.” 

Sirius moved so that she was now laying flat on the bed with him kneeling next to her head. He unzipped his trousers, pulling out his member. He pumped it a few times before lifting her head up to meet it. The tip of it bumped against her lips and she quickly opened her mouth to take him inside. Sirius let out a low groan as her lips wrapped around him, her tongue swirling across the head of his dick.  

“Looks so pretty with a cock in her mouth, too.” he said, affectionately stroking her hair as he thrust into her. He laughed when she gagged, one of his thrusts being slightly deeper than she was used to, “What? Too big for you, love?” 

Remus chuckled, shuffling up the bed and kneeling the other side of Y/N. Like Sirius, he also removed his trousers, his cock now bobbing in front of her face. Remus’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip as she switched between him and Sirius, sucking on each of their dicks for a few moments before swapping to the other one. Whoevers dick wasn’t currently in her mouth was being stroke by her spare hand, not wanting to leave one of the unattended. The room was filled with filthy groan and grunts for the two men as they had their way with her. It was only when Sirius got fed up that they decided to switch positions.  

“Can’t wait any longer.” he grunted, “Wanna fuck that arse of yours.” 

Y/N was on all fours, Remus positioned underneath her and Sirius knelt behind her, his cock brushing against the globes of her arse as they got into position. Remus pulled her down to kiss him, his tongue slipping into her mouth. Remus rubbed his cock up and down her folds a few times, coating himself in her wetness before finally plunging inside her. Y/N let out a loud moan as she stretched out around him. He gave her a few moments to adjust before starting to move.  

They had just found their rhythm when Y/N felt Sirius smear lube over her rare entrance. He gently pushed a finger inside of her, stretching her out so that she was ready for him. 

“We’ve done this before, love, yeah? Just like last time.” His voice was much softer now, and he pressed kisses against her shoulders as he slowly started sliding inside of her, “If it hurts too much tell me and I’ll stop, okay?” 

“It’s fine. Feels good.” Y/N managed to get out. 

“You like being filled up by two cocks, don’t you?” Remus smirked, his hands resting on her hips, guiding her to bounce on both of their dicks, “Such an eager little slut.” 

“Filthy girl, aren’t you?” Sirius teased, “One of us just wasn’t enough for you, eh? Had to have us both?” 

Y/N nodded frantically, too lost in the pleasure of it all to form a verbal response. Her teeth dug into Remus’s collarbone as she bit down to stifle the moans that were threatening to tumble from her lips.  

“Don’t hide those pretty noises. We want to hear how dirty you sound, don’t we, Sirius?” 

“Of course. Tell us how much you love being ruined by us.” he grumbled, “Or have we fucked you too dumb to speak?” The two men increased the pace of their thrusts, chuckling as Y/N tried to form coherent sentences to answer them.  

“Feels so good.” Y/N gasped, “L-love being ruined by you both.” 

“Clever girl.” Remus praised her, “But clearly we aren’t fucking you hard enough if you can still talk.”  

Remus and Sirius both looked at each other, seeming to telepathically create some form of plan. Their thrusts became relentless, plunging deep inside her simultaneously, barely giving her chance to breath. Sirius’s hands wandered up to grip her throat again, pulling her back so he could get a better look at her face.  

“I want to be the one that gets to see that pretty face as you cum around us.” His teeth grazed against her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin and causing her to groan. Y/N just nodded frantically in response, her holes clenching around them both. Remus’s hands were still planted on her waist, guiding her up and down on his cock and Sirius slammed into the back on her. Her eyes began to roll back as she climbed the peak, her body growing weak and relying on them to hold her upright.  

“Gonna cum inside of you at the same time, yeah”? Sirius groaned, his thrusts becoming sloppy.  

“Gonna fill up those holes of yours.” Remus continued. 

“Fuck.” Y/N moaned, her eyes squeezing shut as her orgasm came crashing down on her. Her breath quickened and she panted as they both continued to pound into her, chasing their own highs.  

Strangled moans came from both men as they reached their peaks, their thrusts eventually slowing down. Sirius collapsed down on the bed, slipping out of her. The girl laid between them both, all three of them in a panting pile on the bed.  

“Y’know what, I don’t think sharing is so bad after all.” Sirius laughed. 

[mikuni14]

I Hear The Sunspot - Ep 10

I won't lie if I say that series that create dramas out of nothing, creating problems and scenarios that are far removed from the ordinary lives of millions of people around the world, kind of annoy me 🙃 Kohei and Taichi's relationship is getting more and more weird and unnatural, and they had such a good flow in episodes 1-6. Taichi, who didn't allow any bullshit and openly confronted Kohei and everyone he met, is now unable to communicate. Kohei, who had a tendency to blurt out confessions about his feelings, is now unable to communicate. We also had scenes of them being shy, hiding, which were eventually resolved by contacting/meeting/ even visiting home, and we keep going back to the same point over and over again. Although that's not even it: I complained about the repetition, but now they're back to a point where they never even were. Besides, I really have the impression that the series creates artificial drama, the lack of communication has reached astronomical proportions, they either do not talk to each other AT ALL, and when they meet for a second, when they are not with Maya, they barely talk about important stuff, which was not a problem for them before. They cannot talk, they cannot make an appointment and meet with each other alone like adults, they do not use phones, they cannot get rid of Maya for 5 seconds.

I am generally furious with Kohei that he cannot once and properly put Maya down for her words and behavior towards Taichi, if someone spoke shit like that about someone I like - not even my close friend or crush, and someone like that is supposedly Taichi for Kohei - we would have a serious conversation about it: either stay and shut the fuck up, or leave.

I absolutely hate how Maya described Taichi not knowing him at all and how Kohei immediately thought of it when he saw Taichi making a decision about his life, career and future. What the actual FUCK. Am I the only one who sees Taichi's life as being quite lonely and supporting himself and going to college and working and helping Kohei? And how he has to think about himself and his future because he has no supportive parents and no one will do it for him? How can anyone even think of him as doing it all thoughtlessly or on purpose? Or that he "abandons Kohei" because he is a stupid and cruel person who never cared? ☹

What is the point of this BL at all, since there has been no BL for the last 4 episodes, and the main characters are drifting further and further away from each other with each episode. Why don't they struggle with all these adversities, problems TOGETHER. What is the point of all this, since there is no "togetherness" in it! 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

I just... I just love Kohei so much and he seems very lonely to me now. I started shipping him with Chiba-kun ngl, with whom he currently has the most chemistry and scenes lmao

On the one hand, it's not so good that the grandfather isn't more helpful and advising on the young man's important life decisions, on the other hand, the fact that he doesn't make a drama out of these decisions is a big relief for him 😊 Even if Taichi makes a bad decision, he'll have a place to go back to and he'll have the support of his grandfather, who won't make him feel bad about it or say "I told you so". Taichi is still young, he can do whatever he wants, he can go back to college someday, these are no longer the times when people had to make the most important life decisions before the age of 25, which were also irreversible. I think it was a good scene.

But what's worst about all this is that the series got itself tangled up in its own plot, because we don't have a single hint since ep 6 that Taichi is responding to Kohei's feelings, so this whole drama makes no sense. Since they have nothing in common romantically, if they want, they can meet up after work/school (although they haven't managed to do that yet lol) as friends, write to each other (also something they can't do) and live their own lives. Kohei can meet up with Maya since he prefers her company anyway, and Taichi can pursue his career. After all - there is no BL in this BL, so why the drama?

This show has become such a mess. But it would still be a "managable" mess if Kohei and Taichi had more than one scene per episode where something actually happened between them. And we didn't even have the aftermath of the famous "what if I didn't hate it". Like it never happened...

[throneofsmut]

Kinktober Day Twenty-Four : Hunter / Prey Azriel x Female Reader Author's Note: This is heavily Zade Meadows coded 🙂

Rhys was briefing Azriel on his cousin - you - from the Autumn Court.

Your mother and Rhys’ Father were half siblings, Rhys has vague memories of playing with you when you were both children. He hadn’t seen you in centuries though, all he heard were whispers of you being Eris’ personal spymaster. Others that you were just his little play thing.

Part of that was true, you were Eris’s spymaster but you weren’t his play thing. You’re his best friend and he is yours. So when he found out his father was planning a betrothal between his wretched brother and you, he sent you away.

You’d left Autumn and been in Velaris for a couple weeks now, you had gotten word to Rhys that you were back “home” and looking for employment. He knew he could trust you. Just because he hadn’t seen you didn’t mean he hadn’t heard from you throughout the centuries.

Rhys knew about the bargain between Eris and you. Still that didn’t stop you from sending word to him when you felt that certain information was vital to him and to the Night Court. He also knew you were a “good” spymaster and that was putting it lightly and if you wanted employment, employ you, he would. He just needs to know how good you are.

Which is why he was briefing his brother and tasking him with finding out where you are in Velaris.

“When you find her, bring her to the House of Wind. I have a couple of questions for her.”

Azriel stood up and walked out on the balcony, about to take off.

“She’s not gonna make it easy for you, brother.” Rhys added.

Azriel turned his head to the side, “I’m counting on it.”

You made your way through the winding streets of the city of starlight, the darkness of night keeping you hidden from the spies Beron sent after you. The ones that did manage to find you were easy to lose. Some of them put up more of a fight but not much.

For some reason tonight felt different, the shadows felt as if they were alive, watching you. But you couldn’t focus on that because four of Beron’s spies were trailing you. They thought you were oblivious to their presence, but you had clocked them as soon as you left your apartment.

Making your way through the streets and little alleys that you knew like the back your hand, you kept a calm pace, waiting for the right place to strike. Yet your mind kept drifting back to shadows that watched you.

Finally making it to the edge of the city, you made your way towards a dead end. Beron’s spies weren’t far behind. Their footsteps were loud as they bounded down the cobblestone alleyways. Unsheathing the two daggers from behind your back you got into a fighting stance.

“Just come back with us Y/n and no one has to get hurt.” One of them spoke as they stood in front of you. They were trying to appear friendly but you took in the way their bodies were taut, preparing for a fight.”

“Come on, boys. You know that’s not gonna happen.” You voiced, lips curving up into a smirk.

“We don’t want to hurt you.” They replied, hands held up as they stepped closer.

“Don’t worry, you won’t.”

Those were the last words they heard before you unleashed yourself on them. They seemed like good males, only trying to complete their task so they wouldn’t have to deal with Beron’s wrath. So you did them a favor and gave them all a swift death.

You winnowed all four of their bodies to the edge of the Forest House, still using the night sky as cover before making your way back to your apartment.

Making your way into your room, settling into bed, the shadows on the balcony of your room caught your eye. But you were too tired from your eventful night and you drifted asleep.

Azriel Pov:

Seeing her in the flesh was completely different from what Rhys showed me in his memories. She was the most beautiful female I’ve ever seen, her body honed into a lithe toned weapon after centuries of training. And still she looks so soft, with sinful curves.

Finding her was easy. It was almost like she wanted to be found and I realized she did when there were four of Beron’s spies trailing her.

I stuck to the shadows, watching and assessing. I was going to jump in and help her when walked into a dead end but decided to let it play out, unless she needed help.

But, then she cut down four men like it was nothing, like they were nothing.

So when she winnowed their bodies to the Forest House, I followed. Watching as she displayed them for their High Lord to find. Staying a little while longer after she left, cutting down four more new spies that Beron had sent after her.

I’d gladly cut down anyone Beron sends after her, because I’m obsessed. I'm addicted. And I will gladly cross every single line if it means making this female mine. If it means forcing her to be mine.

No matter. She won’t be able to escape me now. I’ve just found myself a little mouse, and I won’t stop until I’ve trapped her.

Then I made sure she made it back to her apartment, waiting for her to fall asleep before reporting to Rhys what happened.

“She cut down four men ?” Rhys and Cassian questioned together, mouths agape.

Without even thinking my lips were curving into a smirk and I felt my face heat. “Yes.”

Rhys and Cassian looked at each other then back at me.

Cassian arched a thick brow, “Do you like her, brother ?”

I didn’t respond but I guess my silence was enough for Cassian because now he was howling with laughter.

“I know why she’s being hunted by Beron.” Rhys spoke hesitantly.

I couldn’t stop the words from leaving my lips. “Why ?”

“She’s betrothed to one of his sons, which one, I don’t know.”

There’s not an ounce of me that gives a fuck, she’s mine.

“Who told you ?” Cassian chimed in, arms crossed.

“Eris. He also told me that tomorrow when she goes out for her morning run in the forest, Beron plans to trap her at any cost. He’s sending his best spies and other spies from the continent. They should be moving into position now as we speak.”

I stood up without another word. Siphons blazing bright.

“Az where are you going ?”

“To the forest.” And with that I was gone using my shadows to winnow into the forest. It took me all of ten minutes to cut down the spies in the forest. My body moving on its own, as a lethal rage took over, at the thought of my little mouse being taken from me.

Reader Pov :

There was that feeling again as you made your way deeper in the forest, for your morning running.

Your senses were telling you there was someone there but you couldn’t see anything. Until you heard him, his voice, promising danger but it turned you on nonetheless.

“Run,” he growls, “if I catch you, I fuck you.”

Your heartbeat quickened at his words and just like that you took off. Running through the trees of the forest laughing wildly. You hear him getting closer but your body betrays you as soon as you scent him, his arousal. You know your scent shifted too because of the half growl, half grunt he lets out.

You turn around facing him, breathless as you take in the sight of him. The most beautiful male you’ve ever seen. A wicked smirk is on your lips as you size him up. You just know it’s big.

You're smaller than him so it makes it easier for you to out run him, circling around him before you take off again. But this time you don’t make it more than a hundred feet before you wrapped up in his arms and he winnows the both of you back to your apartment.

Before you can even ask how he knows where you live, his body is pressing into you as he cages you against the wall of your living room. Lips sucking your neck harshly, his teeth nipping at the soft skin there. Before soothing the skin with his tongue. Then he moves one of his scarred hands down the front of your pants, rubbing tight circles over your swollen clit.

“Oh fuck!” You cry out in pleasure, grinding your ass on his clothed cock, feeling just how big he is and how hard.

Then you’re enveloped in darkness - shadows you realize - then you're being laid face down on the edge of your bed.

“Azriel.” It comes out as a statement, more than a question.

He chuckles darkly, “It’s me, little mouse.”

The cold air hits your exposed cunt, as he pulls down your pants. Then you feel the head of his cock rub through your wet folds. Rubbing against your sensitive clit.

Azriel pushes all the way into you in one thrust, his cock is buried inside of you as you cry out fisting the sheets. “Oh gods.”

He groans as he lets you adjust to his size, grabbing your ass roughly, then slapping it.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good, wrapped around my cock.”

“Please, Az.” You whimper beneath him. Completely at his mercy.

He withdraws. Then slams his hips into you again, his balls slapping against your cunt. You meet each one of his thrust, your ass smacking against his sharp hip bones. Moving one of your hands to circle your clit you cry out in pleasure. “F-fuck!”

You’re already going to cum. The way he’s fucking you like a wild animal in the most delicious way, hitting that sweet spot that has you seeing stars is enough to send you over the edge. And just like that you’re coming.

His pace unfaltering as he continues rutting into you, You’re a shaking, babbling, incoherent mess beneath him as he fucks you through your orgasm. His shadows, moving your hand to circle your clit instead.

Still panting, “Az it’s too much, please.” He lands a harsh smack to your ass before gripping your hips roughly, “Your body was fucking made for me. So you’re gonna be a good girl,” he growls, “and fucking take it.” Suddenly you're coming again, even harder this time, your body feels like it’s on fire.

But you can’t get enough of it, of him.

“Fuck I need-“ Then he’s turning you around, to face him, desperately, “Need to see you.” He panted, resting his forehead on yours. His eyes are piercing yours as he fucks your faster and hard, ramming himself into you. Your nails claw at his back, mindful of his large wings.

And then, you’re falling over the edge again for the third time tonight. You feel Azriel cum right after you, as he bites you where your shoulder meets your neck. The both of you pant softly trying to come down from your highs when he utters, “I’m going to keep you, little mouse. You’re mine.” Possessiveness lacing his tone.

“Only if you’re mine.”

He chuckles darkly. Pupils flaring before wrapping a scarred hand around your neck, placing a possessive kiss on your lips.

Once he pulls back he tells, “By the way, your cousin wants to talk to you.” You laugh, rolling your eyes at his words.

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

[wileys-russo]

may i request a blurb where the night after the game we wake up to see sam sitting out on the balcony just staring into space. and like she hasn’t cried yet because she wanted to be strong for her team and that but we just kiss her fingers and tell her that it’s okay to be upset and so she allows herself to cry in our arms ❤️

crumble II s.kerr

you blinked tiredly and reached out an arm to try and locate your girlfriend, frowning when all you touched were cold and empty sheets. rubbing away the sleep from your eyes you lifted your head slightly, eyes gradually adjusting to the darkness of the hotel room the two of you shared.

the first thing you noticed was the lack of your girlfriend, her side of the bed neatly made and looking like she hadn't even slept in it, yet when you'd drifted off last night it had been with her strong arms looped tightly around your waist and her face tucked away in your neck.

"sam? babe?" you called out groggily, sitting up and squinting at the alarm clock which read that it was nearing 2:47am in the morning. unlike a lot of the other girls who'd been up late celebrating, you and sam had slipped off to bed early after only a couple of drinks.

the rest of the team had partied late into the night, focusing on the wins that were rather than the one loss you knew was really in the forefront of all of your minds. but you'd all cried on the bus, sharing heartfelt speeches and hugs as you'd all collectively mourned what could have been.

all of you, except for sam.

the skipper had kept a stone cold facade during the entire post match debrief, not even letting a single shred of emotion plague her sharp features as she'd focused all of her energy into consoling her team mates.

she'd held you as you cried the entire ride back to the hotel, rubbing your back and whispering how wonderful you were in your ear without a moments hesitation, taking not a single second for herself to really process the loss.

this was nothing new to you. you'd known sam for far longer than the two of you had dated for, having debuted together and been best friends for years before eventually realizing just maybe there was something more there between the two of you.

fast forward and here you are, seeking her out as you trod lightly around the room, noticing the balcony door was wide open and a silhouette could be made out, head slumped in her hands as she sat cross legged on the tiled floor.

you didn't say a word as you joined her, sitting yourself down by her side and if she noticed you were there she didn't show it, her head remaining in her hands as you carefully reached out for her.

with a featherlight touch you gently tugged her hands away, interlocking your fingers with her tanned and tattooed ones, heart breaking as you noticed the obvious tear tracks carved down her cheeks.

"baby." you spoke softly, bringing her hand to your mouth and lovingly kissing the tips of her fingers, watching as the strikers head slowly lifted and her tear filled eyes met with yours.

"come here." you ordered with a whisper, shuffling around and opening your arms as without a moments hesitation the taller girl crumpled into them.

"you don't need to be strong anymore, let it out please." you almost begged and it was like a dam broke, sams shoulders wracking with muffled sobs as her body heaved and she buried her face in your chest, hands clutching desperately at your shirt, balling the material tightly in her fists.

your own arms wound protectively around her, one coming to cradle the back of her head as the other rubbed small circles into the small of her back.

"you did so good sammy. you did the best you could baby. you brought them all together. you united an entire country to get behind us!" you mumbled repeated affirmations into her hair, kissing her head and cradling her fragile form in yours, allowing her to finally humanise and break down the walls she'd spent so long securing.

you held her wordlessly for another forty minutes as her sobs gradually turned into the occasional sniffle, an apology mumbled into your now soaking wet shirt which you were quick to assure her was not needed.

another half hour and it seemed she had cried herself dry, only hiccuping occasionally as you softly encouraged her to her feet, leading the exhausted striker inside and sitting her down on the bed.

you dipped off to change your shirt, slipping on one of sams jerseys and stumbling back to bed in the dark, ducking under the covers as sams body instantly clung onto you.

you held her tightly as once more her nose tucked itself into the crook of your neck, holding you like the wind could blow you away at any moment as you whispered sweet nothings in her ear until eventually you felt her grip on you lessen slightly and the occasional soft snore echo in your ear.

sleep didn't come easy to you, the clock nearing 6am when your eyes finally slammed shut, but for the sleepy captain in your arms there wasn't a single thing you wouldn't do, and for the rest of your life you'd already made a promise that you'd make sure she knew so, every single day.

[sylvia-forest]

[CN] Shaw's 2024 Birthday Event — R&S

⚡ Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a R&S which hasn't released in EN yet!⚡

[Released Date: 17 June 2024]

THIS IS A MUST MUST READ BEFORE YOU PROCEED READING THE DATE!! And it would be better if you know a little about “Journey to the West” esp the main character Sun Wokong aka the Monkey king!

"Kids, we'll see you again tomorrow," as the last bite of birthday cake was finished, the host on TV, dressed in children's clothing, exaggeratedly waved goodbye to Shaw. Accompanied by a lively and pleasant melody, Shaw knew that once a lot of text appeared on the screen, it meant there were no more cartoons to watch today—just tomorrow. 

At the thought of this, Shaw's mouth involuntarily turned downward. Tomorrow, he would be going back home, unsure if he could continue adventuring with his animated friends on the screen.

The images on the screen continued to change. After two or three ads, uncles and aunties in suits started appearing on TV, reading news that didn't interest him. Shaw lowered the volume with the remote control, and then fragments of his grandmother's voice from the study drifted in, overshadowing the boring news broadcast.

"I'm an old bone, no need to worry... He's been doing fine these past few days, but as for you all..."

"Ah, little Ling is still so young, why not let him..."

Upon hearing his own name, Shaw's ears perked up involuntarily, but unfortunately, he couldn't make out the rest of the words. Shaw thought for a moment, then decisively got up from his small stool and tiptoed towards the study.

Grandma was on the phone, speaking in a hushed tone, but Shaw could tell she wasn't happy. Who could she be talking to? Shaw had a faint suspicion in his heart, yet curiosity drove him to eavesdrop on the adults' conversation. Unfortunately, just as he leaned his ear closer to the door, the creaky old wooden floor beneath him betrayed him with a loud groan.

Grandma's gaze instantly turned towards him, meeting his eyes directly.

Shaw's face flushed red with embarrassment, and he turned to run away.

"Why are you running?" Grandma stopped him with a firm voice, covering the receiver of the phone.

"I'm not running," Shaw nervously scratched his nose, turning back. "I... I just felt like having green bean soup and I happened to pass by."

In reality, there was no way Shaw would pass by here on his way to the kitchen, but Grandma didn't expose his little white lie. Instead, she smiled and handed him the receiver. "Alright then. Would little Ling like to listen to the phone call?"

"No!" Shaw blurted out almost instinctively. He wasn't foolish; he knew he wouldn't hear anything good if he took the phone.

Grandma was a bit puzzled but also seemed to understand. She exchanged a few polite words with the other end of the line before hanging up the phone. The elderly woman reached out her hand towards Shaw, who slowly shuffled over. She gently ran her hand over his head, smoothing down his unruly hair from his crown to his stiff neck.

After a long silence, Shaw spoke gloomily, "I... don't want to answer the phone."

"Alright, we won't answer it," Grandma responded gently.

"... And I don't want to go back home."

“Why not?” Grandma asked softly.

"I don't like it there. It's not fun," Shaw replied.

Grandma nodded thoughtfully and asked, "Were you happy celebrating your birthday at Grandma's house?"

"I'm Happy!" Shaw answered without hesitation. "No one bothers me here. I can watch cartoons and eat delicious food. It's great."

"Oh, this child..." Grandma chuckled softly as she gently pinched Shaw's cheek. "If no one bothers you, you'll become a wild child, won't you?"

"Why would I become a wild child? I'm the Monkey King!" Shaw lifted his chin defiantly, countering with confidence. "The Monkey King doesn't need anyone to tell him what to do. He can go wherever he wants and do whatever he likes."

The Monkey King was the coolest character in all cartoons, and Shaw admired him the most. He had so many followers, and no one dared to challenge him. Whatever he wanted to do, he could do it—even if he was thrown into an alchemy furnace, he could turn disaster into blessing and come out with fiery eyes, which was just too awesome.

"Do you want to be the Monkey King?" Grandma asked, somewhat surprised.

"I don't want to be the Monkey King," Shaw corrected seriously. "I am the Monkey King."

"Oh, I see~" Grandma chuckled with a drawn-out tone, but she raised a counterpoint to Shaw. "But wasn't the Monkey King defeated by the Buddha later on? And didn't Tang Sanzang put the golden headband on him during their journey to the West?"

"Those are... uh..." Shaw stumbled, feeling indignant and warming up his argument. "Those are made up by them! Hmph, in my heart, the Monkey King has never lost!"

"Hahaha!" Grandma burst into laughter upon hearing Shaw's words, her eyes widening. 

"I don't disbelieve you, Little Ling..." Grandma tried to suppress a smile, stroking Shaw's head, "But even the Monkey King can lose sometimes, it's really no big deal."

The boy immediately became flustered. "Why don't you believe me!"

"The Monkey King wanting to become stronger, wanting to break free, is a very good thing. But being suppressed for 500 years, wearing the Golden Cuffs, may not be a bad thing either." Grandma's voice was soft, blending with the summer evening's warmth, each word falling into Shaw’s ears. "Only by experiencing these things will he understand what he truly values."

Shaw nodded. While he didn't fully understand, he felt that Grandma's words made sense.

Shaw looked at Grandma. The six-year-old boy vaguely felt that Grandma might be trying to console him about something, but he didn't want to understand. He was furious about losing to the Buddha, frustrated about being suppressed for five hundred years, and annoyed about being forced to wear the golden headband. 

He simply felt that none of this ever happening would be the best outcome—because, fundamentally, why?

Why couldn't he be the Monkey King? Why did he have to be manipulated by adults? Why couldn't he just be free all the time? Even if Mount Five Fingers stood in front of him, so what? I want everything in this world, nothing can obscure my vision.

I want it. Shaw firmly emphasized these three words in his heart.

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🙉 Date (coming soon)

[heyitsspiders]

Bitten Apple ~ AdamsApple Fic - CHAPTER 5

Adam and Lucifer deal with their actions

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a/n: AAAA IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER! i've been getting back into a few games recently so i've been putting time into that and i've just also generally been less motivated to write so i can't be so sure when the next chapter will be out -- so please bare with me! again, so sorry this took forever

Aftermath

Lucifer panted heavily, chest heaving as he slowly came down from his high. He looked down at Adam under him, he was so fucking good like this with Lucifer’s cock inside him…

Wait…

Reality crashed onto Lucifer – he had just fucked Adam, the man who had hurt his daughter, destroyed her hotel and murdered one of his daughter’s friends. Oh good golly gracious he was the worst father ever. How would he tell Charlie this – should he? He looked back down at Adam, who had apparently fallen asleep, and shook his head – think later, remove dick now.

He carefully pulled his sensitive dick from Adam and began cleaning up and putting his clothes back on. Once they were no longer covered in cum, he stood there looking over Adam – what was he going to do? Lucifer didn’t want to just leave him here – he was the Devil, not a monster – nor did he just want to send him off to his own room alone. 

Lucifer face palmed, grumbling. How could he let this happen?  And why did he feel the need to be so nice to him now? Of course it could be just the aftermath of sex and wanting that comfort, plus it just felt wrong to have him wake up alone. 

“Urgghhhh,” Lucifer groaned before he waved his hand, comfy loose clothing appearing on Adam��s bare skin. Within another second they were both snapped into Lucifer’s bedroom.

He shouldn’t be doing this, this was a horrible man that had done so many bad things… But man, Adam had somehow had some good points in their back and forths. He had tricked Eve, even if he hadn’t meant to.

“I don’t care about them leaving me, I’m upset that you left me, dumbass!”

That’s what Adam had said, and definitely had meant it with how quickly he tried to retract that statement. Adam had missed Lucifer? More so, upset Lucifer left? He hadn’t even realized he had left the first man, he had Eve after all once Lilith got with Lucifer. 

Lucifer put a hand on his temple, it was too late and he was too drunk for this right now. He needed to sleep. He picked up Adam easily and set him on the far side of the bed and lazily threw the blanket over him before walking to the other end, put himself in his own pajamas and got cozy. It felt weird to have another person in the bed again but as Lucifer drifted to sleep, he quietly admitted that it was nice to no longer be alone.

Adam woke up the next morning from his bed dipping like someone was crawling out of bed – who the fuck was in the bed with him? He cracked open an eye and looked around. This was not his fucking room. Where was he??? He sat up, dull pain flowing through his body, and looked around.

“Goodmorning,” a voice to his left said, his head swung around only to be met with Lucifer’s dumb face. 

“What- why- what the fuck?” Adam stumbled for the right words, where was he, why were there so many fucking ducks around the room and why was Lucifer getting out of the same bed as Adam? Also, why were Adam’s clothes different?

“Do-” Lucifer started and quickly closed his mouth. He looked around again as if he was looking to see if someone was around before he spoke again, “...do you not remember last night?”

“No?” Adam scrapped his mind for the previous night's events, a hand to his head. 

“Well,” Lucifer tugged at the collar of some weird ass set of clothes that had fucking ducks on them? What was this man’s obsession with ducks? “I made you quite a few drinks and we both got really drunk.”

That sounded familiar, his memory was slowly trickling back to him. Lucifer made him some actually good drinks, they drank a lot, then they talked… He felt like he was missing a big important part that explained why the fuck he had slept with Lucifer. 

The last piece of the puzzle clicked – holy shit he had actually slept with Lucifer. His face grew extremely hot.

“Oh my fucking God, no, that didn’t- I’m not gay!” Adam protested. It was a bad dream, that hadn’t actually happened.

Lucifer sat on the edge of the bed, and cleared his throat, “uhm, yeah. It- it yeah it did happen.” 

At least Lucifer didn’t seem happy about this either – Adam couldn’t tell if that was a good or bad thing, like no he wasn’t queer but come on! He was Adam! Who wouldn’t like sex with the first dick! 

Lucifer avoided eye contact but still had that layer of calm – Adam couldn’t understand how when the man had literally been balls deep in him. Gross, Adam didn’t like that thought – “we can forget this happened.”

Adam nodded quickly, “yes, I agree. This never fucking happened, goodbye.” He swung his legs off the bed and made his way to the door – walking was really hard for some reason that Adam refused to think about for too long – before realizing he had no idea where his room was from here. 

Adam inhaled sharply, pissed. He would fucking figure it out on his own, he didn’t want to talk to Lucifer anymore right now. He pushed open the door and stormed off down some fuckass hallway, seething. Anger pooled inside of him as he recounted the previous night’s events, he was just so pissed off at Lucifer. And he was mad at himself too – why hadn’t he beaten Lucifer to a pulp? Why had he gone along with it? And the fucking noises he had made, Adam cringed just thinking about it. Worst fucking part was Adam had enjoyed it, even now he couldn’t deny how fucking amazing it had felt – but he didn’t dwell on that part for very long. He’d much rather not think about it.

He continued turning down hallways and going down the numerous stairways, shoving a few vases and lamps off their little tables to relieve some anger, until he finally stumbled upon a part of this maze mansion that looked familiar. Now he should just be able to take this left and – finally! His room. He shoved the door open before slamming it behind him, launching himself onto his bed and burying his head in a pillow.

Muffled screams echoed in the quiet room while Adam shouted into the pillow – this was all so fucking stupid. Stupid Lucifer, stupid drinks, all of it! He wasn’t gay, he didn’t like dick, he didn’t like men, he wasn’t a fag, he wasn’t gay– 

Fuck! Why did Lucifer have to fuck him? And why did Adam let it happen? Lucifer had given him an out, he had given Adam the chance to end that interaction… But he didn’t and he had no idea why. And Goddamnit he enjoyed it too! His face burned as he recounted how Lucifer pounded his ass so hard he swore he was in Heaven again. He violently shook his head and sat up, hands itching to destroy something. He was pissed and needed to take out his anger on something to take his mind off of Lucifer.  

Adam shoved himself off the bed and scanned the dirty floor for something he didn’t care about. His eyes caught on book – perfect, he didn’t care too much for reading. He wouldn’t miss it. He bent down and snatched it up into his claws, making quick work of tearing it into two. Pages fluttered down onto the ground as Adam continued ripping it, words becoming unreadable as they became shredded by Adam’s furious claws. Once the book was just a pile of scraps he moved onto another book, then another, and another. He wasn’t sure when he started shaking, maybe he had been the whole time, Adam didn’t know. His throat burned but fuck him if he was going to cry again – he’d done enough of that these past few days for the rest of his life. 

When all the books and other objects he wouldn’t miss were heaps of trash he finally stopped, panting and lightly sweating. His chest was heaving as his sharp eyes scanned the wreckage – this was so fucking stupid. Adam, reduced to a mere bitch for the Devil. 

Adam sat down on his bed, claws clenching the sheets. Was he gay? Did- did he like men? But he liked women! His children and time in Heaven proved that – he couldn’t be gay.. Right? 

It finally clicked – he enjoyed it because Lucifer was small and feminine. He didn’t like men, Lucifer was just woman-like. 

It felt like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders as he let out a sigh of relief. Thank God that issue was solved, though it did leave a lingering question:

Should he continue hooking up with Lucifer?

His immediate answer was no – why the fuck would he want to?... But also, fuck, game is game. Why shouldn’t he take free pleasure? Adam was stuck in this damn circus tent, might as well have a little fun, right? Plus, he didn’t have to worry about his actions making him a faggot – it’s a win-win in Adam’s book. Though a weird feeling lingered in his chest despite the reassurance of his straightness – is this really what he should be doing? Fucking the only person he has contact with because Lucifer looks close enough to a woman? Adam cringed, it sounded way worse when he thought of it like that – it sounded like he was some desperate whore for whatever dick he could find and Adam hated it. 

“Urrgh!” Adam exclaimed as he pressed the palms of his hands to his eyes as he fell backwards on his mattress. Why did this have to be so difficult? Why can’t this just be over like some awful nightmare?

Fuck this.

Fuck Lucifer – not literally.

Fuck everything! 

This is all fucking bullshit that Adam shouldn’t have to be dealing with. He wouldn’t be dealing with this if that bitch ass maid didn’t stab him to death. 

Exhaustion from his totally-not-a-tantrum started to set in, but he really didn’t want to sleep – he literally just woke up. So he just laid there, looking up at the ceiling and he debated back ‘n forth on what to do.

Lucifer paced around his room, fingers passing through every part of his hair as he tried to collect his thoughts. Okay, he fucked Adam, huge problem. Bigger problem, he wanted more.

He stopped in front of his vanity mirror to look at himself. He had changed out of his sleepwear and now was wearing more suitable day clothes — a simple white collared shirt with black pants, Lucifer couldn’t be bothered to try today. 

“This is fine, it’s fine, everything is fine,” he lied to his reflection. Nothing was fine and he knew it.

“Things will return to normal, like it never happened. No one else needs to know.”

His own eyes bore into him as he stared hard at his reflection. He was pathetic. Lucifer sat down on the stool in front of the desk and leaned against his propped up hand, sighing. How was he supposed to look at Adam without thinking of his face contorted in pleasure and bliss? Lucifer’s face grew hot at the memory — Adam begging for more, for Lucifer. 

A sense of pride bubbled up in his chest — the self proclaimed “dickmaster” reduced to a whimpering mess under the very Devil he hated — It was too good. As the events replayed in his head and he laughed softly to himself, shaking his head — things would not go back to normal, and honestly? Lucifer didn’t care. He would enjoy this and he was sure Adam would too if his blissed out face was anything to go by. 

Lucifer chewed on the inside of his cheek, of course, there was the big possibility that Adam wouldn’t want that — which Lucifer could live with. At the very least he got to do it once and if that wasn’t Adam’s style then he can settle for just making him pay via other means. Lucifer chuckled to himself as he recounted how embarrassed Adam had been following his orders — oh yeah, he’d be just fine ordering him around until the first man learns that he isn’t as great as he thinks. 

He stood up, combing his hair slick back with his hands, he’d bring it up to Adam when he next saw him – which he figured wouldn’t be for awhile. He’d give him two days to recover, after that Lucifer is talking to him whether Adam likes it or not – Lucifer can’t be too nice to the bitch. Afterall, Adam deserved every crisis Lucifer was sure he was having.

The next two days went just about as Lucifer expected – he’d wake up, get changed, eat, and maybe even briefly see Adam, who would instantly turn tail when he saw Lucifer. It felt quite lonely and boring if he was being honest. He had grown to enjoy poking fun at Adam and watching him get all pissy but with this grace period he couldn’t do anything. Of course, Lucifer debated not giving him any mercy but he felt like this wasn’t something Lucifer could just bring right back up. Lucifer took to making another duck with his extra freetime – any resemblance to Adam was a total coincidence.

It wasn’t Adam! It was just a rubber duck with little lamb ears and curved horns and little spikes and okay yeah it was basically Adam – but it was merely because Lucifer was curious how he’d look as a rubber duck considering he is such a mashup of different things. You got some sheep, human, demon, bird and man-child. Quite the combination. 

By the end of the second day the basic shape was done – sure, he could just magic it complete but he really enjoyed crafting these small rubber ducks and adding every single little detail by hand. It made it all the more rewarding. It was late into the evening when Lucifer finally set the rubber work in progress down on his workshop desk to be finished at a later date. He stood and stretched with his arms above his head as he yawned. Tomorrow he’d talk to Adam and finally set this whole thing straight – or well, not straight depending on how things went. Lucifer rubbed his eye as he made his way down the halls to his room, eventually passing by Adam’s door and resisting the urge to barge in or at least knock. His hand reached out for the cool metal knob and twisted, the door hinges creaking every so slightly as he pushed the door open and walked into his own room. However, his room wasn’t as empty as he expected it to be, instead, there were a pair of brilliant golden eyes staring at him from his bed, causing Lucifer to jump nearly five feet off the floor – it was incredible Lucifer didn’t scream or blast the intruder’s head off.

He put a hand to chest as his eyes finally made out the figure on his bed – Adam. “Adam, what are you doing in my room?” He snapped.

Adam rolled his eyes, “calm down, bitch.” He folded his arms, “I decided I uh-” he swallowed, “that I didn’t want to forget.”

He blinked several times at him before speaking, “what?”

Adam scowled, ears pinned “I’m not fucking saying it again. You either heard me or you didn’t.”

Lucifer shook his head, waving his hands, “no, no, I heard you – I just, didn’t expect.. This?” 

He huffed, “the fuck does that mean?” 

“I didn’t think you’d want to as well, is all,” Lucifer said, shrugging.

Adam avoided eye contact, face growing a bit red, “so.. are we… gonna..?”

“Right now?”

“Well fucking yeah! Why else would I come into your dumbass room?” Lucifer grimaced – he didn’t like how commanding and entitled Adam was acting. He’d fix this.

He cocked an eyebrow, “and what makes you think that I’ll comply?”

Adam paused at his, mouth agape as if people saying ‘no’ to him or just implying they wouldn’t do what he wanted was new – which, it probably was. Lucifer shook his head, walking closer to the other man, “If you want me to fuck you then you have to ask nicely-” Lucifer hanked Adam’s horns, causing the man’s head to turn upwards, “-pet.” 

It was so much fun watching Adam swallow hard and try to recover from what just happened to him, his dazed and wild eyes, his burning red face, all of it like a treat for Lucifer’s eyes. He released his grip and shifted into sleepwear as he walked around to the other side of the bed.

“If you ask nicely tomorrow and behave then I’ll agree, but for now I’m very tired,” Lucifer stifled a yawn as he got into bed. “So, goodnight lamb.”

Adam just stared at Lucifer – for how long, he wasn’t sure. At some point Lucifer heard him slowly tucking himself in, grumbling to himself like a child that didn’t get the toy they wanted as Lucifer drifted to surprisingly peaceful sleep.  

Adam couldn’t sleep at all, his mind running five million miles a second with ideas and most notably regrets. He should not be fucking doing this, he should not have done this, he should have stayed in his room until Lucifer got bored and threw him out or something. Sure he wouldn’t last out there – much to the damage of his ego – but damnit if it wouldn’t be better than here… Right? 

He rolled over, now facing Lucifer – who was just somehow casually sleeping. For a brief moment he was back in the garden, laying next to Lucifer in the soft grass under the tall apple tree as the dark sky filled with bright stars, the gentle breeze flicking Lucifer’s golden locs back and forth. Everything was peaceful as they laid under the stars, Lucifer’s soft, warm hand in his until Adam blinked and he was back in the mansion, the stars, grass, tree, and peace gone in a flash.

Adam grumbled and rolled onto his back, a ripping sound behind his head shooting through his ears as he did – he fucking tore the pillow with his stupid, huge ass horns. He shoved the palms of his hands into his eyes as he gritted his teeth. Adam was suddenly hyper-aware of his new body – his claws, his ears, horns, fangs, hooves, everything! None of it was right, none of this should be happening… But it was and there was nothing Adam could do about it. He lowered his hands to his side, blankly staring up at the sheet that was draped above the bed.

There was nothing Adam could do.

Well, nothing Adam wanted to do.

He shouldn’t accept this, it wasn’t right and he shouldn’t stand for it!... But what other choice did he have? As much as Adam hoped, no one was fucking coming for him – they either thought he was dead and there was nothing they could do even if they knew he wasn’t. He was a sinner, a demon, nothing more than a piece of filth you eventually scrub off – but as much as he hated everything about Hell, it hadn’t been too bad all things considered. Even Lucifer, surprisingly.

Adam turned his head – much more carefully – and looked over at Lucifer again, still peacefully sleeping. Lucifer had been way less annoying recently and it was frustrating – it was making it harder to hate him when he was feeding and giving Adam a place to live. Maybe that’s why he had given in so easily, Adam wasn’t sure. There were too many conflicting thoughts in his head and he needed sleep that wouldn’t come to him – he was still fucking thinking about what Lucifer said to him. Adam hadn’t been sure what to expect when he told Lucifer that he did, in fact, want to have another round, but being fucking teased was not on the list. 

Before Adam knew it the light of the morning was creeping into the room through the small gap not covered by curtains. He groaned, he wasn’t sure if he had slept but if he did, it didn’t feel like it. His ears perked to the sound of rustling sheets to the side of him where Lucifer had been laying.

Ah, he was awake too. 

Adam could hear the other man sit up and yawn, presumably stretching as he did before sliding out of bed and walking to the connected bathroom. Adam sat up, rubbing his sore eyes. A headache was starting to form as his tiredness was starting to set in. Adam looked around the duck-covered room, it was almost impressive how many there were if it wasn’t a sad display. Adam jolted when the bathroom door opened once more, Lucifer coming out and looking at Adam.

“Good morning Adam, how’d you sleep?” Lucifer yawned.

“Like shit, hardly fucking slept,” Adam huffed.

Lucifer looked over him, “I can tell.” Adam opened his mouth to protest but stopped when Lucifer continued, “get some sleep.”

Adam blinked, “what?”

“Get some rest,” he simply restated. Before Adam could question his sudden tenderness he added, “you’ll need it.”

Adam stared at the other man, face hotter than the fucking sun as Lucifer just smiled at him. Lucifer clapped his hands together, his usual formal clothes appearing on his small frame, “Welp, I’m going to eat breakfast.” And with that, he walked out the room and was gone.

[lxvsxjy]

Love tropes • jjk men

Cw: mentions of death (spoilers), age gap,

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Gojo - friends to lovers

You and Gojo have been friends since the very beginning, it’s been an emotional rollercoaster being friends for so long. The way you’ve both seen each other go through failed relationships and embarrassing moments, that’s how you know you’re not ever going to drift away.

You never thought of gojo in a romantic way, not until you were both joking around and talking about your horrible dating experiences when gojo spoke up “we might as well just date each other at this point.” That was probably the last time you saw gojo as ‘just a friend’ because something about how he said it made you think, even if he said it as a joke.

The first time something happened between the two of you was when you both got into a really deep conversation one night and things just happened really fast. One minute you were talking about how repulsive most of the men you’ve been with are, the next minute your lips are on gojo’s.

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Geto - bodyguard & celebrity

(Possibly gonna make a fic about this)

You’re well known for your beauty and your skills for acting. So it’s not a surprise when you started getting people following you around when your career started taking off, that’s when you were introduced to him.. the sexy bodyguard.

The first time you saw him, you swear you drooled a bit. I mean who wouldn’t. He didn’t talk much but when he did, it was like honey. His voice was sexy yet calm, intimidating yet protective. You get he was your bodyguard so it’s his job to be protective but come on, how could you not feel this way

You don’t even know how you two ended up like this, together with his hands on your hips as your lips connect. It wasn’t like any other kiss, it was magical.

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Nanami - right person,wrong time

You and nanami have been together for as long as you can remember, however your time together was cut short.

The death of nanami hit you hard, you don’t remember the last time you’ve spoken to a real person, you kept thinking about your times with nanami and how much you loved him.

The way he’d hold you when you felt like shit, the way his lips would connect to yours like a puzzle piece. A perfect match. The soft touch you missed, oh how you missed him.

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Choso - love at first sight

All your past relationships were never right, they never worked out. You were beginning to give up on dating all together, that’s until you caught the eyes of the man who would soon become the best boyfriend you’d ever have.

You’re working behind the counter at the local cafe, it was a Monday so it wasn’t that busy. You have the usual regulars, the bell on the door rings to signal the arrival of a customer. This time it wasn’t a familiar face, there was a moment of silence before either of you spoke up, the silence was loud as you shared eye contact with one another, something couldn’t bring yourself to look away

The time went on, weeks, months and every few days he’d come in, same time same days. It was the part of your routine that you loved the most. All these interactions caused you both to talk about your daily lives with each other, he was good at listening and you knew that, he would remember every little detail he’d tell you.

You’d wish your relationship would go further but for now you didn’t want to ruin the friendship between you two. For now this is how will be

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Toji - dilf & babysitter

You were 22 without a job, you decided to try out for babysitting, how hard could it be. Yeah that’s what you thought before you were greeted at the door by a 6’2 man with biceps bigger than your head, surely he’s not the father of the kid you’re babysitting.

The man towering over you introduced himself as Toji fushiguro, the father of the kid, megumi who you were babysitting. The whole time he was talking, you were just thinking about how he doesn’t look a a day over 20, yet alone being 31. It’s was unbelievable.

You found out that Toji was a single parent, and that he has no contact with his ex wife, how did you find this out? Well every time he comes back, he hands you your money and that’s when you’d have a full blown conversation, he was sexy and he knew it. The way he wore those compression shirts made you flip out. You will never pass down an opportunity to babysit for him ever.

[fleetingcalypso]

Greetings, oh beautifully talented Calypso.

Today I come forward to ask you a quite peculiar request for a fic, if you'd be comfortable writing about it.

If you'd like to humor me, I am definitely a sucker for Francis Abernathy, therefore I present to you a prompt for him, that takes place in the timeline after the end of college.

Since I tremendously like the way you portray the characters psychological traits, I believe you could write a masterpiece out of this.

Could you write about a reunion between Francis and the reader, who has received Francis' goodbye letter and rushed to his side, after they went no contact for years.

Maybe they were occasional lovers while in college, but Francis kept the reader as a side piece for when Charles didn't want him? All while the reader had genuine feelings for him and stayed by his side even though they knew it was extremely toxic?

How would this reunion end? Would it be with or without comfort? If it's okay for you to write this, I'll leave this decision up to you. Thank you for listening and have a good day!

≋ Quite heartbreaking, being used as a replacement for an impossible love.

≋ Francis Abernathy x AMAB!Reader ≋

≋ Word Count: 2259 words.

≋ TW: Mentions of sh, mentions of s*icide, depressive themes, mentions of d*ath, probable manipulation and toxic relationship, one-sided love, lavender marriage.

≋ CW: Angst with no happy ending. Hurt/No Comfort. Reader is AMAB, but it can be read as GN!Reader.

“Mon amant,”

These are the first words I receive from the one man I gifted my best moments to. Black ink on white paper laughs in my face and  mocks me, the swirls in his penmanship whirl me into an hallucinogenic land I hadn’t stepped foot in for what felt like ages. The last time I spoke to him was at a funeral in St. Louis, a wretched day, where he promised me, with his gaze fixed on a black casket, that he’d never drift too far from me. After that, I’d only meet him in my dreams, during those nights where I thought my time had come.

Just eight letters perfectly placed, that was all it took for dried flowers to be bathed in holy water and blossom into divine red roses. For years and years I had tried to contact him, but in vain; my efforts in hearing his voice again, feeling his skin, catching a glimpse of his eyes only succeeded in my heart shrivelling up into something unrecognisable, chewed, consumed by worms and larvae. Each letter I sent found its way back to my doorstep, each call was left unanswered, Richard was my only way of knowing Francis was even alive at all.

Casting my feelings aside for just a moment, me and my soul feel no shame in drinking up each and every word on the page, it’s like eating cherries. One word leaves me hungry for the other, a famine coming to an end; after so long with only my memories keeping his memory alive it is difficult to contain my craving for any scrap of him I can get my cursed hands on.

His letter reads like an obituary although written in haste. 

“Mon amant,

I will not bother you with worthless, dishonest chatter of the likes of ‘How are you, my friend? We haven’t talked in a while!’ because this is most likely the first and last time I will speak to you in more time than I want to admit.

Seeing Henry being lowered into the ground, with none of our friends present, cleared a lot of fog into my mind, honestly I think this was a long time coming. Don’t feel sorry for me. You of all people, I wholeheartedly feel, should be somewhat relieved.

As I’m writing this, I realise - or perhaps I knew it all along - that I have been anything but kind to you, in our youth. I do ask, beg even, that you forgive me for my sins.

Forgive me for the kisses we shared, forgive me for those gasps I breathed against your neck, forgive me for having moulded you into the silhouette of what I was looking for in a lover, without ever actually dipping more than my finger in your waters.

Forgive me for all the promises I didn’t even try to keep.

There are many things we did together that I can still remember: when my eyes are closed and I'm tip-toeing on the fine line between sleep and wakefulness, my mind brings me back to whispers in the dark, to my back being pressed against the wall and to your hand in mine.

I won’t reminisce any longer. It leaves an all too saccharine aftertaste in my mouth.

If it matters any, you are the one thing I can’t bring myself to regret.

If after I fall into eternal sleep I happen to run into Henry, I will not hesitate in speaking my mind and asking him why the hell he was so selfish as to leave us all behind and not cause a bloodbath in that hotel room. 

Again, please don’t feel too anguished over this. It was only a matter of time.

Yours, if only for a fleeting moment in time,

Francis”

I read it, again and again, until it is burned into my retinas. I could repeat it out loud like a litany, like a religious chant forwards and backwards, in my sleep even. I most likely did repeat it in my sleep, as while I was on a plane rushing to his side in Logan, I remember being gently stirred awake by a young girl who thought I was trapped in what she called a nightmare. I assured her I was alright, but my words would soon reveal themselves to be false.

It was indeed a night terror that I was going through, only I wasn’t asleep and this was the cruel reality that fate had written in the cards for me. And terror inhabited my heart when my eyes finally met his once again.

Who was this man? Where had my Francis gone? Had I gotten the wrong room? Of course I hadn’t, he was reserved a private one, his personal nurse guided me to it.

We stared at each other and not a single muscle was moved, not until he was the one to break the spell that had enchanted us into cold statues. He sighed and turned away. I felt it like a slap in my face, still I rushed to the chair next to his bed, almost tripping over my own feet.

“Francis.” I breathe, tasting his name on my tongue, invisible maraschino cherries grazing my taste buds turning sour when my vision focuses on the bandages around his wrists. It’s unreal. The first time I can breathe in the air he exhales after an everlasting apnea, and it’s because he attempted to take his own life.

I want to scream. I want to break something. Hell, I’d strike him, if he wasn’t injured. What right does he have to take away what I hold closest to my chest? I could have lived, knowing he was alive, living his best - or worst- life somewhere in a far away meander of the world. I could have lived without his presence next to me. I could have endured it for a million lifetime, not knowing if my gaze would catch a glimpse of his red curls ever again. 

What I could not live with, was knowing he was not on this Earth anymore. That my affection was being dispersed into the wind, melting into the roots of trees with no way of reaching its recipient.

Silence reigned, I had left my house in a hurry, not even bothering to wash my dishes, fold my laundry or clean the coffee that spilled on my kitchen table when I read the name inked on the back of the letter delivered to me. It dawns on me tragically. I was so eager to finally be able to count the freckles on his cheeks again, that not for one second had I prepared what to say in his presence.

Surprisingly -or maybe not- he is the one to speak first, his words send an ice dagger through me, “How are you? We haven’t talked in a while.” He says not looking at me, just like he did during Henry’s funeral. History repeats itself.

These are the first words I receive from the one man I gifted my best moments to, this time at the very least I can hear his voice as he mocks me with what he quotes as worthless, dishonest chatter.

“Francis.” There’s a masked harshness to my tone that grabs him by the jaw and forces him to look my way once again. “You tried to kill yourself.”

“Wow, I left you as sharp as an arrow and I find you as dull as an unsharpened knife.” It sounds more like a tease than an insult, the slight rising of his eyebrow confirms my doubt. 

Why the hell would you do that? I want to say, why the hell would you promise me to stick by my side and then disappear like a phantom? Why in the world would you eradicate your existence from my life? But the words never come, because they’re not the ones I should say right now and with the way his hollowed eyes gaze into mine, it’s obvious he understands my struggle in not blowing up.

“I’ve been selfish,” He admits, trying to sit up straighter, my hands fists the material of my trousers to hold back from helping him, “I did not expect to see you ever again. That day, when we said goodbye to Henry…” For a blink of an eye he’s back in time, standing at my side, three rows behind our friend’s weeping mother, “Some inconsiderate part of me truly wanted to be with you, I was looking at the future and there wasn’t much I could count as permanent. Not even life itself. But you… You were always there for me.”

“I was.” I’m not ashamed to admit it. Those times where Charles wanted nothing to do with Francis, I was, without fail, the one he seeked comfort in. My body did not hesitate when it was pulled in bathroom stalls, in bedrooms or in a secluded corner of the library back at Hampden. Maybe he liked having me as his paramour because of my gentle touch and the way I’d carefully set his glasses to the side before kissing him, maybe being on the receiving hand of love and care made him feel more alive than his hair being pulled and teeth digging into his neck.

“I was scared.” Unlike me, he is ashamed. “I was scared if I kept you in my life, I would forever be reminded of what we did.” 

“What we did?” I echo him and he nods solemnly. It’s when his teeth begin torturing his bottom lip, that I almost let myself be pulled back in the past. I almost feel like Orpheus and Eurydice together as one, one single look behind me and I will be forever lost in what could have been. His tongue peaks out to alleviate the damage his teeth are guilty of and it is done.

Invisible spirits wrap themselves around my limbs and guide my hand on top of his, I restrained myself as much as humanly possible. His letter sits in the chest pocket of my jacket, it weighs heavy, though it is not the reason my body leans towards him.

Mesmerised by the way his curls bounce when his head shakes it takes a while for me to realise he’s slipped his hand away from mine to reach for a cigarette on his nightstand, jealousy possesses me when such a small object fits perfectly between his lips, nonetheless I light it up for him. The nearby ashtray is already a residence to a dead cigarette, though it looks like it was put out as soon as it was lit.

After breathing out a cloud of smoke Francis decides it’s time to throw my world off its axis, “I’m getting married. I have to, or I can kiss my grandfather’s money goodbye.” If jealousy possessed me earlier, for a simple cigarette, now a pit sits in my stomach, my head tilts in confusion because it’s all I can do while my throat goes dry. “To an impossibly stupid girl, of all people.” He adds, and it doesn’t take long until he shoves in my hands a photo of someone I don’t recognize.

“She’s pretty.”

“Richard said the same. You just missed him, he left a moment before you arrived.” For some reason it irks me that Richard was here before me. He’d always been everywhere and nowhere at once yet somehow still in the way. Too often Francis had confessed to me how interesting it would be if he could have a chance with Richard.

The more I stared at the smiling woman in the picture the more daggers piercing me. While he may not ever truly love her like a man loves a woman, perhaps she could give him a good life. Something he clearly did not want with me. I’m quick to brush that thought away, the same way I set the photo back onto the nightstand. “Nonetheless congra-”

“I had found someone else.” He interrupts and at this point maybe it would have been better if I had just stayed at home, if I had forgotten Francis Abernathy existed and if I had tried to wash his taste out of my mouth with soap. Each and every word he says is a bullet aimed to kill, he probably doesn’t even realise or if he does then the years have made him much more cruel than I could have ever imagined. “His name is Kim, he’s a lawyer, he went to Harward, he was good. But no, instead I have to marry a stupid girl, whose presence sucks the fun out of every room she steps foot into.” 

“I’m sorry.” What else is there to say? “I’m really sorry, Francis.”

“I’m sorry too.” 

“I shouldn’t have come.”

“No, no you shouldn’t have.”

I wonder if I could offer him to run away together. I wonder if he’d agree to let me be his saviour. I wonder if he opened up to Richard in one day more than he ever did with me. I wonder if he’s going to notice that I stole one of his cigarettes. I wonder how much time I’ve spent sitting in silence on a bench a couple streets away from Brigham and Women’s Hospital. I wonder how much time has passed since I last smoked a cigarette. I wonder why it doesn’t hurt as much as I imagined when the letter he wrote me burns at my feet. I wonder when the next flight back home is.

[wzrd-wheezes]

Hey!!! Can I request an arranged engagement with James because they grew up in wealthy families and they're close friends but as she gets to know the boys better Sirius falls in love with her? Mutual pining with obstacles with be the death of me.

The Engagement Arrangement: Part 1 - James Potter x Reader. Sirius Black x Reader.

AN - I really loved this request so this has been turned into a multipart fic that I'll try and update as regularly as I can. Please give it a reblog and let me know if you want me to do a part 2. Thank you for sending in this lovely request!

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The engine of the car hummed quietly causing the window to vibrate as Y/N rested her head against the glass. She fiddled with the hem of her dress as she gazed out of the window, the trees a blur of red and orange as they whizzed past. 

“Will you stop fiddling with your dress!” Y/N’s mother snapped, whipping her head around to glare at her daughter, “I won’t have you at the Potter’s house with your dress all creased, what will they think of us!?” 

Y/N only murmured in response, barely paying attention to her mother’s nagging as she smoothed her dress out. The car pulled to a stop on the gravel driveway outside of the Potter’s manor. The autumn sunlight beat down on the vast lawns and bounced off of the ornate windows, casting patterns on the driveway. She sighed as she got out of the car, mentally preparing herself for the afternoon at the Potter’s.  

Coming to the Potter’s house for lunch wasn’t a frequent occurrence, yet every time their car pulled up outside, Y/N filled with dread. The lunches were alarmingly boring with her parents talking tirelessly with Mr and Mrs Potter. The Potter’s had a son, who Y/N was yet to meet as he attended a boarding school. Y/N’s mother had explained to her that James had been sent to boarding school as he was rather unruly, and they were trying to get him to settle down. However, now that he, like Y/N was 18, had finished school and returned home. 

Mrs Potter greeted them graciously at the front door, giving her parents a hug and Y/N a squeeze on the shoulder. She led them into the sitting room and began to bustle around making tea. Y/N perched on the edge of the sofa, trying to avoid crumpling her dress and infuriating her mother again. Just as she had done in the car, Y/N stared out of the window, her eyes drifting over the garden that seemed to sprawl for miles. Leaves floated down from the trees, landing in a pile on the floor before being dispersed by the soft breeze.  

“Nice of you to finally join us, Son.” Mr Potter spoke, easy smile resting on his face. Y/N was pulled out of her daydream, her eyes darting towards the door where a young man was standing, leaning lazily against the door frame. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his slacks, the top button of his shirt undone and his dark curls falling messily into his eyes. 

“Mr and Mrs L/N.” he nodded, “Nice to see you both again.” 

“Ah, James.” Y/N’s father exclaimed, “It’s been a while! You must have grown a good few feet taller since we last saw you.” 

“My career as a dwarf never really took off so I decided to just let it go.” James joked, earning himself a disapproving look from both of his parents. 

“James,” Y/N’s mother swiftly interjected, “You haven’t met our daughter, Y/N. She’s just finished school as well. I’m sure you’ll both get along well.” 

“Nice to meet you,” James grinned, stepping into the room and shaking Y/N’s hand. Y/N just smiled back at him, unsure of what to say. Her mother harshly nudged her leg, urging her to reply. 

“Yeah. You as well.” 

James plonked himself in the armchair in front of the window that Y/N was previously looking out of. She frowned slightly, annoyed that he was obstructing not only the view but also the distraction from the torturously boring conversation that their parents were having. The two teenagers sat silently, every so often glancing up at each other. One time, James rolled his eyes and mimed putting a gun to his head, Y/N had to try her best to stifle a laugh. Clearly, she didn’t try hard enough as she was shot another one of her mother’s infamous disapproving looks. 

“James, dear, why don’t you go and show Y/N around the gardens while we talk? We have some important business to discuss, and it will be terribly boring for you both.” James’ mother suggested. Y/N let out a sigh of relief and eagerly stood up, grabbing her jacket from the coat stand. 

For the first few moments, they didn’t speak a word to each other, just silently making their way through the hall towards the large front door, buttoning up their coats as they walked. It was only when they were out of earshot that James finally spoke. 

“I didn’t think it was possible to die of boredom, but I genuinely think I was close.” He said dramatically.  

“We were only sat in there for half an hour.” Y/N said, raising an eyebrow at him.  

“Yet it felt like an eternity.” 

James pushed open the front door and they were greeted by the crisp autumn air. Their breaths clouded in the chill, damp air and they both wrapped their coats a little tighter around themselves.  

“What d’you reckon they’re talking about?” Y/N asked, “What’s so important that we can’t be there to hear them discuss it?” James shrugged, staring up at the cloudless sky. 

“Who knows? Probably just boring adult stuff. I tend to just tune it out whenever they start speaking.” Despite his nonchalant response, there was a hint of wistfulness in his expression. It was almost as if the thought of having a genuine adult conversation with his parents seemed utterly foreign and unappealing to him. 

“They’re probably just sat moaning about us.” Y/N laughed, “That’s what adults do when they get together, isn’t it? Moan about their children?” 

“Nah, not my mum and dad. They genuinely think the sun shines out of my arse.” James chuckled. 

“Didn’t they ship you off to boarding school because you were too ‘unruly’” Y/N said, making air quotes with her fingers. James’ cheeks flushed at her comment and he let out an awkward chuckle. 

“Yeah, that was a bit of an exaggeration on mum and dad’s behalf. They made it sound like I was some feral child. In reality, I was just a normal kid who liked to have fun.” 

Y/N felt a bit guilty for poking fun at him about the boarding school ordeal. It seemed to be a bit of a sore spot for him, despite how flippantly he brushed it off. 

“They didn’t have to be so dramatic,” James continued, “But it’s all in the past now. I’m back home and everything’s fine/” He shrugged, the smile returning to his face. Y/N wasn’t quite so sure how accurate that statement one. 

They chatted as they walked through the gardens, comparing their school experiences, talking about their upbringings and their parents. Y/N felt sad that James had been away for the majority of their childhood, it would have made the many dinners with their parents a lot less painful if she had had someone her own age there to speak to.  

The more time that Y/N spent in James’s company, the more she realised just how much they had in common. They had similar senses of humour, enjoyed engaging in sarcastic banter and had a mutual disdain for the social niceties that dominated their families’ get-together. For his part, James enjoyed speaking with Y/N as well. Unlike with the adults in his life, he didn’t have to keep up an exhausting façade. He could be frank with her and didn’t have to worry about offending her with his snarky wit. 

The conversation turned back to the topic of their schooling. Y/N described her school life and her friends, while James told stories of pranking students and teacher alike, and generally being a nuisance. James had a twinkle in his eye as he recounted some of his more mischievous antics. It was clear that he had no regrets and was, in fact, quite proud of all the trouble he had gotten into over the years.  

“I’m pretty sure I was on my last chance before they got rid of me,” he admitted as they walked back to the house, “In our final year, my friends and I were planning to pull a big stunt during exam week, it would have definitely gotten us kicked out. Only, my friend Peter ended up talking us out of it in the end. Probably for the best.” As he finished speaking a hint of regret crossed his face. 

When they finally returned to the house, having been gone a good hour or so, they found their parents still sat in the same spot they were in before they had left. It looked as though time had stood still while they were outside. 

“Ah, there you two are! We were just about to send someone out to find you! We really need to talk to you both, if you wouldn’t mind sitting down for a moment.” Mrs Potter smiled. James sighed inwardly and shot Y/N an apologetic look. Just when he had been enjoying himself, their parents’ demands had sent him back to reality.  

“We’ve been discussing the future,” Y/N’s father began, “And now you have both finished school we believe it’s time to start making preparations for the future.”  

Y/N and James both leaned forward in their chairs, intrigued by what their parents had to say. James let out a nervous chuckle, not sure what Y/N’s father meant by that.  

“Preparations for the future?” he repeated, turning to look at his own father, “What do you mean? Like, getting involved in the family business or something?” 

“Not particularly.” James’s father said. 

“You’re both intelligent, young individuals with bright futures ahead of you. The pair of you both come from good families, and we think it’s time that the two of you started settling down.” Y/N’s mother explained. 

Both Y/N and James sat there in stunned silence, their minds racing to try and figure out exactly what their parents were talking about.  

“You’re not saying what I think you’re saying, are you?” James asked, not wanting to believe it, “You’re seriously suggesting that at the ripe old age of 18, we get married to each other?” The words were out of his mouth before he had even fully formed the thought. 

“That’s ridiculous!” Y/N exclaimed, “You can’t just arrange our romance like we’re some sort of commodity. That’s absurd!” The notion of being forced into a relationship with James with utterly foreign to her, especially since they had only met mere hours ago. Mrs Potter looked at them both with a stern expression. 

“This isn’t something that we’ve considered lightly.” she said, in a tone that left no room for argument, “We believe that the two of you will make a wonderful couple, and with time may even grow to love each other.” 

“There is much more than that to our proposal,” James’s father said solemnly, “It’s not just about romance. In this particular case, settling down is more about stability.” 

James and Y/N just stared at each other, feeling the full weight of their parents’ decision bearing down on their shoulders.  

“But what about what we want?” James snapped, gesturing to the two of them. 

“At the end of the day, this isn’t about what you want.” Mr Potter shook his head, “This is about your families and their futures, not just your own selfish desires.” 

The statement hit both of them hard, and for a moment, the two teenagers were completely stunned. Their own family was more important than their own happiness, their own dreams. The harsh reality of their situation slowly began to sink in, and the weight of the responsibility felt nearly too heavy for them to bear. 

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I love your Hippie Remus x Scientist Sirius stories so much! I'm just so curious how they met. I feel like it either has to be the most random place ever - like a Costco or they met through mutual friends at a party. We all know how good they are for each other, but how did they meet, and who asked who on a date?!

HELLO this ask was sent ages ago but I got so genuinely fixated on the idea and wanted to make it perfect because holy fuck yes

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Remus had a plan for Dorcas and their girlfriend Marlene’s Halloween party. Namely, stick with Lily.

It lasted a good 5 minutes, until Lily spotted people she knew and somehow managed to disappear, because of course she did.

Remus wasn’t bad at talking to new people, pretty social on a good day; he was just high and bored, honestly, mostly just wanting to stand in the corner and observe. For the most part, everyone was pretty much the same, drinking and talking, a fair few people dancing. Remus stood and watched as people drifted over to the drinks table, almost everyone winding up with a drink in their hand.

Almost.

All apart from one guy who seemed wrapped up in his own world. He had his phone in his hand, and seemed to get progressively more irritated as he typed, until he finally tapped it aggressively and held it to his ear. Remus almost felt compelled to look around everyone, watching as the guy argued into the phone, running a stressed hand through his long black hair as he spoke, before crossing the room.

He was quite clearly headed directly for the corner Remus was stood in, probably looking for somewhere discreet to ‘talk’, and something in Remus knew they should move out of the way, but they didn’t want to. Whether it was him being much too nosy or not, he was pretty sure he was staying, as the guy almost walked directly into Remus, finally coming in earshot of them.

“Of all days to ‘work up the courage’ to tell me, fucking halloween? Never, in my entire bloody career, have I so desperately wanted to murder somebody! Christ!” He paused, eyes sliding shut as he took a deep, seething breath. He seemed ready to say something slightly quieter, when his face shifted. Oh, the other line had really pissed him off. “No, it’s not nothing! It’s just half of my motherfucking findings! Right, you have to go into the lab. Now. Oh, I’m sorry, is that inconvenient for you? Here’s the thing, I don’t give one! I don’t care that it’s Halloween for you too! You’re the one who fucked everything up! If it’s not either fixed or perfectly recreated by Monday, you bet your arse you’re not welcome back in my bloody lab. Now I’m going to try and salvage the scraps of tonight, so get working!” He pulled the phone from his ear and hung up quickly, before leaning with his back against the wall and scrubbing his hands over his face with a sigh. Remus knew they shouldn’t speak, it would seem really weird, he shouldn’t-

“That didn’t sound good.”

Fuck.

He watched as the guy jumped a mile, finally noticing Remus. The moment Remus got to look at him, really look at him, Remus felt something in him shift.

He was drop dead gorgeous.

Now, Remus had gotten past the self-loathing part of their life, actually found himself liking his own face when he looked in the mirror, but this guy? Everything paled in comparison to him. If his black hair tumbling down to his shoulders and framing his face wasn’t enough, he had strong, warm silver eyes, an insanely defined jaw and full lips.

Lips that Remus really needed to stop staring at.

He had really come to the conclusion that he wasn’t one for instant attraction, and this guy had just swanned in and proved him wrong. It was like the universe was laughing in their face. They weren’t delusional, it had been a good while since he had found someone that attractive. Still, he was reasonably good at staying composed. It wasn’t like anybody could tell they were high, so clearly they were a pretty good actor.

“Yeah, no, it wasn’t good at all.” The guy answered, offering Remus a small smile. “I just found out one of my newest hires accidentally grabbed a sample I’ve been working on for ages, thinking it was theirs, and now I’ve lost months of work.” He finished with a groan, turning away and letting his head hit the wall with a dull thud.

“Just blame Mercury.” Remus answered simply. When the guy looked at him blankly, Remus elaborated. “Mercury’s in retrograde?”

“I… have no clue what that means.” He answered, and Remus never thought he’d be endeared by someone not knowing astrology. They smiled, wanting more and more to know everything about him.

“Mercury’s backward motion really fucks with life.”

“Right, right.” Remus glanced at him, finally taking in his outfit. He was wearing black leather trousers and a tight black shirt. Remus frowned, confused.

“What are you supposed to be dressed as?” He asked. The guy turned to him.

“A dog?” He tried. “I had ears, but Marlene stole them.”

“Ah, I had a feeling you were Marlene’s friend. I went to school with Dorcas, so I figured I’d have met you before if you were Dorcas’.” Remus observed calmly, the guy watching them carefully.

“What’s your name?” He asked, and Remus almost thanked every god on the spot for how straight to the point the dog man was.

“Remus. Remus Lupin. Yours?”

“Sirius Black.”

“Well, Sirius Black, I want to see your costume with the ears.” He answered.

“Yeah, yeah sure!” Sirius answered brightly. “Marlene’s gone awol, so I can send you a picture? What’s your number?”

Oh.

Smooth.

He was a smooth motherfucker, and Remus was pretty sure Sirius was going to be sticking around.

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Smutty timeskip BoJere angst. I was SO sure that this concept was eventually gonna become a fully written 5k oneshot but here we are.

It might have been titled I asked you for a little love, you offered me a lethal dose

Jere was about to cum. His vision blurred with the salty sting of sweat in his eyes. All of his senses were distorted with the urgency of his pleasure, he could hardly hear anything over the throbbing of his pulse in his ears and the howling of his own breath. 

What had Bojan said? No, it couldn’t have been. His senses were distorted, his mind was clouded. He was cumming. 

Teetering on the edge of a cliff, Jere fell, just as he had fallen every year, over and over. 

***

The first time was no one's fault. It happened in 2023, in Liverpool. They barely knew each other, they had really only just met, and yet the intensity felt so real. At first, they had had the competition to focus on. But all good things must come to an end, but Jere had been left grieving, tear-stained. The weight of the world fell from his shoulders. He had lost everything, it was over.

It was over.

Until it wasn’t.

There had been so much drink, in celebration and commiseration. So much drink, that was all. It was an accident. The skin and heat and lustful moans were a mistake, the bruises and bite marks were mistakes, the words were a mistake.

Bojan had missed his flight. 

***

The second time was nostalgic. 2024, Malmö. They were supposed to be performing in the half-time show, but with only ten minutes before Jere’s cue, he was still getting fucked in the dressing room. The sound of Loreen’s performance blasted through the venue. 

Youve got my heart in your hand

Don't lose it, my friend

It's all that I've got

But it couldn’t last. It was just for old time’s sake. 

***

The third time… Jere didn’t like to think about the third time. They had drifted apart, they weren’t even friends. Bojan had been with his other half for eight months by the time the competition rolled around again. 

“How could you let me do that?"

If they weren’t friends any more, then what were they? 

***

2026 and Jere wasn’t planning to attend. He watched, of course, from home in Vantaa. He had presumed whatever they had had was over.

Until the following week, when someone unexpected showed up in Finland, asking why he hasn't been there.

***

Jere was about to cum. 

Had he heard Bojan correctly? His head knew the truth, though everything inside him tried to deny it, to forget about it, to excuse it. They never spoke about it, Jere couldn’t bear to bring it up in the light of day.

But here was Bojan’s voice against him, again, just like every other time. He never meant it, did he? He didn’t mean it when they first met, he didn’t mean it in Sweden, he didn’t mean it when he was with someone else, he didn’t mean it now. Did he?

I love you.

Jere fell, just as he had fallen every year, over and over.

[yerrenica]

Pairing: Jaha Lee x Reader WC: 6.2k Tags: Eventual smut, semi-public smut. Prompt: Modern (Band) AU

"Fucking hell, you're messing up the tempo."

Jaha looked up from where he was hunched over one of his guitars, locking eyes with [Y/N]. "I'm not."

"You are." She frowned, plucking at the strings of her own. Pushing herself up with one hand, she readjusted her position on the floor so her back propped against the drum set behind her. "You're going too fast."

"I'm not." Jaha repeated, eyes shifting to the guitar in his hands. He settled his gaze upon one of the googly-eyed stickers on it. It was a sticker [Y/N] got him a few weeks ago—a googly-eyed rabbit. He's grown unusually fond of it, albeit at the moment it was the most irritating thing to look at.

"You're forgetting who's the teacher here."

"And you're forgetting who's in a band, and who isn't."

[Y/N] huffed. Jaha was the one in a band, and she was a mere fan... well, a childhood friend—turned guitar instructor—turned fan. [Y/N] rolled her eyes. "And who got you into this band, hm?"

"Shut it."

"You shut it." She muttered, grabbing a drumstick from the floor before chucking it across the room at Jaha, who quickly ducked with a mocking laugh.

"Dokgo will kill you if you lose his sticks, you dumbass."

"Good." Huffing, [Y/N] put both hands back on her guitar, positioning her fingers on the frets. "I'd rather die than have to keep helping you practise." She played a few chords experimentally as she spoke before looking back up at Jaha.

Jaha rolled his eyes. "If you stopped being such a prissy bitch we would've already been done with today."

"I'm not a... prissy bitch."

Jaha hummed, shifting his fingers on the strings. [Y/N]'s eyes followed the movement and the way Jaha's expression quickly turned into a smirk. "That's what a prissy bitch would say."

"Bastard." She scowled. "Bitch is an offensive word, anyway."

"Yeah, offensive to you."

"Oh my–" [Y/N] cut herself off with a sigh. "Can we just finish? I'm tired." She mumbled as her fingers flew over her guitar in a blur, quickly playing a sped-up version of the riff they were practising. Jaha glared at the woman.

"Fucking show off."

She laughed triumphantly. "You're just mad you're not as good as me."

"Quit kissing your own ass." Jaha enunciated, his eyes drifting back to his guitar. The sticker pissed him off even more right now. "And let's start from the beginning."

The woman nodded, keeping up her jubilant smirk. Experimentally playing the first few chords, Jaha set the pace. After a few beats, he began to quietly hum the lyrics, his voice getting louder at the chorus as [Y/N] watched him intently before starting the riff.

It was their best run-through yet—[Y/N]'s hand started to cramp as she changed chords too many times too quickly, but she pushed through, wincing slightly. This was one of the few reasons she wasn't in any band and instead kept her hobby strictly a hobby—her hands weren't suited for professional playing, even though she had the desire and the passion.

[Y/N] stopped her part (which wasn't hers as she wasn't in the band) as Jaha played his guitar solo, and [Y/N]'s gaze locked onto the way his fingers moved so fast against the frets and plucked the strings, playing the riff perfectly. He was good—he was great, and [Y/N] knew that even though she'd never admit it. Deep down, she envied him. The fact that he, who only started playing because she asked him to was in a band, but she wasn't. It gnawed at her heart most nights. Her hand trembled slightly as she cleared her throat quietly and snapped back out of her trance, helping him finish off the song.

They played the last part, and Jaha furrowed his brows in concentration as he finished. Sitting in silence, they looked at each other.

"That was good." [Y/N] said, taking her hands off the guitar. As she did, the cramp flared up again, and she clutched at her wrist with a grimace. "Shit—"

"You okay?" Jaha's voice sounded uncharacteristically soft at that moment. Looking over, she saw Jaha's concerned gaze, which made her heart race for a split moment. "Fucking hand cramp."

"Again?" Jaha grimaced. The woman nodded, biting her lower lip in discomfort, and Jaha quickly placed his guitar down before crawling over.

"Give it." He took her hand in his own larger one, gently spreading [Y/N]'s fingers as she hissed in pain. Massaging out the muscle, he pressed hard at her palm.

"Motherfu—..." [Y/N] bit down on her lower lip even harder as the pain shot through her wrist, before slowly subsiding. She was unusually pain intolerant when it came to hand cramps. She gasped, fingers twitching as relief flooded through her hand. "Dammit..."

Keeping his eyes on the woman's hand, Jaha parted his lips to speak. "Better?" [Y/N] gave a nod and a hum. Jaha's touch lingered on her hand for a moment longer, before his eyes travelled up to meet the woman's face. He was too close.

"You—" His expression hardened again before he sighed. "Quit doing that." He moved his thumb to brush over her lower lip. "You're going to split your lip open and bleed out."

Her breath almost hitched as she felt his touch on her lip, though she quickly composed herself, moving her head back, away from his hand. "That doesn't even make sense."

"Knowing you, you'd be the first to set a record for the dumbest way to bleed out." He hesitantly moved his hand away, almost as though he didn't wish to before backing away completely.

[Y/N] scowled before sighing. "Anyway, how do you not get cramps?" She shook her hand off as she asked. "You play harder stuff most of the time."

Jaha shrugged. "Dunno. Guess I'm just good with my fingers."

[Y/N] stared at him, her gaze travelling down to his long fingers. She felt a warmth pool in her stomach. "Yeah." She muttered quietly before shifting her eyes back down to her hand.

There was a momentary silence between the two as Jaha began placing his stuff back in its place. As he did so, he glanced over at [Y/N], who was still sitting on the floor, gazing down at her hand. He felt his heart ache for a split second as he observed her expression. Her eyebrows were drawn together in a stubborn furrow, creating a distinct line across her forehead. Her eyes, detached and muted, fixated on the skin she was picking at around her thumb.

He knew no words could comfort her, but the least he could do was reach out. "Any plans after this?"

She looked up to find him standing in front of her, his eyes scrutinizing her. "Oh, no." She quickly stood up, handing him her guitar so he could put it back into its rightful place.

"Let's go to the mall then."

She blinked a few times, drawing out the silence between them. "Why? Need something?"

Jaha cleared his throat, trying his hardest to keep eye contact. "Sunglasses." He said bluntly, albeit it was a lie. If he had told her that she seemed upset, and that's why he invited her out, she would've refused to go, but lying for such a reason didn't make him feel any less awkward.

"Sooo... you need my genius fashion advice?" She grinned, placing one hand on her hip.

"Alright. Forget it." He walked past her, going towards the door. The woman giggled as she followed him.

"Learn to take a joke, Jaha."

"Learn to stop being one."

The woman let out a dramatic gasp, jogging up to Jaha who was, for some reason, walking way too fast at the moment. She clutched her shirt where her heart was in a theatrical way. "Woah, low blow, low blow, low blow."

"You talk too much." He murmured as he picked up his skateboard.

"But you love listening to me talk." The woman spoke in a way that told Jaha that she was teasing, but he couldn't deny that statement either way. He simply huffed as he walked out of the studio with his skateboard in tow under his armpit.

"I thought we were heading to the mall?"

Jaha glanced at her before placing the skateboard down and positioning one foot on top of it. "We are."

"So what's with the board?"

"You can walk while I skate." He smirked before pushing himself forward and skating off further ahead.

The woman's mouth went slightly agape as she watched him. "You fucker..." She murmured. She was about to jog up to him once more but decided against it. After a few moments, Jaha made a U-turn and skated back up to [Y/N], stopping in front of her with a smirk.

"Hey." He gazed down at her shorter form. "Wanna try?"

"Skating?"

Jaha nodded. "Yeah."

"I can't." She hesitated, gazing down at the board on the ground. "I'll fall."

"I'll catch you." Jaha spoke as he moved his foot off the board, and moved to stand closer to [Y/N], placing his hand on her forearm.

She paused, contemplating it briefly before nodding, without actually having done any contemplating. "If I break something, it's your fault."

Giving her a grin, Jaha slightly tightened his grip around her forearm, dragging her further ahead so she was closer to the board.

"Step on." he said, gesturing to it. [Y/N] hesitantly did, wobbling a bit. She grabbed onto Jaha's shoulder, holding it firmly as the other touched her elbow to steady her. "Okay, good."

"Now... what?"

Jaha touched one of her legs, hands brushing against her bare skin. [Y/N] suppressed a shudder as she moved it into the right position. "You're gonna wanna use that leg to push yourself along, and then place it back onto the board in that position."

"I'll fall." She repeated, fingers digging into Jaha's shoulders harder. 

"Don't be a pussy, and you won't fall." His words were terse, but his touch was gentle as he held [Y/N]'s hand. Nonetheless, [Y/N] glared at him. Jaha gave her hand a squeeze, giving her a strangely reassuring smile which made the woman look away. "Go on."

She sighed, following the man's instructions. Jaha walked along with her as she skated slowly, tightening her grip on his hand every time she wobbled.

He watched fondly as he spoke with a smile. "You're getting it." [Y/N] looked over, and as she did she lost balance slightly. Jaha reached out before she could fall, placing a strong hand on her waist to stop her. "Keep going."

The woman pushed on, finding it difficult to concentrate. The fingers on her waist briefly tightened each time she was poised to fall, and she squeezed her eyes shut at the feeling. She hated this. The way the softness of his touch on her hand and waist made her feel. The way he was so extremely close to her. The way he smelled like a man. The way he sounded so husky right next to her ear. Everywhere she could feel his presence was on fire. Her whole body was burning up. She absolutely detested this. Screw whoever thought that putting her in this situation would be a great idea.

"Doing so well." Jaha breathed. His face was ridiculously close to [Y/N]'s, and she felt hot air hit her neck as he spoke. She pushed along again, and Jaha continued. "Yeah, just like that."

"Stop dirty talking into my ear." The woman hissed, shoving him away with her arm. The force of it pushed her back, and the board slipped from under her as Jaha let go. She fell to the hard ground, elbows scraping on the slightly rough surface. "Ow—"

Sitting up, she twisted her elbow around to see a slight graze.

"Shit, you good?" Jaha came up to her, kneeling down to take hold of her arm. 

"My ass hurts more, dickface."

"You're the one who pushed me." Jaha retorted, staring at her incredulously. 

"Because you were, fucking, all like, 'Oh yeah... just like that', and—" Jaha slapped a hand over her mouth to stop the lewd string of moans after noticing a few people giving them looks. Usually, he wouldn't give a shit if someone was staring, but for some reason, he didn't want anyone to hear [Y/N] like that, not even when the noises she was making weren't genuine.

"Okay, I get it." He said, forcing down a laugh. "I didn't sound like that, though."

[Y/N] pushed his hand away. "Yeah, you were worse."

Jaha stood up, kicking up his board before catching it with his hand. Pulling the woman to her feet, he smiled. "How's your arm?"

"Just a scratch." The woman frowned, rubbing at it. As she did, she noticed how hard Jaha was trying to control his smile, almost as though he was stifling laughs. Then the realization hit her.

"You— You did that on purpose!"

At long last, Jaha let out a series of laughs. "Sorry, I—" He breathed in after a few more chuckles. "I couldn't help myself."

"Oh my God, you are a little shit." She kicked his shin lightly, making Jaha giggle even more. A faint blush tainted her cheeks (be it from embarrassment or how Jaha's smile reached his eyes). She huffed softly, beginning to walk away.

Soon enough, they reached the mall, entering it with soft sighs as the cold air hit them, contrasting the scorching heat outside. [Y/N] hummed. "You said you need sunglasses?"

Jaha tilted his head slightly. "Huh?" Then he remembered the lie he had told the woman. "Oh, yeah."

They made their way into a clothes shop, and [Y/N]'s eyes darted around until they landed on a sunglasses rack in the corner. Grabbing Jaha's arm, she pulled him along to it.

"Try these on." She said, picking up a pair of aviators before turning to Jaha. She handed them over, watching as he slid them onto his face to look in the mirror. She nodded in approval. "They look good on you."

Jaha stared in the mirror for a moment, his face stoic, as always. "I look like a douchebag."

"You are a douchebag." The woman smiled, turning to look at him through the reflection in the mirror. "Now you're a chic douchebag."

"They fucking make me look like a high school bully." He curled his lip, taking them off his face from one handle. They bent a bit, and the woman quickly snatched them back to put them on the shelf carefully. 

"Weren't you? Back in high school?"

Jaha turned to her, raising his eyebrows. "Me?" He said, pointing to his face. "Is this the face of a bully?"

Scoffing, [Y/N] grabbed another pair, handing them to him. "There's a reason most people are afraid to talk to you."

"On the contrary." He paused for a moment. "I was the one getting beat up back then."

The woman paused before pushing the glasses on Jaha's face. "Did they stick your head in the toilets or shove you into lockers?"

Jaha couldn't help but chuckle softly, positioning the glasses on his face better. "No. I don't think that shit happens."

"If you say so." The woman handed yet another pair of sunglasses to Jaha. "Tell me their names and I'll fuck them up for you."

Rolling his eyes fondly, Jaha batted her away. "Yeah, okay. Not about to send you to your death, [Y/N]." After placing the glasses he had in hand back into their place, Jaha grabbed her face, sliding a pair of sunglasses over her eyes before stepping away.

He nodded. "Perfect."

[Y/N] turned back to the mirror, before turning back to Jaha with a scowl. "Fuck you." She reached up to take the cream-coloured middle-finger frames off her face, but Jaha quickly stopped her.

"I'll pay for them." He said desperately as he tried to hold in a laugh. He grinned as he spoke, and [Y/N] wanted to punch his perfectly straight teeth out. "Sound good?"

Folding her arms, she faced the mirror once more, letting out a sigh. "Fuck you." She repeated but made no attempt to remove them this time.

Jaha chuckled lightly, taking them off her along with his own pair of sunglasses, and they made their way to the counter to pay. He made no attempts at small talk with the cashier whilst [Y/N] stood there, staring at him, and before long they were walking out with a bag in hand.

"Put them on now." Jaha said, reaching in to grab them. His own glasses were perched on top of his head.

"Uh, no. No way in hell am I wearing those in public."

"You could style them." He suggested. He was clearly taunting her again with that snarky smirk on his face.

She stared at the way the frames had two middle fingers up, and she scrunched her nose. "I'll style them up your ass."

"Hm." Jaha smirked, placing the sunglasses on [Y/N]'s head. He was amused at the way the woman made no actual attempt to remove them. "Let's go eat."

[Y/N] felt her heart race. This was starting to seem like a date, rather than a simple outing between friends. Nonetheless, she agreed, and they began walking around the mall, looking for a suitable place to eat at. They walked past multiple restaurants, yet the one that caught Jaha's eye was...

Jaha looked around, eyes landing on a store in the corner of the mall. He halted. "Is that a... dick waffle shop?" He pointed to the bright pink sign.

The woman's mouth went slightly agape. "No fucking way." She laughed, grabbing his hand, and practically dragging him towards it. "Let's go check it out."

"What? Are you—" Before he could refuse and turn around, they had already entered inside. He groaned. "I don't want a dick waffle."

"Tough." The woman smiled as they looked around the 'restaurant'. Loud, obnoxious music played through the speakers that were placed in the corners of the ceiling, and the inside itself was covered in cheap-looking neon signs and plastic dick-shaped objects. Jaha reluctantly allowed himself to be taken to the front counter, and they both peered through the glass cabinet.

"What do you want?" The woman giggled.

"To leave."

She elbowed him in the side, and he stumbled a bit, catching himself on the glass. "Woah, didn't think you'd be so desperate." She mocked the way his hands landed on the glass, making Jaha groan in frustration and quickly step away.

He was glaring at her.

The woman ignored his lack of a response as her eyes drifted back to the waffles. "Anyway, I'll choose for you."

Jaha folded his arms, looking around as [Y/N] decided what to get. "Fucking hell... why is it so expensive?" She complained. "We'll share."

Jaha snapped his head back to look at her. "I'm not sharing a dick waffle with you."

[Y/N] gave him a look from the side. "You want your own?" Jaha was silent at that, and she grinned, turning to the guy at the counter to order; brown hair, and brown eyes—a stark contrast to the colourful dick waffles presented near him.

Jaha walked off to find a table as she ordered—eventually choosing a small corner table for the two of them. It was out of sight from the main part of the shop, which he thought was best. He'd rather not be seen in a place like this.

[Y/N] came over after a while holding a box, and she pulled out her chair to take a seat opposite Jaha. She opened the lid, and they both stared at it.

"That's fucking horrific." Jaha commented, looking back up at the grinning woman. He picked it up, holding it by the stick as white chocolate sauce began to drip down the sides.

"Looks tasty though." She spoke nonchalantly as she watched Jaha twirl it around, trying not to let stuff fall off it.

Jaha was silent for a moment, and then he smirked, locking eyes with the woman. "Open your mouth."

"What?" As she parted her lips to speak, Jaha moved forwards, forcing the waffle into her mouth. She made a noise of surprise that was muffled by the thing in her mouth, clutching at Jaha's arm as he laughed, lightly thrusting it inside. The woman gagged, and it was as though something darkened in Jaha's gaze. After a few moments, Jaha pulled away.

White chocolate mixed with saliva dripped down her chin, and she wiped at it with the back of her hand. Looking up, she glared daggers at the man, trying to catch her breath.

"What are you? A mental case?"

"Hey, you were the one who dragged me here." He said, still sneering. "Besides, that's what you're supposed to do with these." He pointed up to the small television in the corner that was displaying a couple doing the same thing. The woman shuddered.

"That's nasty. Vile."

Jaha handed [Y/N] a tissue, and she wiped the rest of her mouth.

"Still wanna eat it?" He asked as he placed the waffle back into the box. The woman observed it and then sighed dejectedly. "It's all soggy now."

"Oh, yeah." Jaha hummed, his face stoic. "Looks gross now."

"And whose fault is that?" Pushing up from the chair, [Y/N] placed a hand on her hip. The woman noted the way Jaha was looking at her and backed away a bit, her heart skipping a beat. "What?"

He snapped out of his trance and shrugged it off, walking past her as he tugged on the collar of his shirt slightly. He felt hot. "Nothing. Let's go."

The woman followed him, chucking the box with the waffle still inside into a bin, albeit reluctantly. "Can't believe I paid that much only to throw it away." She sighed.

Jaha pursed his lips, and after a moment of hesitation spoke. "Where do you wanna go? I'll buy you something."

She tilted her head slightly as she smiled. "What? You feel bad for shoving it down my throat?"

"Don't make it sound like that."

"That's what you did thou—" She made an 'o' shape with her mouth in realization. "Actually, there's a shirt I've been meaning to buy."

He nodded. "Alright. Let's go."

She quickly dragged him into yet another clothing store, walking further inside as her eyes scanned the racks and mannequins with a wide smile. He found it endearing how she seemed so excited over something as simple as a new shirt.

"You wanna buy... that?" Jaha asked, seeing as [Y/N] held up a blouse from its hanger. Jaha looked between it and the one she was currently wearing right then. "You literally have, like, ten million versions of that same shirt."

"It's a blouse. And I don't." She smiled, picking up a few other ones and shoving them into Jaha's arms. She then moved further ahead, looking through the shorts, and skirts the store had. It was summer, and wearing pants was not an option.

"Yes, you do."

"I do not. They're different brands." She idly commented as she searched through the racks. Grabbing a few garments out, she placed them onto the ever-growing mountain of clothes in Jaha's arms. He scowled, peering around it.

"They look the same." He scoffed. "And besides, I thought you were only going to buy one shirt, not the entire store."

She moved her hair away from her shoulder as she smiled. "That's your own misunderstanding."

"You literally said—" Before he could finish speaking, [Y/N] had already walked off. Jaha blindly walked after her, stopping as he placed the mountain of clothes on the counter. He heard the woman speak to a worker, and the clothes were quickly counted before they were let into the changing rooms. 

They both got into one stall, and Jaha dumped the pile onto the floor.

"Where the fuck are you gonna start with all this?" Jaha kicked at a blouse, and [Y/N] picked it off the floor.

"With this."

His mind froze for a moment, and he turned his head to the side. "I'll wait outside." He felt the back of his neck getting hotter as he reached for the door handle of the stall, narrowly opening it.

The woman nodded as the man walked out. "Aight."

He stood outside the stall, glaring at a few people that walked by. He had no reason to, he simply felt upset with himself. Why? Well, he didn't know. Perhaps it was because he was about to pay for a mountain of garments that were way too overpriced or maybe it was because he felt too hot, or perhaps it may even be because he's been feeling hot ever since they stepped foot into that dick-waffle shop. The image of white chocolate staining [Y/N]'s lips and chin was ingrained deeply into his mind, and the moment they shared in the stall just earlier only made it more visible. He bit his lower lip, lost in thought. His pants were starting to feel just a little too tight as he tried to push [Y/N]'s face away from his mind.

Thankfully, the knock behind him took him out of his trance. He turned on his heel. "Yeah?"

[Y/N]'s voice came from the other side of the door. "Can you, uh, help?" She asked quietly, shyly almost.

Jaha kept quiet for a moment, taking in a deep breath. He almost thought that the trance he was in was better than whatever this situation was. His thoughts he could, at least, push away.

"With what?"

"Uh, this blouse... The strings are on the back of it, so I can't really, um, reach it." The longer she spoke the quieter her words got.

Jaha held in another breath as he slowly pushed the door open, stepping inside. He was greeted by [Y/N] facing away from him, staring at him through the mirror in front of them as she held the blouse up with her hands placed neatly on her chest. The strings on her back were untied, and with a controlled expression, he reached out his fingers to take hold of them. His fingertips brushed against her bare back and he felt chills run down his spine. She felt so soft, too soft. As he worked his hands on the strings, he moved a foot closer, and in doing so he tripped over the pile of clothes on the floor, stumbling forward and consequently pushing the woman against the mirror. His hands moved to catch himself, and he found himself trapping the woman between himself and the mirror. His chest was pressed firmly against her back as the blouse fluttered to the floor and her hands scrambled to cover her breasts.

He took in a sharp breath, her scent enveloping his senses as he felt her rear pressing against his crotch. "Shit, sorry, I—" As he spoke, he caught sight of her expression in the mirror. Her gaze was lowered and her lower lip trembled negligibly. Pink tinted her cheeks, the type of pink that brought Constance Spry roses to mind. The compliance on her face made his heart race, and he noted how she made no attempt to push him away, the way her body slightly turned to face him, eyes looking up at him with an almost hopeful expression.

"It's okay." Her voice was quaint as her eyes darted to his lips for a brief second before moving back up to meet his eyes. "You smell nice." She commented.

Leaning in closer, his voice came out almost as a whisper. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." She breathed out softly. The air was thick with anticipation as they inched closer, their bodies magnetically drawn to one another. With a gentle touch, their hands intertwine, their fingers finding solace in each other's warmth. The kiss begins slowly, a delicate exploration of lips. They meet softly, barely a whisper, as they savour the initial contact. Time seemed to slow down, each second stretching into eternity as their lips brushed against each other's, testing the waters of craving.

A delicate dance ensued as their mouths moved in harmony. Jaha tilted his head slightly so their lips would meld together more comfortably. Their tongues tentatively met, tracing the contours of each other's lips before diving deeper.

Their breaths became mingled, their hearts beating in syncopation as the kiss deepened. Lips pressed more firmly as Jaha pushed her back against the mirror. The woman let out a small noise of surprise that was quickly swallowed, and fingers threaded in her hair as Jaha's other hand went down to her waist. After moments he detached his lips from her mouth to move onto her neck.

[Y/N] gasped, feeling her shorts being pulled down. She grabbed Jaha's arm, and the other pulled away slightly to look at her.

"Jaha, what are you—" She panted, wiping the string of saliva from her lips. "We—We're in public."

Jaha went back to mouth at her neck, and [Y/N] let her head fall back against the mirror. She could feel the smirk on Jaha's face against her skin. "Guess you're gonna have to be quiet, then."

A wave of arousal crashed over her body as her shorts fell to the floor along with her underwear, and she stepped out of them before kicking them away. Jaha pulled back from her neck, shoving two fingers inside the woman's mouth.

"Lick." He said, and she did—swirling her tongue around them as they locked eyes. Jaha pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before pulling them out, and [Y/N] gripped onto his shoulders.

"Are you gonna..." [Y/N] felt a hand on the underside of one of her thighs as it was hiked up, held firmly by Jaha. "You're gonna just fuck me here?"

"Yeah." He spoke breathily. He placed his wet fingers against [Y/N]'s clit, and the woman let out a gasp at the coldness. She studied Jaha's expression carefully, tightening her grip on his shoulders. Jaha shifted his eyes back to her face, moving his fingers against her clit as her nails dug into his shoulders. He couldn't describe the feeling in his gut, it was swimming in ardour. She was simply perfect.

"Fuck..." She felt her knees getting wobbly, and Jaha was quick to notice this. He hiked her leg up further, holding her in place as he continued his ministrations on her swollen clit. After a few moments, he moved his fingers down her folds, smearing them with her wetness.

He shot a glance over his shoulder to make sure the door was properly locked before locking eyes with her flushed expression.

"You okay, princess?" He smirked, his tone teasing as he worked to undo his pants, pulling them down just enough to reveal his boxers.

She glared at the name, digging her nails further into his shoulders. "Don't gross me out." Although she said that, she couldn't tell whether her ears were hot due to arousal or embarrassment. "But yes. I'm okay."

Her gaze lowered as she observed him struggle to pull down his boxers with one hand. She chuckled at the way he clicked his tongue. He was clearly getting impatient, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. Reaching her hands towards the waistband of his boxers, her fingers brushed against his abdomen. Jaha stiffened slightly at her touch, a faint pink painting his cheeks.

Once the boxers were pulled down to his thighs, [Y/N] shifted her eyes away from his dick. She felt undeniably embarrassed.

Jaha moved her leg up further. "You sure this is okay?"

The woman smiled. "Yea—" Before she could properly get her words out, Jaha pushed inside. This man was far too impatient.

The woman scrambled at his back, face screwed up in pleasure and slight discomfort as Jaha didn't stop until he was fully in all the way. He held [Y/N]'s face with one hand, tilting it up so they made eye contact.

"Don't want people to hear." He said, pressing a hand firmly against the other's mouth. "Imagine what the public would say."

The idea of being caught made her legs shake as Jaha pulled out, slamming back inside with bruising force. The woman braced a hand against the mirror as her spine dug into it, and his eyes rolled back at a direct hit to the bumpy spot inside.

Jaha created a steady pace, fucking her further into the mirror as the grip on her upper thigh tightened. 

"I wish the others could see you right now." Jaha whispered, leaning closer to her ear as he bit at her skin. "So fucking pliant, ready to just be filled whenever."

The woman's mouth hung open under Jaha's hand, and she felt herself drooling onto it as she was pounded into the mirror behind her. She'd never had sex at this angle before, and the way Jaha's cock rubbed inside her with each thrust made her limbs tremble.

Jaha sensed that she was getting weak, so he hooked his hands under her thighs, picking her up, and holding her against the mirror as [Y/N] wrapped her legs around his waist. Once she did, he moved one hand back to her mouth. Continuing the pace, Jaha groaned softly as he felt himself growing closer to climax. She felt her body thrum with arousal as her fingertips tingled, and Jaha let out a low groan, thrusting deeper inside.

Suddenly, there was a sharp knock at the door, and Jaha slowed his movements. [Y/N]'s head spun, and it took her a second to realise that someone was on the other side.

"Excuse me?" A worker's voice came, and Jaha turned his head slightly to the side. "Just wondering if you need any assistance? You've been in there for a while."

The woman saw a glint of something in Jaha's eye, and the hand against her mouth was removed. [Y/N]'s eyes widened slightly as Jaha thrust in again—this time slower—and it took everything in her not to moan out loud.

He locked eyes with the woman and tilted his head towards the door behind them. He wanted her to speak, and reassure the worker.

"I'm good." She gasped out as she felt Jaha continue to push inside. [Y/N] bit down on the back of her own hand hard enough to draw blood as she tried her best not to let any noises slip past her lips. "Just got a lot of clothes to try— try on... here."

He snapped his hips again, grip on [Y/N]'s legs tightening as he looked at her fucked-out expression with a smirk. Picking up the pace slightly, he watched as the woman hit her head back against the mirror, eyebrows furrowed as her mouth hung open. He was so very large and male, and excessively male creatures always took her over the edge.

"Let me know if you need anything." The worker at the door said, and there were the sounds of slight shuffling as their shadow disappeared. 

"You—" The woman started, and Jaha cut her off with another hard thrust. A string of moans fell from her lips as she came undone, and she scratched down Jaha's clothed back as he fucked her, watching as she became a broken mess under his touch.

Jaha let out a low whine near [Y/N]'s ear. "Can I..."

She nodded. With one last thrust, Jaha's eyes shut close as he came inside [Y/N]. His trembling hand worked on the woman's clit as he rode out his orgasm, trying his hardest not to let any lewd noises slip past his lips. It didn't take long for the woman to come undone under Jaha's touch. She felt her thighs tremble slightly, and Jaha held himself up against the wall. They caught their breaths, and he pulled out, gently setting [Y/N] back onto her feet.

She immediately wobbled, and Jaha caught her. His eyes trailed down, watching as his cum leaked down the inside of her legs.

"Shit." He clicked his tongue as he snapped out of his thoughts, grabbing the blouse that he was supposed to be helping her put on from the floor to wipe her clean with. The woman immediately gasped when she saw the cum stain the blouse.

"You're an idiot." She whispered, observing the way he cleaned her up. "They'll still have to scan it. Touch it, Jaha."

"Hey, I'm only using the edge of it." He tapped her inner thigh with the edge of the blouse to emphasize his justification.

She scrunched up her nose, fighting down a smile. "You're disgusting." Her words carried no real weight. She knew that because her heart was beating out of her chest at the way he was taking care of her.

Jaha laughed softly. "Listen, I'm working with what I have." He seemed outwardly happy, and this made the woman chuckle alongside him.

Once he was done and back on his feet, the woman pinched at his side. "That was a stupid fucking stunt you pulled when the worked came." Jaha pushed her hand away as she did this, smiling smugly. "Are you saying you didn't enjoy it?"

"Well..." Her cheeks tinted red as she began dressing up. "The stunt, no, but—"

"But the sex yes?"

She gave no response to that, except for placing the pile of the store's clothes into his hands. She smiled. "I might answer if you pay for all of this."