#with his pouty lips looking like he was on the verge of sobbing. good good look on him

[domithanasia]

i have such a love/hate(mostly hate) relationship with lestat at this point but i cant lie. he looked hot as fuck when he was about to put his fist through that priest's skull.

[koihanwrites]

Switch Amusement Park Headcanons!

Natsume x reader | Tsumugi x reader | Sora x reader

Gender-neutral reader 𓆩♡𓆪

Fluff + amusement park dates + gifts

Requested? no 𓆩♡𓆪

Words: 1148

Warnings? : None !

Yo yo yo! Koi here. I apologize for making you all wait so long, our exams just finished 4 days ago and I took a break after that. A sudden inspiration took over me when I was at the amusement park. Instead of enjoying myself, I found myself writing this, so I hope you all enjoy this. ♡

Natsume Sakasaki

He was the one who invited you to go to an amusement park.

Natsume is the type to put an arm around your shoulder or the type to hold your hand while walking around.

He isn't the type to take pictures every second unlike some people, however Natsume will slowly agree if you gave him a good reason. But in his mind he just wants to see your cute pouty expression.

Natsume will tease how cute you look when you begged for him to take a picture.

Natsume will maintain eye contact with you as a small smirk creep on his lips.

As the magician he is, he can win every single game inside the carnival like magic.

Shooting a ball in just 3 attempts? Natsume will shoot them all perfectly.

Popping balloons with darts? He will shoot every single one of the balloons.

Every prize he won, he will give it to you. Even a bigass teady bear that is bigger than the size of your body? he will gift it to you.

Of course he will help you carry the prizes as the kind and loving boyfriend he is.

In rides, Natsume is the type to invite you to take the craziest rides for fun. If you don't like those rides then he will settle down for a ride on the ferris wheel.

When you two are at the top of the Ferris wheel, he will kiss you on the cheek or on the lips as a surprise and will tease you when you blush.

"oH? Is my loveLY kitTEN flusTERED? how cuTE~" (Natsume will move closer to you after saying that-)

He is the romantic type of boyfriend so he will do anything just to make you feel butterflies on your stomach and making you blush.

Once you two are finished at the amusement park, he will take you to a dinner date on your favorite restaurant.

Natsume loves to spoil his s/o, he believes that it's fate that brought you two together, he also believes that you deserve the world because you're such a sweetheart for him.

(I love Natsume sm im sobbing)

Tsumugi Aoba

Knowing that Tsumugi is an over worker himself, you did all of his remaining tasks and invited him to go to an amusement park.

At first he was surprised that he doesn't have any remaining tasks, but when you told him that you did his remaining tasks you swore that you can see him in the verge of tears.

He then thanked you later on and accepted your invitation.

Once you and him arrived inside the carnival you can see Tsumugi's eyes sparkle.

Tsumugi is someone who rarely goes to fun places due to his busy schedule.

Tsumugi is the type to hold your hand while he's looking around the amusement park with a smile on his face.

He would ask you how was your day while you two are walking around the amusement park, he cares about you deeply.

I can imagine Tsumugi losing when playing a game inside the amusement park however, he can win a few games if good luck is on his side.

If he did lose, he promised that he will buy you something and will treat you in the cafeteria tomorrow.

If you managed to win a game and give it to Tsumugi as a gift, he will treasure it like his child. It's a gift from his s/o afterall.

If it's a plushie, he will put it beside his bed and he will hug it close to his chest while sleeping thinking that it's you.

I can imagine some people staring at how cute and sweet you and Tsumugi are.

He will buy you (drink of your choice) as a "thank you for inviting me here"

Tsumugi prefers calm rides like the spinning tea cup, the ferris wheel, the Carousel and etc..

He might find it childish when you invited him on riding the Carousel but after riding it, he felt more relaxed and he seemed to enjoy it.

Most amusement parks has fireworks when it's night time so imagine you and Tsumugi watching the fireworks.

He will let out a quiet "wow.." while watching the fireworks.

Tsumugi is the type to lay his head on your shoulder but he's also the type to ask permission before doing it.

As you and Tsumugi are watching the firework show, he will whisper "I love you so much.." in the most quiet tone he can so you won't hear it.

Sora Harukawa

Sora was the one who invited you to go to an amusement however, I can imagine you and Sora inviting each other at the same time.

He already planned what rides you two are going to take, you can obviously tell that he's really excited about this.

Once you two are inside the amusement park, Sora will pull your arm and will run towards a ride that caught his attention.

Sora is the type to run off somewhere when he founds something interesting so please keep an eye on him and hold his hand so he won't run off.

If he did run of somewhere and you're finding him, he will surprise you by hugging you behind.

He absolutely loves the surprised expression on your face right now.

Sora likes to cling on your arm while walking around the amusement park.

While you two are walking, Sora will hop every second because of how excited he is.

When he tries out the games, he will win many of them. He is a pro gamer afterall.

When he founds a plushie that looks like you, he will do his best to get it and gift it you.

Sora loves how your color gives off such a positive and sweet vibe when he gave you the plushie.

Sora is the same as Natsume, he likes the craziest rides but sometimes you can sense he's quite scared at some of them.

Sora is the type to wave his arms and keeps shouting how happy he is when you two are inside the rollercoaster.

After riding the rollercoaster he won't stop until you and him ride all of the rides inside the amusement park.

The big and genuine smile on his face will never fade throughout the rides.

After the rides, he will buy cotton candy for you and him, he will also buy a few desserts and sweets with it.

You can sense Sora's color brighten when he took a bite of the cotton candy.

Sora enjoys every single second he spends time with you, he is brimming with delight every time he founds you smiling. Sora is absolutely grateful and happy to be with you. He loves and adore you so much that his colorful heart cannot take it.

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The end..... ✩

[aurorablue22]

Reunited - Sirius Black x Reader

Summary/(A/N): After 14 years, Harry’s Godmother is finally reunited with her husband. I made this sort of specific to whatever my own mind came up with; (Y/N) is Harry’s Godmother, and has of course known the Marauders since their school days. She’s known Harry since the events of POA, and she took him in. Harry and (Y/N) have lived together for the past two years, and although Harry has met and seen Sirius, the most that (Y/N) has received is letters. Finally, in OOTP, they’re reunited. 

Warnings: None really, maybe a lil’ kissing scene <3 

“Good morning my dear!” you said as you walked into the kitchen, where Harry was cracking an egg over the frying pan.

“Mornin’ (Y/N).” he smiled, and you walked over to him.

“Y’know Harry, you don’t have to make breakfast for us. Even after all this time I feel bad-”

“(Y/N), I’m fine, I promise. Besides, I already made you tea.” he nodded towards the counter, and you gave a pouty smile as you picked up the mug. “Sweet boy.” you cooed, and ruffled his hair. 

You and your godson were enjoying whatever Harry had whipped up, and talking about the strange dream he had last night, when an owl tapped on the window. You took a swig from your tea mug and lifted the latch, letting the dusty creature inside. It gave a polite hoot, and you bowed your head in return. 

You unfastened the letter from the owl’s foot while Harry filled a bowl with water and a plate with bacon scraps.

“Oh, it’s from Rem!” you hastily tore the envelope, and slipped the parchment through the folds. Sprawled across the yellowed paper was half-messy, half-loopy writing, which you’d grown quite familiar with. 

“What’s he up to?” Harry asks nonchalantly. 

Your eyes quickly moved from left to right, scanning over the message. Your brain hung onto specific words; Order, Phoenix, Army, The Dark Lord... and Padfoot. 

You took a breath in as you read your husband’s name, and Harry peeked over your shoulder, raising his eyebrows. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, my dear..” you shook your hand, handing him the message. “It’s just..”

Harry immediately understood. “Well, that’s a good thing, right? You do want to see him... right?” 

You whipped around, your updo falling loose. “Of course I want to see him! I just... I just don’t know.. “ you sighed, and sat back at the kitchen table. Your brain floated back to what Remus had written; how the Order was reassembling, and he was extending the invite to you, just like he had in the 70s. 

Not only that, but he had scribbled something along the lines of “Padfoot will be joining us as well. I do hope you’re willing to see him.”

Of course you did! But it was complicated to explain to others. You were nervous. The most communication you’d had with Sirius over the past two years was letters. Most of his were on scraps of newspaper, so you always made sure to pack extra parchment into your envelopes.

Within the past few weeks, his message arrived a lot cleaner and appeared less rushed, which you appreciated. Each time an owl arrived, your heart soared. But in those letters, you couldn’t reveal anything about your lives, in case they fell into the wrong hands. That being said, the most you two could say to each other was “I love you”. 

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It was just after 7 o’clock, when Remus and a girl with purple hair had come to pick up you and Harry. She introduced herself as ‘Tonks”. Of course, you hadn’t realized at the time she was your cousin in law. 

You both waved them off, Remus assuring them you’d catch up soon. You gave your Godson a kiss on the cheek.

“Be good,” you pointed your finger at him “Listen to Tonks”.

“I will, I will!” he teased. 

When they’d both left, you and Remus sat on the tiny loveseat in comfortable silence. 

“I wanted to check up on you,” he stated, and you looked up to reach his gaze. Oh, Remus. Your best friend. “I realize when I sent my letter it must’ve been a bit of a shock to you.” he placed his hand over yours.

“Oh yes, well, I think I might’ve frightened Harry more than anything. I’m not sure if he’s used to how dramatic I am yet.” you two laughed, Remus teasing you that it took him a long time to get used to it too. 

Your laughter died down, and Remus spoke again. “He’s very excited to see you, (Y/N). In fact, he’s been fixing up his hair all day.”

You couldn’t even laugh. That was such a Sirius thing to do. 

Your eyes glossed over at the thought, which Remus noticed immediately. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze. 

“You don’t have to-”

“I want to see him Rem.” you cut him off, and you saw relief wash over his features. “I’m just a little nervous.”

It took a few minutes, but after a warm hug and Remus’s signature pep talks, you were ready to go. Never letting go of his hand, the two of you apparated to 12 Grimmauld Place. 

Always a gentleman, Remus opened the front door for you, and you were greeted by the distant chatter at the end of the hall. Although you couldn’t see any faces, you recognized the voice of your Godson and his friends, along with that of Mad-Eye and Mrs. Weasley, to be followed by- 

him. 

It was that glorious laugh you’d waited 14 years to hear, the sound bounced around your head and you began to feel faint. Remus patted your shoulder, and you turned your head to look at him. 

He nodded towards the end of the corridor, smiling. You took a deep breath, staring down the long hallway ahead of you. You brushed the stray hair out of your face and clenched your fists. As you began walking, you could hear Remus following close behind. 

Your footsteps were booming across the corridor, your pace picking up with every step. Your breathing heightened and your heart was in your throat. You pushed open the door in front of you, and it slammed against the wall. The sound alerted the entire room, and you scanned over everyone’s faces. You finally landed on those eyes, his eyes, still as grey and dreamy as you’d left them. 

“(Y/N)!” he shouted, getting up from his seat, looking anything but composed. 

“Sirius” you breathed, tears already forming. The two of you ran towards each other, and finally, after 14 long years, you found yourself in his embrace once more. 

It was tight and strong, he held you protectively yet with extreme caution. You sobbed into his chest, knowing that there weren’t enough words in the English language to describe how you felt at the moment. 

Much to your surprise, and those in the room, Sirius began to cry as well. Not as much as you, but tears fell from his eyes as though he was only a boy. You held onto him, not wanting to let go, your hands digging into his jacket, and your face buried in his chest. 

The world fizzled out around you, and you didn’t even notice how people were reacting to the scene. Remus leaned against the doorframe, wiping away a few tears himself; he felt so grateful he could see his best friends together once more. 

Although they would deny it later on, Harry and Hermione hid their emotions behind Ron, the both of them on the verge of an entire breakdown. This was followed by Mrs. Weasley, who was sniffing loudly as her husband passed her a handkerchief. 

Sirius was the first to pull away, and he cupped your face with his hands. He had a certain look on his face, as though he’d fallen in love all over again. He wiped away your tears with his thumb, and looked into your eyes. 

Your knees might’ve given out at that very moment if he wasn’t there to steady you. “Even more beautiful then when I left you.” he spoke, barely over a whisper, his voice sending those familiar tingles down your spine. 

You couldn’t even form words, you were so lost in his features. You only smiled, which he returned. “Why don’t we go into the other room, hmm?” he wrapped an arm around your waist, leading you out of the dining room. You could barely hear Ginny burst into loud sobs behind you, and how Mrs. Weasley followed suit. 

He walked you down the hall, and you never took your eyes off each other, only breaking the gaze when he opened the door to the living room. 

You two sat on the dusty couch in the dimly lit room, and he took your hands in his. You realized then and there how much you’d missed his loving gaze; at this point he was practically drooling at the sigh of you. 

He wrapped his arms around you once more, his head resting atop yours. “I’ve missed you so much my love, so very much.”

You only gripped him harder, breathing in the smell of cigarette smoke and his old cologne. Your eyes pricked yet again; it was the cologne you used to spray on his pillow when he was first imprisoned. 

“Sirius..” you said his name as though it were your only prayer. He hummed in response, lifting your face to meet his. You leaned in closer to him, your faces not even an inch apart. You closed the gap, your lips finally meeting his. You took in a breath through your nose, and butterflies began swarming in your stomach. 

You parted your lips, which Sirius took as an invite, and his tongue slipped into your mouth. Your hands found their way into his hair, and his around your waist. You felt your cheeks getting wet, and you realized it was from Sirius. A few tears had spilled from his eyes, but he didn’t let up from the kiss. 

It was full of passion and love, sprinkled with a bit of lust. He laid you gently on the couch, his body hovering over yours, and you finally broke apart. He gave a few gentle pecks down your neck, and returned to eye level with you. 

“Oh darling..” you spoke, trying to contain the emotions that were sure to spill out of you. Both of you were at a loss for words, simply staring at each other, taking in everything you’d missed out on. You smiled lovingly at him, and the corners of his mustache quirked as he did the same. You giggled, fiddling with his locks. 

“You grew a beard.” you stated, still admiring the sight before you.

“Do you not like it?” he asked, more so a rhetorical question than anything. 

“I find it very sexy.” you reassured him. 

He chuckled a bit, never taking his eyes off you. “Oh my dear,” he stroked the side of your face, and he brought you to sit back up. “I haven’t a clue how I managed without you.” 

A certain emotion flashed over his eyes, and he fought off a grimace, trying to outrun the hell that lived within him. You placed a hand on his cheek, your wedding band giving a bit of a cold sting to his face. 

He gently took your hand and brought it into view; his eyes crystallized once he saw the ring he’d given you so many years ago. “You kept it..” his tone was unsure, as though he was confused as to why you did. 

“Of course I did Siri, I love you.” your heart ached for him; he must’ve thought you’d moved on before he’d seen Remus again. You remembered the conversation you had with Remus a few months ago, where he opened up about seeing Sirius again. They’d been writing every couple of months, and Remus had to constantly reassure him that you were still available; that you’d never given up on your husband. 

“I’ll always love you.” you furrowed your brow in an attempt to conceal yet another sob.

“And I, you. My sweet girl.” Sirius placed a kiss on your knuckles, then moved back to your lips. “I love you more than you’ll ever know.” he mumbled into the kiss, and you felt yourself melt in his embrace, knowing that you and your husband were finally reunited. 

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Hi my lovelies!! I hope you enjoyed reading this just as much as I loved writing it! Let me know if I should follow up on this “Reunited” fic, because I’m really looking forward to adding more. That would include something romantic and/or something smutty, I’m honestly up for anything bahaha. Please send in your requests, whether it be for this fic or really anyone in Harry Potter. And don’t be afraid of giving feedback, I’d love to know what you think! <3

~Aurora 

[cartierbin]

Hello can author-nim i really like your stories can i request a story for dilf-seungmin. Thank uuu🤧❤️

tysm baby.

『 pairing — seungmin x reader

genre — smut + dilf!seungmin fucking the hell out of his daughter’s best friend against the fridge

word count — 1.323k 』

smut under the cut !

“daddy! I need help please”. the two year old shouts from the bathroom, watching his feet dangle in front of him. It was a good thing the bathroom was right beside seungmin’s bedroom, he could always hear the smaller boy at 3am struggling for potty help like he was now. the father rolls over and rubs his face trying to wake himself up and gather enough energy to get out of bed. “I’m coming theo”. he groggily answers, wanting to just lay back down.

he enters the bathroom to see his son with his arms already raised up for his father to help him— which seungmin did and was glad that he barely made a mess this time. he washes his hands and carries him off to his room, tucking him in once more. “go back to sleep okay? you have school tomorrow”. Theo pouts a little at his father’s swift movements. he began to whine once seungmin reached the door. “daddy can I have kisses?”. he questions with a raised intonation and with the cutest pouty face that seungmin couldn’t say no to. he smiles at his adorable son nonetheless. giving him forehead and cheek kisses was just like giving them to himself, theo was a miniature version of him after all. “Is that better?”, he questions and the toddler nods his head yes before hiding under his blankets. seungmin touches the doorknob. “sleep tight theo. daddy loves you”, he giggles with the same laugh that made seungmin’s heart warm every time. “I love you too daddy”.

on his way to his bedroom seungmin forgot that he dismissed his normal routine of checking up on his daughter. mostly because she normally got annoyed with him when he did that since she was now a college student so she always ranted about how she needed her privacy. but seungmin couldn’t help himself. he wanted to make sure his baby was alright even throughout the night so he checked anyways. when he softly opened the door his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach at the sight. he forgot Ava invited one of her friends over tonight, one whom was currently touching herself underneath the blankets in the bed beside ava’s.

you didn’t even hear the door creak open, you were much too immersed in the explicit audios you were listening to, imagining it was ava’s dad who was touching you. you couldn’t help yourself it was late and Ava had gone to sleep and you were feeling hornier than usual these past couple of days. you’ve always had the biggest crush on mr. Kim and you wished things could go further than just a simple greeting between you two. your small whining noises crept from under the blankets and you hadn’t realized you mistakenly moaned his name before turning over for better angles. you met his shocked gaze while he was at the door. your heart began to pound dangerously fast as he started to quickly shut the door behind himself.

once he started walking down the hallway he tried his best to believe that he didn’t just see what he saw. he tried his to erase it from memory. he didn’t want to see you that way, you were his daughter’s best friend.

“mr. kim”.

he stopped in his tracks at the sound of you calling him from down the hallway. he swiftly turns around to explain himself. “listen you don’t have to worry I didn’t see anything and I’m not telling ava about any of this”. he meant what he said, he wouldn’t know what to do if his daughter found out about it. she’d probably freak the hell out. but seungmin was already freaking out with the way you approached him, your silk bed shorts riding up your thick thighs each time you took a step. unnecessary sinful thoughts flooded his head once he saw your body for what it truly was. you traced your fingers over his chest, nervous as hell but not regretting what you were about to ask of him. “mr.kim I want you to fuck me”. his breath caught in his throat at the question. he opened his mouth to speak but you were already loosening the buttons on your bed shirt and seungmin would be lying through his teeth if he said he didn’t want this. he instead clutched your wrist to prevent you from continuing. “stop it. I need you to go to bed”. you inched your face near his, grabbing his hand and shoving it directly inside your bed shorts. seungmin kept the same blank expression but when his finger tips felt your wet folds my god, was he crumbling. you pouted a little, trying to use your seductive skills the best way you knew how. “please. I’m too wet to go to sleep like this”.

“you need to—“. he couldn’t finish his sentence when you sunk his fingers deeper inside yourself and bit your lips. by now the bulge in his pajama pants was prominent. you reached the goal you wanted to reach. you made him hard. “please”. you begged again, sensing that he was already on the verge of giving in. blood rushed to his cock when he felt the way your slick coated his fingers. he was horny and now he refused to let this opportunity pass without sticking his dick inside you. he clutched the collar of your shirt and drew you closer with his eyes shading dark. he didn’t smile or anything, just a cold serious look that made you tremble under his height. “if I fuck you you better not tell ava. do you understand me?”. every cell in your brain rushed at the thought of him manhandling you the way you wanted. you quickly nod your head yes. “I understand I won’t tell please. just please”. he released you, chewing on the inside of his cheek before he sized you up with his eyes. he slid his hand behind the elastic of your shorts. “take these shits off”.

you followed instructions and kicked the fabric down your ankles. he grabbed you by your thighs and hoisted your body against his wrapping your naked legs around his waist. his wet lips pressed kisses on your neck and your cheeks flush an embarrassed red at how delicate they were. he walks just a few short steps before pushing your body against the cold fridge. your eyes hazed across the dark kitchen, not being able to be believe that it was mr.Kim who was finally kissing on you and touching you like this. that it was him who was slipping his fingers under your shirt just to play with your nipples. it was him who pulled his own pants down just to stick his hardened length inside your awaiting hole. your body froze in utter shock and your eyes grew as wide as saucers. he enjoyed it. It’s what he loved the most about sex, seeing the gaping mouths of those who couldn’t believe his cock was big enough to fill them until they couldn’t be filled anymore. your body immediately grew weak and his fingers began digging into the flesh of your thighs. his eyes were foreboding and bleak as they overcasted your smaller frame. his jaw clenched and his face was so close you could practically count his every pore. as soon as he started thrusting into you, you yelped, the number of his pores not even being a concern of yours anymore.

your mouth watered at how hard he made you clench around him, each time he snapped into you your body slammed against the refrigerator door. just by the way you whined underneath him he could tell how sensitive you were. he could tell that you thought this is what you wanted. he wrapped your hair around his knuckles and pinned his hand against the steel sheet metal behind you. you were entrapped under the heat of his gaze, it was either you forced yourself to look into his eyes or try to glance up pathetically at the ceiling. either way you felt intimidated, gaspy pleads never left your tongue. he raises your thighs higher around his waist and licks his lips. “you thought your little pussy could take my cock didn’t you?”.

your mouth remained agape and you exhaled perilously trying to say his name. each time you got out the first letter you choked up, unable to say more before he dick hit another spot of yours. he smirks at the mess he made of you. the stuttering, gasping, moaning ruin that you were. your clammy hands clutched his shirt while your eyes rolled to the back of your head in disbelief that something could feel so fucking good. “look at the way your pussy is creaming down my cock. Is it everything you thought it would be?”. he drops his hand down to cuff it around your ass while he hastens his pace a bit, sending a cereal box flying down the sides of the fridge. you nodded your head and continued trying to register all the sensations he made you feel. you’ve never pulsated so hard in your life. he flattens his tongue and grazes it up your chin until it was down your throat. he tongue kisses you roughly with disregard for how much saliva was dribbling down your bottom lip and his own. you moaned his name so loud and raunchy into the cavern of his mouth that he slapped the meat of your thighs hard and with a painful sting that made you want to rub it right after.

“you shut your fucking mouth. ava knows the sound of your voice when you call me that”. you make a gurgled noise as the fridge began vigorously shaking, sending another cereal box flying down the other side. he could tell just by dry sob in your eyes that you didn’t quite know what to do or say. you looked so cute he couldn’t help sucking your tongue again, all while you tried to suck his back without suffocating. he drunk every single one of your moans with fervor. you could feel the explosion of heat coiling in your belly once he pulled away with the thread of salvia that connected your mouth to his. “call me daddy”. your eyes swallowed him whole with unbridled lust and your mouth was parted desperate for air. your back arches further towards him. you looked so hopeless, like you could burst any second and the sight made seungmin’s dick swell inside you. you throbbed tortuously around his length, your hands finding purchase bunching up the fabric on his back.

. “gonna c-cum please—please you’re fucking me so hard daddy”. maybe it was the way your breasts jiggled when he was fucking you or the fact that your voice was so tiny when you moaned. either way, both made seungmin want to splatter his seed along your pussy walls. you could hear the bottles and glasses rattle inside the fridge as he fucked you until you were drooling down the sides of your lips. he gripped your ass harder when he was close, his ministrations becoming much sloppier as your own cum drizzled down his length. the tight wet feeling made his bones shudder. he figured since he fucked you that hard he might as well be respectful and dart his cum elsewhere which he did, directly onto the front of the fridge below you both. even then he continued his slow strokes, sending the rest of the cereal boxes slamming down on the counter beside it. your body went limp as soon as you came for the second time and you were grateful for his strength holding you against the surface. his chest heaved and he seized the collar of your shirt with his hand once more,

“if you tell ava I promise your pussy will never feel my cock again”

[nothing-at-the-moment]

Rewrite The Stars IV

“Thank you for helping me with Alchemy last night.”

It was a Saturday morning. A much needed break from all the mounting homework the students of Hogwarts had been put through.

Y/N, Remus, Sirius and Peter were sitting in the great hall eating breakfast when Remus was left speechless at the claim made at him.

He raised a suspicious brow to his soulmate and thought back to the events of last night.

He had talked to her till midnight before retiring to his bed while James and Sirius had been awake till early hours of the morning. Sirius had slept at two but James was awake till around three in the morning. Nobody knows how Sirius is still chipper after getting barely four hours of sleep while James was still in the Gryffindor dormitory sleeping off his tiredness after his late night adventures.

“I really appreciate you staying awake just to help me with the fucking  gold spell.”, Y/N said with an exhausted strain in her voice which she tried to drown out by tilting her head back to finish the last bits of her morning coffee.

Sirius watched the interaction with great curiosity while Peter slept with his head on the table. There’s no concept like enough sleep for that boy.

“…I don’t take Alchemy. I opted out of it at the start of the year.”, Remus said cautiously as he could suspect something was wrong.

Sirius’s eyes widened.

“That can’t be possible. You helped me last night with the gold spell. You helped me. We were talking through our thoughts. You helped me complete the Alchemy homework.” Y/N’s voice grew more confused and loud with every word.

This can’t be happening. Her soulmate had stayed up with late at night till three in the morning helping her with Alchemy. And he seemed quite brilliant at the subject.

“Holy Shit…”, Sirius exclaimed with widened eyes and an even wider open mouth.

Remus looked over at Sirius with horror. Sirius’s head whipped frantically from side to side looking at both their expressions. Y/N looked like she hadn’t quite comprehended what this means and was still trying to process. Remus looked absolutely devastated. He looked like he was on the verge of crying with tears pooling at the corner of his eyes.

It’s like the whole Great Hall grew silent while the chatters and the occasional laugh still drifted through the room. Remus and Y/N were completely silent while all the noises; thud of footsteps, the constantly growing chatter around them, clanking of spoons and forks on plates, slurping of tea and coffee, even the mere sound of gulping, the sound of everyone happy became too overbearing as they came to terms with their sudden realization.

They were not soulmates.

Remus started sweating as he couldn’t sit between the continuous commotion and felt claustrophobic with the crowds around him. His breaths came out quick and heavy as he processed the thought in his mind and his throat closed up. Everything was becoming too hot around him and he couldn’t breathe.

Y/N, in complete contrast, had lost all sense of warmth from the happy and bright sunshine and lazy hue that entered the Great Hall through the big windows on either sides of the room. She felt goose bumps run up her arms and couldn’t help but shiver at the sudden emptiness. It was like she had been hollowed out in a few mere seconds. Her throat too closed up but she didn’t care right now to breathe. If you don’t watch closely at her every slight movement, you could see she was barely breathing.

Her eyes refused to blink while Remus’s blinked rapidly trying to make sense of the abrupt halt in his life.

Both their wrist’s tingled.

Remus’s jerked his head to look at the thoughts of his soulmate hoping against hope that it wasn’t true, hoping that his wrist hadn’t displayed in thick black cursive, just the words ‘Good Morning.’

Y/N still couldn’t muster up the courage to look at her wrist, afraid of what she might find.

Sirius quickly glanced at her wrist to find a stick figure of a tall boy high in the clouds on his latest model of broomstick.

Figures only appeared to show what the soulmate was dreaming of while asleep.

“I need to go.” Y/N simply said with her voice barely above a whisper. She quickly scrambled awkwardly to get up and swiftly made her way out of the room.

Tear pooled at the corner of her eyes as she took a quick glance at Remus and left without another word.  She had just started to calm down when her wrist tingled again. She couldn’t bear to look at it now. All those thoughts, all those late night talks which she treasured like an unspoken secret, all the love and warmth she felt from Remus and all the smiles his absurd but intelligent thoughts brought to her lips, had all been someone else’s.

She should’ve known. Remus wasn’t ever interested in Quidditch the least bit. He wasn’t always thinking of crazy pranks to pull up on Professor Flitwick. He wasn’t ever the cheesiest person to exist, showing her dreams of running away together and thinking way far into the future.

Remus’s love was more warm and calm and soothing. Her soulmate’s was anything but.

Her soulmate’s love was probably the most chaotic, cheesiest, dramatic, arrogant and obnoxious. Her soulmate’s love was crazy and she reveled in the insanity.

She ran all the way to the courtyard where it had started raining. Of course it would start raining. Her life hasn’t been anything but cliché ever since she came back to school this year.

She wanted her soulmate. She wanted all of him. All the crazy thoughts brewing in his mastermind, all his quirks which she were sure he has, all the cheesy pick-up lines he used on her, all the promises he made her, all the flaws she had noticed he has, all the arrogance which reflected on her wrist when he thought about how good he looked in the mirror at early morning, all the early morning thoughts because she knew her soulmate was an early riser, all the late nights because she knew he was also a night owl.

She wanted to be there with him when he ate potato crisps that he had snuck from the kitchen under his blanket from one of his late night ventures. She wanted to be there with him and for him when he was constantly worried about his friends like he was mother. She wanted to be there with him when he got all excited from getting all O’s in his exams. She wanted to be there with him when he got all pouty and sad because he had no cuddle buddy and his friends refused to cuddle with him.

She wanted to be there with him.

But now she was back to square one.

She laid down on the grass completely drenched from the rain and closed her eyes as she let herself feel the rain drops calm her down and mix with her tears. She lay completely still, in the middle of the courtyard and thought of all she could’ve had with Remus but fate had pulled her golden strings.

James Potter was walking groggily to the Great Hall before he missed breakfast. He had slept in after helping his soulmate with Alchemy till three in the morning.

A smile came on to his face as he thought of how awkward she had been with him the whole night but immediately turned into a complete ray of sunshine when at exactly two minutes past three, she had finally mastered the gold spell.

He was walking past the courtyard but then he saw a figure lying unmoving in the middle of the grass. He pushed his crooked glasses up his nose and focused on the figure trying to figure out why a person would be lying outside on grass unmoving while it was raining and they could get sick.

Are they hurt? Are they dead?!

With not a second thought about him getting drenched, he rushed towards the figure and immediately sank to his knees besides them. It was Y/N. He looked around reluctantly as if the air around him would tell him why Y/N L/N was lying unmoving in the rain.

Gulping down his animosity, he erratically rattled her shoulders and pulled her head on to his lap while trying to wake her up.

Y/N immediately sat up and looked around frantically before her eyes landed on James.

“What the fuck?! What did you do that for?” She shrugged his hands of her shoulders and stared wide eyed at him.

“Don’t ‘What the fuck’ me. What the fuck were you doing lying in the rain? i thought you were hurt. I thought you were dead!” He shouted at her still trying to wrap his mind around what just happened.

He was completely drenched by now and the thin white shirt he was wearing didn’t help much in hiding his well-built physique. Years of Quidditch had done him good and puberty had been very kind on him.

Then it registered to her that she was talking to James Potter and a whole new wave of emotions came over her because she remembered that he was Remus’s best friend.

A fresh set of tears rolled down her cheeks at the mere thought of Remus and James could see that the sudden redness that took over eyes and the water running down her cheeks was not because of the rain.

His eyes met hers reluctantly because James doesn’t know how to deal with his emotions much rather anyone else’s. Certainly not someone’s who despised him and he despised back.

“A-Are you okay…? Do you need me to get Remus?” That certainly didn’t help the girl in front of him in anyway as a sob escaped her lips.

“No…,” she whimpered and cried harder.

James panicked.

“Okay! Okay…no Moony. No Remus. We don’t want Remus. That’s completely alright! Just please stop crying.” He rambled on to try to make her calm down as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders hesitantly to keep both of them warm but also a little because he wanted to comfort her in any way he can.

Both of them were completely drenched but none of them cared.

One was a sobbing mess as she just wanted the rain to wash away all her sorrows and pain. Such excruciating pain.

The other had nothing in his mind other than the need to comfort her. He didn’t know why he was there basically drowning in the rain and quite probably catching a cold for a girl he had hated for so long. He just couldn’t bear to see her cry. It hurt him to see this strong, always happy, always challenging, complete ray of sunshine girl look so broken, so small. So he didn’t care if he was completely drenched, he didn’t care if he was going to be sick for a week after this, he didn’t care that the breakfast he was rushing to had already ended, and he didn’t care she hated him and he hated her. Because she was crying and broken in his arms and she needs him and damn it all if he wasn’t going to be there for her.

James was still awkwardly holding her when the rain had slowed to a quite drizzle as the tears on her cheeks dried and the sobs turned into whimpers.  He hesitantly looked into her swollen bloodshot eyes and carefully asked her, “How’re we feeling now?” She replied with a broken and twisted forced smile. “I’m alright now. I’m sorry for being so dramatic. I was just really stressed.” She gave him a half smile while his face turned into a comforting wide grin.

“You call this stressed? You call this dramatic? Here’s a fun fact; Octopuses eat themselves when they’re stressed. They just go complete cannibal on themselves. Now that’s dramatic. Sirius not letting us touch his hair because and I quote, ‘Your filthy hands don’t deserve me and my hair’. That’s dramatic. This? This is just a good ole cry. Letting out frustrations. Don’t worry about it. Happens to all of us.” James was trying to make her laugh because that’s all he wanted to see in her eyes and on her lips right now. But she just stared at him with a blank face.

“Who told you that?” she whispered.

“Well, Sirius reminds us on a daily basis. Never stops really. We once touched his hair while he was asleep and he-“

“No, the octopus fact. Who told you that?”

“Oh. Um, my soulmate. She’s always telling me these random animal and magical creature facts. Like how lobsters can live forever. How crazy and easy it is to breed a basilisk even though it’s illegal. She even dreams of them. She once had a dream she was riding through a forest on a unicorn while being chased by a giant. She told me once that she wants to be a magizoologist. I just know she’s going to be wonderful, whenever I meet her.” A smile adorned his lips as he talked lovingly about his soulmate.

He talked about her like she was the most precious thing in the whole universe. And to him, she was.

While on the other hand, Y/N’s world was crashing down around her and she stared at him talk about his soulmate perplexed.

The thing was that she already knew that octopuses eat themselves when they get stressed.  It was not that long ago she had found that out and had excitedly told her soulmate. She had told her soulmate about how lobsters can live forever. She had told her soulmate how to breed a basilisk. She had dreamed just a few days ago of riding a unicorn while being chased by a giant. She had told her soulmate she wanted to be a magizoologist.

It was just a coincidence, right?

She suddenly became really aware of how she was still sitting between James’s arms. How his fingers were unconsciously drawing doodles on her back. How close her face was to his.

She abruptly pushed herself out of his arms. He gave her a confused look before realizing the compromising position they had been in just mere second ago. His whole face lit up red like a lantern.

All of it was too much for Y/N to handle. And she could certainly not wrap her head around her thoughts of the sudden realization when James was looking so adorable with his flaming cheeks, ears and neck.

So, she did the only thing she could possibly do right now.

She ran.

She ran out of the courtyard and out of his sight without another word or even a glance, leaving him sitting by himself on the grass in the middle of the courtyard.

His gaze followed her until she was out of sight.

“A thank you would’ve been nice,” James grumbled to himself as he stood up.

“Thank you James for being there for me and sorry for making you completely wet and missing your breakfast.” He said to himself in a high pitched girly voice before realizing his words and blushing again.

“Merlin help Moony.”

[thesolotomyhan]

Narcos México: Dating them would include: (2/7)

Alright! I just want to say really quick, thank you for the support and love from all of you corazones de melon. Sorry this took so long but part 2 of the head cannons is here! Please don’t be mad at me😅 and I hope you enjoy this one as well! 💕

Warnings: NSFW! 

I’m already sobbing, I’m so soft for my Arellano Boys ok

GOD, Benjamin is such a romantic King

You’ve made him weak in the knees ever since he first laid eyes on you

You are the reason he keeps pushing everyday and the reason he wants to be so successful

No quiere que te haga falta nada en la vida ,,, he wants to be the one you lean on and vice versa,, I’m crying 🥺

LOOK, Benjamin’s goal with you is to just make you happy and build a family with you because tu eres el amor de su vida

He’s so stupidly in love with you it’s heart-wrenching,,

I just-,,, he has the biggest heart eyes for you, you’re doing literally anything and he’s falling in love with you all over again

For Benjamin, family comes first, we’ve seen that, so he HAS to know what you’re doing, where you're going, when your coming back, call him to know you got there safely,,, Every single day

He’s a Protective King ™ , sue me

GOD, do not get me started on how he would get when your pregnant-

He will loose his fucking mind if you don’t tell him where your going today

He can’t help but panic if he has no clue where your at, because in his defense, Tijuana is dangerous

It’s obviously no secret that your his soft spot, especially with that look he gives you when you walk into the room as if you just hung the stars

He separates his business work with your private lives because he doesn’t really want you to be so close with the dangerous business, he wouldn’t like having that weight on your shoulders

I can’t,,, I don’t know why but,, look, you want to take care of this man so imagine taking him lonche everyday🥺

Like, imagine coming into his office with his container of lonche and he’s just softly smiling at you as he makes room for you to sit on his lap

He’s always scolding you though, for coming to visit him but how is he going to deny you the food you made for him-

And Even though he doesn’t like to show as much PDA in front of his workers, (because he believes it’s more intimate in privacy,) he still can’t help himself but give in to you

Cue forehead kisses and giving you a loving smile when you come and visit him at the warehouse

We’ve also seen how Benjamin can stress tf out when business doesn’t move fast and smoothly

And everyone in the family knows that your the only one to clear his mind and make him smile, make him relax

Like Whenever Benjamin is on the verge of bursting a blood vessel, Enedina is already calling you a car to get you there ASAP

Like, that time the Sinaloans trashed his supply truck with the pig and he’s swearing about “putos sinaloenses”

Just arriving at the right moment and going up to him and dragging him away as you grab his cheeks and making him focus on just you to calm him down as you play with the ends of his hair, ugh 🥺

Everybody swears your a present sent from god himself,, like sighs of relief are being let out when you arrive

Anyways, before I get too carried away-

He’s not a big fan of taking you to fancy restaurants and such

He believes that the gestures of simple love is the way to go, he doesn’t think giving you the extravagant gifts can compare and show how much he loves you

Don’t get me wrong though, he’ll buy you something really nice and heartfelt when your both celebrating something like an anniversary or something

But he prefers a special homemade dinner in the privacy of your own home, es mucho mas especial

But He shows his love physically, like every morning and night he tells you how much he loves you

“No soy nada sin ti, mi amor” uggh I can’t-

It is his TOP priority to always give you a good night and good morning kiss on your lips , he can’t keep away from your soft lips on his-

He also needs to just be touching you whenever you're near, it makes him feel secure that your safe right next to him

He’ll have his arm around your waist or your arms linked as he leads you around the place

You cannot tell me that y’all wouldn’t cuddle when you sleep, like it’s so comfortable for you because your sleeping on his chest, but for him it’s a sense of security because he’s keeping you safe while you sleep🥺

One of his favorite parts of the day is coming home to you, it’s the time where he can let go of himself and just. b r e a t h e

This man will never admit it out loud but he feels so damn proud of himself whenever he accomplishes something, like the time he convinced Miguel to input more coke through his plaza and your just so proud of him for being able to do that

Ya’ know you’re loving up on him and constantly praising him, his heart just fucking soars

Ooohhh, being best friends with Enedina because she just fucking adores how with just one look from you, Benjamin is following you like a lost puppy

I can just see how she’ll want to take you out for a girls day and leaving behind a grumpy and pouty Benjamin,, she’s definitely throwing that shady, smugly smile at him

Ah shit, I can imagine as he’s watching you both leave, Ramon or Francisco’s ass is walking up behind Mín and just smugly saying

“Pues, ya embarazala, cabrón, para que tienes a alguien que te destrae”

The LOOK Benjamin throws because the fucking Audacity

My heart hurts,, I just know Benjamin would be one to hug you from behind, and kiss your neck as he murmurs just how much he fucking adores and loves you

Can you just imagine, the way he would look at you in the morning as your putting on his shirt to go make breakfast, I’m crying

DomesticSoft Benjamin makes me ugly sob

Your relationship is so full of soft love, it’s just- chefs kiss👌

NSFW:

Again, I’m sobbing,, sex for Benjamin is something he will take seriously, he’s only comfortable with what your comfortable with

The KING of the softest but earth shattering sex

Benjamin is taking his time undressing you, he’s not one to rush into things even though he’s desperate to be inside of you

He’s definitely kissing newly exposed skin every time he takes an article of clothes off of you

Once he’s level with you, in between your thighs, your already throwing your head back before he’s even touching you, like you already know how he’s going to make you feel

this man loves eating you out while your pulling and running your fingers through his hair

He’s humming into your core and looking at how your losing your mind, he gets drunk off that feeling

Like he’s also on the verge of coming right then and there just by the way your saying his name

Every time you both have sex, he HAS to make you cum at least twice with his mouth, I’m sorry I don’t make the rules

He’s the one that while your coming down from your high, he’ll kiss trails up your stomach, to your neck, and finally your lips

Benjamin is one to grab hold of your hand with your fingers intertwined and rest them near your head as he pushes into you

GOD, he rests his forehead on yours as you both let out breathy moans and stare into each other - wow

“Mirate, mi hermosa mujer, te ves tan bella aquí en nuestra cama, solo para mi”

Like I said, EYE CONTACT is a must,

If you even try to close your eyes from how good he’s making you feel, he’s gently grabbing your face and in a demanding husky voice he’s saying

“Mirame” -wow👀

he lives for seeing how you react to his movements, ok

One of Benjamin’s favorite positions is you writhing below him with one of his hands gripping your thigh around his hip while the other hand is either, 1) gripping your hand or 2) grasping the sheet near your head

He loves the sight of you being on top of him as well, like he’s sitting up, gripping both of your hips as his thumb stimulates your clit as your trying to bounce to meet his thrusts

Your biting your lip as your nails are digging into his shoulders, just so many emotions are being thrown around the two of you-

Or he’s laying completely on his back while you’re bouncing on top of him, scratching down his chest-

What. A. View.

Look, Benjamin needs to know he’s actually making you feel good🥺, so he’s pulling out all the tricks when you try to stifle your mewls,

it’s music to his ears when he hears you let out the noises that he’s making you feel

He loves watching how your body literally shakes when he brings you to your orgasms, mi diosa, is all he thinks about as he intensely watches you

I can see that’s there’s times where you come to drop off his lonche, like any innocent day as you take your place on his lap,,

And you’re trying to tell him this crazy scene you saw on your way to his office but all he responds with are hums that he’s listening to you as his hand travels in between your thighs and he’s kissing down your neck and shoulders

Like, look at his fucking fingers...

Your squirming because like, the blinds to his office aren’t even fucking closed but by the looks of it, Benjamin isn’t one bit worried

“Amor, sigue diciéndome lo que viste”

As he’s pushing a finger into you,

Ok, wow,

this just leads to sneaky office desk sex, where you’re both trying your best to stay quiet because Benjamin was being needy and couldn’t keep it in until he was home

But lemme tell ya, when parties are being thrown at Roxanne, this man is making you scream in his office because

“Nadie nos escucha, amor”

He just gets a fucking hard on imagining you on his desk, with your legs spread, chanting his name- ok

But so far, you’ve both done a surprisingly good job of no one finding out

*Stress Relieving Blowjobs*

I can see this happening when he comes home fuming and cussing about some bs his workers pulled

or at his office where he would hole himself up in, like the grumpy Mín we know

All I know is that your just walking up to him where he’s seated and giving him a shoulder rub as you move to stand in front of him

You slowly get down to your knees as you capture his fiery attention,

“Relájate, mi amor, solo dame tu atención”

While you're pulling his cock out and giving him the best blow of his life

Like what a truly beautiful sight, his head is thrown back as he lets out low grunts

He definitely got teased once by Enedina once you left him on cloud 9 in his office after his temper tantrum, she’s just all like,

“Qué? Necesitabas que tu esposa viniera a chuparte para que puedas volver a funcionar?”

Again, with the annoyed look he throws her

You cannot tell me otherwise that this man will pepper your face in kisses post sex, praising how good you were and how much he loves you

He will caress your back as you fall asleep on his chest and he just closes his eyes as he breathes in your scent because, wow, he’s that King 👑

You are his queen, so you best believe he’s going to take care of you and make your love as passionate as he can

[tonictransistor]

Fairness || Modern Jedi

A/N: I’m not really sure what warnings to put on this, I never do. There is some fairly aggressive force choking and uhhh Kylo gets really emotional. Otherwise some fairly tame powerplay type stuff and uhh degradation. Maybe near-death experiences just to be safe. A tiny sprinkling of angst and a tiny bit of fluff; sugar and spice. Slap on a long drawn out orgasm and my fairly inconsistent pacing and you’ve got a decent fic on your hands. 

This is an idea that I’ve had floating around in my head for a while so it was nice to finally get it down. Hope y’all enjoy!

"I want to hear you say it." Kylo growled into your ear.

You whined, shaking your head as you covered your face from embarrassment. Suddenly you felt like it was a mistake to leave him alone with AO3 open. Every saved fic, every sick and depraved fantasy you've had of him was suddenly open to him and he was taking full advantage of it. As if he needed the help. 

"No?" He said in a deceptively soft voice. "I understand, perhaps I should stop then." Pushing himself up, he pulled out of you, settling back onto his knees. Kneeling above you, he began stroking his cock, eyes locked on yours. 

"No no no Kylo, please." You practically sobbed from the loss of contact. He knew you were too wound up to just let him stop now. He knew you would give him what he wanted. And he was right. 

"You know what I want. And I know what you want. How about you stop playing this game with me and just give in." He paused only to let out a deep groan as his hand stuttered over his cock. "Before I make myself cum." The sound of his voice seemed to send shockwaves through your body and you wondered if it was a Force trick. You always forgot he still had those abilities until he showed them off. 

Gods you hated this. Fucking smug asshole.

"Say it. I can practically feel it on the tip of your tongue; Just let go." 

"Please, Supreme Leader." You finally said. 

Kylo gave a smug look that hinted all too well at those Solo genes of his. He leaned forward and placed one hand on your side while the other stayed on his cock. The way he towered over you made your size difference all too apparent and again you found yourself cursing your Fic history. 

"What was that? I don't think I heard you." He taunted as you could feel him position himself over your cunt. With the slightest thrust of his hips, you could feel the head of his cock rub against your clit. Desperately you tried to move your hips with his, but the second you managed to get some good friction going you felt an invisible force holding you still causing you to whine again. 

"None of that, not until I hear you. Say it like you mean it." He was really dragging this out, making sure you were fully aware of the power he had over you. 

"Fuck," You exclaimed. "Please Supreme Leader fuck me please god damn you fucking asshole." The words came as one long, loud demand; the annoyed desperation apparent. 

All at once, you felt his cock slam into you and his hand squeeze around your throat. 

"Watch your mouth." Kylo growled. 

In an attempt to hide any sign of your enjoyment, you bit your lip to hold back your whines, but that was near impossible. With each thrust Kylo made, you were pushed further into the mattress. Your entire bed frame was moving with such force you were sure that the supports would break or leave marks in the wall or both. Kylo made sure to pull every possible noise from your lips to claim as his victory over you. 

"Look at you whining for me like a little slut." He ground out through clenched teeth. "What would your beloved General think if he saw you, heard you, his precious little kitten." Kylo taunted really driving things home. 

"Fuck, that isn't fair." You complained. 

"Fair? Don't fucking talk to me about what's fair." You knew you struck a nerve, a sudden fire flaring up in his eyes. "I'm who knows how far from my own galaxy, I have to put up with strange--fandom nonsense on a near daily basis. Your trash planet has made my [i]entire[/i] life into some joke," As his voice rose, you suddenly felt that invisible grip tighten on your throat to a point beyond your comfort. 

A million thoughts ran through your mind in an instant. Was this really how you were going to go? Choked to death by Kylo Ren in a manner eerily similar to that of Padme and Anakin? All while being fucked? It was a wild thought for sure. 

"And above all that--" He stopped speaking suddenly, cutting himself off. In an instant his entire demeanor changed. The fire once in his eyes was cooled by the waters of regret and what you could argue as homesickness. It was a look you had seen in him only twice before, that stupidly hot teary eyed, pouty-lipped look. If you weren't on the verge of passing out, you'd laugh about the fact that he was seriously about to cry during sex. 

Almost as quickly as the look came, it vanished and with it the crushing force grip on your throat. 

There was a moment of silence between the two of you. A moment of understanding, which, while you were glad to have, you still had his hard cock inside of you and it was mildly distracting you from being the emotional support he needed in that exact moment. 

 "You're such a needy slut." Kylo said with a laugh, and as if nothing had even happened, he started to fuck you again. Though his thrusts were still very deliberate and still had a certain amount of force to them, the entire mood was different. The emotional bond that was inadvertently bridged made things softer, as cliche as that sounded. 

Your orgasm seemed to sneak up on you. One perfectly timed thrust made Kylo's cock hit you in just the right way that made your entire body tense. A sharp whine passed your lips as you clenched around his length and waves of pleasure washed over you like the slow waves of a calm sea. It was admittedly anticlimactic, given the intense build up, but still just as satisfying. 

In your euphoria, you almost didn't notice Kylo slowing to a near stop. You clenched around him as if you were trying to hold him inside of you.

"You aren't going to cum for me?" You asked in the sweetest voice you could muster. After all this, you couldn't just let him go unfinished. At this point he had definitely earned the right. "What good am I to my Supreme Leader if I can't make him cum?" With those words, you pushed him over so that you could get on top of him. 

You placed your hands flat on chest as you began to ride him, slowly at first, searching for the perfect rhythm. Once you found it though, you really went for it. You could feel his muscles tense under your hands as you rode him. He said nothing but you could see it on his face that he was close. Speeding up your pace, you were eager to see this through to the end and in an experimentive gesture, you pinched his nipples. The look of confusion he gave you quickly turned to one of completion as he thrust into you and came. 

With a lazy, satisfied smile you pulled off of him and collapsed at Kylo's side and in a slightly uncharacteristic gesture, he used the force to throw the comforter over the two of you. 

"Next time, use your hand." Your voice finally broke the uncomfortable silence that seemed to last way too long. He gave you a look of confusion. "When you choke me, next time use your hand." You demonstrated the motion on him, your fingers brushing over the scar from his fight on Starkiller. 

"What, so I can give your colleagues more reason to give me weird looks?" He scoffed. 

"Okay first of all, colleagues makes it sound like I work somewhere important, just say coworkers. And no so I can make things weird by telling people how I enjoyed it when they come at me with questions of concern." You laughed. Kylo cracked a small smile, which is exactly what you were looking for. He never smiled enough and you always made it a point to try and fix that. 

There was a moment of awkward silence between you after that as you contemplated addressing the other elephant in the room. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You asked. 

“No.” 

Honestly, you didn’t expect any other answer but you at least wanted to make an attempt. Canon had lead you to believe that this man had gone years with having his feelings ignored and you wanted him to know that that didn’t have to be the case anymore. That it was okay for him to open up if he needed to. Though you wanted to leave things at that and respect his answer, you simply wanted one final question answered. 

”Do you miss her?”You broadcasted the thought as loud as you imagined you could, hoping he would give you an answer. 

Simply he stated, “Yes.” 

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A/N: I want to make it PAINFULLY CLEAR that he’s talking about missing his MOTHER. 

[howdoyousleep3]

i look like all you need

I can’t stop someone send help immediately. 

My first Daddy!Bucky and Twink!Steve fic! It was supposed to be much smaller but I genuinely got carried away with this one. I hope you love it as much as I do. Posting to AO3 but bc I planned to post here originally I’m sticking with it. 

ENJOY. 😘

Steve stands there, chest trembling with a feel of fight or flight (although in this case it feels like fight or fuck), staring back into dark stormy eyes, a challenging and confident gaze he has become acquainted with over the past few months. His eyes flick down to where James’ jaw twitches and clenches, down to where his fingers tick against the wood of the desk he leans back on. Steve knows what that means, knows that is an indicator that Steve is testing the fuck out of Daddy’s patience, but Steve doesn’t care, has been in a mood all morning, all day, and he’s ready to fight.

“Steve,” James starts, voice so low and so deep, a shiver running down Steve’s spine, “Baby, you can either come here and stand in front of me…or I’ll drag you by your fucking hair and put you there. Choose.” Steve feels like pouting, wants to add a kick and a stomp to his already pouty bottom lip, but he’s fuming, part of him wanting to tell Daddy to go fuck himself. The other part of him wants to purr, “Yes, Daddy,” and in turn see that sweet smile James gives only him as he settles between the older man’s thighs.

James’ frustrated sigh of disappointment is enough to make Steve take a hasty step forward, one he had no intention of taking, but within less than ten steps he’s standing in front of James, looking down at his feet before looking up at the older man. Although he has done what James asked of him, he does not look pleased. He stares back at Steve and he knows what is coming, just knows that James is going to push Steve, make him do the one thing he knows Steve hates when he is in this mood—

Break him.

Steve hates that the idea of James being mean and laying into him, calling him names and smacking him around, makes him hotter than anything else does. He hates the voice that James gets, that condescending tone, that lullaby sing-songy voice, hates that Steve loves being humiliated and treated like a dirty slut. But that’s what James always tells him—Steve is a slut. That Steve is a big slut, lives and breathes and aches for James to put him in his place and feed him his cock in any way he can get it.

He hates how right James is.

James looks at him, gives him a slow once-over, up and down, and then mumbles, “Knees…”. Steve’s legs go a little numb at the command, his kneecaps weak, but he manages to remain standing, stares back at James much too confidently for someone who is going to be begging to suck a cock in less than ten minutes. James’ eyebrow flicks up in feigned surprise, mouth falling open a tad to let out a breath of a chuckle, tilting his chin up as his tongue rapidly runs across his bottom lip. Steve wants to chase it with his own tongue.

“You’re in some type’a mood today, doll,” James starts, a glint in his eye that Steve can’t interpret right away, and it happens so fast yet so slow, Steve watches it all go down, but does absolutely nothing to stop James’ sizeable hand from digging into his hair. He cries out, bites back a whimper, won’t give that to Daddy, and James’ lips are at his ear, cheek pressed against cheek.

“Usually are gaggin’ to give into Daddy, honey. Feelin’ stubborn today? Feel like bein’ a brat?” Steve chooses not to respond but he doesn’t think he would have been given the chance to in the first place. James’ hand is tight in his hair, right on the verge of making Steve tear up, and his voice is so low and thick like honey in his ear. It all makes Steve question why he wasn’t dropping to his knees, nuzzling into Daddy’s groin, and apologizing.

“You gonna make me push you to the floor or you gonna drop there on your own, sugar?” James kisses his temple sweetly, tightening his fingers in Steve’s hair, making his eyes water some more. “See how nice I’m bein’? Givin’ you one more chance to be sweet for me? You seem to be havin’ a rough day, so I’ll do that for you—give you that extra chance.”

Steve feels his resistance begin to slip away. Daddy is being so nice to him, so nice when he doesn’t need to be, but Steve can still feel the simmer underneath. They’ve been working on his temper, on the delicate balance between Steve’s independence and his desire to be a sweet little boy for Daddy and it has been one hell of a road. It is yet another reminder as to how sweet James has been to him, how patient and accommodating.

Steve drops to his knees. He has gotten good at it, makes it look graceful for someone his size, and James’ hand is still in his hair, grip loosening to let the younger man fall to the floor. James purrs, leans back to rest against the desk once more, pulling Steve with him by his hair. The forward motion makes him crawl a little, makes him whine and fall forward to nuzzle into James’ inner thigh. It is by sheer accident that he tips forward in such a way, but he embraces it, whimpers as he moves to nuzzles at James’ hip, his groin.

James coos, his hand moving to glide through and pet at Steve’s hair, whispers a casual, “There he is,” and Steve feels a little more of the fight within him relax, seep away. “Always wantin’ to fight it, honey, and I know we’re learnin’ but you should know that it feels good to let go for Daddy by now.” Steve just whimpers, feels a knot form in his throat, maybe his pride, and he swallows it down with another noise as he nuzzles closer to James’ thick thigh.

“S’just hard sometimes, Daddy,” he reminds James in a small voice and god is it sometimes so hard to yield to the older man. Steve is incredibly stubborn, as equally independent, and finding James and embarking on this relationship has been so challenging but so rewarding. Meeting James and having him see immediately through him, see that he wants to be a good boy and wanted a Daddy and wanted to submit, has been one of the best things to ever happen to him. People look at Steve and quickly think his masculine appearance means he is straight and dominant, wants to rough people around, and while he has had more of those experiences, they could not be more wrong.

Steve has been seeing James for only a few months, but in that time, they have made great strides in terms of laying the groundwork for their relationship, of breaking the blonde down, of making him into the perfect little boy for the both of them. Steve loves feeling like the best boy for Daddy, but some days are harder than others. This is a hard day.

Steve’s next breath is shaky, his chest expanding and filling with the feeling of regret, but he has no time to wallow when James’ hand in his hair tightens, pulls his head back. A thumb rubs along his bottom lip and he hadn’t realized his eyes were closed until he is opening them and blinking up at James’ face, trying to interpret his gaze. Daddy doesn’t seem happy, but Steve has also seen much angrier looks directed at him and he tries not to relish in the thrill of having absolutely no idea the direction James is going to go from here.

“I’m glad you’ve come to your senses, sugar,” James starts, voice low and hot and sweet like warm honey, making Steve’s eyelids flutter, making his tongue flick out against James’ thumb like it has a mind of his own. James yanks at Steve’s hair, pulls his head back as he lets the younger man suck his thumb deeper into his mouth like it’s nothing, like it doesn’t make Steve whine a little bit, like he isn’t wishing it were Daddy’s cock instead.

“Y’know I love it when you’re stubborn, love breakin’ you down, but love it when you’re sweet even more than that. Love when you’re my sweet boy. Don’t you love that, baby? Doesn’t it make you feel good? Bein’ so good for Daddy?”

When will he learn? James has reminded him of this time and time again, reminding him that Steve loves being Daddy’s boy, hates how it makes him feel when Daddy has to tell him he’s being bad, reel him in from his high place. He may be a slut for the punishment and pain but he hates disappointing James. He feels his throat grow tight, feels his eyes grow a little heavy with moisture. He whines around James’ thick thumb, runs his tongue up the length of it, and Daddy pulls his thumb back with a small sweet noise at seeing Steve begin to breakdown a little bit.

“M’sorry, Daddy, m’so sorry,” he mumbles, fingers flying up to tear and tug at James’ pants, his thighs, his zipper but his frantic behavior is cut short by a sharp tight smack on his cheek, his head jolting back into James’ grip on his hair more. Steve cries out, a pathetic noise, and Daddy is bending down to spit out a harsh, “Hands down, boy.” Steve lets out a little sob, throws his hands down by his sides, lets James hold him down, lets him feel the pull of his hair. He snatches at Steve’s chin with his opposite fingers, grip somethin’ fierce as he adds on, “You think I’m gonna let you have my cock after you show up here at my office bein’ a fuckin’ brat and makin’ a scene? Have you lost your fuckin’ mind?”

He has, he completely has. In less than three minutes James has taken Steve from cursing and fiery to weepy and damn near gagging for it. James’ eyes are dark, steely, and narrowed as he searches Steve’s own eyes, grips his chin so tight he feels his teeth ache. “That isn’t a rhetorical question, doll—Have you lost your fuckin’ mind?” Steve knows why James is making him answer this question in full, knows it’s so the younger feels more than a little humiliated, so he comprehends the severity of his behavior, but Steve hates it. He breathes out a soft, “Yes, Daddy,” as clearly as he can and then he’s shoved back a little, grip on his chin and on his hair gone all at once.

Steve manages to catch himself before he falls ass-backwards into the middle of James’ office, hands falling behind him to catch himself, settling first onto his knees and then back onto his calves. His vision is hazy and it takes him a few sniffles to realized he has tears streaming down his face, mind already feeling a little fuzzy. It also takes him a few seconds to realize that Daddy is leaning back against his desk again but that he is reaching for his pants, pulling down his zipper, and—

Fuck.

Daddy pulls his cock and balls out through the hole of his zipper, doesn’t even unbutton his pants, and Steve feels himself go hot all over at the sight. He knows Daddy gets hard at the sight of Steve crying at his feet, making Steve agree with him on pointed and humiliating questions, but the view from down here on his knees never ceases to take his breath away. Daddy is hard, cock already angry-looking, sticks up and out, giving Steve a beautiful view of his heavy balls. Steve wants to put them in his mouth, soothe him, choke on it, feel his cock shoot off in his mouth.

Now Steve has gone from weepy and damn near gagging for it to weepy and desperate. He feels himself chub up a little in his pants, knows his neck has the starts of a flush running down to his chest, knows he needs to try harder to make sure Daddy doesn’t know he’s more than ready to beg at his feet to get Daddy’s cock in his mouth. Steve hope is that James starts to touch himself, shows Steve how he knows how to work his own erection, hopes he gets to see the wet dream that is James Barnes fucking his own thick cock in his fist.

But…Daddy doesn’t do anything. He doesn’t reach for himself, doesn’t stroke his length, doesn’t even acknowledge that he has taken his cock out of his pants. He simply lets it sit there hard as a rock, straight out, letting out little jumps from time to time. It’s distracting, incredibly so, and it’s a brilliant move on James’ part; there isn’t anything more distracting to Steve than Daddy’s cock.

“I know we’ve been working on our communication and our patience, baby but you comin’ up to my office in such a manner is entirely unacceptable. Nod your head if you understand.”

Steve nods his head.

“You have your equal say in this relationship, you know that. Y’have your own desires and needs but you have no right demanding anything from me and you especially don’t have the right to do so in my workplace. Nod your head if you understand.”

Steve sniffles, nods his head. His eyes easily fall down onto Daddy’s cock, so thick and for the most part still hard. Steve knows what it feels like in his mouth, heavy and hot, and he wants it, wants to nuzzle and lick and suck at it. His own cock starts to turn achy at the combination of things: the position he is in, James’ voice, his authoritative tone, Daddy’s cock just there and for the taking.

Steve wants it bad.

A snap and a bark of a “Steven!” drag him right out of his dirty thoughts immediately and his face burns in embarrassment, leads him to whimper in response to seeing the amused yet incredulous look on James’ face.

“Did you hear what I said?” His voice is leveled and low even as Steve continues to test the fuck out of his patience. Steve just bites his lip and shakes his head.

“Why? Why didn’t you hear what I said?” No, not this question, anything but this question. Steve just lets out another pathetic noise, wiggles where he sits. James growls, makes an very unhappy noise, and Steve whimpers out, “Was…was distracted, Daddy I’m sorry!” James sighs, runs his hand across his chin, along his jawline. His cock continues to sit there.

“What were you distracted by?” This question is even worse, Steve doesn’t like this question. He’s expected to pretend like Daddy’s cock isn’t sticking out in front of his face? Like Daddy isn’t leaning back against his desk with his thick thighs framing an equally proportionate cock hanging out of his pants like he wasn’t the one to take it out in the first place? Steve looks down at Daddy’s cock for a solid few seconds before looking back up at his face. Daddy knows the answer, can see it reflected in his stormy eyes and his small smirk, but he is still going to make Steve answer.

“Answer me, boy—what were you distracted by?” Steve’s gut clenches.

“Daddy’s cock…”

James lets out a purr of a chuckle, clicks his tongue and looks down at himself, both hands resting on the desk on either side of him. It’s an open position of power, of confidence, and it makes Steve want to gag on James’ cock.

“You that easy, sugar? Distracted by a cock when Daddy’s tryin’ to talk to you? Huh?”

Steve whines some, bites his lip some more, flushes all over yet again. His noise implies he disagrees with James and it makes him hold his hand up to cease Steve’s feigned noises.

“No, baby don’t. That may have sounded like a question I wanted you to answer but it was rhetorical; I know you’re a little slut for a good cock. Maybe not even a good one like Daddy’s. You’d take any cock you could get and say thank you.”

Mother fuck.

“Am I right?” James asks staring straight at Steve on the floor and the younger doesn’t miss how Daddy’s cock twitches a little. Steve is trembling where he kneels, feels James’ words bounce around his head like a pinball in a pinball machine. Steve is a slut, always has been ever since he began exploring his sexuality, and he’s a proud one at that. He knows James is not poking fun at him, is not making him feel bad for how sexual of a being he is. In fact, James is proud of his slutty little boy, He’s simply reminder Steve how much he loves cock, how much he wants Daddy’s to himself in this moment. It’s part of his punishment.

“Yes, Daddy,” he almost moans, holding back his hips from thrusting up into the air for any kind of purchase, and James doesn’t hold back his smirk this time, the twinkle in his eyes. “Love that about you, sugar,” Daddy reminds him, just to be sure, and Steve preens under the small praise, under the word “love” coming out of Daddy’s mouth. But then James is sighing and oh that isn’t a good noise, sounds like a disappointed one, makes Steve huff at the tease of being put on his knees and humiliated to having Daddy’s praise back to feeling naughty.

“Got my cock out for a reason, knew it would be a distraction for ya. Did you think Daddy was going to let you suck him off?” Steve can’t hold back the moan he lets out this time at James’ words, so hopeful and high, digs his fingertips into the tops of his knees as he nods his head in answer, not trusting his own voice. James chuckles fondly, a little meanly, chides, “Yeah, I knew you’d love that, doll, you love Daddy’s cock. That’s why I got it out to remind you of what good boys get and what naughty boys don’t deserve.”

Steve shakes his head immediately, whines, “No, Daddy nooo,” because he knows what is coming, knows what James is getting at here. He watches with tear-filled eyes as the brunette brings his hand down to finally curl a fist around his length, to stroke himself painfully slow, wringing out a few drops of precome to Steve’s utter delight. When James moans softly Steve bites his lip so hard the pain makes him cry out a little. His own erection throbs in his jeans, makes his hips actually roll a little this time.

“No sweet little noises and puppy dog eyes’ll get you outta this one, baby. Daddy can’t give you what you want when you’ve been so bad.” James’ voice is but a murmur as he touches himself, so hypnotic, like a lullaby, and Steve can’t help but mewl a bit at the internal struggle he faces. He wants Daddy’s cock, is all achy for it, but he wants to be good for Daddy and that entails not complaining and not begging. He wants Daddy’s cock but Steve doesn’t deserve it and that is a tough pill to swallow, especially when he watches Daddy drop his head back between this shoulder blades, hears him groan. James makes the hottest noises when he touches himself, different than the ones he lets out when Steve is the one bringing him pleasure. Steve’s mouth waters.

“Was gonna fuck your face as a punishment, thought about it, but you’d like it too much.”

Steve makes a small noise in acknowledgement. He loves when Daddy uses his mouth as a warm wet hole to get off in.

“That thought process helped me realize exactly what your punishment should actually be, sweetheart,” James tells him, dropping his hand back down to the desk, his angry cockhead all red and engorged and yummy. Steve holds his breath.

“I need to come after seein’ my strong boy submit to me and get all sweet and cry on me. I’m gonna touch myself—” Steve lets out a whimper of a noise that sounds dan awful lot like the word “no”, “—and I’m gonna come all over those pretty tits. If you’re good I’ll give you a little in your mouth but you’re not comin’ tonight, boy. Not after that stunt you pulled earlier Do you understand?” Steve doesn’t but he does understand. He can’t comprehend that Daddy isn’t giving him his cock or letting him put it in his mouth and letting him jack it off in his hands. Daddy loves his mouth, tells him so every time he sucks Daddy off— “Wish I could live in this mouth, sugar. Y’fuck Daddy’s cock so well in that throat, fuck those lips should be illegal, goddamn.”

But he does understand why he is here, why he is on the floor and why he’s going to stay hard, why Daddy gets to come and why Steve doesn’t get to touch him like he wants to. He doesn’t get what he wants when he’s bad and he was so bad. Steve is so strong, so loyal and stubborn, rarely cries for fucks sake, yet here he is with his dick hard sniffling at his Daddy’s feet as fat tears roll down his cheeks. James is the only person that could break him down in such a way, make him feel such things.

Steve doesn’t know what he’d do without his Daddy.

“M’sorry, Daddy please, I understand I was so bad, m’sorry, please I promise to be better, please, Daddy,” Steve tries to get out but he’s hysterical, is sniffling and hiccupping at this point and can’t get two words out without needing to gasp for air. Bucky’s face does not reflect empathy, remains steely as he watches Steve beg and cry on the floor. His eyes are watery and after a few grueling seconds he hears James snap his fingers, gesture to his feet—“Shirt off, come here.”

Steve can’t move fast enough. Daddy makes a sharp noise when Steve goes to get to his feet and he doesn’t even miss a beat when he changes technique and crawls to close the gap between the two men. When he gets to James’ feet, as close as he can, he tears his shirt over his head, hair askew, cheeks wet, panting at this point. He doesn’t even know which direction he tosses his shirt in, doesn’t care, and Daddy is looking down at him unimpressed, cock unbelievably tempting and so close, if only—

“Put your hands behind your back.” Steve does so immediately which makes Daddy hum approvingly, makes his chest stick out a little more, tits on full display. Steve knows he has a large chest for a man, a narrow waist that accentuates that more, but James calls them his “tits” always has. Daddy loves his tits. The older man reaches down mid-hum to pinch at one of Steve’s nipples, smacking his hand down across it when Steve makes a high and feminie noise.

“Y’know Daddy loves these tits, doll. So pretty, all mine.” As he speaks he smacks his hand sporadically over Steve’s chest, pinches another nipple, and the blonde can’t help but cry out some more, can’t help but grin a little at James using the word “love” again. “Such a little slut,” James says softly, both in tone and adoration, “S’too bad I can’t use that slutty mouth’a yours, damn shame. Maybe you’ll remember that next time.” Steve will. God help him he will remember this moment his own action deprived him of getting his throat fucked by Daddy’s fat cock in his office.

James brings his hand down to his cock so quickly Steve doesn’t even realize for a few seconds that he’s jacking himself off right in front of his face. He starts off slow, lets himself savor the feel of his own hand working his own cock, exhales loudly. Steve wants to open his mouth, wants to work with James’ hand to make him come, wants to taste Daddy in his mouth.

He’s so sad.

“Tell me why you’re sorry, sugar,” James orders, voice tight, and Steve knows part of the reason Daddy is asking him this question is so Steve will whimper a little more, will shed a few more tears. Daddy loves breaking him down. No one does it better. Steve sounds desperate, like a whiney little bitch when he responds with, “I-I should have found a different way to talk to you about how I was…how I was feeling and why I felt the way I did.” James barely pauses, brings his palm up to his mouth before spitting into it, bringing it back down. Daddy wouldn’t need to spit into his own hand if Steve had been good; he could have had Steve’s mouth instead.

“Shouldn’t have thrown a fit, shouldn’t have yelled, shouldn’t have tried touching you when you didn’t say I could,” Steve watches Daddy’s fist fly over his cock, realizes it won’t take long for him to come, not when he’s been keyed up for a little while now. Steve whimpers. “You learn your lesson?” Daddy asks him and Steve enthusiastically nods his head, a rapid sloppy motions, whimpers, “Uh-huh, yes, Daddy I have I have, I’ll be better, I’ll do better next time.”

James lets out a soft groan, licks his bottom lip, growls, “Boy, you better. This is as much of a punishment for me as it is for you. Want that fuckin’ mouth, want you cryin’ different tears for me.” Steve wants that too, so much it hurts, lets out another pathetic noise at how much he wants that. “Open your mouth,” Daddy spits, his hand moving at a brutal pace over his cock, grip tight, wrist flicking a bit at the tip. Steve does so immediately, opens his mouth wide, tilts his head back even. He sticks out his tongue, moves in a little close, gets the tiniest taste of Daddy’s cock when he gets close enough.

“Tell me how much you want Daddy’s come,” is all James says with a gasp and Steve is nodding his head, spewing out, “Oh, Daddy I want it, want your come, you know I do. Love Daddy’s come, want it in my mouth, know I can’t have it but I love Daddy’s come in my mouth. Wish I could have that whole fuckin’ cock in my mouth, fucked down my throat, you know how I like it.” James is breathing heavily, both of them knowing that Steve’s whore mouth will push him over that edge, will make him come. Even though Steve is confident in that, he still feels a little hysterical, a little needy, a little floaty.

“You gonna come on these tits, Daddy? H-huh? Know you love these fuckin’ tits, know you love comin’ on ‘em. Want it, want Daddy to come all over my tits like a slut. Please? Will you c-come on my titties, Daddy? Maybe let me lick…lick some off? Just a ‘lil?”

James watches Steve’s mouth when he comes, both men wishing it were Steve’s mouth he was shooting off into instead. Steve presses his chest out some more, moans when he feels the first splatter of come hit his pec, his neck, feels his brain go a little fuzzy some more at the feel. Daddy is so good to him, brings his thumb back down to Steve’s mouth, shoves it in for him to suck on. Steve takes it with a shout of a moan as Daddy unloads on his chest, looks up at the older man with as much devotion he can muster in such a weak state. James isn’t loud when he comes, prefers to stay focused, but the heavy exhales and small groan Steve gets to hear make him immensely satisfied.

By the time Daddy is done coming, done letting his cock drool out what come is left, his chest is covered in spunk. James tucks himself away efficiently, takes his thumb out of Steve’s mouth, pats him on the cheek. The pat makes Steve aware of how gone he had become, how floaty he was there on his knees while Daddy came. He can feel James’ fingers moving through the mess some, feels some come get wiped on his bottom lip messily. He does what he can to hum out a thank you when he swipes his tongue to catch it and slurp it up.

There’s a hand in his hair, James’ hand, soothingly this time, sweet nonsense noises being pressed into his temple, his cheek, the top of his head. The hand in his hair glides through, pets him as Steve tries to focus some more, shakes his head. There are lips at his ear. “So sweet, baby we’re learnin’ aren’t we? Yeah? M’proud of you, s’my boy. You’re gonna move over by my desk here and you’re gonna sit there while I finish up some work. M’kay? Not gonna clean you up, gonna leave you a little dirty, just like you deserve.”

Steve hums, or so he thinks, looks up at James and grins.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

ILY!! 

[pcygoldenchild]

𝑅𝐸𝒟 𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸𝒩 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 8.5

🚨summary: You’re a dangerous woman in the mafia who gets a rather interesting relationship with 9 equally dangerous men who fall to your feet willing to please you.

🚨warnings: NSFW, violence, anal, cunnilingus/ fellatio, dirty talk, BDSM, sexual intercouse, gang bang, masturbation...(does not pertain to all parts)

𝒯𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝑜𝑜𝓃 2𝓅𝓂

You felt the bed dip on both sides of you but heard absolute silence. You were laying on your stomach, face in the pillow and under a thin sheet. You tried to sit up but let out a groan and flopped back down. You settled on turning over and were met with the eyes of 9 men around you. You closed your eyes and let out a deep breath before sitting up on your elbows looking at all of them with an annoyed expression.

“What do you all want?” you groan. You really didn’t want to talk to them right now and hoped they would let you sleep your anger and pain off. But you just weren’t lucky enough.

“We just wanted to check on you. It’s 2pm and you haven’t eaten or gotten out of bed.” Junmyeon said. Now that you look at them they were all really anxious and jittery. Exactly how they should be.

“I don’t need your check ups. I’m a grown woman. Or maybe you forget that.” you bite back. The events of last night were playing in your head over and over again and you didn’t know how to feel about it. It was your fault you got punished but you were strong willed.

“Baby-,” Minseok starts but is cut off by your hand. You sit up wincing at the pain in your ass and thighs. Chanyeol and Baekhyun who were on either side of you tried to help but you just swatted their hands away.

“I don’t want to hear it right now. You all can just leave me be.” you sigh out starting to get a headache. You hadn’t had time to think this all through yet and they were only making it worse for themselves.

“W-we can cook you s-something and get you some pain medicine. It’s r-really the least we c-can do.” Sehun stutters out. If you weren’t so angry you’d find his puppy eyes and pouting lips adorable. But right now wasn’t the time to coo at the maknae.

“I can do it myself. Now can you all leave? I won’t ask again.” you demand. They all just look at you and you could just see thier hearts breaking at your coldness. But you didn’t care right now. They should pay for what they made you feel. What did you feel? Why were you angry?

They accepted your wishes and left your room. You flopped back down and laid there for another hour just clearing your mind before your empty stomach and pounding headache nearly killed you. You got up wincing with every movement and stopped infront of the mirror. You looked fairly good except your face was all puffy and lips dry. You turned around and were greeted by a bruised ass. For fucks sake. What the hell Kyungsoo?

You put on a hoodie that was left on your vanity chair; probably Chanyeol’s or Jongdae’s you didn’t really care. You walked down the stairs and of course they were all sitting in the kitchen. On the counter were a bottle of pain killers, orange juice and water. You walked past them all and took the pills downing the water. Boy, were you thirsty. They were all watching you and you didn’t like it. You rolled your eyes before turning to start on something to eat.

“I actually made you all your favorite foods already. I thought you could use it.” Kyungsoo said rubbing his neck. He thought you could use it? No shit sherlock. Your ass has his stupid bruises all over it. You just cross your arms and wait for him to get your food. Sure you were mad but this was Kyungsoo. No one cooks like Kyungsoo and there was no amount of mad you could be to turn that down. He rushes to set up your late lunch and shoos Yixing out of a seat at the kitchen island. You go to sit down and start eating. You could feel them all staring at you and it was driving you crazy.

“Could you all stop staring like you care or something? It’s really annoying.” you say dropping your fork onto the plate.

“We do care baby. Why would you say that?” Chanyeol asks. They way they all looked so broken was making it really hard for you to keep up this angry demeanor. You we’re more confused than angry anyway.

“You don’t care. You couldn’t possibly care. You all punished me for something I didn’t sign up for in the first place. And now you want me to believe you all feel sorry? Please save the dramatics for someone else.” you snap out. You were actually angry about that. But if you were being honest, that was it. It’s not like you didn’t enjoy majority of your punishment. You were just never treated like that before. You didn’t know how to feel being so vulnerable infront of them.

“You didn’t listen to us. What did you expect would happen? You toyed with us and you knew what the consequences were. Don’t try to make this all our fault. We did what we had to.” Jongin snapped back standing up. He was right. But you were too damn stubborn to admit that.

“Fuck you.” you say as you get up and start to leave.

“You didn’t finish your food.” Baekhyun calls out to you. You turn around slowly and stare at him.

“Does it look like I’m hungry right now Baek?” you calmly say between your teeth.

“Enough is enough Y/N!” Junmyeon snaps slamming his hands into the marble counter making you jump. They’ve never used your real name before. Ever. He got up and dragged you all the way to your room. The others followed on your heels. He sat you between his legs on your bed facing the rest of the guys.

“Look at us. Do you seriously think we don’t feel bad for what happened? Regardless of if you wanted the rule to happen, we decided it would. And you are the submissive if you didn’t notice. So you listen to us. And what did you do? You blatantly disobeyed us and our wishes. You know what disobedient little girls get? They get punished. You got punished. And do you know why you’re so angry with us? It’s because this is the first time you’ve been in this position. But you know what? This is the first for us too. This is the first we had to punish someone we actually hated seeing so broken. But we’re not being dicks to you and telling you to fuck off. Because we love you and know that won’t do anything but make things worst.” he said holding your waist. You were on the verge of tears.

Your head was down and your hair covered your face, thankfully. You knew he was right. Every single thing he said was right. You were a stubborn brat and you really didn’t deserve them. You let out a small sniffle hoping they wouldn’t hear or notice your small body slightly curling into itself. Minseok came up to you and lifted your face to look at him. He wiped the small tears just descending from your eyes with his thumb, gently caressing your cheek.

“Don’t cry. We’re trying to make this better. We don’t like seeing you like this. We don’t like seeing you mad at us or sad. But you are quite stubborn and being stern with you is the only way to calm you down.” he said. You look into his beautiful eyes and can’t help but let more tears fall. You push away from them and run to your bathroom locking yourself in.

“Baby? Unlock the door. Come out and talk to us. Please?” Baekhyun knocks on the door. You didn’t want them to see you like this. You were confusing yourself. You knew you were only acting this way because you were falling for them so much. You couldn’t be mad at them. You couldn’t be anything but madly in love with them and that’s what scared you.

“Just...just go please.” you try to let out over your silent sobs but it comes out so small. You turn to go sit on the stool near your bathtub and trip on the shelf next to the door. There is a loud bang and you let out a groan of obvious pain. You look down and see a large cut on your thigh making you cry more. Your emotions were all over the place and everything was just building up. Not even a minute later the door opens and they all rush in to see you sitting on the floor holding your bloody thigh.

“What did you do?” Kyungsoo said rushing towards you. Yixing goes to get the first aid kit under your sink and comes to take your thigh. You look away from them, too ashamed and embarrassed.

“Baby what happened?” Yixing asks inspecting your cut. You don’t answer trying to collect yourself so you won’t cry anymore. Chanyeol comes and sits down to hold you while wiping your tears, putting your head in his chest.

“I tripped.” you whisper making Chanyeol lightly laugh. How embarrassing.

“You lock yourself in here to run away from us and instantly trip so bad you make your thigh bleed. What are we going to do with you?” he says making the others laugh to lighten the mood. You wrap your arms around him and hug him tightly.

“Love me.” is all you said. He kissed the top of your head and pulled your face to look at him. Your face fit so small in his big hands.

“We already do. Always will.” he whispered before kissing you. You pulled away to look at the others who had nothing but love in their eyes. You were still super embarrassed and couldn’t look at them for long so you decided to look at your thigh being treated. Yixing was already wrapping it up by the time you looked down.

“You’re under strict surveillance from now on young lady.” he says kissing your head. Jongin comes and picks you up to carry you all the way down stairs. He kept kissing your head and saying sorry for snapping at you earlier. But you didn’t want him apologizing, you didn’t want to see his pouty lips be because of you.

Once you were seated on the couch snug between Sehun and Jongdae, everyone seemed to pay attention to you. Kyungsoo brought you more food and basically sat infront of you and fed you. Sehun snuggled into your side, your big baby. Jongin played in your hair. You started a conversation about what it’s like to be you. What it’s like to be in the mafia and never really have a family. But somehow you were all content with the family that you all were in. It was strange yes, but it was perfect. You fell alsleep as they were still talking but before you drifted off completely into Jongin’s side, you listened.

“I think she’s asleep.” Baekhyun whispers.

“I don’t think she’ll ever really know what she means to us.” you heard Jongdae whisper.

“She will if we show her. If we continue to show her, she will never doubt it.” Junmyeon said.

“I’d spend every second of everyday showing her.” Chanyeol said. They all took a deep breath and like that you were fast asleep.

(I said this wouldn’t be so fluffy but as I kept writing it just took a massive turn. This is just basically a bonus chapter hahaha.

xoxo golden 🕊)

[1800areyouslapping]

Kinktober: Day 4, Dacryphilia (Crying)

This is kinda based off a fluffy musing that was sent in not too long ago. It’s still more angsty/fluffy than smutty.

Hanzo x Fem!Reader

You checked your phone as soon as you stepped out of the shower. Dripping wet and standing naked amongst all the steam. Nothing. Feeling like a child you pouted and threw that no-good-phone back on the counter. Hanzo, alongside others including his brother, were due back from a mission. You’d been waiting as patiently as a worried girlfriend could for the text message informing you he was back. It was a message eagerly expected to arrive several hours ago and never did. You swallowed down the urge to send one yourself--just a simple: “Hope you’re okay.” But you know better, he hasn’t sent word for a reason. 

So you continued to wait.

Your patience is rewarded as soon as you step out of your bathroom. “Oh!—” You jump back, placing a hand to your chest. Startled heart thumping rapidly under your palm. Speaking of the Devil. Hanzo’s sitting on your couch, brooding in the dark. True to form like the stoic man he is. “Hanzo, honey, you scared the hell out of me.”

A slew of questions come to mind: when did he get back? Why didn’t he let you know? But more important questions surface: what’s wrong? What happened? Was he hurt? Is he alright?

The obvious answer is: no. So you don’t bother asking; no need to be Captin Obvious. The deep frown on his face is too prominent, even for him. A sloppy slouched posture; unusual for a man who’s normally rigid as a thick metal pole. The culprit for his abnormal behavior: a bottle of liquor white knuckle clenched in his fist. A small porthole window in your dorm allows for enough moonlight to see that the bottle is nearly empty. Gut instinct tells you that he didn’t have any help getting it to that point.

At first, it surely must be the darkness playing tricks on you. Freezing up, you become week in the knees. Hanzo—Hanzo—your Hanzo looks to be on the verge of tears. Glassy eyes, a pouty lip. Your head spins. Both your heart and stomach sink to your feet. The mission… oh no. 

“Did someone die?” you ask.  

He shakes his head and waves a limp hand around. “No, no…”

Oh, thank God. You expel a breath of relief and pull your robe tighter around your body. You eye the bottle of liquor. Even if the damage is already done, you decide it’d make you feel better if you took it.

“Can I have that?” you ask as you point to the bottle. Hanzo gives it up easily, far easier than you were prepared for. The bottle slips from between his fingers. You’re no master assassin but you still stumbled fast enough to catch it out of the air before it crashed with the ground.

Hanzo emits a feeble chuckle. “Impressive.”

"Hush." You narrow your eyes at him and turn around to place the bottle safely on your desk, well out of his reach. 

With Hanzo at your back his heavy, labored breathing become the sole focus of your senses. What does he need? A glass of water and some aspirin come to mind. It’s too late for coffee, perhaps some tea. He’s better off passing out—

“I don’t belong in Overwatch,” Hanzo says. “I don’t,,, I d.” He takes a deep, shaky breath. “I don’t deserve to be counted amongst these honorable men and women--I, I’m a stain on this organization.”

You spin around. Can’t believe what you’re hearing. Mouth dropped open, hands placed on your hips like a disapproving mother. “Well, I disagree,” you say with conviction. “You’re not the only one here with a dark past.” 

Hanzo’s hand is outstretched to you silently begging you to come to him. All of his stubborn pride and confidence in himself just... gone; you never thought you’d see the day. It’d be a cold day in Hell; when pigs fly! so to speak. The first few of many many tears to come, roll down his cheeks. You feel as if you’re witnessing a very rare sight. Like watching an eclipse that only happens every decade or so. You step forward and as soon as your within reach he snatches up your wrist and pulls you into his lap. 

“Oof!” You get comfortable by straddling his hips before you don’t have a chance to readjust anymore. “Feel like telling me why you feel that way?”

Hanzo grunts; you take that as a: no. Alcohol may chase away his pride but it doesn’t seem to incline him to become much of a blabber. He buries his face into the neckline of your fluffy robe, wraps his arms around your waist and holds you tightly against him. His shoulders start to shake and by the time you’ve got your chin resting on top of his head he’s—sobbing, sniffling. Even if the depths of his sorrow are a mystery, you have some ideas, and it’s enough for you that he’s comfortable enough to wind up on your couch feeling so vulnerable.

Every time he squeezes you a little bit tighter sweet butterflies flutter in your belly. You rub his shaking back muscles. Relish in the warmth and the tingles that blanket over your skin. You’ll sit and comfort him for as long as he needs, ’til your robe’s soaked through with tears, or he just tires himself into sleep. He’s had a hard life and a culture that preaches that tears equal weakness. This must feel good, even if it doesn’t sound like it.

Deep, breath-stealing sobs and body shaking shoulders eventually fade into quiet sniffles and healthy breaths of air. Hanzo rubs his face against your robe so carelessly his wet cheeks eventually find their way to your bare chest. The first time he rubbed his face between your breasts, it was an accident. The second time possibly was as well. But the third time?

Hanzo plants wet, open-mouthed kisses on your chest. Reaching between your bodies and you undo the sash around your waist. If he wants to take physical comfort he can have it. Your body reacted in many different--interesting ways to holding and comforting your crying boyfriend. When you sit on his hard cock it’s easy entry. You slide all the way down ‘til you’re flush with his lap, and Hanzo moans while you do it. You kiss him when he wants to be kissed and ride him unconcerned with your own pleasure or climax. All that mattered was making him cum and, in turn, him feeling better.   

But when he grabs ahold of your hips and bucks up into you it seems your going to be cumming anyway. You cling to his powerful shoulders and ride out your orgasm through clenched teeth and immense effort to stay quiet. When you cum, he cums. Face buried back between your breasts until he slouches back against your couch with a tired, dreary-eyed look. 

“It’s time for bed,” you whisper, not giving him any choice in the matter. 

[chantealatte]

Horrify Me

REQUEST: Hello dear! Can I request a chanyeol smut and fluff. More specifically, you two were watching a horror movie tgt and it gets steamy. Slay me with your writings, sweetie! Love you!

I hope you like it, anon (and anyone else)! It may be more smutty than fluffy, but when it comes to Chanyeol I can’t really control myself - sorry xD lovelovelove 

Enjoy...

It had taken him a long time to convince me to watch a horror movie with him - in fact, I’d made him watch a chick flick he hated first, to test how much he’d do to get me to do his will. Much to my despair, he’d done it without complaining at all. Chanyeol knew exactly how my mind worked. So now, here I was, watching some dumb scary film while we could’ve been doing, I don’t know, anything else. It was date night, but the dismal weather outside put us off of leaving his apartment. Stupid rain. 

I was not a big fan of horror myself, and neither was Chanyeol; he just liked the idea of comforting me if I got scared and looking brave and manly (he admitted this himself). And if this had been your average horror film, he might have gotten his wish - decent ones had the ability to keep me up late at night and leave me too petrified to move, imagining that murderers were standing in the dark corner of my bedroom and waiting for me to make any sign that I knew of their presence before coming to brutally end my life or kidnap me for their own evil purposes. This particular one, however, was plain awful. The actual plot was confusing and terrible, the acting even more dismal, and the ‘jumpscares’ almost laughable. In fact, it was almost scary just because of how bad a film it was. 

I sighed to myself, letting my head fall onto Chanyeol’s shoulder and nuzzling into him. He was warm, another incentive to stay in while the rain slapped against the windows outside. His lips came down to my ear, tickling the delicate skin around it.

“Are you scared?”

“Mm... If it makes you happy then I am”.

“That’s not how it works”.

I laughed, glancing up to see Chanyeol’s pouty expression and his puppy dog eyes gazing down at me. “I’m sorry, but this isn’t exactly the scariest of films, is it? Where did you even get it?”

“I saw people talking about it online... On reflection, I probably should’ve read what they were actually saying about it”, he scratched his head sheepishly and I rolled my eyes. “Don’‘t roll your eyes, how do you think I feel? I went through your stupid movie just so I could watch this!” I snorted, averting my eyes back to the screen.

“It’s a good job I just enjoy spending time with you and that your longness provides me such good cuddles, you know, or else I might have left”.

“Liar”, he scoffed; but I could see a proud grin cross his face out of the corner of my eye. 

After ten minutes of content silence, Chanyeol broke it again with, “Honestly, Y/N, this acting is terrible”.

“You say that as if I can’t tell... Ooooh, Chanyeol!” I whined, wriggling around in impatient irritation, “When is it going to be over?!”

He just laughed rubbing the top of my head affectionately before moving his eyes back to the film. It seemed he was determined to watch the whole thing, reluctant to give into my whinging. I guessed that it was half because he felt bad about making me watch it in the first place, but didn’t want to admit it. Why does he have to be so stubborn... Stupid Chanyeol... My eyes travelled away from the screen and onto my lap, where the hand that had just been on my head now rested. Chanyeol always had warm hands. It was nice. I looked at his hand before picking it up and bringing it right in front of my face. “You have long fingers, Chanyeol”.

“It’s funny that you should sound so surprised, Y/N, I really would’ve thought you’d know that by now”. I just caught his eyes briefly leaving the screen to glance at me with his smug answer, and I immediately felt my face heat up - but, it also occurred to me that this could be a way to put a pause to the film watching for good.

“I don’t know why you think that - I wouldn’t have any way of knowing that at all”, was my innocent reply as I kept my hands glued to his fingers. I could feel his eyes on me.

“Really?”

“Really. It looks like they’d be pretty talented”.

“They are”, I could hear his smirk, “you would know”.

“You’re right; I often listen to you playing the guitar and piano. You’re very good at the fast bits, but sometimes I wonder whether you could improve... Maybe you need a little bit more practice when it comes to your speed... Oooh, so scary, Chanyeol oppa”, I laughed as he growled at my mockery, expecting my plan to work at any second.

The next thing I knew, I was being pinned to the sofa, and Chanyeol’s oh-so-gorgeous eyes were boring into mine. “I can be scary if I want to be, can’t I?” His voice was light and joking, but his eyes were dark, glinting with the lust I had been trying to create. Before I got a chance to reply, his lips were ghosting down my neck, teeth grazing at my skin. My breathes were already beginning to get stuck before they left my mouth, the anticipation I felt already too high. I let out a a moan that was near impossible to hear as Chanyeol sunk his teeth into my neck and begun to suck on the skin. 

“Wh-What are you, are vampire or something..?” His deep chuckle was enough to turn me on even more.

“Would that scare you, jagi?”

“No... Unless you want the answer to be yes!” I added as he bit me harder. He chuckled against my skin again before removing himself from my neck and resting his forehead on mine.

“So I have something to prove to you, do I? Something I need to work on?” My face felt as though it was on fire; I hadn’t meant what I’d said at all, and he knew it, and now I was slightly embarrassed. I said nothing. “You’re quiet now, Y/N-ah... are you scared you won’t be able to take it?”

“I can take it”. We stared at each other in silence, the movie now background noise. Chanyeol’s hand, which had been resting on my shoulder, moved down my body, fingers dancing across my skin, leaving behind what felt like a trail of fire. Ironic. I shuddered, breath hitching, hands balling the fabric of his t-shirt into my fists. His hand continued it’s path down my body until it reached my thigh; this is where it stopped. I looked up at Chanyeol expectantly, not feeling up to his teasing. He was smirking, but wasn’t looking back at me. Instead, he was staring at the area just above my thigh. He began to hum softly and drew gentle, teasing patterns on my skin, edging closer and closer to where I wanted him to be. Damn me for changing into my comfy pyjama shorts. I leant my head back, unable to bear watching him torture me like he was. I closed my eyes, revelling in the attention my boyfriend was giving me, in his gorgeous, deep hum.

“You’re so pretty... jagiya...” I let out a long groan as Chanyeol slowly slid a finger inside me, his hum now one of approval at my reaction. His movements remained slow and precise, and I opened one eye to look down at him. His lower lip was between his teeth, and his face emitted concentration. It turned me on all the more to see how much effort he was making to make sure he proved himself, to make sure I felt good, to see how intently, and how hungrily he was staring at my body. His eyes turned upwards to look at my face, and I was surprised to hear him moan along with me. “Look at you... look at you... You look so damn hot, Y/N... Look how ready you are for me... Look how beautiful you look when you feel good... Fuck, Y/N”, he groaned, squirming a little along with my more violent wriggles of sheer pleasure. He still watched me, and as I looked down at him ready to plead him to go faster, he smirked; it was almost as if he could read my mind. He pulled his one finger out painfully slowly before slamming it back in with the addition of another two. I yelped out, my back arching.

“Chanyeol...! Chanyeol... Ch-Chanyeol!” I whined, my body moving with his fingers without my noticing it. I soon found that the only word that my brain could remember was his name, and he was doing everything he could to encourage my behaviour further. My hands searched for something to grab onto, and they soon found Chanyeol’s hair. I ran and tangled my fingers through his locks, and he let out a low moan as I did so, pushing my legs further apart. The next thing I knew, his mouth was joining his fingers. My heart pounded in my chest as I let out what sounded like a strangled sob. Chanyeol hadn’t really experimented with this before, but it seemed he was naturally gifted. It wasn’t long until I was shaking on the sofa, panting. I was completely subject to Chanyeol’s every action, putty in his hands. I tugged his hair roughly and he growled loudly, nipping my thigh in response to my pull. I whined, my head now hanging over the edge of the sofa. Everything was beginning to become too much to bare, and I was aware that my body wouldn’t be able to take this for much longer, if at all. “B-Babe... Chanyeol, please...” He simply hummed in response, causing vibrations that drove me even more wild than I already was. His tongue was working magic on me, and I was beginning to see stars. “Chanyeol!” It was a warning, a sign that I was on the verge of finishing - but he didn’t remove himself, burying himself further into me, fingers moving impossibly faster somehow. I screamed his name, making sure he knew that he really had proved himself, using his hair to pull him closer and closer to me as I finally found my climax, the feeling like fireworks, explosive and out of control. Chanyeol, after leaving smatters of kisses over my thighs and stomach, came up to kiss me deeply, his hands now mirroring mine and burying themselves in my hair. I smiled softly against his lips, a feeling of exhaustion coming over me. I felt him smile back before he pulled away.

“Good?”

“No”.

“O-Oh..! So-”

“Amazing, Chanyeol”, he sighed in relief, chuckling and resting his forehead on mine. 

We were quiet, both of us tired, before he broke the silence, “An evening well spent, I’d say. If you want, we could - SHIT!”

We both jumped as a horrifyingly piercing scream filled the room. Chanyeol sat up, both of our heads whipping towards the TV screen. The credits to the terrible film were now rolling; we had both completely forgotten about it. Chanyeol turned to look back at me with a satisfied grin.

“Told you I’d scare you”.

Masterlist

[the-easy-lay]

And I love her

Loosely based on and inspired by The Beatles - And I Love Her

I give her all my love

“Roger Meddows Taylor,” Brian whispers, “you are mine.”

Roger smiles, clearly amused. “I know, I know.” There is happiness in the creases of his mouth. There are streaks of golden sunshine in his hair. There is a vast ocean, sometimes so calm, sometimes so turbulent, in his eyes. 

Brian will never cease to be amazed by this beauty.

That’s all I do

He tilts his head. Roger is like a statue in profile. An angel. His angel. Soft pouty lips that he has kissed so many times they’re ripe red. Incredibly blue eyes that can reduce him to a puddle within seconds. Smooth alabaster skin that displays the hickeys he has left very well. He runs a finger across a fresh mark on Roger’s neck. His handiwork. His angel.

“Kiss me again,” Roger laughs. “I like that. I like what you do to me.”

Brian is more than willing to oblige.

And if you saw my love

“Hey blondie. Ya lookin’ hotter than the sun, you know?”

Brian’s hands tightly clench into fists. He can feel blood surging through his veins. The bastard deserves to be punched for catcalling Roger and looking him up and down with hungry eyes.

“No,” Roger says, placing his hand firmly on Brian’s wrist. “I’ve got this.”

Roger turns away from the stranger on the sidewalk and kisses Brian squarely on the mouth. He’s too surprised to return the kiss, but it’s okay, because Roger is doing all the work for him, kissing him senseless. They stand there for almost five minutes in the street. When they pull apart, the stranger is gone. 

Roger smiles triumphantly and takes Brian’s hand, “See what I did there?”

You’d love her too

How can anyone not be mesmerized by those sweet blue eyes? How can anyone not be hypnotized by that soft, husky voice? How can anyone not be moved by the sounds he can generate from his drum kit? How-

“Shhh. Stop. You’re thinking too much again,” Roger walks over and rests his head on Brian’s shoulder. “How can I distract you?”

She gives me everything

“No, you- Roger, you don’t have to do this for me.”

“Why?” Roger asks hotly. “I thought you said you loved me?”

“I do, and that’s why. People will judge. They will hurt you. They’re going to turn your life into a freak show,” his voice trembles. 

“Fuck everybody else. I’ll tell them. I’ll go back to Cornwall and tell my parents. I’ll tell the world.” Roger’s cheeks are pink and his eyes are fiercely bright. “I love you, and nothing shall stop me.”

And tenderly

Another long, frustrating day. The tense creative atmosphere in the studio is nothing compared to this. Hours and hours of entering data into a massive computer, hundreds of errors to correct for each batch of information. He pushes open the door to the empty faculty office, as usual, he’s the last to leave.

Roger is sitting on his desk with his legs dangling playfully on the edge. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

Brian’s head is about to explode. His temples are throbbing. He’s too tired to even be pleasantly surprised.

“Oh, come here, now,” Roger frowns, pulls him closer and kisses the top of his head. “This research thing is completely draining you.” Roger gently massages his scalp with soft, skillful fingers. “I know you’re exhausted, darling.” Roger holds him as he collapses, his head in Roger’s lap.

They stay that way for over half an hour. Then Roger coaxes, “Darling, stand up, I’ll get you home, and I’ll order pizza, you don’t even have to cook.”

The kiss my lover brings

Brian is recording the overdriven guitar track for the new song, when Roger gingerly opens the door to the recording booth and walks in. He kisses Brian on the neck, and then on his jawline, and Brian immediately messes up the rhythm, his face bright red.

“Roger! What are you doing?” Freddie yelps. “Not again!”

“Sorry,” Roger casually walks out and shrugs. “I had to.”

She brings to me

“Come with me,” Roger says as he packs his clothes into a duffel bag.

“You want me to come with you to Cornwall to visit your parents?”

“Yeah, I’ve already met yours, and I could show you around town. Nice scenery there.”

“Sure, Roger. I’d love to see where you grew up.”

“Oh, the sea is so blue you won’t even believe your eyes.”

And I love her

Roger sighs tiredly and turns around to face Brian. It has been a busy and exhausting week for them in the studio. And now, when they finally get to take a break, neither of them can sleep.

Brian reaches out to touch Roger’s bare chest. They kiss, but it’s a bland, tasteless kiss. They pull apart and fall back on to the bed. When people are so tired, they usually give up on love. Brian’s throat feels tight.

“I love you,” Brian thinks. “I love you I love you I love you I lo-”

“You don’t have to touch me, you know, for me to know you love me. I can feel it when you’re there,” Roger says quietly.

“Good.”

“And I love you too.”

They lay there in silence until dawn.

A love like ours

“Mmm, you look like an angel. You are an angel. Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

“Shut up, Brian, you’re so drunk.”

“You’re the one who got me drunk.”

“Just so we can have drunken sex.”

“Oh, you little devil. Come on, let’s have drunken sex.”

Could never die

“What’s going to happen when we grow old?”

“Hmm, we’ll get a country estate with a huge backyard. You’ll set up your own observatory, I’ll have a garage for my vintage car collection. We can plant trees and raise badgers and foxes. I’ll take you out for long rides on country roads. When it’s raining, we’ll go dancing in the rain. Would you like that?”

“You’re in a poetic mood, aren’t you? I don’t know… what if I die? What if you die? What if I get really sick and old and ugly and tired? Would you still-”

“Who wants to live forever? Who wants to love forever? When love must die.” A tear rolls down Roger’s cheek. “How could you- I never would- Don’t you ever doubt that-”

Brian clumsily holds Roger as he breaks down sobbing, and he ends up in tears himself at the thought of the dreadful later years.

As long as I have you near me

“I don’t even want sex. Like, I like sex, I want it, but it’s not the point when it comes to you. I mean, you could just be here and I’m already fine with that. God, you make me so happy. And so sad. I just don’t care. I know it doesn’t even make sense.”

“No, it does, Roger, it does.”

Bright are the stars that shine

“It’s such a crazy idea, really. Why did I ever agree to come to Tenerife with you? Not that I regret it, though, it’s heaven here,” Roger takes another sip of the fine, red local wine.

“It’s just two months. It’s like a holiday for you, and I get to have you.”

They sit under the night sky on the roof of the observatory. The cool night breeze ruffles their hair. Time and space and mysteries stretch above them. 

“Look at all this beauty,” Brian smiles like a kid, delight dancing in his hazel eyes. “I’m such a lucky man.”

“Yeah, I’ve never seen so many stars in my life. Beautiful indeed.”

“Yes, silly, and also you. Especially you.”

“Then what are you waiting for? Why haven’t you pinned me down already?”

“As you wish,” he giggles and lays Roger down.

Their laughs echo in the mountains as they make love under the stars.

Dark is the sky

Roger comes home to find the flat exactly the same as he has left it that morning. The lights are still on, dirty dishes are still stacked in the sink, the leftover pizza slice he has reheated for Brian for breakfast is still in the plate, untouched. His heart sinks.

“Brian! Brian, where are you? Brian?”

When Roger finds him in their bedroom, Brian is in bed, his blanket going up to his chin. His hair is a wild mess, his eyes slightly red and swollen.

“Oh God, darling, are you ill?” Roger frantically brushes the curly strands of hair off and gently cups his face with both hands. 

“Yes, I think I am,” he says, his eyes not leaving the ceiling. Roger is kissing him, and he can’t really feel Roger’s lips. It’s raining, it’s pouring in his head.

Roger swallows thickly. “I know the sky is dark today.”

Brian nods. He’s on the verge of tears. He wants Roger to go away, because he’s pathetic and he doesn’t even have the energy and willpower to get himself out of bed and he’s probably going to rot here.

“You… you don’t mind if I join you, right? I’ll just, you know, get in,” Roger climbs into bed and gets under the covers. “I’ll stay here with you until the sky gets brighter, yeah. Maybe one day.”

Brian cries into Roger’s shirt until his chest is all wet.

I know this love of mine

“Nice view, isn’t it?”

Brian admires the calm, glimmering sea. “Beautiful. The water’s so blue. But it’s not as blue as your eyes.”

“Yeah, say that to my parents when you meet ‘em. Compliment ‘em on the good genes they have given me. They’ll be so thrilled they might let you marry me.”

“Really? They’d do that?”

“Well, if I want to.”

Brian smiles. “Do you, then?”

Will never die

Brian walks in when Roger is practicing on the drums. “I’m sorry about the other day. The growing old thing. I’ve just figured it out. We’re rock gods, right? So we don’t die.”

“I want to live forever. I want to love forever,” Roger sings.

“We’ll live forever in the songs we made,” Brian bends Roger over on the drum kit and Roger lets go of the sticks when Brian starts kissing him. “We’ll love forever. Forever is our today.”

And I love her

“Brian Harold May,” Roger whispers. “You are mine.”

Author’s Note: I’m writing an author’s note for the first time! This is a special little thing for me, I’ve never written anything like it before. Please let me know what you think about this - the style, the words, the mood, everything. I’m dying to know. So yes if you ever read this, you can just send me a message on anon to tell me what you think. 

Also there’s a bit of Who Wants To Live Forever in the fic as well. And there is no linear storyline, these are just moments in time (some of them are connected, though).