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justreadingfics · 3 months

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Sensitive Topic - A "Looking For a Heartbeat" One-Shot

Words: 4k+

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Six years have passed since Bucky and you got back together. You are married and you’re pregnant with your second child. Everything’s great. Until a very sensitive topic from your past comes back to haunt you.

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Jealousy, Angst, Fluff, Mention of Past Relationships, Part of a Series, Pregnancy kink, Pregnancy sex.

Based on this request: Smutty idea:

Sometime after they got back together, Reader goes through a brief period where she feels insecure about Bucky and Anna's past relationship and intimacy, so Bucky shows her all the ways in which he only ever touched and made love to Reader, not Anna.

A/N: Thank you Anon for the request/idea (sorry for taking so long), and thank you @flordeamatista for being such an amazing beta.

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It's been six years.

Six. Fucking. Years.

You keep telling that to yourself, sitting on the couch of your shared apartment, running your hand with a wedding ring over your swelling belly.

You are married and pregnant with your second child with him.

And he loves you.

You.

So why the hell is your mind drifting back to that particular topic… that very sensitive topic, making your nerves burn with that twisted little feeling in your gut?

Jealousy…

Maybe you can blame it on the mess of hormones you’ve been going through. You don’t remember being quite like that when you were pregnant with Summer, your first child. The mood swings weren't constant then.

This second pregnancy, though, has been all about feelings swirling inside you unbidden. One second you could be laughing and dancing with Summer at one of her cartoons, the next you would be bawling your eyes out at the same fucking cartoon.

All of your feelings are mixed up. This one right here being the newest addition to the pack.

And it sucks. It so fucking sucks.

10 minutes before…

A light humming escapes your lips as you set the lemonade jar and glass on the trail. A smile plasters your face as you grab the set and head towards the new room.

The new baby’s nursery.

Your second daughter.

Well, he doesn't know it's a daughter. With Summer, your first, he chose to discover the sex, while you preferred to wait. Now he chose otherwise while you knew the sex.

You can't wait to see his face when he sees a baby girl. He’s such an amazing dad to Summer and already is for this one, whose name you still must figure out. You have yet to talk about the options, but between your work with the Avengers and his own as a stay at home dad (as he so proudly likes to call himself), time is short. Just now, he’s taking the little time Summer is at School to work on the new nursery.

Jesus, that firecracker of a girl is already a handful.With two of them, what are you and Bucky going to do? The thought makes you smile fondly.

Your memory flashes back to six years ago, when you were preparing lemonade for Bucky and Steve, who were working on Summer's bedroom.But that time you weren’t married still.

God…you had no idea what you two were at that time, practically living together, pining for each other like crazy, but none of you daring to step further, too scared to do so.

The memory makes you smile harder. You almost kissed him while he felt Summer kicking, placing his hands on your belly for the first time… only to be cockblocked by Steve…

Now, looking at the life you two have built together, that time seems like it happened ages ago. Another life. You know now that everything happened as it should be and you’re exactly where you are supposed to be.

With him and your little family.

And well, no Steve this time, you chuckle to yourself pushing the door to the nursery with your elbow.

The view before you makes you suck in the chuckle down your throat.

Bucky.

Your husband.

Shirtless.

Sweaty back to you as he’s up on a ladder, finishing to stick the teddy bear’s wallpaper. Pants hang low on his slim waist. Back muscles flex with the movement of his arms.

His fucking hair half loose half pulled back in a high bun. Like a damn warrior… an extremely hot one.

Goddammit.That man knows how to make your throat dry and you breath hitch without even trying. A sweet little coil twists your belly and lower. The tray feels heavy in your hands while your thoughts turn into images of you running your tongue up the muscles of his back to his neck, wrapping your arms around his broad frame and feeling his warmth against yours.

That’s when it hits.

And everything shifts.

Did she ever do that to him?

Did she ever touch him like that?

Did he like it when she touched him?

The mere thought is unbearable, agonizing.Cold lodges in your chest, freezing out all the growing heat you just felt.

You don’t wait to see if he knew you were there before you leave the tray on the working table and head to the living room with heavy feet to sulk on the couch where you are now.

Fuck.

You’re sure the trip down to memory lane ended up driving your thoughts to her.

Anna.

You haven’t thought of her in ages. The woman Bucky was in a relationship for the first months of your pregnancy with Summer. As much as it hurts to admit and remember, he wasn’t there with you then.

He was with her.

But in all honesty, you know you have no reason to be thinking of her now or to be feeling like you are. You and Bucky have been through so much to get where you are now and you love each other.

He loves you and only you, there’s no doubt of that.

Reason, however, is not what’s guiding your feelings now and bile rushes up your throat at the intrusive images of them touching each other. Of him touching her in a way he touches you now.

She got to see him, hold him, touch him. He touched her. You can't get rid of the thoughts.

He had sex with her.

The two of you have talked about his relationship with Anna, but you never actually got to that specific topic. He hasn't spoken out loud, and you haven't pushed it with him.

But you knew, of course, you knew.

After all, he was trying hard to make things work with her. And she’s a woman, a beautiful one, and he, well… he’s simply the type of man no woman would kick out of their beds, especially if they’re in love with him like she was.

Your jaw clenches, but you don’t need to turn your head towards the entrance to know he’s there. Don’t need to look at him to know there’s worry etched on his face as he takes you in, sitting there blatantly ignoring him.

“Hey,” he’s smart enough to keep himself halted as he calls you with his soft voice, “Are you ok?”

“Yes.”

“Sweetheart…” He tries and you huff, turning even more away from him.

That’s when he can’t help himself and rushes inside the living room. Kneeling on the carpet right in front of you, he places his hands gently on your knees.

“What’s going on? Did I do something?” He pleads softly.

There’s a hitch on his tone that makes you finally look at him. His beautiful blue eyes are focusedon your face, searching in almost desperation for any sign of what might be happening to you.

The anger you were feeling melts just like that.

“No, my love, no…” You sigh in almost defeat and your hand cups his face instinctively, caressing the light stub shadowing his jaw. You shake your head and then turn away from him, not bearing to look at him when you add, “It´s stupid… You’ll think I’m so stupid.”

“Well… Try me.”

When you glance back at him your eyes catch his bare chest and it’s her hand you picture running over his skin. Your jaw clenches at the offending picture in your mind and that fire, not the good one, starts burning again.

“Was it good?” You shoot.

“What was good?”

“With Anna.” You shift, making his hands drop from your knees.

“What?” He frowns and tilts his head at you.

“Sex with Anna… Was it good?” You keep the sharpness in your voice and cross your arms in front of your chest, staring right at him.

The frown deepens on his forehead and his lips part, as if looking for something to say and finding nothing. Sheer confusion twists his face.

“Fuck…” You sigh, covering your face with your hands for just a moment before looking back at him, holding back the tears threatening to spill. “Forget it, it’s stupid.” You repeat, shaking your head.

As he stares back at you, the confusion on his features starts settling into something else. Something you take as.. empathy?

“It’s not stupid if it’s making you feel bad.” He states matter-of-factly.

“It's just the hormones.” You try to brush it off with a laugh but it just sounds forced, even to your ears. You look away.

But, apparently, Bucky’s having none of it. There’s no trace of mock or amusement on him as he swiftly gets up to sit beside you, his front completely turned to you. Ever so gently, he takes your hands in his and places a kiss on the back of them. The sweet gesture makes your heart jump and you slowly shift to face him as well.

“Tell me what’s on your mind.” He asks, running his thumb over your hands, which he rests on his lap, linked to his.

His words come so naturally to him. Because that’s how it’s been now. You two talk. And it’s been the key to your happiness all these years. So you do just that. You talk to him.

“It’s just…” You look briefly to the floor before gathering the braveness to look back at him. “We never really talked about how far your relationship with Anna went. I know that you two cared for each other and I know. I swear I know that it’s in the past and you love me.” You make sure to make that very clear to him, before shrugging, “But I– Fuck– Something made me think of it, just now, and I kept thinking about you two…”

You take a deep breath. His soft eyes on you the whole time, his willingness to listen prompting you to speak, “You two in bed together… I kept wondering what it really meant for you. How did it happen? How did you feel?.Was it good? I mean–she’s beautiful and–Shit,” You curse under your breath, interrupting your blabbering for a second with a shake of your head, “I know it doesn’t make sense. I’m so-”

“Hey. hey,” He cuts you in, softly squeezing your hands before you could blurt out an apology. “Have I ever told you how I felt when you brought Harry over for that first time? Steve’s birthday, remember?”

You cock your head at him. Almost amused by the absurdity of you and Harry - the man you met at a supporting group - being anything more than friends. Even before you found out he and Natasha had hooked up (and then married), you had never seen Harry like that. You had a suspicion Bucky had been a little jealous back then, but you never really talked about that either.

“Harry? Are you serious?” You ask. A little smile on your lips.

“Dead serious,” he admits, nodding, “I wanted to kill the bastard. I felt like shit. And, honestly, it took me a long while to get over the feeling, even when I found out the guy was head over heels for Nat.” He blows out a puff of air, “Trust me, I understand.”

You let out a breathy smile. He smiles too.

But it's brief.

“I did have sex with Anna when I was with her.” He estates, his face serious again.

Your jaw clenches, the small amusement from seconds earlier vanishing into the air. You know that. It’s the whole reason for that conversation. But that doesn’t make it easy to hear it from him.

“You ask me if it was good?” He continues when you don’t say anything, “When I had sex with Anna, it was always an attempt at something. Trying, trying… It was always something like… an effort.”

You gulp at the admission, and he shrugs, not once avoiding your gaze, “It never felt…” He sighs, searching for the word. “Natural. It never felt natural. So, no. I don’t think good really applies to what it was. Not really. It may make me a jerk to say it, but that’s the truth.”

You have no idea what to say to him. All of a sudden, you wish you hadn’t started that conversation at all. You feel like he’s just revealed something you should be satisfied with, happy even.

But you don’t really know how it makes you feel.

If you would guess, you would say you feel sorry for himand her, even. How hard it must’ve been. To be in a relationship meant and designed in every aspect to make one of them forget someone else.

“And that’s because it wasn’t you.”

As he whispered his words, your breath caught. He reaches his hand, running the back of his fingers over your cheek. You lean against his touch. You have no idea why, but right now you feel so glad you’re here with him, like this. That horrible time in the past.

“It could be her or anyone else. It would never mean or feel like it is with you. And it would definitely never be as good. Not even close.”

He holds your stare and you do it back. So many feelings, so much has gone between you two. Good and bad. All so you could live your love as you can today. He’s looking at you as if he’s feeling all that, too.

And he’s as glad as you are.

“I fucking love you.” His jaw clenches, as if the words come out of him filled with some kind of deep force.

“I love you.” You take in a shuddering breath, letting the mighty power those words carry rush over you.

He shifts on his seat and something in his gaze changes. Just like that, the atmosphere turns into something else.

Oh.

The hormones inside of you are quick to notice the change as something you can only describe as a burning flame twists in your lower belly. You bite your lip, looking down at his. So soft. So lust and delicious.

So yours.

Before you could even think to lean in, he swiftly grabs you and puts you across his lap.

“It’s like my body was made for you.” His voice is low as his hold on your waist tightens. “You drive me fucking crazy… the way you smell…so good.”

He tips his head to run his nose over the dip between your neck and shoulder. Taking in and relishing in your scent.

Your eyes flutter. Your core cries for attention as you feel him already hardening against your ass.

“That thing you do with your fingers on my neck.” He grabs your hand to place it on the spot he just mentioned. You promptly do that little move you know he’s crazy about.

“Yeah, fuck,” he whispers and places a kiss on your neck, making a shiver run down your spine.

“Bucky…” you plead.

“The way you ride me.” He ignores your plea and keeps running his lips on your neck between words.

Desirous words that make your mind spin. “You sound so beautiful when my cock is inside you. Your fucking breasts...”

He shows you his meaning by grabbing a handful of one of your breasts through your dress. It prompts a whimper out of you and your fingers dip into his locks, undoing his bun in the process.

“God you’re fucking sexy, I have to hold myself back sometimes when there’s people around…But there’s no one here… Right, sweetheart?” His voice turns infinitely lower as his metal hand snakes under your dress.

That morning you had decided for a simple short tank top dress with a loose fitting to prepare yourself for the heat you’ve been feeling all the time. You had no idea how much it would come in handy.

Fuck.

You want him so damn much. So damn much it’s burning you. But the bastard, the bastard, keeps his touch under the skirt almost chaste, just massaging the skin and flesh of your thighs.

Not being able to hold yourself any longer, you turn his face to yours and grab his lips in a kiss. The movement is harsh, almost violent. Pouring all your need and desire for him in there.

Responding to the kiss with the same ferocity, bucky fiercely moves your hips with his metal hand and grounds you against the hardness beneath you.

“Do you see what you do to me? Huh?” His voice is hoarse against your lips. His hand moves with you, but he doesn't really have to make any effort as your body moves on its own accord, grinding itself against his.

Longing for a breath, his lips part from your as he leans his forehead against your, “Is it like that for you too? Tell me you want me as much as I want you. All the fucking time.” He grits out.

Words evade you as your hips keep moving against him, chasing a release for the burning sparkles inside your core. So, as a way to show him, you grab his flesh hand under your dress and move higher, moving it under your underwear.

You’re soaked.

He lets out a harsh groan and you bet it’s pure primal instinct when his fingers start to move against your most sensitive spots.

Moaning at the sensation, you bring your arms around his neck, and work on kissing every little piece of him you can reach. His ears, cheeks, temple, lips, neck, his touch is so right. Just where he knows drives you crazy.

God, you love how much he knows you.

You roll your hips in a frenetic rhythm, practically riding his hand and feeling how impossibly harder he’s getting beneath you.

As if he’s feeling the exact same thing, he lets out a guttural groan, “I love you. I want you so much.” His voice rasps as he leans back to look at you. “You’re gonna come for me.” He states rather than ask, and fuck if don’t almost melt at the mix of dominance and desperation of his tone.

You grind harder against his hand, ragged breaths slipping out of your parted lips while you stare right back at him.

“I need to feel you, I need to see you, fuck– I need you.” He pulls down the straps of your dress, leaving your dress bunched up in the middle and baring your breasts for him. He lets out a satisfied hum before dipping his head to suck at one of them.

You let out a loud moan and you arch against his lips with the intensity of your climax, that comes without warning. This only prompts Bucky to suck your breasts harder, going from one to the other with ravenous appetite while you come undone around his fingers

In a reflex, you quickly pull his hand away, the sensations too much, and drop your body limp against him.

You stay like that, sucking in some much needed breaths inside your lungs as he lazily kisses your bare shoulders, wrapping his arms around you.

It’s only instinct, primal and hungry instinct, when you start moving your body, grinding against his hardness, even if the angle of you sitting across his body just doesn’t allow you much.

“Hmm…” His hands travel around over you, “Do you want my cock, babe?” He offers in a sultry whisper.

“You did say something about riding.” You manage to let out between your still panting breathing.

He chuckles and bites his lower lip as, in a swift move, you adjust yourself on his lap, facing forward, while your back is to his chest.

Both of you don’t want to waste any time, so, as you lift a little to pull your underwear to the side, he makes quick work of pushing down his pants. What a sight it is to watch from behind you his thick and hard cock bobbing against his stomach.

He catches your hungry stare and makes a show of giving it a few bumps, “Come and get it. It’s all yours.”

You don’t need to be told twice before you align your entrance to his tip and, with his help, make your descent to sit on him again.

Your eyes shutter and your lips part at the familiar stretch, “Goddammit you feel good.” You breathe, already bringing your hand to circle your clit as you feel him bottom up.

Bucky huffs through his teeth, “Right back at you, honey.” He circles his metal arm around you, grabbing a handful of your breast, as you start moving.

“Fuck… Yeah, baby, that’s it.” He praises, kneading the soft flesh in his hand as you pick up your rhythm.

You're a mess at this point, your dress is a mess, your body is a mess, but you don't care, all you can feel is his cock inside you and your hand on your clit.

All you can listen to is his loud moans mingling with your ragged pants as you ride him hard and fast, your ass bumping against him while he runs his tongue over your back.

You cry out and your pace falters at the electric sensation of your pleasure. “Bucky,” you let out a vicious sound when your second climax reaches you like a wave, making your legs tremble. Your pussy clenches around him.

“Oh, God,” he reacts at the gripping sensation, and you deliberately do it again, just because he sounds so beautiful, “Oh God, oh Baby… Yeah, fuck, just like that.” Between the blabbering words, he takes control of your hips, moving you wantonly around his cock.

It doesn’t take long before he’s spilling his release inside you, groaning harshly and dragging sloppy open mouth kisses over your shoulder.

You lazily roll your hips around him to drag out the pleasure for both of you before you cease the movement and rest your back fully against his chest. He keeps himself inside you while wrapping his arms around your middle. Sighing, he draws slow circles over your belly.

You’re the first to gather the force to speak, “Fuck, that was…”

“I know, fuck… I know.” He agrees, a tad breathless, “You’re the only one who ever made me feel this way,” he adds, still moving his hands around you and kissing your neck from behind you, like he just can’t get enough. A warm sensation settles inside you.

“You’re the only one I ever wanted.” He nuzzles your neck, “Always. No one can compare.” He sounds so honest, a deep and desperate kind of honesty that makes your heart swell with love for him.

You tilt your head so you can look at him. He halts from ravishing your neck to look back at you.

“I know, baby,” You assure, staring deeply into him. You need him to be sure of that, “I love you. You’re the only one I ever wanted, too. Always.”

You lean in and kiss him. Not that desperate and needy kiss from before, but one of love, devotion, peace and assurance. Everything you want you two to have in your relationship.

And you do.

He sighs through the kiss, as if he felt everything you put in there.

That’s when the caressing on your body, your legs, your belly intensifies.

You break the kiss and lift an eyebrow at him when you feel his cock hardening inside you again.

The sheepish look on his face is almost comical. “You look so beautiful when you’re pregnant. And I had to keep my hands to myself last time.” He pouts, before his lips twist into a naughty smile, “Literally”.

A breathy laugh slips out of your lips and, despite yourself, a tight kind of want starts pooling in your lower belly.

He seems to sense that, as something dangerous laces his chuckle, “That firecracker of our daughter will be at school for a little longer, we’ve gotta make it count, beautiful.”

You don’t even have the chance to yelp before he easily handles you and you find yourself out of the sofa and on your all fours over the carpet.

And once again he shows you how much he wants you.

Only you.

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hyukalyptus · 7 months

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anything for you — beomgyu x reader w pierced nipples | established relationship. NSFW/MDNI!!!

cw. afab!chubby!reader has pierced nipples obvi, mentions of sexting/sending nudes, lots of nipple play, reader wears lingerie, unprotected sex, cumming on the tummy, a teeny bit of a voice kink for both, not proof-read too well. notes. happy kinktober! apparently i've been in a beomgyu mood recently?? i blame @agustdiv1ne for clouding my brain w beomgyu thoughts ever since telepathy tbh. honestly i don't rly love this, but lmk what y'all think <3 smut under cut. wc. 2.3K

“You look so sexy in all those pictures you’ve been sending me,” he says, his voice low and smokey, you can practically feel his breath on your neck. Not seeing each other in a few weeks often leads to desperate, longing texts to each other and the frequent nude photo from you.

“I knew you’d like them,” you giggle. “I know you miss me.”

“I do.” Plopping down in his hotel chair, he sighs, exhausted from the day he’s had. “I miss you so fucking much, babe.” Oh, what would he be doing to you if you were there? Not just sitting in this stupid chair, that’s for sure. “What are you doing right now?”

“I’m at work, babe,” you say matter-of-factly. Damn. God, he’s been dreaming of having phone sex with you for weeks. Your voice in real life gets him going enough on its own, but the thought of getting off to just your voice…sounds magical. But between rehearsals, your job, and interviews, there’s never been a good time. “I was actually about to say I gotta go. I’m sorry.” You slouch over in your hand, longing for his touch just as much as him. “I did wanna tell you,” you start. “I have a surprise for you when you get home.”

“You’re here.” Finally, after weeks apart, he’s standing in your doorway—it’s surreal. The way he smiles down at you, eyes already mentally undressing you while he kicks his shoes off, letting you grab his hand to drag him to your living room.

Pushing him to the couch, you hover between his legs, knees pressed into the couch cushions as his hands rest on the small of your waist.

“Ready for your surprise?” A smile appears on his lips. It’s all he’s been thinking about.

“I dunno…am I?”

“Yeah, I think so.” Tilting your chin down, you look at his eyes sensually, like you’re about to scream. Reaching for his hands, you ask, “Why don’t you unbutton my shirt for me?” You wore that shirt just for this, just to watch him slowly undress you so you can see the absolutely delicious expression on his face. Nodding gently, he takes forever. You think you may burst.

As your shirt falls to the floor, he looks over your body—every beautiful inch of it—your full tits spilling over the top of your bra, your tummy rolls looking so delicious and warm, your waist that holds his hands so perfectly.

His expression drops, “Wait…what’s the surprise? I mean, your body’s enough of a surprise, but am I missing something?”

Shooting him a knowing look, you suggest, “Maybe you should take my bra off.” Reaching behind you, your heart pounds waiting for the snap. It always feels so good to take your bra off, but the look on his face when he sees—

“Oh my god…” he exhales, his eyes darting between both of your nipples with new barbell piercings through them. Your chest heaves with nervousness as you wait for his reaction. You expected an attack of lips and tongue, to be picked up and dragged to bed, maybe even to be fucked right on the couch.

But none of that happens. His eyes are wide, just staring at your tits.

“D-do you like them?” You ask, eyes awkwardly diverting to the couch.

“Are you kidding?” He sighs, sitting up straight, reaching for one of your tits, opening his mouth.

“Nope,” you giggle, pulling away from him. “You can’t lick them until they heal.”

“When will that be?”

“I got it done a few days ago…” you look up, biting the inside of your cheek. “So about a month left.”

“A month?” Collapsing back on the couch, his eyebrows stitch together, rubbing his temple before he whines, “But babe…”

“You’ll be alright,” you say, tussling his hair.

SIghing, he says, “I guess so…” Eyes floating across your body, he can’t take them off you, god this is gonna be hard. “Stand back a second? I just wanna look at you.” How can he not put your nipples in his mouth for a whole month? Can he even touch you? How is he gonna get through a whole month without squeezing your gorgeous tits? You can tell some kind of internal conflict—almost existential crisis level—is going through his head.

“Babe, calm down,” you giggle. “You can still squeeze my tits. You just can’t—” Yanking you forward by your fingertips, he hands urgently squeeze you. “Babe, babe,” you giggle. “Just avoid the nipples, okay?” Nodding rapidly, he buries his face between your cleavage, kneading them gently. “You really like them though, right?”

“Oh, fuck yes.” Coming up for some air, he looks up at you through his lashes, breath heavy. “They’re sexy and…really pretty if I’m honest,” he says. Returning his mouth to you, he sucks and licks everywhere but your nipples and frankly, this might be tough for you too.

A month later, you’d planned a dinner date and with your piercing finally healed, you can’t wait to get through it to get home. It’s been just as hard on you…make out sessions that would naturally move to his lips wrapped around your nipples ending in groans of realization, gasps at the sting of a squeeze that was a little too rough, you’re ready for them to be healed already.

It’ll all be worth it, though, you keep telling yourself. A month of suffering in order to look super fucking cool and hot the rest of your life? Definitely worth it.

Sitting on the same side of the booth, you show enough PDA to make the whole restaurant cringe if you weren’t in a private dining room. Whispers of what he wants to do to you later make it more and more difficult to keep the fact your piercings are healed a secret.

Back at your apartment door, your heartbeat races faster and faster as you unlock your door. Both of you know where this is going—it’s where almost all dates lead to—but only you know his lips will once again be on your—pierced—nipples.

As soon as your shoes are kicked off, he slyly leads you to your bed, hands already following the curves of your body as he rips clothes off your body until there’s nothing left but your cute lingerie.

Reaching behind you, he unclasps your bra as he lets out a sigh, eyebrows stitching together at the sight of you like it’s the first time he’s ever seen your body.

“Babe…your body,” he starts, taking a deep breath. “It’s just,” he exhales, running his hands all over you. “Perfect.”

“I know,” you giggle to yourself proudly, loving when he’s so desperate to touch you. Lips attached to your neck, fingertips trace random shapes on your thigh. He’s wanting to take his time tonight, you think to yourself.

“You know…” you sing and he hums in response, still covering your body with kisses. “It’s been about a month since I got my piercings.”

Backing off quickly, he asks, “Are you saying…?” Eyes wide with anticipation, you bite your lip and nod. Practically giddy, he sits up to ask, “They’re healed?”

“Not completely, so you still need to be careful.” You don’t think you’ve ever seen him so excited to lick you—almost in a pant as he squeezes you experimentally. He’s so cute.

“Are you sure? It’s not gonna hurt?”

“I’m sure.” You nod. “Go ahead.” Kissing around your nipple, his lips barely miss the most sensitive part of you. Blowing it gently, he watches it pucker even more than it was with the jewelry through it, a gleam in his eye at your body reacting without him even touching you. Finally pressing his lips to it, you flinch at the tenderness.

“Good?”

“Yeah.” You nod. “They’re still a little sensitive, but I’m okay,” you say, your chest heaving. Flicking his tongue over it, he groans in relief, eyes snapping shut. Feeling you relax, he’s not playing around anymore. Squeezing you harder, licking you more furiously, he gently sucks you into his mouth, experimenting a bit, carefully listening for your moans of approval.

Grabbing a fistful of his hair, you shove his face down just to have a little bit more. You’d forgotten just how fucking good it felt to have his mouth on your nipples. It’s magical. You’re flooded with anticipation. You need him. Bad. But you want him to take his time too.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” he says, repositioning to straddle your hips. After sucking enough to leave marks that’ll show up tomorrow morning, you pull him closer by the nape of his neck to press your lips to his. “Get on top of me for a bit.”

Flipping on his back, he pulls you over his hips, forcing you to lean against the headboard with your forearms, giving him easy access to your tits that fall right in front of his face. You're losing patience. His tongue feels so good, but your nipples are tired. It’s starting to get a bit overwhelming. You need him somewhere else.

“Babe, babe,” you say breathlessly. “I think that’s enough—” Shaking his head, he mumbles a nuh-uh into your chest. “Yeah-huh.”

“Okay, okay,” he chuckles. Gliding his hands down your back, he squeezes your ass harshly before gliding across your clit with his thumb. Gasping, your patience starts to run thinner and thinner.

Lifting your body up, you say, “Sit criss-cross. Following your instructions, your legs wrap around his hips and you kiss him again, his hands exploring your body. Fuck, you need him.

“Baby,” you sigh between kisses. “Please. I need your cock so bad.”

“Already?”

“You’ve been licking my nipples for an hour,” you giggle. “I’m getting impatient.” Grinding down on him, he’s painfully hard underneath you and god, you just want him inside already. Reaching for his cock, your eyebrows raise, silently asking permission. After earning a nod from him, you slowly sink down, a groan leaving your throat.

Arching your back, his mouth finds your tits again while his hips thrust into you as if they have a mind of their own. Almost instantaneously, he finds a sensitive spot inside you.

“You look so sexy in my lap like this,” he whispers, his voice muffled by your chest. Moaning, your head falls back while he grabs your thighs, giving you a good spank. “Your tits are gorgeous,” he says, making you chuckle. “What a great fucking view.”

The sudden feeling of his mouth on your nipple makes you yelp—you’re still so sensitive. He halts, looking up at you worriedly, asking if you’re alright. .

“Yes, yes—” you say breathlessly. “It just feels amazing.” He smirks, returning his mouth to you, his tongue never leaving your skin. Stretching his hand over your tummy, his thumb rubs circles over your clit, adding even more sensitivity.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum so fast.” You gasp. You’re so fucking close.

“That’s it, baby.” That fucking sentence. That sentence on it’s own is enough to send shivers down your spine, but the way he says it with that deep fucking voice is incredible. It makes your stomach tie itself in knots, it turns your cheeks red, and makes your head light. “Cum on me,” he says, a satisfied smile pulling at his lips. “Cum all over my fucking cock, babe.”

With a few final bounces, you let yourself go, cumming hard around him. The feeling you’ve been waiting for crashes over you. Sure, you’d had sex while your piercings were healing, but not having his tongue on your nipples simply wasn’t the same. This new heightened sensitivity has your head reeling. Your shuddering legs can hardly hold your own body up. You’re damp with sweat.

And fuck does he look good, smirking up at you with that cocky smile, watching you ride out your high. He loves having you cum like this. You look so helpless trying to hold yourself up.

He doesn’t waste much more time though. Once you catch your breath, he flips you on your back, pinning your hands over your head to kiss you harshly. Thrusting into you again, he stares down at your bouncing tits, gripping one with his left hand, his thumb carefully pressing into your nipple.

As you moan through gritted teeth, he digs into you, beads of sweat forming at his forehead as he focuses on his movements and making himself feel you. You already had your turn.

And fuck do you feel good. He’s simply using you as a cocksleeve at this point and you can’t get enough of it. Neither can he. The image of your bouncing tits with pierced nipples is too fucking good. But combine that with your absolutely soaking pussy, he’s in heaven.

As his thrusts get uneven, he groans, pulling out to pump himself a few times to finish on your tummy. He’s never done this before. He’s always finished inside you or he’s finished on your back and you’ve never seen him touch himself like this. It’s one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen. You’d be happy if that was the last image you ever saw.

Leaving a sloppy kiss on your forehead, he sluggishly stands, leaving you and your heaving chest on your back with your tummy covered in his cum. You’d recovered from your own orgasm, but you’re still short circuiting over seeing him jerk off in front of you.

“What?” He chuckles at your blank face as he returns with a damp towel. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” he snaps you out of your trance. “I gotta say,” you start. “I really liked watching you touch yourself there at the end. I don’t think you’ve ever done that in front of me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah…will you do that more often for me?” You ask, running your fingers through his hair.

“Anything for you, babe.”

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jjkeverlast · 10 months

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HI LATI! CONGRATS ON YOUR MILESTONE!! CAN I REQUEST FOR PART 2 of TASTE JJK? 🥹💜 with this prompt "I have seen you naked before." OPs yn being all shy . THANKYOU 🤭

touch | jjk (m)

>> pairing jungkook x fem!reader

>> genre/au's college reunion AU | smut

>> summary jungkook finishes what he started.

>> word count 1.8k

>> warnings vmin being hilarious | dry humping | fingering | missionary | reader is a shy baby :')

>> author's note i love how you requested them to do it hfdsjhf anywho, here you have it babe. i tried my best to follow your orders! enjoy this filth 👅

[keep in mind that i do not have taglists for request, and prompts are marked in bold! thank you.]

“Where have you two been?” Taehyung questions when he notices you and Jungkook joining them after being gone for god knows how long.

Jimin gives a side glance towards Taehyung, for him to catch on. “Oh.” Taehyung lets out, while Jimin begins to laugh loudly, clutching onto Taehyung’s form to prevent himself from falling.

“Pay up, Kim.” Jimin says in between giggles. Taehyung rolls his eyes before he grabs onto his wallet, fetching the money they bet on.

“You guys are ridiculous! We didn’t even fuck.” You state the obvious. It was what they bet on, so basically Taehyung doesn’t owe Jimin anything.

“Yet.” Jungkook responds, glancing towards you with a side smirk. You slap him lightly on the chest, a sign for him to keep his mouth shut in front of the guys.

“Well then, what are you guys still doing here? You’re more than welcome to leave. Y/N, I’ll see you tomorrow morning?” Jimin suggests, raising his eyebrows when he notices how Jungkook’s ears have turned red by the implication that you might stay the night.

“Shut it, Park. Let’s go, Jungkook.” You’re tired of even hiding the obvious answer. To make it easier and less embarrassing for yourself, you don’t even try to hide it, grabbing Jungkook’s hand and walking towards the exit.

Jungkook’s hand tightens around yours the further you leave from the crowd. No one bats an eye in your direction, too busy catching up with one another.

You still can’t truly believe you’re about to go home with Jungkook.

The car ride home to Jungkook’s is filled with laughter as you both reminisce every memory from college. One thing you both agree on is that Taehyung and Jimin have never changed, still being the iconic duo today.

When you’ve reached his apartment, you realize it’s the first time you’ll see where he lives. Nerves were beginning to trickle, excitement mixed with nervousness as you reached the top floor. What made your mouth drop was the fact that the apartment was incredibly spacious and beautiful. Just very Jungkook.

“Wow, your apartment is amazing.” You compliment, wandering around and noticing the small details such as the plants by the window, and the art hanging on the walls.

“So is my bedroom actually, wanna see?” You roll your eyes. Classic Jeon Jungkook flirting way too directly to the fact it works.

“Lead the way.” You stifle a laugh when he shows excitement, grabbing your hand again and leading you down the hallway to his bedroom. It is quite simple, just everything you need in one room with some space between the furniture.

“I’m not as impressed as your living room.” You comment, earning a glare from Jungkook.

“I’m offended.” He dramatizes the comment, putting a hand on his chest in shock.

“Are you really?”

“No.” Jungkook grabs your waist, pulling you closer till your noses brush up against each other. You’ve lost your words, mind clouded by Jungkook’s close proximity. Somehow the mood has changed from when you had a little fun in the office, now it’s more intimate.

You blame the dimmed light by his night table and how you haven’t had sex for almost a year. You’re not scared, this is Jungkook, he’s seen more of you than anyone but the thought of it happening again grows in the pit of your stomach — butterflies.

Jungkook seems to do better than you, taking the lead by kissing you gently. Not long after the kiss turns heated, more languid movements and tongues tasting each other. Your hold on Jungkook tightens, hands wrapped around his biceps as he steps forward until you feel yourself fall backwards onto his warm bed.

Jungkook hovers over you, kissing you more firmly now, his hand holding onto your jaw. Your hands begin to roam onto his back, earning a smile from Jungkook before he moves downwards, peppering your neck with slow and wet kisses. Shit. How is he so good at that?

His hands begin to slide beneath the material of your dress, pulling it upwards to expose your thighs and underwear. You gasp, overwhelmed by how good it feels to have Jungkook above you, touching as if he’ll always remember what you like.

Despite everything feeling incredible, you’re growing shy with every action. You feel as if you’ve lost your touch from college, the crazy wild side disappearing after you finished, whereas Jungkook seems to still hold onto that. Fuck.

It’s as if Jungkook can feel you freeze beneath him, removing his lips from your neck and now staring at you. “Are you okay?” His tone indicates he’s worried, as if he’s caught onto the wrong signal.

“I’m okay, it’s just…” You pause, uncertain how to form it out into words without sounding ridiculous.

Jungkook’s fingers rub against the apple of your cheeks, calming you down while he awaits your answer.

“I haven’t had sex for over a year… So I’m just a little nervous.” Jungkook softly smiles, never stopping touching your cheek gently.

“That’s okay, me too. Don’t think too much, Y/N.” Jungkook says to reassure you. It does help a bit, but there’s still a tiny gap that doesn’t seem to disappear.

“I—”

“Stop.” Jungkook breathes out, fighting your nervousness.

“It’s not my fault you make me nervous.” You say as if it wasn’t obvious enough.

“I make you nervous?” He sounds surprised.

“Just a little bit…”

“Y/N. I have seen you naked before, there’s nothing to be nervous about.” He’s not wrong, he’s seen you naked more than any of your girlfriends.

“I know. Just– kiss me.” You demand, wanting to just push aside your nerves and focus solemnly on Jungkook.

He obeys, kissing you again, nibbling his tongue on your bottom lip as he presses down on you. You can feel his hard on pressing onto your inner thigh. A sudden urge inside of you grows, resulting in you bucking your hips upwards to feel it press down directly onto your core.

“Fuck–” Jungkook mumbles against your lips by the action. He removes himself, taking off his press on shirt, revealing his abs and chest. You support your body with your elbows, not caring how you’re ogling Jungkook.

“How the fuck do you still have abs? I’m impressed.” Jungkook pauses, turning shy at your compliment. He’s not used to being praised for simply having abs.

“I… work out?” Jungkook answers hesitantly. You smile, grabbing onto the nape of his neck, pulling him downwards. His skin feels warm beneath your touch, your hands never stopping touching every part of his chest and stomach. Which also explains how one of your hands reaches to his abdomen, trailing your fingers lightly over his belt. Not wanting to drag out the time, you start unbuckling it, while Jungkook trails kisses on your breasts over the fabric.

Clearly, you’re both impatient. It results in Jungkook already being in his boxers, and your dress about to be pulled off. Jungkook unzips the side of your dress, the fabric starting to loosen, revealing your naked breasts. Jungkook quickens his movements, rushing to get your dress completely off to see you again.

When the dress lands on the floor, you look away from Jungkook, too shy to look at his expression. He’s not saying anything, just staring at your exposed naked body.

“You’re unreal.” He says in awe. You turn your head, watching how his mouth has dropped, gaze completely lost.

“Shut up.” You cover your face. Jungkook grabs one of your wrists, removing it from your face. He places it above your head, intertwining your hands. “Don’t do that, you’re gorgeous.” He whispers.

You’re too stunned to answer, so you settle on smiling softly. Jungkook goes back to kissing you. Your bodies align, grinding on each other until one gives out. You can feel Jungkook’s covered cock drag itself between your lips, causing a whine to escape your lips.

You’re tired of this. Therefore your free hand trails downwards, grabbing the waistband of his boxers and pulling it down to free his cock.

“So impatient, baby.” Jungkook jokes, even though he’s doing just as bad as you.

“Need you to fuck me.” You say, biting down on his bottom lip. Jungkook curses under his breath before moving upwards, letting go of your hand and focusing on getting your underwear off quickly.

With a swift pull, they land on the floor with the rest of your clothes. Jungkook pulls his boxers further down, till they reach mid thigh. He presses back down on you, his hand cupping your sex. You buck your hips, his fingers sliding with ease inside of you, filling you up and stretching you out. Even though you haven’t had sex for a whole year, your body is relaxed, no burning or aching feeling following.

“So fucking wet, shit—” Jungkook watches his fingers disappear inside of you, covered in nothing but your slick. His thumb works itself on your clit, rubbing it gently in circles which causes you to moan.

It’s hard to wait, because fuck, you need him.

“Can you just—” You breathe out, moaning once more not being able to form a simple sentence. Jungkook grows hotter by just watching you looking completely fucked out, by just having his fingers inside of you.

“Hold on, let me get a condom.” Jungkook removes himself, quickly fetching a condom from his drawer. Jungkook has never in his life put on a condom faster than he has at this very moment. He almost fails, but luckily it glides smoothly on the skin of his cock before he repositions himself.

It starts off slow, Jungkook thrusting with ease, scared to hurt you. After thrusting gently for a while, Jungkook manages to fill you up completely. The stretch feels good, warm and full. Jungkook’s close proximity makes the situation very romantic, as he fucks you slowly, dragging out his cock almost fully before re-entering. The movements make your body tense, forgetting how good sex feels for a moment.

“Don’t go slow, want you to fuck me.” You command, grasping onto his body. Jungkook doesn’t respond, instead he moves upwards, grabbing your hips and starts slamming harder.

One thing about fucking an athlete, their stamina is incredible. Jungkook certainly hasn’t lost his touch, hitting your g-spot with every drag of his cock inside of you. His head tips back, groaning when he feels you clench around him.

“Fuck, you drive me crazy.” Jungkook admits, smiling before biting down on his lip. Your back arches when Jungkook somehow manages to rub your clit, while still moving his hips in an unforgettable rhythm.

You blame it on you not having sex for over a year, because it took Jungkook just a few minutes of fucking you, until you came undone all over him. Jungkook wasn’t no better himself, losing it right after feeling how wet you’ve become after he made you finish.

Afterwards, Jungkook gently pulls out, landing down beside you.

“So, about you staying the night…” Jungkook wiggles his eyebrows, knowing Jimin was right regarding seeing you first tomorrow morning.

“Say one more thing and I’ll leave.” You threaten.

Jungkook shakes his head, propping himself on his elbow and pecking your lips. “I’ll make breakfast tomorrow.”

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indiasthoughts · 14 days

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"Can you roll my window up?"

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aka- , eren, and xiao, x black readers turn on this trend

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warnings;;

suggestive, but no smut, x black reader, ,, use of the n word , fluff, she/her/hers pronouns, lowkey toxic relationships, SASSY MEN SASSY MEN SASSY MEN SASSY MEN!!!!

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authors note: ik this is such a silly contrast aot and genshin but i been craving all both men sooo😮‍💨

and for reference--

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

Ps: this is old work but i desperately need smth to post so mind the cornyness pls 🙈

୨⎯ Eren ⎯୧

Inside of the 6'3 mans black BMW M4 was a beautiful girl in his passengers seat, annoyed and frustrated.

see- this girl had a few things that annoyed her that he knew of yet still did when she rode in someones car.

one- rolling her window down and leaving her cold in her black skims dress. two- playing music she's not fond of at the moment, if she's in a brent faiyaz mood why play warren g? and three- not listening to what she had to say.

so when her boyfriend, Eren, of three months did all three at the same time frustration ng came crashing down

"Eren, baby, please roll my window up.", rubbing her arms to create any sort of warmth.

- and to no avail, ignored.

"babe..."

- ignored.

she furrowed her eyebrows and turnt the music down to a volume of 2.

"Can you roll my window up?!"

"No, ur attitude ruining my vibe bro"

As "2SEATER" By tyler the creator started playing, he turned the volume up, but not as high as he had it before, out of the slightest bit of respect.

"Who the fuck is your bro?"

"Ma what I told you about swearing?"

She reached over to his side, unbuckling the seatbelt as her boyfriend stopped at a red light. she pressed the passengers window button and rolled her window up.

"Now the music aint hitting from all angles!!"

"Imma hit you from all angles."

He once again put the windows down.

"Whos car this is?"

"Who sitting here?"

"Ion know what you have an attitude for..."

"Oh my god."

she leaned into her seat, embracing the cold she'd have to deal with for the next 15 minutes.

about another minute passed, and Eren was already tired of the awkward atmosphere.

"Baby im sorry"

"mhm.."

he held a small frown as he pulled up into a empty parking spot .

Tyler spoke in the background- 'the fuck you turn my music down for?'

"mamas it's us" he said with the widest grin he could possibly hold.

'can you roll my window up?'

you lip synced to the girl's parts.

'Why? damn.'

as he would too.

"Cause it's windy." You audibly spoke this time.

"But I love it when your hair blows."

as the beat dropped, he reached in and gave you a kiss.

ewww this was so sickenlybsweet ugh me and who🤢🤢

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୨⎯ Xiao ⎯୧

you and your boyfriend, Xiao had been lying down in his bedroom, while you played with his cat on his lap, he did his homework. There was a specific way he liked to have his room, cold. whether it's the ac blasting on days where the cold was too much too have his windows open, or open windows, on the warmer days. Today happened to be one of the warmer days. And despite the baggy sweatpants, fuzzy socks, and one of his sweaters, his room was still too cold for you. As much as you cuddles up with Astro, the cat, and your boyfriend, it was still unbearable.

"Xiao, lets close the windows please.."

"I won't be able to concentrate."

he furrowed his eyebrows and said that with in the sturnest way he could.

"I'm gonna head into the living room then"

You grabbed the cat, and as quick as one leg came down, it came back up.

He played a faveorite playlist of his, when "2SEATER" came first.

"Sit back down pretty?" more of a question than a command.

"Damnn nigga it's cold!"

"m'sorry, stay wimme ok?"

He turned the volume up and held your waist, bringing his lips to your neck and nibbling your neck.

You knit your brows together, feeling a gush of cold air, and flinched softly. Taking his phone that was connected to his JBL speaker, and lowering it.

"Can you roll the windows up?"

"Whyd you turn the music down"

he puts it back on, lowly chuckling at the perfect timing on the song.

"Can you roll it up?"

"Why?, damn"

"Because it's!-"

You slowly realise the timing on the song and this mini arguement.

"But i love it when your hair blows.."

As he finally removed his lips from your neck, and tilting your neck to crane your head and meet his lips.

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outfromthesmokestack · 1 year

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Concept #6

CW: Yandere Male x Gender neutral Reader, jealous Yan, toxic behavior, Yan fantasizes about killing a man, Reader tries to turn the tables, petnames (baby, my love)

Your boyfriend is an easily jealous man and tonight, he was upset about a random man who mistook you for single and had asked you to dance. You were afraid of something like this happening, but these things were inevitable in a club like this where everyone is looking for their next hook up. Initially, the two of you were here with mutual friends but since the little hiccup, he had you stowed away in a dark corner, sitting pretty on his lap with a protective arm around your waist.

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"I should really murder him," he grumbles and you roll your eyes.

"Following him home seems easy enough.. I can make it clean.." He nodded to himself, "I can call up the boys... Fast and easy..."

Oh my God, he's literally planning it in front of me.

This wasn't the first time he behaved like this, constantly scheming the murder of other men, believing that all the forces in the world are out to separate the two of you. A few days a ago, a guy asked for your number, last week someone kept starting at you, and before that, the cashier asked if you'd like a bag. Each time, you had to run damage control and undoubtedly saved countless lives.

Distraction is the name of the game.

You angled yourself so that more of weight leaned against his torso, throwing an arm over his shoulder. This arm reached into his hair and scratched his scalp. The other hand played with the collar of his shirt. Usually, this was enough to bring his thoughts back to you, but either from the atmosphere of the club or his mood, he was still laser focused on the oblivious man from across the club, who has since moved on.

"Look at him, already dancing with another person. Was he even committed to dancing with you? He should've gone home in shame after you rejected him, otherwise what's the point?" He gritted his teeth.

Okay. Plan B.

You lowered your voice to a seductive octave, "Baby," you called to him, pouting slightly. No response. "Baaaaby, look at meee."

"How fast do you think he can run?"

You stared at him weirdly, not sure whether to smack him or scream in his face. Pang of annoyance shot through you. Here you were, dolled up all pretty on his lap, supposedly the love of his life vying for his attention. You could have resisted him and gone after your friends to dance, but no, you chose to appease him by isolating yourself and he wouldn't even look at you.

What the hell, I should not be fighting this hard.

You grabbed him by his chin and forced him to face you. His expression was one of surprise, especially after seeing you frown.

"What-"

"Why are you fantasizing about other men?" You interrogated.

He choked, "What??"

"Here I am, sitting on your lap, and yet you're day dreaming about leaving me alone to visit a man at his home and thinking about all the things you would do to him!"

You watched his face as what you were implying dawned on him and his face turned pink. "W-what! Baby, it isn't like that!"

"You've been staring at him like he's fresh meat! You're practically salivating!" You moved to straddle him and his hands instinctively fall to your hips. "Am I not good enough for you? Is that why you're yearning for him?"

"I'm not yearning for him! Baby, I love you, you're perfect, you're the only one for me!"

"Then act like it!" You flick his forehead. "Stop looking at other men, look at me. I'm right here!" You pressed your chests together, decreasing the space between you. "You're mine, aren't you?"

He looked up at you with hearts in his eyes and his soul displayed for you. "Yes! I am!"

"Say it!"

"I'm yours, my love."

No hesitation, fully distracted, just as it should be. You smiled victoriously and kissed him on the lips.

"Good, now let's party."

#oc x reader #reader insert #soft yandere #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere x you #gender neutral reader #vague yandere #yandere imagines #male yandere

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madneedshelp · 2 years

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Kiss and Make Up-Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

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Summary: Neither Y/N nor Eddie realize that they both have crushes on each other, so Y/N tries to distract herself, and Eddie catches her making out with someone at a party and gets possessive.

You locked eyes with the boy across the room from you. He smirked and nodded towards the stairs in a silent question. Why the hell not, you thought to yourself.

You were tired of living life being tortured by the fact that Eddie Munson would never love you back. You were friends, after all, and you didn’t want to give that up.

So, maybe a good make-out session with a hot stranger would help you clear your mind for a bit. Eddie never came to these parties, anyway. Even if he did show up, it wouldn’t matter. You’d still be you, and you’d still be single.

You nonchalantly made your way over to the stairs and followed the guy upstairs. All the bedroom doors were locked by people doing God knows what, but the bathroom was empty. You lightly grabbed the guy’s wrist and pulled him inside.

“I don’t believe we’ve met before, I’m Darren. It’s very nice to meet you” The boy said, eyes roving up and down your body. “And you are?”

“No one important,” You smiled slyly and backed Darren up into the bathroom counter, kicking the door closed with your foot.

“Mysterious. I like it.” Darren grinned and flipped your positions so you were against the counter.

You appreciated that he was making an effort to banter, but you weren’t really in the mood right now. Besides, you didn’t plan on seeing Darren again after this party was over. This was all about getting your mind off of…other things.

You took Darren’s face in your hands and hungrily crashed your lips together. He groaned slightly and hoisted you up to sit in the counter. Your legs wrapped around his waist as the two of you leaned closer together to deepen the kiss.

While this was just a one time thing, you had to admit he was a pretty good kisser. Maybe this would end up distracting you after all.

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Eddie was sure he’d seen you here earlier. He’d only come to this party for you. After all, the last time you went to a party at Steve Harrington’s, you got so drunk you couldn’t walk straight. Eddie just wanted to be there this time to make sure you were okay and safe.

The only problem was, now he couldn’t find you. That meant he was alone. At Steve Harrington’s party, a place he definitely didn’t belong.

Then there it was. A flash of your hair as you headed up the stairs. Eddie’s heart fluttered slightly at seeing the short skirt you had on. You looked incredible. Well, he always thought you looked incredible, but especially in that skirt.

He tried to move through the crowd to catch up with you, already feeling heavily uncomfortable. Unfortunately, people were crowding everywhere. He got stuck in the masses of overly intoxicated teenagers.

Maybe coming wasn’t such a good idea.

No, he had to find you. He knew that much at least. He didn’t trust half of these shitheads around you if you ended up drunk and not in control of yourself.

Finally, he was able to weave his way through and hurried up the stairs. Hopefully, you were still up here and he could catch you. Eddie made his way down the hall, but there was no sign of you.

“Fuck,” He muttered under his breath. Maybe he needed to take a minute before he went back out there to look for you.

Eddie found the door that he was pretty sure he remembered leading to the bathroom last time he was here and opened it.

He suddenly realized that maybe it wasn’t good to hope that you were still up here.

The first thing Eddie noticed was the guy. He was taller, muscular, and athletic. Basically Eddie’s polar opposite. The second thing he noticed was that he was kissing you and you looked like you were enjoying it.

He wasn’t sure why it hurt so badly. He knew you wouldn’t ever return his feelings, so why did it feel so agonizing to see you with someone else?

Eddie back away almost instantly. He wouldn’t interrupt whatever was happening. That wouldn’t be fair to you, since it wasn’t like you two were together or anything. Unfortunately he bumped the doorframe with his elbow, causing a small thump.

Well shit, he cursed silently.

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You were starting to feel guilty. This boy wasn’t Eddie, but that shouldn’t have mattered. Eddie wasn’t your boyfriend, so there was no reason why you should’ve felt bad. But you did.

A small noise startled you, and your eyes flew open. As soon as you saw the source of the noise, you wished you were dead. Dead, abducted by aliens, being hunted down by Freddy Kreuger. Anything would have been better than locking eyes with Eddie Munson while another guy had his lips on yours.

You gasped and pushed Darren away lightly.

“What’s wrong?” Darren looked at you, concerned until he noticed the guy frozen in the doorway. “Oh, sorry, man. Did you need in here?”

Eddie blinked and shook his head. “No, it’s my bad. I’m just, uh, gonna go. As you were.”

He backed up and disappeared down the hall. This was bad.

“I’m sorry, I have to go. It was nice meeting you,” You muttered quickly and hurried after Eddie before Darren could protest.

Eddie must have been practically running because he was nowhere in sight. You jogged down the stairs and scanned the whole living room to no avail. Weaving as fast as you could through the crowd, you made your way to the front door and finally saw Eddie walking down the street towards his van.

“Eddie! Please wait! I can explain!” You huffed, jogging to catch him.

He stopped and swiveled to face you. “You don’t have to explain. You don’t owe me anything, Y/N.”

You slowed to a stop directly in front of him. “Just hear me out, okay? That was just stupid, meaningless kissing. I don’t even know that guy, let alone like him. It meant absolutely nothing!”

“You can kiss whoever you want to.” Eddie shrugged, but you could’ve sworn you sensed…anger.

“I don’t want to just kiss anyone!” You defended, unsure why you felt the need for him to understand that it was all a mistake.

“Why not, princess?” Eddie crossed his arms and stared you straight in the eye.

Your next words were out before you could stop yourself. “Because they’re not you!”

You clapped a hand over your mouth as soon as you realized what you’d accidentally confessed. You might’ve just ruined everything with one stupid slip-up.

But then Eddie did the last thing you expected him to do and he smiled.

It wasn’t a pity smile or an “I’m sorry I don’t love you but can we be friends” smile. This was a genuine, happy smile.

“Can I let you in on a little secret, sweetheart? I don’t want you kissing anyone else either.” Eddie leaned in and whispered in your ear.

You felt your face erupt in flames, but you mustered up some false confidence anyway.

“So, does that mean you want me kissing you?” You asked with what you hoped was a straight face.

Eddie merely pressed his lips to yours in response.

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Pairings: Roger Taylor X OC (Scarlett Walker); George Harrison X OC (Star Walker) Rating: Mature (See Notes, Muses & Warnings for the actual warnings) POV: Third-person, George, Scarlett, & Star Wattpad||AO3|| Playlists||Table Of Contents

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January 31st, 1969

I woke up again to the ringing of an alarm. Star mumbled something and clicked it.

"Sorry, I thought I only would be sleeping in my bed last night," She mumbled. We both looked at each other's position, her arms wrapped around my torso. I had my arms around her waist.

"Awww, what a cute couple," Scarlett was standing at the door, we both let go of each other, and Star fell out of bed. She gave the bird to her twin. Scarlett laughed a bit, then threw a bottle of pills at me.

"For the headache," Scarlett walked out. I got up, smiled at Star, then walked out. Ringo was on the couch, still sleeping.

"So... slept well last night?" Scarlett asked, taking a sip of her coffee, "You two looked comfortable."

"Could you shut up?" I took the two pills for my head. I looked at the time to see it was 7:30. I sat in the kitchen's dining area and finished drinking my water.

"What did I say last night?" I asked Scarlett. I can't remember anything from last night. I only remember talking to Scarlett. She looked at me and giggled a bit.

"Oh, only that you are insanely in love with Star, and you think Pattie is with someone else," Scarlett sat next to me.

"Oh god," I put my head in my hand and brushed my hands through my hair, "Anything else?"

"You asked me last night if it was too late for you and Star and told me your relationship with Pattie is unfixable." Scarlett grabbed my hand, "As much as you hate to admit it, you are in love with Star, and you just love Pattie, and now it's finally breaking you."

"And if you're worried about Pattie cheating, I can talk to her for you," Scarlett smiled and slightly tilted her head.

"Really?" I asked in shock, "You are practically on team Star and George."

"I'm on the team, whatever makes you happy. I like to see all of my siblings happy and together. We often don't see that," Scarlett laughed and shook her head.

"We don't, don't we," I looked at Scarlett. She and Star are the only two people in my life that haven't picked a fight yet, and it's calming. That's why I like to hang out with them. Scarlett has a fun and calm nature but, more importantly, the parents when she needs to be. She's also really understanding. When I was in a sour mood a few months back, Scarlett came over with ice cream and walked on my couch so we could make fun of anything on the telly. Scarlett is the best sister a guy could have. She thinks and acts like a guy at times. Star's different, yes, she's calm and fun, but she has such a chaotic nature. Her parent side never really kicks in, it does kick in here and there, but it doesn't kick in like Scarlett's. That's why I love Star. She is always carefree and lives life to the fullest. She is also understanding and there when you need her. But some of my favorite things about Star faded as the coldness grew between us. Ever since we had that fallen out, everything with Star hasn't been right, and I miss the old Star. She is still the old Star around everybody else besides me. I would still look at her and smile, but she gets pissed and usually goes off on me or walks away and ignores me. I would do anything to bring back the old Star, who wasn't so distant towards me or walk away pretending she was not heartbroken when I was with Pattie. That's why I got drunk last night because I couldn't get her out of my head, her laugh, her smile, her tone when she tells a joke, and the way she holds her camera and then gets the face of inspiration before snapping the shot. When she looks at me, I feel like no one else in the room or nothing has happened between us. Like New Years' Eve, I kissed her, and it felt right, but when I kissed Pattie, it felt weird, or when Star and I hung out a few nights ago if Pattie and I had done that, it would have never felt the same way or ended the same way. I would come home, and Pattie and I would either not talk or argue. There is that rare occasion where we talk like an average married couple.

Third-Person POV

Star walks into the kitchen grabbed something to eat as George is lost in his thoughts. She quietly sat next to George and gave him a half-smile, Star wanted to talk to him, but something in her throat prevented her from speaking. Scarlett could feel the tension in the room; she grabbed her coffee and was about to walk out when both George and Star said, "Scarlett, wait!"

Scarlett turned in confusion, then walked to the kitchen table and sat. The phone rang again, and Scarlett got up and answered the phone.

"Hello, Walker and Wilson residence, Walker speaking," Scarlett took a quick sip of her coffee.

"Hey Scar! It's Pattie, have you seen George? He didn't come home last night, and I called Mo, and she said Ringo didn't come home either." Pattie answered on the other line.

"Yeah, they both crashed at my place. I told them to stay. I didn't want you and Mo to get angry at them," Scarlett looked at Ringo, still passed out on the couch, then looked at George sitting and having a staring contest with Star.

"Aww, thanks, Scar, but we can care for our drunk husbands."

If you heard everything Geo said last night, you wouldn't want to be around him, Scarlett thought to herself.

"Also, Scarlett, what do you want me to bring tonight?" Pattie asked.

"Tonight?" Scarlett asked with confusion on her face.

"Oh, please tell me you didn't forget family night is at your flat this week!"

Shit, Scarlett thought to herself; Star was looking over and saw Scarlett's eyes getting wide. Star tilted her head with confusion and squinted, she looked over to the calendar and saw in bright red and all caps, 'FAMILY NIGHT AT OURS' for today, circled.

"Fuck," Star mumbled to herself.

"What?" George heard Star mumble and looked at her with confusion.

"Family night is here..." Star smacked her head then sighed, "...And Elaina is sick."

As on cue, Elaina walked out of her room, looking paler than the night before, and felt like absolute shit. She walked into the kitchen to make tea and toast so she could take something.

"Who is she on the phone with?" Elaina mouthed to Star. Star shrugged, looked at the time, and finished getting ready.

"Went to the doctors yet?" George whispered.

"No, and not going there," Elaina took a bit into her toast.

"Why are you so scared of the doctors?" George asked.

"I'm not. I just don't like them," Elaina shrugged her shoulders as George and Elaina talked about how she doesn't like going to the doctors. Scarlett was still talking to Pattie.

"Are you sure you didn't mind George staying over? I mean, I know he gets a bit drunk?" Pattie asked.

"Pattie, I've known George since he was 14. I know how he gets drunk," Scarlett giggled, "And most of the time, Star and I were dragging his ass out of the bar."

Pattie laughed on the other side of the line, relieved George was okay but felt terrible since they fought before he left for work. She did what she always did since the India trip, went to Eric. After getting off the phone with Pattie, Scarlett quickly called the Starkey residence to assure Maureen that Ringo was okay. Scarlett got off the phone to wake up Ringo with a bottle of pills to help Ringo's banging headache.

"Jeez, Lottie, be careful; you almost got me head," Ringo got up. Scarlett shook her head and walked into the kitchen. Star walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen to grab a cuppa for work.

"Bye guys," Star kissed Ringo on the head, then George, since it was fair, left. When Star kissed George's head, he blushed and felt sad when she left.

"Your wife called-" Scarlett pointed to George then Ringo,"-I called your wife-" then told Elaina, "-And you are going to the doctors when I drop off Julian."

"Whyyyyy," Elaina groaned and whined.

"Family night is here tonight, and the only color you have is green," Scarlett walked off to wake up Julian to get the day started.

Later...

Star walked outside after a long work day to see George leaning on her car.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Star asked, walking up to the Beatle in disguise.

"Can you drive me to your flat?" George asked.

"You have a wife for that," Star crossed her arms, "Can you stop leaning on my car."

"Please, Pattie won't talk to me," George quickly jumped and moved, then gave her a puppy dog-eyed expression, "Please?"

"Fine get in," She groaned, "But if you interfere with my driving again, I'm kicking you out."

"I won't," George gave her his word. Every time Star would drive George around. He would interfere with her driving, which drives her crazy at times. They got into the car in silence. Star kept thinking about what George had said to her the night before and their night at Kinfauns, while George was afraid to talk. This feels wrong, George thought to himself. I hate it when we get quiet. She would always crack jokes and talk about nonsense. Star could feel the awkwardness between them.

"So..." Star tried to bring something up to joke about, but she got nothing.

"So..." George coughed.

"Why'd you and Pattie get into a fight?" Star asked.

"Really?" George groaned.

"It's the only thing that popped in my mind," Star rolled her eyes.

"She found out about-" George started.

"She didn't find out about that night," Star quickly asked.

"No, god, no, I bet more people would know by now," George answered.

"Good, only three people know, and keep it that way," Star breathed out.

"Three?!" George looked at Star.

"Yeah, me, you and Scarlett," Star said as George gave her a look, "She's my twin. She'll find out eventually."

"Yeah, she always finds out. It's Scarlett," George sighed. Star was tapping and humming to the song as it went silent again.

"Thank you," Star said as George looked at her, confused.

"What?" George looked at her.

"I realized that I never thanked you last year for preventing me to... y'know," Star coughed, "Thank you, I later realized you were right. Thank you for saving me... then putting me on 48 hours. I appreciate it, even though I didn't feel it at first."

"Oh... yeah... it's not a problem, really. If my lucky Star wasn't around," George coughed, "Life would've been rotten."

"Yeah, I'm lucky, aren't I," Star joked as George laughed a bit, "Do you think Elaina gave Scarlett a hissy fit for going to the doctors?"

"I mean, she seemed pissed every time we said the word doctor," George smiled slightly.

"You should've seen her the last time she and Tim broke up. She refused to say the word smile," Star laughed, "Then made dumbass excuses to not go to the gigs."

"Was one of them going to the doctors?" George jokingly asked

"I think once or twice," Star laughed, "She's a bigger baby than Paul."

"Oh, no one can out, baby Paul," George joked. Star was going to look at him, but she knew if she did, he would scream, 'keep your eyes on the road' she just laughed a bit and disagreed a bit. Star parked in her new regular spot, and they both walked into the building, cracking jokes like there was no distance between them. Before Star opened the door, George spoke more seriously, "Star, I have to ask you a question?"

"What is it?" Star asked with nervousness in her voice.

"Did I say anything? Last night?" He asked. Star bit her lip, trying not to say while finding a little white lie, "And don't lie because I can read you like a book."

"Well...you may...or...may not-" Star cleared her throat.

"Spit it out, would ya?"

"You kissed me on the head and told me you were in love with me and missed me and wished we could be together," Star cringed in embarrassment, George's eyes widened, and he choked on what he was going to say, "Umm... it's best if we go in. If you want, I can just forget about it."

"No, I mean yes, but no," George blurted out, "You can forget it if you want to, but I di-"

"Didn't mean it, I know," Star cracked her voice, but George shook his head and looked down.

"No. I did every word. I just... wish I said it sooner...and sober....and awake," George told Star, as Star blushed a bit, then the door opened to Scarlett walking out.

"Hey guys," Scarlett awkwardly said with wide eyes, "Sorry, did I ruin anything? I was about to run out and grab food."

"You didn't get the food yet?!" George asked.

"Sorry. I had to deal with a loopy Elaina all day. I lost track of time and forgot your precious food," Scarlett rolled her eyes with a smile. Star kept giving her an 'I'm going to kill you' look, then Pattie ran over.

"Hey, Star!" Pattie hugged Star.

"Hey Pat," Star hugged her back, "I'm going to freshen up quickly. I had a long day at work."

"Where's Lennon?" Star asked, walking into the flat, "Is his ego getting more important than family night?"

Paul, Maureen, and Ringo laughed while Linda just smiled, Jason was asleep, and Zak wasn't paying attention to what happened.

"Knowing him probably," Paul shook his head.

"You have room to talk, Mr. No one can touch my hair because it must be perfect," Star crossed her arms, "That's why we call you Diva."

"Well, it does. My hair doesn't magically get like this," Paul praised his hair, "And I'm not a Diva."

"You're a Diva, Macca, just agree for once in your Diva life," Star ran to her room as Paul chased her, but she slammed the door on Paul. She changed out of her work clothes into something more comfortable. She took off her makeup, which annoys her, and put her hair down. I mean, I'm not dollying up for the same four guys that practically raised me. Star walked out and saw Pattie sitting on George's lap, guessing they had made up. Star heard a noise from Elaina's room and walked in there. Elaina fell off her bed. Star quickly went over and checked on her. Elaina is loopy from the meds and thinks she is still a sixteen-year-old girl from York, dreaming one day of meeting the Beatles, and has an average fan fantasy of marrying one of them. Star tried to make sure she didn't go in the living room loopy, in front of children, and have a fan attack when she saw the lads. The one fucking day she gets sick and loopy, it's today, Star thought to herself. After several attempts to get Elaina to fall back asleep. Star tipped toed out of there and closed the door. She leaned against the door and slid to the ground.

"You good, Star?" Paul looked at her.

"If I pay you 50 pounds, can you dress up as you in 1963?" Star leans her head on the door.

"Why?" Paul asked.

"You see, Elaina is loopy and has the mental capacity of her sixteen-year-old self." Star explained, "And I told her if she fell asleep, she would wake up to see Paul McCartney since that's her favorite."

"Let me think about it..." Paul then humped, "No."

"Please?" Star begged, "If she wakes up loopy?"

"No," Paul slid next to her, "You called me a Diva."

"Really?!" Star looked at Paul, then at George, "You're right, Hazza, nobody can out, baby Paul."

"Hey!" Paul got offensive as Star got up, "I'm not a baby!"

"And I'm not a twin," Star walked away. Paul had his mouth open a little more offended before taking a sip of his beer. Star entered the kitchen to grab a beer, but none were left out. She went into the fridge to rumble around to find one. Paul and George joined the kitchen to see Star looking in her fridge. A smirk grew on Paul's face while he got an idea for a comeback for Star, calling him a baby and Diva. Paul found the new case of beer under the table and grabbed a bottle.

"Are you looking for this?" Paul asked, holding up a beer bottle.

"Yes, can I have it please?" She turned around, "I had a long day."

"No..." Paul lifted the bottle out of Star's reach. George leaned onto the counter, seeing how this would play out, "...unless you take back that I'm a baby and a diva."

"Let me think..." Star made a thinking expression, "...No."

"Then no beer for you unless you can reach it," Paul lifted the beer to his entire arm's length.

"Not cool, Macca, not cool!" Star shook her head before jumping to try to grab the beer. George laughed while Paul tried to keep a straight face, "Come on, you're taller than me!"

"I know," Paul teased Star. Paul is 6 feet; meanwhile, both twins are 5-foot-2, they were always shorter than the lads, and the lads always mocked the twins due to their height. The girls walked in to see Star jumping to get the beer bottle while George laughed his ass off, and Paul tried to keep a straight face.

"This is not fucking funny!" Star jumped, then Paul gave up the straight face by breaking into laughter.

"Give me the beer, Macca, or I swear to you, you will no longer be able to reproduce," Star stopped jumping since her feet began to ache. She crossed her arms and gave him a pissed-off look since she wasn't really in the mood for jumping up and down for a beer.

"You won't hurt me," Paul laughed. Star started to make a kicking position, "Fine! Here, take it."

Paul got a little scared and gave her the bottle.

"Thank you and fuck you," Star took the bottle. She opened the bottle and walked out to the balcony. She heard a car door slamming and screaming. Star looked down to see Freddie screaming at a guy in a van, then realized the truck belonged to Roger.

"For the millionth time, Roger, you can't see her!" Star tried to listen in but only could hear Freddie; then she heard mumbling, "You have a gig. Go before she sees you. I'm protecting you, mate."

Star heard mumbling again, it wasn't Roger fighting back at Freddie this time but Brian agreeing with Freddie.

"You broke her, mate," Brian told Roger.

"Well, I didn't bloody mean it!" Roger exclaimed, "I want to tell her what really happened!"

"And what is that?" Freddie asked on the sidewalk waiting for Roger to leave.

"The bitch didn't get off of me! I didn't want to kiss her. I wanted to kiss Scarlett!" Roger loudly screamed that Star could hear it from the balcony. Freddie rolled his eyes and went into the building, knowing he was late for the night and Scarlett would probably give him shit. Star looked below and saw the van drive away. Star had finished her beer, so she decided to walk inside to everyone eating and Scarlett talking.

"When did you get here?" Star asked.

"Right after you went outside," Scarlett sipped her drink as they heard a knock. Scarlett walked over and opened the door to see a very pissed-off Freddie.

"You need to talk to that Blonde-Headed-Drummer," He screamed with annoyance in his tone.

"No," Scarlett tilted her head with an innocent smile.

"He won't fucking stop talking about you, whining about you, fighting with us to see you!" Freddie walks in, making a scene, "Talk to him, please? For me, Tim, and Brian's sanity!"

"No," Scarlett closed the door, not paying attention, while John, Yoko, and Julian walked in.

"Scarlett, pay attention, yeah?" John grabbed the door. Scarlett turned around, a little surprised that John had brought Julian.

"Sorry," Scarlett smiled, kneeling to Julian, "Told you, you'll be back."

The little boy hugged her and gave all the adults hugs. Freddie grabbed Scarlett and brought her to the kitchen.

"Just talk to him, please," Freddie begged, "He won't stop."

"No, I refuse to talk or see him," Scarlett stated, tired of the conversation, "We only broke up three days ago. It shouldn't be that bad."

"It's bad," Freddie told Scarlett, "He misses you and wants to talk to you."

Scarlett and Freddie quietly argue about Scarlett talking to Roger. Meanwhile, Star is eavesdropping on the conversation near the kitchen, while John does the same. Not long after, George, Paul, and Ringo join John and Star eavesdropping. The siblings are curious about how gullible Scarlett really is.

"What are they doing?" Linda asked. She was still trying to figure out the family's dynamic.

"Eavesdropping," Maureen said, "Then probably going to make a bet."

"Yeah, sounds about right," Pattie agreed, "You two will understand their way soon."

"Why add a bet?" Yoko asked.

"Because they always did, Star and Scarlett have an ongoing bet," Pattie told the women; Maureen started to laugh while bouncing Jason on her lap.

"Their bet is who will get married first," Maureen said. "But it's impossible because the poor lad has to go through overprotective six brothers, a twin, and a big sister for one of the twin's hands."

"Which will not end well," Pattie added, "He never let a boy in a ten-meter radius from the twins."

"Why ask John for their hands?" Yoko asked.

"John promised their father that he would care for the girls before he passed," Pattie started.

"And the twin's father told John if anything happened to him, he wanted John to be the one who gives the blessing for the twins when the time comes," Maureen finished.

"Why are the lads overprotective of the twins?" Linda asked. Pattie and Maureen looked at each other. It wasn't their room to talk about the twins and their relationship with their mother.

"They all knew each other for a long time. That's why the six say they're siblings," Pattie smiled.

"Scarlett's and my biological mother were an abusive psycho bitch, and the lads helped us through everything," Star interfered.

"I mean, John was always overprotective, but George and Paul didn't start until they knew what Nancy did to us," Star sighed, "And saw what she did to us."

"Oh my god," Linda gasped, "I'm so sorry."

"It's fine. Nancy wasn't family. The lads, my father, and my other siblings are," Star explained, "They're the best family I could have. I don't know what I would do if we all had a falling out."

Star smiled awkwardly. Everyone knows that the Beatles will break up eventually; Ringo and George both quit and came back, but there is so much tension between the four. Scarlett and Star are afraid that the Beatles will break up and their family will stop talking. The girls didn't want to bring it up with the lads because they seemed fine outside the Beatles business. Scarlett and Freddie finished arguing, and Scarlett went outside to spend time with herself. Finally, time with myself since the breakup, she thought to herself, I mean, I love the lads and all, but I need breathing room. Scarlett's lost her thoughts to think everything through, from the breakup to this morning and her conversation with George. She started to bring some of 2019 things back in her head since that is a guide on how she will change her future for the better. She got back to reality when Scarlett heard the balcony door close shut. She jumped a bit and turned around to see George.

"Chill, it's just me," George walked over, "Just checking on you. You've been out here for ten minutes."

"Shit, really sorry, I jus-"

"Scarlett, it's okay. You need some space," George calmingly talking with his hands, "We have been up your ass since Wednesday night."

"True," Scarlett laughed while tears fell from her face.

"But are you alright?" George asked, wiping the tear off her face.

"No, I wanted to be alone, but now I don't. I need a famous George hu-"

George gave Scarlett one of his famous hugs, and she started to cry, "It's okay, he's just an arse."

"Yeah, but that arse has been in my head and won't get out!" She cried, hugging him tighter.

"Scar?" George sighed, pulling her tighter.

"Hm?" She mumbled, still having tears falling down her face.

"Is it like you tried everything you can to forget them, and you tried everything and kept your mind-" George started.

"Busy, but no matter how hard you try, they won't leave your head, and when you finally give in and think about them-" Scarlett cut him off.

"Your heart melts, and you feel like your insides are fluttering," George cut off Scarlett.

"Yeah, exactly like that," Scarlett sniffed. George sighed. He knew the pain since that's how he felt with Star.

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The others looked out from inside the window.

"I think all the emotions finally came out of Scarlett," John took a sip from his drink.

"It was bound to happen," Star looked at John and shook her head.

"What?" He asked, looking at his little sister.

"Nothing at all," Star shook her head, then heard a noise from Elaina's room again. Star sighed, got up, and walked into Elaina's room to see Elaina on the floor again. Elaina got up. Star kept on looking at her, trying to figure out if she was loopy or not.

"Are you just going to look at me or say something, Walker?" Elaina asked Star, back to her regular, not loopy annoyed tone.

"The bitch is back," Star sighed in relief.

"Out!" Elaina threw a pillow at Star. Star closed the door while George walked in and grabbed the lads; Scarlett walked in to talk to her sister.

"Why are you at Elaina's door?" Scarlett asked behind Star, which scared Star a bit. Star jumped around and saw Scarlett there.

"Not cool, man," Star shook her head, "You forgot to tell me Elaina had the mental capacity of a 16-year-old girl."

"Yeah, my bad, I thought she would sleep off the meds," Scarlett took a sip.

"Can you tell me why Geo hugged you?" Star asked

"Is someone jealous?" Scarlett teased. Star gave her a farrow look, then Scarlett rolled her eyes, "I started to cry over Roger, and he hugged me until I stopped crying."

"It will get better," Star touched Scarlett's shoulder, then walked away to talk to the other girls and Freddie. Scarlett joined the conversation. The girls and Freddie were talking about a bunch of things. They talked about kids for a bit, then fashion and school.

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While the girls and Freddie chatted in the living room, the lads talked in the kitchen.

"You're crazy, Geo," John told the youngest Beatle, "She doesn't love him."

"Yeah, she does," George told John, "I could tell when I talked to her."

"Are you sure, mate?" Ringo asked, "How did you figure it out?"

"She told me he's constantly in her head and tried, but he won't go away." George explained, "She said when she finally caves in and thinks about him, she gets flutters on the inside."

"Yeah, she's in love," Paul agreed, "It's what most people feel when they are in love."

"Yeah, like your the person to know Macca," John hissed, "She's not in love with that drummer, and if she is, she's a damn fool."

"Well, love is love, John," Ringo said.

"I don't give a rat's ass about love. She is not going to break her heart again with this idiot," John crossed his arms, "I'm not going to allow it."

"And look how far that went the last time," Paul rolled his eyes, "She won't talk to him. We all heard Scar and Fred's conversation."

The four lads started to argue more about the fact that Scarlett is or is not in love with Roger.

February 10th, 1969- Star's POV

I luckily had no Bluebird work today, but sadly I had to make my way to Apple since I was "demanded" over there. It's funny because I'm the owner and getting demanded there. I walked in as Chris O'Dell and Derek Taylor were talking. Derek looked at me and smiled.

"Oh good, you're here," Derek's smile soon became a grin, "Go wash and cut George's hair. He's getting uncomfortable with it."

"No," I looked at him, "Ask his wife or someone else."

"He asked for you, he said, and I quote, 'I only trust Star with sharp objects around my neck," Derek said.

"He's not going to pretty soon," I muttered.

"What?"

"Hm?"

"Just go to the hospital and do the bloke's hair," Derek sighed, rubbing his face.

"Fine," I sighed.

"Here's what you need, bye," Derek said as I left, muttering. I got to my car and drove to the hospital. Of course, it was packed, but the only thing I said was no comment as I walked to George's room. He was reading something when I got there. I, out of habit, gazed at him.

"I can feel the stare," George raspily said.

"Sounds like you went to an orgy," I mocked his raspy voice.

"I didn't ask you to tease me," George crossed his arms.

"And I didn't ask to spend my day off washing and cutting Princess's hair," I rolled my eyes.

"Hey, that's Paul," George looked at me, "Just get on with it."

"Oh, yeah, if you want me to cut your hair, stop being prissy," I looked at him as he gave me a look, "Move to that seat so I can cut and wash your hair... Derek fucking owes me."

"I heard that," George said.

"Good," I started to wash George's hair as he looked at me, "Stare much?"

"I can't help it, your beautiful," George shrugged as I bit my lip.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"Eh," George shrugged.

"Has Pattie seen you?" I asked. I know she has been hanging around with Eric a lot more lately.

"Not really," George sighed, "We're so far from each other."

"Damn, sorry," I bit my lip.

"Why do you do that?" George asked.

"Do what?"

"Bite your lip?"

"Don't know," I shrugged as George sat up, and I started the process of cutting his hair. I stood between his legs, feeling that he really shouldn't be there, and I parted his hair. Once they were in parts, I trimmed his hair to make it more comfortable for him.

"How's school?" George coughed.

"Eh, I still can't believe I have a few more months then I'm out," I awkwardly laughed, "How's work?"

"Eh, boring," George shrugged. I finished cutting his hair, and George removed his shirt to change into a clean one. But once he did that, some of his clipped hair fell and went onto his slim body frame. I bit my lip harder, trying to fight off the memory of me waking up next to him after our night together.

"Sightseeing?" George joked as I blinked and breathed out.

"No," I opened my eyes, then threw in a joke, "Just looking at you with the only chest hair you'll ever have in your life."

"Ouch," George acted hurt before laughing. I walked over to help him get the trimmings off of him hesitantly.

"You know that was a dumb move," I laughed.

"I know," George sighed. I looked at him as our faces were inches from each other while staring at each other's eyes. I looked into his deep soft chocolate eyes, fighting every inch of my body to say 'fuck it' and kiss him. George gently placed his hand on my face and stroked my face with his thumb. His other hand found its place on my hip. My body was overloaded, and I was trying everything not to kiss him, but my hands knew what I wanted, and my arms wrapped around his waist. George leaned a bit, so our foreheads were touching. I tried to fight every urge, every feeling, everything I wanted to do.

"This is wrong, your wi-" I started.

"If it's so wrong, why does it feel so right?" George cut me off.

"As you said years ago, we won't work out. Our lives are too different," I looked into George’s sparkling eyes, "We won't get what we want even how hard we try... I'm sorry."

I pulled away and walked out of the room with my stuff. I felt heaviness in my eyes. It wasn't until I got in my car that I broke down in tears. Once I pulled myself together, I drove home.

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#38 “we passed ‘just friends’ about 20 fucks ago” with chris x reader with some angst and fluff ending pls 🥺

i’m on my phone in bed but this is just screaming to be written! angsty drabble under the cut!

Chris doesn’t mean to eavesdrop on you. He really doesn’t. He’s just on his way back from the bathroom — he’s hosting a barbecue in his back garden but he hears you in the kitchen with one of your friends, so he can’t help but stop and listen.

“There’s obviously something going on between you and Chris,” your friend gushes. “Like, the way he looks at you! It’s like he’s got real life heart eyes, please don’t tell me you don’t see that!”

You laugh — and Chris loves your laugh, it’s all twinkly — and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Don’t be stupid. There’s nothing between me and him — we’re just friends and that’s all we’ll ever be. I honestly can’t see him as anything more than a friend.”

Chris bristles, wrinkling his nose despite the fact he’s alone in the hallway and no one can see him. Just friends, huh? That’s not what was coming out of your mouth yesterday when he had you on your knees and begging for him.

Or this morning when he’d woken you up with his face between your legs, and you’d whimpered sleepily and told him not to stop. Or even earlier today during this barbecue when you’d given him your “fuck me” eyes and he’d had to drag you to the nearest guest bedroom and finger the life out of you because you were feeling needy.

Is that what just friends did? Chris wonders.

He’s moody the rest of the day, which isn’t ideal for someone hosting a barbecue for his closest friends and family. And he’s relieved when the sun begins to set, and slowly everyone filters out and leaves. Everyone but you, you tell everyone you’re staying back to help him clean up.

Chris almost rolls his eyes.

“Baby, why are you being so off with me?” You ask him once everyone’s gone, that irresistible pout on your face and long lashes blinking up at him innocently. God, it’s hard to stay mad at you when you look so cute and fuckable, but for once he doesn’t give in.

“I gotta clean this place up. I’ll see you later, okay?” Chris says shortly, hoping you’ll take the hint and just leave him alone to wallow in darkness and despair. He turns away from you, grabbing a trash bag and stuffing it with paper cups.

But your tiny arms wrap around his waist from behind, and you rest your chin on his shoulder, “Are you asking me to leave? Hm? Because I can think of a lot of things we could do if I stay…” Your suggestive tone isn’t missed, but Chris can’t even think about that right now.

“Oh, for Godsakes, just fuck off and go home, will you?” His voice raises a few octaves and he shrugs you off. And okay, maybe it’s less of a shrug and more of a shove. A hard shove. He hears a sniffle, and turns around just in time to see your face crumple up.

Shit. Chris knows you’re sensitive — he hardly ever raises his voice at you. And now you’re standing in the middle of his living room with tears welling in your eyes and hurt etched all over your features.

He sighs, “I’m sorry. Just… I’m not in the mood, okay?”

“What happened?”

When he ignores you, you try and grab his hand but he snatches it away. “Look, I don’t know why you’re wasting your time here with me.”

“Why are you being so mean, Chris?” You ask him, hiccuping softly because when you cry you always seem to get the hiccups too. Chris knows that about you — he’s pretty sure he knows everything about you. “What do you mean by I’m wasting my time?”

“If you can’t see me as anything more than a friend, then I’m confused as to why you’re still here when all my other friends have left.” He says bitterly.

A pause. And then:

“Oh. You heard that.”

He doesn’t reply, busying himself with clearing the coffee table, pushing all the garbage into the trash bag and determinedly trying not to look at you.

“Baby, I’m sorry I said that.” You grab his arm tightly, tugging it and willing him to look at you. “It’s just… you can’t say you aren’t happy with how things are right now. No labels. Just friends. I thought you were okay with that.”

Chris turns to look at you straight in the eye, “We passed ‘just friends’ about twenty fucks ago.”

And he means it. Something happened between all those passion-filled fucking sessions. You started spending the night, he started cuddling you close. He started making breakfast for you, buying you small gifts (he even has a diamond necklace in the back of his closet, all packed up and ready for you, except now he’s not sure you’d want it — if you knew what he meant by it.

Your face scrunches up, “But, I don’t want a relationship right now, baby.”

“So what exactly are we doing then, huh?” Chris questions you. “Why’s half your shit in my closet? How come you stay at my place more than you do your own?” How come you whimper my name in your sleep, when you’re having nightmares?

He doesn’t say that last one, but he’s thinking it.

“Chris, you can’t possibly think this is a relationship! You’re barely here most of the time! Always away filming. Always in the public eye. I can’t… I don’t want that. That’s not… normal for me, okay? I like being with you but it’s good how it is right now… casual and no feelings attached.”

No feelings attached. Chris feels like you’ve stabbed him in the heart about a million times.

“So you don’t feel anything for me?” He asks quietly.

You look at him helplessly, “That’s not what I meant.”

Chris let’s our a bitter laugh. “No. You want normal. I guess I can’t give you that.” Clearly no amount of surprise breakfasts in bed and cuddle sessions and dog walks and Gilmore Girls marathons were normal enough for you.

Too bad all that had been the highlight of Chris’ past few months.

“Why don’t we just forget about this?” You suggest, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips to his cheek. And he hates how he feels butterflies, he hates how much he likes you, how much he craves your touch. “Chris, let’s just forget about all this and go to bed.”

He almost agrees. Because maybe it doesn’t matter if you don’t feel the same way, maybe he can just hold you close and pretend. Pretend you love him back, pretend you’ll be his girlfriend, pretend you’ve been in love with him just like he’s been in love with you the moment he met you.

“I… uh… I need some air.” Chris barely gets the words out as he pulls away from you, grabbing his car keys and stumbling out the door. He hears you call his name but it sounds so far away. Suddenly, it seems like you’re a million light years away from him.

But maybe you always have been, and he was just too blind to see it.

The end

(A/N: I KNOW YOU SAID YOU WANTED FLUFF BUT THIS BASICALLY WROTE ITSELF AJSJSJA)

#chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #anon

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kirascottage · 3 years

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dating jj maybank

jj maybank x gender neutral. reader

word count: 1.8k

cw: headcanons, overall domestic fluff, angst if you squint till ur visions blurry, mentions of poor emotional expression, mentions of sex / sexual innuendos, mentions of fighting / injury, strong pda, kissing, consensual groping, swearing, soft!jj

okay so this is the first time i’ve ever written dating headcanons so i’m gonna try my best

• jj and expressing emotions are a very complicated duo and almost everyone knows it, including you. he knows how he feels for you, and feels it strongly, but the way it comes out of his mouth is like gibberish and completely not understandable.

“so you know — like — i don’t know, man. i feel heavy for you, like do you feel heavy for me, too?”

“jj, i don’t even know what heavy means in this context and what you’re referring to.”

• but he comes from a good place, and you come to know, learn and love that, because well he loves you, and with jj you just have to infer by his mess of words.

• this boy tries to be as romantic as possible but he’s literally never had a s/o before. the only thing he knows are one nighters so there is a lot that pope and john b advise him on because miscommunication is quite literally the worst. (stated by john b himself)

• for this instance and the sake of the headcanons: you are a member of the pogues, through and through.

• so most of the time you’re together, the pogues are there too. even dates. they love to occupy and jj could shout at the top of his lungs how they are the biggest cock-blockers to ever exist and they would not care.

• so at that point he doesn’t even try to keep his hands to himself, he will touch you or quite literally make out with you in front of anyone and everyone he can.

• i mean he can get a little protective. (also considering he would never let you around his dad because he wants to protect you and would never let you near anyone that could hurt you)

• i mean this guy would fight for you till the very end; punches thrown countless of times and harsh words absolutely shouted more times than you could count on your fingers, but no matter how many times you chastise jj, he would never stop to defend your honour because at the end of the night you’re the one playing with his hair and kissing his cuts and bruises.

• especially after everything as well with rafe, topper and the kooks he just wants everyone (including the tourons you see once a millennium) to know that you and him are romantically involved and you are very much taken.

• he even lets the most irrelevant people know the both of you are dating because he loves you that much:

“okay, babe, here me out—”

“jj a whole group of kids just asked me about our relationship! i love you, but the whole population does not need to know that we’re together.”

“obviously we can't tell the whole population! or I would, duh.”

• even though he could blabber on about everything about you, including what shampoo you use and which perfume of yours is his favourite, affection is more his style:

• this includes walking around with his hand in your back pocket because wearing anything but jean shorts is really not an option in that heat, (and this does include ass grabbing at every opportunity he can)—

• — his hand gently placed on your thigh while driving / while he’s next to you, interlocking pinkies 98% of the time as you walk together —

• — and peppering kisses is always happening. whether they’re ticking at your checks, suffocating your neck or affectionately placed on your forehead he’s always kissing you.

• other key, and essential, things that come to mind are that his arm is always around you; after everything that’s happened to him he just needs to physically know you’re there and that’s enough to subdue him.

• it’s almost routine for him arm to go around your waist or your shoulder, whether you’re tall or short, tbh he doesn’t really care, his arms and lips are always on you.

• dating jj is dating a teenage boy with absolutely no impulse control and zero control over what he says—

“I mean, dude, if you think about it, why isn’t a banana called a yellow if an orange is called an orange? and why are phones called ‘telephones’ like who the fuck came up with that crap?”

“i mean, hey, we could bang out here and it’s not like anyone would know. like jb could be out in the living room and be like clueless.”

“jj, there’s two windows pointing directly at us. i think he would know.”

• —if you don’t understand then he definitely does not either.

• you also flip each other off a lot and people are like ??? but you both are like — fuck you —(affectionate & full of love with my middle fingers)

• one thing he does know is how to flatter you, whether he’s obnoxiously winking at you or bringing you flowers with his tips from work, or he picked them himself, it’s all in the effort.

• any effort from you is like kids getting their favourite toy they’ve been wanting on christmas, for instance: anytime you bring him food, or offer to stay with him at john b’s is like swelling up his heart to the maximum.

• so when he’s not with you, or the pogues, which is rare he is outside. and jj is like diego the explorer he always finds little places just for himself, or for this instance with you.

• so a lot of dates include going to these secluded spots: sometimes it’s a picnic, or a walk, and stargazing is his absolute favourite as he listens to you drone on about the constellations and even just watching the sky with your presence next to him is so comforting and makes him feel safe.

• of course when the pogues find out they’re brutal with their teasing.

“awww, look at the cute and happy couple!”

“my wittle babies, growing up so fast.”

“god, kie, you make it sound like we’re five?!”

• speaking of alone time, jj loves to cuddle when you guys are alone and that’s one thing he’s not fond of being teased about.

• his head is firm on your chest, his arms wrapped around your waist and his leg flung over your hips. to him it’s just a perfect way to start and end the day.

• he also loves to watch movies while cuddling and he has a set of movies and their genres completely memorized for the occasion.

• he has such a good memory to the weirdest things. like he can state in the exact order your makeup routine, or talk about all the caves and sinkholes in yukatan but ask him how many states there are in america and he’s completely bummed.

• back to what i was saying, cuddling and movie times together.

• he’s the little spoon i will not argue with anyone about this, especially if something happened that day.

• like if rafe pissed him off, some kooks stepped on his toes, his dad had been particularly agitated that day or he was just frustrated. your embrace is what keeps his together. he just loves the feeling of your arms around him, essentially protecting him.

• and the pogues always get a kick out of it when they see you too snuggled in the morning. they even take pictures, a lot of pictures of everything and anything they can.

• their fav times to take pictures is when you both are off guard: like when he’s putting his hat on you, he’s sharing his juul with you, you guys are laying together on the boat or maybe your surfing together in the water.

• he’s surprisingly intimate about everything even though they’re such mundane things for him.

• he expresses his love for you by actions rather than words. for example, he has a guitar (an absolutely beat up one with missing strings and chipped wood, but he says it has more character that way as well as your signature on the back of it)—

• —and just strums it for you absolutely whenever and however your mood is because no matter what its always calming. sometimes he even hums a little tune or starts singing a bit.

• another few ways he depicts his love for you is by shoving his baseball hat on your head (the one that absolutely nobody is allowed to wear) because he doesn’t want you frying in the sun or dying of heatstroke.

• a lot of his tank tops are now yours because they’re so comfortable and you can wear them literally anywhere.

• he shares, only with you but, he shares. his rings are on your fingers, his bandana is around your neck, his boxers are your sleep shorts, and he absolutely eats that shit up.

• he also gets extremely comfortable with you, like even more than john b in a way. example: you could just be chilling, his arm wrapped around your neck and — boom — he’s shoving your face in his armpit and trying to tickle you.

• it gets to the point where the pogues are so used to it and sometimes even they join in because they even like being included in on your affections but would absolutely rather drown than admit it. they love watching their two best friends love grow for each other, and they're happy jj has found sanctuary to love and be with someone freely.

• speaking of love, jj is also like a puppy: praise, reassurance and kisses are the way to his heart and staying there.

• i’m gonna say it, jj has self confidence and love issues. they are not detectable at all but with his mother gone and the way his father treated him, there’s shit buried in his heart that it takes awhile for him to open up about.

• once he does: he cries, and he cried a lot. but after that it was like never letting go again. he trusts you with his whole heart and soul and he knows you won’t take advantage of that.

• the way you both accept each other into each others lives is so important to him no matter where you live, who you are and what your family is like everything counts for him and that just makes you the person who you are.

• dating jj can be complicated and messy and wonderful and passionate and relationships aren’t easy but he would def be worth it <3

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penaltbox · 2 years

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teacher’s pet - brendan brisson (ft. thomas bordeleau)

the dynamic (dysfunctional?) duo. read at your own risk (slightly spicy).

word count: 3k

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You absolutely cannot believe what you’re about to do. You can already feel the heat in your cheeks as your stomach twists and turns. This was about to be the single most embarrassing moment of your life but you had to do it. You knew what the results would be and they were very worth it.

You knock on the door sharply despite the fact you’d texted Thomas to warn him you were headed his way. You gave no inclination of what that reason might be but he didn’t seem to mind either way. You stand there bouncing on the balls of your feet, fidgeting with your hands for what feels like forever.

The door opens finally and reveals the man you were looking for, a smirk on his face as he runs a hand through his hair. You catch sight of the ring on his finger and you’re reminded of why you’re here.

Fuck, it didn’t help that you found Thomas so attractive. Not that you’d entertain anything, but you’re not a liar either. Brendan knew you found Thomas hot and he’d tease you but there was enough trust between you two to that it was all in good fun.

“Can I help you?” Thomas asks, stepping to the side for you to come in.

You take a deep breath before smiling a little as you say, “you can. Or at least I hope you can.”

“Need a little more explanation than that, mon amour,” he teases, giving you a wink.

Thomas was shameless after he found out you thought he was hot and it only made this situation more stressful. You make your way to the living room and say a silent prayer under your breath that there was no one else in the room. This wasn’t allowed to be heard by any parties not involved.

You turn on your heel and run right into Thomas. Apparently he’d been following you and you were too deep in your head to even hear him behind you. Shocker.

“Are you okay? Did something happen?” He asks, his hands gently grabbing your arms.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you nod, but then another wave of nerves washes over you, “or well… kind of. I’m just not sure how to put this.”

“Brisson not getting the job done in bed? Did you get a hall pass? Are you here to confess your undying love for me?” He asks, trying to lighten your mood up with a joke, but the first question takes the breath out of your lungs.

You bite your lip and look anywhere but at Thomas, knowing you’d chicken out if you did. You needed to ask him. You knew he’d be willing to help once he knew but getting the words out was the hardest part of it all. He can see you’re visibly nervous and he pulls you into a tight hug.

You sink into him as his hand rubs up and down your back, doing his best to soothe you. He could read you almost as well as Brendan and it never failed to surprise you when he would do just that. You press your face into the crook of his neck as you lock your arms around his waist. You had to just ask. It was now or never.

You take a few deep breaths as you mentally prepare, trying to think of a quick exit if this somehow went wrong. You pull back just slightly and glance up at him for a brief second. The look on his face lets you know he’s ready when you are but you have a feeling he has no idea what’s coming next.

“I just need you to do something for me,” you say quietly.

“Okay. Like what?”

“It’s just… I need you to, you know, uhm. I really need your help.”

He laughs a little, still waiting for your words to make sense, “you need help with something, yes. What is that something?”

“Thomas, you can’t fucking repeat this ever. Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m even asking this,” you take one more deep breath before mumbling, “I need you to teach Brendan how to choke me in bed.”

Thomas’s eyes widen immediately and his jaw drops. There it is: the reaction you were dreading. You cover your face with your hands and turn away, heading for the door to leave as quickly as possible. You only get two steps before he grabs your arm and turns you back into his chest.

“And how do you know I can do that?”

Your face flames again and your head spins. That was not the question you expected to get from him about all of this. How? You just knew. You’d heard the stories from other girls who had slept with him and well, you could just tell. He wasn’t denying it either.

“Come on, T. There’s not a girl you’ve slept with that doesn’t come back to ask for more. You’re constantly wearing rings and running your hand along your neck. Do I have to keep embarrassing myself here?” You explain, squeezing your eyes shut but behind your eyelids runs a flash of a memory of Thomas grabbing a girl at the bar by her neck as he kissed her. That was the moment you knew. That’s when you’d made the decision to ask him for help with this.

“Oh I know exactly what I’m doing with it. I’m just surprised you took this long to say something about it. I knew you were into it. Brendan hasn’t picked up on it yet, huh?”

It’s your turn to be shocked now at his easy expression of knowing what you liked in private. He has the tiniest smile dancing on his face and it’s infuriating. He’d never let on that he could read you this well and it made you feel exposed.

“Excuse me? How do you know I like it?” You scoff, thinking you played things pretty cool around him.

His smile grows then, “oh god, you’re like an open book. I caught you staring that night at the bar when I kissed that sorority girl and the look in your eye told me everything. She couldn’t handle it though so she wasn’t worth the time. We’ll make sure this is worth yours though.”

You feel all too seen by him in the moment and you know it’s time to cut this interaction off before it goes places it probably shouldn’t.

“So will you help me then? He just doesn’t understand how much pressure he can put or where to put his other hand. Sometimes he lets go just a bit too early because he’s afraid of hurting me. I don’t know. He just needs a run through I think.”

Thomas nods slowly, scratching his chin a little as he thinks it over. He knows exactly what his teaching method will be and he can’t wait to see the look on Brendan’s face when it happens. This was something he could tease him about for years.

“Yeah I’ll do it,” he agrees easily, shrugging one shoulder.

“Really?” You squeal, thinking it would have been harder to get him to agree.

“Are you kidding? He’ll never live this down and you get to benefit from him doing more work. I’m here for it.”

“I swear, you’re the best. I owe you big time.”

He winks, “just let me know how it goes once he does it. I’ll make sure he learns a few pointers at least from me.”

You shiver a little at the offer, wondering what he’d teach him. You never thought this was a conversation you’d be having with anyone, let alone Thomas, but it was starting to seem like it would be very worth your while.

—

“Babe!”

You roll your eyes at the way he beckons you, but you step back into his room anyway, “yes, Brendan?”

“Have you seen that dark blue flannel? I wanted to wear it out tonight,” he asks, but his head is down as he digs through his drawers.

“Bren, you hung that up. It’s not in the dresser,” you laugh, shaking your head at him.

He looks up quickly, the smile on his face so bright you can’t help but return it, “god, what would I do without you?”

“Probably not much,” you mumble under your breath.

He sends you a playful glare as he opens his closet and sees exactly what he’d been looking for. He slips it on and walks over to you, pulling you in for a kiss that was liable to make you both late to the bar. You break the kiss from smiling too hard, but Brendan continues the kisses down your jaw. He starts to suck a spot on your neck but you push him back.

“No! I just finished my make up. You can’t do that right now,” you lightly smack his chest, earning a pout from him.

“No fun. Just you wait until I get you back here. Then you’re all mine and I call the shots.”

You like the sound of that, pulling him in again for a kiss that almost goes beyond the stopping point. And it would have, too, but a knock on his bedroom door has you stepping away from him and answering it.

You don’t think anything of who might be on the other side, assuming it’s probably Steve asking if you’re ready to go. Instead you’re met with Thomas. He glances up at you through his eyelashes and you have to remind yourself to behave. The little smirk on his face is no help as he steps forward to kiss your cheek as his greeting.

“Shut the door,” he whispers in your ear, giving your hip a squeeze.

“Hands off my girlfriend, Bordeleau. You know she likes you better,” Brendan jokes, none the wiser as to why his teammate was cornering him in his own room.

You follow his directions quickly, leaning back against the door and locking your attention on the two of them. Brendan gives you a confused look, one that you can’t even try to answer because you have no clue what’s coming next.

Before you can speak up Thomas glances back at you just long enough to give you a quick nod. As soon as he turns around his hand comes up to Brendan’s neck and latches on. Brendan gasps at the same time as you. The right hand, you think, watching the tattoo on his hand dance as he plays around with the pressure he’s applying on your boyfriend.

“Don’t panic. I’ve got you,” he tells Brendan, whose eyes are wide and flicking between you and the boy in front of him, “you apparently need a lesson on how this works and that’s what I’m here for,”

“You’re not allowed to ever give her a hard time for coming to me and asking for this help. We never mention it outside of here. You listen, you learn, and we move on. Got it?” Thomas informs him quickly, his jaw set tight.

You can’t help but bite your lip at the sight of Brendan being completely helpless under Thomas’s hand despite the small height difference. Brendan looks over at you then and sees the look on your face. Red cheeks, bit lip, and eyes staring intently at the pair of them.

He knows you’re getting off on the sight of it, immediately making him buy into this deal. If there was one thing Brendan was willing to do it was learn some other way to make you happy and keep things exciting. He gives Thomas the best nod he can manage with a hand wrapped around his throat.

“Good,” Thomas smiles, “now listen carefully. You need to put pressure on the sides like this. Feel how easy it is to adjust the pressure and change things? You’ll have to learn what works best for you guys but talk through it.”

He squeezes slightly and you see Brendan’s eyes flutter. He rights himself immediately, but Thomas adjusts the pressure harder. You feel a pang of jealousy for just a second that Brendan gets to be the one with the demonstration but you know he’s a hands-on learner, literally for this instance.

“She can take more. I know she can,” he says, glancing back at you with one eyebrow raised. You nod at him desperately as he continues, “it’s okay to play around with it. Discuss a signal for more or less before you get too deep into it. Chances are there’s not going to be many words exchanged during this,”

“Make sure you talk her through it too. I can’t say that enough. Ask her if it’s okay, but keep going. Every girl likes a vocal guy from what I’ve seen. Reassure, compliment, and check in. Those are the big things.”

He lets go of Brendan then, grabbing his shoulders when he sags forward at the sudden loss of contact. Thomas smiles as he straightens him up and glances around. He sees the stand up mirror in the corner and points at it.

“That’s your best friend.”

Your eyes are ready to pop out of your head when he says it and you feel horribly exposed. How did Thomas know all the things you wished Brendan would try? This was turning into more of a lesson than you’d asked for but you certainly weren’t about to stop him now.

Brendan has to clear his throat before he can talk, “why? It’s just a mirror.”

Thomas glances over at you, easily reading the expression on your face. He knew you wanted it. He looks back at Brendan and holds his hand up, like he’s already trying to keep him at a slight distance in case his next question goes wrong.

“You trust me, right?” He asks, his tone a little nervous.

“Yes? Why?” Brendan frowns, standing up even straighter to gain his full height.

“I’m going to show you, but I’m not using you this time,” Thomas says as he slowly walks over to you.

He holds his hand out for you to grab but keeps his eye on Brendan. It’s purely for teaching purposes and Brendan knows you wouldn’t do anything wrong but it’s a predicament you’d certainly never been in and Thomas isn’t about to make things hard for you.

You take his hand, “I’m all yours, Brendan. I promise.”

He smiles a little at your words and nods. Thomas puts you in front of the mirror and stands behind you with Brendan just off to his side. You can see them both and you almost feel dizzy. You’re saved by Thomas pressing gently along your backside as his hand, his tattoo, comes up again and wraps around your neck this time.

Brendan visibly stiffens a little but he knows you’re safe. Thomas brings his free hand to your hip as he applies just enough pressure to your neck that you lean back harder against him. He has all the control and you fight to look over at your boyfriend instead of Thomas in the reflection.

This was a dangerous area to wade into and you know you won’t soon forget the sight in front of you. You let yourself lock eyes with Thomas and he leans forward, his lips dancing along your ear. You can hear his slightly struggled breath, the sound driving you absolutely insane.

It almost feels like too much. The room feels hot, you’ve got two sets of eyes on you, and Thomas is holding you in all the right places. You have to actively work to keep a moan from slipping out of your mouth, but you fail. Both boys swallow hard at the small noise that escapes you.

“This is exactly what you do here, Briss. Let her see the control you have. Let her watch you make her come undone. Make her see what a mess she makes you, too.”

“Fuck,” Brendan whispers, but you all hear it clearly.

“You’re welcome,” Thomas whispers in your ear, his smirk perfectly clear in the reflection in front of you.

Thomas had been slowly applying pressure as he explained things and he finally hits the perfect amount that has your knees almost buckling. His other arm finds your waist immediately to hold you up and Brendan jumps forward at the sight.

Thomas removes his hand and turns you, letting Brendan take over. Brendan wraps his arms around you and lets you lean heavily on him. You smile up at him and he knows he’s screwed for the night. He wasn’t about to go anywhere after seeing what that did to you.

“I think you get it now,” Thomas speaks up, nodding at the two of you. He looks incredibly smug and you don’t miss the way he adjusts his pants slightly before heading towards the door.

“Thank you,” you finally speak up, leaning your head on Brendan’s chest as Thomas opens the door.

He looks back at you with a smile, one that feels out of place for that moment. Between that and the look in his eye you almost think he’s upset but you don’t get a chance to ask. He gives you both another nod, stepping out of the room and closing the door again.

“Are we still going to the bar?” You ask, looking up at your boyfriend.

You press against him, arms wrapping around his neck as you play with the hair at the nape of it. He’s breathing a little heavy and you know you can feel something pressing against your hip. He’d heard and seen things he never thought he would that night and trying to function in a packed college bar was just not going to happen.

“Are you out of your damn mind?” He whispers harshly, “I just learned at least ten new things to try and you think I want to go to a bar now? Not a chance.”

You smirk and pull him down for a kiss that has him immediately lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. He brings you over to the bed and drops you onto it, following close behind. You make a mental note to thank Thomas later but for now, you only had plans to see how well Brendan could apply his lesson and his hands.

#brendan brisson #thomas bordeleau #michigan hockey #hockey fic #college hockey fic #college hockey writing #hockey writing #my writing

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urworstnitemare · 3 years

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ANYTHING STEPBRO! DREAM???

okay as u can tell i really like stepbro! dream

also not proofread it’s too late lol

Ever since your mom and “step-dad” got together, his stupid son had been wandering around your house, free roam and living in the spare room. There is this awkward tension between you and it’s building like god knows what. You can only take so much more before you break.

It was 7pm and the whole family was sitting at the dinner table, Dream sitting directly opposite you, feet nudging yours every now and then. But this time the hit was more than a tiny tap, it made you look up and make eye contact, and that stupid smirk on his face, that hot, devilish smirk. The dinner finishes with little to no other interaction with him, except for the few small looks he gave you, making a heat rise within you, which you knew shouldn’t be happening right now because he was your “step-brother”. Returning to your rooms you lay inside thinking about what had happened at the table, was he just trying to be annoying? “uhhg” you hear coming from the bathroom that conjoins the spare room and your room, interrupting your thoughts.

Twisting the handle of the door, you push it open realising, whoever was in there forgot to lock the door over on this side of the bathroom. Walking closer inside you hear a faint grunt over the running water from the shower, almost moan like, of your name, making you stop in your tracks. “What the fuck are you doing in here?” Dream asks while holding the shower curtain over him barely covering anything, obviously shocked your standing in front of him. “I-I heard you um” you said stuttering nervously. “You what? Sweetheart?” He said tauntingly reaching ahold of one of your shoulders, mood changing instantly. “We s-shouldn’t be doing this Dream” “But you want to, i see the way you look at me” He replies cockily.

He bring you in for a kiss, slowly at first, taking his time with you, most likely to savour the moment, but as soon as you start kissing back with the same passion he is, the more dominant and aggressive side of him kicks in. He grabs your hoodie, pulling it over your head revealing your bare chest. “Oh my go-“ He cuts himself off by just staring at your chest. “Stop it” You laugh awkwardly because of him staring. “It’s just- Your beautiful” He replies, pulling your hips towards him and releasing the shower curtain between you two.

He pulls you into the shower with him, but before you get in you remove you shorts you had on and chuck them somewhere in the room, not caring where abouts they land. He pushed you up against the wall, running his hands up your thighs, dangerously close to entering you. Eventually his fingers reach your pussy, running his hands up and down, finding your sensitive areas. Slowly he enters two of his fingers, while his thumb is rubbing your clit. “D-Daddy” You say, moaning loudly, he brings his other hand over your mouth, restricting your moans from being any louder, even though he’d love to hear your sweet moans. All combined is enough to make you release and have your first orgasm of the night.

Picking you up from the floor and holding your, back against the wall, you scream out, "Oh my fucking god.", as he enters you, hands holding the wet, damp locks as he fucked into your tight hole. He held you tightly against the wall of the shower, one hand holding your thigh up against his waist while the other gripped your hip to keep you still.

Carefully putting you down, and turning you, you place your palms against the shower door and he repeats the action of entering you again, but this time, the new angle allows his tip to hit your sweet spot repeatedly, a series of desperate squeals sounding from your puffy, swollen lips as your legs are spread wide so he can get an even better view of his cock sliding into your hole, “F-fuck, please” your voice sounds so raw and dark to your ears, almost unlike you, the room around you blurrs as you try to steady your breathing from the last high even though Dream’s already starting to push you into another, “Daddy … please” There's that name again, that mischievous name that gets him off an unbelievable amount, coming from your sinful tongue that’s sitting heavy in your mouth, encouraging Dream to push through his own sensitivity, his cock bright red and aching at the thought of finally spilling out inside you. “Yeah, you want Daddy to make you cum doll? C’mon baby, need to feel you cum again for me, only for me” The sound of possessiveness in his voice is encouraging your next climax, “Gonna fill you up. Fill you up so good and watch it drip out of you” Dream’s low growls and grunts filling the room not even caring about the parental figures downstairs.

You swear you can feel him in your stomach, the final thrust of his cock so deep that you both slide up the bed from the force. Dream stays pressed up inside of you for what feels like eternity, a long, deep sigh the only sound you hear as you slide your fingers through the damp hair at the base of his neck, running them down his back, feeling the slight scratches and marks you left there.

“Guys desert is ready” You hear your mom shout from downstairs. You and dream both look at each-other and laugh while still in his arms.

#mcyt x reader #dreamwastaken smut #sapnap x reader #mcyt smut #dream x reader #dream #dreamsmut

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imthebadguyyy · 3 years

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Temporary Fix

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!F1 driver!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You're the only female F1 driver, and you're damn good at your job. Oh, and you also have a friends with benefits relationship with a certain 7x World Champion.

Warnings - smut, best friends -> lovers, slight exhibitionism

A/N - you have the second merc seat in this, so Valterri isn't here : (( not proof read

Sometimes, you hated yourself for following your passion. Driving a F1 car had been your dream ever since you could remember. The long process from karting to F1 had been a difficult one. When you were seven, you had a go kart track manager that you couldn't race there because you were a girl. That had cemented your will to be the best you could be, and you had done it.

You had made it into a Mercedes F1 seat after spending two years in Williams. It was safe to say that you were one of the best drivers, with killer instinct and an excellent eye for overtakes. The likes of Mika Hakkinen, Niki Lauda, Jacques Villeneuve and others had praised your skills, naming you one of the best talents in the current driver pool.

But the glory, the fame, the praise, sometimes you wished you could just evaporate into thin air. This was one of those times. Press conferences sucked, they really did. Reporters and journalists thought they were entitled to ask you the most sexist of questions, brushing them off by saying it was 'just a simple question'. Sometimes the drivers you were paired up with defended you, like Seb or Pierre or Lewis or even Kimi. Sometimes people didn't want to say anything, or they just laughed it off or answered for you.

This was not one of those times. Charles was supposed to be your partner for the press conference, but he wasn't feeling too great so you were on your own. It had started off fine, with the usual questions like 'how are you feeling about the race?' 'is it gonna be a good weekend for Mercedes?' and then it had gone to 'Do you think you being the only woman here, you should have a special suit?' or 'Are you sure it's a good idea for you to continue another year in F1?' that's what had irked you off.

With a roll of your eyes and a shake of your head, you bit back the cutting response that had sprung to your lips, opting to simply look disapprovingly in silence, speaking more words in the quiet. Eventually, the conference was over, and you made your way out of the hall, deep in thought, so lost in your own world, you didn't notice when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into one of the nearby storage closets.

Your protest of "Hey!-" was cut off by a pair of lips pressing to yours, strong arms wrapping around your torso. "Heard you had a bad day with the press" Lewis mumbled against your lips, brow furrowing when you sighed and let your head drop onto his shoulder. "Yeah they're such fucking jerks" you replied, closing your eyes. "I'm sorry you have to deal with them every time" he continued, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Eh, I mean I'd rather not talk about it" you continued, letting your fingers trace a pattern on his chest.

The silence in the room was disturbed by the ringing of Lewis's phone, making you jump softly. "Bono" he answered, looking down at the screen. "Pick it up"

"Hello?"

"Lewis, we're waiting for the meeting? And is Y/N with you?" Bono's voice rang through the tiny closet, as you turned to look at Lewis with wide eyes. Shit, the debrief. "Yeah, I'm coming! Oh, and I'll see if I can find Y/N" he replied, making you suppress a smile. The moment he put the phone down, the both of you burst into giggles, before he leaned down to press another kiss to your lips. "Well, we should go" he said, biting back a smile when you sighed, and cuddled into his shoulder. "Fine"

"But I'll make it up to you tonight baby" he continued, as a shiver ran down your spine. Oh yeah, you two had a friends with benefits situation going on too. No biggie

Except, well, you know you couldn't tell anyone, and you were definitely in love with each other, but I mean, of course it was better to be stupid and just simply refuse to acknowledge those feelings for each other.

♥︎☾☁︎

It had happened, when Lewis won his championship in Turkey. The team had thrown a (socially distant) party, and you had gotten just a little more drunk than you should have, but the champagne was flowing, tequila shots were being taken, beer was being chugged so you just jumped in and had a few more glasses of wine than you should have, and participated in a few rounds of shots.

Before you had known, a pair of hot lips had crashed onto yours, and your arms had tightly held onto a broad pair of shoulders, as the pair of you had stumbled up to your hotel room, crashing backwards onto the bed. Your drunken mind had been sober enough to recognise the 'Still I Rise' tattoo across his back when he tugged his shirt off.

At the same time, Lewis had recognised your face, heart speeding up ever so slightly because holy shit he was making out with you, and he really, really liked you. Before he knew it, your dress was down to your knees, and his shirt was a rumpled mess on the floor, your friendship gone far beyond repair, but only in the best way possible.

The next morning, you had let out a groan when the sunshine had flashed into your eyes, rolling over to find Lewis lying next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist as he slept peacefully. Your heart rate had sped up, and you had shot up, scaring the living day light out of Lewis. He had awoken with a start, confusion present in his brown eyes, before realization had sunk in, and he had shot out of bed, wrapping one of the towels around his lower body.

But before the two of you could get awkward, he had strutted over to you, grabbing your face in his hands before pulling you in for a kiss that made you feel weak and light headed.

And then the both of you came to the conclusion that you two wanted something loose and flexible, something fun with no commitment.

But was it what you wanted?

♥︎☾☁︎

Sometimes debriefs could drag on. And on. And on. Eventually, the engineers left the room, leaving only Toto, Lewis, Bono, Angela, James and yourself in the room. Over the years, it had become like a family for you, and you loved them to absolute bits. The mood in the room had changed, as you all joked around for a while.

Watching from the other side of the room, Lewis couldn't help the smile that etched itself onto his face, when he saw you throw your head back with laughter at something Toto said, inhaling sharply when your neck came into clear view, a sudden urge to mark you up settling in on his body.

It was a thrill, to think of how many times you had come undone on his fingers and his tongue, how many nights you begged for him to fill you up with his cock. It was a thrill to think of all the times he had cried your name out in ecstasy while your tongue worked wonders around him. And yet, here you were, acting as if you two were just best friends, not two people who could barely keep their hands off of each other.

Just two nights ago, he had made you scream his name so loud, the person the next room, who just happened to be Daniel, had not let him hear the end of it. Thankfully, the Aussie hadn't realized it was you in his bed. Two nights ago, he had made you see stars, and after that you had rewarded him with the performance of his life to Nights Like This by Kehlani.

Snapping back to reality when a slight poke was applied to his shoulder, Lewis looked over to see Angela looking at him with a slight smirk on her face. He strongly suspected that the woman definitely had some sort of inkling about the both of you. How ? No idea. But she was a crazy smart woman, and was bound to have figured out that he was seeing someone.

It didn't help that atleast half the people on the grid had at some point teased him, telling him the both of you were made for each other. It was like the universe was pushing the both of you to be together, and he kept pushing it away

"So are we feeling confident going into this weekend?" Toto asked, grabbing his attention from the smirking blonde.

"Yup!" Your cheery answer elicited a smile from everyone in the room. "Yeah I think so" he said, watching as you flashed him a quick smile. "Okay, then, I think we're done for now. Any questions?" Bono asked, scanning a data sheet in front of him. "No, i'm good" you replied, reaching over to grab your phone. "Yeah me too" Lewis said, far too concerned with what was going to happen later that night to pay his full attention to Bono.

"Okay then. We'll see you tomorrow"

And with that they departed. Before Lewis could follow you, a hand grabbed his and he turned to see Angela, Toto and Bono looking at him expectantly. "So whose got you all distracted and flustered?" Angela asked, earning a smirk from Toto. "What? No one" he replied, slapping himself mentally for being all day dreamy during a meeting. "Oh really? I'm willing to bet you didn't hear anything I said during the meet except the last bit" Bono said, smiling when his driver got visibly flustered.

"So do we know her?" Angela continued, watching him closely for any giveaway reactions. "How would you know her if I don't like anyone?" Lewis said, hoping to God it didn't come across as awkward as it sounded.

"Never said you liked anyone. I'm saying you're in love with someone" Angela said, watching as her friend's eyes widened in shock, and he shook his head profusely. "Okay are you on something? I'm just gonna head back to the hotel now" he murmured, confused, and somewhat taken aback by her bluntness.

Ignoring the looks on the others faces, he made his way out to the paddock, trying his hardest to make sense of his feelings. Was a casual relationship with you what he wanted? He wanted so much more than that.

Lewis knew, deep down in his heart, that he wanted to hold your hand in public, and kiss you right on the lips in front of everyone when you shared a podium. He wanted to be able to call you his, to not just spend the night with you, but to spend all his days with you. But you didn't want that.

Or so he thought.

♥︎☾☁︎

Back at the hotel, Lewis busied himself with working out, trying to push all his frustrations out via the workout. He knew that you were going to turn up in the night, and he looked so damn forward to seeing you each night, but god, he hated it when you left in the morning. Every morning when your warm body slipped out from under the sheet, his arms would tighten for a moment, before your giggle would bring him back to reality and he'd hastily draw back, smiling at you. His favourite moment was when he came to your hotel room in Spain. In the morning, he had woken up before you, and before leaving, he had pressed a little kiss to your forehead. The most gorgeous smile had curled onto your lips, and his heart had melted into a little puddle when you rested your cheek on his hand

And then in Monaco, when he had taken you to his apartment, you had woken up before him, and he had woken up to the sight of you bringing a tray of pancakes and fruits, followed by a soft kiss to his cheek.

It was those moments he cherished, but it was those same moments that confused him.

His train of thought was broken when a knock echoed in the room, as he walked over to the door, opening it to find : you

"Hey" you greeted him, walking in and shedding your jacket. "Hey" he replied, reaching for a towel to wipe the sweat off of his body. "Wow um, is this a bad time?" You asked, eyes trailing down his abs, watching as his body glistened in the fading sun light. "No its fine, I just finished my workout. You hungry?" He continued, biting back a smirk when he saw your eyes roaming his body.

"W-what? Yeah, i, um, suppose - yeah" you murmured, mind already far down the gutter.

"For food darling, not for sex" he said, making you blush and let out a small gasp. "Lewis!" You chided, shoving him softly. "You know you were thinking it" he mumbled, pushing you up against the wall. "Yeah I was" you whispered back, yanking him forward by his shoulders, slamming your lips against his.

Lifting you up from the waist, he pressed his body further into yours, one of his hands wandering down to your ass, squeezing harshly, earning a moan from your lips. Taking the opportunity, he pushed his tongue into your mouth, groaning when you let your core grind against him.

Leading you towards the bed, he stopped in confusion when you stopped him, maneuvering him towards the balcony. "Want you to fuck me against the window or in the balcony" you gasped out, earning a moan from him.

"Right where anyone could see us, hmm? Didn't know you were into that baby" he growled, grabbing your earlobe in between his teeth, earning an airy gasp from you, as the wetness threatened to seep down your legs.

"Mmhmm" was all you could muster, your mind so clouded with desperation you couldn't form a single coherent thought. The only thing you were aware of was that only Lewis could make you feel the pleasure you wanted to feel, only he would take you to that little piece of heaven, only he would hold your hand and fuck you into oblivion, and he would still be there to clean you down with a sponge softly.

"If you insist"

Grabbing you roughly, he slammed your body against the massive hotel room window, ripping the mercedes team shirt you were wearing off of your quivering form, letting it drop to the floor, before he hooked his fingers into the material of your jeans, tugging the denim down your legs

With a soft groan, you pulled his nike shorts down his legs, moaning when his cock came into view, the throbbing in between your legs making you whimper, arousal and need growing tenfold in your tummy.

"Please" you whispered, meeting his eyes, so he could see the pure desperation in your eyes. "Please what?" He said, a certain roughness you hadn't heard before creeping into his voice

"Please fuck me" you moaned, gasping when he brought his hand up to your neck, squeezing ever so slightly. "Oh trust me doll, i will. But first, i want to have you dripping wet and ready for me. I want to make you cum on my fingers, so you're wet and ready for my cock. Do you want my fingers princess?" he continued, feeling his arousal grow when you whimpered and whined.

"Words baby girl. Or I'll just leave you here with your pathetic fingers. I bet you can't even reach all those spots inside you that make you scream, when your tiny little fingers try to please yourself. I bet you just feel like sinking into yourself, but the thought of my fingers keeps you awake. Do you do that, sweet girl? Do you pretend your fingers are mine when you're touching yourself, hmm?'

When you didn't answer, he delivered a smack to your ass, groaning when you moaned at the pleasurable sting. "Yes" you whispered abashed.

"Don't be shy baby. Its okay. I know you feel so good when I love on you. I can see it when you scream my name" and with that, his pointer finger began circling your clit, rubbing circles around it before shifting so he was rubbing the sensitive bud directly.

Your moans of ecstasy were music to his ear, a smile gracing his features, as he let his middle finger slip into you, thrusting it in and out of you. Your soft cry of "fuck" cracked when he shoved his pointer into you as well, scissoring them in and out of you

"Oh fucking hell Lew-" "Shh my darling, i didn't say you could talk, did I?" He said, fingers working at an indescribably quick pace, as the knot in your tummy tightened and threatened to loosen. "I'm gonna-" "go ahead baby" he murmured, using his pointer and thumb to pinch your clit roughly, as you came around his fingers with a scream

"Good girl. You wanna put that pretty little mouth to use somewhere else?" he asked, watching as you dropped to your knees eagerly, (just like I would do irl) reaching up to rest your hands on his hips.

"Someone's eager to suck my cock hmm? Be a good girl for me, and don't waste time" he ordered, a shudder running down his body when your nails traced the veins on his cock, and then as they reached downwards, your thumb circling his tip, collecting his pre cum on your finger. Then you shoved your thumb in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, before sucking softly on your digit, rolling your eyes back. You were snapped back to reality when Lewis roughly yanked your head up, pure arousal clouding his pupils

"You better use your mouth right now, or i swear i will leave you here alone to pleasure yourself" he threatened, moaning when you took his tip into your mouth at once, sucking softly before swirling your tongue upwards.

The feel of your tongue on him made him buck his hips into your mouth, the unexpected movement pushed him quite far back in your mouth, looking up at him, you hollowed out your cheeks, taking more and more of his cock into your mouth, the sounds he was making above you fuelling you. You took him as far back as you could without gagging, as a strangled moan of "Fuck Y/N!"left his lips. He grabbed your hair, tugging upwards, the tingling on your scalp sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. "Fuck baby, you're gonna have to stop now, I really want to fuck you now" he growled out, pulling you up before pushing you towards to balcony railing

Lining up with your entrance, he watched as you let out a shaky breath, eyes falling shut, as you clenched in anticipation.

"Are you sure you want this Y/N?" he asked, eyes searching your face for any sign that he was being too rough, or that you didn't want what was coming next

"Turning your head around to face him, you pulled him in for a passionate kiss. "I've never been more sure baby" was your affirming reply.

Kissing you back with the same fervour, he slowly pushed into you from behind, the both of you groaning in sync when your walls enveloped him. "fuck you feel so good darling. So fucking tight" lewis moaned, making you moan as well as the pleasure coursed through your veins.

Reaching around you, Lewis rubbed your clit while he continued to snap his hips against yours, making your breasts bounce against your chest, your hands gripping the balcony railing for dear life. Thank god it was dark.

He continued to rub and pinch you clit, before swiping his fingers through your wet folds. Then he shoved his fingers into your mouth, prompting you to suck on them

"Be an angel and suck on my fingers for me" he growled, moaning when your mouth eagerly closed around his fingers, sucking them with fervour.

Snapping his hips into you desperately, his hands encircled your waist, pulling you back to meet his thrusts, swishing his fingers around in your mouth. "Fuck baby thats it, i'm gonna cum" he groaned, capturing your earlobe in between his teeth, moaning when you clenched down on him again

"Oh fucking hell-" with a moan, he came into you, pulling his fingers out of your mouth to rub your clit again, sighing with satisfaction when you came around him with a scream of "Lewis!"

Panting, he dragged you back to the bed, both of you collapsing into the covers.

Your chest rising and falling rapidly, you curled up into his chest, letting your head droop onto his shoulder, as his fingers traced his initials onto your hip.

"Well princess, we seem to have a problem here" he said, as you snapped your head up to look at him in confusion.

"I think i'm in love with you"

♡☾☁︎

A/N - part 2? Also feel free to drop a comment, i'd really appreciate it 🤍 thank you so much for reading 🤍

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gladerwolfstarkimagines · 3 years

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Imagine being Azula’s friend but secretly dating Zuko behind her back

One of the first things you and Azula bonded over was your annoying brothers. Azula told you how her brother had stolen one of her best friends away from her and you related to that. Your twin brother was none other than Sokka of the water tribe, who was also very popular with women. Most of the women you knew liked him, from Yue to Toph to Suki to Ty lee! It sometimes felt like you were the second attraction in a friendship and so you and Azula quickly became close over your shared frustrations.

Then....you betrayed her.

Well, betrayal is a bit dramatic but maybe not given how upset she'd been when Mai and Zuko started dating. You knew that had been hard for Azula to process. How difficult it had been wondering if her friends really liked her or just wanted access to her brother. So when you started liking Zuko you didn’t plan on acting on it at all. Then Mai broke up with him.

Zuko was around at yours quite often, whenever he visited the water tribe he stayed in your home and when you visited the fire nation he extended the same hospitality. So throughout the years, you just naturally got closer and closer until....it happened. You started hanging out just the two of you and these occasions felt very date-like until Zuko just outright asked you out. You liked him and told yourself one date was fine, what harm could a single date do? But then as you kept seeing each other and one date soon progressed into many many more you knew your time to do the right thing and tell Azula you were dating her brother was approaching.

However the idea of doing that idea terrified you. You guessed Azula wouldn’t take it well and didn’t want to lose your friendship with her because of your relationship with Zuko. You wouldn’t break up with Zuko just to make her happy but you also didn’t want to lose Azula’s friendship, so when Katara’s birthday arose you were fairly nervous. There was going to be a large party and all of Katara’s friends were coming...which included Zuko and Azula. You hadn’t been together with everyone since you and Zuko started dating so you had no idea how it would feel. The whole time you and Zuko would have to convincingly act like you weren’t a couple and not make anyone at the party suspicious of the two of you. So when Zuko’s ship got in you fixed your eyes on Azula and tried not to stare at him any more than usual. You greeted him formally and didn’t admire him as you usually would. You fell in step with Azula and decided just to focus on her. It wasn’t hard, you were best friends and very close...however fate was not on your side. You got seated across from him at dinner which felt like some sick punishment and struggled not to get lulled into conversation with him. It didn’t help that Zuko was in a playful mood. He kept making comments about the things you’d done on your date and then sending you sly looks across the table. When you met his eye he smirked blatantly and you lightly kicked him under the table. That only made Zuko chuckled and look adorable so you sighed and decided to just keep your eyes down the whole time to survive dinner.

However, Zuko had no intention of stopping his teasing. After dinner you set about preparing the party for Katara tomorrow and having sent Sokka, Aang, Suki, Azula and Toph on their assigned jobs turned to your job of decorating. You were hanging streamers in the living room when you felt a hand curl around your waist. “Need some help there?” Zuko asked moving closer and he leaned up over you to hang it. “I could have done that myself” you smiled turning to face him and Zuko shrugged “I know you could’ve, but then I wouldn’t have been able to do this”. Zuko gently kissed your neck trailing down to your collar bone making you sigh. “Zuko...stop” you said faint heartedly and Zuko sensed that smirking "I don’t want to and you don’t want me to either, I can tell by how softly you said my name" he smiled "it’s been so long since we’ve had any time together". Your skin erupted in goosebumps and a shiver went down your spine as Zuko pressed closer against you. But you knew how badly this could end if literally anyone walked in. So swiftly you grabbed Zuko’s hands and twisted your way out of them. You held them tightly in one hand so he couldn’t try and slink around you again and used the other to make him look at you "Zuko we can’t okay, not on this trip. God knows i want to, i’ve missed you too but there’s too much that could go wrong i’m sorry". Zuko sighed but nodded his head "don’t worry i understand". Zuko’s shoulders sagged and you knew your insistance on keeping this quiet was difficult for him. "Thank you for understanding" you said hugging him quickly "i know it can’t be easy for you and I appreciate the effort you're going to for me". Zuko smiled resting his head on top of yours "it’s fine, i’d do a lot more for you if you asked but promise me it won’t always be like this....we will tell everyone soon?". You gulped but nodded pulling away "i promise, i will tell Azula...soon!". Zuko nodded “I believe you” and let his hands drop away from you. Not a moment later Sokka and Aang appeared in the room making the two of you jump. “Zuko just the man we need! We were thinking of making an ice sculpture, fancy some fire bending?”. Zuko nodded “sure” and with a last glance to you left the room.

Hours later the party preparations finished you returned to your room which you were sharing with Azula for her visit. “Sokka made me blow up balloons” she said angrily “something about fire benders being full of hot air”. You smirked at your brother’s nerve when Azula’s next sentence wiped it off your face. "Also I think Zuko’s dating someone again" Azula said softly and you paused. "Ow really?" you asked and she nodded "he’s been spending a suspicious amount of time in the southern water tribe lately. Lots of visits which he claims are diplomatic but I can’t work out what he actually does here! He doesn’t know that many people and so it got me thinking, y/n do you think your brother and mine....". "No Sokka's still with Suki" you said shaking your head. Azula sighed “and it’s obviously not Katara, she and Aang are basically married, have you seen him hanging around anyone else? He doesn’t know many people so it should be easy to spot". You paused pretending to think but were really just trying to buy yourself time. "Honestly i don’t pay much attention to him when he visits" you said cleverly covering your back "but i will from now on and let you know". "Thank you y/n" Azula smiled. You smiled back relieved Azula didn’t suspect anything and let out a large breath you’d been holding for this entire conversation. You were now more than ready for sleep and got into bed hurriedly. You laid your head on your pillow and closed your eyes utterly exhausted.

"Goodnight y/n" Azula called and you nodded. You were very sleepy and after a long yawn smiled "good night Zuko".

You realised the name you’d said seconds after it came out of your mouth.

You froze

As did azula.

"Did you just call me Zuko...". You blinked "did i? I’m sure i said Azula". Azula was quiet for 2 seconds before she shot up "it’s you!" she cried "you're the one my brother’s dating!". "No Azula that’s crazy!!! We'd just been discussing Zuko, that’s why he was on my mind!". Azula shook her head "you're lying! I can tell by the tone of your voice! You’re the new girlfriend aren’t you?". You sighed "Azula i’m sorry i was going to tell you...". "I can’t believe you" Azula yelled and suddenly the door opened. "What’s wrong?" Sokka and Zuko asked bursting in “we heard yelling” and Azula glared. "You! Couldn't just have Mai huh? Had to take another one of my friends? How about when you’re done with y/n you try things with Ty lee?". "Ow she told you...." Zuko frowned awkwardly. "No i worked it out!” Azula spat “Y/n accidentally uttered your name because she’s so lovesick" Azula cried "you both make me sick" and she strode away slamming the front door hard as she exited the house.

After Azula left you all looked at one another unsure what to do or say next. "So...you two are a thing?" Sokka asked and Zuko paused "yes...is your reaction going to be as bad as Azula’s or can i go deal with her?". Sokka shook his head "go deal with her before she burns the village down”. Zuko went to move past Sokka when your brother put a hand to his chest "but come back and see me after, me and Katara will want to talk to you about dating our sister". Zuko surprisingly looked intimidated and nodded "I'll be right back". "Zuko wait i should come too" you called "this is as much my fault as yours". Zuko nodded "let’s go" and led you outside into the cold night after Azula.

You found Azula trekking in the snow and as she wasn’t in proper shoes you gained on her quickly. “Azula!” you called and she jumped. She looked around and glared “ow look the happy couple, how nice of you to grace me with your presence”. Zuko rolled his eyes “only you’d be so attention-seeking to make this about you”. “Attention seeking? Who’s the person who can’t form his own friendships or respect boundaries? No always have to date my friends, is it some weird way for you to gain power over me? A sad way to boost your ego?”. As Zuko and Azula went to square up to each other you stepped between them. “Alright enough the both of you! Zuko please go back to the house, i’ll handle this”. “But she...”. “Zuko please” you said sharply and he nodded “fine” and with a glare left. You watched him go before turning back to Azula. You’d been about to suggest you go home given that Azula was surely freezing out here in the middle of the night but Azula broke into a rant. "Everyone leaves me for him" she cried "Mai! My uncle! Mother! Even my father...after i was smarter, a better fire bender, more loyal and younger he still gave Zuko every little chance and only crowned me after Zuko literally ran away! When will i be good enough people don’t just choose him without a second thought for me?". "Azula i didn’t choose Zuko over you! Just because i like Zuko doesn’t mean i don’t like you still". "That may be true but this changes our friendship completely, it did with Mai! People always prioritise their partners over their friends so i’ll be second best once again". "Are you kidding?" you asked "Azula now i need you more than ever! Relationships aren’t when you ditch your friends, they’re when you need them the most! Who else are you going to go to for a break or a nice getaway? Who else is going to support and love you in only the platonic way a friend can? Who else can i complain about Zuko to when he annoys me or we fight?" you asked "they’re all things you need your friends for! Desperately and that’s going to be the same for me". "But when Mai dated him...". "But i’m not Mai" you smiled softly "Azula we are good friends, i won’t sideline you because of this. You mean just as much to me now as before i started dating Zuko". Azula huffed but you could see her melting. "So...how about we go inside, get some warm milk and talk a bit more about this huh?". You offered Azula your hand and she took it but she didn’t stop there. Azula threw her arms around you and hugged you tightly. "I’m partly doing this for the cold but thank you" she said softly "nobodies ever tried to make me feel supported when they've chosen Zuko, they just tell me to deal with it but you’re the first to try and reassure me and so i know you mean it, to still be my friend". "Of course" you smiled "you're my best friend!". Azula smiled and linked her arm through yours "i like that!”.

Zuko stared in awe as you and Azula returned grinning. "How did it go is everything okay?". You nodded "your extremely cool sister is fine with it". "Yes i thought this would be a great way to have an inside scoop on you zuzu". "She’s kidding i won’t talk to her about you...a lot". Zuko blinked "okay if everything's okay then i should go speak to Sokka and Katara, they’re waiting for me in the kitchen". Azula smiled "that’s a good idea, when you come back zuzu find me, i have some threats about what will happen if you hurt my best friend". You smiled at Azula and stepped to Zuko "good luck but don’t worry Sokka’s all bite, Katara’s the one to look out for but she has a big heart, just tell her how good a time we’ve had and you’ll be fine". "Good tips, any for my sister?". You smiled "Azula is one i have not worked out yet" you grinned "but i’m sure you’ll manage, you are the firelord after all". Zuko smirked and you patted his shoulder "after your appointment with my brother and sister and then your sister....you could always come find me in your room?". Zuko smiled "is that my motivation for surviving this?". You shrugged "you can think of it as that" and stepped away from him. Zuko watched you before sighing "alright let’s get this over with” he said loudly and strode towards the kitchen.

You turned back to Azula who raised an eyebrow at Zuko’s sudden confidence and she frowned. "Do i even want to know?" Azula asked and you shook your head "no". “Ow and don’t worry if I’m not in our room tonight”. “Euch Y/n!” Azula cried and you shrugged “what? I didn’t say why”. “I know why” she sighed before she smiled “at least I can have your bigger bed”. “Be my guest” you smiled, you had a firelord to get reacquainted with.

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taro-im · 3 years

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when he throws his wedding ring on the floor

ANGST to fluff

warnings: language

oikawa x reader

“Seriously Tooru! You can’t just come home 2 in the fucking morning without any texts or calls to tell me your okay!” You said in the brink of tears yelling at your husband who just came home from a party drunk

“y/n what the fuck I just came home and your already bitching at me?” “W-what? Tooru I thought you were in a car accident you don’t want me to worry?! Even worse I thought you were dead!” You said yelling “enough y/n! Your so god damn annoying sometimes I need space from you and your whole family!” He said voice louder that you almost backed down “excuse me?” “Yeah that’s right y/n, your whole family and you are so god damn annoying, your father expects me to be working a normal office job, your mother always coming over uninvited without a phone call and most of all YOU always so damn annoying texting me during practice, calling me way too many times!-“ “Tooru-“ “NO YOU BETTER NOT CUT ME OFF Y/N” he said catching a breath glaring at you while your just in shock at what’s coming out of his mouth… “you know what I regret most y/n?” He said walking closer to you while you were taking a few steps back “come on tell me y/n what do you think I hate and despise the most” he said bitterly laughing “I-I don’t know Tooru!” You said crying “I regret moving back to Japan and marrying you” he said throwing his wedding ring on the kitchen floor… “yeah that’s it I finally said it!” He said massaging his temples while your just witnessing at what he just did… he threw the ring he made vows with you, he threw the ring him and you went through store to store to find the “perfect” one, he threw the ring that was a symbol of your two year marriage… “where are you going y/n too scared to hear the truth?” He said while you were walking away eyes wide open tears trickling down your face trying to control your breathing so you weren’t a sobbing mess, you went into the guest bedroom sitting on the floor painfully looking at your left ring finger seeing the diamond shining beautifully “I didn’t ask you to come back to Japan” You said in a broken sob muffling your cries so he couldn’t hear, you weren’t able to sleep that night replaying his words over and over again, your head playing with you thinking that your the one at fault but you were right… even when Oikawa started settling what he said in his thick skull he knew what he did was more than wrong…

now the next morning you woke up with the most puffiest eyes you’ve had, you didn’t have the energy of dressing up or taking a shower and going to work but you had to, and you remember Oikawa and you go to your jobs at the same time in the morning, “hey yumi im going to be 30 minutes late sorry” you said clearing your voice so you didn’t sound like you were crying “of course y/n don’t worry I’ll cover for you girly” she said then you hanged up the phone, “babe- your going to be late” he said waking up next to nothing, maybe you already left for work till he heard some noise from a distance “y/n… you there?” He said going towards the second bedroom only for him to hear the noice stop “y/n your going to be late if you stay here longer…” “y/n?” He said sitting by the doorway trying to hear what’s happening “I’m going to go to practice but remember to go to work… love you” he said heart slightly throbbing, regretting what he did last night… if he was being honest he did regret coming back to Japan but the part about marrying you? He would never regret it he loves everything about you and what he said last night he wish he could of shutted his mouth up and he most of all hated the fact he threw his wedding ring on the floor… he went into the kitchen and saw the ring at its exact same spot picking it up made him feel more guilty… you avoided your husband like a plague, eating takeout and leaving his order you chose for him on the kitchen table, waking up early to take a shower and head off to work, locking yourself in the guest bedroom during days he was home, till the second week of avoiding him you were cleaning the house and he sneaked up from behind you “hey love…” he said hugging you from behind “hm?” “What do you mean hm? Don’t you miss me” he said trying to lighten up the mood only for you to get out of his grasp “y/n wait!” He said grabbing your hand only to see your not wearing your wedding ring “why aren’t you wearing your ring baby?” He said heart slightly in pain “I was cleaning the house I didn’t want it to- scratch” you said coming up with a lie so you could get out of the room “y/n you can’t scratch a ring by cleaning” “can you let go of me now Tooru? I really need to clean the living room” “it’s already clean” “well can you please get out I feel uncomfortable” you said hand shaking “y/n… I didn’t mean to I love you so much” he said eyes watery “I know you didn’t mean it Tooru, just leave me alone for now?” “but y/n…” “what?” “I didn’t mean what I said last week, I love you so much, your the best thing to ever happen to me- I love your family and I don’t regret moving back” he said pulling you in a hug from behind “Tooru… you can’t lie to yourself, I can’t keep you here you need to go back to Argentina” you said holding in tears”what do you mean y/n?” “I mean it’s time for you to go, I can’t be the one ruining your dreams, you’ve been planning this since hjghschool I can’t keep you here” your voice cracked slightly tears trickling down both of your faces “I’m already happy here”he said guilty “I know your lying Tooru… let’s have a little break from each other we both know we can’t be holding each other down from our separate d-dreams” you said holding in your sob while he was crying into your back “y-you can’t say that , do you know how much I love you?” He said sniffling turning you his way so you could look the brunette in his teary eyes “I know Tooru but we can’t be doing this to each other” you said crying in his chest “y/n… I’m really sorry you know that? I love you” he said kissing your forehead “I love you too you idiot” you said hitting his chest crying harder…

“I’ll see you later Tooru” you said holding in your tears and sad voice seeing off your husband at the airport… “bye love, I’ll call you when I’m in the airplane” he said walking towards you giving you a long hug “yeah… bye Tooru have a safe trip” you said hugging him tighter “you know you should write me letters since we’re going to be over a thousand miles apart” you said trying to lighten the mood kissing his forehead “yeah I’ll do that y/n…” “well good bye” you said getting out of his embrace now waving him goodbye…

4 years later:

“He should be here soon” Iwaizumi said eyebrows furrowed looking at his phone for the time “yeah he should be here already” you said anxious looking at your makeup to see if it looked smudge only to feel calloused hands covering your eyes “guess who” the familiar voice but now deeper said almost laughing “who’s this? I don’t know who you are” you said jokingly “you don’t remember your husband?” He said turning you his way cupping your face “Tooru!” You said jumping into his arms giving him a kiss on the cheek “I miss you y/n” he said in a big smile can’t helping but grinning like an idiot “I miss you too” you said touching his face looking at the man you haven’t seen in person for a long time “Iwa did you miss me?” He said hugging you by the waist coming forward “no of course not idiot now come on we’re going to be late” he said laughing “I know you missed me! Do you think you can hold my luggage? Ya know that flight was so long” he said teasing “shut up shittykawa” he said hitting his back “again with the names iwa?!”

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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hey, if you have the time can you write a blurb where harry gets home from the studio and he's stressed, so the reader ask him to take a bath with her? and it's really fluffy, with rose petals and wine glasses? I know this is all over the place, I'm sorry shakshskwh

we all need a bit of domestic harry fluff in our lives so here we are <33 hope you like it;

You knew something was wrong without having to ask him.

Harry had rushed out of the apartment this morning to go to the studio, having had an important call from Tyler about something, leaving you to clean up around the house all day. However, there had been no good morning text from Harry, or even one from a lunch break, and he hadn’t picked up your call when you did. Harry never ignores you, unless he is in a really bad mood. Something to do with not wanting to be a burden and pass on his troubles to you. So you, being the best girlfriend in the world, had decided to do something kind for him when he gets home.

About an hour ago you’d texted Harry just to check up on him and also so you could time your plan of making him feel better.

To Harry: I love you. Hope you’re okay. Let me know when you’ll be home❤️

From Harry: Sorry about today love. I’ll be home at around 7pm. I love you xx

You’d bought the raw ingredients from Asda and made blueberry muffins - Harry’s favourite - along with buying some avocados in case he preferred to have that on toast when he gets in. You’d bought a bottle of red wine, the cheapest you could find obviously, and poured two glasses waiting. Finally, you’d ran a hot water bath with lavender soap and added a few rose petals, because you knew they were good for calming and relaxing. The bathroom smelt soft and cosy, like a warm blanket on a winters evening.

It was 7:08pm when he walked through the door, you hearing the door shut with a heavy sigh of relief from your boyfriend. He slipped off his blue checkered vans and walked through into the kitchen, his keys making a clattering sound as he dropped them in the key-bowl.

“Y/N, love?” He called out to you, but you didn’t respond. He furrowed his eyebrows at the silence, but even more so at the arrangement that was left on the kitchen counter-side for him.

He made his way over, his socks making him slide slightly on the shiny marble floor. He took in the selection of things on the side; the blueberry muffins, the avocado, the glass of red wine and its’ bottle and even a little cut out photo of you and him that he knew you’d stole from a photo frame - somewhere around the apartment. He smiled as he picked up the photo and remembered the memory well; you latched onto his back as Harry waded through a muddy puddle back in Holmes Chapel, because he didn’t want you to get wet and he’d been the only sensible one in wearing welly boots. You were both laughing and it made Harry’s heart swell at how much your happiness could bring him his too.

He placed the photo down and turned to the envelope that sat next to the plate of muffins. It was a white envelope signed ‘H x’ on the front and underlined. He turned it over and undid the seal, bringing out a card that had written on the front ‘You’ve got this!’ which Harry could’ve sworn he saw in Asda the other day underneath the exam congratulations cards. He smiled at your kindness, turning it over briefly but then sighing when he noticed you’d written a message too.

“God damn you Y/N.” He muttered under his breathe, tears forming in eyes from the overwhelming amount of love he had for you - just as you had for him.

Harry, it read, I know today had been tough but look, you got through it and i’m proud of you and for that you deserve a blueberry muffin! If you’d rather share a glass of wine with me then come join me upstairs and we’ll finish the bottle together. I love you always. Yours, Y/N. It was signed with a kiss of your lips in pink lipstick. Harry brought the paper to his lips and kissed over the mark where you’d kissed, never feeling so loved than right now.

You were an absolute treasure.

Harry picked up his glass of wine and the bottle, before heading off upstairs. Originally he’d thought that you’d been in bed, waiting for him with a tub of raspberry ripple ice-cream and the latest episode of Love Island, but as he ascended the stairs he could smell the lavender bubbles and the even sweeter scents of your rose petals you loved so much.

He walked into the bedroom first, just to make sure that you weren’t actually in there, before making his way to the bathroom. As he opened the door, the heat hit him all at once making him feel so cosy and blanketed.

Then he saw you.

You were shoulder deep in the bath, which was tucked into the corner of the room in a triangle sort of shape, looking as beautiful as ever. Your hair was up and out of the water, it not being its’ wash day today, and you’d accidentally given yourself a bubble beard. You looked innocently perfect, even with a glass of wine in your hand. You smiled when you saw Harry, moving from the far side of the bath to the side closest to Harry. You rested your arm on the side of the bath, propping your head up to have a steadier vision of your boyfriend.

“Hello.” You spoke softly as Harry walked over to the bath, placing both his glass and bottle on the side of it carefully. He then came in front of you and crouched down with a crack of his old-man knees.

“Hi beautiful.” He stroked your cheek with his fingers, watching as you hummed in sight of having him so close and so loved up.

“You okay?” You asked, looking into his eyes for any sign that he was about to lie. You wanted him to be honest with you and honest he was.

“I can’t lie and say everything was perfect today, no.” He chuckled, you pouting when you heard his answer.

“I’m sorry. Want to take a bath with me?” You asked and this is exactly what Harry loved about you. You didn’t force him to talk about whatever had happened when you could clearly see he was still working through it himself, instead you simply comforted him and tried to help him remind him that you were here for him whenever he was ready to open up.

“Love to. Let me just go undress.” He stood up, but you reached out to grab him on his blue jeans before he could get very far.

“Don’t go. Undress here, please?” It was the little please that made Harry cave, not wanting to make you upset. He’d do anything to make sure you were happy.

He nodded and pulled off his socks first, making you laugh as he wiggled his oddly sized toes. Next was his grey TPWK jumper that he pulled off over his head along with his t-shirt.

“Damn.” You wolf whistled as his torso became exposed, making Harry shake his head and laugh at you from your silliness. “This strip tease is ten out of ten, Styles.”

“Oh shut up you.” He laughed as he pulled his jeans off and then finally his boxers. He didn’t even hesitate on that last item of clothing, both of you being absolutely comfortable with exposing yourself in front of each other. There was nothing sexual about being naked with each other, however, this time. You were just in love with each other. Simple as that.

He stepped into the bath, you moving back over to the far side so he could climb in. Once he sunk down and submerged his body he let out the biggest and happiest sigh, making you giggle. He took his glass of wine and took a large sip from it, leaning his back in relief afterwards.

“Nice?” You asked, knowing the answer already because it was sat proud on his face.

His eyes met yours and you pursed your lips under his gaze. You could see the cogs turning in his head and you only wished that you could see inside his head, just for a moment, to understand how he felt.

“C’mere.” He spoke softly, turning to put his glass back on the side as you shifted over towards him. Once you met him, he took your glass.

“Hey!” You whined in protest.

“Can have it back in a minute. Just want you for a bit, okay?” He explained, devoting his entire attention to you now. You sat on his lap and spiralled your arms around his neck, Harry’s hands finding their home on your waist.

Your lips both did the talking then.

He cupped your face gently and pulled you into him until your felt his plush pink lips kiss yours. You divulged in him and his love, feeling his warmth everywhere and your mouth. He was warming your heart the same way the bath warmed your bodies. There was nothing rushed or sensual about the kiss, it was simple and pretty. His lips moulded to yours perfectly and his tongue made sure to slide it’s way inside your mouth for a taste. You tasted divine - like the richest, most expensive, of wines. He pulled back first, not before you could push an extra peck to his lips for good measure.

“I’m so lucky to have you, Y/N.” Harry smiled, keeping ahold of your face as he spoke to you.

“And I you.”

Harry shook his head as the misunderstanding of his words. “No. You seriously have turned my life into something worth living and I couldn’t be happier to be with you. Y’so special to me, Y/N, and I love you.”

“I love you too, Harry.” You leant to kiss him again. “And i’m here for you for anything.”

“I know. That’s why i’m lucky to have you.”

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twistedmusings · 3 years

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Doing Anything for Heat

“Do you always refer to yourself in third person when writing these up?”

“Legalities, Prefect, although I do not expect you to know anything about that.”

Guess who can’t write as much anymore because she got a nasty bite at work! So yes, I was working on requests so diligently and then bam--this happens.

As an apology for my late ass writings, please take this mini scenario for the Octavinelle Trio! Azul’s SSR card got translated and I just...god I love these boys so much q wq Reader: [G/N] Warnings: Casual flirting, possessive thoughts from all the boys and just MC striking up a contract with Azul and taking a very creative approach towards it~

“[Y/N]!!!!” Grimm pulls at your arm as you sit down across from Azul, the man holding out a contract to you as he tilts his head with a smile. “What will it be, Prefect?”

Your hands sweat as you rub them on your legs. “Hehe~ Little Shrimp looks so scared~”

The contract is placed in front of you slowly, Azul taking care of minding his manners as you lean back and go over the simple specifications. Made simpler, of course, since Azul had ‘such’ a kind heart.

What a con artist.

Winter was hitting Night Raven College hard but was hitting Ramshackle even harder.

How many blankets had you bought from Sam’s shop? Ten? Twenty? You honestly didn’t know but you and Grimm were close to freezing some night and you had just about enough of living in an ice cube for a dorm.

You were acting out of desperation.

And, ever the businessman, Azul had stretched out his hand for your unfortunate soul.

“Bring sixty customers during our lunch rush tomorrow and Azul Ashengrotto will personally see that a heater is installed in Ramshackle the same day.”

You put the contract down and look him in the eye. “Do you always refer to yourself in third person when writing these up?”

“Legalities, Prefect, although I do not expect you to know anything about that.”

Great, more insults towards your intelligence.

Sixty customers. If you were to break that down it would be ten from each dorm not counting Octavinelle. You could rope Ace and Deuce to come, guilt trip Jack for not helping you with that assignment due last night, kindly ask Epel to make his way over here and maybe if you promised Sebek that you would listen to him rant about his dorm leader he would reluctantly agree.

But that wouldn’t be near enough.

Azul clicks his tongue while Jade speaks up, “We will have to take that answer today, [Y/N]-san. If not, I guess maybe we could let you take some blankets from Octavinelle--”

“Fine! Fine.” you sign your name on the dotted line and hand the contract back to Azul, the other grinning as he handed it towards his right-hand man. “How wonderful! I’ll be waiting with baited breath to see what you bring us tomorrow~”

You give Azul the fakest smile you can muster, waving goodbye to the twins as you make your way out of the lounge with Grimm by your side. “Fgnaaa~! We are screwed! [Y/N] how could you! We are going to be stuck waiting tables for ETERNITY now!”

“Not if we bring them what they asked for.” you bite your bottom lip as you look at the Monstro Lounge, your eyes falling on the small stage.

Oh right. Some students played here. Well, students deemed worthy enough to play. You remember the Music Club trying to do a gig here but failing miserably the moment Lilia opened his mouth. Despite the failure, it did bring some people in to get Azul over the red.

A floorshow.

That’s right! A floorshow!

“Grimm!” you grab the cat and bring him close as he freaks out.

“What--what!”

“I got it!” you hold him out in front of you, “We are going to have to let go of our pride a bit and this experience might humble us but...we will have heat!’

“[Y/N] you are scaring me--”

Grimm barely gets to say what he wants as he is dragged back into your arms, your feet running as fast as you can into Mr.S’s shop for the stuff that you will need.

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“Ah! Little Shrimp!”

Jade looks up from the numbers he was crunching, smiling as he sees you approaching the table. You wave at Floyd and nod politely towards Jade, sitting down and tapping your fingers against the bar.

“You are here rather late, [Y/N]-san. We have two hours until closing time.”

“I’m just…putting my plan into action. Azul said he wanted sixty by tomorrow, after all.” Floyd grins as he finishes cleaning up the remaining glasses.

“Eh? You are doing something tonight, little Shrimp?”

“...yes.”

He leans close, smiling wider as he sees a certain change in your appearance. The Monstro Lounge was always dark in order to provide a more atmospheric mood at night but with the little light he had to work with he could clearly see traces of makeup all over your face. “Little Shrimp looks so shiny...just like a pearl.” You pull away as he tries to get closer, putting your hand out to stop him and turn your attention towards Jade. “Right. Do you have a backroom next to the stage? I just need to get some things ready--”

“Go into the kitchen, farthest door to the back. There should be a door that leads you towards the back of the stage.” “Do you guys have a light booth--” “Next to the stage.” Jade’s eyes shine, interested in what you are about to pull off, “Do you need our help--”

“Nope that is alright I can take care of this myself thank you.”

Both twins watch you trot towards the kitchen, Grimm following close behind and about three ghosts ‘matching’ his step.

“...Floyd.”

“Yes?”

“Call Azul. I think he’ll be interested to see what is going on.”

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“For heat. For heat. For heat!”

You were doing this because of your situation. The situation was desperate so you had to take desperate measures.

Grimm clears his throat as you finish fixing his bowtie, the transparent fabric looking beautiful with the stitched shells all over it.

“Are the ghosts ready?” you ask.

“Just waiting for the curtains to close.”

The crowd goes quiet as you press a few buttons and close them, hushing the late night crowd as you step onto the stage. You try to step softly so that the click of your heels won’t be heard while Grimm opens up the rather large shell in the middle of the stage. This was usually used as a promotional device, customers taking pictures inside it to promote their visits to the lounge. It had a soft cushiony seat inside and could fit a whole student.

You give a thumbs up to your other roommates, the ghosts smiling as their instruments manifested in front of them.

Spectral instruments really came in handy in these situations. “Breathe...Breathe…” you sit down inside the shell and pull your legs up with you, fixing the train of your dress and touching the small shell tiara on your head. It was fashioned after King Triton after all, maybe Azul would get the reference?

Or rather, you hoped Azul wasn’t watching at all. “Okay...close it, Grimm.” He nods and brings the top of the shell down slowly, trapping you both inside as he gave the cue to start up the lights. This was all for a heater...and maybe some tuna.

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-At first he wanted to laugh as he saw the curtain slowly being drawn back, when was the last time they used this stage? Student players just weren’t ‘in’ as much anymore and he had to keep up with the trends. What were you planning to do with this?

-Yet his mouth clicked shut as the lights landed right on the shell, the music starting as your voice rang out softly from inside.

-He barely paid attention to the band as the shell slowly opened, Grimm flying out elegantly as he opened it while your frame was slowly being revealed to him as every student’s jaw almost hit the floor.

-Azul clutched his cane as he watched you cradle your legs close to yourself, the lyrics completely blowing past him as you stretch yourself out to show off the outfit you had on. It seemed to shine like a pearl under the lights, your chest being accentuated by how snug it fit against your frame.

-He licked his lips when his eyes landed on your undecorated neck. It was as if you were begging for it to be decorated with bites. Surely he could make a nice necklace for you.

-Dammit he should have sat closer, students were actually getting up from their booths and moving to any tables that were closer to the stage as you start getting up, the train of fabric in your outfit resembling the top of a shell as it brushes across the ground as you make your way to the floor.

-He bites his bottom lip as he sees you making your way around the tables, your voice soft and melodic as the students watch the performance flabbergasted. You are letting your fingers glide against the tables, winking at some of the more bold students who put out their hands so they could touch yours.

-If you were to look at his face you would see no trace of emotion but inside his head he was screaming at you to pass by his table already don’t you know anything about customer service?

-You finally make eye contact with the table he was sitting at, Azul feeling a shiver go up his spine at how your flirtatious eyes suddenly turned nervous. Nobody else had gotten that look.

-Again, he needed to see you looking at him like that again.

-So this is what you were planning. How interesting~

-He watched from behind Azul, taking off his coat and laying it on the back of the plush booth as he took in your form. Where had you gotten such a cute outfit, he wondered. The color made you shine like the rarest pearl and every time the light hit you just right he could see the glitter in your eyelids as you started to approach their table.

-You made eye contact with him, clearly trying to keep up the act of ‘mysterious’ floor show guest but failing as his eyes took you in the closer you got.

-The students groan when they see you sit right next to Azul, pressing close to him as he dares to put an arm around your waist and squeeze. Oh he could bet Azul was happy with how jealous all the students looked.

-Jade couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him when you took Azul’s hat and shoved it in his face before pulling away as quickly as possible.

-He follows your movements as you walk behind him, the sudden hand on his back making him hum in thought as the idea of pinning you right to the back of the booth so you would sing only to him suddenly seeming like the only thing to do in this situation.

-You really had no idea what you could awaken in him if you kept playing around.

-His eyes meet yours as you start walking away but his hand catches your wrist as he tugs you back to him--!

-But Jade, ever the unpredictable man, only presses his lips to your hand before letting you go.

-You were doing a floor show for the customers after all. Didn’t mean that he wouldn’t be talking to you later~

-Floyd had moved himself to the table closest to the stage, tie undone and smile wider than anyone had ever seen as he watched you pay attention to almost every table. The table he was sitting at had been filled with students who deemed themselves rather lucky to get so close only for them to scram when they saw who was approaching it.

-He waves at you when you finally make eye contact with him, licking his lips and smiling as he sees your reluctance to get near him.

-Which he didn’t mind, the fact that you were so wary of him made you all the more adorable.

-You try your best to be as flirty as you had before, merely touching his hand as he holds it out to you but for Floyd that is not enough. The moment your fingers pressed against his palm, he snatched your wrist and brought you to his lap, students gasping as his hands landed on your sides.

-Oh the material was so soft! He ran his fingers up and down as you press hand to his chest while you sang the last few notes of the song.

-Floyd couldn’t help the little giggle as he saw the embarrassment on your face, your hand clearly pushing on his chest but his hands clearly weren’t letting you go. What were you going to do, little Shrimp?

-His eyes widen at your sudden improvisation, your hands taking his and pressing them to your face so he could cup your cheeks. Instinctively he pulled you closer as the song suddenly stopped---

”Floyd-senpai, I have to go.”

-The whisper is only for him to hear as you catch him off guard with that soft look and pull away, you holding out the last note of the song as if you had planned to be caught by him all along.

-He clicks his tongue and leans back, eyes watching you go back up the stage and sitting inside the shell as you pull your legs closer to you before blowing a kiss to the now applauding crowd as Grimm closed the shell.

-Surely the kiss had been for him, right? If it had been for any of these other bottom feeders...well no matter. Even if it hadn’t been for him, Floyd would make sure to squeeze you real tight the moment you got off stage.

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You lay down on the cushion as you put your arms over your eyes, groaning as you tried to get your thoughts together.

If this worked out the way you thought it would, word of mouth would get around and you would bring around sixty customers so that they could partake in what they had missed tonight.

Has it cost you your dignity? Yes.

Was the outfit embarrassing? Yes.

Did you have to flirt with all three Octavinelle members so they would see that you were serious about finally going to sleep without shivering? Yes and yes.

At least it was over.

“Yo Grimm. Can you open this? I want to change!”

Your hands tap the top of the shell, sighing in relief as it slowly opened.

Only for you to yelp as hands pin you down to the cushion, a very familiar face grinning down at you as Floyd laughs merrily.

“Ahaha~! Nee, that kiss was for me, right Little Shrimpy? You blew that my way, right?”

Jade sighs and steps behind his brother, pulling him up by the collar so that you could get your bearings.

“It was at the customers, Floyd. I believe [Y/N]-san wanted this to be spoken about tomorrow, correct?”

You nod as he lets go of Floyd and holds out his hand for you to take.

“What an interesting plan...right Azul?”

The Octavinelle dorm leader isn’t really looking at you, he is still staring at everything that you had on taking it as much as he could before your voice brought him back. “So...how did I do?”

Azul blinks before smiling as he steps close and holds out his arm for you to take.

“I have yet to see the terms of the contract be met but...we can discuss how you did in my office. Mind telling me how you came up with this plan? ”

“Y--Yeah! Sure!”

You take Azul’s arm and speak about your thought process, not noticing the grins on the eel’s faces as they hold themselves back until they reach Azul’s office.

How nice, it would be the first time you would be staying over at Octavinelle, even if you didn’t know it yet.

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