#I KNEW THEY WERE A SEX POSITIVE PARENT BUT NOT LIKE THAT HOLY FUCK

[b0tster]

seen all these trans asks and I'm a gremblin who wants to be a part of it too!

i want to say how amazing it is that so many trans people are out and proud about who they are, i wouldn't be where i am today if it wasn't for all of you wonderful trans people!

for as long as i can remember i always wanted to be a girl, my earliest memories is being like 5? 6? and making up a daydream that i was a faraway princess from another universe except some evil thing drove me and my parents out and i ended up here, in the "wrong body" (not that i think that anymore, i will forever be grateful for HRT, it is amazing for allowing me to make my body my own)

all it took was an offhanded comment by a sex-ed teacher about people transitioning and just knowing it was possible was enough to send me into a spiral and completely change everything i knew whati was now, i was trans! i was also terrified, the cis people around me rarely ever spoke in a positive light about them and a cursory look at the process online and I'dneed to go to a child court, which means I'dhave to tell my parents, i sunk into a pretty major depression about how long it would take, if it would even possible, how much hassle I'd have to go through and stayed in this funk for 4-5 years, and it led to me [cw suicide]: very nearly taking my own life

/cw

after this i made the effort to seriously start transitioning, getting friends who were supportive (and didn't need contraceptives for their intended purpose) to sneak me contraceptive pills whilst i waited for the intentionally (bc the government is fucking awful to trans people) tortuous process of getting HRT prescribed and transitioning.

i transitioned almost 6? 7? years ago now (i wasn't much a part of the larger trans community back then so i never saved my HRT anniversary and now i forgot 😭 )

i don't regret any of it, and if you think you might be trans at all, there's no better time to start the process than now, leaving it and letting it fester bc you're worried about the hassle of it or the reactions of people or w/e won't do any good! especially if like lillith said you'd do it if there was less hassle! The hassle is intentional to try and stop you from transitioning by bigots, don't let them win!

obviously, just wanna make clear this comes from a place of being able to afrord, and a desire to be on, HRT and you're not any lesser if you can't afford or don't want to take HRT!

holy shit. thanks for sharing this incredible story

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

Prompt for @oneforthemunny summer game!! I saw that the one you wrote was also Dom!Eddie x brat! Reader with this same prompt but I’ve been working on it for hours so I hope it’s okay that it’s the same prompt, I promise the story itself is different!!

☀️- eddie comes home to see you sunbathing...topless ;) can be dom!sub! if you'd like, or sweet smutty goodness. whatever you'd like it to be! have fun with it!

Contains:18+ minors DNI, dom/sub dynamics, nipple play/slapping, light choking, unprotected sex (lmk if I missed any!)

Steve’s parents were gone for the entire summer so he gave the whole gang free range use of his pool so no one had to deal with the chaos that is Hawkins community pool. He gave everyone the code to the back gate so they could get in when he wasn’t home and he gave the actual adults the garage code in case they needed anything inside.

Since it was your day off and everyone else was working you decided you’d go over to Steve’s house and have some much needed alone time by the pool. You left Eddie a note on the kitchen counter telling him where you would be and headed over to Steve’s.

You were laid out on one of the pool chairs with an ice cold vodka lemonade, in nothing but your bikini bottoms. The weather was perfect, not too hot, not too cool with a nice summer breeze so you decided to ditch your top and let the sun hit your bare chest.

You had your headphones on, walkman playing one of your favorite albums while you closed your eyes and soaked up the sun so you didn’t hear the footsteps approaching or the sound of the glass sliding back door.

Suddenly the sun went behind the clouds and you huffed, pushing your sunglasses up and opening your eyes. But instead of being met with the sight of the sky it’s your boyfriend standing over you, looking extremely annoyed. “Oh! Holy shit Eddie, you fucking scared me!” You said ripping your headphones off He huffed, clearly annoyed “Yeah imagine if it wasn’t me, huh? You’re out here with your TITS OUT, headphones so loud I could hear them from by the door and apparently with your eyes closed?? Literally anyone could’ve walked up and seen you like this.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes “okay? Well you aren’t anybody, are you? You’re the one who found me so it looks like it worked out. Now if you’ll excuse me, you’re blocking my sun. Why are you here so early anyways? Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

“Wow. Happy to see you too, baby. I got off early, we weren’t busy so my boss said I could go enjoy the nice weather. Which I WANTED to spend with my best girl but apparently the feeling isn’t mutual”

“Oh my god, you know it’s not like that. I was just surprised to see you is all, and I kinda thought I’d have a few hours to myself before anyone else showed up.”

You sat up, your tits bouncing as you did, Eddie couldn’t resist gawking for a moment. You really did look gorgeous laid out in the sun, your tits on display skin glistening from the sunscreen you had applied to your body. But after a second he was snapped from his trance, jealousy and possessiveness creeping up on him. Any one of his friends could have showed up instead of him and seen you how only HE was supposed to see you. “Okay well what if someone else showed up? One of the kids? The boys would’ve been embarrassed for life. Or even worse STEVE, you’re mine and you know it. So why are you flaunting what is mine?”

At this point you were annoyed with him, Steve left right when you got there to give the boys a ride to the arcade on his way to work so you were positive that wasn’t going to happen. “Eddie, you’re being ridiculous. Even if that did happen it wouldn’t be the end of the world, they're just boobs! Plus I knew for a fact it wasn’t going to happen so why are we even still talking about it? Just let it go already, you’re ruining my good mood.” You knew you were going to rile him up with your attitude, and you’d be lying if you said it hadn’t crossed your mind the minute you took your top off. You knew if he found out you here topless in Harrington’s backyard that he would lose his shit so maybe you wanted to poke the bear a little if you got the chance.

He was starting to lose patience with you and you could tell, he let out a deep breath through his nose before he grabbed your jaw with his large hand and squeezed your cheeks “that’s not the fucking point and you know it. You didn’t expect me to be here and I am so how would you know for sure no one else was going to show up? You didn’t and you did it anyway.” Your stomach flipped at the tone of his voice and you had to clench your thighs together to relieve the pressure building in your core. You tried to hold in the whimper but the slightest sound escaped and you knew he heard it when a cocky smirk spread across his lips “look at you, this is what you fucking wanted isn’t it? Huh? You hoped I’d find you like this?”

When you didn’t answer his hand gripping your face moved to your neck and squeezed once as a warning “I asked you a question baby doll. “

“N-no, I just wanted to feel the sun on my skin. It felt so nice I wasn’t trying to do anything.” You looked up at him with big round eyes but he saw right through you, he knew all your little games.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, you’re going to go inside and go in the guest room and wait for me. I’m going to smoke a cigarette and take as long as I need before I come meet you up there. You know how I want you, go.” He gave your neck one last squeeze and gave you a hard smack on your ass when you walked by him causing you to yelp. You went to the guest room and took off your swimsuit bottoms leaving you completely bare as you kneeled at the edge of the bed with your hands in your lap while you waited for Eddie.

It wasn’t long before you started getting squirmy, you really hadn’t meant to rile him up like this but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t turning you the fuck on so you decided to play into it. After what felt like hours you finally heard footsteps coming up the stairs. He walked through the door looking so sexy, you didn’t really get to appreciate what he was wearing before but holy fuck. He was wearing that Iron Maiden shirt you loved that he cut the sleeves off of exposing almost his entire rib cage, showing off his tattoos that were usually hidden. The shirt stopped just above his belt and his ripped jeans were sagging slightly so when he raised his arms over his head it exposed that delicious sliver of midriff to you.

Subconsciously you squeezed your hands between your thighs and wiggled a little in your spot. “I thought you were capable of being a good girl when I first walked in here but I see you squeezing those hands between your thighs and I didn’t give you permission to relieve yourself did I?” You whimpered at the sound of his voice but didn’t say anything, just continued squeezing your thighs and looking at him with glassy eyes already feeling yourself slip into that hazy headspace and he hadn’t even touched you yet.

He walked over to you, ripping your hands from in between your thighs and holding them above your head with one of his. Using his other hand to smack your inner thighs until you opened them. “I” smack. “Asked” smack. “You.” Smack. “A fucking” smack smack. “Question.” Smack.

“F-fuck, no, no you didn’t say I could relieve myself I’m sorry.” He cupped your pussy running the palm of his hand up and down with ease because of how slick you already were. “God, this pussy is so fucking wet for me.” He let your hands go and put them at your sides, still rubbing his hand up and down. His palm hitting your clit deliciously with every stroke. You only get lost in the feeling for a few seconds before you feel a big ringed hand land a harsh smack on your tit.

“Oh shit!” You let out a yelp and jolted backwards.

He stopped stroking your pussy to pull you back to the end of the bed by your thighs “did I say you could fucking move? You’re going to sit right here while I remind you who these fucking tits belong to.” He grabbed your hands in his and put them at your sides “Don’t. Move.” His hand came down on your tit again, his rings enhancing the pain in the best way. “Open your mouth” you obliged, and he shoved his fingers in your mouth “suck” you did as you were told, wetting them with your spit. He pulled them from your mouth and dragged them down to your chest, his now slick fingers lightly tracing around your nipple. You let out a moan at the feeling and before you could process his fingers grabbed your nipple and squeezed hard.

“O-oh fuck! Shit.” He shoved the fingers from his other hand into your mouth, gagging you slightly before repeating the actions on the other side. He grabbed both of your nipples at once and twisted them. “You like this don’t you? Is this what you wanted? If you wanted me to play with your tits baby all you had to do was ask” he let go of your nipples and both his hands came smacking down on either one of your boobs, once, twice, three times before he grabbed hold of your nipples again.

It went on like this for a while, him squeezing and smacking your tits. Adding his teeth, biting at your supple flesh and leaving love bites all over your chest. “Whose tits are these, baby?” He was licking all over your chest while he squeezed your tender nipples in both hands.

“Yours! They’re yours! Only yours I p-promise!” You didn’t know how much more of this you could take, your tits were so sensitive and your pussy was dripping begging to be touched. “Please fuck me, I’ll be so good if you please just fuck me.” There were tears starting to form in your eyes, and your words were starting to sound slurred. Eddie was so fucking hard thinking about how he could get you to this fucked out state without even truly touching you that he couldn’t even bring himself to protest.

“Alright baby, lay down, I’ll give you what you want.” You laid back on the bed with your legs hanging off the edge and Eddie came up between your legs, hooking them around his hips before he lined himself up with your dripping cunt. Ready and waiting for his cock, always the perfect fit. He didn’t give you time to adjust, just slamming into you in one thrust and fucking you hard and fast. “You’re so hot like this princess, all fucked out just for ME, my pussy, my tits. Mine mine mine.” He leaned over you and kissed you hard, bringing one of his hands down to rub little circles on your clit. That mixed with the feeling of your tender chest rubbing against his still clothed one had the coil in your stomach tightening.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum on your cock” your eyes rolled in the back of your head and you brought your hands to his hair tugging on it like it was the last thing grounding you to the earth. “Yeah baby, cum for me. I’m going to fill this little pussy up with my cum and make you walk around with it in those little bikini bottoms of yours” that did it for you, your orgasm came crashing down on you and as soon as Eddie felt your walls tighten around him he was right behind you, filling you up just like he said.

He collapsed on top of you for a second before pushing himself on his arms and kissing your nose “You were such a good girl for me baby, do you want to go back down by the pool? Take a nap here? We can go home if you want? Anything you want it’s yours.” His demeanor changed to sweet and doting like it always did after he was rough with you.

“Mmm… I think I'll just take a little nap here if that’s okay? Then maybe afterwards we can go hang by the pool?” You yawned, nuzzling your face into his chest. “Okay sweets, that sounds good.” He slipped out of you causing you to wince, grabbing your bottoms from the ground and pulling them up your legs “we can at least TRY to not get anymore cum on Harrington’s guest bed” he chuckled before scooting you up to the head of the bed and tucking you in the blankets.

Normally you would be more worried about the fact that you were dripping a mixture of you and your boyfriends cum onto your friend's guest bed but you were too tired to care. He shed his own clothes down to his boxers before sliding into the bed beside you and pulling you into his arms, your head on his chest. He ran his fingers through your hair and along your bare back “I love you baby girl” he whispered into the crown of your head before leaving a kiss there. “Love you Ed’s” you barely mumbled before drifting off to sleep.

[thatgoblin]

~::~ Summary: After a drunken night with a man name John, Reader finds herself in a position they had never thought they would be in. ~::~ Fem!Reader, 1st POV.

[WARNINGS: Brief pelvic exam, swearing, grief, sibling death, family issues, vague speak of abortion, cursing, unplanned pregnancy, vague-ish descriptions of drunk sex]

::AN-This is just part one of the series, I'll go through the whole pregnancy and maybe after. Enjoy!::

Tequila was always responsible for my mistakes. I should have kept my promise of never having more than one shot, but that quickly went out the window when I bumped into him. He was tall and handsome and smelled of scotch and tobacco. I was pretty sure I complimented his mutton chops and that’s how it started. A few beers and more than a couple of shots later, I was pressed against his door as we kissed like drunk college students during Rush Week. Eventually we made it into his house with giggles and drunk stumbling, at least getting to his bed before the main event. 

I was going to have beard burn by the end, but that wasn’t important. What was important was that I was half undressed as the man ate me out like he’d been starving for it. While I don’t remember every single detail, the broad strokes of the night were there, I knew I had had a good time at least. It probably wasn’t the olympic level of sex I thought it was at the time, it was still pretty good. The next morning, he made me coffee, told me his name was John and if I ever wanted to have another fun night again to give him a call.

“So, why haven’t you called him?” My friend Jesse asked as we sat at a table in a cafe, once I'd finished telling him about John. I had called him and asked for some adult talk because holy shit did I need it. 

“Because I honestly forgot, but now I really do need to call him buuuut I lost his number,” I said. 

“Oh no, did you get the clap?” He asked, shirking away.

“Worse,” I groaned, leaning back in my seat. 

“Ew, herpes?” He asked, scrunching his face up.

“Even worse,” I said, putting a hand to my belly. “A lot more noticeable than herpes in the next few months.” 

“Oh. . . Oh shit,” he said, raising his brows. “I mean, are you sure it’s his?”

“I’ve only slept with one person in the last four months thanks to my ex, so yeah, I’m sure it’s John’s,” I grumbled. I knew that would be everyone's question, probably even John's, but it still didn't feel great to hear.

“Sorry, just checking,” he said, holding up his hands. “So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know. It’s. . . It’s still early and it’s not like he HAS to know as I’m not sure I want to keep it,” I said, poking my sponge cake with a fork. “I don’t even want kids. I never planned on it, not even with Paul and he was my longest relationship.”

“Oh Paul,” Jesse said wistfully. “It’s all his fault that this happened. If he hadn’t cheated on you so many times, then you wouldn’t have been looking for a rebound.”

“Well the tequila didn’t help either,” I snorted. “Doesn’t make a difference. I’ve still got to make a decision and it’s getting close to the deadline for the permanent one.”

“Have you gone to a doctor yet?” Jesse asked.

“Yeah, right after I took the pee test at home. I wanted to make sure so I didn’t panic over nothing,” I said. “They said I’m about 7 weeks along. I didn’t want to do any tests other than the blood lab, and since I could give them the date of my last encounter, they were able to figure it out from there.”

“Man, that’s wild. Have you told anyone else? Your family?”

“Absolutely the fuck not,” I choked out as I sat up. “They will never know if I can help it. No matter the outcome, they are not in my life for a reason.”

“Because they’re fucking psychotic?”

“Because they’re fucking psychotic. Damn right,” I huffed. It had been so long since I’d had any contact with my family. My parents were still back in Inverness for all I knew and my older brother was somewhere with the military. Last I had heard was that he’d made it to Sergeant in SAS and that was because I had run into an old friend from school. It had felt so sad to find out through gossip essentially. Someone I had been so close to growing up was now a complete stranger.

“So, if you keep it, can I be the Daddy?” Jesse asked with a grin.

“Jesse, you can barely keep your rabbit alive, I’m not letting you parent my fake plants let alone anything that comes out of me,” I groaned, shifting to sit up.

“Hey, Sassafras is doing amazing and he’s even getting a brother soon. Don’t be bad mouthing my babies,” Jesse pouted. 

“Sorry, sorry,” I said, rubbing my face. “I shouldn’t be taking the stress out on you. That’s not fair and I’m sorry.”

“Those hormones are messing you up, BAD,” he said. 

“Yeah, they are. I don’t get sick at least, but the mood swings are giving even ME whiplash." I was silent for a moment, contemplating the possibility of telling John. The good, the bad, and the more than likely to happen heart break if I made an attempt to have something outside of our one night stand. 

Paul had done a number on me. We’d been together since secondary school on and off, but the last four years we had become so close and in tune with each other. We could tell when the other needed something without saying anything and were genuinely happy where we were. I had been at least. It turns out he’d been fucking some hen from his work the entire time and had gotten her pregnant. When that happened, a switch had flipped and I didn’t know the man anymore. He moved out when I had gone to work one day, leaving me in a lurch with rent and a place that I had so many happy memories with him in. 

"Maybe it’s better if I just don’t tell him,” I said softly, shaking my head. “I mean, we could be really bad together. All I know is that he’s in the military and is never around. If I wanna raise anything, I want my partner to be there with me and I already hate being alone. I’d probably lose my mind if it was just me and it on our own. Besides, he probably doesn’t want something like this. Otherwise he’d have it by now.” The man was good looking, funny, and with a military career, he could have married someone and had kids with them by now. 

“True, but what if you guys work really well together?” 

I went quiet, trying not to let a fantasy of me and John form. Paul proved that it doesn’t matter how long you were with someone or how close you got, they will still break your heart when you least expect it and act like it was nothing. 

“Don’t let him ruin your future, Boo,” Jesse said, reaching over to take my hand. “He’s taken enough from you. There’s no reason to let him have more.”

“I know,” I said softly, squeezing his hand. “I just wish I knew what to do. If someone could tell me for sure if me and John would work out or not, that would be amazing.”

“Well, I’m sorry that I left my crystal ball at home,” he said, letting go. “But maybe give it a try. At least you can say you gave it a go.”

“Yeah, but I have to find the guy first and I don’t remember his number or where he lives,” I said. 

“Well, how about putting that detective brain of yours to work? You watch all those crime dramas, why not use it in real life?” He asked.

“Because this is real life and not DCI Banks,” I said, giving him a pointed look.

“Just retrace your steps. Do you remember the bar you met him at? Maybe he’s a regular,” Jesse said, rolling his eyes. 

“True. That’s actually a really good idea,” I said, tapping my chin in thought. “I mostly remember what he looks like too. Well more than mostly, I could probably pick him out in a lineup. He was really good looking.”

“Oh yeah, that’s definitely going to help you find him. Just ask the bartender for the really good looking guy,” Jesse snickered.

“Shush. Well, it seems that the, uh, Shit, what do I call it?” I asked. 

“Are you asking me what to call the fetus inside you?” Jesse asked, raising his brows. 

“Yeah.”

“Just call it Bug. You know? Or even Bean. It’s like, what, the size of a grape?”

“Little smaller. I think the internet said it was the size of a blueberry.”

“That would be cute, but it also sounds like a safeword,” Jesse snickered.

“English people do really like beans,” I said. “Let’s go with Bean.”

“You’re English too!” Jesse cackled.

“No I’m not! I’m Scottish! There’s a difference!” I cried, throwing a napkin at his face that he easily caught. “Fucking American with your Mountain Man accent telling me I’m English. My Last name is MacTavish, that’s not fucking English.”

“I’m Appalachin, Darlin’. I’m not just any Mountain Man,” Jesse grinned. 

“I’ll be sending you back by punting you over the ocean if you don’t knock it the fuck off,” I hissed. 

“The mood swings are going to be killer with you,” Jesse snickered.

“Don’t,” I sighed. “Just don’t. But it seems I'm keeping the Bean after all."

“Good luck. I mean it. Being a single parent ain’t easy, but you’re not on your own with this. Even without John, okay?” He said, reaching over to squeeze my hand again. 

A few days after my lunch with Jesse, I was at the bar that I had originally found John at. It was packed for a Thursday night and the thick smell of alcohol was making me nauseous. Getting to the bar, I flagged down the bartender in hopes they would know him.

“What can I get ya, Love?” He asked, leaning in so he could hear me. 

“I’m actually looking for someone,” I said, climbing up to kneel in the seat so I could lean over the bar. “I don’t know if he’s a regular or not, but I figured I’d try.”

“Sure, what’s his name?”

“John. I don’t have a last name, but he’s tall and built, has dark sandy hair with a mutton chops beard. I think he’s in the military,” I said.

“Oh yeah! John Price! He and his men are regulars,” the bartender nodded. “Just saw him a few days ago actually. What do you want him for?”

“Well, I’ve got something for him that he left when I last saw him and I only got his first name and haven’t been able to find him,” I said. “You wouldn’t happen to know where I could find him other than here, could you?”

“Sorry, I only know him from here. Maybe if you come back tomorrow he might be here. He usually shows up a bit earlier than this,” the man said with a shrug. I nodded and thanked him, giving him a few quid for the help. I decided that I could hang around and see if he still shows up that night while I dug around to see what I could find on social media. 

Getting a Shirly Temple, I grabbed a corner seat and spent about an hour trying to find him online, but the man was a ghost. Nothing. No Facebook, Twitter, MySpace, not even a LinkedIn. What was I supposed to do? Give my number to the bartender and hope he remembered to give it to John? That is if he would. He’d probably just toss it. There was no way I was leaving my number on a board in hopes he’d see it. That was how I would end up on a true crime Youtube channel. 

About to call it a night and escape the bar that was building a headache in the base of my skull, I shot a text to Jesse to let him know I tried the bar and at least got a last name. As I turned to put my phone in my purse, the chair opposite of me was pulled out. Looking up, I couldn’t believe my dumb luck.

“Heard you were looking for me,” John said with a chuckle. His deep, gravelly voice was just like I remembered it as he was grunting in my ear while he-

“Yes, I am,” I said with a nervous laugh. “I, uh, know that it’s been a while since we last saw one another and I planned to call you, but I lost your number.”

“You know you don’t have to make up a story if you want to have a pint with me,” he said, a soft smile peeked from under his whiskers. 

“Oh, no, I really lost your number,” I said, straightening up in my chair. “I also have the memory of a goldfish, so when I realized I had lost it, it was too late. But you’re here now.”

“That I am,” he said, nodding with a hum. Almost getting completely lost in his shining blue eyes, I quickly gave him my full name. 

It was very clear as to why I had started to flirt with him in the first place. The way he looked at me, making me feel like he knew exactly what he wanted and it was me. 

“It’s nice to get a full name, after almost two months,” he said. “It’s lovely to meet you, I’m John Price.” He held out his hand for me to shake and damn it, I was melting into his touch. His hand was warm and rough, but firm. “So, were you seeking me out for an introduction or maybe I could buy you a drink?”

“Uh, I was actually looking for you because. . . Well. . .” It felt like the words were getting stuck in my throat, trying to choke me to make me leave and pretend nothing happened. 

“You want another go where we’re a bit more sober and able to have more fun?” John offered with a wink as he leaned forward to sip his beer he’d brought over with him.

“I’m pregnant,” I blurted out. He furrowed his brow, staring at me.

“Congratulations?” He asked slowly.

“That’s why I was looking for you,” I said with a heavy sigh. “I’m pregnant and about 7 weeks along. If you do the math. . .”

“I see,” he said, nodding. Sitting back in his chair, he fiddled with a coaster, staying quiet for a moment. I didn’t want to push it or scare him, so I was patient. “And you’re sure it’s mine?” 

I had prepared myself for that question, made sure it wouldn’t bother me by asking myself that same thing over and over, but hearing his tone and seeing that flash of doubt on his face made me want to hide in shame. I didn’t shame people for how many people they had slept with and while I didn’t have sex with strangers, it felt like suddenly I was this ‘loose’ person that was trying to get every single dick they could and use the system to get free stuff. The next nine months were going to be hell on my body, but sure, I only did it for free stuff and to control a man I had met ONCE.

“You’re the only person I’ve slept with in the last four months. So, yeah. I’m very sure,” I said, feeling my chest start to tighten. Anxiety began to twist my stomach like I was wringing my hands under the table. “I don’t want anything,” I added, nearly choking on my own spit. “I mean, I don’t want you to feel like you owe me or the Bean anything. I just wanted you to know, so if you did want to participate at all, you could. If you don’t want to, that’s fine. Again, I just thought that you had a right to know.”

“That did go through my mind,” John said with hesitation. “I know you said you don’t want anything, but it wouldn’t feel right if I didn’t help out at all. A support check at least.”

“That. . . That’s up to you. I’m not going to take you to court over it. I figured if you ever want a relationship with the Bean, then we can work something out. I’ll keep you updated on anything you want to know or I can just leave you alone,” I said. That part was hard. I didn’t want to be a single mum and I didn’t want to be alone, but I also didn’t know John. How many relationships went sour because two people had a kid and chose to stay together instead of separate because they thought it would be better for the kid? Too many. 

“I think I’d like to know,” he said, looking up from the coaster to me. “I’d like to be involved as much as I can be.”

“Okay,” I said, twisting my napkin more. “Okay, we can do that. Um, I have a doctor’s appointment next week. If you want, you can come. It’s just a general check up.” 

“Yeah, I can do that. Just let me know the time and place. Do you want to meet there or I can pick you up?” He offered, that look coming back again. John knew what he wanted, but I couldn’t tell if it was me or the Bean. That wasn’t something I thought I would need to worry about. Would he think I wasn’t fit to be a parent by myself? Did he have family that could raise the Bean and think it would be better if they did? The prospect of being betrayed to have the Bean taken away was suddenly very real and terrifying.

“We can meet there. Here’s my number, so you can keep it and I can’t lose it again,” I said, sliding my phone over to show him my number. He added my number to his phone before adding his to mine then sliding it back to me. “I’ll go ahead and send you the details. Um, okay, I just realized how, well, how silly this sounds, especially after me giving you my information, but I just thought of it. You aren’t a crazed serial killer, are you?”

John let out a bark of a laugh, his shoulders shaking as he chuckled. “No, no. Nothing like that. I’m just a captain in SAS.” 

“That’s what it was,” I groaned. “I knew it was military, but I couldn’t remember exactly what it was.”

“To be fair, I didn’t exactly tell you,” he said, leaning forward again, much more relaxed by my ice breaker question. “So what is it that you do?”

“I’m a restaurant manager for an Italian place on the south side of town. Ciao Bella.”

“I’ve heard of the place. Always good things. I haven’t eaten there before, but now I might,” John said. 

“It’s a pretty good place. I recommend it and not just because I work there.”

The longer we talked, the more comfortable I felt with him. I still wasn't sure if he wanted me or the Bean, but it was starting to look like both of us. When I was ready to go home, he offered to drive me home and when I declined, not for lack of him trying, he walked me out to hail me a taxi. There was a bit of awkwardness at the good night part. Did we kiss? Did we high five or wave? In the end, I gave him a one armed side hug that he happily returned. 

Once I was in the taxi and down the street, my phone buzzed with a message. 

'I forgot to ask, but why do you call the baby The Bean?' I snorted and shook my head. 

'Because you English really like beans and that's the size of it right now.'

'You're English too.'

'No, I'm Scottish! There's a difference!'

'You’re right. Out of curiosity, are you related to or know a Johnny MacTavish?'

Fuck.

'Is he from Inverness, Scotland?'

'Yes. You know him?'

I had screwed up. I had seriously screwed up. I couldn't bring myself to answer him, not even when he called once I got home. It had been almost a decade and I still couldn't bear to think of him. He was supposed to be the good one. He was supposed to help me and comfort me and instead he abandoned me. If John knew him then I couldn't be around John. I couldn’t put myself or the Bean through what I had gone through the last time I’d seen him.

Once inside my flat and my door locked, I turned off my phone so I didn't have to listen to it buzz with calls and messages. How could I explain to him even the very basics to begin with? I couldn't without giving away every dirty, dark detail of why I cut him out of my life to begin with. 

Laying in bed as I felt sick, I couldn't help but think that I made a mistake. I never should have looked for John and I never should have told him. It could have been dealt with quietly and quickly and I wouldn't be so attached to it. Wrapping my arms around my belly, I started to cry. Why did I try and do the ‘right thing’ for myself? It never worked out, it wouldn’t be any different from Paul. He’d find out and he’d either leave or take the Bean or worse, would make me believe he was a good person till I truly needed him and it turned out to be a lie the whole time.

When I had ghosted John, I don’t know why I thought he’d just disappear. Why would he, after finding out I’m pregnant with his Bean, not do anything to track me down and make sure I wasn’t dead in the gutter or smuggled to another counter? While I had no information to go off of to find him other than a bar, he had plenty for me. Between my phone number, my place of work, all the information on my social media, and the doctor’s appointment that I had given the details to, I was somehow surprised to find him waiting for me at the front of the clinic the day of my appointment. It had been almost a full week since I’d seen him and had been ignoring his calls and texts in hopes he’d either talk to Johnny and find out why it was better that way or would just give up. 

“Ah, shit,” I groaned under my breath, seeing him sitting on a bench as I walked down the street from my bus stop. John had already spotted me before I could try and go another way in, giving a wave as he stood up to meet me. 

“Do you want to talk about why you pulled a Houdini on me before or after the appointment?” He asked, meeting me halfway.

“Afterwards. I haven’t eaten today and I don’t have the energy to explain everything in great detail like you’ll want it to be,” I said with a sigh. 

“Why haven’t you eaten?” John asked, frowning a bit.

“I woke up late after pulling a double shift. Turns out when you’re pregnant you get tired much more easily and if you stop moving, you do fall asleep no matter where you are,” I said, rubbing my tired eyes. There were dark circles under my eyes for sure and I probably looked like I had rolled out of bed after a week of doing nothing. My clothes were wrinkled, my trainers dirty, and my hair unwashed for the last week. John meanwhile looked put together and had done everything on his to-do list for the next month in six hours. 

“Alright, yeah. We’ll go for food after this and we can talk,” he said with a nod. Turning, he opened the door for me, letting me lead the way to the receptionist. After checking in, we found a pair of seats together in the corner. As I looked around, I felt more shame creeping up. It was a government run clinic, which meant people who weren’t well off were there and that meant stereotypes. The mum with two kids screaming while pregnant with a third, one who didn’t look older than 15 with her own mother, and one who looked like she had nicotine patches on her arms as she bounced her leg and scowled at the room. It was what I could afford as I didn’t have private insurance and John didn’t seem the type to have been in a place like that before. At least in the UK. 

I began to worry if he was silently judging me, reconsidering everything about me because we were there and not some posh doctor’s office with pleasant music playing softly while pretty people with white, toothy smiles were all around. 

“Ms. MacTavish,” a nurse said from the door to the exam rooms. Standing up, John and I followed. She took my vitals and weighed me before taking us to a small room. 

“Do you want me to hold anything?” He asked softly, minding how the room made our regular voices sound like we were shouting. 

“Oh, yes, thanks,” I said, handing my purse and jacket. I hopped onto the exam table as he held my things, moving his chair closer to the head of the table instead of at my feet. At least he was being polite. We waited a bit in silence, but it was actually comfortable. It was odd, given most people would be talking about anything and everything to avoid the fact that I was about to have to take my pants off and have someone else stick their fingers inside my fanny. 

The doctor came in after a bit, knocking then coming in without an answer from me. She immediately went to wash her hands before looking over my chart, not looking at me yet. “Okay, Ms. McTavis, you are here for a regular pregnancy check up, and is this the father of the child?” She asked, misspeaking my name. The woman looked like she was either going to ask for a manager or call the police on someone for being too loud two houses down. 

“Yes, this is John,” I said, not even bothering to correct her. I probably wouldn’t see her next time, so it didn’t matter.

“And how long have you two been sexually active together?” She asked, continuing to read over my chart and make notes. 

“Um, just once,” I said, earning a raised brow from her. “We had a one night stand. What does that have to do with the visit?”

“Ah, are you sure he’s the father?” She asked, looking down at my chart to write a few things and ignoring my question.

“Yep, the only person I’ve slept with in four months.” This was a nightmare. It was one thing to go through this with just myself, but having John there to see and hear the questions was humiliating. If we had been married or a committed couple, it would be different, but because we weren’t, I was the irresponsible one.

“All it takes is just once with no condom or pill and here you are. Alright, go ahead and take your trousers and pants off and we’ll do a quick pelvic exam.” Instead of leaving the room, she drew a curtain around me after handing me a gown. I just tried to keep any signs of embarrassment to a minimum so we could get through this. 

“I can hold those for you, Love,” John said softly, once I was changed. He was standing up with his eyes down, but holding out his hand for me to give him my clothes. 

“Thanks,” I said in a near whisper, handing him my things before getting back on the table to put my feet in the stirrups. Letting out a breath, the curtain was drawn back and the doctor scooted in on her rolly stool with gloves on and ready to go. “Lube’s a bit cold,” she said, smearing it a bit before pushing in a finger then two. It felt so uncomfortable and hurt slightly, making me even more embarrassed that John was there to see it. She had to adjust my legs, spreading them wider and higher, making it harder on my body as she did the exam. 

This was completely different from him having his head buried between my legs or him seeing me completely naked on top of him. Part of me began to wonder if I was just stupid for offering to have him at appointments with this happening. I had probably scared him off for good. Parents who wanted kids, who were trying for them, this wouldn’t bother them. We had an accident and this was forcing us to be much more intimate in an alien way.

“I need you to stay there for a moment, I forgot to grab something from the supplies,” the doctor said, pulling the curtain so I wouldn’t flash anyone when the door opened. When it closed, I tried to keep my sigh quiet, but again, those fucking rooms made a whisper sound like borderline yelling. The quiet fell over us once more, but this time, John stood up to move his chair closer. Sitting back down, he was right next to the table. He reached up and took my hand in a loose hold, giving it a quick kiss as we waited. If I wasn’t so anxious or ready to throw up, I would have cried at his sweetness. 

Once the doctor came back, she finished her exam and said everything looked good and she’d see me in four weeks. After finishing her job, she closed the door behind her after letting me know to take my time if I needed to and just leave the door open when I left. John stood up, letting go of my hand, to grab some paper towels for me. I quietly thanked him as I cleaned up myself before taking my clothes back to dress. When I was done, he took my hand in his and walked me out of there. 

Outside, I felt better, but only so much. The close interior of the clinic and the chemical smell from disinfectants were not longer trying to smother me along with my embarrassment at least. Now I had to explain everything to John and expect him to be okay with it after making him sit through that?

“If you’d like, I could get you on my health plan and you could go see a different doctor,” he offered as we kept walking. I wasn’t really paying attention to the direction as my hunger was starting to overshadow everything else, my hands getting a bit shaky had him stopping us. He looked over my face as he held both my hands, silently taking stock of where I was at. “Let’s get some food in you before we talk about anything else, yeah?”

“Please,” I said, nearly bursting into tears. Goddamn hormones. Putting his arm around me, he led us to his car to drive us to the nearest restaurant. 

After we were inside and food was ordered, delivered, then devoured, that was when he started to talk again. 

“I meant it earlier,” John said, using a napkin to wipe his face clean of crumbs. “I can put you on my health plan and you’ll be able to go to a different place.”

“I appreciate it, but this is fine,” I said, tearing up pieces of bread to sop up any juices left from my meal. “It would be a mess to change providers and this is the easiest place to get to from my place by bus.”

“You know you can ask me to take you to your appointments. It’s not a problem,” he said, looking over my plate that I practically licked clean. “Want anything else to eat? My treat.”

“I feel like a broken record a bit, but it’s fine. I’m good,” I said, fibbing a bit. Ordering a small portion didn’t exactly work in my favor, but I didn’t feel comfortable relying on him much more than I already had allowed myself to. “As for my appointments, you won’t be able to take me all the time and when I hit 28 weeks I go every other week, then at 36 weeks it’s once a week. It’s a lot to ask of you and I can do it on my own. I promise, I’m an adult.”

“Even adults need help from time to time, besides, I said I wanted to be involved,” he said. When the waitress came around to ask if we wanted anything else, John turned to look at me and waited patiently. The waitress seemed to understand what he was waiting for as she turned to look at me with a sweet smile.

“I’ll have a burger and fries. Adult portions, well done,” I said after a few seconds of panic deliberating. The man seemed unable to stop himself from trying to take care of me as much as possible. That should have been a sign to me that he was a good person and would do anything for me and the Bean. He probably did that to a lot of people around him as well. The waitress took my order with a nod then was off.

“Now, about the health plan,” John said, picking up his mug of coffee. I could see the slight smile he was hiding behind it and wanted to slap it out of his hands. Ugh. He was going to drive me insane with being so nice and helpful.

“As long as I don’t have to marry you or move in with you to be on it,” I said with resignation. 

“Done,” he said. “I’ll get you the paperwork for you to fill out and that’ll be that.” 

“Sounds good,” I said. 

A quiet fell over us as he stared at me and I refused to look at him. I knew what he wanted and until he asked, and even then, I wasn’t going to offer it up. 

“So,” he said, setting his mug down to lean against the table on his elbows. 

“So,” I said, picking up my fork to swing a bit in my fingers as I leaned back in my chair.

“You’re Johnny MacTavish’s little sister?” 

“Depends on who you ask,” I said with a shrug.

“If I were asking you?”

“Then I would say that I don’t have any siblings or immediate family.”

“And if I asked him?” I looked at his words. John was watching me, every movement, every small twitch or tell. The man was waiting for me to lie or to tell him the truth.

“Then he’d tell you he had two younger sisters. One is deceased and the other is one that he and his parents don’t talk to or see,” I said, shifting in my chair. “You didn’t tell him, did you? About me or us or the Bean?”

“No,” John said, shaking his head. “I thought you two might be estranged partners at first, but I did my own digging.”

“Yeah? What’d you find out?” I pulled my legs up in the chair to sit criss cross, unable to keep his gaze for too long. 

“I found out you went to secondary school as Johnny was starting the military and your sister was working at a local shop. Once you graduated, you went a bit wild, I would say. Partying and such. Then your sister died in a drunk driving accident and you disappeared for a bit,” he said. “But I’m still not getting the answer as to why you ran when I mentioned Johnny.”

“That is because he and I don’t speak. I haven’t spoken to him or my parents in almost a decade. Basically since our sister died,” I said, keeping my gaze on the paper straw cover that I was folding. John was quiet, letting me get the words out on my own time. “I had been at a party that night and had been drinking. So, I called Saoirse to come pick me up. All my friends were pretty pissed at the time, so I thought I was doing the right thing, you know? Not leaving with the drunk people and getting a sober driver.” I swallowed hard, feeling my chest tighten as I tried not to let the images of that not conjure up in my head. I didn’t even get to know what happened fully till my cousin Mike told me and that was nearly two days later. 

He and my other cousin Seamus were the only family I still considered to be family. They were military like Johnny, special forces in SAS, but they were older. Mike was nearly 60 and Seamus was pushing mid 40s, but they had always been kind to me and never treated me differently. Especially Mike. He’d send presents for Christmas and my birthday, things I actually wanted while my parents would give me the bland socks or clothes that I hated. He still did when he could. All he had were his brother Paulie left as his parents were gone with no spouse or kids of his own. Mike got me through the grieving, but he never spoke up like Saoirse did. 

“She was on her way there when one of the guys that was at the party left, and he hit my sister when he was trying to race someone else that was drunk. When my parents found out where I had been and why she had been there, they blamed me for her death. Johnny wasn’t around much because he was off doing military stuff, so the only story he got was from them. I never got to explain to him what happened or find out what our parents told him. He wouldn’t look at me even at the funeral when the family was gathered together. I ended up drunk halfway through and left. No one followed me aside from my cousin Mike. He let me stay with him till I could get my own place. My parents didn’t try to find me or talk to me, neither did Johnny.” 

“I’m so sorry, Love,” he said softly, reaching over to take my hand that was starting to pick at my cuticles. “That must have been. . . That’s so hard.”

“Yeah,” I said with a snort, trying not to focus on it too much and have a melt down before I got my food. “Johnny never reached out to see if what they said was true, just trusted them despite the bullshit they always pulled with me. I have no clue what I did to them, but my parents always treated me differently. It wasn’t outright abuse, but I know they never did like me, let alone love me. Saoirse always stood up for me, whenever they gave me a hard time, she’d call them out on it. Johnny didn’t get to see much of it because he was always busy and he always believed our parents. They had never done anything wrong to him, so how could they be so bad?”

“Have you tried reaching out to him? Try explaining anything to him?” John asked, rubbing my palm. 

“I did once, but he acted like I was. . . Like I was some druggie asking for help to get their next fix. It was maybe six years ago. I saw him in passing in Glasgow. He said I needed to get help and stop asking for money, before I even said anything. Johnny told me that I was an adult and couldn’t live off of mum and dad forever. Apparently our parents had been telling him that I was constantly asking for money for beer or drugs or whatever and he didn’t question it. We used to be really close, you know? Right before he turned 16 and tried to join the military, we’d always be around one another. Him and me and Saoirse. I don’t know what changed, but once he was gone, he wasn’t my brother anymore. Just a stranger who didn’t have time or want for me.” 

Just as it was getting too much to talk about, my food arrived. While I didn’t have that much of an appetite after explaining myself, even leaving a lot out, I still needed to eat. John didn’t ask any more questions as I ate, though I’m sure he had some. Finished with my food in just a few minutes, I let my meal settle before asking my own question. 

“So, how do you know Johnny?” I asked, knowing it was something that we would have to work with instead of around.

“He and I are on the same deployment team, specialized task force if you will,” John said. “We work together and see each other almost daily when we’re not deployed.”

“So this is something that he will find out about,” I said, nodding as anxiety made my stomach roll. 

“I know you two aren’t on good terms, but I can’t hide this from him. I also didn’t know how. . . Sensitive it was,” he said. “I can tell him myself or we can tell him together, but he has to know.”

“Which means my parents will find out as well,” I said, feeling like I was losing any sense of control I had over the situation. It was quickly going into a very upsetting and unwelcome direction. 

“Possibly,” John said. “I know that this is asking a lot from you, from carrying the baby to having to speak with family you cut out of your life, but I want to make this work. I want to be there for our child and you.”

“You’re right this is asking a lot,” I said, nodding as I stood up. “I can’t do this John. I’m not even sorry, but I am being asked to do so much, no I’m being told to do so much. I know you want to be in Bean’s life, but I am sacrificing everything and you get to just waltz in like the hero with the medical plan and the money and the car to take me places. I’m not-I can’t. No, it’s not happening,” I said, walking out. John cursed before following me out. 

“Love, just wait,” he said, grabbing my arm. 

“No! You wait!” I snarled as I turned on him, yanking my arm away. “I am expected to give up everything and sacrifice my sense of safety and self worth for you! Not Bean, but you! Because you work with my brother who I haven’t seen in years and because you want me to go to the nice medical practice and you want me to do this and that and I don’t want to! I don’t have to! So just leave me alone and forget I ever found you again. I’ve been on my own long enough that I can take care of myself and Bean without you.”

“You don’t have to though,” John said. He was frustrated, scrubbing his face as he looked around to see people staring at us because of my outburst. “Just-”

“No, no justs!” I cried. “I want to be left alone. Don’t call me, don’t follow me, don’t message me, nothing!”

He looked so heart broken, so desperate to help, but didn’t know how to handle being denied. Part of me wanted to just break down into tears and hug him, plead for him to never leave me, but I knew. . . I fucking knew that this was a pipe dream. Anything he and I could ever be or have was a fantasy. As soon as Johnny or my parents found out, they’d poison John against me. Help him take the Bean if they wanted to. 

I stared hard at him for a few moments before turning to walk away. I was miles from my place, but I didn’t care. The walk would help me get rid of these feelings and wants and pointless dreams. It should have been clear from the start that I wasn’t going to have a house with a yard and a bright red door with a shining white archway. No 2.5 kids with someone I loved and an old dog or cat we found while dating. I saw who I was at the clinic. The mum with two kids screaming, a third on the way while trying to handle it all on their own. That was my future.

Days passed and John kept his distance. I didn’t attempt to contact him and he did the same. After a while it felt normal again aside from getting sick at the slightest strong smell. I hadn’t escaped the dreaded ‘morning’ sickness after all. Work was hard, but I got through it, even if it meant leaving when the food began to be cooked and coming in early. Hitting 10 weeks felt like it took forever. The mood swings were still awful and my breasts were tender and swollen. I was getting a more noticeable bump too. It was easy to hide, but standing in front of a mirror in my underwear showed that there was indeed a Bean growing inside me. 

The worst part was my blood pressure. Somehow I had very low blood pressure despite the stress I was under. Low enough that if I was still for too long I would start to pass out. A quick clinic visit had me upping my salt intake and water. It wasn’t bad if I was at home, I could just sit in the floor till the feeling passed. I hadn’t experienced it outside of the house, yet. 

Mid week 11, I finally went to the store instead of eating out. I wasn’t feeling great, but I was doing what I could. Pushing the trolly up the bread aisle, I was looking for the one type of bread I knew I could stomach when fate decided that it was time for things to come to a head. 

As I was reaching for the bread, standing as tall as I could on my tippy toes, a hand reached up and grabbed it. 

“Here you go,” a familiar voice said. I turned to look at the person with wide eyes, both of us having a moment of disbelief. 

“Hey, Soap, don’t forget the-” 

Son of a fucking bitch.

“Oh,” John said as he saw me and Johnny staring at one another. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah,” Johnny said, never taking his eyes off me. “Just helping this nice lady get some bread.” 

I never had a hair trigger to cry before, but the moment he said that instead of saying he knew me, it broke me. Bursting into tears, I couldn’t even leave. I was sobbing so hard. 

“Soap,” John said with a growl. I tried to brush his hands away, to try and get some space, but John wasn’t letting me leave. 

“Do you know her, Cap?” Johnny asked, sounding anything but pleased. 

“Easy, Love,” John said softly, pulling me close and stroking my hair. It shouldn’t have made me melt into him so easily, I should have tried harder to leave, but I was just so damn tired. 

“Price?” Johnny said, getting gruff. 

“I know who she is, Soap,” John said. “I know who you are to her. We can do this here or we can do this in private, Sergeant.” His tone left no argument or even a choice. The three of us left the store empty handed. John had me tucked under his arm the whole time we walked to a nearby house. It was just a few blocks from mine and when Johnny pulled out his keys to open the front door, I began to sob all over again. He had been so close this whole time and we never once ran into each other. It meant we either had very bad luck or he knew where I was the whole time and never said a thing. 

John offered soft words of comfort and reassurance as he guided me to a sofa. Sitting me down, he looked off to the side and told someone to bring him a cool wash cloth and to make tea. 

“I’m not fucking English, I don’t drink tea,” I croaked between sniffling sobs. 

“Yeah, but I am and so is the Bean,” John said, giving me a smile that made his cheeks round and his eyes crease. It was the same one he’d given me that first night we met. 

He had been sitting at the bar, nursing a scotch when I came up wild and loud, climbing onto a stool so I could kneel on it to be able to lean onto the bar so the bartender could hear my order. I glanced at him and flashed a smile and a wave. ‘Hi!’ I said, giving him my name. ‘Do you like tequila?’

‘Hi, I’m John and I do like tequila.’

‘It’s grand to meet you, John! Have a shot with me!’

“Who’s Bean?” A voice asked, bringing us out of our small daze. Looking up, there stood a man with dark eyes and a curious look. 

“Gaz,” John said, clearing his throat. “Not the time.” The man nodded, handing him the wash cloth that he turned to wipe my face. Letting him clean me up, I was able to calm down and at least stop crying. The headache that came after didn’t help at all. I couldn’t take any medication for it either, so I only had a bag of frozen peas that Gaz had grabbed at John’s request to help soothe the pounding behind my eyes. 

“Seems we’ve calmed down enough that we can talk,” John said as Johnny joined us, standing in the doorway, leaning against it with his arms crossed and his face sour. “There’s no good way to say this, so I might as well just say it. Johnny, your sister and I had a one night stand and now she’s pregnant.”

“Bullshit,” Johnny scoffed. 

“Sergeant,” John growled in a warning. 

“She’s not pregnant,” Johnny said, not backing down. “You two may have fucked, but she’s not pregnant. She’s just trying to get money out of you.”

“I went to a fucking doctor’s visit with her. She is pregnant and she’s been trying to avoid me and push away any help I offer her because you and your parents seem to have it out for her,” John snarled, standing up. “Now, I don’t know what your parents told you, but your sister has done everything in her power to make sure I’m not in my child’s life because you and them treat her like a plague rat. She has not once asked for a damn penny, let alone any large sum you’ve made up in your head.”

“You don’t even know if it’s yours!” Johnny cried out, pushing off from the doorframe. 

“I’m the only one she’s been with, you fucking muppet! You’d know that if you’d talk to her like a decent person, let alone a decent brother!” John snapped, getting in his face. “I have been trying to do everything I can to make sure I have a relationship with my child, at least, because it is impossible to get close to her after everything you lot put her through! I gave you the benefit of the doubt even. That you were just fed lies so much that nothing else made sense! No, this is willful ignorance now and I won’t stand for it. Your sister has been alone needlessly for years. Be a fucking man and own up to your mistakes.”

The room was deathly quiet as the two men stood there, seething as they stared each other down. 

“You know shit ain’t been addin’ up, Johnny,” a low, gruff voice said. A man with a skull balaclava stood off to the side as he watched everything. Had he been there the whole time? “It hasn’t been for a long time.” Johnny turned away from John to look at the man then to me. His snarl faded as he kept our gazes locked before walking away. “I got him, you take care of yours, Price,” the man said, calmly walking after my brother. John nodded, letting out a breath he’d been holding. 

“I. . . I’m sorry, Love,” he said softly, taking a seat next to me, his head hanging as he stared at his hands. “I know you didn’t want any of this and I’ll take you home if you want me to.”

“John,” I said, reaching over and taking his calloused hand in mine. “Thank you.” He looked from our hands to my face, his brows relaxing a bit from the worried scrunch they’d been stuck in.

“You’re welcome,” he said softly, leaning in to kiss my cheek. 

“I think maybe we should try things differently,” I said, bumping his head with mine. 

“Yeah?” He hummed, pulling me close to rest against his chest. 

“Dating. We should date. Start there and work our way up,” I said, nuzzling against his chest. He was wearing a soft cable knit sweater and I wanted to climb inside it with him. 

“I think that’s a good idea,” he said, his voice rumbling deep in his chest as he put both arms around me. 

“I also need the insurance papers again. . . I lost them,” I said, tucking my head under his, happy in the warm and safe spot I’d made. 

“Of course,” John said, chuckling. 

“Also. . . That was really hot, you standing up for me. I don’t think I’d ever been so turned on before,” I said, hiding my smirk.

“Brat,” he snorted. “Do you want to go home?”

“Can you come with me and stay?” I asked, pulling away to look up at him.

“Wild dogs couldn’t keep me away,” John smiled, leaning down to kiss me. 

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An Introduction to Heroes and Monsters

Summary: Y/N is about to learn what goes bump in the night, and just who bumps them back.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: None really. Kissing, brief making out. Brief show level violence. Descriptions and discussion of going into shock. Soft!Dean, Comforting!Dean, Some stressful/tragic situations. (No MC deaths.)

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 3, 518

A/N: So, I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what.  They won’t always be in order.  This fic will be for the prompt: Write about a girl's night.

Hope you enjoy! I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.

A/N 2: K, this is a prequel to my very first prompt story:

First Time for Everything

I got quite a bit of feedback from that story asking for more with them, to find out how they met, and then some fics showing more of Y/N's "firsts" with Dean. So, I'm planning on doing that. This one is the prequel of how they met. Hope you enjoy it! Sequels will be forthcoming.

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Sitting on the couch, cuddled up next to Dean as he scanned through Netflix for something to watch, Y/N found herself looking up at his profile and marveling at what a difference a year could make.

It had been just over a year ago that her life had changed, just over a year ago that she met the man beside her and started down the road that would lead her into his arms.

It had started with a bachelorette party.

***

"Oh, holy shit, ladies! Don't look now but two of the hottest men I've ever seen just walked through the door."

Trisha's warning not to look, of course made the other five women simultaneously turn their heads to stare at the door. A collective gasp confirmed that the two men entering were, in fact, incredibly fine.

Y/N felt her mouth pop open as she watched the two strikingly tall, beautiful men stride towards the bar.

Holy smokes, did guys really look like that in real life?

The table of women, here for Trisha's bachelorette party, immediately turned into giggling but crass middle-schoolers. They began debating which of the men was hotter, and what their most remarkable attributes were.

"I wanna climb the taller guy like a fucking tree." Lydia said. "And look at his hair! It would be perfect for tugging on while he goes down on you."

But Franny was shaking her head. "No, the other guy gives me major, 'Fuck me, Daddy' vibes. I'd do WHATEVER he told me to do."

They all laughed and Y/N laughed along, pretending she knew what all the other women were talking about as they slipped into a conversation about sex in general, comparing notes.

At twenty years old, she was still a virgin, even more embarrassing, she'd never even been kissed. It was the very last thing she wanted to admit to this group of confident women while they discussed good and bad sexual positions.

She knew them all from work at the Red Door Diner, but she was the newbie to the group, so she didn't know them well. She was just very grateful to be included and was trying not to come off as completely naïve and boring.

She was still relatively new to all of this. Growing up in an incredibly strict, religious household, meant that she was very sheltered and knew next to nothing about sex - or about dating and men for that matter.

But she was trying to learn.

It had been very scary to leave home last year, against her parents wishes. They'd warned her that if she left, she'd be on her own, and she wouldn't be welcome back under their roof.

But Y/N could no longer take the stifling oppression and miserable life that awaited her if she'd stayed. So, she left, with barely the clothes on her back as possessions.

Her mother and father had kept to their word and she hadn't spoken to them for more than a year. She was happy on her own, but it did get lonely.

So, she'd been very grateful when Trisha had kind of taken her under her wing at work and then invited her out with them tonight. She said all she wanted for her bachelorette party was just a fun girl's night and Y/N wasn't a hundred percent sure what all that would entail.

But so far it was a lot of fun. She mostly just stayed quiet and nodded along to the references she didn't understand, trying to absorb everything around her.

While the rest of the group were two or three martinis in, Y/N still couldn't drink. She had a stamp on the back of her hand to warn the bartenders not to serve her.

But she'd never had a drink before, so she didn't really mind sitting out of the drinking games and staying sober.

The women had returned to the subject of the two hot guys sipping beers barely twenty feet away.

"For me, it's his ass." Sylvia was saying, as Y/N tuned back into the conversation. Sylvia nodded towards the shorter of the two men and let out a long groan. "Just imagine grabbing onto that thick, juicy backside while he's balls deep..."

She trailed off, clearly lost in her own imagined scenario. The other women groaned in commisseration.

Trisha leaned over to Y/N and gave her shoulders a squeeze. "What about you, sweetie. Which sexy stud do you prefer, and why?"

Y/N felt herself flush under the friendly scrutiny of the other women. She shrugged. "I don't know. They're both really good looking."

The women weren't about to let her give a cop out answer, and they cajoled her and teased her until she was laughing and covering her ears.

"Okay!" She called out, caving under the pressure. "I like the one with the short hair because..."

But the truth was she couldn't pick one thing. She liked the curve of his smile, and the broad set of his shoulders. She loved the way he talked with his hands and the way his face was so animated while talking with his companion. She found something comforting in the size of his massive hands, like they'd keep her safe. There was just something about the way he held himself, tall and strong, like he'd act as a bulwark against all the bad things. He seemed steady and reliable.

The thoughts were silly and ridiculous to project onto a guy she hadn't spoken a word to, but everything in her life was so unsteady and unsure these days, maybe she just liked the idea of someone covering her in safety.

But she couldn't say any of this to the boisterous group so she just shrugged again and spoke quietly. "He has a nice smile."

To their credit, none of the women teased Y/N for her somewhat vanilla answer. They all agreed that yes, he definitely had a beautiful smile.

Y/N smiled at all of them. Tonight was awesome.

But the night was just starting.

Eventually, about an hour later, the two men left the bar together and the women lamented the loss of their eye candy, but continued to laugh together, telling stories about terrible customers and bitching about the chauvinist cook that worked with them. By the time they called it a night, Y/N was exhausted, but very pleasantly so.

Trisha asked if Y/N could drive her home in her own car. She hadn't had as much to drink as the others, but she didn't want to take any chances.

"Just crash at my place and I'll drive you home tomorrow morning." She suggested to Y/N.

Y/N agreed and they made sure all the other women had been sent away in taxis before they began to make their way to where Trisha was parked, a little ways away from the bar, down a side street.

As the women approached the car, something flipped over in Y/N's stomach, a sixth sense that likely saved her life.

Because when the monster attacked from nowhere, she quickly dodged right, out of some inborn instinct, jumping out of its path. Trisha did not have the same instinct and in seconds the monster tore into her throat.

The evil thing looked up at Y/N where she stood silent and frozen. It was the sight of its face, wormy with veins, it's weathered-looking skin dripping with Trisha's blood, that started Y/N's screams.

She backed away and tried to run, but in seconds he was pouncing on her. He knocked her down and rolled her onto her back. She screamed again as his bloodshot, inhuman eyes raked over her.

His black, rotted mouth was just going for her throat when he suddenly let out a scream of agony and burst into flames. A half second later he was ripped off of her, thankfully before he could catch her on fire.

She watched his grotesque, screaming body flail around on fire for a few seconds before he fell, charred and burnt, onto the street.

The silence that followed was all consuming and Y/N began to see black edges around her vision.

Just before she passed out, she looked up to see the two gorgeous men from the bar standing over her.

She gave a small, out of place chuckle.

"Hey, I know you." She mumbled before the world went black around her.

When she woke up, the first thing she noticed was the smell of leather, and it was a homey, comforting scent that momentarily staved off the terror just waiting for her to open her eyes.

When she did eventually open her eyes, she realized she was lying in the backseat of a car and she sat up quickly, desperately hoping she'd been dreaming. But when she looked out the open door of the car she saw the two men about thirty feet away, digging a hole in the ground.

They were in a wooded area, somewhere far from the street where Trisha had parked.

Trisha.

When the thought of her friend came to mind Y/N gasped loudly, remembering in horror, the way the monster had immediately ripped into her.

Both men looked in her direction. The short-haired one patted the other on the shoulder and climbed out of the hole they were in.

As he approached the car, Y/N swung her legs out of the door, considering whether or not to run. But she wasn't sure her legs would support her.

Seeming to read her mind, the guy put up his hands, palms out towards her. He stopped three or four feet from her and got down on his haunches.

"Hey sweetheart, it's okay, you're safe."

He put one hand on his chest. "My name is Dean." He thumbed back towards the other guy still digging the hole. "That's my brother, Sam. What's your name?"

Y/N struggled to understand what he was saying. It was as though he was speaking a foreign language that she had to translate in her mind before she could respond.

"Y/N." She finally croaked out.

He smiled gently and she was reminded that he really did have a beautiful smile. "Hey, Y/N. You need to know you're safe now. I promise."

Y/N frowned as she looked over Dean's shoulder. Then tears came to her eyes as she asked a question she already knew the answer to.

"Trisha?" She asked him anyway, tears clogging her throat.

Dean glanced to the side briefly, before looking back at her. He shook his head. "I'm sorry."

The tears overtook her and Y/N buried her face in her hands. The truth felt as though it was burning a hole in her mind. Something icy began to seep into her bones and she started shaking uncontrollably, her stomach lurching.

"Shit." She heard Dean curse quietly and then she felt him come closer. When she pulled her head up from her hands it was to see him wrapping his black denim jacket around her shoulders.

She looked up at him through teary eyes. "Thank you." She whispered, just before she bent forward and threw up on his boots.

Dean jumped back a bit and she was mortified. "I'm so sorry." She muttered, her voice tiny and pitiful.

But Dean waved away her concern. "Don't worry about it, kiddo. I've been covered in a lot worse over the years."

He moved to the trunk and came back with a cold bottle of water which he handed to her, getting back down on his haunches. Y/N took small, sputtering sips, it felt like a lot to try and swallow; she had no breath.

Dean took the bottle out of her hand and set it down. He took both her hands and sandwiched them between his. He caught her gaze and stared deeply into her eyes.

"Y/N, you're going into shock. Now I need you to focus on something, okay, and breathe."

She shook her head, she couldn't focus, the world was spinning completely out of control. There were monsters lurking around in the dark? For real? No, it wasn't possible! And how could she breathe when the air was so thin?

But Dean was nodding at her. "Come on now, kid. Look, do it with me, okay. Just in," he breathed in deeply. "And out."

He repeated the action, encouraging her to try and do it with him. She finally managed to suck in a breath and then let it go. The next breath came a little easier, then another and another. Soon she was breathing normally again, although her mind still reeled and she was still shaky.

"Good girl." Dean praised, squeezing her hands between his. She remembered feeling like they were hands that would keep her safe. She was suddenly marveling at how prescient her thoughts had been. It was Dean who'd set the monster on fire, Dean who'd ripped it off of her body.

And now, it was his hands that were soothing her, steadying her, acting as a bulwark against the panic and terror that wanted to take over her mind.

She looked at his beautiful face and took comfort in the absolute calm she found there.

Then his brow crinkled slightly. "Hey, what did you mean when you said you knew us?"

It took Y/N a minute to remember what she'd mumbled when she first saw them, just before she passed out.

She answered automatically without thinking. "Oh, we saw you in the bar earlier. We were ogling you both and each deciding which one we liked more."

Dean's eyebrows shot up and a surprised smile curled up the corners of his lips.

She closed her eyes as it registered in her mind what she just said. "Sorry, that was probably rude."

He chuckled softly and tilted his head. "Well, it just depends...who'd you pick?"

She surprised herself by smiling slightly. "I picked you."

Dean's answering smile was wide and sweet. "Well then, it's just fine, sweetheart."

After a moment's silence, Y/N shook her head, desperately trying to make any of it make sense in her mind.

"What was that thing?" She asked Dean.

He licked his lips and looked at the ground for a minute before capturing her gaze again.

"It was a rugaru."

For the next fifteen minutes, Dean explained that monsters were in fact, very real. He told her that he and Sam were hunters and they tracked down and killed evil things. He assured her that the likelihood of her ever encountering another monster was very small. He explained that most people would never come in contact with a monster in their entire life, so the chance of it happening to her twice, was incredibly slim.

But she couldn't help but hear what he wasn't saying; it was unlikely, but not impossible.

He took his time, explaining things to her, speaking slowly and making sure she was able to keep up with what he was telling her. She nodded along, accepting what he was saying simply because she had no other option. What else could she do but believe?

Finally, Dean gave her hands one last squeeze and then stood up. "I'm just gonna finish helping, Sam. Drink your water and close your eyes. I'll be back right away." He said and strode quickly back to where Sam was standing.

The brothers finished up their work, and packed up the car. Dean got Y/N's address, and tucked her into the backseat with her water bottle, still wrapped up in his warm jacket. She wasn't sure whether she dozed off a little or whether her exhausted mind simply zoned out, but before she knew it they were at her place.

Dean helped her out of the car and walked her to her apartment. Her building was more like a motel than an apartment complex. Her place was just a tiny bachelor suite; the living room, bedroom, and kitchen were all one room, with a separate bathroom. It was all she could afford.

She took her key out and tried to fit it into the lock, but her hands were still shaking too badly to manage it.

"Here." Dean said gently as he took the key from her and slid it easily home. He pushed the door open and went in ahead of her. She followed him meekly into her own home.

She stood frozen just inside the door while Dean flipped on all the lights and then walked silently through her tiny apartment disappearing into the bathroom for a moment. He came out and opened her few kitchen cupboards, looking through them, before he finally came back to the entrance and looked inside her small coat closet.

Finally he nodded and turned back to her. "Everything's good, kiddo. Nothing lurking."

He was quiet for a second and then took hold of her chin with his thumb and forefinger.

"Hey." He said to pull her attention to him. When she was looking into his eyes he continued.

"Sam and I are going to take care of everything with Trisha. Notifying her family, all of that. We're going to say that you were both attacked by some random animal, but you got away. So, I highly suggest you take some time off of work to try and heal."

Y/N nodded, still fairly dazed by it all and hoping she'd wake up soon.

"Give me your phone." Dean ordered and she handed it over without question. Maybe it was still the shock coursing through her body, but she trusted Dean implicitly.

Actually, she thought, I trusted him before I even met him.

Dean passed the phone back to her and pointed to two new contacts he'd added: Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester.

"Winchester." She said quietly.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, that's us. Now I want you to promise you'll call if you need anything, okay? And I mean it, anything. We live just up in Lebanon, and I can be here in an hour. Okay?"

Y/N nodded, but that wasn't enough for Dean. "Promise me."

Y/N gave a small smile, inexplicably moved by this relative stranger's obvious concern.

"I promise."

Dean nodded and then squeezed her hand one last time. "Take care, kid. Be safe."

She nodded again and he left. As the door closed she realized she'd forgotten something. She turned back to the door and wrenched it open.

"Dean!" She called to him. His long strides had already brought him halfway back to his car, but he turned around and walked back to her.

"I forgot to...I forgot to say thank you for saving my life." She said as she pulled his jacket off of her shoulders. "And I forgot to give this back to you."

Dean took the jacket and shrugged it back onto his shoulders. She shivered slightly without his borrowed warmth. He ran his palms up and down her upper arms.

"No problem, sweetheart. Now go back inside before you freeze to death."

Y/N nodded shyly as he dropped his hands, and she dashed back inside. Shortly after closing the door, she heard the rumbling engine start up and then drive away.

She looked down at her phone and Dean's name. She wasn't going to call him, she was sure. She was probably never going to see him again, she'd just push tonight behind her like a bad dream.

***

As it turned out, however, fate had other plans for her, and barely a year later, her whole life had changed because of Dean Winchester and her introduction to heroes and monsters.

Her little bachelor suite was gone; home was the bunker now. Gone too were her days of pouring coffee and collecting tips. She was a full-fledged hunter now.

She continued to look up at Dean's profile as she sat beside him and finally he looked down at her with a questioning smile.

"Hey, kid. You good?"

Y/N smiled widely, amazed by her answer.

"So good." She said and pulled him close, kissing him softly and melting as he deepened it, tongue sweeping across her lips. She moaned softly and opened for him immediately.

He pulled her into his lap so he had better access to her lips and then her throat and then the delicate skin just below her collarbone where he sucked bruises into her skin.

He pushed his hand up under her shirt and grasped her breast.

Y/N gasped in surprise; it was the first time he'd touched her like that.

He pulled back, and his jaw was clenched tightly as she ran her fingernails through his stubble, loving the raspy sound it made.

"Sorry," he said hoarsely, "got a bit carried away."

He kissed the tip of her nose and leaned his forehead against hers.

She was breathing rough as she kissed him again, fast and hard before pulling away and asking him to continue. "Think you could get carried away again?"

His eyes were dark with lust and they made her shiver. "Are you sure?"

"Completely." She said and then leaned up to whisper in his ear. "I'm more than ready to share another first with you, Dean Winchester."

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The Bimbo in the Ivy League (I)

Summary: Sam has to pretend to be a professor in an Ivy League school during a hunt. One of his students is a Bimbo, and really needs to pass his class. They come to an agreement. a.k.a.: Sam fucks a bimbo. That’s it. WC: 1.9k words Warnings: Teacher/Student but not really. Pussy Spanking, ass spanking, thigh riding. Rough sex. Dirty talk. Degrading kink.

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Sam read the teaching plan, humming along.

Alright, the law was his thing.

He could teach it for a couple of classes.

“It’s going to be easy,” Sam told himself. “Hopefully.”

This wasn’t exactly what he was planning to do with his week, if Sam had to be honest with himself. In no way had he thought any of his hunts would require him to pretend to be a professor. And here he was.

He wasn’t exactly in the right position to go undercover as a college student, at least without needing to answer multiple questions

But for an Ivy League college, some fake documents worked wonders to get him a position for a summer course class.

A shifter had been luring college students to their deaths, and while Dean was investigating on one side, Sam was on this side.

He just needed to report any findings, maybe even find the shifter in the act. They were no doubt posing as someone on campus, since that was where all the murders had taken place.

As he was reading up his lesson plan, he almost didn’t catch up that his class had fully seated himself and was waiting for him, until he raised his eyes to look at them.

“Oh,” he mumbled. “Good morning.”

He picked up his permanent marker, raised his fingers to the board, and took in a deep breath.

“I’m Professor Ulysses Campbell,” he wrote on the board.

He followed the plan to a tee, trying to look discreet as he read the notes of the previous professor on it, and was surprised when he saw how eager a girl were to answer all of his questions.

And she got all of them wrong.

She was dressed up in plain-looking, clothes, but he knew old money families, and that little pullover vest that barely hid anything had to cost more than their monthly food budget.

She was such an easy target that he was afraid of even letting her out of his sight.

Not that she looked like she seemed to want to get out of his sight.

As the week passed on, she always wanted to stay an extra thirty minutes to discuss the lesson, even though it felt like he could say anything, and she would eagerly write it down without even paying attention to his words.

Sam even made the mistake of telling Dean about her after seeing all the emails she sent to him, and his brother was having the time of his life.

“She’s a daddy’s girl, Sammy!” he exclaimed. “If you don’t tap that, I might;”

He rolled his eyes.

“Dean, we are on a hunt,” he hissed. “For all we know, she could be the shifter.”

His brother scoffed.

“You tested her yet?” he asked.

Sam rolled his eyes. Well… he had, yeah.

“I let her borrow my silver pen, and drink some of my bottle with holy water in it,” he crossed his arms in his chair. “She’s human.”

“See?” Dean nearly hissed. “You have to fuck her.”

He scoffed.

“I’m technically her professor,” he argued.

His brother snorted.

“You are moving your lips, and what I’m hearing is that you’re too afraid to fuck a bimbo,”  he teased him, nearly singing.

Sam rolled his eyes. Gosh, he was never going to drop this.

“Shut up,” he mumbled. “I’m going to bed.”

The next day at class, the same routine repeated itself and as everyone left, the girl stood in front of his desk with a big pout on her lips and frown on her face.

“Sir, I’m worried about my grades,” she spoke softly.

Sam raised his eyebrows.

“Oh?” he asked. “Are you?”

Well, he didn’t want to be rude, but she wasn’t exactly doing the work.

The girl was already not very bright, and she wasn’t putting any effort into her assignments.

Sam was halfway sure she was only here to please her parents.

“Well,” he tried to think. “I can assign you some extra credit-”

Before he could finish his sentence, she let out a big whine.

“Sir, it’s Summer!” she complained. “No one wants to do essays!”

Sam threw her a look, stunned. This girl couldn’t be more than 19 and clearly had enough money to get her next three generations through life without a day of work. What the fuck was she doing here.

“Look… what’s your name again?” he asked.

He was too busy to get the names of anyone in that class.

“Everyone calls me Betty,” she shrugged.

“Betty,” he put his things down. "If I can ask, why did you sign up for this class?”

She scoffed.

“I didn’t want to, but I failed this class during spring, and papa said this is my punishment."

Oh, dear lord.

Papa. Who called their father papa outside of upper-class England?

“If I fail again, he is going to take my car,” she whined more, voice completely high-pitched. “And how am I going to move around? I don’t want to take an Uber to places!”

Sam blinked.

What the actual fuck?

“And what do you want to do, pay me for a better grade?” he asked.

She tried to smile, pretty pink-painted lips curling as she batted her sweet blue eyes as if he would just agree to that before pouting.

“Well, paying would be bribery,” she realised.

Oh, then she knew what bribery meant, but couldn’t do his assignments?

“But…” she moved closer to him, and moved her fingers to toy with the buttons of his shirt. “We can do a trade.”

Oh. She was actually trying this!

Sam always thought that this only happened in pornos.

Sure, he heard rumours of girls fucking their professors when he was at Stanford, but he thought it was less obvious.

Betty here was practically jumping on his cock already.

“A trade?” Sam asked, arching his eyebrow.

"I mean," she rubbed her hand up to his chest. "Mister Campbell, we both know I'm probably the best piece of ass you're going to get. Especially with that hairline."

He clenched his jaw, even more annoyed.

This girl was so lucky that she was hot.

"Stop," he commanded, grabbing her wrist.

Her blue eyes widened in shock, and he raised his chin.

"Take off your panties," he commanded, sitting down on his chair.

Betty hesitated, a little stunned, and he snapped his fingers.

"I don't have all the time in the world," he reminded her. "Take them off. Now."

She rushed to comply, and Sam watched with attention as she put her hands in her skit, pulling her underwear down.

Dammit, how expensive was that? He knew he could get a good two days of food in a diner with the money she used to buy that pair.

Betty offered her panties to him, and put her on his desk before turning the girl around, and three her over his lap.

"Mister Campbell!" she gasped.

He rolled his eyes. Gosh, she looked so much better when she couldn't formulate phrases.

He reached for the panties on his desk and leant close to her face, not waiting for what she had to say before shoving them into her mouth, gagging her.

"There you go," Sam patted her head.

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A good mum

Sirius Black and fem! reader

[Requested – see request here]

Summary: Y/n and Sirius never planned on being parents, but after the events of Halloween they are left to raise Harry 

Warnings: talks of pregnancy and birth, cannon character death, grief, insecurities, hurt/comfort, all things baby related (diapers etc), big angst in places but lots of fluff, mentions of nudity, eating, food and sex

A/n: 6.6k words, I really like this, a lot of the things are based off of my own experiences with my baby cousins and me being completely incompetent living on my own, thank you for the request, enjoy x

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You had never fancied yourself a mother, even from a young age you just knew you never wanted kids. People around you always gave the ‘you’ll change your mind later’ but the years went by and, if anything, you became more adamant about it. 

There were two main reasons, the first was you were positive you wouldn’t make a good mum, you couldn’t hardly take care of yourself let alone another human being that depended solely on you not to mention you were a bit of a risk taker and definitely lacked the responsibly needed. Second, the idea of actually giving birth and pregnancy along with all the associated pain terrified you and after seeing your godson come out of your best friend that was solidified. Birth wasn’t a beautiful thing; sure, once little Harry was all cleaned up he was cute as a button it was but merlin was it gross and accidently picking up Lily’s mucus plug was probably the worst part.

Due to this, most of your relationships never lasted too long as they would start talking about the future, having kids. Sure, you were young at the time but with the war life moved faster than normal, people were getting married and starting families young since no one was sure they would survive. 

After graduation you moved in with your best friend, Sirius, since James and Lily decided to get a house and he was now in need of a roommate and you a place to stay. You and he had always had a connection, you were terribly similar, so much so it was the reason neither of you ever made a move. That was until the close proximity finally pushed you both over that fine line you were teetering on

“Siri I’m back!” you call out, hauling in the heavy shopping bags “Siri!” your shout is a little strained 

You get no response so you struggle with the bags and close the door on your own, that was until you catch one on the corner of the table and everything spills out. You were only thankful you didn’t buy eggs as it all hit the floor the cans causing a considerable large thump

“Fuck” you yelp as one of them hits your foot, squatting down and letting your butt fall to the floor as you clutch your foot

You look up to hear the banging of a door and what sounds like a skid followed by Sirius coming around the corner panicking

“Holy shit, are you okay darling?” he asks kneeling down in front of you, checking you’re alright but your more focused on his current attire

No wonder he didn’t hear you he had been in the shower, hair damp with droplets falling from his perfect curls, glistening chest covered in the tattoos you had always adored and a pretty pink towel wrapped around him, one which used to be white but thanks to a pair of Sirius’ boxers had been since dyed

“Y/n?” he peers at you confused before following your eyes, beginning to smirk “Darling” he says in a lower tone

You finally look up “Yeah?” you ask a little flustered but not embarrassed, you had admired him many a time before as had he with you

“I asked if you were alright”

“Oh” you look around seeing the groceries, the pain in your foot returning “Yeah the bag broke and I think a tin or something hit my foot” your hands try to smooth the injury through your shoe

“Here” Sirius moves your hands away, slipping off of your shoe and sock, warm hands massaging over the area as he shifts closer, pulling your foot over his towel clad lap “Better” he looks up to see you smiling at him

“Much, thanks Siri” you scoot with your butt closer to him, wrapping your arms around him

He looks a little surprised but accepts it “What’s this for? If anything, it’s my fault for sleeping in and letting you go shopping yourself” he says kissing the top of your head

You hug him a little tighter before you let go looking up at him “Siri” you give him a look before shaking your head “Nothing” you wave it off going to get up but he stops you

Sirius eyes meet yours and almost like he can read your mind he leans in, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss. It’s sweet like he’s testing the waters, and when you don’t pull away he deeps it, pulling you closer to him as his lips begin to move in sync with your own

He rubs his nose with yours as he pulls away “That what you wanted to ask?” he says a little breathless

You smile, you and he were always on the same wavelength which is why he would still love you for this “Nope I was actually going to say that you really do smell like a wet dog now” you test with a teasing grin

He lets out a laugh “Oh really…I’ll show you a wet dog” he smirks wickedly at you

“I hope that’s a very strange euphemism…” then it hits you “Oh no” you scramble up as Sirius shifts, chasing you around the flat as a dog 

Eventually you fall over onto the couch turning onto your back as he jumps on top of you licking your face making you laugh

You hold up your hands “I yield, I yield please it tickles” you giggle but it slows as you feel added weight on top of you

Looking up you see Sirius back to his usual self, grinning down a you “Hello” he says in the flirtest tone he’d ever given you

“Hi” your hands move to grip the towel but there was none instead you griped his bare hips

Both of you look down to see Sirius wasn’t concentrating enough to shift back with the towel. His eyes flick to see your reaction, checking you aren’t uncomfortable, smiling to himself at your raised eyebrow, the way your lips are pressed together in an admiring smile

“Like the view darling?” he says confident, leaning in to kiss your forehead

You finally tear your eyes away “You better buy us another a new towel pretty sure that was the last one” you say causally

He pokes his cheek “As long as you dye them pink again, it suits me” he smiles at you

You nod eyes shamelessly flicking down “Deal and pink definitely suits you pretty boy…” you peck his lips “…my pretty boy?” you ask with slight inflection

His smile grows “Hell yeah…and you’re my darling?” he asks in a similar tone to you

“Hell yeah” you copy his enthusiasm and he chuckles “Oh and Siri…” you pull him closer to you

“Yes?” he licks his lips, letting his nose brushing over yours

“Killer view”

Everyone had already seen it coming a mile away and if the two of you were honest you both knew you were headed down this road already. Your dynamic didn’t change much, the two of you were touchier and kissed at every opportunity but you remained best friends, joked around and never bothered to confirm or add labels to anything because the two of you just knew. You and he never spoke about the future, you were still nervous about how he might react when you told him and little did you know he had the same worries.

Sirius never wanted to be a father, he was terrified he would impart his damage onto the child and he knew himself he was far too reckless to be intrusted with one. He bounced around from person to person back at Hogwarts, his relationships barely making it to one month, which is one of the reasons he made yours and his so special. There was this small looming feeling in his gut, he knew he wanted to marry you, spend his life with you and only you, but he didn’t want kids and he was scared when you found out that fact you would leave

“We have a little announcement” James clinks his glass standing up, smiling like a mad man

You and Sirius just smile, his hand squeezing your upper thigh as you turn to listen, Remus, Marlene and Dorca sitting opposite you with Peter on Sirius’ other side. James walks around to Lily’ side, hand going around her waist and then his hand and her touched her…stomach

Your heart fluttered, you knew she had been wanting a baby and been getting worried since it had been almost a year since their wedding, so you were overjoyed for her. 

“We’re pregnant” Lily’s says happily, both her and James’ smiles so wide

Marlene and Dorca practically jump up and tackle Lily as gently as they could while Remus stands to go give James a huge hug, followed quickly by you, Sirius and Peter. Soon everyone had given their congratulations as well as many, many hugs and now you were all digging into dinner

“Can’t believe one of us is going to have a little baby” Dorca says super excited, so much so Marlene giggles as she rubs her girlfriends back making sure she doesn’t combust

“I’m so happy for you guys, you’re going to make great parents” Remus says holding up his glass

You and Sirius raise yours and smile but there’s an uneasiness, Sirius’ hand returns to your thigh and yours cups his, both seeking comfort you didn’t know the other needed too

“Thanks guys, my Lilypad going to be the best mum in the world” James smiles fondly at Lily down the table before turning to you and Sirius “What about you two? Should we expect a mini pads or y/n” he wiggles his eyebrows

Your smiles falter but luckily Remus’ joke lightens the mood so you don’t have to answer “Wouldn’t be surprised they’re like bunnies” 

“I would have though Sirius would be more…doggy” Marlene teases eying Sirius while the rest laugh

Sirius keeps composed and laughs “Well since you asked we like variety in our lives and sometimes y/n likes to…” your hands claps over Sirius but everyone knows what he meant, Remus, Dorcas and Marlene giving you amused looks, James and Lily just giggle while Peter looks confused before going through the 5 stages of grief when he realises

Both you and Sirius hold each other that little bit tighter the rest of the night, something that both comforts and terrifies you both. As it leaves the two of you wondering if it’s because the other wants to have kids.

When you return to your flat you and he are quiet, which was abnormal. Sirius looked over at you whilst you were getting changed, watching as you fiddled with the top of your shirt unable to quite get the small clasp

“Let me” he says quietly, moving over and easily undoing the fastener

He motions silently for you to lift your arms pulling the shirt over your head before moving around to hook your bra, leaving you to start work on your trousers while he gets changed. As he finishes he sees you in thought as you pull a baggy shirt over your head 

“You alright?” he asks softly

You don’t look at him, just move to sit on the edge of the bed 

He joins you “What’s wrong?” he cups your hand with his, feeling a little worried, was this it? Were you going to ask him to try, would you leave when he told you no?

Your fingers trail over his hand for a few seconds like your trying to find the words and he waits patiently even if his mind is a run with thoughts

“Siri…I don’t want to have kids” you admit quietly, like it wasn’t the first time you had told someone and you were afraid he would act the way they did

Sirius takes a moment to process before wrapping an arm around your shoulder pulling you towards him and kissing your temple, relief washing over him, always the same wavelength

“You aren’t…disappointed right?” you face him, melting under his warm eyes

He shakes his head, hand cupping your cheek “No of course not” he assures, kissing your forehead “I…”

“No” you cut him off, confusing him “Please don’t say I can wait until you’re ready because…I don’t want kids. Ever. I’m happy being Harrys godmother, I’m happy to babysit but I…I…wouldn’t make a good mum and I don’t want to be one” you can’t look at him as you speak scared this will be the end 

He tilts your head to look at him, heart aching at your glassy eyes “Darling that’s okay. I was going to say that’s good because I don’t want to be a dad either” he confesses

Your shoulders relax “Really?” you ask and when he nods you climb over his lap and hug him

He hugs you back right away “You’d still marry me though?” he asks half serious

You break away, cupping his cheeks “When you ask me I’ll say yes”

You did end up getting married the following year, a few months after Harry was born. Everything was good for a while, until just after Harrys first birthday and everything began to fall apart. Marlene died first, you and Dorca where the ones to find her. Dorcas screams were something you would never forget, nor would you ever forgive yourself for not stopping her before she apparated, as she died less than a week later seeking vengeance on the one that killed the love of her life…little did you know that person was closer than you thought.

Remus went into isolation, Frank and Alice continued to fight but were wary for their son’s safety and the Prewett brothers were killed, then James, Lily and Harry needed to go into hiding. Dumbledore asked them to appoint a secret keeper, or keepers, he offered but of course James and lily wanted you and Sirius first. However, after much thought you decided it was too obvious so you asked Peter

Less than one week later, the spell concealing them was broken and your friends were murdered

The night of their death you and Sirius rushed to Peters hideout, under the impression Voldemort had got to him first but you were met with an empty hideout, no signs of struggle and evidence in the form of letters that your close friend, a brother to you both was a traitor. Sirius spent the next 30 minutes smashing everything in the room while you just sat and watched, heart shattered into pieces

“We need to find him, he needs to pay” Sirius says after a while, exasperated and beyond angry

You stare at him for a minute, he was right peter deserved to suffer but not at your hands, you had to be smart about this “We can’t”

“We can’t? Y/n he killed our friends!”

“He’s been a mole for months, possibility years, you don’t think he’s thought this through?” you stand up pointing to the letters “No one but us know he’s a mole Sirius, if we go on a blind revenge trip, we will slip up and he can easily frame us or we’ll get ourselves killed. How does that help Harry, or Moony or Alice and Frank if we go to Azkaban?”

“He killed Marlene y/n you read the letter she was his initiation…no wonder there was no forced entry she let him in the house!” he exclaims and you grimace

“Sirius I fucking know that, I saw her body, she didn’t even have her wand in her hand. Trust me I want him dead but we need to go to Dumbledore and explain, show him the letters, let what’s left of the order search for him. We’ve lost what feels like everyone Sirius, but if we go down that road be will actually lose everything”

After some more convincing Sirius reluctantly came home with you, he was still angry but after a few hours of forced sleep he realised you were right and was beyond grateful. In the light of day, it was announced Voldemort had been defeated by none other than your godson, some death eaters didn’t stop though Bellatrix, Barty Crouch Jr and the Lastrange brothers kidnapped Frank and Alice. Luckily you, Sirius and Mary managed to get there and save them since the hideout was detailed in on of Peters letters, the couple were beaten up, tortured but they would be okay in the long run. 

Dumbledore came to you and Sirius after having Harry in his care for the last 24 hours, with Peter officially on their most wanted list, you and he were granted custody if you wanted it, if not he would give the boy to Lily’s sister. You had met the women once when you had helped Lily move her childhood stuff to her new house, she was cold and hated wizards with a passion that rivalled Snape’s for James, therefore, despite your fears and you both agreed, it’s what they would have wanted.

There was a learning curve to being a mum and dad neither you are Sirius knew about, in fact you both just sat staring at Harry as he played on the opposite couch

“This seems rather simple right?” Sirius asks looking a bit nervous

You bob your head “He seems to be enjoying himself” despite your agreement you felt sick, what if you were a bad mother, there was no way you could live up to Lily and it felt wrong to even call yourself the ‘m’ word when that belonged to your late friend

“Should we feed him soon? There’s a bunch of those little jars they used to feed him with” Sirius says and your hearts ache, neither of you had said their names, knowing that saying them out loud would be admitting they were truly gone and you were ready for that

“Good idea…” you trail off seeing Harry scrunching up his face like he was concentrating…oh he was pooping, wasn’t he? “Oh merlin” you say to yourself

“I’ll get the food ready shall I?” Sirius escapes before you can stop him

“Siri” you plead but he offered no response

Sighing you stand and walk over to Harry who does have the most adorable pout on his face “Hi kid” you greet “Shit yourself?” you joke before your eyes widen “Don’t say shit” you point at him to which he just looks at you strangely 

You let out a nervous chuckle awkwardly lifting him into your arms and making the mistake of holding him by the butt, feeling the squish

“Aww fuck…don’t say fuck either” you warn him earning again another weird look 

Carrying him through to his bedroom, well your guest room which had a half-built crib you gave up on erecting, a changing table and some cans of yellow paint, you place him down on the table 

You began to change his diaper, well attempt with the best can do attitude

“Oh good heavens Harry” you half gagged at the smell, looking down at the nappy “What in merlin did you eat?” you ask him like he could answer you

You didn’t really know how to talk to kids, you weren’t the baby talk kind of person, you talked to him normally, it was weird but later you would learn that Harry loved that about you

“Right so we will take this” you take off the diaper holding it far away from your face as you fold it up and put it in the little bin “Okay now to clean you up” you pull out some baby wipes and clean him up “See fresh as a daisy” you smile “Well…until the next time anyway” you add and he tilts his head at you 

You hadn’t noticed Sirius was now leaning on the doorframe watching you with a curious smile

“Okay now” you stare at the new diaper “Do you know if it has a specific way around?” you ask him leaving some space for him to answer which is filled by a little babble “Your right I should check the box” you take it reading it for instructions placing it on the table as you try to follow them

Sirius tilts his head as he hears you swear to yourself, asking Harry if he would be willing to be dangled over the toilet so you didn’t have to do this again. He had never imagined either of you as parents, you as a mother but watching you it light something in him he didn’t know was there. He was nervous sure, his insecurities weren’t going away any time soon but he knew it was going to be alright, you would get there together

“Done…I think” you say picking up and shaking him up and down softly “Look at that” you smile proudly as you look over and finally spot Sirius

He has a look in his eyes you can’t quite read but you like it that was until he started chuckling

“What?” you pout at him

He nods to Harry and you look sighing as the diaper as slipped off “Oh for Godric’s sake” you say before eyeing Harry “Siri why does he look confused? He…” you begin but are cut off as he starts peeing and you just nod as it covers your front, accepting it while Sirius is fully in laughter 

Eventually you did learn and become an expert at changing diapers, Sirius was better at it though and offered most times to change harry when He cried during the night. You both were exhausted but got into a routine, they two of you were stay at home parents thanks to Sirius’ uncle’s money you wanted for nothing…well actually wanted sleep maybe a long lie in past four in the morning

One day Sirius had taken Harry out to visit Remus, leaving you in the house yourself. You would have gone but after some dire cramps in the morning Sirius insisted you stay and rest, of course the silence was nice for all of one hour before the novelty ran off

“Has that window always been brown…I could have sworn it was white” you say to yourself as you sat on the couch with your little water bottle, some muggle show about antiques playing in the background “Maybe we should paint it white” you muse

After spending around 30 minutes deciding whether or not to actually do it you figure that’s probably not the best job to start yourself and instead go get started on dinner. You took out one of the little recipes from Lily’s old book, your fingers tracing over the writing before you placed it down and got out what was needed for her soup.

“Seems about right?” you mutter to yourself as you measure the last of the ingredients before giving the stock a good stir

Cutting up the veggies you put them in a little bowl until the base had boiled, dancing around the kitchen to the radio as you went but it wasn’t the same as it was before. The house still felt quiet, you missed them, both of them. In the last few months you grew used to Harrys presence but you didn’t feel connected with him, not like Sirius did anyway. He could make Harry laugh, rock him to sleep, do everything a dad should be able to do yet you felt like you were holding an alien sometimes. He wouldn’t laugh just watch you…to be honest you wouldn’t be surprised if he thought you were the alien

Sirius had Harry on his hip as he came in the door “You get any bigger Harry I’m going to need to visit the gym” he says to himself as he puts the chain on

Walking deeper into the flat he was going to call out when he heard you singing along to dancing queen on the radio

“Young and sweet only seventeen”

He smiled turning to Harry “She’s still as pretty as she was at seventeen, more so actually” he tells Harry who tilts his head and smiles

Sirius walks to the door of the kitchen to watch you dancing about

“Watch that scene”

“Gladly darlin” he says to himself eliciting the smallest of giggles from Harry who also watches you intently

“You're a teaser, you turn 'em on”

You sing as you pick up the bowl of veggies and begin pouring them in

“Leave 'em burning … oh fuck don’t burn me merlin” your whole-body jerks back as you continue to drop them in, cowering behind the bowl to avoid the boiling liquid splashing 

Sirius bites his lip “That’s my dancing queen” he lets out a chuckles

Harrys birthday rolled around soon enough and you, Sirius and Remus took him on a trip down diagon alley, which was easier said than done as he had become rather adapt at walking and mini sprints away

“Would it be inappropriate to get him a lead?” Sirius asks as he watches you run after him this time

Remus lets out a huff of a chuckle “Ironic considering James suggested that to you once” he says with an amused smile seeing you have caught up and are carrying him 

Sirius lets out a small laugh but his heart aches at the mention os his name. It warmed and destoryed him that Harry was the spitting image and those big green eyes reminded him so much of one of the best women he’d ever had the pleasure of knowing

“You know…Kid!” you say as the boy scrambles in your grasp trying to hug you like a kola “You know maybe he needs a lead or something…I swear he’s like a little rocket” you shake your head, voice shaky as you let Harry wrap his arms around your front like he was a backpack

Sirius smiles at you while Remus shakes his head 

“I swear you two are turning into each other” Remus notes 

You give your husband a funny look while he just winks at you “So where do you want to go first?” 

“There’s a gallery down the way, with an ice cream shop across from it so i was thinking...” 

Harrys head lifts from the crook of your neck “Ice-cream, ice-cream, ice-cream!” he exclaims giddily cutting you off 

He didn’t have the biggest vocabulary but he could say some words perfectly and those included ice-cream, Siri, y/n, Remmy, doggie and chocolate, yes Remus was certainly to blame for the last one but the extra treats did give harry the cutest chubby cheeks so you forgave him

“Looks like he’s made up his mind” Sirius chuckles, giving Harrys hair a little ruffle and a kiss to the cheek while your give him a little pout “What?”

You turn up your nose “Nothing I just see how it is” you try to keep a straight face but he can see the tiny smile

“Oh darling do you want some sugar?” he says coyly in a tone that Harry finds funny

Remus rolls his eyes, taking Harry from your grasp but you are too distracted with Sirius to see his saddened pout and attempt at grabby hands 

“I’m going to head to get us some sweets” Remus announces walking away with Harry who cuddles into Remus but leans his head on his shoulder and watches you and Sirius forlornly

Sirius places his hands on your hips “Sorry darling” he apologises

You keep up the charade “That’s not going to cut it” you cross your arms yet you can feel yourself melting into his touch and oh does he know it

He kisses your cheek and you give him a little dissatisfied hum in response, he then kisses your other cheek and you repeat the noise but need to press your lips together to prevent the smile trying to take over your face. He kisses your nose and then rubs his with yours cauing the smile to slip out but you recover

“Nope” you pop the ‘p’

He chuckles pecking your lips before it comes to him “I have something” he poses

“What?” you eye him

He leans in to whisper in your ear, breath trailing down your neck “Dishes for a week” he proposes

You finally let yourself smile “You got yourself a deal” you look at him triumphantly before kissing his cheek and walking off after Remus

Sirius stands there for a moment then jogs to catch up with you “You did that on purpose didn’t you?” he says taking your hand in his

You smirk at him “Oh yeah” you nod, pleased with yourself “Also” you stop just before entering the shop “Remus is staying this weekend and the Longbottom’s are coming for a playdate…” you push open the door looking back “and will be staying for dinner too” you throw him a wink as you enter

Sirius looks at you in faux annoyance but he couldn’t stay annoyed for long as he enters the shop, seeing Harry waddle over and show you with a cone that’s basically the size of him. 

He felt so happy at the scene but he felt guilty at times like this. He loved the chaotic little family you and he had been given but it was bittersweet knowing it should have been Lily and James. He didn’t know being a father figure would be so rewarding, nor did he think you and he would do as good a job…well he didn’t think he would do a good job because he could see how Harry lit up around you, the way Harry gravitated towards you more, something he was more than happy with as he could see sometimes you still had fears

You dropped your keys into the little dish as you entered the apartment, hearing Harrys distant giggles. You smiled to yourself closing your eyes briefly as your heart warmed at the sound. Walking deeper into the flat you entered the living room expecting your husband to be watching cartoons or something but instead you were greeted with your husband in his Padfoot form with Harry clutching onto the fur of his back as they trotted around the room

You didn’t know whether to be angry or laugh, you would be a liar if you and Sirius hadn’t joked about doing that to Lily and James but now you were in the parent seat and suddenly you could see the corners of the tables and every little thing that could go wrong…was this mum mode?

You could tell by Sirius’ grey eyes peering at you he had been caught, clearly not expecting you back so soon as he stops in his tracks

“Y-Y/n!! Look at me” Harry says cutely as he spots you, looking happier than the sun 

Your heart is a puddle on the floor around you though “I see you” you say with a smile you can’t peel off your face but your tone is a little wary 

“M-” Harry starts trying to wave but ends up falling off of Sirius, it’s a small fall but to you it was like he fell off a building

“Kid!” you stumble over, knees hitting the floor as you look at him in panic

The boy looks up at you just as you feel Sirius shift bac, both of you wincing as you wait for the tears but instead your met with little claps and giggling

“Again, again!” Harry says happily

You and Sirius sigh in relief “See he’s fine” Sirius ways a little out of puff

Nudging him with your elbow you scold him “Fine this time but what were you thinking” 

You turn back to Harry scooping the boy into your arms and holding him to your chest, something the boy doesn’t protest in the slightest while Sirius just looks at you a little nervous at your tone but his heart fluttering at how mum-sey you are being 

“He is 3 Siri, what if he hit his perfect little head, or what if he hurt your back and you couldn’t shift…he’s too young for this kind of thing” you say firmly with a pout as you cuddle Harry hand going to the back of his head

Sirius licks his lips and let takes a deep breath “Sorry darling” he caresses your cheek with his thumb, wiping it over the skin gently “He was upset we saw a dog in the park and didn’t have one, I just wanted to cheer him up” he explains but even though your face softens you give him a look “It won’t happen again” that you’ll know of

“It better not eh Kid” you pull Harry back to look at him “Because there will be no Siri and Y/n alone time for a month if it does” you smile scrunching up your nose at the boy making him smile and nod

Sirius gives you a tight-lipped smile “Rather harsh” he mopes lightly

You give harry a cheeky look before sticking your tongue out at Sirius, not seeing Harry copying your movements

People noticed you and Sirius never used the words mummy or daddy in front of Harry, which meant the boy never used them because he simply never heard them used to describe you both. Even 3 years after their death you never used the terms, parents? Sure. Guardians? Definitely. But mum and dad? Never

“Sirius” Remus asks as he digs into his lunch, watching you eating with Harry on the couch as he watches some cartoons, although according to Sirius you enjoyed them more than the boy did

“Yeah” Sirius replies swiping his lip with his thumb then sucking off the sauce

“Why do you not use mum and dad to Harry” he says turning his gaze to his friend “I’ve been wondering for years” 

Sirius’ eyes flick between a blissful you and Harry to Remus, finally settling on the latter “To start it felt wrong considering the circumstances, but now?…I want to call her it...” he confesses “...just not sure if she’s ready for it”

Remus nods but there’s a surprise in his face “She’s an amazing mother” he compliments 

Sirius smiles “She is” he agrees wholeheartily before speaking lower “Remus we never told you this…I never told you this”

“What?” Remus tilts his head

He takes a breath “You remember how you all used to joke about a mini pads or y/n” Remus nods “Well we never wanted that, we never wanted children”

Remus’ eyes widen a little “I get that” he says truly “Get that more than most but…you seem happy raising him now, you both do” his eyes flick to you as he says the last part

Sirius places his hand over Remus’ giving it a squeeze before retracting it again “I am, I like...I like being a dad” Remus smiles “And I think she likes being a mum, I just…I think she’s still scared she isn’t doing a good job”

“Seriously?”

“Siriusly” they chuckle lightly before Sirius looks at you sadly “I found her crying a few nights ago while Harry slept”

“A few nights ago was…”

“Red’s birthday” his eyes go glassy with forming tears “She was apologising to him, wishing she could be the mother he deserved, scared that she’s doing it all wrong”

Remus’ eyebrows knit together, heart aching as he watches you put Harrys plate down and let him sit on your lap as you continue watching 

“She hides it well” Sirius says drawing the man’s eyes back to him “I really hope she sees what we see one day”

That day didn’t come for another year and over that year leading up to it your little family only got closer. You took Harry on plently of days out, both wizard and muggle activities just like James and Lily would have wanted, he was allowed to play with Sirius as Padfoot, even walking him along with you in the park, something you teased Sirius about rotten. 

Something you didn’t know was that Sirius had slipped saying the ‘m’ word when describing you to Harry on occasion, the first time he didn’t mean it but over time he grew to adore that word for you and hoped you would too

“You okay?” you ask coming up behind Sirius on the bed, arms slithering under his arms as you plant a kiss to his bare shoulder

He hums as you begin to put his hair in a braid for bed “Harrys down but it’s the thunder, I can already hear it…times like this I hate Padfoot” he shuffles uneasily as he hears another rumble

You lift the completed braid and kiss below his ear “Don’t worry I’ll happily be big spoon tonight for my brave…” you kiss him again further down his neck “…little…” you kiss his jaw as he turns his head “…puppy” you peck his lips

He smiles at you “Merlin I love you” he twists his body around to hug you properly

“Love you too pup” 

You and Sirius settle into bed, his head on your chest, arms wrapped around you with his legs entangled with your own while your arms hold him protectively, soothing his hair with your fingers as he shivers with each grumble.

You both were about to fall asleep when you heard the door creak open, your head turned and Sirius shifted his around still on your chest but he could now see the door. Your hearts aching as you see a sniffling Harry clutching his little deer teddy to his chest

“What’s wrong kid you have a nightmare” you ask softly, you hated seeing him upset it broke your own heart

He shakes his head “The noises…are…are scary” he pouts wiping his nose with his shirt “Can I sleep with you” he asks and how could neither of you could ever say no too

“Of course” you tell him gesturing for him to join while Sirius shifts off of you and opens up the covers

He practically jumps into the bed looking happier than before, kneeling beside you with Sirius on the other side and you shift so he can snuggle into your husband 

“Who do you want to cuddle with?” Sirius asks with a knowing smile

Harry doesn’t answer just falls into you, clutching your pyjama shirt with one hand and his teddy with the other, while you freeze looking at Sirius who just kisses your cheek like he expected it. Your eyes returned to the boy and you smile as you wrap one arm around him, heart-warming as he nuzzles into you.

“Come here pup” you say quietly to Sirius and let him cuddle into your other side, giving both of their head’s kisses, your boys

“Night Siri, night kid” 

“Night darlin” Sirius leans up and gives you a quick peck “Night Harry” he brushes the boys hair gently making him smile

“Night” Harry says to Sirius before propping his head up to look at you “Night mummy” he says with the cutest tone then cuddles into you, quickly falling asleep

Your mouth was agape, tears forming as you looked at Sirius ‘did he?’ you mouth

Sirius nods shifting upwards in the bed to whisper in your ear “You’re a good mum y/n” he kisses your cheek “And it’s okay for us to be his mum and dad” he affirms

You let a small tear fall as you hug Harry tightly “But…” 

He wipes the tear “It’s okay, I like…I love being his dad, and I know James and Lily would be happy knowing that” he says softly, finally saying their names and it feels like a weight is lifted, a weight that had been holding you both down since that awful night

You look at Harry then your husband “I love being his mum too” you confess, a smile breaking across your face as you say it, eyes closing

“You want to use the names from now on?” he asks quietly, Harrys light snores in the background

“I’d like that” you nod

Thank you for reading 💛

[dirty-holy-things]

let ruin be light

Read on Ao3.

pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!reader, no Y/N

rating: MATURE, exclusively 18+, minors DNI

words: 4.7k

warnings: smut, like holy shit this is probably the most explicit and filthy smut I've ever written, swearing, jealousy, possessiveness, references to alcohol, slightly toxic dynamics, hate-fucking but with underlying feelings, oral sex, aggressive sex, degradation, pussy spanking, choking, orgasm denial, slight overstimulation, unprotected sex / creampie

authors notes: this is purely self-indulgent smut, because I love the idea of possessive!Ransom and jealous!Ransom who also has feelings but shockingly isn't the best at expressing them.

summary: you and Ransom had grown up in the same social circles, running in the same vicious, malicious, and antagonistic high-society groups; continually dancing around a mutual attraction for one another, you had fallen victim you your desires once before, but never again - at least, that was what you tried to tell yourself. but on the eve of your party, celebrating your success as the new up-and-coming author with Blood Like Wine Publishing, you found yourself irritatingly drawn to the belligerent blonde once again.

This was the night that you had been looking forward to for months — one of the main reasons you had chosen to return to Massachusetts for such an extended stay — and absolutely nothing was going to ruin your evening. Not your parents, not your publicist, not your nerves, and certainly not Ransom Drysdale.

After your one-time roll in the sheets, he had been pestering you like crazy, trying to get your attention by any means necessary. Showing up to the publishing office with dark-red hickeys littering his neck, wearing the ivory, cable knit sweater that you bought him all those years ago, rolling his eyes and laughing at you during meetings, publicly partying with wannabe lingerie models, he was trying out anything and everything that could potentially get under your skin — or get him under your skirt again.

But you held fast to your resolve, as it had already broken down once before — and you weren’t about to make that mistake again. Even though it was an incredible, mind-blowing, earth-shattering, recovery-took-two-days kind of mistake. No, you weren’t going to break for Ransom again; if you were to wind up in bed with him again, it would be if he quite literally begged for you.

You repeated this to yourself as you stepped out into the evening’s crowd, into the near-deafening noise of applause and cheers; the light that shined on you felt as blistering hot as the late-summer sun, and you fought off the need to wince as you smiled and waved at the partygoers who had showed up tonight to celebrate you.

Your book had just recently been published, and with great success; you were now going on your third week in the New York Times number 1 bestseller spot, and the reviews that poured in were all positive — readers were wanting more to the story, wanting a film version, wanting a TV series, wanting any sort of insight you could offer about the plot line and characters you had carefully crafted. Tonight was the night to celebrate your successes, and you were going to enjoy it, goddammit. Nothing would take away the joy of your success — not even Ransom.

You had known well in advance that Ransom would be present for tonight’s event; working for the same publishing company, it was expected of him to be in attendance. You had also assumed he would be bringing a date; it would surely be whatever up-and-coming Victoria’s Secret model that shared his coke habit. You weren’t all that concerned with who he brought as a plus one; you knew that you had unnerved him enough last week by bringing your Upper East Side fling Carter Bazien to the publisher’s New Years Eve party. Ransom had glared at you the entire night, and if looks could kill — you’d have been cremated by now. But neither of you owed the other anything, and as your eyes passed over the ecstatic crowd, you saw Ransom standing by the bar, clapping slowly, as though he were being forced to do it.

You didn’t allow your thoughts linger on the brooding, moody man that you had hooked up with — you kept your focus on the editors, the copywriters, the foreign publishers, that actually cared about your work and wanted to build on your success. Every now and then, Ransom’s perfectly-coiffed, golden hair would catch the light — or you would see the candlelight reflected in those oceanic eyes — but you forced your gaze to shift, not allowing yourself to linger on him.

That was, until, you pieced together who his date for the evening was. Ransom’s thickly-muscled arm was wrapped around the narrow waist of Julianne Blackstone; you and Ransom had been a few grades above her, and although the both of you had graduated before her, the stories still circulated amongst the small Boston sect. She had aged less than gracefully, and coupled with discount plastic surgery, she honestly looked like the bargain-bin version of yourself. You tried to let this intentional offense roll off your back, knowing that it was nothing more than a tactic to try and get a rise out of you.

As the evening wore on, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to avoid Ransom forever, even if you would have preferred to. Leaning heavily against the bar top, you saw the terrible pair advancing in your direction; you ordered your drink quickly, hoping to at least keep your interaction brief; you had built up a tolerance for Ransom, but you weren’t sure that you could bite your tongue if Julianne’s nasally voice cracked your eardrums.

Just as the bartender was handing you your drink, Ransom stepped into your frame, resting his elbow on the polished mahogany bar top; his cologne was as heady and intoxicating as usual, and you fought to keep your composure as he spoke to you in low, hushed tones.

“Seems congratulations are in order, princess. You did better than I would’ve expected.” He chuckled diminutively, swishing the ice in his empty glass before ordering another cocktail.

“If that’s what you consider a compliment, I’ll take it,” you responded casually, your tone holding no emotion.

Julianne spoke up, her voice high-pitched and slightly slurred. “I haven’t read your book yet, but Ransom told me it was r-really good.”

You turned a freezing cold gaze towards the slurring woman who was hanging onto Ransom like he was the last life preserver on the Titanic; and as you watched the way her hands ran up and down his body, something volatile and hateful sparked within you. You had no claim to him, but shit — seeing another woman touching him like that made you angry and nauseous. Before you fully knew what you were doing, you had tossed back your drink, the heat of the liquor burning inside of you; and you stepped towards the handsy duo, harsh words dancing on the tip of your tongue.

“Juli,” you started, staring into her dark, glazed eyes, “I know that imitation is supposedly the highest form of flattery, but seriously?”

The two of them froze for a moment, caught off guard by the bluntness of your words, and their stunned reaction only served to propel you forwards. “That dress is from winter of last year — and I would know, because I wore it to the Governor’s Christmas dinner, and Ransom can attest to that. So I can only assume you fished this one out of some clearance rack at Nordstrom — along with that lipstick color, Jesus, I haven’t seen anyone wearing that shade since ‘08.”

Julianne was growing more embarrassed and angry by the second, but you couldn’t let up, now that you had started. “I’m flattered by your desperation to try and look like me, but your bargain-bin efforts are honestly more insulting than flattering. You should at least try for something this season — who knows, if you wore something decent, you could maybe end up getting a 15% on the Who Wore it Better segment. But this? A year out of date, panty lines, and,” you cackled, “Swarovski jewelry? Not even real diamonds? Shit, your family must be even more hard up than I heard.”

“And not to mention — showing up with my fucking leftovers on your arm, thinking that he gives a shit about you — all while knowing full well that he’ll shove his cock with anything with a pulse.”

You knew you had been harsh, cruel, even — but when you watched this outdated, outclassed girl swiping her hands all over your Ransom, your stomach felt like molten lava, your heart burning like a firestorm.

Leaning even further into your nastiness, you turned your gaze towards Ransom. “Y’know, I never took you for a sore loser, Ran, but clearly I was wrong. Not only a sore loser, but a pathetic one at that — you couldn’t keep me, so you opted for Dollar General Gentry here? That’s just fucking sad,” you deadpanned, your gaze harsh and freezing.

“You’re a fucking cunt,” Julianne cried out, her words slurring together as she glared at you.

“Yeah, a better fucking cunt than yours, and Ran here can attest to that,” you snapped, laughing hollowly at the shallow insult she had chucked at you.

“Ladies, ladies,” Ransom hummed, intrigued and intoxicated by the cat fight. “No need to fight over me, there’s plenty of room for you both in my bed.”

You rolled your eyes before sticking your finger in your mouth in mock disgust. Julianne sputtered and scoffed at the suggestion, her face flushed with indignation. Locking eyes with her, the two of you shared a brief moment of understanding and acknowledgement — while the two of you were under no obligation to like or tolerate one another, you could share the same degree of disgust and contempt for the antagonistic, arrogant, Adonis-esque playboy who was grinning widely at the both of you.

Julianne was, surprisingly, the first to respond; she was likely feeling that initial sting of rejection, realizing that Ransom didn’t really give a shit about anyone other than himself. She huffed, an agitated and angry sound coming from her chest, and you watched in pleasant shock and surprise as she hurled her brightly-colored, sticky, sugary-sweet cocktail onto the $2000 velvet jacket that Ransom was wearing.

She stormed off, screeching and huffing like a woman scorned, and you nearly doubled over in laughter; you tried to keep your reaction somewhat in check, as this night was meant to be more of a business dealing than anything else, but you couldn’t help the peals of laughter that broke through.

You slapped a manicured hand across your mouth, trying to dampen and snuff out the laughter that ricocheted throughout your body; but seeing a seething Ransom doused in sticky blue cocktail syrup, reeking of rum and coconut, you couldn’t help your instinctual reaction.

The altercation between the three of you had drawn more attention than you had wanted, and, in a move to try and save face, you suppressed your laughter, grabbed a handful of napkins and dabbed at the blue liquid that had splattered across Ransom’s face and chest.

“Oh, goodness, Mr Drysdale, I’m so sorry about the mess — Ms Blackstone has been under a great deal of stress lately, those Broadway auditions must be so exhausting — let’s get you cleaned up and into a fresh shirt.”

You grabbed Ransom forcefully at the crook of his elbow, while noticing the way he flexed his bicep against your grip; with concentrated effort, you smiled graciously at your guests, while you navigated the two of you away from the party and back to the privacy of your bedroom.

The heavy wooden door closed with a distinct click, the antiquated brass hardware not affording any degree of discretion; you huffed as your amalgamation of repressed emotions finally fought their way to the surface, and you could feel the flush f heat in your cheeks as a mixture of intrigue, embarrassment, and attraction coursed through you. Turning to face the proverbial thorn in your side, your breath caught in your throat at the intimate sight on display before you.

“Y’know, if you wanted to fuck me, you could’ve just said so. Didn’t need Julianne to ruin both her reputation and a perfectly good jacket,” Ransom commented dryly, as he discarded the stained jacket onto the bench in front of your bed, and lazily undid the buttons of his stained ivory dress shirt.

“Christ, Drysdale, not everybody wants to fuck you,” you retorted, stepping towards your vanity to touch up your makeup, hoping your faux sense of confidence and disdain would take root.

As you were reapplying your lipstick, you felt the all-too familiar sensation of Ransom’s arms snaking around your waist; he used his impressive leverage to pull your body against his, and you could feel the hard outline of his cock pressing against you through the tailored trousers he was clad in.

Keeping your gaze focused on the mirror before you, you fought valiantly to keep your hand steady as you reapplied your deep red lipstick; but as Ransom continued to languidly rut his hips against yours, you became less and less confident, and with a particularly well-placed thrust, your hand shifted and the maroon lipstick glided halfway across your cheek.

“Fuck, Ran, take your horny bullshit somewhere else — go pick up Julianne or some other desperate whore, and just let me enjoy my night,” You complained, hoping that the he would interpret the desperate edge in your voice as a cue to leave, rather than a cue to carry on.

Ransom heard your words, eyebrows quirking up with your nasty attitude, but his movements against your body didn’t stop. “Tonight’s your special night, princess, and I’m going to make sure that you enjoy it,” he whispered. “You know as well as I do that nobody can make you fucking cum like I can. M’going to make sure you know damn well who you belong to, going to make sure you know damn well that you’re my sweet little slut.”

You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped as you felt Ransom’s thickly-corded arms tightening their grip around you; it was so unfair that he could paralyze you with words alone, but the nasty words coupled with the baritone of his voice and the deep blue of his eyes was irresistible.

“You think so, Ran?” You asked, breathlessly. “You think I’m yours?” The challenge in your voice was undeniable — were you truly his? Was he truly yours? Nothing except a selfish, possessive desire tied you to one another — and yet, was that not being beholden to one another, albeit in a twisted manner?

Ransom laughed coldly as he ripped the silk fabric of your dress up and over your thighs, fully exposing your sex, the debauched sight reflected in your vanity mirror. His calloused, broad fingers trailed down your chest and to your cunt, which had long since betrayed your better sensibilities, as you were damn near dripping onto the velvet vestibule you were seated on —

And as his sinfully skilled fingers stroked against your clit, your hands instinctively moved, seeking some sort of purchase, something grounding; and you quickly found one hand tangled in Ransom’s now-mussed blonde coif, the other scraping against his flushed neck, your nails digging half-moon crescents into the delicate skin.

“You’re mine, princess,” Ransom exhaled darkly, his voice holding both a threat and a promise. His broad, calloused fingers stroked against your center for a moment, before two breached your entrance without warning; you gasped at the intrusion, your body’s desires betraying you as you felt yourself sink down to take the two digits further inside. Ransom laughed, the sound of it echoing through the room, a sharp and possessive edge to it. “Already so desperate for me? C’mon, princess, you know I like a little bit of a challenge.”

His demeaning tone rankled you, in the most perfect and irritating way; and, still possessing some degree of rationale and self-control, you pulled away from his grasp, while fighting to ignore the way that your whole body cried out for him. You spun on your heel — you were still wearing the Louboutins you had bought for the occasion — and turned to face him. “A challenge?”

He cocked an eyebrow at your question, his large hands still holding your body captive against his, and you fought off the urge to press yourself into every ridge and valley of his perfect body.

His momentary pause allowed you to pull yourself together, at least enough for a biting retort that you knew would drive him absolutely insane.

“The only challenge you’ll have, Drysdale,” you paused, blinking up at him demurely through your thick lashes, “Will be trying to fuck me better than Carter did — and I already know you’re not half as good as he was.”

Aha, you struck a nerve with that one — just like you had wanted. Ransom’s eyes went dark at your remark, and you saw a look of absolute evil flash across his face, so intense that for a moment you felt genuinely terrified —

And then he was all over you, every inch of your bodies connected, as he slammed you backwards and into the vanity mirror; one hand was quickly tangled within your hair, pulling to the point of blissful pain, while the other hand wrapped around your throat with a severe, unyielding pressure.

He kissed you with a ferocity unlike anything you had ever experienced; his soft lips moved harshly against yours, the heat of his tongue forced its way into your mouth, his teeth bit at anything they came in contact with. It was electric, it was wild, it was debauched and bordering on violent — and it was exactly what you needed from him.

Ransom pulled away for the briefest moment, his hands still holding you securely in place against the cold glass of the mirror; his eyes were darker than the night sky, overtaken with lust and fury. “Eat shit, princess,” he purred, his voice low and threatening, before he resumed his outright onslaught against you.

The hand that was wrapped around your throat tightened, while the other hand moved from the nape of your neck, to the apex of your thighs; the thin fabric of your underwear had previously been pushed to the side, but now Ransom grasped the garment fully, and forcefully ripped it from your body — you cried out as the fabric burned and cut against your skin, but the painful sensation only heightened your arousal, and you felt an undeniable heat beginning to radiate throughout your body.

“Fuck you, Ran — those cost more than your lousy fucking jacket — “

You were cut off abruptly by a swift smack to the face — the stinging radiated across the left plane of your face, not enough to bruise, but enough to startle you into silence, at least for a moment.

Ransom snarled at you, his lip curling into an ugly smirk. “You shut the fuck up, princess, or I’ll make you shut up.”

Despite his grip around your throat, you still spit out a response to him. “I’d like to see you try, you piece of shit.”

Rolling his eyes, as though you were nothing more than a mere annoyance, you watched as he balled up your destroyed undergarments in his fist; and before you could take a breath or make another snarky comment, he had pried your mouth open and stuffed the lace and cotton into your mouth. Your eyes widened in rage and surprise, but your body betrayed your sense of pride as you felt yourself grow even wetter, and a desperate, pathetic whine came from deep within your chest.

“Fucking finally — we can get on without you running your massive fucking mouth —“ Ransom sighed, as he shifted you within his grasp, hauling you away from the mirror that had, by this point, grown warm from your body being definitively pressed against it. The world around you spun disorientingly for a moment, and then you felt the familiar softness of your duvet pressed against your back — but the sensation was short-lived, as Ransom flipped you onto your stomach before you could even begin to orient yourself.

You tried to speak, but the lace and cotton that filled your mouth filtered out any and all words that you tried to piece together; your whole body felt alight with a flaming, blistering mix of hatred and intrigue, and all that came from you were wanton whines and sighs.

Suddenly, two hands grasped at your hips, hauling you up and onto your knees, although your face was still pressed into the soft, downy duvet that covered your bed. You were fully exposed to Ransom, your perfect ass and glistening cunt on display for his viewing pleasure; and although he had been manhandling you, you still relished in the groan that came from him as you wiggled your ass expectantly.

You heard the sharp cracking sound of flesh against flesh before you felt it; and once again, the sting of his hand radiated throughout you, but this time, the pain radiated through the supple flesh of your ass, rather than the soft skin of your cheek. The sting made your cunt clench around nothing, and Ransom laughed at the desperation of your body, the way it cried out for him.

“Now this,” he drawled, while dragging a thick digit through the slick mess of your cunt, “This, is what I like. Mouth shut, face down, ass up — bet Carter Bazien couldn’t get you this fucking wet and desperate, could he, princess?”

Your muffled laughter still held an edge of dismissal and disdain, which didn’t go unnoticed by the powerful, predatory man who was standing above you — truthfully, he was right, but god knows you’d never give him that satisfaction. Not that easily, at least.

Your attitude was rewarded with a smarting blow to your already aching and sensitive pussy; your body recoiled on itself instinctively, while waves of depraved, blisteringly painful pleasure coursed through you; a high-pitched whine reverberated through your body, your shoulders rolling and shivering with the overstimulation.

Ransom laughed again, but you could sense him shifting behind you; craning your neck, you saw the tall blonde on his knees behind you, staring directly at your glistening, needy cunt; two broad hands gripped your ass before spreading you apart, and you gasped — nearly choking on the fabric in your mouth — as you felt his soft, plush lips connect with your swollen, needy clit.

He sucked and laved at the sensitive nerves with a ferocity that had your whole body shaking against him; and whenever your hips faltered and you began to slip, a firm smack to your ass corrected your form, simultaneously stoking the fire that was scorching throughout your core and spreading to every nerve ending in your body.

You were a whimpering mess after he stuffed two broad digits into your aching cunt, stretching you out for only a moment before adding a third — and somewhere, in your pleasure-addled brain, you understood this to be both a necessary and polite gesture, recalling the impressive girth of Ransom’s cock and how it had nearly broken you last time.

His fingers curled expertly within the warm, velvety heat of your cunt, stroking against that perfect spot that had your mind going fuzzy and your vision growing dark; and he laughed as he continued to suck on your clit, rolling his tongue against it expertly, the vibrations threatening to send you over the edge —

Ransom could tell you were getting close; your entire lower half was tensing up and quivering, your greedy cunt was gripping his fingers, pulling them further inside of you, and you were whimpering and whining wantonly —

And right as you were on the brink, right as you were at the tipping point, a mere breath away from crashing headlong into your orgasm, Ransom pulled away with a gloating laugh.

“Y’know, I could just leave you like this, fuckin’ desperate for me,” he spoke darkly, his voice husky with his own need and desire. “But,” he paused, before flipping you over onto your back, “You need to be taught a lesson, princess. You’re mine, and nobody’s ever gonna make you cum like I can.”

His broad hand was against your face, two digits digging into your mouth as he ripped the fabric gag away from you. “And, I know you’re gonna let me cum in this desperate, perfect pussy — just like you begged me to last time.”

You coughed as your own fucking panties were removed from your mouth, trying to catch your breath as you watched Ransom swiftly undoing the buckle of his belt and pulling off his pants. “Y’know, Drysdale,” you started, voice still somewhat hoarse, “I think you just get off on hearing yourself talk, you egotistical pri—“

Your words were cut off as you felt the thick, broad head of Ransom’s cock breaching your cunt; the stretch was, unfortunately, admittedly, unlike anyone you had ever felt before, and a shudder of pleasure rolled through you as all snarky remarks and words were lost.

However, you weren’t the only one who was pussy-drunk; Ransom’s perfect, annoyingly-beautiful face looked completely enraptured, his brows knitting together and his lips parted as he drank in the sensation of you, wet and warm and tight around his throbbing cock. The whimpers that fell from those sinfully-skilled lips as you rocked your hips against him only served to fuel your desire, and as you felt his thick, veined cock dragging against your sensitive walls, your whimpers echoed his, a shared sort of desperation and depravity for one another.

“P-perfect fuckin’ pussy, princess — you’re fuckin made for me, made for this cock —“

“Yes, Ran, jus — oh, shit, just like that —“

“Shit, y’keep fuckin’ gripping me like that, princess, I’m gonna —“

“Goddamn you, Ransom, t-too good — need you — “

“Yes, princess, say my fuckin’ name, let everyone hear who’s making you cum — “

“Touch me, please —“

“Fuck — fuck — c’mon, baby, cum for me, let me feel that pussy milk my cock — “

“M’so close, Ran, please - oh god, fuck, please, shit, don’t stop — don’t stop — “

“Yeah, that’s it princess, cum on my cock,” Ransom grunted, thrusting forcefully up and into your sensitive cunt; every centimeter of your body felt like it was suspended in midair, balancing on a tightrope, waiting for the bomb to fall, waiting for the crash and flash-burn of your impending orgasm to wreak through you. Ransom’s left hand was definitively wrapped around your throat, his thumb pressing deeply into your jugular; you were light-headed and perfectly delirious, and as his other hand moved to tweak your clit, it all suddenly became too much — not enough — needed more —

Ransom knew your body almost insultingly well, and with a slight increase of pressure from both hands, you felt yourself crashing and tumbling headfirst into the orgasm that he had been stoking and building since the very first touch. Your whole body seized up and shook beneath him, your mind went white-hot and then completely black, and you barely registered the faraway sound of Ransom’s voice as he approached the peak of his own orgasm.

“G-god, fuck yes, princess — gonna cum, gonna f-fill that pussy —“

You were riding out the waves of your orgasm, your cunt pulsating against Ransom’s cock, and your mind went hazy with pleasure and satisfaction once again as you felt his cock twitch inside of you, filling your cunt with seemingly endless ropes of cum.

The whole world felt like it was warm and radiant and glowing, as the two of you tried to catch your breath — Ransom’s grip moved from your throat to your waist, and he rolled the two of you onto your sides, his sensitive cock still buried in your throbbing cunt. Laughing breathlessly, you looked up into surprisingly sweet and genuine blue eyes; there was something endearing about him in this moment, despite all of the agitation he brought to your life, and with the way that he gazed on at you happily, you wondered if maybe he felt the same thing.

Ransom was the first to pull away, and your body felt oddly empty without the filling sensation of his cock; and yet, he didn’t pull away entirely, or leave in a hurry, as you would have expected. He laid back onto your bed, and gently brought your exhausted and pliant body into his, cradling you against his broad, muscled chest.

“Delete Carter’s number,” he exhaled, his grip tightening around you. For a brief second, you thought that his massive ego was making a reappearance, but your assumption was cut off at the knees as he followed up with another comment. “And I’ll delete anyone you want.”

You rolled over, propping yourself up on your elbows as you looked on quizzically at the man underneath you.

“Told you, princess. Had to teach you a lesson. You’re all mine,” he said softly, a warm hand coming up to cradle your still-stinging cheek. “And I’m all yours.”

[mindofharry]

Harrys favourite sex positions.

request hc of harry’s favorite sex positions 🤲🏽

smut!! fluff!!! fuck, i love this request because i can experiment with so much stuff!!! anyways, i hope you enjoy. feedback is welcome as always <33

Missionary

This position is something harry is fond and familiar with. Missionary involves intimacy, and boy does harry styles love intimacy. He loves seeing your face as you cum, the way your eyebrows raise, your eyes squeeze shut and bite your lip. It’s a sight that could make him cum without any sex at all, it’s just a plus side.

He loves communicating with you during sex too. When he’s face to face with you, he can see all your body movements etc. Harry also loves eye contact, it’s a big thing for him with sex. It turns him on way more than it should.

“You gonna take all of me?” Harry asked as he thrusted into you, hands on either side of your head. You nodded closing your eyes. Harry brought one of his hands to your cheeks tapping it softly.

“Look at me when i’m talking to you” Harry said sternly, you opened your eyes as harry thrusted again. “Fuck” You moaned grabbing onto his hair.

Another reason why he likes missionary so much is you pulling at his hair, or caressing his cheeks. He just loves touching you and you touching him. Harry craves that sort of intimacy, it’s the main part of your relationship. Intimacy is so fucking important to harry. Whether it be sexual or just hugs. He needs it.

Harry's tip is teasing your bundle of nerves, you don’t understand why he always pulls out and puts you both through the torture of teasing. You think he finds some sort of pleasure in it - you do not. He likes to see your face, the way it contorts as he teases you, more like punishing to you though.

“Want to see your face again when I thrust into you” He said and you whimpered, Harry smirked at the sound. “You always sound and look so hot when i first slip in. So beautiful” he said teasing, your slit again. You can see how red and full of pre-cum his cock is. You just want him to pound into you, is that too much to ask for?

“I’ll give you what you want” Harry smirked, pounding into you with no mercy. You squeeze your eyes shut and let out a moan that he’s never heard from you.

That has him nearly cumming.

Doggy style

Doggy style is another one of harrys favourites for sure.

Although harry loves seeing your face, he also loves pulling at your hair and holding on to your hips. He loves to just pound into you relentlessly. Usually you guys do this after a dinner date or when you’ve been teasing eachother all night. As i said, harry loves and craves intimacy. But the minute you start teasing him, he’s got you turned around and your cheeks red from spanks.

Harry grabbed your neck, pushing your neck down so your head was against the pillow. your hair was in a ponytail so he had easy access to it all. He liked pulling at your hair, it also gave you a lot of pleasure. His hands slid their way down the front of your stomach and your back. You shivered at his touch.

Harrys hands grabbed onto your hips harshly, making you moan. You loved how rough he got. His nails dug into your skin, fuck that’s going to leave a mark but right now you really couldn’t care.

He then pulled your hips up his core so that you were in doggy style.

Harry was teasing you, like you were doing just hours ago. His cock was making its way up and down your slit, you just wanted him to thrust into you with no mercy at all. But you know Harry loves to play dirty.

After what seems like hours of harry teasing you and your soaking wet pussy, you felt his thick cock slide roughly into you. You screamed with pleasure, and Harry groaned, wrapping his hand around your ponytail.

“You feel so fucking good” Harry moaned, as began slipping deeper with every thrust.

“Fucking love you so much”

Cowboy

Harry loves this position, because you get the best from it. You cum so fucking hard each and everytime you ride him. And harry loves it too of course, seeing your face as you cum, your tits bouncing and the whole bed shaking.

You really go all out.

The way it stimulates you, in every single fucking place makes it yours and his favourite. So you try not to do it a lot, because you want to keep that pleasure. But you are sure as hell going to ride your boyfriend like no tomorrow on his birthday. This position gives you the control and him something nice to look at. Harry is let’s just say, obsessed with your tits. Even in a non sexual way he always has something nice to say about them. You’re in the shower, “Fuck, my girls look amazing with water on them”. You’re out on a trampoline, you can just feel his stare on your chest.

If either of you have been gone a little longer than usual he’ll come to bed and snuggle.... you and the girls. “Missed you” he’d mumble, and then a little quieter “and them”.

“Lay down, honey” You instructed, Harry smirked and happily complied with your instructions. He knew he was getting birthday treatment. He fucking loves birthday sex with you. You give it a whole new meaning, you go all out. You treat him with presents and stuff all day and then ride him like there’s no tomorrow? He's one lucky guy.

You take off your shirt, you’re not wearing a bra. But that much was obvious. Harry was drooling over your hard nipples during the drive home from his parents house. You know how to tease a man, he’ll give you that.

“Love my girls” Harry said as you sat on his lap, he’s fully naked mind you. You can feel his cock twitch as you sit on it, your panties the only thing in the way. Harry moans and takes one breast in his mouth, your head goes back in pleasure. Again, he’s obsessed with your tits. He gives the love they deserve.

After getting yourself comfortable, you move your panties over to the side and grab Harry's cock without any warning. You slammed yourself down on it, taking the entirety of his length all at once. Harry's eyes widened and his mouth opened, but no words came out. You’re a fucking goddess, he decided as you bounced up and down on his hard, cock.

“Holy shit” He moaned, his hands holding your hips and guiding you up and down. You bit to your lip, moving faster. Your breasts were moving up and down so quickly, and your hair was all over your face.

Harry moved your hair to the side and grabbed your face as you began to slow down your pace, that only made him want to cum even more. You were slow with your pace, Harry moving his hands from your face down to your ass grabbing them to push you down harder.

“Fucking love when you ride me” Harry whimpered and you nodded, moving faster because harry was guiding you to do so. “Love it so much. i feel so good, right?” you asked and Harry nodded, pecking your lips.

“So, so good”

Harry fucking loves all of those positions. But he loves them because it’s with you. He loves the cowboy, because it’s you riding him. He loves missionary because it’s you he gets to watch cum and scream. He loves doggy style because it’s you he gets to hold onto.

It’s always you.

[rosiehrs]

kissing lessons | rosé

group ; blackpink  genre ; fluff 

pairing ; cheerleader!!rosé / fem!reader

summary ; roseanne asks you for kissing lessons to help impress the person she had a crush on. little did you know she only used it as an excuse to lock lips with you.

warnings ; mentions of sex, swearing

a/n ; this is the first thing i’ve written in approximately 4 months so it’s very rusty but i’m pretty glad i’ve managed to finally write something – woo! also not proofread xx

word count ; 2.7k

“i need kissing lessons.”

was the first thing she said to you when she entered the room. you looked up from your book in shock, “you need what now?”

“i need kissing lessons. from you.” she repeated. you examined her, looking for any sign of humor on her face, but there was none. right before you, stood the school’s most loved and popular girl, roseanne park. the both of you weren’t that close as you were one of the middle class, average kids while she was up there, rich and popular. she always tried talking and being friendly to you, you found it odd at first as she would just come out of nowhere and suddenly ask you about your day, but you’ve grown to appreciate and love her small acts of kindness. she looked down at you with a tight-lipped smile and hopeful eyes. saying you were speechless was an understatement. did the head cheerleader and long time crush really ask you to give her kissing lessons?

“okay, hold up. could you fill me in really quickly? why on earth do you need kissing lessons?”

“It’s silly, but i kinda like someone..” she began, looking away. she tried hiding it, but the biggest smile was plastered on her face and you knew whoever this ‘someone’ was – was really special. you were flattered, but even more hurt. you had no place to be hurt as you were even closer with your locker than you were with her, but you couldn’t help it. you were more than glad that she asked you to help her improve her kissing skills, but knowing she wants you to help her impress someone else really managed to hurt your heart a little. “ms park has a crush! who’s this special someone?” you asked in a teasing tone. roseanne rolled her eyes and sat down next to you. “i’m not telling you, but i just really need your help.” she stared at you, basically begging with her eyes.

“i would love to, but you didn’t answer my question. why would you, roseanne park, the heartthrob of the school, need kissing lessons? from me?”

“because i’m pretty fucking inexperienced and have kissed like 3 people in my life? and those three people have barely given me anything more than a peck, oh and the kisses that went further made me down a whole bottle of mouthwash afterwards.” you couldn’t help but laugh at the girl’s words, “also because i’ve heard you’re a pretty good kisser, but i’m not telling you where i got that information from.” you felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment, although you were very flattered, you didn’t know how to react. 

“come on, y/l/n. i’m not asking you to help me get better at sex- although i wouldn’t mind doing that with you-” you threw your rubber at her, making her giggle. “you suck.” you replied, making her smile. “i might be sucking something soon-” 

“park! shut up!” you scolded. she laughed at you and shook her head. “so? what do you say, y/n?” 

nodding and closing your book, you straighten your posture. “alright roseanne park, i’ll give you kissing lessons.”

roseanne looked at you with bright eyes and a wide smile, “yes! oh my god, thank you, y/n!” she replied, bringing you into a tight hug. “i owe you.” she whispered.

“you bet you do. now get your ass up and let’s get to class.”

–––

you spent the whole day worrying, it only just processed in your mind that roseanne wanted you to help her with her kissing. meaning you’d have to kiss her. panic rushed through you, holy shit. you were going to kiss roseanne park. the last period had just come to a halt and you packed your things slowly. your mind was all over the place and you didn’t know how to feel. once you stepped outside the classroom, the blond herself linked arms with you and dragged you out of school. “let’s get outta here, y/l/n.”

you let out a light chuckle as you got into her car, not long after she got in. “um, so my parents are out of town right now. should we head there?” she asked, looking at you through the rear view mirror. everything was just so bubbly and confusing, were you really about to do this? with roseanne park?

her voice snapped you out of your little mind debate, “y/n? you alright?” 

“oh no, yeah i’m fine. your house is fine.” you replied, making her giggle. “loosen up, y/l/n, i’m not gonna bite you.” 

“yet.” she smirked, you immediately looked at her – a beautifully elegant laugh escaped her lips. “i’m kidding – unless?” you smacked her leg, masking you blush away with a playful scowl. “just drive, park.” roseanne smiled and started the engine.

–––

the both of you sat down on her bed, placing your things down. rosé bounced down on the bed, excitedly, using the both of her hands to slap the mattress. “now how would you say i should improve, miss y/l/n?”

smiling sheepishly, you fixed your things. “now i wouldn’t know yet, miss park.”

“okay, so find out. i really need to impress this person.”

you kept your head down, trying to hide the disappointment on your face. she really needs to impress this person, this is just to help her with the person she has feelings for. and god, did you hate to think about it like that. but your heart was pounding and as much as you hated to admit it – you were excited to finally feel roseanne’s lips. “geez, easy, tiger. give me some time to prepare my lips or something.” you replied, making the aussie laugh. “well hurry, i need these lessons asap.”

“girl, what are you planning to do with your mystery lover? i’m pretty worried,” roseanne smacked your shoulder before grabbing her lip balm. “put it on.” 

you removed the lid of the stick and applied it onto your lips. she looked at you, as if she was waiting for you to do something. her eyes were almost screaming, “come kiss me already.”

“y/l/n, do i really have to make the first move here?” she teased, making you roll your eyes and lean in. you placed your hand on her jaw as she placed hers on your cheek. slowly but surely, the both of you started to lean in. you closed your eyes, waiting. it felt like forever until her lips finally touched yours. it felt like everything had just stopped, you knew you had to give her pointers and ways to improve on how she was kissing, but all you could focus on was how soft her lips felt against yours, how addictive the tingles felt. your lips moved against each other softly and elegantly. you were so caught up in the moment – you were running out of air, so that’s when you finally pulled away. she rested her forehead on yours, out of breath like you were. 

finally opening your eyes, the both of you stared at each other for what felt like hours. trying to really find out what the both of you were thinking. “i-” you started, your mind was blank. the only thing on your mind was the way her lips felt on yours, how soft, how sweet and how addictive her lips were. “well- i just.. you-”

“fuck, am i that bad?” she asked, worried. you were shocked, “no! god, no. you’re good, really good. i- i just don’t know how i’m supposed to help you after that.” you laughed, making her do the same. you went completely blank, you just stared at her, examined her. you really saw how beautiful and elegant she looked. “come on, y/l/n, give me something. like.. like how you felt! was i too soft? was there too much teeth? tongue, even?” she asked eagerly yet nervously. the tone of her voice and the look on her face was just beyond adorable. you giggled at the girl’s actions and shook your head. “roseanne, relax. you were great, it was – how do i say this without being creepy.. perfect? you don’t need any lessons, park.”

“oh come on, y/n. you don’t have to sugar coat it, give me the truth. go into details.. please?”

details, she wanted details. well shit.

“um, alright.. um, it was soft. but not in a bad way, it was sweet, gentle. perfect idea of a first kiss. i don’t- i don’t know how else to describe it. you’re good. end of story, park.” your words put a smile on her face, it made her feel proud, happy. “oh really?” she smirked, earning herself a smack on the arm. “shut up, rosie. you asked for the truth and i gave it to you. i’m gonna go home now..” you stood up, but was immediately pulled back down. “nuh uh, you’re not leaving. it’s been like 10 minutes, i just- i wanna improve. maybe go out of the kissing, how was the position of.. my hand? my body?”

you got to thinking, might as well give her something, right?

“okay well, maybe when you hold their cheek. just..” hesitantly, you leaned in and held her cheek in your hand. “before leaning in maybe just..” you caressed her cheek with the soft pad of your thumb making the girl blush a bright shade of red. “then when you kiss them, you could pull them closer.. like this-” softly, you pulled her closer to you. you were barely an inch away from her lips and you could feel her hot breath. everything you did made you feel so, so weak. you felt so vulnerable being this close to her. it felt unreal and you felt as if everything was just perfect at that moment.

roseanne’s eyes were glued to your lips and just couldn’t shake the feeling off, it felt so right. “should i try it on you?” she asked, breaking the silence. you cleared your throat and backed away. “um, yeah.. yeah go ahead.” you sat up straight as she brought her hand to your cheek. gulping, she caressed your cheek exactly how you did. her eyes were glued to your lips, she began nibbling on her bottom lip before pulling you closer and placing her lips on yours.

fireworks, butterflies, that was all you felt. her lips moved against yours, gracefully. before she could get carried away, she pulled back, staring into your eyes.

“i-..”

“was that good?”

“y-yeah, it was good.”

the awkward silence ate the both of you up, making you stand up. “um, i’m gonna get home. good first lesson, you’ll be fine, park.” you grabbed your things until she stopped you by grabbing your hand. “wait! i.. could you possibly.. give me more lessons? i don’t think i’m at my best yet.”

“oh, uh- yeah. sure, yeah, alright. just.. text me.” you replied, giving her an awkward smile. she nodded before standing up. “i’ll, can i drive you home?” she asked. “oh! no, please. it’s alright, i’ll just call an uber-”

“no, i insist! it’s the least i could do after you agreeing to help me out.” you were about to protest as she grabbed your bag and your hand. “come on, ms good kisser.” you giggled as you let her drag you out. 

––

“okay, what on earth is going on between you and chaeyoung?” joy, your beloved best friend asks. “i- nothing, i’m just giving her kissing lessons..” 

“you’re WHAT?!” she yelled, making you flinch. “sooyoung! be quiet!” you scolded, pulling her back down. “how long have you been giving ms. head cheerleader kissing lessons?!” she was shocked and offended - clearly. “just a few weeks.. relax.” 

“how could i possibly relax when i’ve just found out my best friend has been making out with the school’s most popular girl?! you bitch! why haven’t you told me?!” she slapped your arm, angrily. you couldn’t help but laugh at your best friend’s actions. she’s been there for you since you were 3 and you’ve pretty much told her everything that’s happened in your life, whether it’s when you had your first kiss or that one time you stepped on gum and you had to walk barefoot the whole day. “i didn’t tell you because i knew you’d tease the shit out of me!” you protested.

“well yeah, alright. understandable, but y/n?! you’ve been making out with the love of your life – how does it feel?” she replied, smirking at you. “shut up before i smack that smirk off your face.” sooyoung laughed and shoved you. “i hate you! why would she need kissing lessons? and why would she get kissing lessons from you?” she asked, disgust evident on her face and the tone of her voice. “she said she really wanted to impress the person she likes, and also i will quite literally-”

“y/n! wait up!” a familiar sweet voice called out for you. you and joy turned around, seeing the said girl running towards your direction. she had her hair in a tight ponytail and was wearing her cute, perky and hot cheerleading uniform. “hi cutie,” she greeted, making you smile. “hey chae.”

“um, i was wondering if i could have another lesson? today, after school maybe?” she asked, but it sounded more like she was letting you know. “sure,” you agreed, smiling. “alright, see you around.” she then walked off, swaying her hips and her ponytail along with it. your eyes were glued onto her and joy just couldn’t hold herself back. “oh my fuck, you whipped motherfucker.”

“shut up, chicken joy. let’s just get to class.”

“do you even know who she likes?” joy’s question really caught your attention. you’ve been giving roseanne kissing lessons for about 3 weeks and you still have no idea about who she has feelings for. “oh, um.. well-”

“ha! you don’t! you know what that means,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. “no, i don’t know what that means, park sooyoung.” 

“ah, you lovesick fool.”

––

you and rosé walked into her room casually, putting your things down and talking about your day at school. you laid down on her bed, staring at the ceiling as she talked about how these boys stole her box of apple juice at lunch.

“hey.. you alright?” she asked, obviously concerned about your sudden silence. “yeah, i’m fine. i’m actually just curious about something.” you said it that way so she would ask you what you were curious about. you hated bringing things up out of the blue, it was just easier this way. 

“oh sure, what’s up, sweetcheeks?” she rested her head on her palm as she laid on the bed, looking at you with such intent.

“who.. who do you like? who means so much to you that you’d be willing to get kissing lessons from me?” the question froze roseanne up. you saw how her shoulders tensed up and how her face fell. you watched as she sat up and cleared her throat. “um.. can you come here, please?” she asked quietly, patting the space next to her. you pushed yourself up and crawled to the space next to her. “what’s up?”

“um.. how do i say this..” she fiddled with her fingers and nibbled on her bottom lip. she was nervous and you could see it. “hey, are you alright?” you asked as you placed your hands over hers to calm her down. chaeyoung looked up and pulled you in for a kiss. 

soft, gentle, passionate. it didn’t matter how many times you kissed her, it always managed to blow your mind. her tongue entered your mouth softly, she pulled you in closer with her left hand on your cheek and right hand on your waist. the lessons you gave her really paid off, she was perfect. she tilted her head to the side to deepen the kiss. once again - it felt like everything around you was floating and you were just on cloud 9. every time roseanne’s lips were on yours, you felt as if everything was just perfect. like nothing could be better. she softly pulled away with her hand still on your cheek. 

“it’s you.”

[solarwonux]

Sangyeon x f!reader

W.C: 6.2k

Warnings: alcohol consumption, suggestive themes, arguing, mentions of cheating

For the 12 Months I Loved You Collab by: @sunlightwoo

Note: um...better late than never right?? This was supposed to go up in February but things happen. It’s one of my favorite ones that I’ve written, but I feel like I say that for every single thing I write lmao. I hope you like it plsssss let me know your thoughts. Thank you.xx

A long exasperated sigh left your lips at the sight of Sangyeon in the corner of the reception hall, chatting up a pretty redhead. His arm draped around their waist, clutching their body close to his, their faces close enough to smell the expensive champagne lingering in their breaths. A palm was placed on his chest as he leaned down to whisper something in their ear. Earning a flirtatious giggle from them, along with a sultry nod.

Their delicate fingers wrapped around his black tie as they pulled him close to whisper something against his plump lips. It was your cue to look away, but something inside of you—maybe the five flutes of champagne you had indulged in when the night was still young, prevented you from looking away.

Gripping the body of your sixth flute you prepared for what was to come, though when he smirked and unraveled their fingers from his tie, you let out a sigh of relief. Sangyeon still hasn’t broken rule number three of your friends with benefits arrangement.

As common courtesy for the other party, under absolutely no circumstance you are to hook up with other people.

Though when he ran his fingers down the side of their arm teasingly making them shiver at the feather-like feeling. One you had relished in for many nights on end, you knew he would not only be breaking rule number three but rule number four as well.

As common courtesy for the other party, under absolutely no circumstances you are to hook up with other people, especially when the other party is in the same room.

The anger flourished inside of you like an unwelcome weed. And you knew green was definitely not your color, but you couldn’t help but feel the jealousy take over, running along your veins like bitter poison. Your grip on your champagne flute got tighter. So much so that if you were destined with superhuman strength you would’ve shattered it into pieces, especially when his knowing eyes met yours. A glint of something sinister sparking behind them while his fingers laced with those of the red head.

He turned away before giving them a shy whisper and then tugged them gently towards the door of the reception hall. Leaving you behind in the middle of his best friend’s wedding reception, on your sixth flute of champagne, while you broke rule number six.

Don’t catch feelings for the other party involved.

To be fair when you and Sangyeon had agreed to the terms and conditions of your new no strings attached relationship. You were positive, even overly confident that you weren’t going to be the one to fall for your brother's asshole friend.

You had known him for years, grew up with him. He always made it his mission to make your life a living hell. Whether it was purple food coloring in your hair conditioner back in middle school (you had an odd mixture of purple and red that had somehow turned a nasty shade of burgundy in your hair for almost a year as you grew it out enough to cut off the damage,) or calling you ugly while simultaneously including all the the synonyms. He had made your life a living hell, he had been the reason for your tears whenever your insecurities took over. And he had been the reason for your newfound jealousy now as you sat on your couch a week after your brother's wedding still replaying the scene back in your head like a bad old timely movie.

It had started when two of you got drunk on Christmas Eve, laughing boisterously at your nonexistent love life’s.

“Who knew the reason we would be bonding is because we haven’t gotten laid in months.” He said, throwing his head back, gulping the remnants of his beer.

”For your information, I got laid last week. But I’m not bringing my one night stand to meet my family.” You rolled your eyes, bumping your shoulder against his.

He sets the beer bottle to his side, before leaning his elbows on his knees and gazing over at you. “How many people asked you where your date was tonight?”

“Too many.” You sigh, running your finger along the condensation of your own beer bottle. The memories of yours and Sangyeon’s family coming up to you asking you the million dollar question still prevalent in your mind. “You?”

“Not as many as I expected but still a lot. I just wish maybe they can back off.” He leaned back, placing his elbows behind him. He tore his eyes from your form and focused them on the night sky. “Maybe I should’ve hired a date or something.” He comments.

Your family's holiday party was still bustling behind the front door of your childhood home. Yet, the thought of ever going back in, earning judgmental looks from your single aunts was keeping you away.

He was right, maybe you should’ve hired someone as a date for the night.

Sangyeon bumped his knee against yours gently, “Want to date for the holiday’s?” The question came off as a joke, his sweet and gentle laugh following it. But as you sat there contemplating the idea, you realized that it wasn’t as bad. He was practically family. Your parents and his parents had been trying for years to set the two of you up. If you were to show up on New Year’s with your arm looped in his, no one would bat an eyelash. In fact you were willing to bet money that your mom and his would start crying pure tears of joy.

“Why not?” You shrug, “Our parents have been planning our wedding since we were kids, and as much as we don’t like each other. In some twisted sense of the word I do trust you.” Sangyeon did a double take, sitting up straighter and leaning in just enough to be in your line of sight.

“Are you sure?” Concern washed over his features. His bottom lip found its way in between his teeth as he waited for your response. “Like, you want to date me for the holiday’s?” He asked pleading for reassurance. Despite the relationship between the two of you not making sense to anyone outside your friendship circle, the level of trust and respect for each other’s boundaries was evident. You two pushed each other, got under each other’s skin, but you also knew when to stop. Which is why this plan was perfect. Foolproof.

“Yes.”

And somehow the two of you agreed that from then until further notice you would be each other’s dates for every holiday in the near future. Yet, if you had known the outcome of it you wouldn’t have agreed, especially not when the thin threshold had been crossed on your birthday.

He had showed up with a cheap bottle of vodka, all the romantic comedies he could find at the gas station and a boyish smile. His lips were on yours after five shots of the drinking game you had invented and you were naked underneath him after seven.

“I’m just saying, adding sex into the mix wouldn’t be such a bad idea.” He proposed with a shrug during a very awkward hang over filled coffee talk at the rundown cafe the next day. “We can even add some rules so it wouldn’t be so weird.”

“Adding rules is the weird part, Sangyeon.” You rolled your eyes before taking a sip of your herbal green tea and then cringing at the taste. “But they would help...you know to keep things from getting messy.”

“Then it’s settled.” He smiled widely grabbing the kids menu you had ordered from and a red crayon, scribbling down messily in his almost indescifrable handwriting:

Holi-date No Strings Attached Rule Book

Can I come over tonight.xx

Your eyes roll to the back of your head in annoyance, upon reading the text from Sangyeon. Of course, he hadn’t contacted you for over a week and the only time he decides to do so is when he’s in need of a good fuck. You throw your phone down on the table, resting your forehead against it. An annoyed sound falling out of your lips.

“Hello there negative nancy,” Kevin says, slipping into the seat in front of you. “I got you your favorite.” He sings, placing the iced matcha green tea latte in front of you and flicking the top of your head to get your attention.

You whine, lifting your head up a pout evident on your lips as you break the seal of the plastic lid with your paper straw. A poor attempt to reduce the consumption of plastic. Changing the straw wouldn’t do anything for the Earth when your whole cup is made out of non-biodegradable plastic. Maybe it’s the effort and the thought that counts, either way you take a sip from your drink, savoring the taste as it coats your tastebuds. Letting the false promise of a full six hour surge of energy run down your throat.

“Thank you for buying today.” You nod.

“It’s the least I can do for helping me with the web design project.” He smiles an award winning smile before bringing his hot mug of black coffee up to his lips. Hissing from the heat and cringing at the taste. Just like how he couldn't phantom how you liked the vibrant green liquid, you couldn’t understand how he drank five cups of black coffee daily. Indeed, he was not human, you concluded that a couple years ago.

You shrug, wrapping your fingers around the cup, “I had time to spare, but don’t get too comfortable with my help. It’s rare that I finish my work early.” You point an accusatory finger at him, furrowing your eyebrows before breaking into a wide smile.

“Ehh,” Kevin shrugs, “we’ll see about that when you’re begging me to buy you one of those nasty vomit colored drinks in a week.” He finishes sending you a wink that usually has all the girls and guys weak in the knees. You on the other hand have been so accustomed to his flirty ways after years of working side by side that it did nothing to you but annoy you slightly, yet in some odd way it comforted you.

Since day one everything between you and Kevin was comfortable and easy. He sat next to you in your digital marketing class Sophomore year of college and the two of you had been inseparable ever since. For a while you harbored a fat silent crush on him, his flirting being a point of confusion for you back then. It wasn’t until you experienced first hand what dating Kevin would be like that your crush dissipated into nothing but a platonic kind of love.

It was awful, the two of you had only gone on two dates. Two very disastrous and nightmare inducing dates, that sent shivers up both of your spines when just the mere thought of it entered the front lobe of your brains. It was then, while attempting to wash out a red wine stain out of your white dress in his and Jacob’s kitchen that you both agreed to just being friends. Eventually leading up to being coworkers as well.

It was a shame, you could always see yourself possibly loving Kevin and it would be easy too. And as much as you’d like to imagine it sometimes, he wouldn’t be able to give you what you wanted and vice versa.

“How’s the boyfriend, trouble in paradise yet?” He raises his eyebrow at you, hitting your calf lightly with the tip of his dress shoe.

You groan, running a hand through your hair, “Sangyeon is not my boyfriend, we just hang out sometimes.”

You quirks an eyebrow, smirking, “That’s what I said about Jacob and I, and look at us now.” He raises his left hand wiggling his ring ringer, letting the gold band catch the light of the setting sun. “Till death do us apart or something like that.” He shrugs, taking another sip from his coffee.

“Yeah but you two are perfect for each other, Sangyeon and I are like water and oil we don’t mix unless, well...you know.”

“Unless the two of you are fucking? Yes I am aware, the horror of me walking in on the two of you last month still keeps me up at night.” He shudders, pushing his half empty mug away from him. A disgusted look on his face.

“Ugh,” you put your head in your hands in utter despair, “I thought we agreed to forget about that and move on.”

“Fine I won’t bring it up again,” He rolls his eyes and sits back, crossing his arms in front of him. “But I know there’s trouble in paradise, does it have to do with what happened at the reception?”

You stare at him with wide eyes. It wasn’t just the events that took place at the reception. It was everything before the reception, during the reception and after the reception. You swore to yourself and him the morning after the two of you first accidentally slept together that you would never fall for him. But as it turns out, you had fallen for him long before that, a moment lost in time. A moment you couldn’t pinpoint but you just knew that what you felt for him was more than platonic. It sucked.

“Maybe,” you shrug, stirring the contents of your drink with your paper straw, distracting you and avoiding Kevin’s look of concern. “Honestly, I’m not sure. He’s just so frustrating. We agreed to have rules to make this whole fucked up situation less of a mess, but he broke two of those rules that night, purposely. I could tell that he was enjoying it.” You let out a defeated sigh and push your drink out of the way, bringing your arms to rest on top of the table, crossing them and hiding your face in them. You couldn’t pinpoint the exact emotion you were feeling, but you just knew it was bad from the way your throat closed up and the tears that were brimming in the corner of your eyes.

Kevin hummed and leaned forward onto the table, ruffling your hair in the process. “And what rule have you broken?” He whispers.

“The one in which I wasn’t supposed to fall for him.” You lift your head, digging your palms into your eyes forcefully. “I didn’t want to, I still don’t want to, but I can’t stop. It’s like he’s casted some kind of love spell on me. Maybe it’s part of his evil plan to destroy me once and for all.” You sigh, grabbing your phone and turning it over. The text sitting there unread, haunting you.

“Don’t answer it.” Kevin covers your screen with his hand. The sadness he held for you is evident behind his soft eyes. “I know you want to but don’t answer it. It’s only going to make you feel worse and frankly I still hate seeing you cry.”

He’s right. Answering him would only make you feel smaller than you already do. You didn’t want to see him, but you longed to have him hold you even if it meant nothing to him. You push Kevin’s hand away, swiping your thumb over the text, hitting reply. You know you should listen to your best friend, but there’s a reason why the two of you would’ve never made it far in a romantic relationship.

You were stubborn and never listened.

8pm, don’t be late. I have to wake up early tomorrow.

Kevin sighs, shaking his head in disappointment, falling back in his chair, scoffing. “Last time, tonight will be the last time and then we break it off.” You say, avoiding his eyes.

“That’s exactly what I said and I ended up having a shotgun wedding.”

Can’t wait, miss you.xx

“My job’s having an event for Valentine’s Day.” Sangyeon broke the silence, his chest still rising rapidly, matching yours. As you came down from your highs.

The second he had walked in through your front door he was pinning you against your poor excuse of a dining room table, without a proper greeting. He barely gave you a second to think before he was peeling your clothes off in a haste and carrying you off to your room.

“And you want me to go with you?” You turn your head to face him. He was laying down on his side, his head resting on his arm, watching you cautiously.

“Mhm,” He puts his arm around your waist and pulls you close. “I need a plus one, I have this annoying coworker that doesn’t leave me alone. I figured if I brought you along they would back off.”

“So I’m not just your date, but also your cockblock?” You tilt your head to the side, raising your eyebrow. “What happens when they find out we aren’t actually dating?” You poke his chest with your index finger. It was smooth and muscular and decorated with the beautiful marks you left behind a few minutes ago.

“They won’t.” He smiled leaving a light kiss against your neck, trailing his lips up and sucking on the spot he knew would have you moaning in seconds. “What do you say?” He bites your earlobe, pulling it before sitting up again.

You sigh and bring your sheets up to your body, sitting up. “I can't, I have plans already.” You lie hugging your knees up to your chest. You wanted to go, pretend once more that you and Sangyeon were more than holiday dates and fuck buddies. But you couldn’t put yourself through that anymore. You were getting used to being by his side, living out a fantasy in your head. When all he wanted was a quick fuck and an easy pass.

“I have a date, Kevin and Jacob’s friend.” You shrug, closing your eyes, mentally apologizing to the couple for dragging them into your problem’s once again. “We’re going out to dinner.” You finish, opening your eyes and looking over at Sangyeon who laid there, messy hair decorating his pillows, stunned. You knew what he was thinking and you were just waiting for him to say it. To get it over with so he’d leave as fast he came in.

He chewed on his bottom lip and then scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Oh, what about rule number seven or whatever.” He quickly got up from your bed, letting the sheets covering his lower half fall down to your carpeted floor.

As common courtesy for the other party, under absolutely no circumstances you are to date other people, until officially calling the deal off.

“Well, I don’t know. I like him. We’ve been talking for a while now and he’s sweet. He likes me.” You shrug, watching as he walks around your room looking for his discarded clothes. “And I haven’t broken the rule, yet. I was hoping we could talk about it and just call this whole thing off once and for all.”

“No but you broke rule number one or something.” He puts on his boxers fast and digs through your scattered clothes on your floor for the rest of his clothes.

You sat there silently watching him, running through your memory files as you recalled the rules and what rule number one consisted of which had nothing to do with what you had done. Or lied about doing.

As common courtesy for the other party, always use protection.

“That’s not what rule number one is, it’s -”

“Whatever, you broke a rule before calling it quits, you were basically cheating on me.” He yells, leaving his white washed jeans unbuttoned as he runs a frustrated hand through his hair. You were floored, witnessing an angry Sangyeon wasn’t rare for you. In fact, growing up you had been the product of many of his angry outbursts while inducing your revenge, but it was never serious. This was different. This felt different. This was serious, he was accusing you of something you didn’t do. He was accusing you of doing the one thing you saw him do at your brother’s wedding reception. It made your blood boil.

“That’s fucking rich coming from you, when you cheated on me first, but I never brought it up because although you fucking did break a rule. We are not together so who am I to get angry at you?” You threw your hands up in the hair, before pointing an accusatory finger at him. “Who are you to get angry with me?”

“And they were a good fucking lay, much better than you in every single aspect.” He spits out, angrily putting on his shirt. His words hurt. He was hitting you where it hurts the most and he wasn’t even aware of it. You held his gaze, refusing to break down in front of him.

“Why not ask them instead, why didn’t you go to them tonight instead of coming here?”

He shrugs, looking around your room, focusing on the polaroid pictures you kept on your mirror. Anything was better than looking at you, and the tears pooling in yours in which he undoubtedly was the cause of. But he was hurt too, you let him come over, you let him in and he had given you everything. Poured out his unwarranted feelings into every kiss he left on your body and every pattern he painted onto your skin with his delicate fingertips, just like he always did whenever the two of you got together. He knew he had broken rule number six a long time ago. Back when the two of you were still in high school, when the rules didn’t exist and his crush on you was nothing compared to what he felt for you now. But he was scared of telling you, and it had gotten him nowhere.

His heart still broke just like he feared, and even worse he had broken yours too.

“Maybe I should, this was a mistake. Being with you in the first place was a mistake and I knew it was going to bite me in the ass one day.”

“Get out, I never want to see you again.”

“With pleasure.” Sangyeon turns around and walks out the door. It wasn’t until you heard your front door slam shut that you finally let yourself cry.

You should’ve listened to Kevin.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” Jacob pulls his scarf around his neck. Though, it was February it had snowed last night. The winter clothes that you had slowly started putting away, swiftly made their comeback when you woke up shivering that morning.

You shake your head, stuffing the heart shaped cake you had made for both him and Kevin the day before. Be mine inscribed in sparkly purple store bought icing as per request from Jacob, “It’s Valentine’s Day, you should spend it alone together.” You raise your eyebrows suggestively at the two men in front of you.

Kevin leans forward, one hand on his waist while the other one moves up and flicks your forehead, “get that pretty head of yours out of the gutter, Jacob and I are gonna romantically eat our weight in this beautiful cake you’ve made us, while watching the Bring it On series.”

“I’m trying to get him to realize why the third one is the best.” Jacob says pointedly, bumping his shoulder against his husbands. “Solange Knowles steals the show, but he doesn’t want to admit it.”

Kevin scoffs and turns to face him, “I love you and I love your love for the Knowles family but face it babe the best Bring it On movie is the first one, it sets the precedent for all the other movies.” He finishes painting the picture out with his hands in the air before kissing the others cheek.

You shake your head, silently giving Jacob a knowing look. Of course the third Bring it On was the best one, but you won’t ever say that out loud. At least not with Kevin present, he won’t ever let you live it down. Will go on and on about how both you and Jacob were wrong until he was repeating himself.

“It sounds tempting but I’m going to pass, I have my own date with my couch and heart shaped pizza and -”

“Your vibrator.” Kevin interrupts, raising his eyebrows, smiling smugly at you. The embarrassment taking over your body and rising out of your ears. Jacob rolled his eyes, hitting his husband’s upside the head, and a warning look. Kevin pouted, “What? I’m not wrong, that's what she does every Valentine’s day, I’m just stating the truth.” He complains rubbing the back of his head.

“We’re going to go now.” Jacob places both of his arms on top of Kevin’s shoulders, mouthing a sorry in the process. You brush him off, “the offer still stands, if you get bored you can join us.” He opens the door and pushes his husband through the door frame.

“I’m good, have fun and no Kevin you can’t sleep on my couch after Jacob’s kicked you out again.”

“Wasn’t planning on it, last time, I walked in on you and San -”

Jacob covers his mouth with wide eyes as he continues to push him out of your front door, Kevin shrinks at the realization that he almost slipped. It had been three weeks since you last met him, since he last reached out to you. The only thing you knew of him was that your mom had called you to tell you that he had finally gotten the promotion he had been desiring for almost a year. Doting over him like she always did. It had gotten worse when the two of you showed up hand in hand at New Year’s last year. You were proud of him. You wanted to hug him and celebrate his achievement in every which way you could. But you meant it when you told him that you didn’t want to see him again. You couldn’t trust yourself or your heart when it came to him.

“We love you, call us if you need anything.” Jacob said, sending you a kiss and shutting your front door. You smiled, listening to their bickering out in the hallway, standing there until they were far away and you couldn’t hear them anymore. They were characters, the two of them and even worse when they were together. It was why they were so perfect for one another, they completed one another in every sense of the word and it made you insanely happy, but also sad.

Sometimes you wished, whenever you were alone at night and staring up at your popcorn ceiling that you could have what they had with someone that loved you to the point in which they couldn’t live without you.

It will come, at least that what you told yourself whenever the tears stopped. You just had to be patient.

You were halfway through an episode of the Vampire Diaries, and your fourth slice of pizza when the knocking on your front door sounded. You rolled your eyes, quickly pausing your show and setting down your half eaten pizza slice in the box, before standing up. You obviously weren’t expecting anyone but you figured it was Kevin after getting kicked out again. It was never serious, this game both he and Jacob played. It was some form of twisted foreplay thing they did to keep things interesting. They had explained it to you once when you shared your concern for their relationship. Sometimes you wished you hadn’t asked. You could’ve gone living your life peacefully without knowing the details of their sex life.

“I’m going!” The knocking became more desperate the closer you got to the door, and it confused you. Maybe this wasn’t part of their roleplay fantasies and something had actually happened. It worried you. You could feel it all over your body as you grabbed hold of your doorknob. “Kevin is something wro-” You stopped mid sentence when you swung your door wide open revealing a very drunk and disheveled Sangyeon.

You brought your hand up to your chest, holding onto the necklace his family had given you back in highschool as a graduation present. You never took it off, it brought a sense of comfort whenever you were caught in situations that had your anxiety spiraling out of control. Situations similar to this one.

“What are you doing here?” You step aside to give him room to enter, inviting him in without a shadow of a doubt. You shouldn’t have done that, but the part of you that will always care for him was stronger than the part of you that wanted nothing to do with him.

“We agreed to be together every single holiday season and it’s Valentine’s Day.” He say, his voice slurring slightly at the end, evident that he had consumed more alcohol than what he could handle. “I can’t leave you alone on Valentine’s Day.” He finishes, his voice turning small at the end. He ran a shaking hand through his hair causing it to stand up in different directions as he paced through your living room.

You pressed your hands up to your cheeks, letting the coldness of your palms relieve the heat that had suddenly overtaken your body. “B-But we broke things off, we don’t have to do this anymore.” You drop your hands down and point at him and then at yourself, swallowing the lump that was forming in the back of your throat. “Don’t you have an event at work? What are you doing here?”

Sangyeon looks down, taking his lips in between his teeth, “I didn’t go.” He whispers before raising his head, his eyes welling up with tears as he stuffed his trembling hands into the pocket of his white washed jeans. You swore he didn’t own another pair. “I couldn’t go without you. I-I want to spend Valentine’s Day with you and the rest of upcoming holidays...But I also want to take you out on dates and binge watch shows with you and make love to you and hold you while you sleep. I want to wake up with you in my arms, and kiss you while you’re complaining about morning breath and make you breakfast.” He takes a shuddering deep breath before sitting down on the armrest of your couch, digging his thumb into the palm of his hands. “I just want to be with you forever.” He says, clearing his throat before letting the few tears he had been keeping fall.

“Sangyeon I-” You looked around your living room frantically. Your heart was beating out of your chest. The words that had fallen out of Sanyeon’s lips with ease were the last thing you had expected to ever hear him say. It was everything you had longed to hear him say for almost a year now and you didn’t know how to react. Should you tell him to leave to give you some space to take everything in? Or should you run up to him and kiss with all the love and passion you harbored for him? You were caught at the crossroads. was overwhelming.

Sangyeon scoffed, shaking his head before raising it again, turning his head to focus on your tv, avoiding your eyes. “You don’t have to say anything. I know you don’t feel the same way, I just couldn’t keep it in anymore. I’ve been in love with you since we were kids and I don’t know when you told me that you were seeing someone. I was so angry at myself for never being able to just confess and hurt that I had been too late.”

The air in your lungs caught itself in the back of your throat. You walked towards him quickly crouching down in front of him, taking his hands in yours. “Sangyeon look at me.” You swallowed, placing two of your fingers underneath his chin and guiding his head to face you, finally locking eyes with you. You felt so weak and full of energy, ready to kiss him until the two of you died from lack of air and you wanted to laugh. “We’re so stupid Sangyeon. This entire time I thought you only wanted me for sex while I slowly fell for you and now you’re telling me that you had the hots for me since we were kids...wow.” You smile, swiping your thumb underneath his eyelids wiping away his falling tears. “I’ve loved for a long time. I don’t know when I started to love you. Just that when I realized it I couldn’t stop.”

“‘I’m sorry.” He hiccups, his fingers wrapping around your wrist. “I’m sorry for what I did at your brother’s reception, but I swear on my grave that nothing happened between us. They were drunk so I called them an uber and walked them to their ride when it arrived.” He confesses, leaning down and circling his arms around your waist, guiding you to stand up.

He rests his forehead against your stomach sighing. “There’s never been anyone else for me other than you. You make me feel so stupid and frustrated sometimes. I know I shouldn’t have said the things I did that night, like you said I had no right to bud into your love life and being angry is no excuse but I was scared of losing you.” He looks up, his bright eyes pleading. “I’m still scared of losing you.”

You sniffle, bringing your hand up to his head, letting your fingers thread through his already messy hair, “I’m sorry too for lying. Clearly I had no plans.” You laugh lightly, pointing around your living room. “I had somehow convinced myself that lying about seeing someone else would be an easier way to end things, but it hurt so much seeing you leave knowing that there was a possibility I would never see you again.”

Sangyeon laughs, his shoulders shaking gently before he leaves a chaste kiss against your clothed stomach. “Honestly, that would be impossible, we’ve been practically married since the minute we entered this world.” He stands up, towering a couple inches over you, “If I hadn’t come tonight our moms would have forced us to talk sooner or later, I just got a little too drunk and beat them to it.” He presses a kiss against your head before pulling you into a tight hug, sighing happily. “I never want to be without you.”

You nod against his chest, “Will you remember this tomorrow?” It was a thought that had been running through your mind since his confession hit you full force knocking the wind out of your body. Though the few times you had a drunk Sangyeon in your presence he remembered every single tiny detail the next day. This was just your fear taking full charge at the thought of him waking up next to you confused, and walking out again.

He hummed, smoothing his hands down your back. “I’ll write everything that happened down and in detail. I’ll even describe the look on your face when I told you that I loved you. Which by the way have I told you that I love you...a lot.” He teased, leaning back and wiggling his brows.

You leave a light kiss on his chin before pulling away, unraveling his arms from your body. “I love you too.” You walked around him and sat on the couch picking up the remote. “Want to join me?” You tilt your head, your thumb hovering over the play button.

Sangyeon pouts slightly, copying your movements and sitting down next to you. “I haven’t asked you to be my official girlfriend yet.”

“Ask me in the morning, I want you to ask me when you’re sober.” You smile, kissing his lips lightly and wrapping your arm around his waist, leaning your head against his chest.

He makes a sound of approval, placing his arm around your shoulder, “Okay but I have another confession before you press play.”

“What is it?” You press your cheek against his chest before looking up at him confused.

“I already watched this episode, Elena and Damon get into a fight.”

“Don’t they always.”

“Yeah but I don’t want to watch it again.”

You shrug and press play, “Unfortunately, you have infiltrated my Valentine’s Day plans so you’re stuck watching.”

“I did it in the name of love.” He groans, shifting and pulling one of your legs over his lap, holding you closer, as the snarky remarks between the two characters start, sounding loudly through the speakers he had helped install when you first moved into your place three years ago. He almost told you he loved you that day, but then you had put an ice cube down his back and his mind instantly started thinking of ways to get his revenge. His confession hiding away again.

But now it was out in the open and finally he could love you the way he knew he could. The way you deserved.

“And I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

[trueshellz]

First times with Daichi Part 2

Part 1

First time having sex

You were on a mission to seduce your long term boyfriend. You had explored every part of his amazing body, been on your knees for him and had his mouth on you while he bought you to orgasm multiple times but you really wanted him to fuck you. But he had always put it off, not wanting to rush you and wanting to respect your boundaries. Which would be cute as hell but now you were just horny. So tonight, you were going to dress sexily and seduce him... in theory.

Buying some sexy lingerie in his favourite colour, you had bathed and shaved everything and worn his favourite perfume. The lingerie was a cute teddy with matching lace shorts, the cups were sheer and didn't cover much but you guessed that was the whole point. You had invited Daichi over to yours for "dinner" and pulled on a t shirt and some denim shorts to cover yourself.

Under the pretense of dinner cooking, you both sat on the sofa and watched an old movie. Slipping away, you went to your room and undressed, checking your make up one last time you before you quietly went back to the living room. His reaction was comical, spitting out his drink and almost choking as he took in your outfit.

"Ba-baby." He coughed and thumped his chest a few times as you perched yourself on his lap. "Baby, what are you wearing?"

You felt your heart lurch into your throat, looking down at him with a sad face. "You... you don't like it Daichi?"

"Like it?" He stroked a finger over your nipple, rubbing a hand up you thighs and over your ass as he pecked you on your lips quickly. "Baby, I love it. But... what's the occasion?"

Running your hands up his torso, you smiled as you felt him groan. His hands now rubbing the space between your ass cheeks as you slowly grinded on him. You leaned forward and licked his neck, whispering in his ear. "Fuck me. Please?"

Holding you back by your shoulders, he held your chin in his hands. Forcing you to look at him in the eyes. "You sure? You don't owe me, I won't be the type of guy who forces you. I can wait, sweetheart."

You shook your head, removing his hands from your face and tugging at his t shirt, pulling it over his head before tracing his abs and pecs. "I want you, please Daichi." Taking his hand, you ran it over your breasts and down to your pussy, placing it inside your underwear. You breath hitched as he began stroking you slowly, fingers circling your clit as your head dropped forward onto his shoulder.

"You're such a naughty girl dressing up and seducing me y'know that? Here's me thinking you were my good little girl. But you're a little tease aren't you baby?"

Your breath caught in your throat as he reached to the front of your teddy and unclipped the clasp holding your breasts secure. His mouth sucking your nipple deeply as he hummed against your skin.

"Look how wet you're getting, fuck. You want me fill this needy little pussy up huh?"

Holy fuck where had this come from? Daichi had dabbled in some dirty talk with you before, mumbling as you sucked his cock down your throat, but this was something else. His mouth sucked your throat as he licked and bit you skin, your hands threaded themselves in his hair as you began moving against his fingers.

"Fuck baby, lookit you riding my fingers. Need me to fill this pussy up don't you? Hmm?"

You whined as he moved away, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and licking them clean as he flung your outfit to the floor. He picked you up bridal style and walked to the bedroom, laying you down slowly he caressed your legs. Kissing your calves and thighs as he pulled down your shorts, Daichi was determined to make this good for you. He knew first times hurt, but he'd be damned if he hurt you more than necessary.

"Keep your legs open for me okay baby?"

You gasped as he sucked your clit, fingers running up and down your thighs as he licked and flicked it with his tongue. Rubbing your wet hole with his thumb, he pressed in gently and waited, letting you get used to the intrusion.

"If you change your mind you let me know okay?"

You nodded quickly, hands finding purchase in his hair as you titled your hips up, wanting his sinful mouth back on you. "Don't stop please, it feels so good."

Circling your opening, he began moving his thumb in and out, replacing it with a finger instead as he reached for that spot that made you clench around them. Using his free hand to pinch your nipples, you body arched at the multiple assault of your senses.

"So tight baby, I'm gonna have to stretch you to take my cock."

Adding another finger, he started moving them upwards, your body rebelling against the intrusion at first. Not being used to the force he was using, but soon as he began sucking your clit harder. The stretch morphing into a pleasant thrum under your skin as pleasure overtook your senses.

"Daichi...please don't stop." You let out a long groan as he began finger fucking you in the earnest, your hands scrambling for purchase on the blanket as you felt your body tighten.

"Dachi... 'm gonna... 'm gonna cum. Oh God. Ohgodohgod... don't stop please."

Back arching as you.felt your body light up with pleasure, mouth open in a silent scream as you felt your body twitching and shaking.

"Thats it baby, come all over my fingers."

Mannouvering up, he stripped himself of his remaining clothes while keeping his fingers inside you as he pulled on a condom. Rubbing his dick up and down a few times, he leaned over and took your mouth in a hard kiss. Stroking your tongue with his own as he pressed inside you, swallowing your groan as you felt yourself stretch around him.

"Nearly there baby. That's it, take my cock like a good girl."

Hand reaching down you rub your clit, you widened your legs to ease some of the pressure. Daichi using this opportunity to hold your legs open as he pushed into the hilt. God you had never felt so full, you could feel him pulse inside you as he moved slowly at first. Urged on by your whimpers and seeing your hand moving between your own legs, he began fucking you in the earnest. His groans mixing with your own as his hips pistoned inside of you, reaching up to pull him down to your mouth as your leg was flung over his shoulder. This new position hitting a different spot inside you.

"Feel good baby? You wanted my cock didn't you? Wanted me to fuck this greedy little pussy. Can feel how wet you are baby, dripping down my balls as I fuck you."

"Daichi... mmm.. you feel so good. So good, oh my god. Don't stop, don't stop please. Please please please."

You could feel the familiar twinge between your legs spreading all over your body, his mouth swallowing all your gasps and moans as he felt your body stiffen. Arching your back, the feel of your body clenching around him was enough to send him over the edge.

Well, guess that plan worked super well.

First fight

You had planned for Daichi to meet your parents for a while, but they always seemed to be busy. You knew their jobs were demanding but you thought they would want to meet your boyfriend, the guy you loved and were serious about. It took two months of planning for your schedules to match up and you finally managed to organise lunch at a restaurant. You had both dressed up, you in a cute dress with matching heels and Daichi in a fitted suit and tie. You couldn't help but smile as you saw how nervous he was.

"Stop stressing babe. They'll love you because I do."

"Yeah? I hope so."

Lunch had started well enough, you all engaged in small conversation about your lives and dreams. But when Daichi mentioned his life playing volleyball and his dream of becoming a police officer, the mood on the table dropped quickly.

"A police officer? Will you be able to support our daughter?"

"Dad? I-"

"Sir, I don't understand-"

"You think working such a lowly job is going to provide for my daughter? Not only did you waste your life on a useless sport, you're now going into a terrible career with poor job prospects."

"Dad! I can work and help with the bills. Why should it be his responsibility only?"

Your mother who has been quiet most of the dinner, suddenly stood up and placed her napkin on the table. "If you'll excuse us, I'm afraid I've seemed to have lost my appetite."

"Mum! What do you mean? You're joking right?"

The drive back to your apartment was tense, the atmosphere in the car was a huge contrast to the excitement that you had felt on the way there. You could see his knuckles white as he clutched the steering wheel, face drawn in anger as he drove. You jumped as he smacked the wheel with his hand.

"I'm never going to be good enough for you."

"What?"

"Getting a lowly job to support you. Making you work to help us out. Your parents are never going to approve of this relationship."

"Are you serious right now? I love you. I don't care about my parents."

As Daichi parked the car, you rushed to follow him as he stormed to the apartment. Pulling off his tie, you saw him run his hands through his hair and grit his teeth. You couldn't believe how rude your parents were, how judgemental they had been of him. You loved Daichi, you wanted spend your life with him.

"And you!" He whirled around to glare at you, you'd never seen him so angry. "You didn't even defend me."

"What the fuck Daichi? All I did was defend you. They're my parents, what did you want me to do."

"Take my side! Instead you said you'll get a job and made me look even more useless. Now they think you're settling for a poor loser."

You stormed up to him and poked his chest with your finger, you could feel tears of anger and frustration threatening to fall down your face. "Don't you ever say that again. I love you Daichi Sawamura. I don't care about my parents or what they're gonna say. I don't care about money or having a job. I care about you. I wanna marry you. I wanna have babies with you." You couldn't stop the tears this time, quickly the anger blended into sobs as you collapsed into his chest.

Daicho had frozen, not only had he been selfish and made you cry but he tried to digest what you had said. You wanted to marry him? Have babies with him? Him? He felt his throat close up as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat as he held you close.

"Baby, baby look at me."

You shook your head as he pulled you into his chest. His arms wrapped around you and rocked you side to side. You couldn't fathom how this day had turned out so badly, you didn't care about your parents and their thoughts. You had never agreed with their views on society and they had disapproved of alot of things you did. But you thought seeing you happy, they would accept him.

"I'm sorry. Baby, I'm so sorry. I'm such an idiot. Shhhhhh, it's okay. I didn't mean to yell at you."

You sobs became hiccups as your tears stopped, you clutched the back of his shirt as he held you. "I love you Daichi. Fuck everyone else."

"I know baby. I know. I'm sorry."

Daichi promised himself that day that he would spend the rest of his life making you happy. He never wanted to see you cry again because of him.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

unfair ii, m | myg, jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader x yoongi

summary: You know how you end up fucking your next door neighbor and her boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook? No? Oh. Well, I guess that’s just Min Yoongi’s predicament then. 

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship; smut (fem reader, threesome, shower sex, cum eating, f and m-receiving oral, cowgirl, nipple vibrators are involved); soft fluff; starts off with Yoongi’s POV, then switches to you, Jungkook is pretty much mad horny 24/7; Yoongi just wants to be cuddled mentally and physically; ft. a poor soul who was only trying to deliver pizza...

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Through a series of events, Min Yoongi now had two problems. He was quite sure these were not problems anyone else had. Actually, he was positive that no one else could relate to his two very distinct problems, one of which was in front of him right this very moment.

“Yoongi-ssi.”

The slight amount of disrespect should have annoyed him, but these were different circumstances.

“You need to be patient like everyone else.”

Slam.

Now Yoongi’s slim wrists were pinned against the wall with strong hands, one tattooed, one not. His problems weren’t bad per se. Inconvenient, perhaps. They made his life difficult. Hard, even. A very solid weight pressed against his crotch. He shifted his eyes away, lips twisted in a small pout.

“… What do you mean, like everyone else?”

A low chuckle. Yoongi felt lips on his neck. His muscles tensed and he drew in a sharp breath as those lips began to graze over his skin. Familiar lips now, lips that he thought way too much about and much too inappropriate times. Lips that set his skin on fire and made him grit his teeth to avoid sounding too pathetic.

“Aw, are you jealous? Afraid we’ll be interested in someone else?”

Him, Min Yoongi, jealous? No, of course not. He had never been jealous in his entire life. Jealousy was linked to sin and Yoongi wasn’t that kind of person. He was a kind boy. A good soul. He had also never felt lust either. Never.

Those firm hips rolled against his and Yoongi almost gasped, biting on his tongue.

“Don’t worry, it will always be only you for us, love.”

Yoongi stared up at the ceiling. The higher power up there put him in this position. He did not ask for this. He did not ask for his heart to skip two beats at those words. He did not ask for Jeon Jungkook to be this sexy, this sweet, and this rough all at once. Was this how he was going to go? Was he going to die by sensory overload from Jeon Jungkook’s hotness? Probably.

Not the worst way to go.

“… You’re breaking the rules.”

Jungkook lifted his head, smirk on his lips and eyes half-lidded. “You broke them first,” he shot back, tongue between his teeth, quirking his eyebrows.

Holy fuck.

A minute before, Jungkook had been in the bedroom, chatting with Yoongi about… something. Yoongi couldn’t remember, because he was distracted. Jungkook had come home from walking Holly and was in the middle of telling him some story. Holly was passed out in the living room, living his best life. Yoongi, however, had been staring at Jungkook pulling off his white t-shirt, lifting it over his head and shoulders. Tattoos against the tan skin of his right arm, back muscles flexing as he stripped. Maybe, just maybe, Yoongi had lifted his hand and touched Jungkook’s back, just for a second. Traced a muscle, mouth slightly open, awed at how a human body could be so different from his.

“You’re not supposed to imitate sex until we’re all together,” Jungkook purred.

Yoongi’s eyes flitted away from Jungkook’s amused expression. “It wasn’t sexual.”

“Hmm.”

Yoongi shifted his eyes back to those brown eyes framed by long dark hair. His problem was making him very, very hard right now. Ah, he meant, the moment was difficult–

Jungkook’s pink tongue slid out and licked Yoongi’s lips, the lightest, hottest touch.

Fuuuuuck.

The front door opened. Sounds of shoes being removed, a soft sigh. Holly barked and there was a jangle of dog tags paired with a cheerful laugh and cooing noises. He could hear Holly’s fur being ruffled by pets.

“How was your day, Holly? Hopefully not as tiring as mine.”

Holly made a soft woof. Footsteps. And then she rounded the corner.

Problem number two.

Dressed in a tailored black skirt suit, white shirt, and a red tie. Molded perfectly to her hips and her sharply legs. Arm raised, slowly pulling her hairpin out of her hair, which tumbled down onto her shoulders, cascading around her cheeks. The prettiest eyes Yoongi had ever seen, the kind of eyes that kept him rooted in place – well, besides the larger man literally pressing him against the wall. She cocked an eyebrow at them.

“Jungkook,” she said slowly, leaning against the doorframe. That fucking line of her fucking body, every fucking curve held in that skirt suit. Was that even legal to wear in public? For Yoongi, it would definitely cause some complications. “I simply can’t guess what you want to do tonight.”

Jungkook grinned. “I didn’t start it.”

She chuckled. “Of course, you didn’t, darling.” Her eyes shifted to Yoongi. “How are you tonight, Yoongi, my love?”

These two were giving him constant heart arrhythmia. He was pretty sure his ears and his cheeks were both red.

“F-fine.”

-

The second you laid down those ground rules, you knew Jungkook was going to break them. That’s why you made them, of course. He always had that mischievous streak about him. Your initial meeting had been at the gym he worked at. You had signed up for a personal training session, just to see if it was something to commit to. Jungkook made you commit to something, all right. Were you two tangled in the sheets after your first or second meeting? You couldn’t remember.

You asked him why he had been so forward at the time and his response had been, “Excuse me, do you see yourself in the mirror? Literally every single guy at the gym was staring at you.”

“I didn’t see such a thing, Jungkook.”

“That’s because your eyes were on me.”

Moving out of your parents’ home had been a nice change. No longer did you have to worry about your parents accidentally hearing certain things. And the cherry on top had been a certain someone, a certain someone who was very, very interesting. Jungkook had eagerly nudged you the first time you two saw him innocently walking his dog.

“Let’s fuck him.”

“Excuse me?”

That devious smile. “Come on. You know you want to.”

Your raised eyebrows. “I do? I think you do.”

His mouth on your neck, making you melt. “I know we have similar taste, darling. Look at that cute, precious face. Don’t you want to sit on it?”

Poor clueless Min Yoongi had no idea what was coming as he trotted along the sidewalk with an excited Holly. He had no idea what you two were planning, how difficult his life was going to become, or what situations you two were going to put him in. For instance, he was currently sandwiched between you and Jungkook as water rained down on the three of you. The double showerheads had been a smart investment. You calmly worked shampoo into your hair, rubbing your ass against Yoongi’s hard cock as Jungkook held his arms behind his back, also rubbing his cock against Yoongi’s ass.

“T-this is not a shower,” Yoongi hissed out, throwing his head back as the head of his cock rubbed right between your ass cheeks.

“What are you talking about?” Jungkook chuckled. “She’s shampooing her hair right now.”

The shampoo was dripping down your back, adding slick lubrication to an already dire situation for Yoongi. You reached back and pressed the head down in between your ass, creating a tighter crevice as Yoongi rolled his hips into you. Jungkook was humping Yoongi’s ass and making him lurch forward, increasing the speed by a few notches. You turned your head slightly with a smile, seeing Yoongi losing his control and Jungkook smirking at you.

“Fucking shit,” Yoongi moaned, squeezing his eyes shut. Jungkook let go of his arms and gripped Yoongi’s hips instead, pushing his cheeks together, inhaling sharply.

“You have a great ass, Yoongi-ssi,” Jungkook murmured, lips on his shoulder, kissing lightly as he roughly thrust his hips up his ass cheeks, the head of his cock grazing Yoongi’s lower back.

Yoongi gasped, eyelids fluttering. “Not as nice as hers,” he mumbled back, chest heaving.

You squeezed Yoongi’s cock a little tighter. “Why, thank you.”

You watched Yoongi’s hands clench into fists as he shut his eyes tightly, moaning loudly as he came, shooting warm, sticky cum up your back. You grinned and rubbed your ass against his crotch as the last residual bursts came, the sensitive head buried in between your ass cheeks as he shuddered, leaking into your tight crack.

You heard Jungkook hiss as he orgasmed, clamping Yoongi’s ass around his cock, jaw clenched tight, eyes closed. He seemed to feel your gaze and his eyes opened, paired with a cocky smile. Your name dropped from Jungkook’s lips, so low, so sexy.

“A gift for you.”

Jungkook spun Yoongi around at the waist and you dropped to your knees, tongue already out and slurping up Jungkook’s cum as he kissed Yoongi. Yoongi’s entire body was shivering, softly moaning to Jungkook’s mouth as your tongue slid low in between his ass. Jungkook really knew how to make you wetter than the fucking shower itself, sucking his cum out of Yoongi’s ass cheeks. You nipped at the skin and Yoongi whimpered into Jungkook’s mouth.

“You’re not being fair,” Yoongi hissed, trying to pull away.

Jungkook smiled.

“You don’t want fair, now do you?”

-

“What do you want on your pizza?”

Yoongi grunted. “Don’t care.”

You poked Yoongi in the chest.

“Are you mad?”

“No.”

Jungkook pressed you down further. “He’s embarrassed,” he purred.

You looked up at Yoongi, who was scrolling on his phone and trying not to look at you. Either of you, for that matter. Yoongi was laying on the bed, in a gray t-shirt and his boxer briefs, with you on his lap and chest. Red bra and panties, with a black silk robe. Jungkook leaned against your back, shirtless and in his black sweatpants. Jungkook was also on his phone, ordering pizza. For some mysterious reason, you three were too tired to cook, thus the pizza.

You reached up and brushed Yoongi’s bangs out of his eyes. His mouth thinned into a line and he put his phone down on his chest. His eyes closed as you pet his dark hair. You smiled. Yoongi could act grumpy all he wanted. You saw right through him.

Yoongi let out a soft huff as Jungkook bounced on you a little. “I’m fine.”

You cupped his round cheek gently. “You can tell us, Yoongi.”

He cracked an eye open. “Too... much attention on me,” Yoongi mumbled. He puffed his cheeks and closed his eye again at your foxy smile. Well, Jungkook and you were generous lovers, after all.

“Pizza ordered and paid for.”

Jungkook’s phone bounced on the bed as he dropped it. He wrapped his arms around your waist, lovingly kissing your shoulders. Unsurprisingly, you felt your robe being pulled down a little as he kissed down your back. You placed your arms on Yoongi’s chest, chin on top.

“I love you.”

When Yoongi didn’t respond, you poked him again. He frowned and opened his eyes barely a sliver. You gazed up at him expectantly. His ears were turning red. You had said it before. Jungkook had said it before. But getting it out of Yoongi was proving to be more difficult.

“Jungkook, your girlfriend is in love with me,” Yoongi muttered. He was still looking at you, not closing his eyes.

“Me too, so you better say it back to her,” Jungkook replied cheerfully, an edge of danger in his voice.

Yoongi puffed his cheeks lightly again. “I’m being threatened by your boyfriend,” he said to you.

You stared deep into those dark brown eyes. You lifted your head, moving closer to Yoongi’s face. Your silk robe was sliding down your arms, thanks to Jungkook’s insistence.

“I love you,” you said again, voice husky and seductive.

Yoongi sucked in his lower lip anxiously.

Your head dipped down, lips softly touching his. You softly breathed into his mouth. He whimpered, tongue touching the edge of your lips. You sucked on it lightly, the tip of yours entwining with his. You mouthed the words again against his lips and he mouthed them back. The robe was leaving you completely now. You broke apart from Yoongi, smiling as Jungkook’s hands traveled up your belly.

Yoongi swallowed, nervousness fluttering in his expression.

“You say it… so easily.”

You frowned slightly. “Is that bad?”

Yoongi’s eyes shifted to the head of hair behind you, hearing his soft kisses on your back. You reached over and brushed your fingers against Yoongi’s cheek. His eyes flickered back to you, wordless.

“Jungkook and I are very happy to be with you.”

You could see the confliction on his face. You felt Jungkook raise his head and place it on your shoulder, arms around your waist. Yoongi seemed sensitive, aware of the two of you watching him as he struggled internally.

“Aren’t you happy… with just Jungkook?”

Ah.

You turned your head to look at Jungkook. He nuzzled your nose, smiling.

“Are you happy, darling?” you whispered against his lips.

“With you, always.”

You turned back to Yoongi and smiled down at him. His brown eyes were unsure, looking down, somewhat ashamed. As if he walked in on something he shouldn’t have. As if he wasn’t meant to be here. You placed your hands on his cheeks and gently lifted his face, forcing him to look at you and Jungkook.

“Yoongi-ssi,” Jungkook said quietly. “You don’t have to worry. We want to love you.”

“Why?”

Yoongi’s voice cracked, just a little. He wrapped one of his hands around one of your wrists, blinking fast to push away his tears.

“I… I shouldn’t have… You two were happy without me…”

“Shh.”

You leaned down and placed kisses on his cheeks. His hand on your wrist trembled. Maybe he was scared. Scared he might ruin your relationship. Scared he might just be a toy in both of your hands, only used for fun. Scared he might lose you two when you get bored. Scared that it was all a fleeting happiness, a moment of lust that would disappear all too soon.

“Just want to make you happy, Yoongi,” you murmured against his skin. “Just want to be around you and hold you in my arms and wake up next to you every day.”

You felt Jungkook bend down and kiss Yoongi on the forehead. “Just want to see your face,” Jungkook continued softly. “Pour all of our love into you until you can’t take any more and then give you even more. You make us so, so happy.”

Jungkook and you pulled back a little, giving Yoongi some room to breathe. He sniffled sheepishly and wiped his eyes, frowning slightly. His eyes flickered from Jungkook and then to you.

“Hah… I didn’t need all that,” he mumbled clumsily.

“But you wanted to hear it anyway,” Jungkook replied playfully.

Yoongi turned his head away, blinking quickly. You tried not to smile at his shyness.

“Why would you even think… to add another?”

You rubbed the back of your head. “Well… actually, we both saw you at the same time and, ah, it wasn’t really planned.” You laughed a little. “We thought you were going to run away or just leave it at as a one-time thing.” You leaned down as Yoongi’s cheeks turned red. “Imagine our surprise when you knocked on the door once again.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “You guys were literally fucking on our shared wall.”

“Maaaaaaybe…”

“If you were going to make a ruckus, at least let me enjoy too,” Yoongi grumbled.

You gently turned Yoongi’s face back towards you, dropping your head as Jungkook unhooked your bra.

“Now you can enjoy all the time.”

Your hands slid down his clothed chest. Yoongi gasped against your lips, suddenly feeling your bare breasts against the thin fabric. Jungkook was pulling your red panties down your legs, tossing them who-knows-where. You moaned as you felt Jungkook’s tongue on your wetness, licking a thick stripe up your slit. He stuck his tongue inside you, pushing it in once, twice. You squeezed the muscle with your pussy as you pulled Yoongi to you. Jungkook lifted you up, ass in the air, legs spread. He coated his tongue with your slick juices before flicking your clit.

“A-ah, Jungkook…” you whined, clutching onto Yoongi’s shirt and rubbing your tits against his chest. Yoongi inhaled sharply, gently nudging you.

“Let me take it off,” Yoongi chuckled. You frowned as you released him. Jungkook sucked on your clit as Yoongi pulled his gray t-shirt over his head, his hair fluffy as it was disturbed. You crawled up his chest and kissed him deeply, moaning as you felt his large hands on your breasts, kneading them roughly. You felt Jungkook slide one of his fingers inside you, teeth nipping at your ass.

“Mmm…”

You lifted your head. Yoongi smirked underneath you, pinching your nipples as Jungkook pushed another finger in your pussy. You bit your lip, moaning their names as Jungkook began to finger-fuck you, his free hand gripping your hip. You felt Yoongi press his thumbs against your nipples and rub them in circles, your body rocking upwards from the force of Jungkook’s fingers. You vaguely heard Yoongi call your name and you looked down at him, head fuzzy with pleasure.

“Y-yes?”

His pink lips so pretty, softly turned upward towards you.

“Kiss me.”

You leaned down and kissed him, whining as Jungkook pulled his fingers out of you to lick your pussy again, rubbing his slick fingertips on your clit. You moaned into Yoongi’s mouth and he caught your tongue, sucking on it. He pinched your nipples once again, hard, and it pushed you over the edge, gasping as you came in Jungkook’s mouth, his tongue lapping you up, smearing it all over your pussy.

You broke out of Yoongi’s kiss, trying to catch your breath. You felt movement under you and heard Yoongi’s surprised yelp as Jungkook yanked his underwear down his legs.

“Jungkook, what–”

You couldn’t even finish your question because Jungkook pushed your hips down with one hand, using his other to push Yoongi’s semi-hard dick up. Yoongi gasped as your wet, dripping pussy planted straight onto his balls and the base of his cock, immediately coating them with your orgasm and Jungkook’s saliva. The position left the head of Yoongi’s cock against his lower belly and your slippery pussy on his length and balls.

You felt Jungkook’s lips against your ear.

“Don’t move.”

You frowned slightly at Jungkook’s command, feeling Yoongi’s cock swell at the close contact to your pussy. Your preferred form of birth control was condoms, so you weren’t used to feeling raw cock against your pussy. It wasn’t inside you, so you didn’t panic, but you rubbed yourself against Yoongi’s balls just a little. Yoongi gritted his teeth, head pushed back against the pillows.

“What is that kid thinking?” Yoongi muttered, “He can’t leave us here like this.”

You could tell he was too scared to touch you, lest something slip. He caught you staring at him and he blushed, turning away quickly.

“W-what?”

Your tongue balanced between your teeth, smirking slightly. You clenched your walls, knowing he could feel the opening tighten against his balls. Yoongi hissed, digging his fingers into the sheets.

“You’re just as bad,” he pouted, giving you the side eye.

You heard movement behind you. Jungkook. Firm hands grasped your hips, lifting you up. You whimpered at the loss of warmth, looking down to see Yoongi’s cock covered with your juices. Jungkook let you go, and you were on one knee, other leg somewhat extended as Jungkook dipped his head downward between your legs. Yoongi moaned as Jungkook licked him all over, pink tongue flashing as you watched with bated breath. He took Yoongi’s balls in his mouth, sucking them clean. Yoongi’s eyes rolled back in his head, barely registering Jungkook putting a condom on his already-hard cock. A second later and Jungkook removed his mouth with a wet plop, grinning.

He slid up your body, kissing you deeply, your taste on his lips. You smiled, feeling him wrap his hands around your waist again, pulling you back down. Yoongi barely had time to orient his cock before you sank down on him, moaning into Jungkook’s mouth.

“Feeling good, love?” Jungkook growled against your lips, nipping at them.

You squeezed Yoongi’s cock. It throbbed inside you as Yoongi groaned. “So good, Jungkook,” you panted, voice glazed with lust.

Yoongi rolled his hips up into you as Jungkook nuzzled your neck, kissing it softly. You closed your eyes, pleasure filling you up. You began to bounce on Yoongi’s cock, intertwining your fingers with his as you thrust him into you, hitting your favorite spot. Nice and deep, over and over. Jungkook cupped your breasts and your eyes snapped open, feeling something foreign being stuck to your breasts.

It couldn’t be–

“Jung- fuck!”

His name was quickly replaced by you swearing as he turned the nipple vibrators on, grinning infuriatingly into your shoulder. They were in the shape of little red hearts, taped right onto your nipples. You winced, body shuddering as you grabbed Yoongi’s other hand, clutching on them tight as the vibrations radiated through you. Your pussy clenched involuntarily and you were already orgasming, eyes rolling back into your head as Jungkook’s hands guided your hips, using your pussy to fuck Yoongi. How were you supposed to think? Breathe? Do anything, but feel the relentless vibrations on your sensitive nipples as Yoongi moaned under you, helpless as Jungkook controlled everything, bouncing you expertly.

And then you felt it.

Jungkook’s cock sliding up your back, his balls resting on the top of your ass.

“J-Jungkook, it’s t-too much…” you gasped, “I-I can’t…”

“You can,” Jungkook whispered, humping your back, breath tight. “Just for us, you can, my love. I know you can.”

Jungkook was actually crazy. You thought just him alone was wild. Pair that with Yoongi’s dick shoved so far inside you and the nipple vibrators – you were losing your mind, head lolling as Jungkook sucked in a tight breath, rubbing the head of his cock hard and fast against your back. He lifted one of his hands off your hip to press his cock down against your back, smearing pre-cum everywhere. Slick, wet slapping sounds mixed with your moans, amplified by the vibrations on your nipples.

“F-fuck, I’m going to…”

“Hold on, Yoongi, please,” Jungkook begged, throwing his head back. “Please, I’m so fucking close.”

“Easy for y-you to say,” Yoongi gasped, clutching the sheets so hard his knuckles were white. “I’m the one inside her pussy.”

A choked wail tore through you, the multiple sensations too much as you came again, all over Yoongi’s cock, eyelids fluttering. You felt Jungkook’s grip tighten and he moaned out his release, shooting cum up your back. Yoongi pushed his head back into the pillows and groaned, cock jerking against your walls as he spurted into the condom, breathlessly calling out your name.

Jungkook grabbed the remote and turned off the nipple vibrators, finally giving you some rest. You flopped down on top of Yoongi, exhausted, fingers laced with his. He was panting hard, making you rise and fall with his chest.

The doorbell rang.

All three of you popped your heads towards the direction of the front door.

“Oh shit.” Jungkook’s eyes were wide. “The pizza.”

You frowned. “They wouldn’t ring the doorbell.”

Jungkook climbed off you, grabbing his sweatpants. Oh, great. Yes, just left his cum sprayed all over your back, especially when you were drained of energy. Yoongi let go of your hands gently.

“Let me get a towel,” Yoongi chuckled, disturbing you greatly as he slid out from under you.

-

Jungkook burst the door open, shirtless, black sweatpants low slung on his hips, tattooed arm extended with his right hand on the knob. A shorter man stood behind the door, recoiling quickly, as if he didn’t have his ear pressed against the door seconds before. His face was flushed pink, full lips trembling. He was in the pizza delivery boy uniform.

His name tag read “Park Jimin”.

“Ah, u-uh,” Jimin stuttered at Jungkook’s surprised expression. “We ran out of sweet potato, so we threw in an extra pizza. I-is that okay?”

“Oh!” Jungkook pouted as he took the pizzas. “Oh, that’s fine. We’ll get it next time.”

Jimin bowed deeply. “Sorry for the trouble! Thank you!”

And he ran.

Jungkook stood in the door, cradling the warm pizza, blinking at the swift exit.

“Uh… cool.”

--

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[fruitcoops]

hi! i was wondering if you could do couples play truth or drink with coops and o’knutzy? i wouldn’t mind it being spicy :))

This is VERY spicy, so please be aware of that before you go in. Coops and O’Knutzy belong to @lumosinlove!

TW for many mentions of sex and alcohol

Sirius was warm, a little tipsy, and perfectly content. The carpet was soft under his palms and Remus was cuddled happily against his side from their spot on the floor; across from him, Logan was sitting in Leo’s lap with his legs over Finn’s, whose Spotify ‘gaylist’ played from the speakers. Their cheeks were all a little pink from alcohol and Sirius was glad they were staying the night instead of driving home.

“Okay, okay, new game,” Leo laughed as they gathered the last of the Scrabble pieces. The five of them had made it through a whole fifteen minutes before Remus and Finn began arguing about symbolism in Great Expectations, while Sirius sat on the sidelines deeply regretting his choice to build ‘mansion’ for a triple-word score. Twenty points really wasn’t worth the near-fistfight.

“It’s time,” Logan singsonged as he took the truth or drink cards off the coffee table, which had been pushed aside to make room for their game board. “The rules for this are a little different. Do you have alcohol?”

Sirius scoffed. “Of course we have alcohol, we’re adults.”

“Other than wine.”

“Mon dieu,” he muttered, rolling his eyes as he got to his feet and walked back into the kitchen. He returned a few moments later with a bottle of cheap whiskey he had been given on his birthday and set it in the middle of their circle, along with five glasses. “There.”

“Before we start, let’s make an agreement that whatever we say stays in this room, alright?” Finn held his hand out, palm down, and they stacked theirs on top. “No cameras, no holding back.”

“Deal. Who goes first?”

“Alright, so with the group game, there’s one judge each round,” Logan explained as he took a few cards out and put them face down. “Every card has two questions and the judge decides who asks who. They give the card to the person with the best answer, and whoever has the most cards at the end wins. Ready?”

“Let’s do it.”

Finn drew a card. “Okay, I want Remus to ask Leo the first one, and Leo asks Remus the second one.”

“Have you ever walked in on your parents?” Remus asked.

Leo groaned. “Yeah.”

“Not Eloise and Wyatt!”

“Yes, Eloise and Wyatt. Scarred me for life, that’s for sure.” Leo shuddered and took the card, immediately grinning. “This is a good one. What’s your most embarrassing sex moment?”

“I really want to drink.”

“You can’t chicken out this early!”

“Ugh, fine.” Remus ran a hand down his face, which was faintly red. “Um, it was after my first game with the Lions and I tried to ride and…” He sighed. “My legs were too tired to actually sit up.”

“No,” Finn gasped, looking like a kid on Christmas morning. “You couldn’t even get up?”

“I could get up, I just couldn’t move.” Remus tucked his knees under himself. “Like, I got to here and it was fine, but there was nothing left.”

Sirius snickered. “Almost broke my sternum trying, though.”

All three cubs burst out laughing. “This one goes to Loops,” Finn managed after a moment, wiping a tear from his eye as he handed the card over. “Oh, shit, that’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard. Leo, you’re up.”

“Okay…I want Cap to ask Logan the first one, and vice versa.”

Any higher power, give me strength. “What’s your favorite position, Tremzy?”

Logan grinned cheekily. “Middle.”

“Didn’t need to know that.”

“Too bad. When was the last time you had sex?”

“It would have been three and a half hours ago if your boyfriend didn’t insist on being early to everything.”

“I knew it!” Finn practically shouted. “I told you two they were fucking.”

“Did you bet on that?” Remus asked, incredulous. “Oh my god!”

“It was less of a bet and more of an assumption,” Leo corrected. “Cap, answer the question.”

“Last night.”

“That’s a lame-ass answer and I’m giving the card to Lo.”

“Bias,” he coughed, earning himself three different smacks to the shoulders. “Rude.”

“My turn!” Logan reached over for a new card. “Loops, ask Finn the first one, and Finn, ask Loops the second.”

Remus cleared his throat, took a second to laugh, and then read. “Name the person here you think I should hook up with.”

Finn snorted. “Aside from your actual fiancé?” They both turned to Logan, who shrugged. “Alright, which one of my boyfriends am I willing to hand over for a night? I feel like you’d object to sleeping with Lo because he’s basically Sirius’ brother. You and Leo are close already, which means it wouldn’t be all that awkward. Honestly, when it comes down it, I’d tap that.”

“Oh, you think you’re doing the tapping?” Remus raised an eyebrow and Finn glanced at Sirius, who grinned. “That’s cute. My turn, Harzy, hand it over.”

Finn obliged, shocked into silence while Leo and Logan cackled next to him. “Are you really surprised?” Sirius asked.

“I mean, a little.”

“Shush, you two. Finn, have you ever done anything sexual on camera?”

“Does Snapchat count?”

“Yes.”

“Then yes. Multiple times.”

The five of them looked to Logan, who shook his head. “I’m going to have to give it to Loops, who is apparently a top, much to everyone’s surprise. Sorry, mon rouge.”

“To clarify, I’m a switch,” Remus said as he added the card to his pile. “Let’s not get too hasty here.”

Sirius took a card off the stack and scanned the two questions. “Logan, ask Leo the first one, and vice versa.”

“Oh, this should be interesting. Knutty, who here do you most want to hook up with?”

“Just one?” Leo looked over to Sirius who nodded. “Fuck, I don’t know. I can’t choose!”

“Are you going to drink?” Sirius asked. “That means you lose the card by default.”

“Yeah, I’m not going to choose between my boyfriends.” He downed the shot and reached for the card. “Have you ever had an awkward sex dream? Was anyone here involved?”

“Fuck,” Logan muttered. “Yes, I have had so many awkward sex dreams and several of them involved people in this room.”

“Aw, Tremzy, I’m flattered,” Remus teased, taking a sip of his water as Logan stretched a leg out to kick him in the thigh. “Do I get to be the judge now, seeing as you won by default?”

“Get me some cards, Loops!” Finn said.

“Sirius, ask Finn question one and Finn, ask him question two.” Remus kissed Sirius on the cheek as he handed him the card.

“Harzy, what’s the sexy nickname they’ll give you in the old folks’ home? You have no idea how bad I want to know this.”

Finn winked. “Big Red.”

“That is the shittiest nickname ever. Do better.”

“Ugh, fine. Hmmm…” He hummed along to the playlist while he thought, and Sirius couldn’t help but bop a bit as well. Sue him, Gloria Gaynor was catchy. “My nickname in the nursing home is going to be Harzy because that’s already sexy. Hand it over, Cap. What’s a sexual thing you tried, but just couldn’t get into?”

“Having sex with women.” The entire group burst out laughing at that, and it took a solid minute for everyone to calm down enough to continue. “It’s true! They were all very nice and lovely, but it wasn’t quite right. Alright, Re, who won?”

“You did,” Remus laughed. “By a landslide, holy fuck. Batter up, Harz.”

“Ha! Everyone has to answer this one except me. What’s the sex skill you’re most proud of?”

“Do we just go around the circle?” Leo asked. Finn nodded and he tilted his head. “Hmm. I’m really flexible.”

“Damn right you are,” Logan grinned. “I’m most proud of my riding ability.”

Sirius did not miss the flush that came to both Finn and Leo’s faces at that. “Easy, boys. I think I’m a really good kisser.”

“That’s not a sex skill!” Finn protested. “Everyone can kiss.”

Remus huffed a laugh. “Not like he can, trust me. Um, I give top-notch blowjobs.”

Finn looked between the four of them, deep in thought. “I hate having to choose between my boyfriends.”

“You know there are two other people here, right?” Sirius asked drily.

“Yeah, but I don’t have to go home with you tomorrow and neither of you are in direct control of whether or not I get laid. I think I have to go with Logan on this one. Peanut, I am grateful for your flexibility every single day, but it’s not a specifically sexual talent.”

“We’ll see if you get to experience it ever again,” Leo scoffed, flicking him on the ribs playfully. “My turn. Logan, ask Finn the first one.”

“Okay, baby, what did you get in major trouble for as a kid?”

“Oh, that’s tough.” Finn absentmindedly ran his hand through Logan’s hair. “There was one time when I told Alex I was going for a bike ride, but he didn’t tell my parents and they thought I’d been kidnapped. Got grounded for a month after that.”

“Even though you told your brother?”

“Mhmm. Oh, I hate the way this is worded. Tell us about a time a fluid got on you during sexy times.”

Logan snorted. “Do you remember the day we found out I was allergic to dust?”

Both Leo and Finn started laughing, but Sirius shared a bewildered look with Remus, who shrugged. “Spill it, Tremz, we weren’t there.”

“D’accord, we had forgotten to clean the apartment after a roadie, so it was pretty dusty. I went down on Leo and then pulled off to sneeze right as he came, and it got in my eye.”

Sirius winced at the thought and Remus hissed in sympathy. “Yikes.”

“After we finished rinsing my eye out, we dusted the whole place and now we vacuum at least once a week.”

“Logan is the winner for this round because I still feel bad about that,” Leo said as he handed the card over. “I have never felt so guilty for coming. Lo, you’re the judge now.”

“Since the questions stayed within the triad last round, I’m going to be nice and give you two a chance to catch up,” he teased. “Cap, read Loops the first one.”

“Alright, sweetheart, what’s the strangest place you’ve had sex?”

“I don’t think a lot of people can say they’ve fucked at the rink.”

“Yeah, um, how often did that happen?” Leo interrupted, making a time out motion. “Because I thought it was maybe twice and I’m a little worried about sitting on that table now.”

Sirius winked. “Pre-game rituals, Knutty. At least once a week.”

“The Habs PT room was also interesting,” Remus mused. “They had a very heavy door, which was nice. Okay, gimme. What was your best orgasm?”

“When I wore your jersey,” Sirius answered without hesitating. “No contest. Logan, who won?”

He blinked twice before responding. “Sorry, I’m still stuck on the fact that you got off in the Habs PT room. I think this one goes to Loops.”

Sirius sighed and picked a new card. “These are incredibly similar. Um, Re and Leo.”

Remus took the card and snuggled up against his side as he read. “Leo, how much money would a voyeuristic billionaire have to pay us to have sex in his velvet blimp? That is so specific, what the hell?”

“There are two parts to my answer,” Leo said. “Number one: it would take very little actual money to get me to have sex with you if I wasn’t head over heels in love and you weren’t engaged. Number two: a hundred million dollars.”

“What?”

“He’s a billionaire! That’s nothing to him! Think of another time when you’d be allowed to fuck in a velvet blimp and get paid obscene amounts of money, Loops. I’ll wait.”

“Good point.”

“My turn. What would we do on our first date?”

“Hmm. I’m getting, like, coffee shop and bookstore vibes.” Remus paused. “Wait, we literally did that last weekend.”

“By that metric, we’re basically already dating,” Leo laughed. “Cap, who won?”

“Sorry, honey, but Leo put a lot of thought into his answer.” Sirius slid the card across the floor and Leo kissed it in victory.

Remus shook his head and drew a card. “You’re sleeping on the couch tonight. Finn, ask my traitor fiancé the first one and vice versa.”

“I’m getting punished for being fair?”

“We’re in this to win, baby.”

“Ask away, Harz.”

“How are we wrong for each other romantically? Ooo, can I answer this after you?”

“Sure. Where do I start?” Sirius laughed. “First we have the weird power imbalance if we’re still on the same team, then there’s the part where I’m super introverted and you’re painfully social, and finally you’re poly and I’m not.”

“I was going to say you’re not as kinky as me.”

Remus, who had been taking a drink of water, choked and nearly did a spit take. “Double check that before you commit,” he coughed.

Finn’s eyes widened. “Really? Again? I thought you guys were the wholesome vanilla couple!”

“Oh, honey, no,” Leo said, patting him on the arm. “Kasey made the same mistake.”

Sirius took the card from him. “This is easy. Have you ever had a threesome?”

“Take a wild guess.”

“Sirius wins that one,” Remus said. At Finn’s betrayed look, he shrugged. “Sorry, I don’t make the rules.”

“You’re literally the judge.”

“You are now, actually. The round ended.”

Finn rolled his eyes and took a card. “Loops and Logan, give it a go.”

“Loops, if we were on a desert island together, would we become lovers?” Logan batted his eyelashes and Remus laughed.

“Is anyone else there?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Sure, why not. You’re cute.” He paused and made a face. “Now that I think about it, that would be a lot like fucking Regulus and I don’t know how I feel about that.”

Sirius turned to look at him. “I hope you feel oh god, please no about that.”

“It’s a desert island!”

“Maps exist! We’ll find you!”

“Hand over the card before this gets ugly, Tremz.” Remus made a low oof noise as Sirius dragged him into his lap and placed a loud kiss to the side of his neck. “Thank you, baby. Describe the first time you had sex, including every cringey detail.”

Logan put his face in his hands. “I was a junior in high school and it happened in her parents’ basement. The school gave out free condoms—”

“You had sex with a school condom?” Remus grimaced. “I guess it’s better than nothing.”

“Yeah. Anyway, I had been crushing on her for a while, but she panicked as soon as her shirt came off and told me she was a lesbian, and that I looked exactly like the girl she was in love with.”

“No.”

“Yeah. It was so awkward. I gave her a hug and then we went and got ice cream.”

The room was quiet for a moment. “Damn,” Leo said with a low whistle at last as Remus passed the card to Logan. “Good for her, I guess?”

“I mean, she was dating the girl by the end of the year. Gay rights?”

“Gay rights,” the rest of them said in unison, breaking down into laughter as Leo took the last card.

“Bummer, everyone gets to answer this except me. Expose one of your kinks or take a shot, and you can’t repeat one that’s already been said. Nobody wins this card at the end of the round.”

“I am not opposed to a little bit of manhandling,” Logan said with a sly look at Leo.

Sirius eyed the shot glass in the middle of the circle, then decided against it. There was no way he would give up a chance to beat the cubs at this game. “Getting tied up.”

Remus gave him a surprised look. “I thought you’d take a shot.”

“Not this late in the game. Your turn.”

“Hmmm.” Remus bit his lip. “Praise kink.”

“Aw, man, that was mine!” Finn protested. Remus gave him a high five. “I guess I have to go with voyeurism, then. Whew, wasn’t expecting to say that out loud tonight.”

“Is that it? That was the last one?” Strangely, Sirius was a little disappointed. Despite the insanely invasive sex questions, it was fun to trade stories with the cubs.

“Yep. Count your cards, everyone.”

“I don’t have any.” Finn pouted.

Leo held up his single card. “Thank God for the velvet blimp.”

Sirius had two, and Remus shuffled his three. Across the circle, Logan was sitting pretty on five cards. “I win,” he said with a smug smile.

“Way to go, Tremzy.” Sirius reached over for a fist bump, doing his best not to jostle Remus. “I mean, it must have been nice having both your boyfriends here to give you cards.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Logan tossed his cards at Sirius, who grabbed a pillow off the sofa behind them and whacked him on the side of the head with it. “Oh, you’re going down.”

In the ensuing chaos, the truth or drink box and Logan’s winning cards were forgotten. None of them really cared, though; they had a pillow fight to win.

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It’s a Deal (Chapter 6)

Chapter Summary: It’s time for the anticipated party.  

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 3.1k

Warnings boytoy!Bucky, mention to casual sex, open relationship, someone catching feelings.

A/N: No smut in this one… Thank you to my sweet Les for having my back. The link to my masterlist, where you can find the other chapters, is on my description. Feedback is highly appreciated.

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Bucky takes a sip from the whiskey in his hand and, for a glimpse of a moment, he thinks of the time he would absolutely hate the scenario around him right now, crowded with people of all imaginable sorts, loud chattering and music, dance floors flashing with bright and colorful lights. A party, but not just a party, a Tony Stark Party, filled with all of that and also the best food in the country and even better drinks. He used to loath them, until he freed himself from his own mind restraints and remembered what a party really was: an opportunity to let yourself lose, follow no rules except to have fun and, of course, meet some nice people, especially women – lots of them- to spend time with… in his bed. 

What had never crossed his mind, though, is that would come a day when he would be interested in meeting just one. And he holds his gaze on her right now. She’s there, among the sea of bodies, sipping from her drink while laughing and talking with her friends, Nat and Sharon.

Bucky can’t help the smile forming on his lips at the sight of her having her fun. As she should be…that party is all for her, after all. She looks beautiful, as usual, in a shimmery short dress and heels high enough to make a desert of his mouth. But it’s that loose laugh of hers, when her head falls a bit backwards as her shoulders shake and she puts her hand over her stomach, that makes his heart flutter inside his chest… He doesn’t even notice when his smile turns into a shuddering sigh.

He clears his throat before taking a long taste of his whiskey, hoping the strong liquor down his throat would help to put himself together. This is getting ridiculous… He needs to figure out what this huddle of… strange feelings growing inside him every time he sees or even thinks of her means… He needs to figure that shit out soon. 

“Well, well, well.”

Steve’s voice grasps his attention as his eyes advert from her to meet his friend walking closer to him.

“What’s up, punk?” Bucky doesn’t even know why but he immediately hates that little teasing smile on Steve’s face, he decides to ignore it, though.

“That’s one vision I’m not really used to. Bucky Barnes drinking all alone at a party. Where’s the mini harem that it’s usually seen surrounding you at such events?” Steve asks, not trying to disguise the playful sarcasm in his words.

“Night is only beginning, pal,” Bucky answers, putting on a cocky smile and tapping on Steve’s shoulder, using a bit more strength than usual.

“Yeah, sure,” Steve chuckles, not thoroughly convincedby the excuse, “You know, ever since Nat and I came back from the mission, I’ve been hearing some interesting speculations from some members of the team who stayed here…”

“Do I wanna hear it?” Bucky cocks an eyebrow.

Steve hums, “The word is out you’re just not the same anymore,” he shrugs and sips from his drink, peeking Bucky from under his eyelashes.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

 “They don’t see the usual parade of women coming and going from your apartment. Sam says there’s been one mysterious lady, though… but none of them seem to guess who.” With no hint of subtleness in him and with a teasing smirk on his lips, Steve turns his gaze to her direction across the room.

“Jesus…” Bucky huffs, shaking his head before drinking from his whiskey, “Fucking all mighty Avengers… Don’t you all have a World or two to save instead of gossiping about my private life?”

“Which was never really that private, let us be honest.”  Steve laughs.

Bucky can’t help but to let out a small laugh, too, shrugging at the incontestability of the statement. He was never one to be much discreet about his shenanigans.

“What is that exactly?” Steve insists, nodding his head in her direction, where she still talks animatedly with her friends, “I didn’t know you were, ahm, close friends with Y/n from the tech department.”

“Didn’t you walk in on us the other day?” Bucky puts on a mocking frown at him, “Do you need me to reenact it for you, pal? You know I would have no problem with that, but we’re gonna have to ask her-“

“You’re such a jerk,” Steve cuts him off, his cheeks already showing a shade of pink at the memory, “And don’t you think I didn’t notice that little stunt on movie night, too,” he adds in a chastising way, but the scowl quick breaks into a smile when Bucky laughs, “You know what I’m talking about, you’re Bucky, you love ladies, as in plural, you have loved them ever since you were a kid in the 30’s, I have to admit you’ve always been respectful in your own way, but you were never been a guy to settle for just one for longer than a night or two…” Steve follows Bucky’s gaze, which has automatically navigated towards her. He lets out a knowing hum before speaking again, “But I guess your path just hadn’t crossed with hers, yet…”

Bucky looks back at Steve, whose eyes are gleaming with something like excitement. Bucky doesn’t know exactly how the words sink into him, but he feels like he can’t just disagree, not if he’s going to be completely honest. Never has he felt the need to be with only one woman for that amount of time until… until her.  

“I mean,” Steve continues after no answer from Bucky, “I think it’s great, it was about time for you to find someone-“

 “Don’t go imagining unrealistic scenarios on your romantic little head, Punk. My name is not Steve Rogers to get off on,” a grimace twists Bucky’s face as he speaks, “Love, attachment… or any tacky sort of shit you’re into.”

Steve opens his mouth as if he were to say something, but lets out a frustrated sigh instead, pressing his lips into a taut line.  

“No, seriously, pal,” Bucky continues, in a less snapping tone, “Our, ahm, friendship is based exclusively on what you’ve seen and heard so far,” he smirks, “Sex. She had just gotten out of a long relationship and needed to get off, Nat thought of me - of course -introduced my dick to her pussy, they’ve become best of friends and here we are now,” he holds back a laugh, knowing damn well how the vulgar choice of words would make Steve’s 40’s little brain short-circuit, being the precise reason why he chose to put it that way.  

“Alright, alright, you’re just messing with me now,” Steve seems in a hurry to make his friend stop talking.

Bucky lets out the laugh he was holding and punches his friend’s shoulder, gaining a dirty look in response before resuming, “I mean… It’s nothing like you’re insinuating, she’s great and we’ve been having fun, that’s all,” Bucky adds as his gaze falls upon her again. Yeah… she’s great. And beautiful, sexy, funny, smart, kind- clearing his throat to dismiss his own betraying line of thoughts, he turns back to his friend.

“If you say so.” A small smile curls Steve’s lips, showing he’s anything but convinced. 

Goddammit, he does have a lot to figure out.  

~~~

“I knew something was up, Bucky never stays for movie nights.” Tears fill Sharon’s eyes from how hard she’s been laughing.

“I felt like a horny teenager in my parents’ home,” you resume the story you’ve been entertaining Sharon and Nat with, “Not that my teen years were that exciting,” you add with a grimace, “Far from it exactly, I was a tech nerd since I was eight, not really something that rocks teen boys’ worlds.” Bucky seems to really dig it, though, is the immediate thought that pops into your mind, but you see no reason why you should say it out loud.

“Well, it did bring you far enough,” Nat winks at you, moving her glass around the party being held to celebrate you to emphasize her point.

“Damn right,” Sharon agrees, raising her glass, which you and Nat quickly follow in a cheerful toast.

You can’t shake the smile of your lips. You wouldn’t go as far as to connect the events, but after your breakup with Eddie, it seems like you’re living another life. A new and more exciting life, both personally and professionally… That’s why it shouldn’t bother you so much that you still haven’t seen him. He said he would be there after you called to tell the news and invite him to come. But it does bother you to casually look around the party and not spotting him…

“So, it’s been like a month since this deal of yours started, right?” Nat asks, catching your attention after gulping from her customary vodka.

“Yeah,” your eyebrows furrow as you nod, “Sounds about right… and what a month, holy shitballs…” You round your eyes, letting out a puff.

“Care to share more details?” Sharon asks, wiggling her eyebrows.  

“Well…” You quickly survey the area around you and sneakily lean closer to them as they mimic you, “I had no idea what my body could do, I mean, I’ve been in positions I’ve never thought were humanly possible to perform, there’s not a day I don’t feel sore on every little inch of me, it’s a constant state by now,” you add, and the grin on your face tells how little the soreness really bothers you.

“Super soldiers…” Sharon smirks and winks before clinking her glass of champagne with yours.  

As Nat chuckles, you let out a giggle, “Yeah, I mean, my poor pussy hasn’t seen that much action her entire life.”

Nat’s jaw drops as she scoffs and turns to Sharon, “Check this out… this woman wouldn’t even say the word “sex” without choking before,” she points at you and you shrug, keeping the smile on your face. 

“That’s the Barnes effect,” Sharon comments, before turning to you, ”But wait a minute, how often you two have been keeping this encounters up?”

You take a second to think about it before answering, “Almost daily, I guess. When I don’t call him, he ends up calling me and so we go.”

“Really?” Nat asks and when you give her the confirmation, her brows snap together as a wondering “huh” slips out of her lips.   

She seems surprised by the fact you’re seeing Bucky practically every day, but you think nothing of it, “I’m sending you a whole box of this vodka you like so much, by the way.” You point at her glass, “You deserve it. I was just waiting for you to come back from that long ass mission of yours.”

He expression shifts to an amused one, “Oh, well, cheers to that,” she says before gulping down the rest of the liquid in her glass.  

“But let me ask you something,” Sharon cuts in, “You’ve been seeing him almost daily, having amazing sex with the Adonis we all have to agree Bucky is…” she looks at Natasha for support, who just nonchalantly shrugs her agreement, before turning back to you, “Don’t you think it can become a bit complicated? In the feelings area, I mean, Bucky can be pretty charming, but when it comes to commitment, well-” She tilts her head as a hint of concern is present on her voice.

Nat too focuses on you, interested in what you have as an answer.

You snort and waves dismissively at their concern, “No way. Don’t worry, you two. Neither of us are looking for such a thing. It is what it is: just sex. Bucky is amazing, I don’t think I would be able to have that sort of relationship with anyone other than him. He’s so relaxed and laid back, no games… he’s pretty clear with his intentions, which is no romance at all and that’s exactly what I need right now. We both want the exact same thing, that’s pretty clear ever since we set this deal and it’s not going to change,” you say with tranquility and firmness in your words.

“Are you sure?” Nat insists, giving you that look you know it’s all about her making sure you’re ok. “This whole idea came from me but I know Bucky for a long time, I know he’s not one to do feelings, but I’ve been worried about how you would take it.”

“Absolutely…” you guarantee “And to be honest, I know I need to work on it, I do, but when I think about a relationship, I mean, a conventional relationship, I still think of Eddie… I feel like I’m still too caught up on him to think of anyone else that way,” You shrug, pressing your lips in a line, “Bucky’s being really important to help me get through it all, though, I have to admit it.”

“Well… I’m glad.” Nat gives you a sympathetic smile, brushing a hand on your arm.

“Alright… I guess you have a boytoy, then, huh?” Sharon teases.

You laugh, before conceding with a nod, “Yeah, I guess I do.”

“Speaking of the devil,” Nat says in a quiet mumble and nods to behind your shoulder.  

Before you have the chance to turn around you hear his voice. That deep and raspy voice that usually makes your skin burn and tonight is no different, “Well, well, if it isn’t the power trio… Am I the devil by any chance?” Bucky steps beside you, narrowing his eyes at Natasha, before shooting you that captivating smile of his, the one that prompts a smile of yours to swiftly twist your lips too, “Hi,” he says softly.

“Hi,” you answer, seizing the moment to take him over. He looks absolutely ravishing with his styled fluff hair, light scruff shadowing his jaw and beautiful eyes stuck on you, wearing an untied blue suit over a casual white t-shirt that not every man could make it work. Sharon was damn right, Bucky really is charming… too charming for his own good.

“So, talking about me, ladies?” He insists, tilting his head and focusing a piercing gaze on you, despite addressing  all three.  

There’s something about him… you just can’t stop smiling at his presence and, even worse, don’t seem to be able to tell a lie, not even an innocent one to save your ass, so you decide to take a sip of your champagne and leave it to your friends to answer the question. You guess boytoy can’t be worse than “human dildo”, like you called him before, but that has been just between you two...

“Yeah, yeah,” Sharon is the one to step in, holding back a laugh just like you, as Natasha, ever a pro, sustains a perfect poker face, “I haven’t seen Steve, yet and I was wondering if he would be with you.”

If you’ve seen a flicker of disappointment in his eyes it quickly vanishes as he turns to Sharon, “Oh, yeah, he was. Look, there he is by the bar,” Bucky points, “And you might wanna check the amount of Asgardian Liquor is being sneaked to him, the guy is already talking nonsense.”

“Oooo, Asgardian Liquor Steve is the best, I give twenty minutes before he starts summoning Mjölnir from wherever Thor is now,” Sharon’s face twinkles with excitement, “See you guys later,” she adds before rushing towards the bar and her boyfriend.

As a girl from the staff comes along and refills Nat’s glass with her special vodka, Bucky looks back at you. You smile at him but soon frowns a bit. There’s something different in the way he’s looking at you and you can’t just pinpoint what it is. There’s always sheer hunger in his gazes for you that makes your spine tremble, but tonight… there’s something a bit more… introspective in it, maybe?

“So, enjoying your night?” he asks.

You brush your thoughts away to answer, “Oh, shit, yeah… This is unbelievable. I was never one to party that much, but I could get used to this.” You sign with your glass around, still marveled by the over the top event being held in your name. “Tony is out of this world.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s true, though,” Natasha comments with an exaggerated eye roll.

You chuckle before a sight behind Bucky’s shoulders catches your eye.

“Hey, I-“ Bucky starts.

“He’s here,” cutting out whatever Bucky was gonna say to you, your voice comes out in a gasp as your hands run cold and your heart races.

“Who? Tony?” Bucky asks with a grin, turning his face towards the direction you’re staring at with startled eyes.  

“Eddie,” Nat is the one who answers, pointing at the man standing alone by the entrance, seeming a little lost as he glances around.

Not you nor Natasha sees when the smile on Bucky’s face falls. When he looks back around, though, he already has a lighthearted expression put on for you.

“I should go talk to him, right?” You check, shifting looks from him to Nat. As she just shrugs, curling the corner of her lips down - and by that, expressing exactly what she thinks -  you appeal to Bucky, focusing pleading eyes on him. Deep down, you know what you wanna do, but for some reason, just needs someone to back you up. 

“Yeah-“ he clears his throat, “I mean, you invited him, haven’t you?” He tightens his lips at an attempt of a smile.

“You’re right.” You nod, biting your lips nervously and looking straight ahead,  “See you guys later.” You wave, after taking one or two deep breaths.

Your shoulder brushes against Bucky as you walk past him and he turns his body around, following you with his gaze. He takes a long sip of his drink and places a hand inside his pocket, watching as you approach your ex-boyfriend.   

He tries hard to bury deep down inside him the tug on his chest.

“Oh, fuck…”

Natasha’s curse reminds him she’s still right there and he realizes she’s been watching him, with a dumbfounded expression he’s not used to seeing on her face.

He lets out a deep breath, “What?” 

Natasha scoffs and shakes her head, seeming in a state of disbelief, “This whole time I’d been worried about the wrong person.”

~~~

To be continued.

[falcqns]

Lights Up

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: It was just a sex scene, until it wasn't.

Warnings: SMUT! 

A/N: I based this on a dream I had, and this interview with Henry on The Graham Norton Show. It’s also based on the movie mentioned in Sunflower Vol. 6, which is a book I’m currently writing! Hope you enjoy!

What do you mean? I'm sorry by the way

For most actors, sex scenes were inevitable. They weren't fun, they weren't comfortable, and no one enjoyed them.

You had done several tv shows and movies, and you had managed to avoid them, so far. That was, until you were cast as Laureina Russell.

You knew that the movie would have a sex scene, you did write the book, A Splintered Star after all. But you didn't know at the time of writing the sex scene that you’d have to act out said sex scene.

I'm never coming back down Can't you see?

Chris was looking much less nervous than you when you arrived on set. Of course he did, he had done this type of thing before.

“Hey, you nervous?” He asked, as he walked up to you. 

You smiled. “Is it that noticeable?”

He brushed a stray hair out of your eyes. “Yeah, a little. But, you're an amazing actress, and I’ve seen you in action. You’ll be fine.” He reassured you, and you nodded.

I could, but wouldn't stay I wouldn't put it like that

Your heart rate sped up as the director announced that he wanted to get this done as quick as possible, another sign that no one liked filming these scenes.

You placed your phone on your chair, and took your place next to the desk that was placed in the middle of the room.

Luckily, you didn’t have to be naked. Being naked in front of Chris Evans wasn’t exactly the top of your bucket list, at least not with multiple other people in the room.

You ran through your lines and the choreography in your head before the director yelled action, and Chris came barging through the “door”.

“What the hell are you doing, Frewyn?”

“Why’d you leave?” 

You turned away from him and faced the bed. “Because I’m not sure I want to fight for something I’ll never get back. I mean, my parents are dead, and I'm tired of sitting here and pretending that I’m okay with proving myself as  ‘their daughter’. It’s been three months, Frewyn, our deal was one. I’m tired, and I need to move on.” 

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him a little harder than he was supposed to, so you ended up crashing into his body. “I’m tired too, Laureina, but that doesn’t mean we get to stop fighting. As far as Cameron and I are concerned, you’ve proven yourself as your parent’s daughter al-”

“I SHOULDN’T HAVE TO PROVE ANYTHING!” You cut him off. Due to the close proximity of your bodies, and the volume that you delivered your line, Chris let go of you, and stumbled back slightly.

“You’ve torn me away from everything I know. My school, my work, my friends. You’ve taken me away from it all, and I don’t know how much longer I can take it. I want to go home.” 

You turned away from him, and you felt him grab your wrist. ‘Here it comes,’ You thought to yourself, as he pulled you around once more, and crashed his lips to yours.

What do you mean? I'm sorry by the way

You gripped his shirt, and he gripped your waist. 

You were pulled against his body, and you could have sworn he was hard, but before you could think about it too much, his hands came around your thighs, and you were lifted up and tossed on the bed.

He climbed on top of you, and you moved your hand to the from of his jeans. You fiddled with the zipper on the front of his jeans, but not actually undoing them, whirled he lifted up your dress, and situated his body in-between your legs.

His arms braced themselves on either side of your head, and his hips began to “thrust” against yours.

Even though you two were kissing, you took notice of how he would seemingly accidentally actually rub himself against you, before correcting his position.

I'm never coming around It'd be so sweet if things just stayed the same

You and Chris managed to finish the scene, and the director yelled cut.

He as well as everyone else on set, excluding you and Chris, moved towards the monitor to view it. You, however, turned your attention to Chris.

He was still above you, since the Director told you not to move, but he refused to name eye contact with you, and was very red in the face.

“Hey, look at me,” You coaxed, and he shook his head, his eyes fixed on the flower painting hanging on the wall beside the bed.

“What’s wrong?” You whispered, and you could see his resolve cracking before he turned to you.

“I’m so fucking turned on by you that this scene is literally torturing me,” He admitted, before turning his gaze back to the painting.

All the lights couldn't put out the dark Running through my heart

Suddenly, you were very aware of the way your heart was beating in your chest.

You thought about your options for a few moments, before deciding.

“Well,” You said. “I have something that may benefit the both of us,”

His gaze snapped to you. “What?”     

“We’re both covered, you know,” You gestured towards where he was situated between your legs. “Down there, so, let’s do it.”     

His eye brows wrinkled in confusion. “W-what do you mean?”

You smiled. “Lets, you know, have sex. They won't be able to tell,” You said, while rubbing yourself on him as subtly as you could ‘Oh yeah, he’s definitely hard,’  You thought to yourself.

His breath caught in his throat. “A-are you sure?” 

You nodded, and he let out a shaky breath, before reaching his hand that was facing away from everyone in between your bodies, and fished himself out of his jeans and underwear.

His hand slid from himself to your underwear, and tugged them aside.

His hand came back to grip his aching cock, and he ran it through your folds, before coming to rest at your entrance.

Lights up and they know who you are Know who you are

The director let you guys know that he wanted to run through the actual sex scene, not the dialogue.

Moments later, action was called, and Chris locked lips with you as he slid in, swallowing your moans.

He pulled out slowly, before pushing back in, and setting a quick pace.

He disconnected his lips to moan, and you did too. 

He dipped his head to your ear. “Feel so good, baby,” He groaned out. “Wanna fill you up so bad,”

You moaned in response, making it loud enough for the microphone to hear you.

He felt his high drawing near, and you did as well. However, just as you were about it hit it, the director yelled cut.

Chris withdrew himself from you and tucked himself back in his jeans in record time. He moved off of you seconds later when it was announced that they got the scene, and filming was done for the day.

Chris rushed off set moments later, without a word.

Step into the light (Shine) So bright sometimes (Shine) I'm not ever going back

You sighed in annoyance, and rushed after him. 

You walked into his trailer, and found him sitting on the couch, staring at his feet.

“Why’d you leave?” You asked, and he looked up at you.

“I shouldn't have gone through with that, I’m sorry.” You scoffed, and grabbed his hands, before straddling his lap. 

“Why?” You questioned, gripping his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you.

“I don’t want to ruin anything,” 

You chuckled before pressing your lips to his, and his hands gripped your hips.

You disconnected your lips from his. “You won't, unless you don’t fuck me right now.”

He growled at you before reaching in between your bodies once again to free himself. He wasted no time in pushing your panties aside once more, before sliding in. 

You went to move you hips, but Chris kept his grip on your hips tight. He speared up into you, unable to hold his moans back.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven baby,” He grunted out, and you cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders. “Wanted you like this for months. Bet you haven't been filled like this before right? Only me, who’s been this deep?” You cried out and nodded.

“Y-Yes! Only you!”

“Yeah only me, baby. This dripping pussy is all mine,” He managed to grunt out, before pushing you down against him, and cumming, you following seconds later.

What do you mean? I'm sorry by the way I'm never going back now It'd be so sweet if things just stayed the same

You collapsed against him, his fingers running up and down your spine.

“Holy shit,” You said.

He nodded above you, and pressed a kiss to your hair.

“Hell yeah,”

All the lights couldn't put out the dark Running through my heart Lights up and they know who you are Know who you are Do you know who you are?

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Hey I was wondering if you're still a fan of Helluva Boss and what you thought of the latest episode?

@megashadowdragon asked: have you watched helluva boss episode 6 which came out today ( if you were unaware) what are your thoughts

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It warms my heart to know you guys ask for my opinion ^^ now let's get down to business

WARNING THIS REVIEW WILL BE A NEGATIVE ONE WIT A HINT OF POSITIVITY THESE ARE MY THOUGHTS AND OPINIONS ON THE EPISODE YOU DONT HAVE TO AGREE WIT THEM BUT DONT WASTE MY TIME WIT YOUR NEED TO ATTACK ME FOR HAVING THOUGHTS OF MY OWN YOU HAVE BEEN WARN

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To answer both questions yes I still watch Helluva Boss however after their latest episode I think I will just stick to writing fanfiction about Blitz and Striker as well as stick to whatever content the fandom creates.

This episode if Imma be honest with you guys was not worth the wait, hell I was literally tempted to leave the episode as it just didn’t have my attention as the others.

The episode had some decent moments where I was chuckling a little but other than that I wasn’t that into it, to be honest the bad out weigh the good. 

Also I wanna add that a while ago I wrote how Vivzipop and her crew did not know how to handle complex characters or complex scenes and I was right, this show and their crew do not know how to handle mature topics without reducing them into a joke but we are getting ahead of ourselves so let’s start with the pros, the cons, and everything in between.

Let’s start of with the pros,

Loona knowing when Blitz was being serious was a nice touch, it showed that even if Loona acts like she doesn’t care about Blitz she actually pays attention to him and knows when he is being serious and when he is joking around.

Moxxie was the true MVP his interaction with the agents had me smiling as well enjoying his moments.

Blitz protecting Moxxie

STRIKER !!!! I am a simp for this imp and I’ll take whatever crumbs I can get to see him ^^

Verosika, Fitzorallia, love them, love them 

And that’s it...to be honest that’s it...like other than that that’s basically all that I like from that episode...

Now let’s get into the rest of this episode...

Okay was anyone other than me confused as to why they decided now was a good time to introduce the agents so late in the game?

Like at this point I am convinced that Vivizie and her crew are just winging it.

The agents were literally thrown in the show and it felt outta the blue, like I said it feels like Vivizie and her crew don’t know what they are doing and are just throwing things together like they could’ve given us hints that the agents were watching them, or give us a hint that they were being spied on, it didn’t even have to be big it could have just been small.

An example would be from my favorite book series Cirque Du Freak, in the first book Mr. Crepsely (a main character in the book) mentions something small that will become huge in later books, it was small but allowed the reader to be curious it gave the reader that something big was coming and we should be prepared.

Like I said it was a small hint but I left me curious and wanting to read more to find out more about what is going on.

Helluva boss didn’t do that it just threw this new idea and new characters without giving the others to grow.

If they gave us a hint that they were being watched it wouldn’t have felt like that idea came outta nowhere.

Also was I the only one that was uncomfortable with the way Blitz kept making jokes about the agent’s dead mom? I’m sorry but that was just wrong on soooo many levels.

Also with the truth serum thing...why did they use it if they weren’t even gonna get answers like again this came outta nowhere because the truth serum was supposed to make them speak the truth not look like they were tripping on acid. On less I missed something please let me now if I did.

Also to be honest the whole confession thing was once again treated like a joke, especially when Blitz asked Moxxie why he let Millie peg him, ummm...an emotional scene like that shouldn’t have jokes of any kind surrounding it, especially when it was supposed to be a heartfull moment.

Now Blitz ... okay Blitz and his vision was a little decent but I also didn’t like it.  A lot of people had their speculation especially with the Stolas scene but the more I look at it the more I see it as a bittersweet moment.

Revealing that he was afraid of intamacy wasn’t that big of a surprised since we already knew that like it was nice for conformation.

Okay now onto the Sto*itz moment in the song ... like I said this was bittersweet moment,

People interpet the scene as how Blitz is afraid to love Stolas others saw it as Blitz was still chained to Stolas and would only be free if he and Stolas talk it out and another mentioned how he was forever chained to Stolas and how toxic the relationship between the two is.

Honestly I viewed it as how Blitz will be forever trapped in situations like this were he is to afraid to love someone or love himself and unless he comes to terms with his own demons he’ll forever be trapped in an endless cycle of pain and misery.

Now onto why I think that that Vivizie and her crew can’t handle mature themes.

Two characters have just had a revelation about their relationship with one another and instead of being honest with each other it gets turned into a joke...again...

Moxxie told Blitz what he felt and Blitz told him he treats him like shit cause its tough love...da freak ??? You just had a moment where you realized you pushed everyone away because you were afraid to be alone so you rather push everyone away so you have an excuse to let them leave and instead of admitting to that you just tell Moxxie it was all tough love.

Not to mentioned that you’re giving compliments and than tell him your done because your out of compliments...again you had a huge revelation and instead of giving the characters time to digest what they went through you just toss it to the side. 

Another thing that pissed me off was how right after a huge moment you throw in a fight scene...I...why...just why ???

You had an emotional scene (that had no build up) but than throw it to the side for a fight scene that shouldn’t have been added at all.

Like the minute Millie and Loona saved them they should’ve opened up a portal and take them away not waste time on fighting only for them to get caught in the end.

Like I literally feel like they wasted all that time on animation than on writing and planning what they wanted from this.

Like again they had an emotional connection/scene and threw it to the side for some fight scenes which was a disappointment because had Loona and Millie saved them  and take them home Blitz could’ve had some major character development and the four of them could have a heartfelt scene admitting everything that bothers them and help them get closer. 

Nope, they decided to just throw a fight scene why I don’t know but it bothers me how they just tossed an emotional scene for some action scenes.

So yeah I am not happy with how that was handle at all.

Let’s also get to the Loona and Millie scenes...Millie crying for Moxxie once again made no sense as we never seen Millie care for Moxxie, hell she cares more for Blitz than Moxxie which is fucked up.

Hell when Moxxie was being critizied by her parents she didn’t do much to defend him hell Sally Mae was more honest with him than Millie.

Honestly Millie feels like she is being written by twenty different people who don’t know what they want from her.

And Loona, Loona could seriously be written outta the episode and nothing would changed.

Also they truly refused to let their characters grow seriously Moxxie was still treated like shit by Blitz in the end so yeah no character growth at all.

And now onto the last scene with Stolas and Blitz ... holy shit man Imma be honest with you guys Stolas asking for sex after saving them feels fucked up, to me it felt like the only reasons he saved the imps is so that he doesn’t get in trouble and for Blitz to reward him for saving them.

Again they could’ve had Stolas saving them and they could have had a heart to heart moment nope we had to toss all that emotional build up (if one can call it that) and toss it to the side for cheap jokes and a horny owl.

needless to say I was beyond disappointed with this episode and with the way they handle the “saddest” scene in the episode I am scared to see how they will handle the other scenes.

AGAIN I honestly don’t see why this episode took so long and I feel like Vivzie and her crew are more focus on the animation than anything else which sucks because this show has so much potential and it is being thrown to the side for pretty designs and shipping moments. 

Anywhore that’s my thought on this show let me know what you guys think ^^

~GoNEF out ^^