#also me: lets zayne smoke

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So I really liked the Duct Tape piece for Home is Where the Hurt Is, and I was wondering if you would be open to maybe doing another drabble with burns? I just think that Zayne would have fun with that. Of course, feel free to ignore this. Your writing is amazing! Especially Home is Where the Hurt Is, I just keep re-reading it over and over again.

Thanks so much <3 Here's to Zayne having fun 🤝

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Smoke break

“Didn’t you want to know more about that arson case the other day?”

The glee in Zayne’s voice hinted at something more than just sharing information and Jay’s guard instantly went up.

“I’m suddenly really okay with never fully understanding that case,” he said.

“Don’t be like that. Here, I’ll share the process with you.”

“No, really, I’m good—” But a hand clamped around his wrist and pulled him in close to Zayne. A pointed glance to the floor and he took a deep breath, taking the hint, to sink to his knees. Zayne followed, pulling up the footstool and settling over Jay, hand still wrapped around his wrist.

He pulled a cigarette from his pocket.

“You smoke?” Jay nervously deflected, stalling. He pretty much knew what was coming, but hey, he could still pray that he was wrong.

“Nah, I mean, in me teens, yeah, but not anymore.”

He tucked the cigarette between his lips and reached into his other pocket, fishing out a lighter.

Prayers unanswered, Jay tensed up.

Zayne flicked the lighter open – drawing a light flinch from Jay – and lit the cigarette. He fully inhaled, his own little way of stalling and making sure he had Jay’s full attention, then slowly blew out the smoke in Jay’s face.

Jay turned his head, coughing, not fully able to twist away with Zayne holding him. And with him still coughing, he was caught off-guard when Zayne suddenly pulled him in, stretching his arm out.

“See,” Zayne muttered, cigarette dangling between his lips bouncing on every word, and he reached out to Jay’s wrist to fiddle with the cuff button, “our mutual prick is very keen that no evidence is left behind.” He pulled the cuff up to Jay’s elbow, exposing his forearm, keeping Jay in place as the guy yanked at the tight grip on his wrist.

Jay nervously followed his moves, but found his attention kept being drawn to the cigarette, flickering in the corner of Zayne’s mouth.

“So I can’t just light anything on fire, police would be able to tell.” Zayne continued. He blew out another few curls of smoke through his nose, and caught the cigarette in-between two fingers, twirling it slowly so he held it upside down between index finger and thumb as he lowered it towards Jay’s forearm.

Muscles flexed under the heat.

“Don’t,” Jay whispered.

“How’s the burn on your side?”

“Still healing. Just… don’t.”

Zayne hummed, teasing the smouldering ash up and down, deciding on a spot. “The trick is to not be too hasty,” he finally said, and firmly pressed the cigarette out against Jay’s skin just under his elbow.

Jay hissed, clenched his teeth together and groaned his pain as he threw his head back.

Zayne didn’t pull away yet. “Gotta take it slow,” he continued, twisting the butt before he finally removed it. A dark red circle remained. “You know, check things out first. See what the employees smoke outside during their breaks and buy the same pack. Got to match up, yeah.”

He shifted closer towards Jay, pulling him in by the wrist, his other hand brushing his collar aside, undoing one button.

“Then you find a good spot…” Fingers tucked under the neck of his t-shirt, exploring the skin underneath, softly prodding. “And you create… circumstances. Patch of dry leaves, dead potted plant, some garbage, whatever works.”

Jay didn’t move, didn’t breathe. He just allowed Zayne’s teasing, pretty sure he’d be able to feel his heart hammering under the thumb that rested against his throat.

“After that,” Zayne reached into his pocket and took out three more cigarettes. “You just dispose of the evidence.”

“Maybe… you’ll still need some? You know, for next time?” Jay tried.

“Hmm, that suggestion would make you the instigator of arson, Jaydear. Can’t involve you in all this.” He pinched another cigarette in-between his lips, lit it, and tucked his fingers under Jay’s shirt, lightly pulling the neck down and exposing his clavicle.

“What you can do is help me get rid of this evidence.”

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[ln444]

my english love affair

cw: MDNI+18, f!reader, strangers to lovers, soulmates au, fluff, smut, maybe slight angst? depends on how you see it lol, fingering (f), penetration, soft dirty talk, a lot (like a lot) of kissing and sharing long gazes, whipped lando again bc im obsessed sorry.

now playing: english love affair by 5sos, let me by zayn.

notes: omg this took so long 😭 i'm not really confident abt my smut, i feel like i'm writing fluff way better but i hope you like it!! i might write a part 2, let me know if you like this one! enjoy🤍

requested by anon | requests open!

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“when the lights go out, she's all i ever think, i can't forget my english love affair, today i'm seven thousand miles away”

the thought of finally going back to his f1 driver life fills lando with excitement. sure, lando loves england — it's his home, after all. but nothing can compare to the rush he feels when he's in an f1 car, traveling all around the world and meeting his fans.

for his last night town, lando's friends convinced him to hit the club. normally, he prefers staying in to rest before the start of the season but a little fun doesn't hurts, right? he won't have much time to do it during the grand prix.

despite his fame, lando still gets surprised when someone recognizes him, especially at the club. he knows he's known for his looks, and he's aware of the attention from admirers, but it still catches him off guard in real life. sometimes, the attention can be overwhelming, especially when he just wants to have a good time with his friends and ends up with some overly clingy girls.

lando decides to excuse himself, seeking some fresh air. the pressure of the coming season is getting to him, and the situation doesn't help. he finds a quiet spot with a few people smoking and making out, leans against the wall, and closes his eyes for a moment, letting out a relieved sigh.

suddenly, a voice startles him from his thoughts, "did your friends force you to come here too?" his head jerks towards you, and you're standing beside him, out of nowhere. he takes time to answer, surprised by your unexpected presence. after realizing that he left you without any response, he clears his throat, a bit confused, "nah, just needed some fresh air" he mumbles, a small smile forming on his lips. you chuckle slightly, and comment "not surprised, having so many girls fawning over you must be exhausting", there's a small hint of tease in your voice that makes lando's smile grows.

finally, as he turns to study your features under the soft glow of the night lights, lando finds himself entranced by your captivating beauty, the grace of your features leaving an indelible impression on him. he can't help but get lost in your eyes shining in the dim illumination, making it difficult for him to look away. it takes him a good minute to quickly look away, thanking the night for hiding his rosé cheeks.

he gazes at the sky, trying to think of something to say that doesn't sound awkward — and also trying to get his shit together. he suddenly feels the need to make a good impression. "i mean, it's not that i don't appreciate the attention, but wow, they can be quite persistent."

his hands find their way into the pockets of his jacket, and his eyes avoid meeting yours, fearing he might get lost in them again. "yeah, i know. they're my friends," you say with a small chuckle, not because he's making fun of them, but more because of the use of the term 'friends.'

lando's eyes widen, and he turns to you, 'i'm sorry, i didn't mean to-' but he stops himself, looking down, feeling too embarrassed to find the right words. you laugh softly and move closer to him, your shoulders brushing and lando can feel his body tense up due to the closeness.

"hey, it's okay. i don't really consider them my friends, anyway," you say nonchalantly and lando lets out a sigh of relief, a smile slowly spreading on his face. "wow, that's nice for them", you both laugh and lando doesn't miss the way you subtly lean into him, your shoulders finally touching. he turns his head away from you, clearing his throat once more, trying to control the warmth spreading through his body.

"hey", you suddenly call out after a minute of tranquil silence and lando dares to meet your gaze, instantly regretting when he's captivated by your radiant eyes. he finds himself unable to look away and you both share an intense, unspoken connection, as if you've known each other for years. everything feels perfectly right at this moment.

"wanna get out of here?" you finally suggest, your words barely more than a whisper, your focus entirely on lando's mesmerizing eyes. you take his hand, both fitting perfectly like two puzzle pieces and you let him drag you in the dark streets.

after a walk filled with stolen gaze and silly conversations, you found yourself on lando's couch, engrossed in his f1 souvenirs and you have never felt so much passion, feeling your heart soften every time your see that sparkles in his eyes. lando never thought that his night will end up like this. sure, he might ended up with a girl from the club like he usually do, but this time was different. he never really experienced this; having sweet and innocent conversations with a stranger from a club. the atmosphere is tranquil yet there's a subtle tension in the air.

lando couldn't help but be his flirty self, playfully teasing you from time to time. however, your responses makes him somewhat nervous — it's a new sensation to him, having a girl making him feel this way. perhaps it's the way you gazes at him with patience and attention, your lovely smile that you share generously with him or how closely you listen to his random f1 stories. lando and you end up scrolling through photos in his phone, with him recounting the stories behind each one. he couldn't help but feel his heart melt your reactions; your smiles, your laughs, and your curiosity as you ask for more details and share your own anecdotes.

a soothing silence descended, and the two of you sit beside each other, thighs and shoulders lightly touching. lando struggles to contain the fluttering feeling in his stomach when you turn to look at him. he dares to meet your gaze, trying to focus on your eyes rather than your enticing lips. lost in each other eyes, you can't tear your gazes away. a brand new emotion envelops both of you, one that's strangely familiar yet undeniably unique, as though destiny has brought you together in this very moment and lando can't help but wonder if soulmates might actually exist.

you finally speak, after what feels like an eternity, in a soft voice, "you can kiss me, lando", you whisper like it's a secret. lando stomach tighten and he don't even take the time to answer, gently placing his hand on your cheek to pull you for a shy kiss. your lips discover each other, timidly and your hands instinctively slides around his neck to pull him closer.

you can't seem to get enough of each other, savoring every moment as you explore each other's mouths. lando's hand venture on your hips, and the chill of his touch sends shivers down your spine, as you suppress a soft moan in your throat. the kiss grows more intense, both of you yearning for more. without the need for words, you share an unspoken understanding of each other's needs, as if you've been intimately connected for ages. out of breath, you both finally pull away, foreheads touching, sharing a playful gaze, giggling and blushing like teenagers experiencing their very first kiss.

after one last sweet peck on the lips, lando takes your hand and stands, guiding you towards the bedroom, careful not to stumble due to both your impatience and the lingering dizziness of that passionate kiss.

not wasting time, he gently guides you onto the bed, positioning himself on top of you. he can't resist the urge to pause and admire you, your eyes shimmering in the soft glow of the dim lights. before he gets lost in that gaze, his eyes roam to study every detail of your face, causing you to blush and squirm beneath him. your arms tighten around his neck, and you chuckle, bringing lando back to the present. "like what you see?" you whisper, stealing a smile from him as he draws closer, his lips teasingly brushing against yours. "oh, absolutely," he murmurs before capturing your lips in a kiss. this time, it feels different; electrifying.

lando's hands slips, beneath your dress, and this time a whimper escapes your lips, making lando smirk through the kiss. his hands dares to explore the skin of your thighs, creating an unusual feeling in your stomach — and making your pussy slightly throb. your fingers finds their way into his curls, gripping onto them as the kiss becomes messier; your tongues dancing together.

"just take it off already" you huff and puff, seeing lando struggling and he lets out a chuckle "damn, someone is impatient", he says, teasing you, before finally taking your dress off. his eyes travel your body, and you've never felt so vulnerable, your cheeks burning. lando let out an unwanted groan, completely loving the view and he stares a bit too long until you pull him for another kiss to put him out of his thoughts. he takes a moment to kiss you back and it's your turn to slide your hands beneath his shirt, playing with the lines of his abdomen, making him moan softly against your lips.

after a good minute of kissing and touching, you finally take off his shirt and his pants, on the way, leaving you both in your underwear. lando leaves kisses along your jawline, going down to your chest, his hand sliding in your back to unbutton your bra and the way your boobs bounce out of it makes lando groan, feeling his erection grows. your grip on his hair gets tighter as you watch him play with your nipples, flicking it and licking it and the view drives you crazy.

you moan his name softly, pulling on his hair to make him look at you and you share a long stare, full of lust, both craving for more. you pull him for a sloppy kiss, trying to show how impatient you are and lando gets the message, pulling down your panties and getting rid of his boxers.

lando's mouth leaves yours and is replaced by his fingers, stealing a whimper from you. your eyes meets his as you suck on his fingers and, if they could, his eyes would burn holes into yours. lando found himself getting more and more impatient, the way you suck on his fingers with that irresistible look making it harder for him to contain it.

pulling out his fingers out of your mouth and without leaving your eyes for a second, his two fingers found your hole, slipping gently in it and you throw instinctively your head backwards, a moan escaping your mouth. lando take a good look at you in that position before taking the opportunity to leave kisses on your exposed neck, fighting the urge to suck on it to not leave marks, not wanting to overstep your boundaries.

"feeling okay?" he whispers softly, his breath hitting your skin, making it difficult for you to fight the whimpers escaping your mouth. lando takes a minute to look at you, to make sure that you don't feel any pain or discomfort.

"mmh'yes, you can move, please oh my god" you desperately says and lando can't help but pull you for another messy kiss. his fingers start moving in you, stretching your walls and you become a moaning mess, your eyes closing and lando takes advantage of it to admire you, his moves getting faster and faster.

"are you close, princess?" he murmurs close to your lips, feeling your body trembling and hearing the way your moans gets louder. you can only shake your head; feeling the bottom of your stomach getting warmer and the nickame almost make you choke on your moans. lando slows down to make scissors movements, his thumb rubbing your clit to help you reach your climax. he can't take off his eyes of you, inspecting every aspect of your face; the way your face crunches and your mouth is slightly open to let multiple sounds out of it. he could almost come just by this sight, his own crotch getting bigger.

with a loud and long moan, you finally climax, arching your back and lando plant soft pecks on your neck, whispering sweet words to you and telling you how good you're doing. breathless, you absently stroke his hair and close your eyes for a moment trying to calm the beat of your heart but lando makes it hard; his hands traveling your body and his lips attached to the skin of your neck.

the sudden emptiness when lando pulls out his fingers make you whimper and he lift his head to meet your gaze — he lost count of how many times he got lost in your eyes tonight. your hand make its way to his cock and the sudden touch makes lando slightly startle, a groan leaving his mouth. before you start stroking it, his hand comes to stop you immediately and you look at him, confused and with a hint of worry; silently asking him if you did something wrong.

"wanna fuck you now or i might go crazy", he says, almost whimpering and you slightly laugh, pulling his face closer to yours. "someone is impatient huh", you tease, a small smirk forming on your lips and he can't help but mirror that smirk. "how can i not when you look at me like that?" he takes your bottom lip between his teeth before kissing you again, his body getting closer and his cock brushing on your pussy makes you both moan through the kiss. you take his dick, once again, in your hand to guide it through your hole this time. and slowly, he penetrates you, a long groan escaping his lips at how tight you feel around him and you break the kiss to moan loudly.

"so fucking tight, baby, just for me", he mumbles close to your lips and you can't even answer, too overwhelmed by the way he's filling you — and his dirty words. when you finally adjust, he doesn't waste any minutes and start moving. you both moan in unison, holding into each other like your life depends on it. he watches you go crazy over his cock; the way your eyes gets watery, the way you hold into the sheets — your other hand too busy pulling his hair —, the way you can't control the continuous moans, his name slipping out of your mouth from time to time and encouraging him to go deeper into you. and he does go deeper, slowing down the pace to thrust into you as deep as he can, reaching your sensitive spot.

"right here? like that, baby?" he moans, feeling you tightening around him. his voice makes it harder for you to hold your growing orgasm. your hand leaves the sheets to hold onto his shoulder, your nails crawling into his skin. lando suddenly feels the urge to look at you in the eyes — maybe because his orgasm is getting close too. his hand finds a way to your neck, his fingers wrapping around it gently "look at me, angel", he says in a husky voice that could make you come at any moment. struggling to keep your eyes open, you try your best to hold his gaze, the way he's looking at you making you insane.

his thrusts gets faster and you can't control the sounds escaping from your mouth anymore. you look away for a moment, too overwhelmed and lando's hand travels to your face, cupping it gently to keep it straight "eyes on me, love". you obey, meeting his gaze and it's all too much for you.

you don't even have to use words for lando to understand that you're getting close, the way your eyes gets watery and your body shakes is enough. with his hand going back to your throat, lando accompany you into your orgasm, enjoying the way you scream his name and you manage to hold his gaze. his own orgasm comes a few minutes after yours and he makes sure to pull out before ejaculating, his groans echoing in the room. he immediately falls besides you and you both just stay like this: his leg over yours, your hand still in his hair as you try to catch your breath. lando uses his last drops of strength to grab a tissue from the nightstand and clean his fresh cum on your stomach.

he pulls you close again, linking your legs together and letting you play with his hair. the silence is so peaceful; the warm of your bodies making you both relax immediately. a smile unconsciously forms on lando's lips at the sight of your tired face, your eyes shining in the almost dark atmosphere of the night. you look back at him, smiling back and giggling, making lando raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"what's so funny?" he says, fighting the smile growing on his lips. "i just slept with the lando norris", you tease and lando groans, hiding his face in his arm. "i knew you were a fan!" he replies playfully, playing along. you laugh in sync and lando's heart feels at peace; all the worries about the incoming season completely forgotten. your hand gently plays with his curls as you absently stare at the ceiling, an unbeatable smile on your face.

lando, on the other side, can't take his eyes off you, watching you slowly fall asleep and enjoying your fingers in his hair. and just before you completely close your eyes, you turn to him, offering him a last kiss; so tender and passionate that your hearts both might burst out of your chests. pulling out, lando watches you fall asleep, not fighting the smile on his face anymore.

he usually struggles to sleep before an important day but this time, his mind is only filled with you and this night spent by your side. and just like that, it's lando's turn to meet the sandman.

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with a groan, lando struggles to reach and silence the blaring alarm. the morning sunlight aggressively shines through the curtain, making him shield his face with his arm, staying in half asleep state for a minute as he gradually gets out of it.

then it suddenly hits him; you're no longer beside him.

lando suddenly starts to panic, jolting him into full wakefulness. he springs out of the bed and desperately search for any signs of you in every room of his apartment but you're nowhere to be found. he mutters curses under his breath, passing a hand to his messy hair — the thought of you messing his hair last night making him even more frustrated. defeated, he returns to the bedroom, his gaze falling on the tousled sheets where everything happened. as lando realizes that he didn't even ask for your name, frustration festered within him, causing him to clench his hair.

however, amidst his self reproach, a small piece of paper on the nightstand catch his attention, and he immediately rushes to it.

"we will meet again, i promise. you're going to kill it, lovely boy. y/n, x"

lando can't even fight the smile creeping on his lips, his heart softening — it was beating way too fast just by the thought of not even knowing your name. he sinks back onto the bed, your smell immediately hitting him and making him even happier. he reads those few words repeatedly and his hands falls onto his chest, holding the paper close to his heart as he whispers your name again and again, savoring its melodious sound. lando can't help but tell himself that soulmates might exist.

"i am going to kill it,", lando murmured to himself, a foolish grin etching on his face.

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[gamermattsgf]

Sour diesel // dealer Chris

Warnings: Chris smut / blowjob / male stimulation / throat fuck / usage of drugs / smoking / shotgun kiss / drug dealer!Chris x fem reader / hair pulling / switch Chris / exhibitionism / slapping / slight degradation + begging kink? / Chris + lip pierced

Summary: Chris is the reader’s drug dealer. And a very close drug dealer at that. Close enough for him to want to get high and horny with her when she unexpectedly shows up at his doorstep.

Author’s notes: don’t do drugs kids!! For some strange reason, Chris suspiciously fits this role perfectly irl. I don’t know what it is about him… Maybe it’s just the fact that he constantly looks high, or maybe it’s his hair and clothes… idk. Anyways, yes, proceed to enjoy some good ol’ weed smoking lovin’ ;)

“Legs in the air, all dirty again… smoking some more, I’m in her space… she touches me there, and then I do it again” - Sour diesel, Zayn

Police sirens wail from outside of the busy apartment complex. You knock on the brown door with a brass metal ‘4’ screwed onto the top of it before stepping back and cautiously peering your head down either side of the corridor to check if anyone else is around.

It’s a dreary but bright day, the sun pale with grey clouds flooding the sky. All throughout the city impatient cars honk their horns and the bustle of the crowds is never ending.

The twist of a lock on the other side of the door snaps your eyes back to the peeling front paint. The door creaks open a crack, and the familiar face of the man on the other side peeks out of it sneakily to examine who it is that is at his door, before realising that it’s you and gasping quietly.

He shuts the door quietly once again and you can hear the scratching of the metal chain being slid off of the door hook so that he can open it fully.

Once he does you see him with a white shirt resting on the hooks of his elbows, as if he was half way ready to put it on when you had knocked on the door. His messy dark brown tresses of curls are dishevelled and dust about his forehead in a fluffy nest, like he had just woken up. Equally, his naked, pale chest is on full display before he shoves his head through the t-shirt hole and uses his hands to pull it right down to his hips, where a pair of black sweatpants rest lowly below his hipbones. This only furthers your guess about him napping before seeing you.

‘Ayy! Doll face, come on in pretty!’ He quips in a friendly manner, a toothy grin lighting up his face whilst he steps aside to let you into his apartment. The labret lip ring nestled into the centre of his bottom lip glints with every move his mouth makes in the fluorescent hallway lighting.

You cheerily muse back a quick ‘long time no see Chris… started to miss you’ as you walk past the threshold, unconsciously looking up to one of his hands that grips the door right above his head whilst he leans on the wood.

Chris laughs fondly at your statement, slamming and locking the door shut behind you which encloses the both of you into his dingy apartment with dirty laundry scattered about the floor and the dishes still undone in his kitchen area.

‘Was it me you were missing? Or the drugs?’

Scanning around the apartment more thoroughly this time, you start to notice the little things… like a marijuana crusher, as well as messily stashed small plastic baggies with white powder or pills in them and joint rolling paper scattered across his already busy coffee table.

Chris is your drug dealer.

But… he is also somewhat of a friend as well. To be honest though, this is about as friendly as one can get with their supplier. Chris normally does his deals outside, in sketchy alleyways or at 3am with an all black attire and his hood up all the way.

You are the only customer who knows where he lives, because he’s fond of you, and you’re also a regular, so you often pop by if you’re feeling like it to have a nose into his endeavours and recent transactions.

‘Joint?’

You turn around at the sound of Chris’ question and watch the way he walks over to his old worn out green couch. ‘Yeah of course’ you respond whilst Chris groans as he bends his knees to sit down, quickly getting to work by bending his torso over the coffee table.

‘Got a weed preference? Gelato? Blue dream?’ He asks politely once again over his shoulder at you, because you’re still standing in his open apartment, breathing in the scent of strong narcotics and relaxant drugs. Taking that as a cue to sit down, you round the couch and plop down next to him whilst he slides out a little foot stool from underneath the couch.

You watch his hands flip up the top of the stool to reaveal a secret boxed compartment inside of it. Humming, you purse your lips in thought whilst he opens the compartment’s lid to reveal a bunch of different weed bags, looking at you with raised eyebrows as he waits for you to make a decision.

‘Umm… surprise me’ you land on finally, shrugging and grinning whilst Chris gives you a playful look and a cool nod. ‘Ooo dangerous girl today are we?’ he sniggers, before humming himself and biting his lip whilst his hand rummages around in between the different baggies to pick one out for you two himself.

‘Hmm, this one!’ He finally says, selecting out a small bag with a really dark green hybrid in it. ‘Yeah? How much do I owe you?’ You mention, before stuffing your hand down the front left pocket of your jeans to fish out a couple of bills.

Chris only smacks his lips and bats your hand that is extending money out to him away. ‘Yo- don’t be stupid, this is my treat’ he scolds as he fishes out the drug and weighs it, before putting it into the grinder and working against the plant root.

His arms flex as he twists the grinder to break up the drug into a fine consistency, all the while frowning at you to put your money away. ‘Ugh Chris, you can’t just keep giving me your supplies for free, that’s not how it works… drugs are fucking pricey bud’ you roll your eyes, before stuffing at least a couple of bills into his sweatpant pocket before he could stop you.

He sighs.

‘Ugh fine… but it’s not like you’re my only customer y’know… trust me I have plenty to pay the bills’ he finishes with a cocky tone, before opening up the grinder and swiftly pouring out the mixture into a line on some rolling paper. You silently watch him in awe as he expertly rolls the joint, before licking the side of it with his tongue and twisting it into place like a professional, all in under a minute. You can tell he’s rolled quite a decent bit judging by how easy it is for him.

‘Balcony?’ He questions, raising his eyebrows and pointing to the screen door that leads out onto his small balcony, two deck chairs sitting side by side. You nod happily, and then follow him outside onto the balcony.

*

‘So, how’s business?’ You ask whilst comfortably seated in one of the deck chairs, watching Chris tentatively as he perches the joint within his lips and wraps his hand around a lighter. Quickly he flicks it into a spark and lights up the joint before relaxing into his own chair and taking it from his mouth.

‘It’s actually been pretty good lately! Got a lot of new shit I can’t wait to try out…’

As he speaks, the smell of potent weed fills the air and a white plume of smoke trickles out from in between his lips. Holy shit this is strong stuff. But of course it is. This is Chris we’re talking about, and he always saves the best stuff for you.

‘Yeah?’

You respond whilst Chris leans over to pass you the sparked joint from in between his fingers, which you take and inhale yourself. He hums in agreement. The smoke coats your throat all the way down and instantly relaxes you whilst the drug stimulates your brain and melts your limbs further into the chair.

‘Oh… by the way- I hope you don’t mind but I wanted to smoke some sour diesel. This specific strain that I have is supposed to make you feel really horny… so just a little heads up in advance’.

Chris guiltily rambles on with a laughed smirk, his thighs manspread out widely and his fingers clasped together on his stomach whilst he waits to receive the joint back. You clench… did he pick that hybrid to smoke with you on purpose? Or were you just kidding yourself. Because the way he was gazing at you currently made you naturally assume that he had unholy intentions.

‘Oh um… yeah that’s fine. I suppose if we both end up high and horny then that’s just how it’s gotta be’.

You shrug and nod jokingly whilst passing back the joint. ‘Shit, awesome, thanks, I can always count on you’ Chris muses excitedly before slipping the joint back into his mouth. Depending on how he moves, the silver lip ring pierced into his lip glints in the dull sunlight as he opens his mouth yet again to do a French inhale with the smoke blowing up towards his nose. I watch as it then calmly dissipates into the air.

‘Wanna shotgun?’ Chris then pipes up, sweetly offering to second hand smoke with you so that you could use more of the joint and not waste any of the valuable drug. Okay this can’t have been a coincidence, first the sour diesel and now offering to shotgun kiss with you? There’s no fucking way.

Nodding nonchalantly, you try to hide your heart flipping dramatically as best as you can whilst both you and him lean forward. Chris passes you the joint so that you get more of the hit than him, and you feed it into your mouth slowly, concealing your jittering hands by harshly pinching the rolling paper.

Leaning forward more, it all happens so fast as you drop your mouth and start to expel the smoke. It’s not needed, but Chris’ hand sneakily snakes around the back of your neck to keep the both of you close and steady as he recieves the second hand smoke. Both of your lips almost brush one another as Chris holds the smoke in his mouth for a moment before giving a quiet moan mixed with a sigh as he blows it back out into your face.

He then giggles cutely after you scrunch up your nose since you’re not expecting the white cloud to make your eyes water. ‘This is good shit’ you sputter, to keep yourself as distracted as possible from your sweating palms and throbbing nerves. You hate to say it, but you have the biggest crush on your drug dealer.

You know, it’s fucking stupid, but he’s just so hot, who fucking wouldn’t have a crush on him? He’s around your age, is attractive, and has impeccable charisma. It’s harder to not have a crush on him. Sometimes you trick yourself into believing that he only lets you come to his apartment to chat and see all of his stash first because the feelings are mutual.

If only you knew how right you actually were.

‘I know right?’ Chris chuckles back, before his deck chair squeaks underneath his lean, muscular body after he puts the joint back into his mouth and this time knocks his head back. You can’t help but get distracted from your surroundings in favour of looking at his sharp jawline and hollowing cheekbones whilst his neck bends and he expertly blows out a set of three smoke rings into the air above him.

‘How do you do that? It’s so cool!’ You laugh shyly, snuggling down into your sweater because of the chilly breeze that blows by suddenly whilst you cover your mouth with one of your sweater pawed sleeves. Chris gazes over at you with his already sunken eyes, a little half smile curling up one side of his face in proud achievement.

He loves trying to impress you then succeeding.

‘Lots and lots of practice baby cakes, I’ll teach you next time you come around…’

He replies back with one of his plethora of nicknames for you. You could tell straight off of the bat from when you had first met each other that giving people nicknames was sort of his thing, and you thought it was really very sweet.

‘But today…’ he starts, before groaning quietly as he leans back over to you to pass you the joint from his slouched sitting position.

‘We have some good weed to finish off…’

*

‘I am so fucking high right now’ Chris giggles before snorting, trying to hush his own laughter by slapping his hand against his mouth as his shoulders shake in place.

From the opposite side of his ratty green couch, you lie there simply looking up at the ceiling whilst opening and closing your mouth in stupefied awe.

In the background, the gentle scratch of SZA’s ctrl album hums quietly through the vinyl that he had put on his record player earlier after coming in from smoking on his balcony.

‘How much of that weed did we smoke?’ You slur back to him, tilting your head upwards so that you can look over at his tipped up chin and spread thighs. His back lies cosily tucked up on his side of the pillows as he screws up his eyes and sleepily blinks a couple of times.

‘Is it even fuh-fuckin’ working?’ He mumbles to me whilst shifting his heavy feeling arms to rub his hands all the way down his black sweats tantalisingly. ‘Cause all I feel is slightly sweaty… and a little tingly’.

All of a sudden you’re sweating yourself. But it’s not because his apartment is hot, it’s because you’re looking at him and the way he toys with the drawstrings of his sweats absentmindedly. ‘Which isss, which is pretty fuhckin’ normal conssssidering we’ve just smoked-’ Chris hiccups ‘-a fuck bunch of diesel’. Then he giggles again to himself, as if finding it absolutely hilarious that both of you are probably high out of your minds.

‘Uh- umm… dunno if it’s working for me…’ you lie, before desperately trying to retract your eyes from the way he gently tugs on the drawstrings and rolls them in between his fingers and thumbs.

You just hope that Chris can’t hear the way you shuffle your legs closer so that you can squeeze your thighs together secretly. The last thing you want to attract is attention, clearly in denial of the fact that you certainly feel the drug seeping through your nervous system now.

It’s bad enough that you have a crush on him already, now you think some higher being just wants to punish you for it. Something within you is definitely working, because you feel extra horny…

Chris shifts a little, bucking his lower body up with a meek groan coming from his mouth before you hear his hip bone crack. Then he goes still with a content sigh, clearly enjoying the certain blissfulness the drug provides him with.

He seems a lot less bothered than you about this. But you suppose taking drugs is practically what he does for a living, so he’s used to it.

You continue to stare at the roof, lazily trailing your eyes all the way up the various cracks in the ceiling plaster that have resulted because of damp infrastructure, just trying to keep yourself calm for the moment.

But then he starts up his squirming again a little later, and it’s as if he just can’t get comfortable this time because occasionally his socked feet will subtly nudge your’s or you’ll hear him moaning in relaxation every time he moves.

The drug seems to have this god awful effect on your body that simply makes you ache all over. It feels like your inner thighs have a million pins and needles in them.

You know he’s just trying to get comfortable… but within your lack of vision and your current state of heated wetness you can’t help but transform those softly uttered sounds into something a lot dirtier. How unfair of him to sound so much like a porn star.

Meanwhile, Chris is currently going through every stage of horniness that he thinks he could possibly imagine one would experience.

First the small tingling within his gut starts that signals to his brain that his body wants sex. Next comes the unbearably uncomfortable and itchy state his burning skin goes through, whilst disastrously filthy images travel through his mind and hang there like suspended thoughts.

Thoughts like what you, one of his clients… would look like naked. What your tits would look like, whether or not they are a nice shape or not. If you have smaller and sweeter nipples or if you have ones that he can really wrap his tongue around. Whether you prefer to sit commandingly on top and listen to the guy underneath you or flip it and have it the other way around. Are you into threesomes? Because Chris sure is, and he has a friend he can call on speed dial if you ever were to wish it.

Any thought currently floating within his mind always redirects itself back to you lying opposite him with your closed thighs that he so badly wants to pry open himself. He feels as though he has to check himself now. It’s not much of a surprise when he registers the heavy feeling in his lower gut because he knows it all too well. He’s already sensitive and aching.

He’s hard.

But who wouldn’t be if they were thinking about having sex with one of the prettiest girls Chris had ever known, that also just so happens to be someone he dealt drugs to on the side…

*

The more you listen in to Chris’ annoyingly erotic sounds, the more the darkly temping thought of just saying fuck it and jumping on top of him edges your already infected mind.

Not looking over at him to check what he is actually doing kills you, and soon you just can’t help yourself but take a quick sneak peek at your drug dealer. You have to stifle a gasp though, because when you look you do not quite expect to see what you do.

Lying down right opposite you is Chris in his original position, with his black sweat-pant clad legs spread outwards and his feet planted to the couch cushions whilst his knees are bent upwards lazily. The grey zip up hoodie that he had slipped on earlier slouches open to put his white t-shirt on show whilst his rosy cheeks appear flushed and his face screws itself up in pleasure.

You practically gawk at the way he has his whole entire hand shoved down the expanse of his front waistband.

His pierced lip ring catches in between the bite of his teeth whilst his eyes lie squeezed shut and his legs spread unconsciously further the more his hips buck whilst he fucks his hand.

The hand tucked beneath his sweats, you notice, bulges slowly as he pants through his bitten lip and releases a gut-wrenchingly horny moan with his back arching and his chin tipping unbearably further up into the couch armrest.

The drug clearly seems to be in full swing now, because with every corner your mind turns, the dead end spells out ‘sex’. It seems to be all your body wants in this very moment. You don’t even think you can get up from the couch no matter how hard you try, because Chris is simply right here, wet and ready just for you.

There seems to be no sense of urgency around Chris to get rid of his seemingly prominent boner, in fact, you’ll bet he’s just leisurely strolling his way through the feelings of ecstasy.

‘Chris what are you doing?’ You decide to stupidly bumble in a small voice to catch his attention, but Chris doesn’t seem to care all that much that he’s openly thrusting up into his hand in front of you.

‘Sorry I- I couldn’t help how sensitive I was…’ he finally whines into the air apologetically before his breath hitches and he almost cries out a gulp of air after you see a finger - seemingly his thumb - move up from behind the fabric to rub his tip in slow, circular motions.

He almost begins to shiver whilst his head hopelessly twists from side to side, just to give him some form of distraction from the stimulation he feels.

Never before in your life have you seen a man so sensitive because of his cock before.

Curiosity gets the better of you, and you decide to crunch up to a sitting position, your eyes trained on a babyish looking Chris that lies almost in a crumpled heap with his forehead sweating and his pupils blown drastically in size.

He pants and looks directly at you whilst jerking off, making your stomach flip again as he gazes at your body with hungry eyes.

Dripping. You’re actually dripping for him.

Never before in your life have you felt more like a piece of meat that a lion is simply salivating to get his teeth on.

His eyes keep a hold of you for the whole entire time it takes your body to crawl up to his. As you reach him, your own brain begins to fuzz, and you sort of forget where the fuck you are. You loose touch with reality.

Must have been the drug.

All you know is that Chris is here, clearly as horny as you, and in need of your help.

‘Shhhh… shhh… don’t cry baby’ you gently whisper yet another slur to him through your state of heavy intoxication coated with the rings of compulsory sexual desire. God, you had no idea that the diesel increased people’s libidos either, because regularly you’d never have the guts to utter something like that to someone you liked, especially Chris.

Chris slowly stops and he gulps after you drag one of your fingers down his lips, only to tug on his pierced one so that you can watch it recoil back up into its original resting place. Quickly he feeds about half of the lip back into the bite of his teeth whilst gazing up at you with glassy doe-eyed pupils.

‘What’s gotten you so worked up baby boy?’ You coo to him yet again, before smoothing your hands down his waist and his hipbones, which causes him to gently shiver and whine into the back of his throat. He swallows and tries to speak. But he can’t, because instead he has to squeeze his eyes shut and careen his body forward in pleasure after he tightens his hand just that little bit more around his hot, stiffened skin.

The feeling is unmatched and spit almost comes freely tumbling out from his open mouth due to gravity. His shoulders heave, and you pet his hair gently whilst sitting on your haunches and pressing one of your heels up into your heat to suppress your unbearable wetness. You pout before clearing the floppy hair from out of his eyes and asking him if you can get rid of his pants because ‘it must be awfully tough to move around in them hey?’.

So you gently slide them down his haired thighs after he struggles a ‘please… fucking please- I can barely take it anymore’, before also deciding to hook your fingers into his boxers to take them off too.

He is thicker than he is longer, but still has decent size. He’s also obviously damp and sticky from where his hand has been holding him because his pretty-looking cock glimmered slightly in the white light protruding from his ceiling fan. Pre-come readily drips out from the top of his aching prick, and leaks its way down the rest of his shaft.

Chris only looks up at you with a sloppy smirk, before reaching out one of his hands to squish them against your cheeks and guide your eyes to look up at his own.

‘Stop your drooling doll face and eyes up here… just you wait ma, as soon as you get your mouth on me I am going to be moaning your name for weeks after this one…’

You feel like almost fainting on the spot as your head aches and your core throbs with damp heat. You feel like you can’t even speak anymore, because all of your words have been sucked from your mouth. Sitting in between his spread thighs, his back props itself up against the arm of the couch whilst you can’t help but look down at his once again.

‘You wouldn’t believe how sensitive I get… and I fucking love it, I could be squealing the whole entire apartment block down and I still wouldn’t give a shit because of how fucking good it feels’. Chris rasps from his position below you, still hot and still sweaty from the affect of the drug but 100% ready to get his hands all over you.

Both of your hands are layered on each of his thighs and without warning, you squeeze them. This makes him hiss slightly in stimulated pain, but it also gives him pleasure because he smirks through it all. ‘Go on… put your tongue on me… I know you want to…’ he taunts in a low whisper, like Adam tempting Eve with an apple and playing with her biggest weaknesses.

Your heart beats down at your clit easily through the influence of the drug, and you don’t hesitate, not after Chris mumbles ‘I know you like it… and I know you wanna know what it feels like when I hit the back of your throat’.

Your mouth waters at the huskiness of his whisper and you swallow, looking up at Chris with devilishly hooded eyes that Aphrodite gifts you, especially for a task like this.

‘I dare you…’

You don’t give him much time to say anything else, because you’re eagerly spitting a thick string of saliva right onto his cock instead. You watch as it slips all the way down the base of his thickness slowly whilst you hear Chris pant deeply, his Adam’s apple bobbing and his eyelashes feathering dreamily at the sensation of your spit mingling with his pre-come.

His large hands grab onto any part of the couch they can find and hold onto it for dear life after he stutters a whiny little ‘Oh- oh god…’ with his breath hitching and his stomach convulsing under the sensation of your tongue. You sit on your knees properly, your hands caressing his thighs as you drop your head right down so that you can nuzzle against his throbbing nerve.

As you get closer you spy a thick blue vein on the underside of his dick and try to remember where it is for later stimulation. But for now you simply look up at him with your own little smirk decorating your face whilst he gazes down at you, looking helpless and needy. Puckering your lips, you decide to tease him a little by placing pathetic, minuscule kisses up on his wet tip, before nudging it with your nose. Chris whines a little in annoyance at this with his back arching babyishly as though he’s about to throw a temper tantrum.

‘What a pretty little boy’ you muse generously, before whispering ‘you’d hit my g-spot easily baby…’ up to him, which has his hips bucking uncontrollably into the air. Although, one of your hands comes down to slap his thigh at this.

‘Hey! Don’t be naughty now… you’ll get my tongue in a minute… let me have a look at you first’ you scold him harshly, now holding down both of his hips before you peek out your tongue to give him a short kitten lick. You can tell he wants to thrust up into your mouth so badly based off of the resistance your hands face, however, you don’t let him just yet.

‘You let me have my fun, and then you can have your fun, Chris’ you bark at him which seems to put his filthy mouth in place.

Leaning back up again on your haunches, you now decide to spit into your hand and wrap it around his pulsating cock. You can tell Chris isn’t expecting this due to the way he cries out into the air slightly before you start to slowly stroke him. You feel some form of heart beat throbbing underneath his thickness whilst your hand works against him. You make your hand tight and slow to allow him enough sensual pleasure whilst not going too fast so that you can also savour the moment.

Whilst keeping your hand going, you manage to get onto your hands and knees so that you can lean up closer to his face and really look at how he squirms about helplessly below you.

‘Gotta get you ready for my mouth, don’t I?’ You innocently speak down to him, but Chris only tips his head back in return to hit it against the armrest and squeeze his eyes shut. His panting breaths are raggedy and laboured whilst he tries to focus on his breathing above all else, but he can’t help but feel slightly tortured under the influence of your palm.

‘Fuck- fucking lick me… please gorgeous… I- I need you so bad’ his voice reduces to pathetic begs as he finds the time to now viciously twist your shirt in between his knuckles and yank at it like a pouty child. You roll your eyes and tighten your hand, mumbling a quick ‘needy boy aren’t you?’ Before finally giving in to his agonising cries.

You lower yourself back down with Chris putting a somewhat happy smile onto his face through the pained pleasure after getting you to crack and give him what he wants.

This time, you don’t beat around the bush. If Chris wants it he can fucking have it for all you care. Letting go of his cock, you substitute your hand for your tongue and lick a bold stripe all the way from the base to the tip.

‘Jesus Christ…’ he whines in overstimulation, only the torture doesn’t stop there, because he has to repeat himself louder when you quickly slide his tip into you mouth, briefly lollipopping it and coating it with more of your saliva before you slide it back out with a wet ‘pop’.

‘Ugh… more… please- please give me more!’ Chris moans impatiently, whining like a fucking spoilt brat as he finally makes a decision to tangle his hands within your hair and keep them there so that he can pull on your strands whenever he feels like it. His cheeks are a furious red, and even his brow is sweating whilst he looks down towards your kneeling figure.

You roll your eyes with a glare, and he shies away at this, averting his eyes so that you won’t shout at him or slap his thigh again.

Going back to your work, your tongue playfully slips out once so that you can roll it over his tip. This seems to give Chris a wild rush of euphoria because of the way he’s cursing and groaning.

Jesus… he wasn’t kidding when he said he liked to squeal his whole apartment block down.

You smirk.

But your eyes also water because of how harshly Chris is clawing at your hair.

So you decide to give him a fright and deep throat him.

It works, because as soon as you slide him down your throat he moans into the air once again, his back arching and his hips instinctively bucking up, which makes saliva drip from out of your mouth and down the rest of his glistening cock after you gag slightly.

As Chris’ thickness stretches out your mouth you do indeed feel the tip of his cock rub against the back of your throat when you start to bob your head.

Chris - clearly - has no problem with helping at all and decides to use his grip on your hair to greedily push your head at his own pace, which - you’re not going to lie - is extremely hot, but also pisses you off.

‘Fuck you’re so good at this’ he mumbles within a daze of erotic edging, his orgasm easily bubbling along the lining of his gut from how well you’re sucking him, but you don’t quite let him cum just yet because you want to try something…

Slipping him back out of your mouth, you grab a hold of his utterly soaked cock before jerking him slowly once again, this time pressing your thumb right into the bulge of his vein, which makes his eyes flutter and roll into the back of his head.

‘I want you to fuck my mouth baby…’

You breathe lustfully, staring at him with sparkling eyes as your core squeezes in excitement.

‘I want you to absolutely choke me…’

You beg to him once again, which catches Chris’ attention.

He’s greedy for his orgasm, and so complies immediately with a panting smirk.

‘…Get back down there then’ he muses cheekily, his straightened teeth on show before he forces your head down there himself. Your nose nudges against his pulsing cock for one last time before you slide him back into your mouth and this time, let him do the work.

His chest and stomach rise and fall rapidly whilst he manoeuvres one of his hands to now grip the centre of your hair whilst his other one finds its way to the couch cushion so that he can prop himself up.

Slowly, he barely gives you any time to adjust before he is fucking his hips upwards, pushing himself further down your throat every time he pulls away and comes back again. You gag once more, but don’t put up much of a fight because you instead love to hear his groans of sheer effort that turn into something carnally primal the more he does it.

Suddenly he gets louder, and you actually feel him twitch within your mouth, hinting to you that his orgasm is coming thick and fast.

‘I’m- I’m gonna c-cum’ he incoherently whines with his neck thrown back once again as it struggles to bring his voice up into the air.

Tears roll down your cheeks, but you ignore them in favour of allowing Chris to finish into your mouth. Sliding his cock up towards the opening of your lips slightly, it gives you enough room to wrap your hand around the base of his prick so that you can help him cum. Whilst he does, you continuously stroke him as he cries and white knuckles the couch cushion seat. His cum spurts out in hot, thick ropes and drips all down your throat.

After you let Chris go, you make him watch you swallow all of what he gave you.

He slouches onto the sofa with exhaustion, breathing heavily with his shoulders rising and falling dramatically.

Both of you are silent for a second, panting and looking at one another as if your brains are deciding to voice aloud what they’re both thinking.

Chris makes the first move.

‘Umm… are you- are you still as horny as me? Even after… that?’. His voice is timid, as if testing the waters between a make or break point. However, you still feel an absolute wave of arousal batter against your clit, and so nod in confusion.

Chris only laughs in disbelief whilst rubbing his forehead.

‘Shit that is strong stuff…’

Author’s notes p.2: wow. Well umm… that was long. I always get WAY too carried away with my writing lmaoo. Can someone please tell me why I literally made a fucking Spotify playlist dedicated to exactly this piece of writing?? (Who wants on it? 😏). Also, I took the liberty of giving Chris a labret lip piercing in this one because HOT, and idk, I just think it suited his vibe- but yes, obvi he doesn’t have one irl so everyone can just pretend 🙄. This piece of writing is dedicated to @ellie-luvsfics bc she’s ‘a slut for drug dealer Chris’. And @strniohoeee bc she’s my bbg <3 hope people enjoyed, and as always send any requests and whatnot!!!

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An Unexpected Dinner

As a reward for working so hard lately, he plans an unexpected dinner for you.

❀ Xavier x Reader/MC, Rafayel x Reader/MC, Zayne x Reader/MC

❀ Domestic fluff, cooking time, soft and sweet

❀ Requested by Trâm Hoàng

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𝑿𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓

You came home after a tiring day of overtime. Your plan was to make a simple dinner, then a long sleep until morning to recover. Yet from afar, you witnessed a plume of black smoke rising from your residence.

Based on the location of the black smoke, you knew right away that the troubled residence was one level above yours. That was precisely the house of…

“Xavier!”

You cried out, almost a scream. You took off running in that direction. The building's occupants remained oblivious to the situation, and your first concern was locating Xavier. He had the day off. He's probably still inside.

The fire alarm in the hallway was still silent since the smoke had not yet extended to that area. You impatiently rang the doorbell, then slammed your fist on the door while calling Xavier's name.

A few minutes later, you heard the door open from inside. You were welcomed with the sound of the fire alarm along with a plume of smoke and a burning stench. Amidst the chaos, Xavier's face emerged, with black streaks running across it and his hair disheveled and coated in white powder. He was also wearing an apron that was scorched at the hem and blood was seeping from one of his fingers.

“Xavier!” You grabbed his body and observed. “You're bleeding!”

Xavier saw then that a deep and lengthy cut had been made on his finger. He brought it up to his eyes, then put it back down.

“Let me get your first aid kit.” You said, one foot stepped inside but Xavier pulled you back.

“Don't go in there.”

"Why not?"

Xavier must have been attempting to disguise some humiliation based on the way he was acting. He remained silent and continued to hold your arm tightly.

“Why is your apartment in this state? Is there a Wanderer?”

You had checked your watch on the way here. This area was still pretty safe. You just failed to see why Xavier came to be in this situation. What could possibly bring such suffering upon such a respected Hunter as him?

You peeped inside. By then, the fire alarm had been fully deactivated. There was still some smoke in the kitchen, and the air smelled burning. You removed Xavier's hand that was placed on you and ran inside. While the crisis was soothed by the fire hose, it also unleashed an unparalleled mayhem over Xavier's entire kitchen. But it might have probably been chaotic the moment he had decided to cook something in here.

Xavier trailed you, wearing an unsettling, guilty look.

“You… What were you doing in here?” You questioned, no longer trusting what you saw. There was flour all over the counter and floor, and something in the oven had burnt black and melted into a deep pool of sugar. Dishes, pots, and pans were arranged on the counter as though he was either planning to inventory the kitchen utensils or planning to throw them all away.

Without waiting for his reply, you already grasped the situation. With a heavy sigh, you turned back to face him and said:

“I thought we agreed that you should stay out of the kitchen?”

Xavier gave you an innocent, almost sinless look.

“Um… I'm sorry… Since you often come home late from work these days, I thought… I could make you a surprise dinner, along with some desserts…”

You turned back to look at the kitchen. The "dinner" he spoke of lay still in the pan, its contents so burnt you could no longer discern what it was.

You took Xavier's hand away. "Let's go. To my place.”

Xavier let you lead him back to your apartment and obediently sat down on the sofa while you went to find the first aid kit. You cleaned his wound and then applied a band-aid on it. After giving the band-aid a close inspection, he turned to face you and grinned, saying:

“These bunnies are so cute.”

You didn't say anything, just turned away to pack first aid supplies back to where they belonged. Xavier's voice still rang out monotonously:

"Thank you. And… I'm also sorry since I wanted to surprise you, but ended up causing you more trouble.”

You remained silent the entire time, in part because you were too concerned about him and, because of the anger you felt when he ignored what you said and went into the kitchen. Even though he had good intentions to take care of you, the thought of him being in danger put you in great panic.

“Do you think these are good bunnies?” You gestured at the bandage on Xavier. When you asked that, he seemed a little astonished, but he nodded. "They listen to me and don't run around the kitchen making a mess," you went on. "Unlike a certain bunny I know…”

Xavier showed an apologetic face. “I'm… sorry…” Then he took out a few chocolates from his pocket. They fit easily into his strong grasp. “These are free gift with baking supplies… At least we still have this for dinner.”

You chuckled as you glanced at them and then back at him.

“Leave the dinner to me. But this..." You held Xavier's wounded hand. "Are you hurt?" You asked.

With a cooing voice, Xavier nodded like a toddler and said: "It's very, very painful."

You laughed. Hundreds of Wanderers had been defeated by this young man, yet he suffered a simple cut.

“Then leave dinner to me. As for this wound..." You stopped for a moment to raise his hand very close to your lips. Your fingers gently rubbed his hand, then you kissed the rabbit band-aid. “Get well soon.”

𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍

You immediately ran to Rafayel's studio after his text message. He only said it was an emergency and needed you to be there at seven o'clock.

The entrance to the studio was unlocked. You entered cautiously. To be sure there was no danger here, you looked around. Rafayel was nowhere to be found when you searched the gallery and living room.

Impatient you were as you had no idea what could happen to Rafayel. You were about to call out his name, but at that moment, you heard a noise from the kitchen. You crept closer, afraid that there was still danger there. You entered the dining room to find everything redone, including roses, unlit candles and the circular dining table with two chairs facing each other. You grew even more curious about why Rafayel wanted you to come here so urgently.

Through the open door, you caught a glimpse of Rafayel's back on the opposite side. He was staring at a pot on the stove. The steam and smoke released cause the temperature in the kitchen to gradually increase. It was easy to see that Rafayel was sweating profusely on the back of his shirt. You breathed a sigh of relief. He was still safe even though he had not sensed your presence yet. He continued his story as if there was another person in the kitchen.

“…You know, when she's shy, her face is as red as your color when you're steamed.”

You frowned. Who was he talking to? And about who?

“These days, she's a little bit slimmer now than she was. She often leaves early and stays at work late. Her missions must be very stressful. Unlike you, so fat and round, you almost don't fit in my pot."

You heard Rafayel tapping the ladle on the contents of the pot. The smell of boiled crab and seafood filled the kitchen. What was he doing here?

“Anyway, thank you for coming here. Please help her gain a little weight. I love giving her plump cheeks a poke to watch how she reacts. Haha…”

It was not a surprise to you that Rafayel talked to himself. But to the crab he was cooking?... You wondered what would be better, to let him finish his meal or to come in and say hello?

“Do you think she will come? Since she's so busy, I'm not sure. What if she really ignores my messages? Then it'll just be me and you, and all the seafood I've prepared for her... Well, she'll definitely come, right?"

It turned out he had tricked you into coming to the studio with that text message. To get Tara to assist you with the last thirty minutes of work, you had to bribe her with boba tea. Then, you had to rush as quickly as you could to see him. You coughed loudly in the kitchen, signaling your presence there and that you knew his entire plot.

Rafayel gently turned around, as though your presence hadn't startled him.

“Oh, how come you're here so early?”

As if nothing had occurred, he grinned. Additionally, he was wearing a vibrant apron, on which you could very well assume he had painted it himself.

“Hurry and take a seat. Everything has been prepared for you. All that's left is this crab."

“You called me here for this emergency matter?”

Rafayel blinked. He carried the ladle in one hand still. “Ah, that's right. This is truly urgent.”

"Seafood? Flowers and candles? You cooking? Rafayel, what's going on?

Rafayel set down the ladle and moved in your direction. “Since you've been working so much lately, I thought a surprise dinner would make you happier.”

You clenched her fist and gave Rafayel a painful blow in the chest.

“Ouch!”

"You idiot! I ran for my life here immediately after that message. I thought something happened to you… If something really happened to you, then I…”

Rafayel raised his hand, not to ease the pain you just gave him, but to squeeze your wrist.

“Are you so frantic… because you're worried about me?”

Rafayel gave you a very affectionate look. A grin formed at the corners of his lips. The hand that was holding you moved along your wrist and hand, trying to soothe the anger in your heart. You admitted, you worried about him like crazy. You thought of all the bad things that could have happened to him on the way here. As for him, nothing happened to him except that he probably had told the crab many nasty things about you.

“Next time, I will just ignore you.” You pulled your hand away from Rafayel. He released his grip on you only to encircle your waist with both arms.

“If I hadn't said it was urgent, would you have come so quickly?”

“You just need to say you have a hearty seafood meal…” You grumbled, but enjoyed the sensation of rubbing against him, even though his body now smelled of boiled crab. “I wouldn't miss a single crab for anything.”

You heard Rafayel burst into laughter. “Then milady, would you help me set the table? Your crab will be ready soon.”

𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆

You were a bit surprised because Zayne had asked you to come to his house on a weeknight. He would typically be really busy at that time. You got off work early so you went straight to his house. Zayne was a little taken aback to find you waiting at the entrance that early hour. Nonetheless, you were just as astonished to find him in casual attire, wearing a dark apron without patterns.

“Oh… Sorry I'm a bit early. I didn't know you were busy in the kitchen..."

"No problem." Zayne replied. He invited you into his house. “I'm preparing dinner. For you."

“For me?” You were taken aback since he had made no mention of having supper together. His message was quite brief, giving you the impression that he needed to speak with you in person instead. However, you were delighted since he was taking great care of you.

“I’m so happy right now. I didn’t expect the busy Dr. Zayne could make dinner for me.”

“You’ve been working extra hard lately. It’s my job as your physician to make sure you eat well and enough.”

You beamed, “I’m really grateful.”

Zayne replied with a smile and returned to the kitchen. You trailed closely behind. You took a look at the tidy kitchen, filled with the aroma of food, making your stomach rumble.

“Do you need my help?”

You approached him, waiting for instructions. On the stove was an extremely delicious grilled salmon. It also caught your attention that several of the other dishes were nearly done. A basket of veggies, golden egg rolls, and miso tofu soup were served.

Zayne motioned for you to turn to face the spice cabinet as his fingers deftly encircled the chopsticks.

“Teriyaki sauce.”

"Coming right up." You cheered and went to look on the shelf for exactly what Zayne needed. You had spent enough time here to be familiar with his well-kept kitchen. He focused on dinner without saying anything else. Every now and again a drop of sweat showed up on his forehead.

Zayne was far more skilled in the kitchen than you were. You simply hurried around the kitchen assisting him with various tasks. After the meal was cooked, he gave you the task of setting food on the table.

“Take caution. It's hot.” Zayne warned you carefully, but you still clumsily allowed your hand to come into contact with the boiling soup pot.

You jumped up and made a loud "oops" sound. Zayne frowned, immediately moved over to stand next to you, and grasped your hands with red fingers.

"Hot, hot, hot!"

You attempted to rub your fingertips together, but the scorching sensation persisted. Zayne held your hands open and looked down.

“It's not serious. Just a little bit of irritation. Can you put your hands in—”

Before he could finish speaking, you perked up on tiptoe and put your crimson fingers to his earlobes. Zayne alerted with wide eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"Healing myself." You laughed aloud. The sensation of burning in your hands eventually subsided. As a little child, Grandma had taught you this trick to treat burns when you accidentally touched something too hot. Zayne knew that too. To save you the trouble of having to stand on your tiptoes, he drew closer.

"Are your hands feeling better now?" His voice was really soft as he asked. Your face felt the sudden rush of his breath, your body temperature raised even more.

"Just a little." You replied while pretending to grimace. “If someone could use his Evol, maybe it would heal faster?”

Zayne sighed, but you could see a faint smile forming on his lips, and his ears began to flush. A cold touch reached your hands, followed by a pleasant feeling when the skin no longer burned.

“Can you let go now?” Zayne asked, and you felt regretful when you had to let go.

“Thank you, Dr. Zayne.”

A hand of yours was grasped in Zayne's big palm. He caressed each finger and whispered:

“I can't always be there to take care of you. Don't be so careless next time, promise?"

[evilmario666]

One Direction: Breaking Bad

A fanfic I wrote. A Breaking Bad AU. Jesse and Walter completely live in the van. Walter is evil.

Jesse Pinkman makes a big mistake in the van... So Walter White takes it into his own hands. What happens when 5 boys arrive after seeing an ad in the streets of Albuquerque? 

Find out... In One Direction: Breaking Bad.

(Jesse POV)

“BITCH!” I screamed. 

And just like that, all of our test tubes were knocked over. They shattered on the ground, and in that moment, I saw my terrified expression in the shards as they split into smaller pieces. 

I felt sick. I wanted to throw up. 

“Jesse, you idiot!” My bald mentor scolds me. “That’s the fifth time this has happened! I can’t afford any more test tubes! Jesse, there’s a shortage of those i the country right now, Jesse. They cost so much. Jesse!” He grabs me by my scruff and dangles me above the floor. “We sold all of our meth already. But I don’t have enough money for test tubes. Damn it.” 

“Yo! Walter White! I was - I was -”

“I watched Jane die,” Walter White spat at me. 

“Ok” I said sadly. More like Walter Freak, I thought to myself. I didn’t continue my sentence. My scruff hurt as he dangled me above the ground. 

“I’m sick of this. I’m sick of you! You know, Jesse, you’re expendable. You’re just a company resource. You’re as replacable as the shoes I would stomp on you again and again, if I weren’t holding back.”

“Let go of my scruff, yo!” I frowned. 

“Fine” Walter said as he threw me on the ground. He stomped away angrily, leaving me by myself in the van we called home. 

(Walter POV, 1 day later)

“That aught to do it.” 

I stapled the advertisement to the tree near the street. I laughed evilly. 

“I will sell Jesse to someone, and then I will get enough money to buy new test tubes and materials.” It was a perfect plan. Though, I would be the ultimate judge. I would only sell Jesse to a buyer who is a good singer. 

My favorite band is One Direction. I was going to go to a concert next week, but I won’t have enough money unless this twink gets sold, I thought to myself. 

Just as I thought about that thought, 5 familiar boys approached me, their eyes locked on the advertisement...

(Jesse POV)

I was dressing for another day of sitting around smoking weed in the van. I put on my favorite Firestar (Warrior Cats) shirt from Redbubble and my baggy jeans. I threw on my Aoba Seragaki cosplay jacket. I looked in the mirror and frowned. My hair had grown out since I began living in the van. I needed a new style, this shit sucked.

I put it in a messy bun. I smiled. I looked like a cute babygirl but a boy. Then, suddenly, the door opened.

“Yo, Mr. White! Are you back with some yaoi, bitch?” I asked. Walter White was also a male fujoshi (not fudanshi it’s different).

“Jesse.” He looked really serious. “I sold you.”

“Bitch?” I began crying. 

“Meet your new owners.” Then, 5 boys walked in...

It was... One Direction!!!!! 

“Yo, Mr. White, is this some kinda prank?” I was so confused that I cried even more. 

“They paid over the 5,000 I had set for you. They paid me 10 million dollars, in exchange for your cooking skills.” He grinned and shook Harry’s hand. 

I was shocked. Liam smiled at me. He had one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced, or seemed to face, the whole external world for an instant and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. “My cooking skills, bitch?!”

Louis shot me a wicked smile. “The meth cooking skills. We think you could be... of special use, with that.” 

Zayn gave me a signature 1D stare. “Yes... Yes. You have a boyish exterior too,” he said, calculating and breathing heavily. “The sort of exterior that makes concert halls bustling. The sort of exterior that brings you to stardom.”

Harry let go of Walter’s hand, and bared his fangs at me. Was... Was Harry Styles a vampire?!?!?!??! 

“You see, Harry, um...” Louis looked really serious and began crying. “Harry got bitten by a methpire... Now HE’S a methpire!!!!”

I tilted my head like a cute anime girl. “What’s a methpire?” 

“It’s like a vampire, but instead of blood, it’s meth. You don’t snort it or anything, you just put it in your mouth and absorb it into your fangs. It doesn’t get you high or anything, but it’s the only way a methpire can feed.” Harry looked really hungry. “I haven’t had meth to eat in months.” 

“He’s starving!” Liam cried. “He’s going to shrivel up into ash and die if we don’t do something! Please, Jesse! You must cook for us!”

I looked at Walter. Then I looked at Liam again. 

“Do I have any choice, bitch?” I asked.

Walter White snarled at me like a wolf ready to pounce. “No not really”

“Ok” 

And that was the day.... My life changed forever.

[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

It is so easy for someone in Louis’ position to be an asshole and take his frustrations out on people around him. Louis was always the short tempered one who would get into fights with people on Twitter or the 1D management or even with Zayn. I do think that a lot of people in the industry had no respect for him and always saw him as the one without talent in 1D. Even when he praised artists like Catfish and Bottlemen they often responded by ridiculing him for no good reason. The songwriter for 1D, Savan did call him the one without talent. Nick Grimshaw needled him for no reason, we have seen radio show hosts like the ones on the Ash London show be unfairly insulting to him. Louis could easily have turned bitter towards the people in the industry and also lash out on fans as Niall did when he was trying to get them to get his album to no 1 in the UK.

I just find it fascinating to see how he is still so embracing of everyone around him, whether it’s his band or the support acts or even the fans who sometimes openly admit to be only interested in him as a part of their “ship”. He didn’t let the bitterness of the opportunities not coming his way affect his interaction with the people around him. He is not trying to take credit away from his collaborators while trying to build his own creditability. It’s such a positive thing.

I think that’s one thing that has really shocked me throughout the years, the fact that Louis has been consistently underestimated but still maintains a positive outlook, and a relatively balanced view of himself— neither overly proud nor deprecating.

Even Niall and Liam have said that Louis was probably “smoking and drinking at home” throughout the pandemic— but instead Louis organized a free festival for 10k fans, wrote and recorded an album, set a world record for live-streaming, rescheduled a world tour, advocated for free meals for children, raised $1 million for his tour crew and for his favorite charities, went to the Euros, made a documentary, made part of another documentary.

Louis keeps going despite the obstacles, despite the real adversities in his life. He gives us a lesson in endurance and in the right mindset.

[thetomlinsonway]

Zayn on Call Her Daddy

It’s been a long time ever since I’ve been here. But I just wanted to come on to share a thought I’ve got on Zayn’s testimony on Call Her Daddy when he addressed his departure from One Direction. 

It’s been over 8 years since One Direction’s last presentation, right? So, the fact that very few people caught up on Zayn mentioning the fact that there was politics going on behind the scenes that “apparently pushed him” to leave regardless due to “certain people doing certain things” and “certain people not signing contracts”is mindblowing to me. Isn’t it strange how it’s also been 8 years and not even Liam, who’s been on far more podcasts didn’t even mention that at all? Why’s that? 

And many of those few who actually caught up on Zayn mentioning being politics involved on One Direction’s ending are actually spreading around that he was trying to indirectly aim at Harry. Which, pardon my french for a minute, for me is laughable and ridiculous. Throughout the activity of 1D in the industry, we’ve seen them all, the 5 of them, fighting hard against Modest Management and Simon Cowell, and taking care of each other fiercely. It’s true Harry was being seen around with the Azzof family. But honestly, that to me, don’t mean anything considering none of them were comfortable with the thought of renewing their contract with Sony when their lives were a living hell for those five years. 

In my own very personal perspective, there was a clear war between 1D and Modest/Sony given the cirscuntances back in the days and situations they were going through publicly. I feel like a long time has passed and we’ve forgotten many of what’s happened such as Louis leaking a video smoking with Zayn and them all using bears and other elements to communicate to the audience during shows dates...I don’t know. Maybe this is just me being sick of people having the nerve without any reason to pin the boys against each other on social media while twisting them words around. 

Pardon my need to let it out. It’s just hard to believe it’s 2023 and we’re still dealing with this whole unnecessary hate train. 

[maddy-ferguson]

Stanning celebrities or popular people is always lame i am sorry but they are just all rich people lol then receiving some criticism aint gonna be the end of the world.

i know and seeing people talk about being disappointed reminds me of when taylor swift dated matty healy and i saw tumblr swifties be like oh my god my whole identity is tied to this woman how do i deal with this i have to choose between being okay with this and taking her off the pedestal i put her on years ago and like her less. and they tried to be like oh my good taylor how could you do this to us #tayloreducateyourself #themanyouredatingsaidthisandthis and it was actually pathetic witnessing grown adults acting like this. they were like idk if i can support this this is actually unforgivable they changed their urls for two weeks and guess what? when they broke up they went back to talking about her 24/7 lmao. i would say it's performative but i don't even think that's it, it's just hard to LET GO after years of centering someone in your life but you'll pretty much always be disappointed and you'll always have to let go so idk. maybe i'm just being cynical but i distinctly remember being 15-16, one direction were broken up, i still liked a few celebrities but it wasn't directioner level and cancel culture was on the rise right. i remember being like is it worth it? do i want to make loving someone i don't know so much my personality when i don't even know if i can trust them to be a good person by my standards? and the answer was no! because i don't know them. and also i grew up and i know not everyone who's a big fan of a celebrity is 15 or under but i really just grew out of it like i was never gonna love people the way i loved one direction and everyone else i loved at that time in my life yk. i think it's always nice to give people the benefit of the doubt obviously but when people are like they don't know any better they're just not educated it's always like. how naive can you possibly be. you just have to decide if whatever you decided wasn't okay is okay if the person you like does it and if it's not it's not. they're not your friend, they're not your family, you're not gonna get to them and educate them via instagram comments. and it's exhausting because fans have always done this, i was a directioner as i just said and when the fans are 13 and immensely disappointed because zayn and louis were smoking weed...when they were like omg zayn how could you think of your future all because he was smoking cigarettes...you get why celebrities don't always want to listen to their fans like who wants to be told how to live their life by people who are still in middle school? but now the things that lead to disappointment are mostly political and i think it's great that people want to do good in the world and want the people they admire to not do harmful things and to agree with them on the topics that matter to them like it's pretty noble in theory to want them to be a good person but it's also...again, pretty naive, you're most likely not gonna change their mind because you don't know them. "they're ignorant they just need to be educated" is also so patronizing and when it's an 18-year-old saying this about someone who's twice their age it's like. just accept that they probably don't agree with you. you can choose to be okay with it or you can decide to like them less.

[harmonyindark245]

One Last Time [Chapter 11]

Summary - Elain and Azriel have known each other since they were 11 and had never been separated. But when their view for their future no longer matches, things break apart between them, causing a rift which had never been fixed. Elain goes on to become a neurosurgeon, while Azriel works for the deadlier part of the community. Ten years later, their lives get entangled as they cross paths, this time stakes much greater than just their hearts.

An: All characters belong to Sarah J. Maas

Warnings: Mature language, violence, alcohol consumption, smoking, drugs

Hope you all enjoy!

Masterlist

Songs: 

There You Are - Zayn Malik Slow Down - Chase Atlantic Collide - Justine Skye, Tyga Gangsta - Kehlani Shameless - Camila Cabello

AN: Basically fluff and smut, a filler chapter. There’s also a time jump. The chapter starts around late November - early December. Then there’s a time skip, where I’ve added dates. 

~~~~~

She didn’t remember the ride home. She didn’t even notice how it was almost midnight by the time they reached back home. 

All Elain could think of was Azriel’s hands on her, the entire time. They both crashed through the front door, hands not leaving the other's body. Azriel looked around the foyer before he picked Elain up, wrapping her legs around his waist, and kissed her deeply. 

Elain wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed back with fervor, grateful for the height advantage. He detached from her lips as he took them up the stairs and Elain took the opportunity to place small kisses on his neck, trailing to his jaw and his ear. “I want you to fuck me Azriel.” She whispered and giggled when he let out a groan, rushing them to his room. 

He slammed the door close with his leg and dropped Elain on top of the bed, instantly kneeling in front of her. He grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her forward, Elain letting out a yelp. 

“Gods help me Elain, you can’t say things like that.” his voice was hoarse as he spoke. He looked up at Elain from where he was kneeling, his eyes glinting with remorse and lust. 

Elain smirked at him. “But I can. I want you to fuck away the past ten years from our lives.” When she saw him hesitating, she reached down and started removing her leggings, slowly, then her sweater, leaving her in a matching set of lace. “If you won’t then I’ll do it on my own.” She taunted, throwing the pieces of clothing at him. 

He caught them with his hand before they hit him and she saw the exact moment he had made up his mind. He moved closer to her, encasing her calves with his hands. He pressed them softly before letting them go, leaving featherlike touches from his fingers as he moved them up towards her thighs.

Azriel dropped his hands and stood up, causing Elain to whine. “Shhh.” He whispered. “I need you to be quiet. Or do you want our son to hear you?” He asked, a deviant smile on his face. He crawled over her and grabbed both her hands with one of his, bringing it above her head. He reached over to the side table, where Elain heard a drawer opening, then the clink of metal. 

Azriel brought a pair of handcuffs into her view and she instantly knew it was her own. She tilted her head to the side. “I was wondering where that had gone.” 

Az raised a brow at her. “Tell me Elain, do you like to be tied up?” He leaned down his lips right beside her ear.

“Why don’t you figure it out?” She questioned slyly. 

Azriel groaned and quickly took both her hands, cuffing them to his headboard. “Remove your shirt and pants while you’re at it,” Elain spoke out breathily. 

Az chuckled and chucked off his pants and shirt, leaving him in only his boxers. Elain couldn’t help but stare at his chiseled chest. It was more defined than it had been during their highschool years, and he would play football then. Elain wondered what he did now. 

He moved back and caught Elain staring at him. He smiled and leaned down once again, placing his lips on her collarbone. Then he opened his mouth, softly biting her. Elain arched her back, letting out a moan. “Please don’t don’t stop.”

He placed a hand against her pelvis, pushing her back into the bed. He continued biting, moving down to where her breasts were. He used one hand to reach behind her and unclasped her bra, throwing it away. 

He enclosed his mouth around one of her nipples, licking it before sucking. Elain squirmed at the sensation and he now used his own body to limit her movement. She could feel his erection pushing into her thigh. “Oh, God.” Elain moaned and Azriel chuckled, releasing her nipple. 

“No god here tonight sweetheart. It’s all me.” Azriel pinched the other nipple, and moved below, tugging off her panties with just his teeth. He glanced up at her and winked. 

And Gods if Elain didn’t come at just the sight of him.

~~~~~

Azriel had died and gone to heaven. Surely that was it. 

Because he refused to believe that Elain was actually lying in front of him, cuffed to his bed, completely naked, completely at his mercy. 

He glanced down at Elain’s sex, dripping wet. He held back a groan. 

He stood up and removed his boxers, freeing his erection. “I’ll play with you later, right now I need to be inside you.” He barely made out before he was placing his tip against her entrance. He was on top of Elain and glanced down at her, needing confirmation if she truly wanted this. She smiled back up at him.

“I forgive you.” She whispered. The words had just come out of her as he crashed his lips against her, thrusting inside her. She bit his lip and Azriel groaned at how she felt. He let go of her lips and rested his head against her forehead. 

Elain nudged her hips upward and Azriel shut his eyes, knowing he couldn’t hold back. “El, sweetheart, I need you to stop that, because I won’t last long if you continue.” 

Elain giggled. “I remember you having more stamina than that.” 

“I’m trying to make this good for both of us.” He bit out. 

“Then move,” Elain whispered and he opened his eyes, gazing into her trusting ones. 

Azriel pulled out of her and thrust once again, the cuffs on Elain’s hands rattling against the headboard. Azriel brought one of his hands to Elain’s clit and started rubbing it. 

“Keep doing that.” She breathed out. He loved how her eyes rolled back at the movement. Azriel continued moving in and out of her, finally coming as she orgasmed. 

He stayed inside her for a moment, kissing her deeply. Then he rolled off her, laying on his back, both of their breathing labored. He sat up and took the keys of the handcuffs and opened them, releasing Elain’s arms. She sat up, rubbing her wrists which were now red. 

Azriel frowned at the red markings. “Are you okay?” 

Elain nodded. “Just not used to it.” When she saw the question in his eyes, Elain’s lips curved in a small smile. “It’s not mine. The handcuffs were a part of Daemon’s costume for Halloween.” 

Azriel’s eyes widened in horror and Elain laughed. He hid his face in his hands. “I just used my son’s toy for sex. Oh, gods.” 

Elain just laughed and got up from the bed. She moved towards the bathroom, feeling his gaze on her the entire time. She cleaned up and tugged on the shirt he had discarded. Elain laid down beside him and hugged him. Soon, he also grabbed onto her, and both of them fell asleep like that. 

~~~~~

For the first time in years, Azriel woke up, looking forward to what the day would hold. He looked beside him to where Elain lay, her head turned towards him, her hair fanned over the pillow. Her hand was entwined with his and he smiled at the sight. 

Maybe this was what bliss felt like. He got up to freshen up. He stared at his complexion in the mirror and smiled, not being able to control the giddy feeling. When he returned, he found Elain sitting up in bed. 

“You’re up early.” He commented. 

Elain raised her arms, opening them for him. “You left. And you took the warmth with you.”

Azriel settled in bed beside her with a chuckle. “Sure, let me change my occupation from COO to Elain Archeron’s personal heater.”

Elain scrunched her nose at him, leaning in. “That’s not all you are. You can also be my personal orgasm-giving machine.”

Azriel shook his head and turned towards her, letting her fall back on the bed. He then caged her with his arms. “Is that all?” 

Elain nodded in affirmation but Azriel grabbed her chin. She raised a brow at him and he smiled. Then he leaned down and crushed his lips to hers, her responding in kind. “You are everything to me.” He whispered. 

Elain smiled, a tear falling from her eye. “Even ten years of trying to hate you couldn’t erase you from me. You are my world.” She answered and he once again closed the distance between them. 

He flicked his tongue against her and she lurched her hips up against his. Azriel grabbed hold of Elain’s waist and flipped her over so that she was on top of him. She looked down at him in confusion and he smirked at her. “You’re in control. Do your worst.” 

He loved how her expression changed from confused to amused. She quickly leaned down, kissing and biting his collarbone. Azriel grabbed onto her hair, pulling it slightly, to which she let out a moan. “Just returning the favor.” She whispered. 

She licked a path down his chest, to his abs, down to the v of his muscles. Azriel couldn’t help but groan as she grabbed the edge of his boxers with her teeth. She looked up at him and winked, repeating his actions from the previous night. “I need you to be quiet, wouldn’t want our son to hear what I plan to do to you.” 

Azriel shook his head in amusement and Elain pulled his boxers off completely. She grabbed onto his length, pumping it twice before she got up and crawled back up to him. She took hold of his hand and brought it to her clit. Azriel instantly took the hint and started rubbing her, dipping two of his fingers inside her. 

She once again grabbed ahold of his hands and removed them, shoving them in his mouth. “How do I taste?” 

“Like fucking nectar.” He answered. 

Elain smiled. “I want a taste too.” She then bent down and started kissing him. Then all of a sudden, she moved her hips up and sheathed him inside of her. 

And after that, all Azriel could think of was how lucky he was to have Elain back in his life. 

~~~~~

22nd December 

“So, what are your plans for Christmas Eve?” Elain questioned both her sisters as she tried on her tenth outfit of the day. She opened the curtains and waited outside. 

“Nothing much. I mean Rhys and I just exchange gifts. Small dinner. Nothing big, considering my birthday.” Feyre also came out of her dressing room and paused as she saw Elain. “Wow.” 

Elain patted down the dress she was in. It was light pink, with a halter neck, ruffling from the waistline. “Really? It doesn’t look a bit young?” 

Nesta scoffed from inside. “Young as opposed to what? You’re only 28.” She came out of her trial room and also stopped at the sight of Elain. “Okay, if you don’t get that, then I will hurt you.” 

Elain rolled her eyes. “Fine.” She went inside to change out of her dress. “Nesta, what do you guys do on Christmas Eve?” 

“We have dinner. Bake cookies with Tootsie. Force her to go to sleep and then go to sleep before placing her presents in front of the tree. Why?” 

Elain changed out of the dress and finally got out of the room. “I just don’t know what to expect. Do I get Azriel a gift?”

“Obviously.” Both ladies said at the same time. 

“What about my traditions with Daemon?” Elain enquired, taking the dress towards the counter. 

“Well, you tell Azriel about them and then he can join in,” Feyre informed her, taking the clothing article away from her. “I’m buying you this, as a gift.” 

Elain laughed. “It’s your birthday Feyre.”

“Yes, and the birthday girl wishes to buy her sister something that will get her laid. Repeatedly.” 

Nesta smirked. “Have you seen the marks on the girl? She’s definitely getting laid.” 

Elain blushed as both sisters laughed at her expense. “Well, if you’re done, I would like to go and get some Christmas shopping done.”

“Meet you at the restaurant.” Nesta waved at her as Elain left the shop, noticing her security detail following her. It had taken Elain a while to figure out what they looked like as they easily blended in with the crowd. She had been instructed not to interact with them unless it was an emergency, so as to not arouse suspicion.

She walked into a store and called Azriel. He picked up at one ring. “How’s lady’s-day-out going?” 

Elain laughed at the term. “It’s fun. How’s the father-son day going?” 

“It’s going.” Elain could hear Daemon shouting from behind asking Azriel to come back. “Ignore him. What’s up?” 

 Elain browsed through the store. “Was just wondering, if you prefer dark red or purple.” 

“Depends on what it is.” She could feel his smirk through the phone. 

“It’s a gift. For you.” 

“Hmm. Do I get to unwrap it?” 

Elain smiled as she eyed the negligee on display in front of her. “Maybe.” She sang out. 

“Both.” He growled out. “Get both of them.” 

Elain laughed. “As you wish master.” 

Azriel groaned from the other end. “You can’t say that El. Now I have a raging hard on and I have to play basketball with my son.” 

“Sucks to be you. See you later. Byee.” She quickly cut the call, but not before she heard Azriel mutter the word minx. Elain smiled at herself, not believing how great the past few weeks with Azriel had been. 

They had gotten into a very domestic routine. While Daemon was still not allowed to attend school, Azriel managed to get private tutors for him. He would get up early and make breakfast for all of them and leave for work, but not before leaving Elain with a kiss. Elain would go to the hospital and work there, who had surprisingly not mentioned anything about her unannounced absence. 

They would both return in the evening and spend time with Daemon and each other. They would have dinner together and after Daemon went to bed, they would enjoy each other’s presence, making up for the past ten years. 

They talked about their lives in the time that had passed. How things changed. What hadn’t changed. And they would fuck. A lot. 

But other than the physical intimacy, they both also had an emotional intimacy, which she had craved for. Elain knew she was once again falling for him. Or maybe she had never stopped loving him?

One thing Elain was sure of was that they both were very different from who they were when they were 18, but just like then, they were meant for each other. 

~~~~~

25 December

Azriel had never before been so excited for Christmas. He had spent the previous day in pajamas and watching horror movies with Elain. It was the tradition she shared with Daemon. 

Azriel had initially questioned why horror movies when Elain smirked at him stating that the reason was that it was different. Azriel had accepted and spent the entire day with his family. 

He looked at the tree set up in his living room, filled with gifts. He had another pile of gifts in his closet, but that was for three days later when Daemon would finally turn 10.

“When you said you bought a few gifts for Daemon, I didn’t think you meant a whole toy store,” Elain commented from behind him. He turned around and saw her standing with a cup of coffee in her hand, still in her reindeer pajamas. “It’s not that much is it?” 

Elain hesitated slightly before answering. “You can keep a few here and give the rest to him on his birthday. It’s on the 28th.”

Azriel brought his hand up to the back of his neck, smiling apologetically. “I already bought gifts for his birthday. Elain narrowed her eyes at him. 

“It better not be as many as this.” When he didn’t answer she stomped her leg. “Azriel Knight, you cannot give our child so many gifts in the span of a week. You’ll spoil him.” 

“But I have ten years to make up for.” He whispered softly and Elain shook her head at him. 

“No. Nuh-uh. You cannot use the sympathy card for this.”

Azriel was about to answer in rebuttal when an excited squeal came from the bottom of the staircase. “Ohmygosh Santa came!” 

Elain rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath. “Yes, it’s not like he doesn’t come every year.” Azriel frowned at her mockingly. 

“Dad look! There’s so many of them!” Azriel smiled at the sight of an overactive Daemon rushing from one side of the pile to the other, momentarily stopping to shake a few gifts. 

Elain sighed from behind him. “It’s like arguing with a brick wall. Enjoy, he’ll be expecting the same every year.”

Azriel just continued smiling, knowing that he would do the same every single year, even when Daemon gets old enough to know there’s no such thing as Santa.

“He’ll become like Dudley from Harry Potter,” Elain muttered and Azriel finally looked at her. She was frowning slightly at Daemon. 

“Are you okay?” He questioned as he saw tears form in her eyes. Elain nodded once before rushing into the kitchen. Azriel instantly followed behind her. He saw her hunched over the kitchen island. “What’s wrong El?”

Elain just shook her head. “I don’t know. I just feel so happy.” 

Azriel rubbed her back softly. “But why are you crying?” 

She snapped her head towards him and growled at him. “Because I want to.” 

Azriel reared back and raised his hands in surrender while Elain let out a deep sigh. “I’m sorry, I’m just not feeling very well. I love the gesture truly.”

He moved towards her, palming her cheeks with his hands. “You’re allowed to be moody Elain. It doesn’t make me love you any less.” 

Elain stiffened at his words and he realized what he had just said. 

“You love me?” She questioned so softly, her eyes so vulnerable. 

Azriel nodded. “I have never stopped loving you.” More tears started to form in her eyes and before he could say anything she pushed up on her toes and kissed him. 

“I love you too.” She said with a smile and Azriel pulled her in for a hug. They stayed there, embracing each other until Daemon’s voice called out for them.

~~~~~ 

28 December

Elain was exhausted. 

She was panting, her hair matted with sweat and her entire body was aching. When Azriel had told her what he wanted as a birthday present, she hadn’t expected it to be so tiring. 

Azriel took advantage of her absentmindedness and swiped her legs from underneath her, leaving her flat on her back. 

She lay on the mat, her body refusing to get up. 

“Come on, it was just a light spar.” Azriel chimed from above her. 

Elain groaned in annoyance. “And the one-hour workout before that?” 

“You need to learn how to fight. You asked me what I wanted for my birthday and this is it.” Azriel held out a hand for her. “Get up, we have to get ready for Daemon’s party.” She groaned once again before taking his hand and standing up. “Since we’re in a hurry, we could shower together?” Azriel suggested as he handed her a bottle of water. 

“I don’t think we’ll take less time in a shower together.” She smirked up at him. 

Azriel scowled and lifted Elain up, lurching her over his shoulder. He smacked her ass and started walking. “I wasn’t giving you a choice, woman.”

Elain giggled all the way to their shower. 

Soon, they were all ready and Daemon’s birthday party was in full swing. They had invited Elain’s sisters, as well as Lucien. 

While everyone was busy putting candles on Daemon’s cake, Elain brought out another cake for Azriel, which she had baked herself. 

The entire evening felt like a dream. 

She had started picking up plates, all the guests sitting in the living room when Daemon came towards her. “Mom, come out to the backyard, I want to show you something.” 

Elain left the plates and let Daemon drag her out, where she saw the entire backyard decked with candles along with light decorations. She saw the entire snow-filled area covered with rose petals. “Dae, who did this?” 

Daemon smiled at something behind her. Elain turned around and gasped at what she saw. 

Azriel, kneeling in front of her, a ring in hand. 

~~~~~

AN: I'm sorry for the delay!

I am still facing quite a few health issues, so I can't promise when I'll be able to upload the next chapter. Thank you for sticking along with me this long though!

[goongiveusnothing]

Yeah. I remember in 2015 even before Zayn left the band...harry was always so distant. Even when ot4 took selfies together, harry was always in the back, never smiling. And I remember so well how larries and harries manipulated their followers with “he’s not going solo” mantra every single day. That prick lied to his bandmates with “it’s only a break. We’re overworked. I want to take a break” then on December 30/31st 2015 he was laughing like a clown on that yacht with that baboon jeff signing his first solo contract. How fucking pathetic and embarrassing were those staged pap pics? They really called the paps to take pics of that moment. One of the cringest moments of his career. Seriously

those photos said it all. harry fake kissing jeff to even queerbait over it too. it's all that harry is. this cynical manipulative egotistical scheming guy who genuinely believes he's a generational talent and actor.

that date was the date of the end of the 1D contract. he didn't need to sign with the azoffs then, but he did, and did so publicly and deliberately because he was fucking relieved to be done with them all. remember him talking about crying his little panties about how he couldn't sing about sex and how he signed the contract because he finally could? a full grown babby man who wanted to enlighten us about his choking out women while doing cocaine that it literally made him sob his eye balls out.

yes, the larries were basically just helping the azoffs and harry scheme at that point. they spent the whole time lecturing the fans that harry wasn't going solo, there was no acting career, so that the fans basically let everything slide and didn't get mad about anything we could clearly see was happening. this let harry off the hook over the hiatus and everything else. they made it so much easier for harry to do what he did. no wonder he still panders to them.

i love that one behind the scenes video where louis and harry are sniping at each other, like they couldn't even take ONE video where they were looking like they were getting on, even in the one video which was silent, those two were done with each other. it was always OT3 in the background together, harry alone. even onstage they would ice each other out and harry was always off on his own, because he couldn't stand being near the others and vice versa. i think niall only went on harry's private jet because he didn't smoke, but not because they got on.

i keep saying it, but people really think niall is a low key mediator and friend to harry still, and i honestly don't see it. to me niall has been very curt about him, but if you look at all the videos of their interactions back then, niall was also fucking done with harry. he did not seem charmed or won over by him. it reminded me of the dunkirk guys looking like they just wanted harry to shut the fuck up in interviews. then at that concert they were seen at together a while back, they literally looked like they wanted to ignore each other the whole time, just standing there not even looking close or friendly or jokey. just awkward as fuck. and that's niall! who seems like he's the most chill (though honestly i do not think he's as chill as the fans believe) member of the band.

[alltheselights]

Emma you said:

Louis and his team also make terrible choices on what to show off to the limited, terrible media outlets that he does interviews with (like having him chainsmoke through every interview and talk about the band or the other boys' successes) rather than centering the focus of the media on the right things, like his incredible songwriting, his ideas about music, his voice, his intelligence, and his kindhearted nature. Oh, and let's not forget about having miserable photoshoot after miserable photoshoot where every photo has the same expression and the same two poses. They care more about promoting his personal life and showing what a chav he is than showing anything that would encourage people to give him and his music a chance, and it's not doing them any favors. All it does is allow these false negative ideas about him (like the one related to Zayn) to fester with nothing positive or interesting to counter it.

And I TOTALLY AGREE. But I wonder why do you think louis also makes choices to promote his chavy life style? Do you think he thinks showing his real self will make him seem soft and gay? It kind of makes me think he is afraid/ashamed of his flamboyance and tries to compensate this with the chavy style. He is basically erasing his flamboyance. I also tend to think Simo flying louis over after GAY concert and telling him off about his gayness made Louis feel ashamed or small and that is one of the reasons he killed his old flamboyance. Everybody would be ashamed if someone higher up told them off about that. The years of physical training to get rid of the flamboyance definitely took a toll on him as well. On top of that Louis also sings in his songs that he he spend his whole life thinking he had to change (his behaviour, style, flamboyance) so it indeed confirms that it made him feel ashamed and he though he indeed needed to change because he felt so ashamed. He chose to change himself into a chav because he was ashamed of it and he may think it could have affected the band.

I think all of these factors play a part in why chavy Louis is Louis' main focus. He is traumatized and ashamed and perhaps even afraid. What do you think, Em?

I don't think he's ashamed. I think it's likely that Louis continues hiding his flamboyance because of muscle memory from media training in those days. You still see it slip out any time he lets his guard down.

I also think the biggest part of Louis' decision to embrace the chav image is from his desire to appeal to a certain demographic in the UK - the same demographic that typically consumes the music he wants to make. He thinks those audiences want to see him looking hard and smoking and drinking. As we've seen again and again, however, those audiences aren't regularly tuning in to listen to Louis' music, so it hasn't paid off. Instead, I suspect that how heavily they've leaned into that image has turned other potential audiences off of Louis' music - I mean, I can tell you that as someone who listens to a fairly wide variety of music, if I was consistently seeing an artist doing grumpy photoshoots with two poses and the entire article focused on how he was blowing smoke in the interviewer's face, that wouldn't exactly interest me in his music or make me want to know more about him.

I don't think Louis needs to wear sequins or crazy outfits or act over-the-top flamboyant to gain a fanbase - it doesn't suit him, it's not what he wants, it doesn't fit with the music he enjoys making, and I don't think it would do him anymore favors than his current image would. But I do think that Louis should embrace more of his personality in all its complexity - his intelligence, his kindness, his generosity, his thoughtfulness, his humor, his fashion sense, a little bit of his natural flamboyance, and his amazing smile. I think it would make a MASSIVE difference for him to put out promo images of him smiling, cut back on making smoking and drinking out to be his only personality traits, and focus on his brain and talent over all else.

None of the people in Louis' audience at his shows or the people buying his music are doing so because they saw him frown on the cover of a magazine or hear he smokes a pack a day. They're doing it because his music touches them and because he as a person is brilliant and kind and sweet and makes them feel safe.

If Louis' team wasn't so useless, they'd understand that.

[dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram]

(1/10) More thoughts on the Every Single Album podcast - So many terrible takes about Harry’s hair. 1. His hair looked fine! It looked like normal long hair looks! It just didn’t look like styled hair in shampoo commercials. 2. If it had been greasy and unkempt, making fun of him wouldn’t be the way to go - it’s hard enough being a person let alone with that much scrutiny on how you look. 3. How do they square this commentary with their celebration of the message of treat people with kindness?

(2/10)The section where they talk about whether or not Harry is pandering to fans with the rainbow stuff is so interesting. Especially how Nora talks about how Harry is different from Taylor because he has been showing support for longer. And although she mentions Harry ‘not labeling his sexuality’ she doesn’t really talk about the possibilities other than as Harry caring about his fans. I think the existence of closeting in the present is something that is kind of unsayable.

(3/10)Which I kind of get, but I think that in itself reinforces the closet and does a lot of harm. I am so interested in these ideas in the context of Harry doing My Policeman. After I listened to their podcast I went and listened to Heartbreak Weather. I liked some of the songs and can see the 6th One Direction album angle but I think my appreciation of One Direction is really wrapped up in both the stories I’m telling about them and also my experience of being in fandom.

(4/10) I never went to a show but I did experience the collective joy night after night through video clips, terrible live streams, and gifs. And although I don’t really connect with Harry’s music I can see where going to live shows or experiencing it through online fandom would make me feel different. It’s sad that Niall didn’t get to tour that album. Lewis Capaldi as Nialls most important collaborator is a good call from Nora (I also watched Niall’s Homecoming doc thing and was very charmed!)

(5/10) I quite like Nora and Nathan’s dynamic, and thought the discussion of whether Niall’s ever been in love quite funny. Now I’m telling myself a story where after seeing Harry and Louis fall in love at such a young age he yearns for a soulmate! I’m being tongue-in-cheek here but he did keep talking about going on nice dates with Lewis Capaldi in the docu…

(6/10) Alright I’ve just listened to the Louis, Liam and Zayn podcast. I loved what they said about Louis, especially Nora’s comment about how much it made her see Louis as the center of One Direction’s sound. I know it’s the story I’m telling but I’ve always thought that One Direction would have been the most different if Louis hadn’t been in the band, both in terms of the sound and in the relationship dynamics of the band.

(7/10) I think Louis had a strong relationship with each member of the band and it made them all gel together better. I wish they had talked more about Walls because one of the things that I absolutely love about Louis and his songwriting is the emotional maturity and vulnerability of his lyrics. They’re reflective and straightforward, and have a sort of honest optimism that I really connect with.

(8/10)The line from Two of Us “We’ll end just like we started, just you and me and no one else” just really hits me hard. This is definitely more connected to my life but I find it really profound. The enormity of feeling of having a child and the enormity of feeling of losing a mom.

(9/10)Peak Nora: Definitely the comment about No Control being Louis exerting his heterosexuality - I can’t get over how hilarious that is! Peak Nathan: I can’t decide if peak Nathan is his love for I Should Have Kissed You that came out of nowhere, or if it’s all the almost larry comments that then swerve in the total opposite direction. Worst Moment: Either moralising about smoking or the comments on Harry’s hair, I think.

(10/10) Best Moment: I think broadly the best moment is just how engaged and excited they are about One Direction and each of their music. Do you have any best/worst/peak moments? Next up Harry's House! The only song I have heard is As It Was so I think I'm gonna listen through before I listen to the podcast. (Sorry for the mammoth ask - this was my entertainment while sick so I had a lot of time to think!)

*******

Thanks so much for coming back with your thoughts I found them super interesting. Definitely made me feel like I wanted to relisten to the whole thing. Really loved your thoughts on Walls. I'm so looking forward to Louis' new album, even though I am mourning that it seems like we've lost some specificity from Walls.

Love the idea off having some podcast categories. If they ever do any more 1D episodes (I would love a FITF episode, but fear it's unlikely) I will do these categories episode by episode.

Peak Nathan: Two things - being scandalised about references to smoking and his suggestions that he knows what is going on in Harry's love life and he treated Taylor and other women badly.

Peak Nora: Agree about Peak Nora being her suggesting that No Control was Louis exerting his heterosexuality. I also loved when she was talking about Love Me Goodbye and was like 'Louis obviously has a strong need for physical intimacy'. I am absolutely fascinated by her image of hypothetically straight and very horny Louis and love that she believes it.

Best Moment: Totally agree it was the combination of love and seriousness.

[lhhomefics]

My 2022 fics

I wanted to organize all my 2022 fics in one fic post so here it is. You can find me on ao3 as Lhhome.

Worth the Risk

“Hmm.. I guess. I just want someone I can take the risks for H. Is that too much to ask for?” Louis sighs and flops backwards. “It isn’t too much to ask for and it sucks that there are things we have to worry about, that there is even a risk to be taken but well, maybe that's what love is, something that’s going to be worth the risk.” Harry says with a half shrug.

The one where Lando Norris just wants to flirt with the cute guy he saw from across the room and Louis finally finds someone who is worth the risk.

Know my worth

“Oh Zayn doesn’t smoke…” Harry gets more confident as she identifies something with which she can identify someone for Louis. She hesitates for a second before adding, “well anymore… she did before.. But no, I’m sure now that you’re talking about Melissa.”

head all full of stuffin'

“I don’t!”

That’s what Louis had said on live television a little over a month ago when asked whether he thinks scarecrows are sentient creatures. He is severely regretting that right at this moment.

no gettin' through without you

Harry doesn’t know what to do anymore; there doesn’t seem to be a point to his life. He shouldn’t have kept Nick waiting for him - it wasn’t fair to Nick.

Mirrors

Mirrors are for her not for him.

Just Me

Liam has a great support system but sometimes it can get too much and writing things out in secret helps.

A Matter of Pride

Not at the game Niall takes pride in being the best at.

Ordinary Day

There was no indication that the day would be anything out of the ordinary.

Tears on Paper

Harry

Who wasn’t

supposed to see

Nasha Tera

As Zayn goes through some internal and external struggles which she terms an existential crisis she meets some people that help her find the community she has been searching for.

Maybe Tomorrow?

Louis resumes walking towards his apartment, lost in thoughts of Harry and how much he wishes he could just ignore his insecurities and also skip over the part where he has to figure out if Harry could even feel the same way as Louis does without ruining their friendship and just get to a part where they are together. It’s only as he is in bed and drifting off to sleep with images of a laughing Harry that Louis realises that he never told Niall his name.

Bluebirds Fly

Orville would laugh at the cheeky brat for that if he weren’t so turned on by it. The words go right to Orville’s dick and he finally lets go of his cock as Harry leans over him to open the drawer in the vanity behind him, deliberately leaning his chest near Orville’s mouth. As Orville reaches up to grab at Harry’s breasts, Harry pulls back with a bottle of lube and some condoms in his hand. It’s Orville’s turn to scowl, holding his mask’s fringe to the left dramatically as he does. He knows he looks scary, but the teasing brat just giggles and pokes his tongue out. “Now, cowboy, no touching these goods right now or we’ll never get to anything else.”

Orville gets railed by his little bluebird on Harryween.

Right Now I Can’t See Straight

Just as Zayn is about to back away through her open door, the woman opens her eyes and looks right into hers, freezing Zayn into place. Cheeks flushed, she stumbles back into her apartment and closes her door, but not before the woman winks at her. Sitting on the floor of the barely furnished studio, Zayn tries to calm her heartbeat as well as ignore the growing feeling of arousal. The only thing assuaging her guilt is the fact that apparently the women did not mind being watched.

Zayn has some interesting neighbours in her new building.

Blinding Lights

“Hmm this won’t do,” she tuts and stops behind Harry. Bending down she slowly moves the woman’s curly locks to her shoulder and trails her tanned hand down the smooth, pale back, stopping at the bra. She pulls the pink fabric backwards and then releases it, satisfied with the snap it makes as it hits Harry’s skin.

Need Love

“Fine fine I love all of you, can’t live without you! Now will you tell me where Harry is?” she exclaims letting the exasperation seep in. First she has to deal with Harry being a right brat, storming away right in the middle of doing their groceries. Then Niall is too busy with her first love, golf, to even register where Harry is. Now Zayn just has to stand there looking perfect in a short black graphic crop top and knee length jean skirt, smirking and distracting her from what’s important.

Harry and Louis fighting is rare but leads to some great stress-relieving sex for everyone.

Moonstruck

“Hello, I’m Louis,” he introduces himself to Emma in a raspy voice, putting an arm around Harry’s waist as he does so. Well, that answered Emma’s unvoiced question because she hadn’t been entirely sure about Florence’s intentions when introducing her to Harry. Ever since their breakup last year Florence had introduced them to a lot of people of all genders she wanted to set them up with ignoring their talk of being happily single.

Harry is just trying to figure himself out, Louis just wants to help his long-term partner but doesn’t know how and Emma’s best friend Florence just might claim she is a matchmaker.

[forzafinally]

" And then calling tightrope a sex song doesn't sit right with me." Yeah the reviewer bizarrely decided that the line about his legs being across her torso was about sex, I guess to use as proof of his obsession with sex. lol. Maybe he's not the one obsessed with sex if you're the one seeing sex even in places where it doesn't exist.

There are three sentences in the review that leave me furious apart from the blatant reference to the Capitol riots (which once again I don't see why it was necessary to include in the first place).

"But he’s never sounded like this much of an amateur, the shimmer and sheen of his earlier music reduced to the rumpled nonchalance of another stoned guy who thinks he can rap."

"Nobody Is Listening is a record born of the Justin Bieber school of R&B: blathering and diluted, a derivation of a derivation."

"It’s yet another low bar he congratulates himself for clearing—knowing that no matter what he sings, legions of fans will listen"

[nightswithkookmin]

Hello, hope you have a good day. I know it maybe unpopular opinion but I kinda feel surprised when they announced the song we all thought (or its just me) that will be Jimin first solo ost turn out to be a duet song with HSW. They never mentioned HSW name in the first place which kind of weird then suddenly he is in the song. I really want to hear your opinion. Is it just me feeling so sensitive when it comes to Jimin? Haha😂

Well it better be about how they are friends, friends, friends or I'm gonna be pissed😐

Let's start there.

The actual homophobia of preventing Tae from making a gay song with Jimin to have him sing about love and romance with anybody else would be atrocious.

Also son of a bish! Can't believe he actually beat BTS to make a song with Jimin when Jungkook has been trying for years to get a duet with Jimin😐

Jungkook and I object.

Jungkook better write a song for you and Jimin and push harder, speak up more someone is taking your man🤣

But on the other hand, I'm still happy for Jimin regardless to be stepping out of his comfort zone, pursuing gigs outside OT7 and ACTUALLY TAKING HIS CAREER SERIOUSLY.

Do you know how many times i have anonymously trolled and emailed Bighit to set that man free let him have a solo IG, let him have solo model gigs, let him do collabs outside BTS instead of being someone else's backing vocalist? THAT MAN IS A GEM AND HE NEEDS TO FLY OUT MORE SHOW UP MORE INSERT HIMSELF IN DIFFERENT ENVIRONMENTS AND TRY ON DIFFERENT THINGS EXPERIMENT MORE WITH HIS MUSIC HIS SOUND SMOKE WEED COLLAB WITH TAEMIN RELEASE A CRAZY MUSIC VIDEO WITH LOTS AND LOTS OF GAY PEOPLE

MY DREAMS ARE COMING THROUGH

its sungwoon, next it's Taemin, Lisa, Harry styles OMG ZAYN X JIMIN😭😭😭

Omg

OMG

while we are wishing, prayer circle for this JM pls

i miss my wattpad days😭

i think for Jimin who likes to test waters before jumping in this is a great starting point. He should do more of this. A solo OST would have been 🤯🤯🤯

I guess we'd have to hear it to see if a duet was really necessary or how relevant it was to have both artists on the song.

Also, i wonder if this was purely a marketing move or just both artists thinking it would be AMAZING to feature eachother.

I'm gonna start listening to the other Artist to see what he is all about 💀

The way I didn't care about him till now😫

The power of Park Jimin

i have no thoughts on this

[blouisparadise]

Today we have the third part to our rec list of BL college/university fics! You can also find part one to this rec list here and part two to this rec list here. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like this post and reblog to spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Understanding Silences | Explicit | 3487 words

Staring at the black swirling ink was something everyone did, fantasizing the voice speaking those words, picturing the scenario that would lead them to find their soulmate. Harry did that too, only, he wondered why would those be his soulmate's first words. It was not a light curiosity, it was a big question in his life.

2) I Don't Want A Taste (I Want It All) | Explicit | 3865 words

What Louis really needed was a fat fucking nap.

What Louis got instead was some hipster-looking wannabe arguing with him over the validity of avocado toast.

3) Signed, No Name | Mature | 4647 words

Harry doesn’t know Blue, he just knows that he leaves random notes in the corners of the books he checks out, and he’s head over heels for him.

4) Fratboy In Love | Mature | 6830 words

Harry Styles was a frat boy who loved to sleep around and flirt with boys and girls. Louis was a good uni student who loved to stay in amd study and wasn't much of a partier.

Insert his best friend Niall who talks him into going. Louis gets drunk and ends up sleeping with harry. The next day he leaves before Harry wakes amd tries to avoid him at all costs. Thinking Harry wouldn't care since Louis was just another conquest. But what if Harry did care. And actually have a crush on Louis. Read and find out.

5) Feels So Right | Explicit | 8804 words

The emcee leans in between them, handing over his mic to the blue-eyed vision. “You know what? Someday… Someday you guys might thank me for this...”

6) You're The Only One Who's Making Me Come, To My Sinful Senses | Explicit | 9355 words

Louis the dance major and Harry the business major meet on Tinder. They hook up regularly and come to find out they like each other more than they let on.

7) One Day You'll See (All The Things That We Can Be) | Mature | 10657 words

Louis has a problem; he's in love with his best mate.

8) Hate To Smoke (Without Me) | Mature | 12164 words

Sleep. Harry just wants one good night of sleep.  However, his neighbour has a thing for headboard-banging-against-the-wall-sex every night.  After a secret set-up and a bet, Harry may finally get the sleep he so much desires.

9) Like Spilled Garnets | Explicit | 14316 words

AU where Harry and Niall are vampires who go to college as a hobby,  Louis is the human willing to endure any adversities that come with dating an ancient vampire,  and Liam is the over protective best friend.

10) It's Hard To Look Right At You, Baby | Explicit | 14584 words

Coffee Shop AU where Louis is going through a dry spell, Zayn wants to be a good friend and help Louis find someone, and Harry ends up finding him instead.

11) I Couldn’t Face A Life Without Your Light | Mature | 15538 words

Louis and Harry are college students who haven't been the same in the past two years.

12) Sometimes A Fantasy | Explicit | 18654 words

There’s nothing to complain about when Harry’s walking around their flat with his cock swinging about, nothing to complain about when Harry’s pressing himself up against Louis’ naked backside when he’s reaching for a mug in their cupboards, and nothing to complain about when Harry’s got his hand firm on Louis’ arse when they’re cuddling on the couch.

So, in reality, it’s really fucking weird, and Louis knows that.

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it.

13) Even The Best Laid Plans | Explicit | 25190 words

Louis wants to have sex with someone and decides Harry is the perfect alpha for the job.

14) Hold Onto This Heaven (Of Yours) | Explicit | 25213 words

An ode to being too young, too sad, and too in love.

15) The Devil’s In The Details | Explicit | 25372 words | Sequel

He squeals when Harry smacks his bum as he bends over to pick up his bag, swinging it over his shoulder. Harry smiles smugly at him, bottom lip caught between his teeth. “When are you going to start calling me professor?” He asks.

“When you actually are one,” Louis says with his hand on the doorknob. He cocks his head to the side in curiosity. “Isn’t that how words work? You did study English, right?”

Louis’ quick to slip out the door before Harry can smack him again, his laugh echoing through the hallways as he makes his way to his next class with flushed cheeks and a bright smile.

16) Short And Sweet | Explicit | 29658 words

Louis is a shy university student in a world scarce of male omegas. He’s always dreamt of having an alpha despite his sheltered upbringing, fantasizing about being loved and cared for. He’s immediately smitten by the mysterious alpha with curly hair, broad shoulders, and the addictive coffee scent.

17) Push You Out, Pull You Back In | Explicit | 31544 words

Harry hates feeling vulnerable. Louis is set on breaking through his tough facade.

18) Marks On My Baby | Explicit | 31628 words

“What’s that?” Harry hadn’t meant for his voice to sound so sharp and even he winced at his own outburst. It was more of a hiss than an actual question, but for now, he was too surprised to care.

“What’s what?” The omega asked, eyebrows raised and lips pinched. Harry knew he was probably mad at him for interrupting his rant, but the alpha was too on edge to bother pleasing the boy.

“On your neck… Your bondmark spot…” His voice had grown low and deep, almost a growl.

Who knew a single love bite on his omega friend's neck would trigger Harry this much? Certainly not the alpha himself.

19) Smoke Between Your Teeth | Explicit | 37015 words

Louis tries to stop his addiction to cigarettes and discovers he's been addicted to Harry for much, much longer.

20) The Row House | Explicit | 44287 words

Going from friends to lovers is never easy. But what about when you've already crossed that line and suddenly, you have to deal with what comes after?

Fresh Meat-inspired fic where a bunch of young university-students live in a row house near uni together and all have their issues to deal with.

21) Know I Think You're Awesome, Right? | Explicit | 60108 words

“Well, that’s not very Treat People With Kindness of you.”

“Neither is approaching someone with the sole intent of criticizing a cause they’re clearly passionate about, given the amount of time they’ve dedicated to advocating for it,” Louis snaps.

“Sure, but I’m not the one with the button,” Harry shrugs.

“So, is there actually something I can help you with, or did you just come to push me into pepper spraying you as well?” Louis is quickly growing impatient. Hell, he was impatient the moment that Harry made his grand entrance on campus yesterday.

“I’m just trying to assess the environment here,” Harry says, “Because if this is all you’ve got to offer trans people who just want to be able to use the bathroom in peace like the rest of us, then I’m not sure I fit in.”

“Allow me to save you the trouble, then: you don’t.”

22) Don't Think About The Consequences | Explicit | 70478 words

Can you shut up, for once?” Styles asks, and Louis’ eyes widen in shock. He opens his mouth, and Styles can tell he’s going to start yelling again about something absurd that Styles really doesn’t want to listen to. Professor Styles keeps talking instead, not giving Louis the chance to yell. “How…. how do you go from flirting with me in the middle of class to these annoying outbursts of anger? Can’t you just, can’t you just…” Fuck it.

He leans in, and molds his lips against Louis’ open mouth. The wind gets knocked out of him when their lips finally meet, and he can finally feel Louis’ softness against his own lips. His hands reach up to cup Louis’ face, as Louis leans closer to Styles and he finally relaxes into Styles’ embrace. Styles doesn’t deepen the kiss, instead he pulls away and ghosts his lips across Louis’ while he comprehends what he just did fully. Fuck.

23) Flash Back To Me | Explicit | 73066 words words | Sequel

Louis narrows his eyes, wanting more than anything to tell Liam to go fuck himself, but he can’t be sure, is the thing. As much as he knows for a fact that he would never date someone like Harry Styles, he has months missing from his memory. And it’s scary to think that, in that time, everything he’s come to know about himself could have changed so drastically.

24) Darling | Mature | 110147 words

"Why do you call him darling?"

I looked at Liam and felt my features soften.

"Because he's a darling. He's absolutely the most precious thing I've ever seen. He's a darling boy and I just want all of him and only him."

25) Never Be | Explicit | 117522 words

The one where Harry Styles moves to Connecticut from England for nine months as a part of a study abroad program, and he just so happens to move in with Louis Tomlinson and family.

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