#if you looked through all the photos thank you there are a lot but i wanted all of them! đ
FIRST WORD â girl dad!gojo satoru
girl dad satoru, established relationship (youâre married, it is indicated that you have two other kids besides the little one that appears in this drabble), nanami cameo, suggestive credits at the end (breeding hinted, just to be safe), sry this lowkey sucks + not proofread, i typed it out in 10 mins but i hope you enjoy!
satoru is trying really hard to get his little daughter to say âpapaâ, but oh well
âcome on, my life â say itâ
satoru, crouched down before the baby chair where his little daughter is sitting, a picture of his face in one hand while the other alternates between pointing at the photo and then at his face, slowly repeats, over and over, with utmost perseverance and patience, the first word he wishes his little one would utterâ
âpa-paâ, he carefully speaks, syllable by syllable. âpa-paâ, and again. âcome on, baby â at least you donât betray me, i know youâre papaâs girl â come on now, say itâ, he pleads.
this has been going on for the past few weeks.
your entire house currently looks like the room of a teenager where itâs posters on the walls and little trinkets on the shelves, courtesy of heavy hyperfixations. but instead of posters and trinkets itâs your husbandâs face, everywhere. kitchen, living room, hallways, your babyâs room â every-single-where and every-single-surface and wall has the photograph of your husbandâs face on it. he even purchased custom-made plushies and toys of himself, some of which are hanging from the musical baby mobile above your daughterâs crib â but instead of music itâs his voice, teaching his toddler through made-up songs how to say âpapaâ.
âsatoru, donât you think this is a little bit, umâ â, you once brought up, pausing to clear your throat, trying your best to sound softer while you say this. knowing how sensitive he is about the matter, and how devoted to have this innocuous win â ââŠtoo much? hm, love? itâs like youâre⊠brainwashing the babyâŠâ
lips immediately pursed, satoru pouted under his nose â âeasy for you to say, our two other kids said âmamaâ first â effortlessly, at that. let me have this one at leastâ
okay, you shrugged and backed off.
and this morning, as you sipped on your coffee, you silently watched your husband in the kitchen â kneeled down before the baby chair, going about his educational routine.
after he was done with the photos, he took your daughterâs hand and pressed her fingers on his lips, while he kept repeating the word âpapaâ. he said that this method allows the baby to see the way your mouth moves as you speak but also hear and feel the sound all at the same time. (he sure has read a lot of things on the internet)
but your little one remained silent, only giggling here and there as she poked around her fatherâs face, completely refusing to cooperate with him despite his desperate attempts.
it is an endearing sight, really. part of you felt pity for your husband, you cannot lie. he was trying so hard, and for what...
all of a sudden,
the doorbell rings.
âiâll take itâ, you quickly pad over to open the door.
itâs nanami â dropping by with some baked treats for the kids, as he often does. your children love him a lot. during dinner gatherings he always sneaks away to read them bedtime stories. even though he doesnât look like the type on the surface, he sure has a soft spot for children. and, truth be told, they are all naturally drawn to him as well. maybe itâs his calm demeanor and the sense of safety he brings along with his presence.
âah, thank you â these look so delicious, i am sure the kids will die for a biteâ, you chime, as you guide him into the kitchen.
âohâ nanami, itâs youâ, satoru casually points out without even turning his head to greet him, his eyes glued on his little daughter⊠who seems to be looking elsewhere, past her fatherâŠ
âŠat nanami.
a bit bothered by that, satoru shifts a little bit to the side, to block the view â to, once again, be the main focus in his daughterâs eyes. but, alasâŠ
she tilts her head, googly eyes glancing at the blond man behind her father.
she opens her mouth, a giggle first escapes, and thenâ
âna-naââ, she pauses⊠ââmiâ â a beam of laughter and her hands reaching forward, pointing at nanami.
silence in the kitchen befalls.
you cover your mouth with a hand, trying to prevent yourself from bursting into laughter. itâs tragic but funny at the same time, and you know â in just a few seconds the real baby in this room will not be your daughter.
ânanamiâ, satoru slowly stands up, shoulders hanging low and voice â monotone and stern. âget outâ
p.s.: satoru makes a scene. he is absolutely devastated. you have to drag him away and pick up the pieces and calm him down. and, of course, he thinks â the only way to make things better is to give him another child. a new opportunityâŠand you need to get down to business, now. while nanami is babysitting downstairs.
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passenger princess / ln4
established relationship lando norris x fem!reader
no use of y/n, as always.
in which the weekend takes a twist, and all you want is a baby.
prompt⯠hi! first of all, i absolutely ADORE your writing. iâve been reading all of your stuff for the past few days!! second, i was scrolling on pinterest and i rediscovered the lando daddy bracelet pic. that combined with THE dutch gp pic made me be down even worse for him. with that i request a fic with an established reader x lando relationship. thatâs set during the weekend of the 2024 dutch gp. where he wears the bracelet over the course of the weekend and it gets you(? or me? idk how to phrase that) really worked up, and after he wins they fuck while heâs still wearing it. and itâs like the most rough feral sex known to mankind. but at the end you want him to come in you and heâs like âoh you wanna make me a daddyâ. like yes it is a slight breeding kink but itâs more of the idea of the bracelet and how he definitely knew what he was doing when he wore it (in the fic and irl too tbh). thatâs the general idea but feel free to put your own spin on it!! i am incredibly down bad for him and that photo did something to me. ty đ€đ§Ą
a/n ⯠yeah tbh i got no excuse for this one chat...like...how could i not resist a breeding kink...i know y'all want it too. but for real--- thank you anon for being patient. i had a lot of fun writing this in between doing work. writing is an escape for me. thank you to all for the continued support, and i'll be continuing to get through asks as time moves along. comment below to be added to my taglist, or comment in general! i love replying to all of them as much as i can.
warnings ⯠SMUT 18+++!!! minors DNI!!!, language, choking, p in v sex (wrap before you tap!), fingering!(f)receiving, breeding kink, impregnation, teasing, possessiveness, jealousy, creampie, begging, mating press-- allat shit tbh. if i miss a warning, let me know.
wc ⯠8.5k (unedited.)
things had begun to be different between you and lando. you couldnât pinpoint the exact moment when the gears shifted, the stars aligned, though you only cared how good it made you feel with him.Â
but he knew. he knew exactly when.
youâd been dating lando for two years now. it was two years of pure blissâ the exciting lifestyle that youâve craved, the love and care, the passion that you shared with him was exquisitely yours. he is yours. and you are his.
that morning in the paddock he was speaking to max, chattering about the post collision from hungaroring. they seemed to make up in due time, finding it easier to call one another âbrotherâsâ again, despite the damages done to their cars and the media in an uproar about their impish, punitive behaviors. you didnât spare any glance towards the comments made about it, knowing that lando had been in a rough shape that weekend.Â
you played with penelope, p, as they were talking, squatted on the ground with colored pens in your hand. kelly loomed behind, on her phone, thankful enough that you could occupy her for the time being. you had no issue entertaining her. you loved being around childrenâŠmost of the time.Â
âthis one?â you held out the red pen for p, as she was pointing to with a bashful look. she was shyâ especially around you, given your ethereal, wanderlust nature. you carried yourself in such an elegant way that could facilitate a ray of sunlight through the most tepid storms.Â
she nodded and you handed it to her. she latched her smaller hand around it, coloring in the rb20 from her sketchbook. your hand fell beneath your chin as you watched her carefully color inside the lines, dreading falling out of it. you smiled as she did, the dress you wore crinkling fashionably around your thighs.Â
p flashed the page at you nervously, awaiting her input. your eyes glowed, sparkles falling onto the page as you scanned it. she really did do a good job.
âbeautiful, p!â you commented, your palm splaying over her upper back. âyouâre really good at this, you know?â
a shade of red filled her cheeks, warming her skin. you hadnât meant to embarrass her, nor make her nervous.Â
âdo you want to color one with me?â you asked her, pointing to the pages in the book. she hesitated for a moment, as if she didnât hear you properly, but ended up nodding with the same excitement that she did when sheâd see max on the podium. âyou pick. somethingâŠpretty.â
the gears were turning in her head as she flipped through the pages, trying to find the perfect one for you and her to work on. you, on the other hand, were focused on how her brows scrunched together as she furiously searched through her booklet. it was cute the way she perceived things. she was a cutie. it made you think about your own future, what you wanted.Â
what you wanted,
your eyes drifted from the carpeted floors inside the hospitality room, to the shoes that he wore, and up his black jeans to the papaya livery he sported for the day. you lingered on the expanse of his chest, the tan skin peaking through the v-neck of his unbuttoned collar. your mouth watered instinctively, thinking about how lucky you were to have a man like lando love you so deeply.
as you glanced further up towards his chin, the unshaved rigid surface that sparked electricity over your body, you found him already looking down at you. he wasnât even paying attention to max at this point, already giving you all of his attention and you didnât even need to ask.Â
you gave him a smile, covering your lips afterward to stifle your giggle, and turned back to p once she tapped you that sheâd found a picture for the two of you to color.
âmate?â
lando was lost in a daze staring at you. gawking at your figure, the dress you decided to wear. it was a denim colored sheath that youâd twin with alexandra with. sheâd wear the gia dress in a pomegranate hue, whereas you took the navy.Â
landoâs hand was cupped against his chin, rubbing over his stubble, keen on watching how you interacted with p.Â
your relationship had progressed further than heâs ever gotten to before in his life. he was at a point where he knew he didnât want anyone else, to explore someone elseâs body the way he did yours. he knew you, inside and out, and he didnât think another connection was even fathomable.Â
you appeared to be so gentle with her, taking the time to listen to what she wanted you to do, how to color, maneuver the pens. there would be no outside the line coloring on her watch, that was for sure.Â
he found himself smiling bright.Â
do you want kids?Â
he knew that he did. he always knew that. but heâd never broach the subject to you directly. your relationship with him was secure, but was it eligible to be taken to the next level? would you be frightened by his sudden urge to create a life with you? a product of him, and the most beautiful woman heâs ever seen?
âyeah? sorry.â lando looked back towards max. but it was too late, and max was looking over his shoulder towards you and p.
when he looked back towards lando, he threw his hands up in defense. max rolled his eyes. âdonât know why you havenât proposed to her yet. whatâre you waiting for?âÂ
lando bristled. he waited a moment to answer, wondering the same fucking thing. what was he waiting on? the perfect time, perhaps. summer break was rapidly approaching, and he certainly had a ring picked out.Â
the papaya clad driver pulled out his phone and scrolled through his photos, settled on the right one, and handed it to max. the other driver took it, zooming in, not that he needed to.Â
âwhen?â
lando shrugged. âsummer break. greece, maybe.âÂ
max cheered, slapping his hand over his mouth in shock. âyouâre serious, mate?â lando nodded. max pulled him in for a hug, slapping him over the back. he couldnât be happier for his best friend in this moment, starting to jump up and down. lando settled him down and slid his phone back into his pocket.Â
âkeep it quiet. i want her to be surprised.âÂ
max made a motion of a lock and key. âsurprised about what?âÂ
lando felt giddy.
you hadnât been paying much attention to what lando nor max were chittering about. youâd been so hyper focused on coloring with p, that you were absent minded of the conversation behind you.Â
p had picked out a cartoon illustration of max and lando smiling towards the viewer. youâd thought it was an adorable choice, and it showed that p was more aware than what she led on to be. she, of course, started coloring in max. with his neutrally blonde hair, redbull cap, she was fast working.Â
but then she shoved the book towards you, politely anyways, and pointed at lando, who was yet to be colored in.Â
âmy turn?â she nodded her head, handing you the orange marker.Â
you grinned, carefully coloring in the lines of the drawing before p took a deep breath. âare you and lando married?âÂ
the question had you freeze momentarily, taken back by her question. âno, p, weâre not.âÂ
you continued to color, whilst she continued to question. âwhy not?â
âbecause he hasnât asked me.â
âwhy donât you ask him?âÂ
âiâm not sure thatâs what he wants.â
p raised a brow. she looked towards lando and max, giggling together like school girls, then back to you and your focused coloring.
she handed you a brown marker for landoâs curls. âi think you should.â
now it was your turn to be inquisitive, âreally, now?â
she nodded her head without hesitating. âthen youâd be my aunt!â she giggled.Â
you colored in landoâs curls, carefully, diligently, thinking of how they felt beneath your fingertips. your breath hitched thinking about the thought of him proposing, wondering if he had ever even thought about it. you knew what your answer would be. it wouldnât even take a beat of your heart to give him in answer, if he chose to ask. if he chose you.Â
with one final stripe of a black marker, your drawing of lando had been finished. you stood up, and so did p.Â
âare you going to have babies?â
âp!â you gasped, mouth dropping. âthatâs none of your business, young lady.âÂ
she laughed, twirling around. âwhat? thatâs what mama says happens when you love someone.â confident, wasnât she? âdo you love lando?â
âof course i do, p.â
she gasped.
âis there a baby in there right now?!â she seemed concerned, becoming so bold as to touch your stomach. it was a little higher than where your womb sat beneath your skin, but close enough.Â
you shook your head. âno, honey. i am not having a baby right now.âÂ
she looked disappointed. taking her hand back, she crossed them over her chest.Â
âpenelope, what are you going on about?â kelly finally chimed in, rubbing pâs back with her hand.Â
ânothing.âÂ
but it wasnât nothing.
lando appeared behind you, a hand on your lower back. you leaned into him, recognizing his touch, and you got a brief wave of panic wondering if he heard your conversation with p.Â
âp,â lando said over your shoulder. she looked up. âdo you still have your bracelet making kit?âÂ
she nodded again, though you werenât quite sure what heâd need it for. you guessed youâd find out eventually, because lando uttered, âitâs a secret, sorry baby.â
and he followed p to her small table, pulling out the kit from her backpack. she had taken landoâs hand to guide him, and you watched fondly.Â
too fondly, you thought, and knew you were in deep shit.
the morning of the dutch grand prix had you biting at the corners of your fingernails with anticipation. the summer break you had spent with lando was more than you could imagineâ filled with delicious foods, sunny weather, morning swims, and of course, the sex. with more free time that lando had, he was utterly obsessed with you. he worshiped the ground you walked on, and it made you feel like more than the queen you deserved to be.Â
in the paddock you stood, shifting on your feet, anxiously fiddling with your purse once your fingernails sufficed. lily joined at your side, ethereal with her effortless beauty, and she nudged you with her elbow. âyou look nervous,â she gave a short laugh.
you scoffed but joined in on her antics. âdo i?â you certainly did. lily raised her brows to inquire further of your apparent distress.Â
relenting, you couldnât resist her. there was no reason toâ you were both practically attached at the hip. ever since oscar had been signed to mclaren, the two of you were inseparable. the famous mclaren WAGs.Â
your relationship with lando had been going on for two years now. sure, youâd had some rocky slopes to climb with the schedule of his career and the development of your own; thatâs the thing about relationships though, isnât it? that no matter what hill youâd have to climb, youâd find one another on the other side. the two of you wanted to make it work, so there was no obsolete universe in which youâd never find each other.Â
âhe needs this, lils.â you practically sighed, finally gaining the courage to look her in the eye. she looked at you with the same softness that a mother would, or a best friend that you could count on.Â
âyou know heâll do well.â oh, donât you know it. lando, whilst on vacation, never took a momentâs worth of rest. he wanted this just as much as you did for him, a second career win. it was all that you could think about the moment you stepped off the plane before him in zandvoort. it was going to happen. you had a feeling.Â
and a good one at that.Â
qualifying swept by in a flash. the saturday afternoon was a clean sweep for your boyfriend in the front row. you couldnât be more proud of him. when he was finished with his interviews and taking his leave with his half removed fireguard, you launched at him.
flinging your arms around his neck, he gripped onto your waist and thighs like his life depended on it. it did. your nose found the sweat against the column of his neck, inhaling deeply. you melted into him.
lando felt the same. with his forehead burrowing into the hair on your scalp, he let out a deep breath that heâd been holding since he got out of the car.Â
âmissed my sweet girl,â he breathed, the sweat and perspiration heating the hairs on your head. you sighed softly, relaxing into him as he held you tighter.Â
you broke away from him, setting yourself on the ground. you stood happily in front of him, rocking on your heels and playing with the hem of the black, sponser-ridden firesuit.Â
ââm so fucking proud, lan. pole? pole on the first race back?â you were in shellshock, overjoyed disbelief.Â
he raised a hand to cup your face before heâd be whisked away. the bracelet on his wrist caught your eye, one that he mustâve put on once he stepped out of the car. the friendship letter bracelet read loudly to you, it letters all capitalized.Â
âdaddyâ
you gripped his hand, observing the ornament. you raised a brow. is this the bracelet he had made with p?Â
lando let out a short laugh. âlike it?âÂ
you flushed, staring down at the small, dainty thing. it had you shifting on your feet, ideas and fantasies running wild through your pillage of a mind. âmaybe.â you hummed, stroking the beads with your index finger.Â
âwore it for you.âÂ
the statement had you standing up straight. âreally now?â lando nodded.Â
and before he was whisked away, he whispered into your ear, âdonât get any ideas, baby. i know that look.âÂ
you were rendered speechless, and by the time you managed to open your mouth, he had already left through the door.Â
the following day was race day. you were dressed flawlessly, curating perfection with your outfits to match the same prestige that lando had with his fans. also, you enjoyed feeling pretty. looking pretty, as lando would often say to you. he didnât forget this morning either, arriving to the paddock with you in tow, hand wrapped tightly with yours.
as he took selfie after selfie, signed hat after hat, he didnât forget to remind you, âyou look beautiful,â that always brought a smile to your face, a blush fanning your cheeks.Â
when the two of you made it inside of mclarenâs hospitality, you were greeted by both lily and oscar. you gave her a warming hug, and she returned it with the same affirmation. when you separated, she danced on her tip-toes. lando and oscar side stepped toward the tea and coffee station, chatting amongst themselves.Â
âwow!â you were confused, raising a brow. âfront row for him, hmm? told you, had nothing to worry about.âÂ
you rolled your eyes, still holding anxieties for the race. you were always concerned going into a weekend. no matter how many grand prixâs youâve attended, seen lando come out safe and sound, you still picked at the skin of your fingertips. anxious habits die hard.Â
landoâs managers came in alongside oscarâs beckoning both mclaren drivers to follow them to get ready for the race. lando found you instantly, his hands finding the handles on your hips, squeezing inward. you tensed at the action, wondering what had him on such edge.Â
you spun, hands running from his chest up to his neck, his cheeks. you cupped his face in your hands, sheepishly smiling.Â
âyouâll win this for me?â
he scoffed, âalways.âÂ
you smiled harderâif that was possibleâ and connected your lips with his. he returned your kiss, diving deep into your mouth. he held you close by your lower back, as if this was the last time that heâd ever kiss you. he sought to deepen your kiss by the clacking of your teeth, his tongue incessantly searching the inside of your mouth.Â
you separated yourself, still holding onto his cheeks. lando dipped his forehead against yours, seeking another kiss, but you pulled away. âgo. theyâre waiting for you.âÂ
âdonât care.âÂ
you flushed, allowing him one last peck before you patted his cheek. âseriously. go.âÂ
he chuckled to himself, kissing the top of your head, uttering a soft âi love you,â before being swept away.Â
âi love you too.â you mouthed, returning your attention back to lily. she was in awe of how you and lando behaved, carving such a rugged, playful boy into a man of posture and mannerisms that were only reflected by your good nature.Â
âwhat?â
ânothingâŠâ she looked away.
âlily.âÂ
âyouâve got that man on a leash,â she broke into a fit of giggles. you looked back to where they were walking out. lando had been looking for you, then at you. he gave a wave, you returned it, then looked back at lily.Â
âi prefer the term âfree-roaming.ââÂ
the race was coming to an end with a single lap left. lando led the race with a twenty-two second lead, and your hands were clasped tightly together with your headset on. you listened carefully to his radio messages, sassy and revving, and had your eyes locked onto the screen in front of you. with lily by your side, the two of you were anxiously awaiting the end.
your face suddenly appeared on screen, displaying your glistening eyes, perfectly done makeup and hair. a chic smile grew on your cheeks. you turned towards the camera man and allotted a small wave. your name appeared under the screen, lando norrisâ partner.Â
godâŠ
was there anything more prideful than that?
surely there was, but it didnât matter to you. you were there to support your boyfriend, lando, your lando, and it was more than enough to see that you were recognized as that.Â
the checkered flag appeared and lando was on the headline for crossing. you had to clutch your heart, hoping to grip it from the inside out to slow its beating, and it didnât cease when his mcl38 zipped past the flag.Â
there was an eruption of cheers throughout the garage and you were swarmed with love by the fellow mechanics and lily, too, who was happy for you to witness such a grand victory. a more than well earned victory.Â
a second one in the books for him. you couldnât have been happier.Â
the podium gathering didnât take long, and you managed to be at the front of the barricade, shoved forward by the team. you stood there, graceful and beautiful as he always saw you, and you were the loudest to clap and cheer as he walked out from the cool down room.Â
âyour winner, lando norrisâŠ!â and you couldnât help the tears that fell down your cheeks, the camera picking up your emotional feedback on the big screen. his eyes caught to it from the bannister, stepping up onto the tallest podium, and found you right at the front. his heart melted, dripped a red hot flame that burned for you. to see you there for him, emotional above all, solidified his feelings. what he wanted in his future.Â
you. you above anything else. you above racing, his career, his everything. he had nothing if you werenât by his side.Â
he took off his pirelli hat and let the national anthem play. the camera panned away from you then to zak brown. you swayed gently to the anthem, lost in your own world of loving him. you saw him through clear glasses, though he was always your rose. there was nothing more that you wanted in the future than to be with him. you and lando.Â
after his attributed champagne pop, the crowd dissipated from the pit lane and you engaged in conversations with different women, friends, and coworkers of mclaren. you were jovial with your presence, engaged as much as you could be, though your thoughts kept tracing back to him. lando, lando, lando.Â
you ended your evening in conversations with the ferrari womenâ alexandra, rebecca, and one of charlesâ friends, marta. youâre a recent acquaintance, meeting her only just a few moments ago. she was noticeably pregnant, and you wondered if that was just the recurring theme of the day.Â
âhow far along are you?â rebecca chimed in.Â
âabout twenty weeks, i think.â she smiled, holding her bump and leaning back into one of her heels to get a more comfortable angle.Â
âhalf way there! are you excited?â you asked her, sipping your sparkling water.Â
âof course,â she grimaced, though there was joy behind her eyes. âit can be hard, but itâs worth it. always worth it to see my husband with my daughter, and now itâll be brand new with this babe.âÂ
you gave her a heart-warming smile.Â
âthey kick every so oftenââ she grimaced again, reeling her face into a tight knot. âlike right now. do you want to feel?â she was looking at you. it took you a second to understand that she was referring to you, but you jumped at the opportunity.
âare you sureâŠ?âÂ
marta nodded. âput your hand here,â she placed your hand on her right side. you waited a moment before there was a small lurch beneath your palm. you looked up at her in pure disbelief, marveled by such a feeling. you wondered what itâd feel like to feel your own baby kick.Â
âsoâŠâ alexandra leered mischievously, âdo you plan on having children? with lando?âÂ
is everyone asking that today?
you stood up straight, embarrassed by the question, and brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear. âfor sure. thereâs no one else i want. whenever the time is right.âÂ
âheâd be such a good dad.â alexandra added, and you couldnât agree more.
âyou shouldâve seen him earlier with penelopeââ the girls were reeling at your story. âmaking bracelets with her. almost tripped over my own dress,â you covered your mouth to laugh, attempting to keep your voice down.
âsomeone has baby fever.â marta commented.Â
âugh,â rebecca groaned. âyou two are picturesque. alex and i were just talking about it.âÂ
âoh?â you wished to know more by their insinuation. it wasnât often that you listened to anything about you or landoâs relationship. half of the time it was negative comments from fans across social media, and you didnât want the other half to get to your head. you knew you were lucky as is, the least you could do was stay humble.Â
âohhhh most definitely.â alexandra nodded. âyouâve been together for whatâ ever? weâre waiting for an engagement post.âÂ
you were floored. it has been a good amount of time. âso am i,â it came as a laugh. you wondered if lando thought about it. if the thought ever crossed his mindâ the possibility of you becoming his wife.Â
it did.Â
he was watching you. heâd been done with his interviews for a good ten minutes now, but he was gripped by the scene unfolding before him. he had distracted himself by glancing at his phone, pretending to be scrolling through notifications. but he was staring. hard.Â
your hand was so tender-loving as it grazed martaâs baby bump. you looked up at her with a graceful smile, asking her important questions about her pregnancy. why were you so interested?Â
fuck, he hoped the answer he wanted was what you were thinking.Â
you, pregnant in your floral dresses, pleated gowns, traipsing around the halls of your joint home. barefoot, glowing, effervescent. he could see it now. the vision coming to life, coming to fruition from just a mere fantasy. he felt his dick twitch in his pants, his groin running hot.
he overheard the conversation, too.Â
âdo you plan on having children? with lando?âÂ
for sure. thereâs no one else iâd want.Â
fuuuuck. lando had to turn around, attempting to calm himself down. his entire body was aflame, an eternal gloss of bliss for wanting you. needing you. he needed to feel you. your touch. your skin beneath him, the way you curl effortlessly against the shape of his body.
yeah, heâs fucked.Â
after a few calming deep breaths, he was at least presentable. with his calmed down cock, he immediately made a beeline in your direction. he wantedâno, needed to get his hands around you as soon as possible. it was a world-ending feeling that suffocated him, gripped him by the throat.Â
you heard him approach before you saw him. landoâs hands were warm around your hips as he pulled you close. you felt the outline of his cock in his pants as he jut his hips forward. you turned your head over your shoulder, glancing up at him.Â
his nose found a home in the curve of your neck. you giggled when you felt his stubble tickle your skin, a hand coming instinctively to hold the side of his face tight against your skin. he breathed soundly against you, finding eternal peace of mind plastered against your body.
âit was nice seeing you alex, rebecca.â you began to bid your farewells. âmarta, it was a pleasure to meet you.â marta leaned in for a hug, which pulled you away from the warmth of landoâs body. you felt like a snail ripped from its shellâ hollow, cold.Â
âthe same for you,â pregnancy looked good on her. though, you canât recall the last time youâve seen her without a baby blooming inside her. âif you ever need adviceâŠalex has my number.âÂ
you blushed, feeling landoâs hand around your lower belly tense. âthank you. iâll be in touch.â you glance towards rebecca and alexandra, following landoâs pace back to the car.
landoâs eyes were hot as they drilled holes into the side of your head. you could feel it, though you werenât even looking at him. âi can feel your urge to talk, lan.âÂ
he laughed, holding your hand tight in his. âno. no, itâs nothing.âÂ
you stopped dead in your tracks, pulling your hand from his, crossing your arms over your chest.Â
âokay, okay,â he apologized, taking your hand back into his own, bringing it to his lips to kiss. his lips were warm and wet against your skin. your breath hitched.
âwell, go on, then.âÂ
âthis is the congratulations i get? damn, baby, youâre rugged.âÂ
you shoved his face away, beginning to walk back to the car once more. âyou know iâm proud. donât be silly, now.âÂ
âi know, i know,â there was a brief silence. âyou can show me in other ways.âÂ
âlando!â you gasped, and he broke into a fit of laughter. âdirty bastard.â you mumbled.Â
âwhat was that, baby?âÂ
ânothing. nothing. just like what you wanted to tell me, i guess.â two can play at this game. you heard him scoff, but ultimately relent.Â
âalright, alright. i justâŠâ he became shy with the tone of his voice. you could recognize it instantly. âheard your conversation with the girls, is all.âÂ
you attempted your best effort to still your facial expressions from annoyance, shock, embarrassment, and all of the fucking above.Â
 âyou heardâŠall of it?âÂ
âthe gist.âÂ
you tried to cover your face to shield yourself from the world. god, that was your fucking nightmare. you hadnât ever even touched upon a subject like that with him before. and now he had heard it from you talking to your girlfriends? oh, you just felt like the worst girlfriend in the world right now.Â
âfuck. i didnât mean toââÂ
âno, baby,â he opened the car door for you to slip into the passenger seat. you stepped in, gripping his forearm to sit down.Â
when he climbed in himself and turned over the engine, you shifted to face him. before you could even open your mouth to speak, he cut you off.Â
âi want kids, too, you know. with you.âÂ
âoh.â a weight lifted from your shoulders in that moment, and then you felt utterly stupid for thinking that he wouldâve reacted badly. this is your lando youâre talking to. a man you can share anything with. âyou do?âÂ
he looked flabbergasted. âyouâre joking, right?â
you shot your hands up in defense. âi donât know! children arenât exactlyâŠtemporary. i justâ i didnât know if you thought of meââ
âyouâre permanent, love.â his hand wrapped around your thigh as he pulled out of the driverâs lot, whipping past the fans that were keen on snapping a picture of him.Â
though youâve known that, deep down, it still hit you like the first time he told you that he loved you. a jaw-dropping epiphany that had been right in front of you the whole time. youâd been short-sighted, enjoying every moment that you had with him, and had become unknowing about the future youâve been perpetuating with him.
you covered his hand with your own, playing with the bracelets around his wrist. the charm bracelet âdaddyâ dangled between your fingers, rolling the beads over and over again.Â
âyouâd make a good daddy, wouldnât you?â you said the words under your breath, but even he could hear them like youâd shouted them in his face. he tightened his grip around your thigh.
âdonât say things like that,â he shook his head, eyes locked on the road ahead.Â
the air became heavy between you two. when wasnât it? not only did passion run through your veins, but heinous desire breathed life to your souls.Â
âwhy?â you stroked the top of his hand with your nails. âyou heard what i said to the girls.â his head lolled against the back rest. âwhatâs different now?âÂ
you felt the car accelerate. it vibrated the cushion you were nestled atop of, sending shockwaves through your cunt.
âdriving me fucking nuts, darling.âÂ
you knew you were. it was the secret to your relationshipâ the two of you understanding what made you tick. seethe with lust until there was no other option for you to climb him like a tree.
it didnât take long before he reached the hotel, pulling up to the front. you were getting your things to get up, but he was lost on his phone, pretending to be busy. âcoming?â you asked.
âpfftââ you could see him roll his eyes through the rearview mirror. âi wish. give me a second.â you couldnât help but huff to yourself under your breath, stepping out of the car with your heels clinking to the ground.
 with your purse over your shoulder you stepped up onto the curb, but was distracted by a small voice echoing over your shoulder.Â
down the sidewalk was a mother and a stroller. you smirked lowly, taking only the few steps itâd take to reach the mother and child.Â
âoh my gosh,â you squealed. the mother was taken back, but by your demeanor and eyes on her baby, she returned a smile. by her pink bonnet and bunny swath, you knew she was the cutest thing youâd ever laid eyes on. âshe is just the cutest thing!âÂ
âthank you,â the woman said.
âshe looks just like her mama,â you heard landoâs car door open, most definitely within earshot. âdonât you, sweet thing? yes you do!â you cooed at the baby, who erupted in a fit of louder giggles and mumbles.Â
the mother was flushed, but happy. âyouâre too kind. youâre good with children? do you have any of your own?âÂ
jackpot..!!
you clutched your purse as you stood up straight. you played into your theatrics, âoh gosh, i wish! my husband and i have been trying for ages, but heâs just so busy with workâŠâÂ
the woman tsked with disappointment for you. âyouâd make a beautiful mother,âÂ
âyou think so?âÂ
she nodded her affirmation.Â
âthatâs so sweet of you.â you were really milking this scene, especially that you knew lando was listening.Â
âis that your husband there?â she pointed to over your shoulder. and there he was, your husband, watching the two of you from behind the ajar car door.Â
âmmm, yes, it is.â you offered a cordial wave to him. he stuck two fingers up for a lazy wave, waiting for you to return to him. âi should go. it was a pleasure, maâam. your baby is adorable.â
she nodded a thanks, and you took your sweet time walking back to the car. you could hear lando tapping the windshield incessantly. before his head dipped down back into the car he called, âget back in.âÂ
youâŠadmit, you were confused. brows furrowed, you opened the passenger side door and bent down, âwhyâ?â
âget in the car,â your name was a rumble in his chest. you still didnât know what he was doing nor going, and your stubborn self wouldnât settle for a verbal answer.
you took too long for him. gripping your arm, he pulled you into the passenger seat, and you landed on your ass with a âthumpâ.Â
he fired up the engine again and pulled out of the traffic circle of the hotel. he radiated with heatâ you could feel it from where you sat. âwhere are we going?âÂ
he didnât answer you.Â
you crossed your arms and legs, looking out the window. the area was unknown to you, but lando always seemed like he knew where he was going.Â
it took only a minute for him to pull into an empty level of a parking garage, dimly lit with only one overhead light at the entrance of the ramp. he put the car in park.Â
âwhat are weââ
you couldnât finish your sentence until you were on his lap, hands gripping your waist so tightly that you had to gasp for air.Â
âhusband?âÂ
oh
ohâŠ!
well, this was a change you welcomed with open arms.Â
he lowered the seat back until you were straddled atop of him, fingers aimlessly toiling with the zipper of his jeans.Â
âdonât know what youâreââ
he snapped upward, gripping your chin between his forefinger and thumb. âbaby,â he breathed, and you shivered. âwhat do you want?â
your hips naturally moved back and forth against his own, dress hiked well above your stomach. his hand snaked between your legs, feeling the wet patch in your underwear. he hummed when you didnât reply, flicking his finger upward to graze your clit.Â
you mewled.Â
âwhat was that?â
your hand twisted around the hem of his shirt. you were already breathless, clenching around nothing except the sound of his words.Â
âtell me,â he muttered, staring up at your disheveled state. he made quick work of sliding your panties to the side, massaging the folds of your cunt between his fingers. you continued your writhing against him.Â
âwant you,â was what you managed to breathe out, hips rutting against his palm. he tsked, but allowed you this moment. a moment for him to bask in the way that you move your hips, writhe against his clothed cock that was egregiously hardening by the second and each amount of pressure you applied.Â
he slid his fingers in and out of you with ultra maneuvering, in and out, all around. he was a mastermind when it came to feeling you up, exploring you both on the outside, and the in. you were in heaven, ultimately, when he curled his fingers so deeply upon thrusting them. your cunt tightened so viciously around him that he groaned, his head falling back and his hardened cock thrusting upward. to no avail, his dick was strained against the cloth of his pants.
âfuck,â he cussed, curling his fingers over and over again. your body began to shiver, and only began to fall from grace when his thumb traced against your clit. stimulation grew hotter and hotter, until you let out a piercing moan from the depths of your throat. he angled his fingers differently, making you squirm.
âlando!â you breathed, feeling your climax creeping up on you faster than you could even blink. your core tightened, a coil of veracious flames churning around each other manifesting a slew of energy that released sparks from your nerves. your folds were inflamed, puffy, beating hot that you couldnât think straight. lando was touching you with his other hand anywhere that he could reach. he palmed your breasts through your dress, twisted a nipple to earn a delicious squeal.Â
âcome on, sweet thing,â he encouraged you with that stupid lopsided smile of his, you were looking down on him, sweat beading at his forehead, pupils blown dark and wide. his hand that was groping your breast moved upward, threading around the column of your throat. âshow daddy what youâre made of.âÂ
his hand tightened, and you felt the coil snap. he continued to pump his fingers in and out, maneuvering so perfectly, hitting that exact spot with precision.Â
he knew you came when your eyes rolled back into your head, legs quivering around his waist. god, youâre a sexy thing.Â
his hand loosened from around your neck, dropping to your chest, fiddling with the van cleef necklace he had gifted you. it reeked of possession, marking you as his with the âl.n.â initials engraved on the back of the golden surface.
the moment of bliss passed before he was pulling the zipped down from your dress and throwing it from over your head. your panties were next, though the fabric was thin as is. there you were, bare and glistening, before your so-called âhusbandâ as you had worded it. he wouldnât forget it, a spark igniting within him that was lit by the phrase leaving your tongue. he didnât think that it would affect him so muchâ
but it did.Â
he made quick work of his own pants, shoving them down to his knees beneath you, breathless and needy.Â
you gripped the hem of his shirt. he lifted his arms to hasten the process, and the shirt went to the back seat. with his skin exposed, you couldnât help but run your hands along his tan, toned chest. it made you dripping wet, though he was barely touching you now.Â
with your skin atop of his, carnage was sure to ensue. he took a drag of his fingers against your wet cunt and brought it to his lips. he sucked on them, releasing with a âpop.â your mouth hung open in anticipation for what he was going to do next. he always kept you on your toes.Â
but thisâŠthis is not what you expected.Â
he took a ring from his index finger, plated in silver, and slid it onto your ring finger on your left hand. the wedding finger.Â
it stuck to your sweaty palm, sure enough to not slip off.Â
âletâs make it official then, pretty girl.âÂ
you sat upon him astonished, looking down at the adornment that he had given to you. it dazzled on your finger.Â
âif youâre my wife, what does that make me?â
the words trembled from your lips, thighs tightening around his own. you could feel his dick sprung to life against your backside. âmy husband.âÂ
âgood, baby, you learn fast.âÂ
you gulped, finally taking a look at him from his propped upright position. he was downright smitten with you, guzzling everything about you inside of him. you were his, so much fucking so, that he was going to ruin you. and he didnât even feel bad for wanting it.Â
âmy husbandâŠâ you repeated, lowering your face down to meet his own. he smelled so goodâa mix of sweat and his cologne.Â
his hand tangled into your hair, creating a makeshift ponytail to meet your eye level.Â
âmakes me fucking crazy when yâsay itâŠâÂ
you knew that was the truth. youâd known the minute you sat down in the car. his demeanor had changed, shifted to something darker that you didnât quite understand. it was insane enough as is that youâd discovered so many things about him within a short period of time.Â
âhusband, daddyâŠwhatâs the difference?â you cooed, kissing up and down his neck. he groaned, landing a smack on your ass that had you giggling.Â
ââll just make you a mommy if you keep throwinâ that word âround.âÂ
you grinned ear to ear. against his cheek, you took a deep breath in, before letting go.Â
âdaddy.âÂ
if youâve ever made a good decision in your life, this has to be the best. a switch flipped. gears started to turn in his head. the spark plug burst into flames.Â
you were his undoer,
the key to his shackled restraint,
the sun to his universe.
it was always you. youâd been right in front of him for the past two years. two years to get to this point. two years for the woman he loved most in this world to be sucking his neck whispering âdaddyâ into his ear.Â
lando sat upright in the seat. with a hand at the back of your head, he forced eye contact with you. this was different. this look. you could feel it in your heart, your folds, as they began to beat synchronously. life with him was euphoria, and sex had been the serendipitous release for both of you.Â
but seeking the future together?
heaven incarnate.
despite being locked inside such a tight space, lando managed to swap your position with a suave move. you were on your back, shocked by his carnal rampage, as he hooked your legs upward. your toes scathed the ceiling of the car, pressed deep into the metal chassis.Â
âkiss me,â you demanded with the breath that you could take. he didnât waste a second, leaning down to your lips and capturing you with the most breathtaking press that he could muster. his tongue and your own fought for dominance over one another; you lost, quickly, unable to match his revered pace.Â
he wanted to eat you from top to bottom. devour your insides, carry you with him every day of his life. you would be his, one way or another, and he didnât care how it was.Â
lucky enough, you were more than willing to be his bride, his lover, his person.Â
because he was yours.Â
then he was inside of you. braving the treachery of your tight walls, he hissed when the tip of his cock slipped through your folds. youâd been dripping on the leather seat.Â
âfuck, babyâŠâ his head fell to the crevice of your neck and collarbone.Â
âoh my godddâŠâ the moan you both let out was terribly lewd, grotesque, even, with how he didnât start a pace. you both savored this sweet moment of lust, passion, and a figurative toast to a lifelong commitment to fucking one another.Â
with each thrust he took, he aimed to make a statement. deeper and deeper he penetrated you, his cock crafted of divine measure with how he quartered your g-spot.Â
you could never stay still beneath him. it had him on edge the way you squirmed. dare say it was one of the most favorite things about you, though the list would be never-ending. you shiver from pleasure, leaning into him as your cunt squelches beneath you.Â
echoes of moans bounce off the interior of the car, whilst a smile of greed and possession conceives on his own cheeks. the angle he has you at is deeper than any that youâve had beforeâ it left no room for noncommittal nature, no room for you to complain about wanting him closer, more, more, more.Â
âyâfeel me here?â his hand rest on your lower belly, your womb, as he applied pressure. you do feel him there. the indent of his cock is poignant, bulging out from the skin.Â
âmhmâŠ!â you whine, trying to keep your mouth shut from the onslaught of moans pouring out.Â
his attention turned to your tits as he swallowed a nipple whole with his tongue, sucking feverishly at the sensitive bud. it had you weak, dribbling to puddy.Â
he could only think about how youâd look pregnant. swollen tits, round belly, glowing with his child.Â
âthis what you wanted?â he grunted, his pace quickening. you were too dumb to speak, a droplet of drool leaking from your mouth. âhm? fuck youâfuck, fill you up?âÂ
your back arched at the sentence, not knowing that his words could have such an arousing effect on you. this arousal was different. the way you clench around him was different. your actions spoke a lot louder than your words.Â
âyeah? i can feel you, darling.â sounds of skin slapping and your hoarse voice could only be heard. he fucked you so good, treated you even better. fuck it, youâd rather be pregnant than anything else.Â
âplease, pleaseâŠâ you didnât know what you were pleading for, in truthâ he was already fucking you like heâd been in a rut.Â
âyeah? that what you want? want a baby?âÂ
your head nodded furiously up and down, tears of pleasure streaming down your cheeks. lando bent down to kiss them away, followed by a capturing of your lips. he swallowed your breaths, your moans. he trailed kisses down the column of your throat; your collarbones, breasts, nipples, nothing went untouched by his mouth.Â
âgodâŠtheseâŠâ he muttered against your tits, voice sending shockwaves through your body. âimagine how big theyâd be.â he managed to chuckle to himself. âswollen and beautiful,â he kissed the top of your abdomen.Â
âlandoâŠâ
his head shot up from his daze.Â
âthe time is right. please, pleaseââ your words seemed to hit him like a truck. the foreplay had turned reality, and he was more than ready to lurch into fate.Â
âwhat, pretty girl?â
your face flushed, biting your lip. âgive me a baby, need itâlan, need it so bad.â your hand found the back of his neck, tugging on the strands of his hair.Â
he tsked, his pace evening out to a level throttle. your lips formed a sweet pout, and he stroked your chin with his index finger. âgive you?â he mocked. âoh, donât think thatâs how we ask, do we?â
âlanâŠplease, please, can i have your baby? need it so bad lando, need itâŠâ you swallowed your breath. âdaddyâŠwanna make you a daddyâŠplease.âÂ
it was more than enough for him. âatta girl.â he grunted, deepening his lackluster thrusts into thrilling rides on his cock. âyâlearn fastâŠkids âr gonna be so smart.âÂ
âyes, yes! so good, lan.â you heaved, the heat in your cunt finding a boiling point, and he felt it by how tight you became around him.Â
âgo on, baby, take it. be a good girl and take it all.â youâd do anything to hear your lando call you a good girl. it had been more than enough to send you over the edge into a spiraling orgasm that had slick seeping around his cock. your vision whitened, and you could only see the shadow of your âhusbandâ through the light.Â
with sloppy thrusts, lando came with ease. he didnât pull out urgently, letting his cum soak inside of you. he peppered kisses along your ankles, your calves, and let them fall to the seat.Â
out of breath, your chests rose and fell at a rapid pace. landoâs forehead connected with your own, and through the haze of post-sex, he smiled at you.Â
you smiled back. the two of you broke into a laugh.Â
âfuckinâ knew that was gonna happen today.â he commented lazily into your chest. a hand of yours threaded through his brown curls.Â
âyour mastermind plan to babytrap me.âÂ
he raised a brow. âdid you plan on leaving?â
you gave him a knowing look. ânot in the slightest.âÂ
he became embarrassed and sheepish as he hid his face into your ribs. âno chance of it, now.âÂ
you chuckled, flexing your fingers to see the ring still there. âi want a real proposal, by the way.âÂ
his head shot up. âwhat? this wasnât good enough?â
you palmed his face with one hand, and tugged the back of his curled head with the other. âbastard.âÂ
it only took you two ten minutes to get your clothes back on from such a leisurely excursion from the empty parking garage. covered in his spit, sweat, and cum, you didnât feelâŠ.dirty.Â
when he finally pulled up to the valet and opened the door for you, you stepped out as graciously as possible. though your hair was a tangled messâ you tried your best. lucky enough it was late enough to where minimal paparazzi were gathered. thank god.Â
you shifted on your feet, shimmying the dress down, but lando came to your rescue. he pulled the dress down where it was crumpled at the back, caught between the hem of your soaked underwear.Â
âthat was a rental, wasnât it?â you pointed out, looking over your shoulder.
âthey should auction it.âÂ
you spun around and laughed in his face, gagged by the ego he has. âyou have a big head.âÂ
âneed all that room for you.âÂ
âcheesy.âÂ
landoâs eyes lit upâ though exhausted from the day and your antics, the sun still rose for himâ âalmost forgotââ he reached into his pocket whilst you waited patiently.Â
he pulled out a bracelet.
a friendship bracelet.Â
âthought it suited you.â he put it around your wrist, and you analyzed it clearly. in white, capitalized letters it read:
âMOMMYâ
âyou really had this thing planned.â you were impressed.Â
he shifted on his heels, throwing his hands up as if saying âwhat can i say?â âp thinks youâre pregnant now.âÂ
you gasped. âlando!âÂ
âi meanâŠhopefully.â he winked as you fiddled with the jewelry, still not bothering to take off the ring from your finger.Â
âwellâŠâ you brought a finger to your lips, thinking, âwe have to be certain, donât we?âÂ
lando was catching your drift as you walked backwards towards the entrance of the hotel, luring him in with your charisma. âperhapsâŠâ
âsoâŠwe need to try again.â he wasnât going to argue with that. âand again.â or that. âand again, for good measure.âÂ
âyouâre gonna kill me, baby.â he whined, chasing you up the steps. you squealed, running forward. inside the elevator you two went, clicking the floor for your room.Â
after further inspection, landoâs brows furrowed after he glanced over you. âwhat?âÂ
he covered his mouth to shield his devious smile.Â
âwhat, lando?âÂ
he coughed to hide his amusement, but it was a very bad act. âyouâreâŠâ
âwhat?âÂ
âyouâre dripping.â
you looked down at your thighs and saw the glistening reflection of his cum seeping out of you. fuck. maybe the first time was the charm, but you hoped it wasnât.Â
you really hoped it wasnât.Â
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Neighbors With Benefits: Chapter 11 (Joel Miller x f!reader)
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
Word Count: 2500
Warning: Mild smut/fluff
You were back to bliss. Loving Joel had you high as a kite and light as a feather. You might as well have skipped your way around that afternoon leading up to your planned night away with him.
Since you didn't have to lie to your mother anymore, at least not fully, you took your time packing your things for the night before heading out the door. Joel was already out on the course with your father, and so all that was left for you to do was check in. With your father occupied, also playing golf, you figured checking in to the room would be a safe bet.
Your heart rate picked up when you drove through the parking lot of the hotel, knowing the golf course was adjacent to it. For good measure, you tossed on a pink and blue netted ball cap and hurried inside with your duffle bag slung over one shoulder. You caught a quick glimpse of yourself in the doorâs reflection and decided you did good by wearing a cute but casual blue and yellow checkered, button down dress.
As you approached the front desk a middle-aged woman smiled. âChecking in?â She asked.
You nodded. âThe room should be under Joel Miller and (Y/N).â You couldn't help but couple yourself with him. It was like a personal badge of honor to broadcast that you two were together - even if it was just to one stranger.
âLooks like you're already paid in full,â the woman explained, âCan I just see some ID, please?â
You nodded and retrieved your drivers license from your purse and eagerly handed it over.
âThank you.â She glanced at your photo, typed a few things into her computer and handed it back. âWould you like both cards, or will Mr. Miller be by to pick his up?â
âI'll take both cards and just let him know I've arrived,â you decided on the spot.
âYou got it.â She shoved both key cards into a white, paper sleeve and handed them to you. âRoom 612. Elevators are around this corner. Breakfast tomorrow goes from seven to ten and there are fitness rooms on every floor. Pool is on ground level and the bar in the lounge is open until midnight.â
âThank you!â You smiled, readjusted your bag and hurried around the corner to the elevators.
..
âThanks for inviting me, Tim.â Joel exchanged a handshake with your father and the two of them chipped away at the bottom halves of their beers.
âOf course.â He gave a nod. âI hope you and the Mrs. can work things out. My wife says Cecille moved back in.â
Joel cleared his throat and took a swig from his beer. âShe.. she's back in the house but we're not..â he shook his head, â..we're not getting back together.â
âOh.â Your father's eyebrows raised, âWell, I'm sorry to have mis-spoke.â
âIt's fine.â
He shook his head. âNo, I shouldn't have said anything.â
âIt's fine,â Joel assured him. âCecille just decided to drop back in with no notice.â He added, âSo, I appreciate the hotel room. You didn't have to do that.â There was guilt that rested on Joel's shoulders, knowing Timâs daughter was accompanying him overnight.
âYou're a good man,â Tim went on, adding insult to injury. âIf you need anything from us, let Jen or I know.â
âThank you.â Joel's smile faded a bit and he masked it by the bottle. He knew his feelings for his neighborâs only daughter were real; but he was fairly certain that Tim wouldn't see it that way.
Fuck.
âWeâre having that picnic tomorrow,â your father reminded Joel as the two of them hopped into the golf cart that would lead them back to the club. âFeel free to stop by and have a beer and a burger.â
âSounds good.â
Your father cruised the golf cart the short distance back and Joel helped him load his clubs into the trunk of his car. The men parted ways with a handshake as Joel thanked him again for the room.
âI hope you get things sorted out,â your father said with a nod. He gave a wave and slunk into the driverâs seat before driving away as the sun began to creep below the trees.
Joel loaded his car and scooted around the corner to the posh, little hotel that was tucked into the trees and overlooked the course. He made his way inside, checked in at the front desk and made his way up to room 612.
Butterflies made home in your stomach when you heard the door to the hotel room click open. You were about to rise to your feet to greet Joel, though he made his way into the room before you could.
A smile bloomed on your face when your eyes locked. âHi.â
âHi.â Joel grinned back and shrugged his bag off his shoulder to the floor.
âHow was golf?â
âFine.â He stood at the foot of the bed with his hands on his hips.
âDid my dad shoot for par?â You snickered but saw Joel couldn't quite smile. âWhat's wrong?â
Joel rounded the bed and sat down on the side of it, placing a hand gently on your ankle. You knew he couldn't help it when he leaned in and kissed you. It made you smile into the kiss.
He pulled back just an inch or two. âI feel bad for lying to your parents about all this.â
âIt's not exactly a lie,â you reminded him.
Joel's eyes remained set on yours. He sighed and let his thumb dance along your ankle bone. âHe comped me the room.â He began to shake his head and then looked back up.
You toyed with his hair and then rested a hand on the side of his face. âYou might be the best man I've ever met.â You meant it, seeing the guilt in Joel's eyes.
âA good man wouldn'tâŠâ He shrugged.
âJoel,â you said, making his eyes meet yours again. âWeâre not doing anything wrong. I get that we're neighbors, and that you're friendly with my parents, but I'm an adult.. and I love you. There's nothing wrong with what we're doing.â
Joel never looked away. His hand snaked up your calf, and he began to run his hand up and down the area. He tipped the corner of his lips up in a half-smirk. âYou make a solid argument.â
You pulled him back to you, kissing him a little firmer. âAs soon as I land my first real job I'm moving out,â you added, âAnd then you can come over to my place guilt free whenever you want.â You guided him down on top of you on the bed.
Joelâs tongue penetrated your lips and your arms wrapped around his back. âThen we wouldn't be neighbors anymore,â he whispered with a little laugh, making you smile against him.
As your hands pushed up at the back of his shirt, Joel aided your pursuit of him and ducked out of it. He hovered above you, locking his arms in place on either side of where you laid.
âI was going to take you to dinner first,â Joel said in all honesty while still smirking down at you.
âI say we do it all backwards tonight.â Your hand rested on his forearm. âSex, dessert then dinner.â
Joel huffed a laugh. âWell, I usually don't put out unless my mealâs paid for, honey.â
You laughed a little louder, pushing yourself partway up and resting your hands behind you. Your lips were only an inch or so from his.
âIf you really want to take me to dinner first I'll let you.â
Joel never broke eye contact as his fingers reached for the top button of your dress and undid it. He then did the same with the second and the third until you were able to easily shrug your shoulders out of the top of it.
Neither of you said anything else. You accepted a long, sensual kiss from Joel as your hand made home on the side of his face.
You couldn't get enough of him. You wanted to feel the weight of Joel's body. You wanted him inside of you - all the time. You wanted to watch the expression on his face and feel his breaths against your neck. Every moment of intimacy left you feeling needy and satisfied all at once.
When you felt him fill you, your breath became short. You had waited for this all afternoon - as if you hadn't just been with him in your parentsâ kitchen earlier in the day. Still, it felt too long.
Joelâs fist gripped the pillow as his other pulled up on the back of your thigh. He nudged your legs apart wider with his knee and drove himself deeper into you.
âFuck,â you whimpered the word and it motivated him to repeat the movement again and again. âJoel.â You wanted him so badly.
Your legs pressed firmly into the outsides of his, securing him between your legs as if to tell him never to stop. And he didn't; not until he was a sweaty, panting mess on top of you, groaning out as much of your name as he could manage as he buried himself in you a final time.
Fuck. There was something euphoric about watching Joel orgasm. Not only watching but feeling him in that moment. The muscles tensed in his back and shoulders, you could feel it beneath your palms. It was erotic and hot and made you fall deeper and deeper for him. You were a Joel Miller addict.
Your lips pressed together and Joel hummed a moan into your mouth. He rocked his hips gently into you a final couple of times before letting his head fall on the pillow beneath you.
Your eyes flickered open and you eyed the ceiling, still clinging to him as he remained dormant inside of you. Your breathing steadied and you swallowed hard. Before Joel you always thought sappy moments to be corny and unrealistic. While you still wouldn't label yourself as the lovey dovey type, you couldn't help but whisper to him.
âI love you, Joel.â You felt it fiercely and fully. Since first meeting Joel, you were a changed woman.
He lifted his head and planted a firm kiss on your lips, making your eyes close again. Joel then pecked your lips several times in a row. âI fucking love you,â he said in an enthusiastic whisper.
Dessert and dinner were halted by your lust for one another. After a short intermission littered with pillow talk and gentle touches, Joel pulled you on top of him for another round of love-making followed by an aftercare shower together.
When the two of you were finally seated in a dark corner of the hotel lounge, you were still fully flushed and glowing.
Joel's hand topped yours on the table and he smirked across the way, highlighting a set of boyish dimples. âDessert first,â he reminded you.
Your finger traced over the back of the menu. âSomething decadent.â
âYou already had that,â he teased, still grinning behind his menu.
âI'll require an encore,â you said back, making him laugh.
âYou may be the death of me.â
âI'll be gentle.â
The two of you shared a laugh before ordering a pair of espresso martinis and two pieces of what appeared to be a rich, chocolate cake. When the dessert arrived, it didn't disappoint.
Joel forked a bite of his own and extended an arm across the table, slipping a bite into your mouth. âDecadent?â He asked.
âVery.â You raised your martini glass as you finished the bite. âTo..â
âUs,â Joel finished when you didn't.
You smiled. âTo us.â You tapped your glass against his. âAnd tackling the obstacles together.â
âI'm glad I have you in my corner, baby. It's been a long time since I've felt that way.â He took a sip, prompting you to do the same, and then you leaned across the high top table to leave a chaste kiss on his lips.
âI'll always be in your corner.â
Joel's eyes never left yours. âI know.â
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Here is #6 from the photo game!
Warnings: Swearing, hints of cheating, anxiety, depression
A relaxing weekend spent at a cabin with your boyfriend sounded like an amazing idea at the time. No distractions, no work, just you and Yoongi spending a few days together. The fall time was the busiest time of the year thanks to the leaves changing and the brisk air making cuddling by the fireplace more desirable. To make sure you got the reservation and to get the best deal you booked the cabin six months in advance.
Then life happened and you and Yoongi got in an argument. It wasnât anything new. You two had been together for four years and had arguments every now and then like any couple. You could tell something was different this time though. He seemed angrier, less willing to communicate and more closed off. You walked into the bedroom to give each other some space expecting to work things out later. Ten minutes went by and Yoongi walked in with red eyes and his cheeks soaked with tears.
âIâm sorry Y/N, I canât do this any more.â, he whispered before shoving some of his clothes in a bag and running out the door. That was two months ago and you havenât spoken since.
âY/N you should go on the trip. Take a relaxing weekend for yourself. You deserve it.â, your best friend said over dinner.
The romantic trip you had planned with Yoongi was coming up. After all that happened you had forgotten to cancel it before the required date and now it was too late. The trip was non-refundable at this point. You thought about just loosing out but it was a lot of money.
âI donât know. I wish you were available to go with me. Isnât it kind of weird to go alone? Yoongi also helped pay so I donât really think itâs fair for only me to go and even worse what if he shows up?â, you questioned.
âY/N first off you paid for half the trip too so itâs just as much yours as it is his. Secondly I really doubt he even remembers itâs coming up. He looks pretty busy right now anyways.â
You followed her line of sight until your stomach dropped at what you saw. While you were barely able to function the last couple months Yoongi appeared to happily be on a date with another woman across the restaurant like he had moved on with no issue.
âHow could he move on from me so fast?â, you asked rhetorically.
Your friend shrugged, âMaybe heâs known her for a while. He couldâve been cheating on you for all we know.â
âNo he wouldnât have done that to me. He wouldnât have cheated.â
âI wouldnât be so sure about that.â, she said pointing over in Yoongiâs direction. The woman he was with had turned around to grab her bag and you gasped, âNari?â
You bit your lip trying not to cry. Nari was a producer that worked for the same company as Yoongi. She made you feel really insecure from the moment you met her. She was beautiful and smart and funny and worked as a producer just like Yoongi so they had a lot in common. You were suspicious from the first time you met her. It definitely crossed your mind a few times that maybe he liked her more than he lead on. He assured you over and over that she was nothing more than a coworker though and that you had absolutely nothing to worry about. You believed him. And now here he was staring into her eyes just two short months after breaking your heart into a million pieces. You started to wonder if maybe he really had been cheating on you that whole time. Your sadness and hurt began to change to anger the more you pondered that.
Suddenly you stood up grabbing your things. âWhere are you going?â, your friend questioned confused.
âHome. Iâve got a trip to pack for.â, you gritted through your teeth.
The drive up the mountain to your cabin was a little scarier than you expected. You took your bag out of the back seat and entered in the code that the rental company had given you to gain access to the front door.
The cabin was adorable and you were really happy with your choice. It was tiny but enough for two people and more than enough for just one. The bedroom and the bathroom were at the back of the cabin and after your long stressful drive you wanted nothing more than to take a hot shower and lay in bed and relax for a while before dinner.
You were drying your hair after your shower when you heard the front door open and shut followed by some jingling keys. Immediately you went into panic mode. You were alone in a cabin in the middle of the mountains. You couldnât run anywhere and no one would hear you scream. You grabbed the fire poker from the bedroom fire place to use as a weapon and then slowly tiptoed down the hall ready to fight whomever was entering the cabin.
âWhat are you doing here?â, a deep familiar voice asked before you could speak. âMe?! What are you doing here?â, you spat back at Yoongi who was glaring at you.
For a brief moment you were a little relieved to see him and not a serial killer ready to claim their next victim but that relief was quickly replaced with anger.
âSeriously Yoongi, why are you here?â
Suddenly it hit you, what if he was here with Nari? Like what if he brought her here to enjoy the romantic couples trip you had planned for the two of you. You felt sick at the thought.
âI paid for half of this trip too. I need some time alone so I can work and get some stuff done.â
âWhat too many âdistractionsâ at home?â, you rolled your eyes immediately thinking about him and another woman.
âYeah actually there are. Not that itâs any of your business.â, he clapped back.
That hurt and your angry confidence faltered. Your lip began to quiver. You knew you needed to get away from him before he could see you cry.
âFine. Do what you want. Iâll be in the bedroom.â, you said storming off and slamming the door shut behind you.
When you woke up the room was completely dark. The curtains were still open and it was clearly the middle of the night. You didnât mean to cry yourself to sleep but you mustâve been more exhausted than you thought.
You were stretching out on the bed when your stomach started to rumble reminding you that you hadnât eaten since the morning. Slowly cracking open the bedroom door you were met with silent darkness. Maybe you got lucky and Yoongi decided to go back home. That would be ideal you thought.
You tiptoed down the hall only to be met with the sound of soft snores coming from the couch. You peaked over finding Yoongi sound asleep all wrapped up in a blanket. He looked so cuddly and warm and you missed falling asleep with his arms wrapped around you.
Thankfully your stomach grumbled again getting you back on the right track. Yoongi was not yours to cuddle any more anyways.
The kitchen was small but livable. As quietly as possible you poked around hoping to find something you could quickly turn into a meal. Unfortunately thanks to the events earlier you didnât even think to go to the grocery store to stock up so the kitchen was bare. You chugged a large glass of water hoping it would hold you over a few more hours until you could go get breakfast somewhere.
You turned to rinse out your glass when you saw a note sitting on the counter. The handwriting familiar,
âPizza in the fridge. Promise I didnât poison it. Just didnât want to wake you. -Yoongi.â
You wanted to cry. You wanted to be angry. You wanted to run into the living room and hug him. But instead you chose to just take a slice of pizza, conveniently with your favorite toppings which only made you want to cry more, and headed back to your room to hideout until the morning.
Somehow you managed to doze off again for another few hours. The bright sun shining through the crack in your curtains waking you up this time. You got ready for the day, putting a little more effort into your appearance than you had for the last couple months. You kept telling yourself it had absolutely nothing to do with Yoongi.
The kitchen was filled with the scent of pepperoni and garlic. Just as you walked in Yoongi was pulling what was left of the pizza out of the oven.
âThis will have to do for breakfast. Weâll have to go into town and get some groceries.â, he said when he noticed you.
âOh if you want to make a list I can just go. You said you had a lot of work to do.â, you replied wanting to avoid having to spend so much time with him.
But he shook his head, âIt rained quite a bit last night. The roads might be rough. Weâll go together.â
You knew there was no use in arguing with him and maybe a small part of your heart warmed up at the thought that he still worried about you like that.
âOkay. We can leave after breakfast.â, you nodded.
The drive into town was silent and uneventful. The little town was cute to say the least. You even took note of the realty company there because you wouldnât mind moving there some day.
At the grocery store you both quickly gathered what you needed. Mostly snacks since you were only there for one more night. You grabbed some fruit and a giant tub of ice cream. Yoongi grabbed a six pack and some instant noodles.
He surprised you when he suggested you both stop for lunch. You really wanted to say no but he was driving so you didnât have much of choice anyways. You ended up at a quaint little cafe. The atmosphere was warm and welcoming even though the tension between you and Yoongi was ice cold.
You were sat on the back patio over looking the beautiful fall foliage. Several outdoor fire pits provided more than enough warmth.
âSo how have you been?â, Yoongi awkwardly asked.
âFine I guess. Not as good as you apparently.â, you replied harsher than you meant to.
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â, he asked confused.
You went to apologize but were interrupted.
âAlright did you two decide what youâre having today?â, the waiter Jin asked.
âUh yeah just the classic burger for me.â, Yoongi replied.
âThe harvest soup please.â, you said handing him your menu.
After he walked away the tension between you both was thicker than before.
You realized that Yoongi had been kind through the whole trip. Saving pizza for you, sleeping on the couch without argument so you could have the bed, heating up breakfast, taking you into town and paying for the groceries, now taking you to a nice cafe and trying to have a civil conversation. You realized you had been the one making things difficult.
âHey Yoongi Iâm sorry about what I sa-â, you began but his phone started ringing. He took it out of his pocket and you felt your blood boil when you saw the contact name flashing on the screen, Nari.
âSorry Y/N. I have to take this.â, he said walking away from the table.
âOf course.â, you scoffed thankful that you didnât fully apologize yet.
Feeling anxious and not wanting to just sit there any more you walked over to the balcony so you could look out over the property.
âTheyâre beautiful arenât they?â, a guy said next to you. He pointed out to the field after noticing your confusion, âThe trees.â
âOh yeah. Theyâre gorgeous.â, you chuckled.
âTheyâre tulip trees. Theyâre even more beautiful when they bloom in the spring.â, he said, âIâm Namjoon by the way.â
He smiled flashing you the prettiest dimples youâd ever seen.
âY/Nâ, you said, âMaybe Iâll have to come back in the spring to see them in bloom. That sounds quite nice actually.â
âOh youâre not a local?â, he asked, âYou know⊠if you want I could show you around the town a little.â
âIâd like that, but Iâm just here on a little weekend trip. I leave tomorrow.â
âOh Uhh are you here on a trip with your boyfriend?â
Your brows furrowed, âWhat? No I donât have a boyfriend.â
Namjoon awkwardly chuckled, âWell um does that guy know that because heâs currently staring at us like he wants to kill me?â
You looked where he was pointing to see Yoongi standing there. His hands in his pockets while he ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek. And he was in fact staring daggers at you. You knew just from that look that he was furious.
âDonât worry. Heâs just a complicated friend thing personâŠ.â, you cringed.
âOkay well if you want to give me call Iâd be happy to show you around. Maybe donât bring your friend thing though.â, he laughed handing you his number.
You walked back to the table just as Jin dropped off your meals. You both ate in silence and that carried over to the drive back to the cabin too.
Once the groceries were unloaded Yoongi grabbed his headphones and laptop and went out to the back deck without a word.
You stood and watched him work for a while. The Yoongi that you knew all these years would never just give you the silent treatment. He discussed what was bothering him so that you could work together to solve it.
He answered another phone call. You figured it was Nari again so you walked away to give him some privacy.
You had just finished plating up dinner when Yoongi came walking back inside. He eyed the food and then you. âWe didnât have much to make a big meal but I put together what I could.â, you said shifting awkwardly under his gaze.
âNot hungry.â, he scoffed before turning to walk back outside.
âSeriously Yoongi, what the fuck is your problem?â
He stopped and turned to look at you, âI donât have a problem. Why donât you go out and have a nice dinner with your little friend you met earlier.â
You hated that you could feel tears already begin to form, âYouâre one to talk.â
With three long strides he was right in front of you giving you somewhat of a startle, âMe? I havenât done anything other than be a heartbroken mess these last two months without you but the minute a cute guy flirts with you then youâre practically trying to fuck him right there.â
You stared at him in disbelief. Your heart rate was skyrocketing. From his pocket you could hear his phone ringing again and it all came back to you.
âAt least I waited until you broke up with me. You are the asshole who was cheating on me the whole time.â, you whispered as the realization of your words hit you. Tears began freely falling as you turned and ran back into the bedroom closing the door behind you.
You never expected that this trip would be filled with so much crying and hurt. It was supposed to be relaxing and fun.
You waited a while until you had calmed down and then decided you werenât spending another night in the same cabin with Yoongi so you grabbed your bag and packed up your clothes. You did a double check making sure you had everything and with your car keys in hand you pulled open the bedroom door only to hear a loud thud followed by a groan.
Quickly you found the hall light switch flipping it on only to find a very buzzed Yoongi rolling around on the floor. The six pack he had gotten at the store now empty and tossed around him.
âY/N please donât leave. I need you.â, he slurred.
You looked over his face. He looked just as bad as you did if not worse. Clearly he had been crying. His nose was bright red and his eyes still teary.
âCome on. Letâs get you to bed.â, you sighed while helping him up thankful you talked him out of the twelve pack.
Worried that he would roll off the couch you decided to let him have the bed. You were leaving anyways so it didnât matter. Once he was all tucked in you tried once again to leave but he grabbed your wrist, âY/N you canât leave. I already lost you once and I canâtâŠI canât do it again.â
He started to cry. You started to cry. You agreed to stay.
When you woke up the next morning Yoongi was already staring at you.
âI never cheated on you with Nari. I know thatâs what you think happened.â, he said getting right to the point like the Yoongi you knew.
You stared at him in silence. Your throat was sore and your head hurt from all the crying.
He took a deep breath before continuing, âY/N, I broke up with you because thatâs what I thought was best for you. Just itâs just that the last couple months I felt like I was drowning. Work was piling up, I was spending less and less time with you. My mental and physical health were deteriorating. I saw how worried you were about me. I saw how sad you were. How tired you were. All because of me. And then I had a realization that I didnât bring anything positive to our relationship. So when we got into that fight I saw it as my way to get you out of this. To free you from me.â
He paused for a second. He used his thumb to wipe away some of your tears that you hadnât even realized were there again.
âBut after we broke up I realized how much you held me together. I couldnât function without you but every time Iâd pick up my phone to call you or every time Iâd stand outside your door ready to knock I would remind myself that this was whatâs best for you. You wouldnât be able to live your life if I was there dragging you down. But Iâve been a complete mess since that night. I couldnât eat, couldnât sleep. My work was slipping so bad and thatâs why I had that dinner with Nari. The one you saw me at. Sheâs a head producer now and technically my boss. She told me that if I didnât get my shit together that they would have to terminate my contract. Thatâs why she keeps calling me, to check in and see how my progress is coming along. And Iâm sorry about what I said about you and that guy. If you want to go out with him itâs none of my business. Iâll work through my feelings alone.â
You sat for a moment trying to process everything that you just heard because you had no idea that he was feeling that way.
âYoongi Iâm sorry that you felt like that but you donât get to make that decision for me. I would go to hell and back for you and with you. Part of being in a relationship is being there through not only the good times but the difficult ones too.â
After you heard sniffles coming from next to you, you noticed that he was crying. You pulled him into your lap which he happily allowed wrapping his arms around you and pulling himself as flush against you as he could. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your next to soothe himself.
âIâm so sorry Y/N. I never meant to hurt you. I actually wanted was trying to do the opposite.â, he spoke through sobs.
âShhh shhh I know. We can talk more about it later.â
And you did have a long discussion about all of the events that lead up to that moment. It was much needed and helped you both to open up and put all of your feelings out there.
You agreed to take things slow but you spent the rest of the day happily wrapped in each others arms by the fireplace just like you had originally planned .
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Law's End: Murder at Vista Heights Chapter 7
Series: Lawâs End
Episode 1: Murder at Vista Heights
Fandom: The Royal Romance (loosely, there is zero canon, I've just borrowed the characters)
Pairings: None yet
Word Count: 2,582
Rating: MA
Warnings for series: adult themes, any given chapter may contain murder, violence, language, drinking, drug use, etc.
My other stuff can be found here: Master List.
The conference room in the homicide division of the seventh precinct was filled with the smells of coffee and fresh pastries. It was early. Too early, considering theyâd all been there until well after midnight interrogating witnesses.
The food was Bertrandâs way of making up for the fact that no one had gotten much sleep the night before, but everyone still turned up bright and early, ready to work.
âSo, she does have a history of stalking.â Liam flipped the file across the table to Flynn.
Detective OâMalley reached for the manila folder and flipped it open. âWhoâd she stalk?â
âClarence Coleman. An app developer. The police reports are in there. He was granted a restraining order. Iâve left a message for him to contact us. See if heâs heard from her lately.â
Flynn skimmed the information in front of him. âThis was three years ago.â
Liam nodded. âItâs likely that she stopped harassing Cole when she started sleeping with Trent.â
There was a knock on the conference room door and Rashad entered, carrying a laptop. âThere are no security cameras at the vicâs apartment complex, but I found a late model Nissan Pathfinder registered to the suspect and scrubbed video footage from nearby traffic cameras.â He placed the laptop on the table and flipped it around for the detectives to see.
Liam leaned forward to get a closer look. âIs that our suspect?â
âYes,â Rashad confirmed, âThree blocks away from our vicâs house, heading that direction, fifteen minutes before the 911 call. And thisâŠ.â He swiped to another image. ââŠis her ten minutes after the call heading the other direction through the same intersection.â
âWe need more than that for an arrest warrant,â Flynn said as he zoomed in, looking for any evidence of blood visible in the photo, but it was too grainy. âItâs not illegal to be in the vicinity.â
Liam pushed away from the table. âLetâs get back over to the apartment complex and show her photo to the neighbors. Maybe someone will remember seeing her that morning.â
An hour later, he was seated in a small but elegant dining room as Stella Haltom served him coffee. Flynn was canvassing other neighbors, ones they hadnât been able to reach yesterday.
Liam had tried to decline, but Stella was insistent.
âYouâre very young for a homicide detective, arenât you?â
âYes, maâam, Iââ
âAre you single?â
âI am. Butââ
âReally? A young, handsome, successful man like you?â
âWellââ
âYou know, if things donât work out between my granddaughter and that nice reporterââ
Liam shifted uncomfortably in his seat. âMaâam, if we could get back to business. I just have a few quick questionsââ
âOh, yes, of course! You wanted me to look at more photos?â
âWell, one more.â Liam pulled up the photograph of Sabrina Simmons on his cell phone and held it out to her.
âOh, my yes!â Stella somehow managed to convey disapproval with a nod of her head. âThat was the one that was over there the most.â
âDid he entertain a lot of women?â
Stella snorted so hard she choked on her coffee. Once she recovered her breath, she clarified, âWhatever you think a lot is, multiply that by at least three!â
âThat many?â
âYes, and now that I think of it, two days before the murder, this one,â she gestured toward his phone, âshowed up while one of the other ones was there.â
âWas there an argument?â
âWas there an argument?â She scoffed as a frown pulled her lips down. âWoke half the building with the screaming. Iâm surprised no one called the cops.â
âThank you. This is very helpful. Did you happen to see her on the day of the murder?â
âNo, but that doesnât mean anything. I was gone for most of the morning.â
âWhere were you, again?â
âI left to help organize the church rummage sale early that morning.â
Liam checked his notes. âSo, you overheard the argument between the two men when?â
âOn my way out. I had to walk past Mr. Hayesâ apartment on my way to the elevator.â
âJust to review⊠you overheard the argument at roughly seven a.m., left for the church, followed by brunch, and returned home just after noon.â
âThatâs correct.â
âSo, you were home when the gunshots were fired?â
âYes.â She shuddered. âIt was terrifying!â
âAnd you didnât see or hear anyone else coming or going from his apartment that day?â
âNo.â
âIs there anything you can think of that you noticed that day? Anything at all?â
âI already told you everything yesterday. And that lovely reporter as well.â
Liam sighed at the mention of Riley. He couldnât forbid a private citizen from speaking to the press, no matter how much he wanted to. But it did remind him of something. âSpeaking of Miss Brooks⊠she mentioned you saw a woman at the victimâs apartment the night before the murder?â
âYes.â
âWas that woman either of these?â He showed her the photographs of both Sabrina and Katie again.
Stella peered at both, then shook her head. âNo.â
âDo you know who she was?â
âNo, sir. Iâm sorry. I couldnât keep up with all the women that were in and out of that apartment. Besides, I donât like to get into other peopleâs business.â
It took a concerted effort for him to not react to such an obviously false statement.
He jotted down a general description of the woman before extricating himself from the conversation. âOkay, maâam. Thank you for your time.â
âIâm always happy to help the boys in blue!â she smiled proudly. âYou have my number in case you have any further questions, right?â
âYes, maâam. Iâve got it.â Liam flipped his notepad closed. âIf you think of anything else, please let us know.â
He stepped out into the hallway and reconvened with his partner. âHowâd it go on your end?â
Flynn shrugged. âI found multiple witnesses that identified Sabrina Simmons as Trenton Hayesâ girlfriend, but none that could definitively place her at the scene on the day of the murder.â
âI confirmed there was a third woman here the night before the murder, but I donât know who.â
âWeâll have the plainclothes canvas again and try to find that information. I think itâs time you and I go have a conversation with Ms. Simmons.â
âAgreed.â Liam pushed the button for the elevator. When it dinged open, he found himself face to face with Riley. âWhat are you doing here?â
âGood morning to you, too.â She stepped back so they could fit into the lift with her. âProbably the same thing you are.â
Liam made a noncommittal sound in the back of his throat as they stepped into the elevator. âWhereâs your sidekick this morning?â
âMax?â She looked surprised at his question. âI donât know. Probably sleeping in after that late night we all had. Why do you ask?â
Liam shrugged. âIâm just used to seeing the two of you together.â
âWhen I need a photographer.â She studied his demeanor, then a small grin crept across her face. âWhy so interested in who I spend my time with, detective?â
âIâm not.â
Before she could answer, the elevator rocked to a stop on the first floor and the doors slid open. As they stepped off, a familiar face caught her eye. âDrake!â
The PI turned from the concierge desk to face the trio, his eyes lighting up. âRiley! What a pleasant surprise!â He was less enthusiastic as he greeted the two men. âHello, detectives.â
The men exchanged handshakes as Liam asked, âWhy are you here, Walker?â
âIâm investigating the murder of Trent Hayes. I was officially retained to do so this morning by Sadie McGraw. I was thinking it would be in both our best interests to collaborate.â
âI donât knowââ
Flynnâs phone cut through the conversation. He pulled it out and glanced down at the screen. âThis is the boss. Hold on.â
Flynn stepped away to take the call, leaving Riley with Liam and Drake.
Not awkward at all.
After a brief conversation, Flynn returned to inform the group, âThe chief just got out of a meeting with the mayor. We are to collaborate and cooperate fully with Walker here.â
âGreat!â Drake gloated.
âGreat,â Liam grumbled.
Flynn shot a pointed look at Riley. âIf youâll excuse us, maâam, we have a case to discuss.â
âDonât let me get in your way. Iâm just going to grab a latte and update my notes.â She gave them a disarming smile and turned on her heel, disappearing into the small coffee shop located just off the main entrance.
She really was going to update her notes, but she had no intention of leaving without an update on the case. Liam was never going to crack, but she liked her chances of getting information out of Drake. She fired off a quick text as she waited for her drink.
Ten minutes later, Drake was at her table. âYou said you had some information for me?â
âI said I was willing to trade information with you.â She gestured for him to sit as the barista approached to take his order.
He ordered a black coffee and then returned his attention to the reporter. âWhat information do you have that I canât find out for myself?â
âMaybe none.â She lifted a shoulder. âBut it took me three hours of knocking on doors to find out the identity of the woman Trent was with the night before the murder. You could spend the next three hours doing the same or we could help each other out.â
He regarded her thoughtfully for a moment. He didnât have to reveal anything about his client to slip her the information about who the police were looking at as their prime suspect. âI suppose I could share a detail or two. Youâre going to find it out on your own anyway.â
Her eyebrows raised. âHow do you know that?â
âBecause I did a little digging. Your investigative skills are impressive. No wonder youâve won the Edward R. Murrow Award for journalism as well as two Scripps Awards.â
Her eyebrows arched even higher as she took a long sip of her latte before placing the cup carefully on the table in front of her. âWow. You really did do your homework. I donât know whether to be impressed or alarmed. Are you stalking me, sir?â
âHardly.â He snorted. âAre you going to tell me that you did absolutely no research on me after agreeing to a date?â
âI agreed to dinner. No one said it was a date.â
âSemantics, but fine. Dinner. Answer the question. Did you not look into me at all?â
âYou mean did I find out that you graduated from the police academy at the top of your class but quit six months into your first year to go into business with your father? That you have one sister, Savannah, and that youâve never been married?â
He gave her a smug smile. âI knew you were into me.â
âPlease,â she laughed, âItâs just common sense to find out what you can about a man you plan to be alone with.â
He leaned across the table with a smirk. âSo, you plan to be alone with me?â
She hid a grin behind her cup. âAt the very least Iâll be getting into a car alone with you when we go to dinner.â
âIs that all?â
âWell, weâll see how the evening progresses, wonât we?â
âCanât wait.â
âNow, are you going to tell me what you learned from the cops?â
âI donât know. Are you going to tell me who the woman from the other night is?â
âIf your information is good enough.â
âI know who their prime suspect is.â
âIs it Katie or William Sloan or Dean Collins?â
âNo.â
She sat up straighter. âThereâs another suspect in play?â
He twirled his coffee cup in his fingers. âYep.â
âOkay. Yes, thatâs a fair trade. Who is it?â
âSabrina Simmons. She was his secretary when he was engaged to Katie. He cheated on Katie with Sabrina. Thatâs the reason they broke up. After Katie dumped him, Sabrina became his girlfriend. Last weekend, she showed up while he was entertaining someone else. Several neighbors heard the argument. The theory is that she got fed up with his womanizing. She has a history of stalking, and the cheating gives her motive.â
âInteresting theory, because the woman that was there Monday night is his current secretary.â
âSounds like he has a history of sleeping with his secretary. Whatâs her name?â
âSarah Foster. Sheâs not at work today. I already called.â
âWell, her boss slash boyfriend was murdered yesterday. I can track down a home address for her.â
âWay ahead of you.â She shoved her notes into her bag as she stood up. âWanna go question her together?â
âHow the hell did you get her address already?â
It was Rileyâs turn to smirk. âI have my sources.â
âOkay, letâs go. But Iâm driving.â
âI donât want to leave my car here. Iâll meet you there. Hereâs the address.â She quickly scribbled the information on a piece of paper.
He threw some money on the table to cover the coffee, took the slip of paper from her, and then pulled his phone out and opened the contact list.
âWhat are you doing?â
âHolding up my end of the deal with the CCPD. Collaboration works both ways.â
âCould you at least wait until after we have a chance to talk to her?â
He hesitated as he considered her request. âWhy?â
âBecause you and I both know that once the police get there, I wonât be allowed to talk to her! Police protocol this and interfering with an investigation that, blah, blah, blah⊠Come onâŠ. You wouldnât even know who she was if it wasnât for me.â
âI would have eventually knocked on the right door and found out.â
âYeah, hours from now, by which time I would have already interviewed her for my article. Donât make me regret sharing information with you.â
âFine.â He slotted the phone back into his pocket. âYou get ten minutes with her, then Iâm making the call.â
âDeal. Letâs go!â
The drive from Vista Heights to Sarahâs apartment complex took nearly forty-five minutes. Riley found Drake waiting for her in front of the entrance.
The apartment complex was a stark contrast to Trentâs. A dingy brick building surrounded by other dingy brick buildings, it had no doorman, and the front door was propped open. There was certainly no concierge desk or coffee shop in the lobby.
No elevator came when Drake pushed the button. âLooks like weâre taking the stairs.â
âGood thing sheâs only on the fourth floor.â
As they approached apartment 412, Drake suddenly stopped and put his arm out to halt Riley.
âWhat?â
âShhhâŠ.â He moved in front of her and pulled a gun from his hip. âThe door is cracked open. Stay here.â
Riley Brooks hadnât built her career by standing down. The moment Drake pushed the door open and stepped across the threshold, she followed, keeping quiet so he wouldnât notice.
âHello? Is anyone home? Sarah?â He called out as he made his way through the living room. He entered the kitchen and stopped in his tracks. âWell, shit.â
Riley entered right behind him, craning her neck to peer around him. Well, shit was right.
Sarah Foster lay on the kitchen floor in a pool of blood.
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"Annabel Bard attended this year's Met Gala in attire fit for Bella Goth herself! With a her hair in the icon's signature style and a dress that paid homage to her iconic red dresses, the actress truly embraced her role truly embraced the role of Bella Goth."
"Fashionably late, Corey Altman didn't disappoint with his own take on this year's theme. Fully committing to the bit, he even dyed his hair in reference to the sim of honor, and had a replica of her necklace made special for the event! The singer and actor was a highlight on the carpet, showing up with his signature charisma and charming the onlooking photographers and reporters."
"However, there to steal the hearts of viewers once again, was Corey's loyal companion, Sans the Dog. Dressed in a reference to Bella's husband, Mortimer, he strutted along the carpet like a seasoned celebrity."
- Excerpts from, STARS Magazine, May 2024 edition.
Thank you @havenroyals for putting the 2024 Met Gala together! I had such a fun time dressing my sims up and taking pictures at the event (and seriously this lot is gorgeous tysm!!) đ„°
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Hey guys. gay rights
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HELP HES JUST đ
(It would never happen even if we both wanted to bc he smokes but I went to school with him and have always been enamoured)
Visual Artist, fibre artist, Bassist, harpist(?), clarinetist, makes/produces own music (like do I want to smooch or just BE him?)
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This case is making me so fucking angry. theyre using common transphobic language, and also theyre not even HIDING their BLATANT FUCKING TRANSPHOBIA-
Wanna see the poster that made me aware of this current bullshit going on?
The second paragraph.
'Roxy Tickle is a man that wants to be a woman.'
Okay, well a simple google search says shes transgender.
Going a bit more in depth?
She has done Three years of hormone therapy and gender reaffirmation surgery.
Like this isnt a transgender woman who has done nothing to change her identity, she's got surgery and 3 years of hormone therapy!
And looking more into it? She has said;
"I am now legally a woman.
âI am already allowed to have a female gendered passport thanks to the letter from my GP confirming that they are treating me.
âI only have one step left - to update my birth certificate to say that Iâm female.
âI needed two medical specialists saying they have seen my genitals and they both needed to sign a form in the presence of a JP.
"These are the most extreme levels of identity proof Iâve ever come across â to have to show your genitals to an MD is embarrassing to prove who you are. The documentation has all now been completed and I will mail it this weekend."
That was all 4 years ago. 7 years of this shit now. (as of today, april 11th, 2024)
And the poster still refers to her as a he?
And thats the picture they use. Now heres a better one.
That was deliberate. They used an unflattering photo of her, and a very flattering one of Sall, just to try and tip people to Salls side. Common marketing ploy.
More research shows that she now has her birth certificate identifying her as female.
And this isnt enough?
By her logic, shouldnt a trans man be allowed on giggle, no matter how far through transitioning they are, purely because they were born female? I get the feeling that she would say no. This is simply blatant transphobia. Personally, I cant do anything, being a minor. I'm not sure how far this case is along, seeing as it started 2 days ago.
But I simply cant let this slide. When I saw it this afternoon it made me so fucking angry.
This case could change a lot of things. Make a lot of changes that make everything far worse for non cis gendered people, potentially influencing things world wide
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Sex Tutor
Summary: Harry's got a reputation on campus and you're curious to know if he can help you.
A/N: Requested! Thank y'all for being patient with me! Hope you enjoy! This will be 2 parts!!
Word Count: 10k
Warning: smut (oral sex), fluff, praise kink
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âYeah⊠that was good. I liked it.â
That wasnât the reaction you were hoping to get. You thought Gunther would be a lot more enthusiastic after coming in your mouth and you swallowing him down. You gave it your best work. You even choked a couple of times and you did hear him moan once or twice. But that didnât feel like enough
You wanted to ask him exactly what went wrong. Tips on what he liked and didnât. What you could do better next time⊠But instead, he just smiled and kissed your cheek, avoiding your mouth because obviously kissing the lips that had just sucked his cock would be gross.
So you left his dorm feeling a little disappointed in yourself. Annoyed really. You wished you were more bold and could just ask him what he wanted, what he liked most. You complained to your roommate even. She loved giving advice so you were always venting to her.
âWell, you know thereâs like this guy on campus who will walk you through that kind of thing⊠a sex tutor if you will. Letâs just say that he comes highly recommended. I know someone who hung out with him a few times, and she learned so much about her body and how good sex could feel without coming but he always made her come every time, and no man has ever done that to her before she told me.â
âA tutor for blow jobs?â You scrunched your face and giggled.
âWell, blow jobs and everything else really. I donât know. He gets around and they say heâs very knowledgeable about the body and sex. I think heâs like getting his masters in sexual health or something?â
You shoved at her shoulder and laughed, âOh my god I donât think so. That sounds crazy. Heâs probably some weird pervert or something.â
Your roommate turned her cellphone screen to face you, showing you an Instagram page with a photo of a very attractive young man youâd seen on campus a time or two.
âThatâs him?â Your eyes widened as you looked from the photo to your roommate.
âYup. Heâs not a weirdo either. I hear heâs super respectful and smart. Plus the bonus is that he looks like this.â
You nodded. That certainly was a bonus. Harry Styles. You knew about him from the student council. He did a lot of volunteering on campus and he was a graduate student so you didnât know him all that well, being only a sophomore yourself, but it was hard not to at least know the name and the face. He was popular. Clearly far more popular than you even realized.
And you definitely werenât going to reach out for a âsessionâ. That just felt silly. Though, you couldnât say you werenât intrigued by the idea, it just wasnât for you. Except that when Gunther didnât text or call you back for three full days, the whole time you wondered if your blow job was that bad. So when he did finally text you back to make plans for the following week, you felt like you were being given another chance to prove how good you could be. And maybe a lesson or two could be useful.
Reaching out to him via DMs on Instagram felt so unserious but you still did it. You cringed as you hit send and read over your message three times.
Hi! I heard you give special âtutoringâ sessions and wanted to know if you have some time to meet with me to set something up? Let me know if itâs okay.
You couldnât believe you were doing this, reaching out to a stranger for, basically, a booty call. But apparently he was used to it and had no qualms about responding to you in less than thirty minutes. As if he was running some kind of business.
Hi! Happy to meet up with you either tonight or Friday night. The initial meeting should only take like 20 minutes, somewhere public so you feel comfortable. Iâll ask you a few questions and then weâll set up a private one-on-one session together if it makes sense for both of us. No pressure ever. Whenever youâre ready.
Private one-on-one session. You rolled your eyes as you read over Harryâs response.
Tonight is good for me if you can fit me in. Whatever time you want.
You didnât know what to expect. You imagined he was cocky since he was apparently so good and sought after. Perhaps he would take one look at you and turn around. You were sure he had a say in who he âtutoredâ. Doubted he took on every single person who reached out to him.
Your roommate said he was respectful but you would place money on the fact that he was probably full of himself, being that he was a self-proclaimed Sex Guru. You were preparing yourself for someone with a larger-than-life personality.
You kept your outfit casual, not wanting to look like you were trying too hard. Jeans and a hoodie. Though you did shower and put on nice panties and made sure you smelled good. Just in case. One never knows when they are due to visit with a sex tutor.
Maudâs was one of your favorite spots on campus. They had the best iced matcha latte and thatâs just what you ordered yourself when you arrived. You sat down at a small table and faced toward the door so you could keep an eye out.
You were looking down at your cell phone when you heard the chime of the door. Flitting your eyes up and away from the screen of your phone you scanned the entry and spotted him right away.
He was wearing a black pullover hoodie and jeans. His hair all tousled like heâd just finished a âtutoringâ session. You raised your hand to wave at him and catch his attention and he grinned as you stood up but he gestured for you to stay seated, âIâll be right back. Just gonna order a drink.â
You were already feeling hot and embarrassed. God, what were you doing? The man was sex on legs and that deep, raspy voice he just spoke to you with had your insides twisting and turning all mushy.
When he returned he had an iced tea and he sat across from you. The smile on his face was kind. Open. It set you at ease a bit.
He took a sip through his straw and you noted the rings on his fingers and the nail polish on his nails, âSo, Y/n. Itâs nice to meet you in person. What are you majoring in?â
Okay. Small talk. You could handle that.
You told him your classes and what you were majoring in and then asked him the same and when he explained he was going for his doctorate in psychology with the intent to become a sex therapist you felt your heart thump wildly. He was gorgeous and going for a doctorate. The man was so beyond out of your league that you wondered why he was even sitting at that table with you entertaining this silly request of yours.
âWow. Thatâs⊠Iâm impressed.â
He grinned and you saw a dimple carve into his cheek, âThank you. Iâve worked really hard to get where I am. Still working, though. So letâs talk about what you want. What things are you interested in getting some guidance on?â
Here it was. The moment youâd been dreading. But also what you were most curious about.
âWell, Iâm seeing this guy and,â you took a breath. It was embarrassing to say it so casually at a cafĂ© on campus of all places.
Harry reached toward you and placed his warm palm over the top of yours, âHey, I know this feels weird. Doing this. Iâm not going to pressure you to say it if you find itâs too uncomfortable but just know,â he dipped his head down to meet your gaze with his brows gently raised, âEverything you tell me here will be kept confidential and private. Iâm not going to make fun of you or compare you to anyone else. If you change your mind, thatâs okay too. I want you to feel like youâre talking to a friend. Okay? Itâs up to you how much or how little you say. We move at your pace.â
You let out the breath you were holding and smiled. He was so â nice. He made you feel so at ease.
âThank you. Itâs weird. Yeah⊠but I think Iâm okay. I want to do this. I want to be better at like,â you looked around yourself and lowered your voice as Harry moved his hand from yours and you settled your gaze back on his, âBetter at giving blow jobs. And maybe like initiating more?â
He nodded, âOkay. Have you ever given a blow job before?â
You nodded, âRecently. The guy didnât seem very enthusiastic about it so I didnât know if I did something wrong.â
He took a sip of his tea and his green irises bored into yours, âI can tell you one thing I know that is true for nearly every single male I know; they love getting head. Even if he wasnât vocal he probably really enjoyed whatever you did. Does that make you feel better about your skill level?â
You puffed out a laugh and saw the smirk on his face. He was trying to get you to smile, âI donât know. Probably. Iâm sure Iâm overthinking it but I just wanted⊠like I want to be really good. Want to know tricks to get a real response.â
âDid the guy youâre seeing orgasm?â
You nodded again.
Harryâs grin softened, âThen you did as good as you could have. Goal achieved. He orgasmed and you made that happen.â
âBut I want to be better. Like⊠I really enjoyed what I was doing. Made me really⊠wellâŠâ you looked down at your empty mug and sighed, âI felt like I enjoyed it more than he did.â
He nodded and licked his lips and if you didnât know any better youâd say he was kind of checking you out. You werenât wearing anything revealing but he seemed to keep dropping his gaze to your lips and neck. But you figured that was because he was still getting used to your face and he was sussing you out a bit to see if he wanted anything to do with you beyond this conversation.
But that was true. He was checking you out. He saw your Instagram pictures before he contacted you (always his first step) and thought you were cute and wouldnât mind seeing you in person. He certainly wasn't disappointed by you when he saw you either. You were cute and a little nervous and when you started talking about how you enjoyed giving that loser a blow job he couldnât help but shift his eyes down to your mouth and imagine what your lips would look like on his cock. He wondered if youâd be just as eager to suck him off as you seemed like you were for the other guy.
Now, Harry was a polite and nice man. He was as respectful as they came. But he was still a man with a very high sex drive and he couldnât help it. He did enjoy having sex and he got a lot of ass because he was good at what he did. And he was under no allusion that it also didnât have anything to do with how attractive he was. Because of course, it did. He was aware of the way women looked at him and all the whispers about him on campus. And most of the time the sessions were just fun sex more than anything else. However, he happily gave guidance when needed.
And this time he was feeling pretty gung-ho to see what you could do. Heâd like to get started right away, which normally heâd wait until after the initial meeting before jumping into it but there was something about the way you were looking at him, your eyes hungry and invitingâŠ
You watched Harry shift in his chair and look around the cafĂ© before he looked back at you, âWhat are you doing right now? Like after this?â
âOh⊠nothing. Was gonna read a little, prep for a test I have on Monday. ButâŠâ you shook your head.
âWould you be interested in going somewhere more private? My studio is at the off-campus university apartments. Twenty-minute walk from here.â
Was he� You scrunched your brows, confused at the sudden invite to his place.
âItâs up to you. Iâm not rushing you or anything I just have a free evening and you seem really enthusiastic and Iâd like to kind of get a feel for what weâre working with. If you think youâre ready.â
You nodded, âOkay. I mean⊠yeah. So no roommates?â You laughed nervously as he stood up and it was the first time you let your attention fall to the space at his crotch, to which you quickly bobbed your eyes back up to his face as you stood.
âNope. Co-ed apartments. No roommate. Super private.â He didnât miss the way you scraped your eyes over his torso and down to the spot on his jeans where his zipper was.
So that was that then. Youâd be getting a lesson sooner than you imagined. And when you walked the twenty minutes through campus and the street that was just adjacent to the cafeteria you could almost hear your heart pounding. He was taller than you expected. He easily kept the conversation alive with small talk. He seemed so confident and easygoing. You tried to let that charisma and charm soak through your veins so that you werenât as nervous as you felt, but it was impossible. You were about to go into Harry Styleâs apartment alone and probably give him a blow job.
Harry waved at a few people on your way up to his floor. He was clearly popular. You wondered if anyone knew what might be happening. Why you were with him and why you were following behind him like you were a pup being trained and he was carrying a treat.
âHere she is,â he opened his door and gestured for you to walk inside. Neat and tidy with stacks of books and lots of plants. Some plants hanging, most potted, and on the floor or on tables. You noted he had no television and that there was a big partition that separated the small living space from what was probably where he had his bed. The kitchen was organized with open shelving and heâd bought a wire rack and it was stacked full of packaged foods, spices, oil, and other things to cook with at the top and at the bottom with pots and pans and a blender with its cord neatly wrapped around the base.
He excused himself to the bathroom while you looked around. There wasnât anywhere to go really. There were two doors in the whole place. The bathroom door and another one, which you assumed was a closet. The kitchen area was open to the small living space.
When Harry emerged he sat down on the couch, which looked well-worn. You wondered how many people heâd had over and on that very couch. He sat with his legs spread and drew his arms over the back of the couch and just watched as you stepped in closer toward the small coffee table, âI like all the plants,â you commented.
He nodded and you clasped your hands behind your back in wait for what would happen next. You didnât want to look again at his crotch. But the way he was sitting made it hard. He took up so much space on that couch and with his legs spread open like they were, it was almost as if he wanted you to.
âGonna sit with me? Iâm not gonna do anything if you donât want.â
You nodded and sat down, keeping your limbs close to your body and separate from him. You didnât want to invade his space or get in too close. Not yet anyway. Not until he invited you. Or rather, until he told you what to do next.
âEverything I said at Maudâs still stands. If you change your mind thatâs fine. Iâm not going to be mad.â
You turned to look at him and swallowed. The guy was out of this world. Simply delicious looking. âOkay.â You spoke in barely above a whisper.
Harry leaned forward, putting his elbows over his knees as he kept his eyes on you, âIs this how you usually initiate?â
You raised your brows and shook your head, âWhat?â
âYou said you wanted to be better at initiating. So far, Iâm not getting any signals that youâre interested. Could be your first problem. Try relaxing a little, Y/n. Sit back and unhook your fingers. Loosen your shoulders. Not only will you feel more settled, but youâll make the person with you feel better too. Which could push you to naturally begin conversation or movements that encourage contact.â
âOh. Okay,â you sat back into his couch and loosed your hands, relaxing your posture, and looked at him, âLike this?â
Harry grinned and let out a small laugh, âPerfect. Now at least it appears youâre not scared of me.â
âIâm not scared,â you quickly shook your head.
âI didnât think you were. But your body language was giving closed-off signals. Which could appear to some like fear or discomfort.â
It made sense you guessed.
âI see. So, relax and it makes everyone feel better.â
He grinned, âSo tell me what normally happens when youâre with someone and it leads to something sexual. Set the scene for me.â
You cleared your throat and decided to use your last time with Gunther as the example.
âWell, we were in his dorm room listening to music and laughing about somethingââ
âBack up a little. Did you invite yourself to his room? Did he invite you? What happened before you got to his room?â
âOh, uhâŠâ you pursed your lips in thought. âWell, we were out with two mutual friends. At a bar. Gunther, his name is Gunther, he was kind of flirting with me and I liked it. We didnât really know each other all that well before but I always found him interesting. And so⊠he was flirting with me. Complimenting me. Things like that. Then he asked me to go back to his room with him. So, I sort of figured something would happen,â you shrugged. You didnât know why it was so weird telling him all those details but it was.
You recounted how Gunther had made all the moves; kissed you first, groped you and then somehow it ended up with you sucking him off while he laid back on his bed and you were between his legs.
âAnd⊠he didnât return the favor? Like you didnât get anything?â
You shook your head, âI mean, I didnât ask. He got off and then that was it really. I left not long after.â
Harry frowned, âOkay. And did you hope heâd do something in return? Like, use his hands or his mouth on you? Did you want more?â
Another shrug of your shoulders, âI mean⊠I didnât expect it. Thought maybe next time we could do more? I donât know.â
âYou didnât expect it. But would you have liked it?â
Nodding your head you looked away from his eyes, âI guess.â
âDid it turn you on?â
Another embarrassing thing to admit to someone you hardly knew. You nodded again, âIt just all happened really quickly. I kind of thought things would take longer and weâd chat and maybe heâd have me stay longer and then⊠well anyway. It was like a total of thirty minutes or something that I was in his room.â
Harry sighed and crossed his leg over his thigh toward you, âAnd you really want to give Gunther the best head you can? The guy who wasnât worried about your own needs? Seems very selfless of you, Y/n.â
You let out a breath and laughed, âI know. I just want to be good at it. And that was the first time we did anything so I figured Iâd give him a pass.â
âThatâs very thoughtful of you. Gunther is lucky youâre still willing to give him another shot.â
âI guess I thought if I was better heâd want to do it more and maybe then we could do other things too.â
âIâm going to be honest, Y/n,â Harry stretched his arm across the back of the couch, âYouâre very cute and you probably wonât need to worry much about initiating most of the time. Like, for me, all you have to do is look at me with those pretty eyes and Iâm ready to do whatever you want me to.â
It had been a surprise to hear that. You werenât sure what to do with that information but you couldnât help but smile to yourself as you looked down at your lap.
âBut a good start is to keep eye contact. At least enough to indicate interest. Can you look at me?â
Lifting your gaze to his he grinned, âThere we go. So pretty.â
You shook your head, âIâm sure you say that to everyone.â
Harry lifted his hand to your cheekbone, âNo. I donât. And I donât do this with just anyone either. Sometimes I turn down a request. I donât tell them why but⊠Thereâs gotta be attraction on my end as well. And I find you very attractive, Y/n.â
You swallowed down the saliva in your throat and blinked for a break in eye contact before biting your lip.
âNow, even though weâre here for one thing, I do have opinions on matters of the heart and relationships. And frankly, I have to be honest about this Gunther, guy,â he dropped his hand, making his fingers brush down your cheek until he was no longer touching you, âI donât like that he didnât offer to get you off too. Thatâs a big red flag in my book. I feel itâs important to give and to receive unless itâs explicitly stated at the beginning. But you told me you thought youâd get more. And that bothers me.â
âWell, heâs a nice guy. I think he just wasnât thinkingâŠâ
âHe wasnât thinking about your needs. That was selfish of him and something to watch out for. We can give him a pass for the first time, but if you see him again and he still doesnât think about your needs, Iâd hope youâd end that relationship and seek someone whoâs willing to be less selfish with you.â
It surprised you that Harry was saying that about Gunther. But perhaps he was right. You did leave his dorm that night quite disappointed.
âI donât want to make you feel uncomfortable. I know you barely know me but thatâs just my take. Iâd never not offer to return the favor,â he kept his eyes on yours and you swore his lips were suddenly a shade darker. They looked like the perfect lips to kiss.
He grinned when he noted where your eyes were homed in on, âDo you mind coming closer? Feels like you're still too far away.â
You puffed out a nervous laugh as you scooted your bottom in closer toward Harry. His arm was draped over the back of the couch behind you and you felt the warmth of him before you felt his fingers graze the back of your neck.
 âSo, I can kiss you? Can we start there?â
You breathed out through your nose and smiled as you nodded and kept your face angled toward his. He watched as you hesitantly put your palm on his knee and he put his hand over yours, âYouâre a natural. See?â
Another soft laugh fell from your mouth as Harryâs face drew in closer to yours and your heart stopped as he nudged his nose into yours and you felt his soft lips smush against yours.
It didnât take long for you to start feeling that familiar heat between your legs as he ran his tongue against yours. It felt so intimate⊠not like a tutor lesson or anything of the sort. It was you and a handsome man making out on his couch as he pulled you onto his lap. It felt real.
For some reason, you imagined it being a little more dry. Like a real lesson. Like heâd pull his pants down and tell you what to do and show you what he liked and what really made men go wild. You hadnât imagined kissing being part of the equation for some reason.
âDid he tell you how soft your lips are or how those sweet little noises coming from your mouth drove him crazy?â
He spoke his words between kisses and you were going to pass out. Because no, Gunther gave you no compliments once you got into his dorm room.
You shook your head as you parted from the kiss, your eyes on his.
Harryâs eyes roved your face as he softly dragged his thumb back and forth on your jaw, âI donât like him one bit. You deserve someone whoâs going to tell you how good you are and how good you make them feel.â
He softly pressed his lips against yours again, the kiss heating up into a frenzied pace once again as you stuffed your fingers into his hair and then you felt the bulk of his erection under your thigh when you moved in closer.
Parting from the kiss you looked down and then back up at him and he just smiled. Like it was the most normal and natural thing ever. Which⊠it kind of was.
âGot me all hard already,â he slid his thumb from the edge of your bottom lip inward and you moaned, âJust like that. Youâre already better than you think you are. Youâre driving me crazy, Y/n. I want to see what these lips look like wrapped around my cock. Can we do that?â
You nodded and began to move off of him but Harry took your hand in his, making you pause, âIâll let you get me off if you let me get you off too. Okay?â
Your eyes widened, âReally? I thought this was just forââ
âI have a method and it always includes getting the other person off too. Or at least making them feel good. Unless you donât want that. Thatâs okay too, but I would prefer to touch you as well.â
âOkay,â your words were breathy as he helped you off his lap, keeping your hand in his but then he stood up and you watched as he ran his free hand over his crotch, âIs it okay if we do it my bed? A little more space there. Think itâll feel less rushed.â
Obviously yes. You wouldnât dream of saying no to this man. Not that you wanted to.
The space behind the partition was just a bed and one side table. His bed was neatly made and there was a plant hanging by the opening of the partition. He gestured for you to follow him onto his mattress and he placed his back at the wall, where he had no headboard.
Kneeing up to him you were feeling shy again and he leaned forward and cupped your face with one hand, âYouâre doing so good. If you need to stop at any time just say the word. Iâm not here to make you do something you donât want. Okay?â
You nodded, âYeah. I know. I trust you.â
âGood. Just wanted to remind you is all. I donât want you to feel like you have to keep going even if Iâm enjoying it, which I have a feeling Iâm gonna like whatever you do to me.â
You giggled and nodded. He was fluffing up your ego and you hadnât even really gotten started yet.
Harry started to push his jeans down, lifted his hips to get them off his legs, and then kept his eyes on you as he held his hand out for you to take, âCome here.â
You put your hand in his and let yourself get pulled between his legs as you looked down at the sizable lump under his boxer briefs, âCan we take your jeans off? Kind of want to have you in my lap a little while before we get down to it, yeah?â
You nodded and unhooked your button before pulling your zipper down. Harryâs hands found your hips as you tugged your jeans down and he helped you out of them, leaving you in just your hoodie and panties. Like Harry. He was just in his boxer briefs and his hoodie too.
You crawled into his lap, your thighs straddling his, and sat down as Harry smoothed his hands up and down your thighs, âThere we go. This feels nice, having you close like this,â he ran his palms toward your bottom and then back down your thighs to your knees, âHow are you feeling?â
You put your palms on his shoulders, âGood. Feel good. And you?â
âIâm feeling great. Iâve got you here in my lap,â he brought a hand up from your thigh to your face, his fingers sliding behind your ear with his thumb at your cheekbone, âAnd I like you. I think thisâll be fun. Just want you to feel at ease with me.â
You shifted on his lap, getting in closer, âI do feel at ease with you, Harry. Youâre really nice.â
âGood. Thatâs what I want to hear,â his voice was soft as he gently pulled you towards him and pressed his mouth against yours again. His kiss was soft and sultry. Harry was far more sensual than you imagined he would be. Lots of soft touches and reassuring words. And his mouth against yours was addictive.
You moaned when his thumb ran along the edge of your panties at your thigh and you rocked your hips down, pressing your panties-covered pussy over his erection.
He inhaled softly through his teeth and lowered his mouth to your neck where you were melted into him. His warm mouth sponged wet kisses down your pulse point as you lowered a hand to the top of his cock.
He sighed when you began to rub your palm over him and you began to move back. You were ready to get him in your mouth.
âYou can bring me out if you want. Or I can do it. Whichever youâre more comfortable with.â
You bit your lip and continued palming over him as you kept your gaze focused on his, âIâll do it. Do guys like that more?â
He grinned and the dimples that carved into his cheeks had you swooning, âYeah. Maybe. Depends on the guy but it can feel like the girl is really excited, like she canât wait â the enthusiasm is nice. For me? I do like it more. But honestly, I wouldnât complain if you wanted me to do it myself.â
You nodded in understanding as you focused on the dark green material of his underwear and reached toward the waistband. You looked up at him once more to check in and he just gave you a singular nod to keep going so you did.
The material was warm and stretchy. And you loved the way it felt to run your palm up the length of him, before peeling the fabric away and slowly revealing his cock. His tip was thick and smooth and dark pink. And then his shaft was girthy, quite meaty really, but so stiff. And when youâd pulled his underwear down far enough you took the whole of him in and it was⊠well it was a bit overwhelming. There was no way on Godâs green earth youâd be able to stick that whole thing in your mouth.
âYou donât have to have it all in there. This isnât a porno. I donât need you to choke on it or anything like that. Use your hands and your mouth, as long as itâs nice and wet itâs gonna feel really good.â
You nodded. It was a relief that he wasnât expecting you to deepthroat that thing, âDo you like it when someone can take it all the way?â
Harry breathed a laugh out of his nostrils, âWell⊠only if the person giving head likes that kind of thing. I would never enjoy it if someone wasnât into that. But yes. I do rather like it. Not more than any other type of blow job, though.â
You gulped and continued palmed at his length softly. Harry kept his eyes on you to watch how youâd do it. To see what your go-to move was and when you made no move he finally spoke, âGo in however you want. Letâs see how you normally go about giving a blow job.â
âOkay. YeahâŠâ You took a deep breath and lowered yourself down as he fixed his feet flat on the mattress with knees bent upward, making space for you to fit between his thighs. First, you spat over his tip and used your hand to rub your saliva down his shaft. A quick glance up at him and he looked like he was enjoying it.
After spitting another glob over his slit that clung to your lips a little longer than it did the first time things were feeling much wetter. You stroked along the full length of his cock, from base to tip, tip to base, and back again as you lowered further, getting your lips just over his tip, and looked up at him, swiping your tongue over his crown. Smooth and warm. Adjusting your hips you got into a better position and gripped his base with both hands as you began to take him in your mouth. Your tongue cupped the underside of his cock as you dipped down and pulled up, suckling at his tip before repeating.
Harryâs fingers gently pushed at your chin, âIâd like you to do one thing for me, Y/nâŠâ your eyes shot up to his, âCan you keep your eyes on me, just like youâre doing right now?â
You pulled off and nodded, âYeah. Sorry.â
Harry tutted at you, âYou didnât do anything wrong. Just really fond of your pretty eyes. Personal preference is all.â
Keeping your gaze on his you kissed his tip softly and slowly before tonguing at his frenulum. It was a good thing you were looking at him in that moment because the expression on his face as you ran your tongue along the underside of his cockhead was lascivious and the sudden heat between you two might not have been noticed if you hadnât been looking at him.
When you lowered your lips over him again, hollowing your cheeks and cupping the underside of his dick with your tongue, he palmed over your cheek and softly thumbed at your temple, âY/n⊠fuck⊠thatâs really good. Keep looking at me like this pretty girl.â
The soft touch from his hand and thumb on your face was full of affection and made your heart thunder in your chest. It made you dizzy the way he was looking at you. It was such a lewd act but somehow filled with tenderness.
The drool that leaked out of your mouth and down his shaft allowed your hands to slip around his base, twisting as you bobbed over the first bit of him with your mouth. It seemed like he was really enjoying what you were doing. Having your eyes on him while you were doing it felt more encouraging than embarrassing.
And Harry was very much enjoying what you were doing. He wasnât all that picky when it came to getting blow jobs. Why would he be? Some hot girl wanted him to show her how to be better? Well, he rarely did much in the way of making someone any better than they already were.
Harry never intended to be known as a sex tutor or a sex guru. He was just a guy who loved sex. A guy who was patient and who really did care about the person he was with, even if it was just a one-time thing (which most of them were). And his line of studies gave him insight many lacked. The more he slept around (safely) the better he got and the more he understood. He put into practice the things he learned in his classes and when he was a Junior after a string of hookups with a group of very popular seniors he started to get a reputation.
It started with comments and discussions on the size of his cock. Then it eventually escalated to him being very good in bed. And how he could always make a woman come (he didnât always make them come but he certainly tried and he learned the art of allowing sex to just be something that felt good and intimate and didnât have to end in that elusive orgasm every time).
The first girl who was bold enough to ask him if heâd help her get to know her body better, had told him how she heard he was the best⊠and that had caught off guard. But he gave it a go. And he wound up enjoying the whole thing so much that when another girl asked him for help he decided there was no harm in going along with it.
He wasnât trying to take advantage of anyone, as some jealous of his prowess would make it seem. No, he just really wanted to help, he loved that connection and to have it end with sex (in whatever form) was never a bad thing. Mostly he was just having fun and if he could use some of his knowledge and give someone confidence by the end of a âsessionâ then so be it.
When you sucked around him, slurping noises came from between your lips and the skin on his shaft and he moaned, âOh thatâs goodâŠâ He gently placed a hand at the back of your neck and nudged his hips upward the slightest when he felt his cock start to throb and balls tightened.
Harry pulled at you to bring you up so you slid your lips from his tip and looked at him with pretty rounded eyes as you sat on your knees.
âYouâre perfect. If I had you sucking me off like this every day Iâd have no complaints. Thatâs the work of someone whoâs into it and I can tell you are. Got me so close to coming already,â he took your hand and kissed the tops of your knuckles. Yeah, you were already smitten with him. But maybe that was just because you liked his praise so much.
âThank you,â you grinned shyly.
Harry took the hand he kissed and brought it down between his legs, sliding your fingers on the underside of his balls, âThereâs this spot right here. Kind of smooth. Feel that?â
You nodded.
âItâs called the perineum. This spot,â he pressed the pad of your middle finger over the area of skin, âFeels really good when you rub it gently. Especially while youâre also giving a blow job. Maybe take my balls in your palm a little to massage them and then move to the perineum. Just about any man you suck off is gonna absolutely love it. Itâs also a really good trick when you just want the guy to come already, âcause maybe heâs taking too long,â he grinned.
He dragged your hand up to cup his scrotum and you kept your eyes on his as you softly squeezed. Harryâs brows narrowed and his lips parted, âLetâs do that yeah? Wanna give it a go?â
Nodding, you lowered yourself again, your lips parting around his crown as you gently massaged his balls and kept your eyes angled up toward his. You kept one hand at the base of his shaft and felt the full, warmth of his sac in your palm before you pulled off of his cock and dropped your lips down to his balls, kissing the skin all around and skimming your tongue through every crevice and wrinkle, wetting him on all sides.
You remembered you were supposed to be looking up at him and when you saw his face it only egged you on. His soft groan and pink puffy lips parted in lust with hooded eyes so you wound your tongue down further and pressed the tip of your wet muscle to the spot he called the perineum.
âFuck! YesâŠâ
You liked that reaction. So you did it again and used your hand on his shaft to continue pumping him in long strokes as you pressed over the small strip of skin under his scrotum before you brought your tongue all the way up over his balls and to his base. The pre-come dripping from his tip made things wetter as you slid your palm over him.
You kept one finger on his perineum and then brought your mouth back over his cock and the desperate whimper that fell from his lungs made you feel giddy. You sucked him in and flicked your sight up to him but his eyes were closed. You could feel his legs trembling as your shoulder was pressed into his inner thigh. Gently you brought your hand over his scrotum and massaged as you worked his tip with your lips and tongue.
He placed both of his hands on either side of your head, âY/n⊠yes⊠honey Iâm gonna come. Thatâs so good. Youâre so good for me⊠holy shit⊠where do you want me to come, huh?â
You were kind of amazed at how he was so melty and whimpery from the blow job you were giving him. You lifted and looked up at him, âJust come in my mouth. Want you to feel good.â
He nodded as he panted and you put your lips back on him, lowering down and sucking as you used your tongue to apply pressure to his crown. Continuing to play with his balls and peek up at him you saw the moment his face scrunched up and his lips dropped open wide. No sound came out at first but you tasted the first pump of his come down your throat and then felt his big cock throbbing against your tongue and it was the hottest blow job youâd ever given. And you werenât even receiving⊠the reaction he gave you had you so turned on and so dizzy that you felt the need to take him deeper.
You forced yourself down further, feeling his tip nudging and spurting at the top part of your throat and you swallowed around him before sputtering slightly.
When he finally began to moan it was deep and throaty. His head was tilted back, facing the ceiling as he pumped into your mouth and down your throat. The hands he held at the side of your face were gentle and honestly? You were in heaven. You could do this with him every day if he let you.
And you tried not comparing Gunther to Harry but it was hard. Harry was so masculine and his cock was prettier and much bigger. With Gunther, you could almost take all of him in your mouth without much issue. You didnât but you probably could have. Harry was a different story. His big cock filled up all the space in your mouth and he smelled so good too. It was a mix of what you assumed was his natural smell with a clean powdery soap.
But it was the moans Harry was making that had you feeling so worked up. He really enjoyed your blow job and that was all you needed to feel good about yourself and your ability.
Harryâs moan quieted into a simper as you continued dragging your tongue along the underside of his cock until he lulled his head forward and looked down at you, âSâgood. Fuck that was good.â He prodded at you to bring your mouth off of him and you sat back with a proud smile.
He leaned forward to pull at the back of your neck and smash his lips against yours. You clung onto his shoulders as he positioned you next to him on the bed on your bottom and then he ran his hands down your sides and pulled at your sweater, âCan we get this off?â
You gripped the bottom hem of your hoodie as Harry sat back and peeled his sweater off over his head, making you pause so you could devour his chest and his arms, and his abs with your eyes. The tattoos that were scattered over his body and on his arms were no surprise. Youâd heard through the grapevine about his tattoos once your roommate told you about him. And you heard he was fit. But this? He was the perfect amount of muscled and beefy. He was lean but he appeared well-fed. Broad shoulders, pecs you could bite intoâŠ
You gulped when you felt Harryâs big hands smoothing up and down your limbs as he absorbed the sight of you before you finally pulled your sweater off and then unhooked your bra, holding the cups up against your breasts for a moment to make sure he was still in it. Because maybe your body would be a complete turn off but his expressive face did all the talking and he moved his hands up your hips as his irises roamed over your skin.
âSo pretty, Y/n,â he spoke like he knew you needed the reassurance. Which you did. So you slowly lowered your bra and pulled the straps from your arms and almost immediately Harry ducked down and kissed your right nipple while his hand palmed at your left tit. He moaned against your soft flesh and you felt cool air hit your skin in the path where his tongue laved against you.
A soft gasp fell from your lips when he wrapped his mouth over your nipple and looked up at you from his spot, pink lips suckling at your breast. It was almost as if he needed to make sure he was doing what you liked. As if the man wasnât some kind of expert.
Harryâs bulky body moved over you and his hands brushed over the skin at your sides and down to your hips where your panties clung tight. You lifted your hips, ready for him to take care of you, ready to have him pull the last bit of fabric from your body and Harry grinned at you.
âIâm gonna pull these down, okay?â
Nodding you laughed in slight nervousness. You werenât sure when youâd gotten so eager but giving Harry a blow job had made you a bit insatiable and all of the nice things he said about you, how good you were... Your insides were aching and you knew you were probably already wet, the crotch of your panties was warm against your skin.
And as he slowly dragged the material down your legs he kept looking up at you. A little bit of reassurance that he was only going to go as far as you wanted.
Paying close attention to his eyes you watched him drag his gaze over all your crevices and then up to your tits and then your eyes as he licked his lips. He wrapped a hand on the underside of your calf, lifting your leg the smallest bit as he tucked himself in closer, his shoulders pressing into your thighs.
The warm, soft kisses he dotted on your inner thigh as he looked up at you made you feel worshiped. Like he was savoring the moment and was going to take his time with you.
âY/n, I just want to make you feel good. Tell me if you donât like something or if you need something more okay? Because you did so good for me and Iâm gonna be dreaming about those lips on me. Just want to make you feel as good as good as you made me feel.â
Harry could tell you liked a bit of praise. A compliment here and there was easy enough to throw in because it was all true. You were very good and you were so pretty and now he was going to return the favor as best he could.
When you felt his tongue swipe up through your crease you moaned faintly as you kept your eyes on him. And when he dug in more, attached his lips to your pussy, and began sucking at you the groan that fell from his chest rumbled through your core and you held on to the back of his head as you arched your back off of the pillow under yourself. His lips slicked up and down, tongue pressing at your clit and then he moved, bringing his arm in and you felt his fingers prodding at your entrance as he looked up at you, pulling his mouth away from your pussy, âTastes so good, Y/n. Could bury my face here all day long. You mind if I finger you a little? Would that feel good?â
He ran his digits through your folds like he already knew your answer and you nodded quickly, âYeah. Okay. If you want.â
He grinned before you felt him push his middle finger past your opening and then he watched the face you made as he curled his finger up in your magic little spot. The one only your rabbit vibrator seemed to be able to hit.
You gasped and with that, he brought his lips back over your clit and got to work. His dark curls were smooth and thick between your fingers and the way he kept pulling his gaze up to yours as he licked into you was naughty. The whole scene was something from a dream. There was something so soft about how he kept his eyes on you to check-in.
Youâd had a couple of guys go down on you before but they had no idea what they were doing and you werenât sure if it was just supposed to feel like slippery nothing gliding over your labia or not. But now, with Harry doing the work⊠well you realized what it was actually meant to feel like. And Harry was not giving you slippery nothing.
He seemed to enjoy it as well which made your heart lurch in your chest. Especially with how he was moaning into you like you tasted good. And he had told you as much, which⊠that had you on edge already.
When Harry slid in a second finger he opened his mouth wide and tongued up from where his fingers were pumping into you to your clit.
You couldnât help the pathetic moans that were loudly bouncing off the walls of his studio, âOh god, HarryâŠâ
But the thing that was really seeping into your skin and your veins and making your heart pound was his eyes on yours. You couldnât get over it. It was so intimate and sexy and the gushy noises coming from your slippery pussy were lewd and dirty. It was the perfect juxtaposition of just nasty enough but also sweet and soft that had you spiraling.
When they tell you that the biggest part of getting turned on is all in the mind, thatâs absolutely true. Harry was a master at it. You werenât sure youâd ever been so turned on with any man before. He really knew which buttons to push and all the right things to say.
âFuck, thatâs good⊠holy shit, HarryâŠâ
He loved hearing you whine his name and the feel of your hips bucking upward in tiny bursts. You were one of those girls that was going to have an orgasm, he just knew it. The way you kept getting wetter every time you shot your eyes down to his was a big telltale sign. Some didnât like the eye contact but he loved it and so did you, clearly.
He moaned into your pussy and swallowed you down as he worked his tongue in teasing circles around your clit before wrapping his lips around you again and smushing down over you with just the right amount of pressure.
The arm he had under your thigh he wrapped under your lower back, pulling you in closer if that was possible, as he continued fingering you with his other hand. The man was unquenchable. Like he needed to stuff his face in as close as humanly possible. Like he needed to suck you dry and make it so that you never forgot his name.
Your insides were melting for him. His fingers were magic inside of you and it had your brain all fuzzed out and blurry. But the way he rolled your clit under his tongue was divine, otherworldly⊠he knew what he was doing with that big mouth of his.
You gasped and looked back down at him again and his eyes were already pinned to yours.
âOh⊠gonna co⊠oh fuck, gonna comeâŠâ you felt like you were being lifted into the air, levitating and vibrating off the bed and out of the atmosphere as he kept his fingers and his tongue steady. But when he moaned deeply into your cunt, that low resonate sensation traveling from your clit to your core and through your tummy made you lose control.
You didnât realize you were yanking his hair as your legs quaked and your body liquified under him. But it didnât deter him. He watched you unravel, tits bouncing and back arching as you orgasmed into his mouth and he curled his fingers up against your g-spot as you clamped over his digits.
If he didnât have his mouth occupied he would have praised you more in that moment. Told you how pretty you were and how good you did for him. But he waited until you began to slowly come back to earth before whispering into your ear the sweet things he knew youâd like to hear.
He laid next to you and grasped your face, kissing your lips softly as you sighed, âSo fucking good. What a pretty orgasm that was, Y/nâŠâ He spoke between kisses.
âDid that all for me? Yeah?â
You couldnât answer him. Not in that moment. Youâd just melted and dissolved and had only begun to re-solidify and become a real human with lungs and limbs and skin and pores again.
âYou are really fun to eat out, Y/n. Tasted so nice and you sound so sexy when you come. You can call me anytime you need a release okay?â He continued kissing your cheek and your lips as he spoke softly.
Harry didnât rush you out like you thought he might. He rubbed over your tummy and kissed your breasts softly and ran his lips up the side of your neck as you slowly opened your eyes and sighed.
âFeel okay?â
You nodded and smiled, âReally good.â
âStay as long as you want. Okay? No rush. We can even grab dinner together if you want or I can make you something.â Harry wasnât sure why he asked you that. While he didnât usually rush anyone out, he didnât typically offer food or dinner either. There was just something about you that compelled him to ask. Perhaps he hoped youâd stick around a bit longer.
You sat up, âOh. Thatâs really nice of you. But⊠maybe I should probably head back. Get some schoolwork done.â
Youâd have loved to stay for dinner but you also didnât want to get your feelings mixed up for a guy like Harry. Not that there was anything wrong with him, but you understood what this was. A one-time thing. Something fun where you got to learn a thing or two. If you stuck around too long youâd probably just want more. And that would only end in heartbreak for you. Because Harry was kind of the ideal guy in a lot of ways.
âOf course. Just thought Iâd ask.â
There were no hard feelings for this kind of thing. Harry wasnât offended that you didnât want to stay. Heâd had a good time with you and he was almost certain you had a good time as well. And that was just about all one could ask for.
Harry let you use his bathroom to clean up and get dressed. And as you did so you thought about how Gunther didnât even offer you anything to eat or to stay after. In fact he didnât even ask if you wanted to use his bathroom, when that would have been nice after giving him head. Because even though Gunther didnât really touch you, you were still wet, and walking back to your dorm with wet panties was not a nice feeling. Especially when you didnât even get anything out of it.
Youâd be wary of Gunther. Youâd give him another shot because you were a nice girl but you werenât going to ignore the concerns Harry had. Perhaps Harry was right.
When you stepped out of the bathroom Harry handed you a glass of water, âDrink a little before you head out, and what dorm do you live in?â He looked down at his phone as he asked.
âOh⊠uh the Millennium dorms near the arts building.â
He nodded as you took a gulp of the water and he showed you his phone, âUber will be here for you in three minutes. Iâll walk you down, okay?â
âWait. You didnât have to do that! Um⊠I can walk or get an Uber myself itâsââ
He shook his head and grinned, âI know I didnât have to but itâs getting late. Donât want you walking twenty minutes by yourself. Who knows what could be lurking out there,â he laughed.
You pointed at him, âFine. But Iâm gonna pay you back. Next time I see you okay?â
âNot necessary. Now come on,â he playfully swatted at your bottom and directed you toward his door, âLetâs go downstairs and wait forâŠâ he looked at his phone, âRebecca in a white Trail Blazer.â
PART 2
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a/n: lore. a lot of lore. i always cannot help but write backstories. ure gonna have to bear w/ me SORRY !!!! based off of this drawing that i wanted to write sum about but then i thought why not combine it w/ this prompt. i went a little insane on this mb / tagging @papersirens @crysugu @getousex @hyomagiri @slttygeto, who else r geto fuckers
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warnings: roommate!geto, soft dom!geto, mutual pining, reader steals one of getoâs shirts, geto is also a little bit of a pervert, mentions of panty sniffing but geto doesnât do it, m! and f! masturbation, fingering, clit stimulation, oral / cunnilingus, slight nipple play, spitting (on ur pussy), finger sucking, p -> v sex, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut
geto was a sweet roommate.
heâs always topping up on supplies when you needed things, pushing away your hand whenever you wanted to pay. where he got all his money, you werenât even sure. geto cleaned the house, he cooked dinner, hell, it was like you two were married at this point. even gojo had asked if he would get together with someone who wasnât you (and of course, in classic gojo way, he was skilled in asking it in a roundabout way), getoâs firm and abrupt ânoâ was enough to make gojo grin from ear to ear.
even he wasnât sure when it all started â you were always friends with the three of them, gojo and shoko and himself, participating in their antics and getting in trouble in high school. there was hardly any dull times between the four, looking at you through the lens of a friend. but when those lens started to turn blurry and black, seeing you in a new light of tighter outfits and a sweet smile that looked like it contained something hidden, suguru genuinely hoped it would all go away.
itâs not like he thought he was unattractive, but you wouldnât go for a guy like him, someone hidden behind gojoâs bright personality or shokoâs satirical, cool demeanour. he was oh so oblivious, however, turning an unintentional blind eye when youâre hanging with gojo for the day but only because you wanted to know what birthday present would be best for him, or having a movie night with shoko only to disregard cher horowitz on the television just to ask if geto would like your new nails and hair.
the two of you were so dense when either of you were hanging with them, going on for so long even after taking a gap year for shokoâs overseas med school attachment. they assumed the two of you wouldâve done something then, but it was stagnant, dry, that gojo almost wants to take matters into his own hands; so when youâre begging geto if you could room with him, since he lived near the university you were all attending together,
âsuguru, pleaseeâ i wouldnât wanna travel for hours on end just for like a two hour lecture.â
shoko smiles, gojo laughs, slinging an arm around you, âhelp your poor friend out, suguru.â
gojo torments him to no end. he doesnât regret it one bit when your arms are thrown around his neck in a bear hug in thanks, feeling himself get hard just from the way your breasts press against his chest.
âyeah,â itâs said breathily, softly, âitâs no problem.â
suguru thanked god you hadnât wanted to move in that very same day, cause all that could be heard throughout the small apartment was him pumping his cock to a polaroid picture of you, calling out your name softly as he came all over the photo of your bright smile. he didnât need the fan that night, the guilt was enough to burn him alive. and after, he acted like nothing happened, except the many, many times heâd think of taking you on every surface of the house, suffering silently for an entire year as the two of you fell into routine day by day.
today might change, however, when geto hangs the last piece of clothing, something that was hardly a difficult task, but it proved to be the hardest thing to date when heâd spot the bras and underwear lying at the bottom of the basket each time he prepared to do laundry. geto wills himself to wash, hang it, and get out but he cannot tear his eyes away from the unmistakable dark spot at the centre of your panties before itâs thrown in, taunting him to just pick it up to breathe in your scent, to do something to defile it, to let his desires take over. but he wasnât gojo, no, heâd wait all the time in the world for the right time, even if it was at the expense of a throbbing cock and flushed cheeks.
â(y/n), âm going to the store, you wantâŠâ his voice trails off when the drawer before him shows only one clean shirt left, sighing when his favourite shirt has gone missing, again. he knows it simply by the missing tag on the top, cut off terribly by your hands on a drunk movie night. he was thankful you missed his skin by an inch, but he cherishes that shirt and night dearly. geto simply brushes off the mishap, grabbing a sweatshirt instead.
thereâs a rap on your door that quells all movement from your side, fabric clutched tightly between your fingers that it hurt just a little.
â(y/n)? love? you okay?â
âyâ yeah, iâm fine sugu. what did you say earlier?â
âiâm going to the store. itâs grocery day so iâll be there for a while â need to stock the fridge up for the week. you want anything?â
geto wishes so desperately to see your face now, asking if you could go and holding a reusable bag by your side, but strangely you donât even make a move to open the door.
âno itâs fine, and okay! iâmâ uh, busy with something,â you look towards the door and back to the article of clothing in your hand, âso iâm sorry i canât help today.â
getoâs disappointment is brief, but he recovers as soon as he hears your apology, in that sweet, honeyed voice you love to use on him, as oblivious as you were of its effect.
ââs fine, see you later!â thereâs a weird and panicky bout of feeling geto gets, but heâs satisfied with the hum you sound through the door. and once the door clicks behind him, youâre unlocking your own door softly, ensuring your surroundings are safe.
geto wasnât the only one. between your fingers were his favourite shirt, straight from the dirty laundry of last weekâs load; itâs been a reoccuring thing these few weeks after realising you maybe want geto to fuck you silly. youâre sneaking around undetected with it, holding it to your nose, breathing in his natural musk. it was the one shirt you liked on him â always put on when with you â itâs like your secret little joke from that night. and it was so sinful, the way your breath hitches from just his scent, the way your panties pool with arousal.
what would it be like to actually wear it?
the thought crosses your mind and leaves just as fast, heart pounding in your chest when you realise youâve never tried that before.
peeling off your top, you slip it on carefully, swallowing from how much larger he is than you. the sleeves extend past your elbows by a little, so much cloth on you that youâre a little lightheaded by the possibility of being getoâs, belonging to geto.
âoh godâŠâ you sigh, feeling your pussy throb at the thought, and your hands are shy when they creep in between your thighs. they rub at your clit gently, imagining geto was doing the work instead. heâd be so gentle with his hands, cupping your thighs, spreading your legs.
youâre whining when your fingers find your way into your cunt, nose filled with the scent of geto and head filling with the repeated runnings of his tongue on you, his cock in you, his whole person devoted to you. itâs cute how you donât know thatâs already the case. your fingers are lacklustre as you pump them in and out while your other hand is busy with your clit and you look like a goddess: spread out on your bed in nothing but your roommateâs shirt, a soft, slow melody playing from your phone.
youâre so entranced by the sensations you donât hear the front door opening and the rustle of the plastic bags (he forgot the reusable bags) containing your groceries, distracted by the phone call heâs having with gojo who teases him through the line. his best friend says stupid crap like sheâs definitely into you, too. what her panties smell like? have you guys fucked yet?
the last two was enough for geto to whisper a soft satoru!, clearly displeased with the way he was asking about you, about you both that he only rolls his eyes, muttering an annoyed âiâm hanging up, you pervert. iâll talk to you laterââ
setting down the bags, he frowns again upon seeing the closed door, although not as closed you thought you left it.
âsuguruâ f-fuck, right thereââ geto chokes on his saliva at the moans coming from behind the door, careful not to step on the wrong floorboard below him as he lines up with your room door â a terrifying feat rewarded by your needy whines begging for him. he can hear the wetness of his roommateâs cunt, and he wants to take a peak so bad; so he does just that and stiflies a groan at the sight.
your hair is splayed out all around you, pussy facing the entrance of the door just perfectly and his shirt draped over your body. it sends him into a frenzy, head reeling at seeing his shirt so oversized and so perfect over your body that he swears he cums a little at the display. your cute face scrunched up in pure pleasure, your toes curling around the bedsheets he changed for you.
oh, shit.
and geto panics when your head shoots up, eyes meeting his and your hands halting.
fuck, did i say that out loud?
youâre speechless although your reflexes cause you to close your legs immediately, scooting up the bed like youâve just got cornered by a predator. it was similar â geto with his big, brooding self, moving slowly into the room with both hands up and a dazed look behind his eyes, you, exposed in the eyes of a hungry man whoâs craved you for so many months. you like it.
âyouâreâ youâre wearing my shirt,â geto gulps, causing you to let out a nervous laugh.
âyeaâ yeahâŠâ
geto thinks that maybe this is it. this was the moment heâs been holding back on for so long, and so he crosses that boundary into your space, stopping right at the footboard of the bed. you follow suit, going onto your hands and knees and crawling to him that he tilts his head back. everything you do drives him crazy.
suguruâs words is heavy, âyou think youâre cute, hm? stealing my shirt and then moaning out my name and fingering your pussy like thatâŠâ
your breath shakes, ascending to your knees so youâd reach his height, but not quite. he tugs you closer to him.
âyeah.â itâs so quiet he almost doesnât hear it, âbeen wanting you for a long time.â
your roommate hums, lips hovering over yours just by an inch. youâd probably pass out if not for your racing heart and pulsating core.
âyeah?â
youâre finished with words, resorting only to a shy nod before geto crashes his lips onto yours, wrapping the other arm around you as yours go around his neck. itâs messy, filled with drool, devouring you on the spot for teasing him for so long, mouths moving in sync with each other. thereâs a soft moan that escapes your mouth when you feel him manhandle you with ease, picking you off the bed to set you down on your back gently.
âcâmon, letâs see the mess you made,â you mewl at the words but your legs are stubborn, still in disbelief at the way suguru treats you, but you let him pry your legs apart after some gentle praises. you stifle a smile when you see how geto exhales at how beautiful your pussy is, leaking from your hole while your puffy clit is begging to be touched.
âoh, sheâs so fuckinâ prettyâŠâ your roommate mumbles, intoxicated on your scent as he bends down, giving your cunt one last loving look before he looks to you with a small grin. itâs clear he cannot wait, but he pauses for the words he wants to hear.
âwanâ you to eat me out, sugu,â youâre mumbling and suguru thinks itâs so cute, only responding by giving you a peck on your inner thigh, a soft yeah? before he goes down on you.
getoâs tongue on you is slow and cautious, drawing languid circles around your clit as he plays with your thighs, moaning softly into your core.
âsâdamn sweet,â you can feel the stretch of a smile before he resumes, drawing you in slowly with each lick, each suck. geto doesnât let your arousal go to waste, using a finger to scoop up your juices before he rubs the area around your hole and then the first push into your pussy makes you let out a loud, wanton moan.
âohâ your fingers, sugu, theyâreââ theyâre so much thicker and longer, everything that you couldnât feel before now feels too much and yet your cunt gives him his answer by clenching around his longer finger.
âbetter than yours?â he asks with a lopsided smile.
you huff in indignance â not your fault you had shorter fingers, âyeah.â
âiâll make full use of âem, baby,â geto gasps softly when he pushes his finger right to the hilt, obsessed with the way your hand closes around his wrist. âtoo much?â
you shake your head, ân-no, justâ feels too good.â
your roommate laughs softly, âprincess is just too sensitive.â
heâs tempted to chuckle again when he sees how the pet names affect you, but soon heâs adding a second finger and pushes in, moving at a slow speed. and then when he adds his mouth into the mix, youâre begging for him to hurry; his eyes flutter close, getting lost in everything that you dish out.
getoâs pace is routine like his life, but itâs not any less pleasurable as he curls his fingers upwards, stretching you out and hitting your spot repeatedly. he continually flicks his tongue and sucks and slurps, tasting your essence once and needing a second, third, fourth, umpteenth taste, bringing out the most delicious moans to fall from your lips. itâs like hearing aphrodite sing, and yet you cross her by miles both in beauty and voice. surely, he shouldnât mention that out loud, but eros canât possibly help the arrow puncturing his heart, and looking at his psyche now, he thinks you look absolutely flawless.
âf-feel so good, mmhâ so deep, suguruâ!â his eyes snap open to look at you with hooded lids, sending you a cheeky wink before he starts to suck on your bundle of nerves, keeping his mouth latched around it as his fingers speed up. the noises of your cunt sucking him in paired with your whines just sound so good, and the scent of his shirt is dizzying, pulling it higher and higher till it pools around your chest. you watch as geto pulls away for a second, gathering saliva in his throat before he spits on your pussy, and the action is so lewd your jaw drops and your hips start to hump against him.Â
âya like that? filthy girl,â geto smiles, rubbing his thumb into your clit and thereâs that distinctive build-up in your stomach, coiling and burning until lays his tongue flat onto your cunt, pressing it deep along with the fingers that curl up in your pussy.
âsuââ you donât even have time to tell him, cumming all over his fingers and soaking the sheets, flustered at the in-awe look geto has on his face at how the shirt had ridden up, at how your hands cup your tits and play with your nipples, at how your cunt gushes so sweetly for him. he continues to pump his fingers to let you ride out your orgasm, relishing in the whine you let out when he removes his fingers.
âpatience, sweetheart,â geto moves up to reach you, fingers waiting inches away from your lips. youâre taking his fingers into your mouth, keeping eye contact as you wrap your tongue around them and sucking your cum off of him, swearing lowly when you grab his wrist and shove them deeper. âbut then again, weâve been dancing around each other for too long, now.â
you smile at his allusion to the many times that the what-ifs couldâve come true, and yet now youâre tangled up like this in his shirt.
once getoâs underwear comes off, youâre gaping at the cock that he pumps, clearly looking intimidating enough that geto has a hand to your knee and kisses it gently. âweâll make it fit, alright?â
you nod a little timidly, taking his hand off and twining your fingers, âyeah, i trust you to take care of me.â you make a quick move to remove his shirt but he stops you, saying something embarrassing about wanting to see how cute and small you look in his shirt. youâre scoffing and pushing at him later, youâre just too tall.
he takes care of you perfectly fine â when geto fully sheathes himself in you, he can only focus on your gummy walls that wrap around him fully, his eyes are rolling to the back of his head and youâre grasping at his hands that grab your hips so hard. your roommate fucks you so well, your body limp and your pussy begging to milk him dry that it spills out so much â geto groans into your neck with reddened cheeks at that later.
youâre receiving a noise warning the very next day, alongside a QR code that takes you to a link for soundproof foam, and all you can do is laugh at each other. like routine, geto is already gathering the ingredients for an apology cake, beside him right in that little kitchen in another shirt of his that starts to smell more and more like youâ
as his roommate and maybe now, something more.
part two âĄ
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Facts about in-game Yuu (Twisted Wonderland):
NOTES:
This is an ongoing list and will be updated with new information.
I'm not caught up w/ chap 6 and I'm not very perceptive.
This list is so long because of all the people who commented/sent asks, so thank you
Last but not least, some of these might be a stretch/be slightly incorrect so bare w/ me plz :]
More Yuu facts [ ONE / TWO ] <- not mine
They've been good friends with Heartslabyul ever since Book 1.
They're forgiving/don't hold any bad blood with the people who've overblotted (at least on the outside).
According to the Harveston event, they can play the flute.
They don't like mentioning that they might return to their world (Deuce's Wishing Star vignette).
Many people consider them a "goody-two-shoes" (Leona, Ruggie).
A good listener.
Based on Malleus' interactions with them, Yuu talks to him a lot more off-screen as he states that he values their opinions.
Loves Grim to hell and back.
It's implied that Yuu invites Malleus over frequently enough that he visits unprompted.
They can be snarky and brutally honest when they're pushed into it.
Comes up with stupid plans that nobody believes will work but it somehow does.
They're insecure about not having any magic.
They want to be able to help their friends.
Has a sense of self-preservation.
Does not actively seek out danger (*cough* om mc *cough*).
They've cleaned up Ramshackle since living there, however, it still looks "abandoned & ancient" on the outside.
Crowley doesn't give them more money than "needed".
Silver states that Yuu is good with swords (PE Uniform).
Both Jamil and Silver seem to think that Yuu is somewhat weird/strange.
They don't know much about mushrooms (Floyd's Camp Vargas vignette).
They're very patient.
Used to be afraid of ghosts until they got to Twisted Wonderland.
They adapt to new/difficult situations quickly and calmly.
They don't complain much.
Very much so the silent type.
The audience doesn't really see anyone helping them out with their situation, so I assume they fix most of their problems themselves.
They don't have any memories of the Great Seven before coming to Twisted Wonderland.
Fluctuates between being observant and not noticing really basic stuff.
Doesn't hesitate to say cheesy things.
Keeps calm in harsh situations.
They know how to play a blowing horn (White Rabbit Event).
Good with instruments.
Not a very good singer (NRC Uniform).
It's implied that they have high stamina.
They're interested in horseback riding and wants to play soccer with Sebek (PE Uniform).
They recommend a few books to Sebek, implying that they read in their free time.
They're short in comparison to Floyd (he calls them Shrimpy).
Grim comments that they're shorter than Vil.
Crowley mumbles that Yuu looks effeminate.
They're a bit of a romantic since they seem to often ask about love stories/fairy tales (Epel & Jade chats).
They have a habit of poking, tugging, tickling and just touching people in general. This is proven through the Home Screen character interactions, so their love language seems to be physical touch.
They get scared easily but is bad at scaring others (Halloween voice lines).
Vil notes that their uniform is baggy.
Malleus says that Yuu has gotten better at dancing (Masquerade Event).
It's implied that Yuu is good/decent at cooking since they have to make meals for both themself and Grim every day.
Yuu is decent at basketball (Ace Halloween).
Deuce remarks about a tiny piece of furniture in Ramshackle and asks if it's for Grim, meaning Yuu makes small furniture for him.
They're a good photographer.
Takes part in photography competitions (Rook Port Fest).
It's implied that Yuu carries their ghost camera everywhere because Crowley constantly makes them record events.
It's said that the game cards are actual photos that Yuu took with the ghost camera. [I don't know if this is true but a lot of people have said so]
Most, if not all the characters tell Yuu to hurry up when choosing a class, which suggests that they're indecisive.
Ace, Deuce and Cater tell Yuu to relax during classes or else they'll run out of energy.
Jack says that he got tips from Yuu while he was working in Monstro Lounge, implying that Yuu might've worked in customer service before (Book 3).
According to Grim, they have a hard time saying no to people, but when they absolutely need to-- they're very serious and a bit intimidating. "You're a real sap sometimes, you know that? Then again, when you bare your teeth it's no joke."
While they won't say no to helping others, they prefer to keep to themselves and avoid drama.
Yuu is sometimes a bit distrustful of Ace and thinks he's tricking them if he offers to do anything nice (2024 Player Birthday Greetings).
It doesn't take much to make them happy. (Deuce & Idia 2024 Player Birthday Greetings).
They became nervous when Riddle invited them to a salon for their birthday. Riddle response saying "I'll be right there with you, and will instruct you in etiquette every step of the way."
They're competitive in class-- at least when it comes to Jack (2024 Player Birthday Greetings).
They took chess lessons to try and beat Leona in a match (2024 Player Birthday Greetings).
For their birthday, Yuu asks Azul to get something that's supposedly hard for an average collector to acquire.
They're surprised when Kalim gifts them a pop-up card for their birthday.
They own a pair of fingerless gloves (gifted by Epel).
They personally invited Vil over for their birthday party and made sure to have healthy food options for him.
Not very close with Idia.
Owns a glass tumbler that reads 'Happy Birthday!' (gifted by Ortho).
Lilia gives them a CD with his screamo performances.
They were gifted so many presents on their birthday that they had trouble carrying the gifts around. (Malleus 2024 Player Birthday Greetings).
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âtime will tell.â
[credits to the original artist of the photo!! can't seem to find their @ anywhere. title is taken from jane austen's persuasion, as was the first part.]
summary. âyou are loved. and harry thinks there is no better description that that.â
pairing/s. poly!mauraders + lily x reader.
word count. 9.5k.
tags. reader is referred to mum, with she/her pronouns[!], canon-typical violence [!], canon-typical deaths mentioned[!], very brief marauders as soldiers of the order[!], creepy old men being creepy[!], child abuse[!], pureblood arranged marriages, a minor character expresses wanting to die[!], Depressed and Traumatized Slytherins, the capital is important[!], themes of misogyny [!], teen boys fuck around and find out there are consequences to their actions, THERE IS ACTUALLY A LOT OF FLUFF, I PROMISE YOU, angst, children lose their baby teeth up until the age of twelve!! google said so!! not proofread we die like dobby the free elf
note. damn, i cried, you cried, we all crode. tbh, the first part was only intended as a oneshot, sdfkhdf, but when i re-read it, i thought that i could have expanded on more details,, so now here we are!! i love it more than the first part ueueue. thank you all so so so much for the kind comments :((( please please enjoy the second part to this installment!! part one
HARRY JAMES POTTER was only a few months old when you died at the hands of Voldemort â or as strangers have told him every time they ravaged his personal space and ogled at his scar. They said it was a quick death, better than what had happened to Alice and Frank Longbottom. But that was all theyâve ever said about your death. Unfortunate; caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, entirely different from the pedestal James and Lily have been put on by the wizarding society.Â
At first, Harry had wondered if it was due to your blood relations, being the daughter of a renowned Death-Eater, heiress to the fortune of a pureblood House. Harry canât even count the amount of conspiracy theories heâs read or heard to his face that it must have been you who betrayed James and Lily, and not Sirius Black.Â
Even Hermioneâs shared to him a theory that your death was faked to surrender your loyalty completely to Voldemort â of course, Hermione was eleven at the time, head full of books and her favorite theories, and Harryâs already forgiven her. But thereâs a part of him that despises the way heâs never known the full truth about his parents, just bits of information dangled in front of him like bait for people [read: the Dursleys] to get him to do what they want, to act like the way they want. Until Remus and Sirius, you were a stranger to him, really.
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(1976; CURRENTLY, IN THE PAST.)
IT IS RATHER UNFORTUNATE that Madam Pince has already taken her position as the unbearable librarian at this point in time. The woman gives Harry and you a pointed look as you slam the large book onto one of the tables â to Harryâs surprise, you glare right back at her. Youâre awfully flushed, however, blushing cheeks betraying the fire in your eyes; it must have been from when Remus escorted the two of you to the library; he had tried to brush your hand with his pinky, to which you had responded with a startled hiss â Remus only smiled and chuckled at you, and Harry swears heâd like to forget that entire interaction because he saw literal stars in Remusâs eyes.
Jumping back in time and potentially causing chaos? Fun.Â
Meeting your parents? Definitely fun, in the strangest of ways.Â
But watching them pine and fall for each other? Not so fun.Â
Nonetheless, he hesitantly takes the seat across yours and watches you flip through the pages until you land on a chapter with the large, bold letters: THE CURIOUS CASE OF ELOISE MINTUMBLE â Time-Travel and Its Many Dangers. He meets your gaze with a sheepish grin, mustering a look of innocence; except the puppy dog eyes only worked when he was nine â you are not amused.Â
You slide the book towards him, scarily resembling Molly Weasley when sheâs miffed with the twins. âYou are aware, right, that just by existing here youâve changed the future? Your future? And, thatâs not even the worst thing that could happen.âÂ
Harry sulks. âYes, mum.â He prefers not to think about it, actually, it makes his head hurt.Â
âDonât call me that in public!â You whisper heatedly, looking over your shoulder to check if anyone had heard him â to your luck, the library was empty, save for a Hufflepuff that was passed out on top of his books. âThe less people that know about this, the better. Itâs bad enough we told Potter about you. Do you even know what youâre going to do?âÂ
âConsidering I was thrown here against my will, no.â Harry shrugs. âAnd to be honest, I was just going to obliviate the people who asked too many questions.â
You reach over to smack his head, scowling.
âOw! That hurt!â Harry rubs the sore spot as he grumbles petulantly. âThis is technically child abuse, did you know that?âÂ
You roll your eyes. âDo you at least have a plan to get home?âÂ
âOf course I do,â Harry retorts with a scoff, âHer name is Hermione Granger.âÂ
âHopeless.â You groan exasperatedly. âAbsolutely hopeless.âÂ
Harry only grins in response. For a brief moment, he forgets about the present â his reality where the skies are bleak and home is where he knows the feeling of loss more than the warmth of his own parentsâ embrace. He lets himself forget, and pretends he isnât the Boy Who Lived. Just some random boy whoâs pestering his mother â even if she likes to deny the inevitability of being romanced by the Marauders, (except for Wormtail because Harry would eat troll slime before he ever lets that happen.)
âRight then,â You say after your tangent â which Harry tuned out when he hears the words, be responsible. âIf Iâm going to help you get back homeââÂ
Harryâs heart drops to his stomach; as selfishly as it sounds, he didnât want to go home just yet â not to where people just took and took from him. Heâs exhausted. Still, he puts up a front of being excited to be returned to his timeline. Itâs for the greater good, of course, because his existence â present or past â is always somehow a threat to the wizarding society.Â
ââyou need to answer this one question for me.â Your voice drops lower as you stare at him intently, lips pressed firmly.Â
Harry nods slowly. âAs long as itâs within reason, yeah.âÂ
You inhale sharply. âDo I outlive Dolores Umbridge?âÂ
The wince escapes Harry before he can even stop it.Â
Thatâs all the answer you need, apparently. Your mouth hangs open in disbelief, eyes nearly bulging out of your head as you slam your hands down onto the table surface, shrieking.
âThat slimy bitch!âÂ
Needless to say, the two of you are kicked out of the library.
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(1970; ORIGINAL TIMELINE.)
YOU ARE ELEVEN when your father introduces you to Ferguson, commonly known as Fergus, Bulstrode. He smiles at you with a leer, eyes hungrily dipping to the neckline of your dress. You grit your teeth as you hold out your hand for him to take â you almost shudder at the feel of his lips on your cheek. You eagerly take a step back away from him, hoping your father wonât notice the way you shy from Fergusonâs touch. Youâre not dull, you fully understand the implications of this introduction and the way Ferguson is complaining to you about his third wifeâs passing â as if you were the solution to his loneliness. Bile rises to your throat, and you shove it down with a forced laugh at your fatherâs jokes about Mudbloods. From across the room, Allegra Greengrass stares at you in sympathy, and you send her a glare â you do not need anyoneâs pity.Â
The corset your mother laced on too tight is suffocating you; this whole Yule extravaganza made for elitist purebloods is suffocating you; and yet, you smile and greet every red-lipped witch your mother introduces you to. For hours, you pretend, and you pretend. By the time the guests have left, you wonder if you have any more of yourself to give.Â
You manage to convince your mother to let you slip away for the night. Without missing a beat, you rush outside and into the garden labyrinth, lest old Ferguson snatches you up for a dance and let his gaze wander elsewhere. For the first time since the sun had set, your aching feet finally find some relief. You drop onto the edge of the stone fountain as you toss your heels to the side. You begin working your fingers through your hair, ripping the glittery ribbons from your head. Itâs not until youâre unclasping your necklace that you realize you are crying. Tears fall from your eyes, and they sink deep into the fabric of your dress.Â
You barely hold back your sobs. Your chest heaves as you hiccup; your vision goes blurry as your fingers grow numb. Thereâs nothing you can do but cry.Â
Youâve used up all your smiles for tonight.Â
But then, the sadness turns into resentment and then turns into indignation. Harshly, you wipe the tears from your eyes as you rip a violent scream from your throat.Â
You sink to the ground, perfectly polished nails digging into the soil as you gather patches of grass and tear them from the roots. You throw a handful of mud at the marble statues. You grab another fistful of mud, scream, then bash your head against the garden floor. You let out another cry, whimpering as you curl into yourself; shivering as a gust of wind brushes against your skin. Surprisingly enough, this is the most human youâve ever felt. This is the most you have ever felt â period.Â
When hiccups regress into soft sniffles, you lay on your back, watching the stars float above. As the last of your tears slide down your cheek, you lift a shaky hand to trace the constellation in the sky. Itâs not a familiar one to you, but thenâÂ
âThatâs Sirius.âÂ
You sit upright in a snap, wiping away the wetness from your eyes as you muster a mean glare at the newcomer.
Sirius Black.
âOh, none of that,â He tells you when you move to stand. Thereâs barely any emotion on his face and it irks you that you canât figure out what heâs planning. What you donât expect is for him to sit beside you, thereby ruining his expensively tailored suit.Â
âYouâll get creases,â You scold him instinctively, nose scrunched â but your voice is hoarse; too tired to put up any pretences. âYour mother will be cross with you.âÂ
Sirius scoffs, laying his head on the dirt, making sure to smear his sleeves with grass stains. âWalburga can go fall in a ditch and die for all I care.â
You gasp. âThatâs horrible!âÂ
Sirius gives you a look. âYou donât believe that.âÂ
You really donât, but you donât have the courage to admit it either.Â
After a few moments of silence, Sirius asks, raising a brow, âSo who was that?â
âWho was who?â You stare at him with knitted brows, toying with your fingers. You still canât wrap your head around how weird this is â sitting with Sirius Black in the middle of your motherâs hedge maze, your once bright blue dress now sullied at the ruffles, eyes bloodshot and your hair a frizzy mess. (Sirius thinks you look cute, though; especially with your missing front tooth that peeks out every time you talk to him.)Â
âBald guy, older than Merlin himself.â Sirius makes a face. âLooks like a troll. Smells like one, too.â
A giggle flutters past your lips, and your hands fly to your mouth. You really shouldnât be bad-mouthing your guests, but Sirius was right â Ferguson really did act like an ugly troll. You sigh, letting your arms fall to your side. âMy betrothed.âÂ
Sirius nods in understanding. âMy mother tried to set me up with my own cousin once.âÂ
You grimace. âWhich cousin?âÂ
He sits on his knees to face you, and with a very solemn face, he says, âBellatrix.â
This time, you laugh freely, throwing your head back as Sirius pouts at your amusement. âO-Oh, thatâs golden.âÂ
âNo, itâs not,â says Sirius, lips twitching as he watches you snort like a pig through your giggles. âItâs horrible. A literal nightmare. You should feel awful for me.â He pokes your stomach, and it just makes you laugh harder, eyes disappearing into your smile. âOi. I said feel awful, not take the piss out of me.âÂ
âS-Sorry.â You wheeze, batting away his hand pulling at your cheek. âI just canât imagine Bellatrix in a white wedding dress and saying her vows to you.â
âThatâs disgusting.â Sirius gags. âYouâre horrible, I hope you know that.âÂ
When you finally calm down and Sirius tickles your bare feet until you cry in surrender, the two of you lay on the grass as he points out each constellation to you. Later, he fishes a small box of sugar mice from his pocket and offers it to you, opening one for himself. âHereâs to shitty parents and the one day we get to decide our own future.âÂ
You bump your squeaky candy mice against his. âCheers, Black.âÂ
âWill you go to Hogwarts next year?â He asks you once heâs bitten off the tail of his mice.Â
You nod.Â
Sirius shifts on his side, holding his pinky out to you. âWeâll be friends when school starts?â
Again, you nod, wrapping your pinky around his. âFriends.âÂ
The next September comes, Sirius finds a compartment and one James Potter in it. You sit with Allegra Greengrass and Endora Lestrange on the way to Hogwarts. You are sorted into Slytherin, and Sirius finds freedom and a home in Gryffindor. You play the role created just for you; you lift your nose at those beneath you, adorn yourself in custom-made silk clothing, and carry yourself with the etiquette of a pure-blooded lady. Perfect grades, perfect hair, perfect clothes, always picture perfect.
You pretend that Allegra doesnât throw up in the evenings from the fear of getting married to a man twice her age. You pretend that you donât notice Endora sleep-walking and begging for her mother to save her from her father. You pretend that under your blankets, in the Slytherin dungeon, you are safe.Â
You pretend that it doesnât hurt when Sirius looks at you in disappointment when you shove a Hufflepuff student to the ground for getting a higher score than you in Charms.
They call you an ice-princess behind your back, and you overhear some of the fifth-years calling you foul words as well, and no one steps in to stop them; thereâs no defending a Slytherin, after all. But you are keeping your head above treacherous waters, and you suppose that is all that matters.)Â
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âSO ACCORDING TO THIS, Eloise was stuck in 1402 for five days until she was retrieved to the present, which means we only have four days left to figure out a way for you to get back home.âÂ
Harry sinks into his chair, arms crossed over his chest. The two of you had found an empty classroom to discuss your plans away from inquisitive ears. âWhatâs the rush?â Itâs unfair, heâd only just met you, and now heâs losing time with you.Â
You sigh. âHarry, Eloise Mintumble spent five days in the past and when she came back, her body aged five centuries, and she died in St. Mungos. Itâs not just about altering the whole timeline, you could actually die.âÂ
When you are met only with silence, you close the book, frowning. âHarry? Whatâs wrong?âÂ
Harry swallows the lump in his throat, looking out the window to avoid your gaze. âWhat do you know about the Mirror of Erised?âÂ
Your head tilts in confusion. âThat it shows our heartâs deepest desire.âÂ
âYeah,â says Harry, nodding. âI was eleven when I found it.âÂ
âOh, Harry. . .âÂ
Itâs almost pathetic how quickly his eyes water. âDid you know, before today, I hadnât known at all what your voice sounded like?âÂ
You stay quiet, and Harry sucks in a shaky breath.Â
âWhen I looked into the mirror, I saw my parentsâall of you. There I was, in the middle. You were behind meâhappy.â Harry swipes a tear from his eye. âI wanted to stay in that room, stare at that mirror forever.â
âItâsââ
âDangerous, I know.â He laughs bitterly. âJust like finally being able to meet you all here.â
âHarry, you arenât supposed to be here in the first place,â You say quietly, eyes drooping sadly.Â
âI know that!â He exclaims desperately. âBut is it so selfish to just want some time? I donât want an illusion, I want the real thing. A real family. Why canât I have that? Bloody Malfoy gets everything he wants, and what do I have?âÂ
âYour friends,â You tell him firmly. âYour friends who must be worried sick that youâre gone and must be going great lengths to bring you back.âÂ
âI know.â Harry wilts. Heâs got Remus at home, too, who probably needs him more than ever after Siriusâs death. âI know. But canât I just have this one thing?âÂ
You purse your lips for a moment, brows furrowed in thought. Then, you break the silence with: âDo you want to hear a story?â
âWhat?â Harry croaks, peering at you through wet lashes.Â
Shrugging, you say, âStories to remember us by. Iâve got six years worth of stories and then some. I know itâs not much, and youâve probably heard some of these already from the others in the future, but itâs better than nothing, right?â You lean against the back of your chair, glancing at the wall clock before grinning at Harry. âWeâve got time to spare, anyway.âÂ
Harry manages a smile, setting down his glasses before rubbing his stinging eyes with the handkerchief you offer him. He figures this is what Remus means when youâre the gentlest creature heâs ever known â just not gentle in what the world expects you to be.Â
âWhat do you say, Harry? I give you tidbits of the past, and you tell me if you know anything about the next Triwizard champion, so I can place my bets in advance.â Â
Harry snickers. âNot a chance, mum.âÂ
âWorth a try.â And the smile you give him is nearly blinding.Â
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(1977; ORIGINAL TIMELINE.)
YOU DONâT UNDERSTAND what it is about Gryffindors and their hobby of invading othersâ personal space.Â
A year into dating and James likes to shove his head under your shirt, claiming he loves the sound of your heartbeat â but you know really what he wants to nestle his head in between. The amount of cashmere blouses heâs ruined is absurd! Sirius has a hobby of tracing runes on the plane of your stomach. Lily prefers it when you sit in front of her, just within reach where she can wrap her arms around you and rest her head on your shoulder. Remus tends to lag behind the group when he notices you walking slower due to your leg flaring up. He kisses the side of your head and promises to chase the pain away â sappy poetic that he is. And in the moments where all five of you are together, tucked under a wide alcove, you can best believe there is no escaping what they like to call, a cuddle pile. Limbs are tangled, kisses are shared, and confessions of love are whispered.Â
Before them, you hadnât really known the different ways to love and be loved.Â
Onto the pressing matters at hand, you discover that the brazen show of affection extends to their parents as well. Particularly, the Potters. After a year, you finally caved into Jamesâs requests for you to spend the holidays at their manor, since the others have already made a space for themselves there, and James had said it would be an honor for you to feel at home with his parents, too. Honestly, you spoil them too much â one look into his bright, wide eyes and you gave in. James didnât even care that you brought two luggages for clothes alone; he lifted each bag with delight and with ease.Â
(Remus had the audacity to laugh when he caught you and Sirius staring at Jamesâs flexed muscles, mouth wide open.Â
âAs I have said, Remus Lupin, I do not drool!â
âSure, dove, whatever you say.â)
But now, you really arenât so sure of your decision.Â
âOh, sheâs beautiful, Jamie!â Euphemia encases you in a bear hug the moment you step inside the manor. Youâre engulfed in the scent of cinnamon and burnt sugar. You stiffen as she cradles your face in between her palms, smiling ever so fondly at you, cooing about how precious you look, much like a mother would â and how your mother never did. You wonder if this is what youâve been missing all along â the thought stabs you right in the heart. âPlease excuse the mess, dear, we havenât had the chance to clean up yet, Monty and I are excited to try the recipe Lily owled to us the other day, you see.âÂ
âI-Itâs okay,â You rasp, struggling to hold back the tears.Â
âOh, what a darling you are!â Euphemia smiles and ushers you further inside. âCome, come. The others are right upstairs. You must be tired from the train ride. It is so lovely to finally meet you. Make yourself at home, dear heart â James Fleamont Potter! Give your mama a kiss this instant! Donât think introducing your girlfriend will distract me from the fact you didnât owl me letters for two months straight!âÂ
James whines as he hides behind you. âMum, Iâm seventeen, stop embarrassing me.âÂ
Euphemia scoffs, hands snapping to her hips. âYouâre going to be my baby boy forever, now come here.âÂ
With a shy smile, you step away to surrender James to his mother â you donât understand which part of this is embarrassing; you wish for a mum whoâd welcome you home like that, with unconditional love and kind eyes. James squawks and calls you a traitor, just before his mum attacks him with loud, exaggerated kisses to his cheek, leaving lipstick stains all over his face. You hide a laugh behind your palm, ignoring the way your heart pangs at the sight of their unrestrained smiles. Euphemia lets her son go after a few more seconds, cackling at the masterpiece sheâs created on a grumbling James, whoâs rubbing his skin to erase his motherâs affections. She hugs you once more before setting you off, telling you to meet Fleamont after youâve unpacked.Â
Just as you reach the foot of the stairs, you hear a girlish squeal, then the sound of rapid footfall against each wooden step. Lily greets the two of you by jumping off the last step and wrapping each arm around yours and Jamesâs neck. âWelcome home, Jamie!â She captures his lips with her own before doing the same to you, cupping your cheek lovingly, âSo happy you made it, princess! How was the ride here?âÂ
You were never a fan of traveling by Floo; it made you nauseous after, and left you with a pounding headache for hours. Without hesitation, the others offered to accompany you on the train, but you insisted they Floo ahead to Godricâs Hollow â it took a lot of convincing, but they finally agreed, (theyâre not the only ones spoiled; they couldnât refuse you, too.) With the exception of James, who wanted to be there when you saw his home for the first time. You nearly cried when you saw how well-loved their manor was; rose shrubs dipped in snow, Siriusâs motorcycle parked outside, a mailbox with poorly painted shapes, the fences covered in Christmas lights, and the amount of shoes by the door. From outside, you could hear the laughter and warm conversations.Â
âIt was fine,â You say in a daze.
Lily sees right through you â and frowns sadly. âYou alright?âÂ
Were you?Â
You catch sight of the moving photographs of James and you finally reach your breaking point. Thereâs a swell in your throat that you canât seem to push down. Thereâs a photo of James, Lily, Remus and Sirius; James is in his Quidditch jersey, raising the Golden Snitch high up in the air, Remus is twirling Lily, his arms around her waist, and Sirius is holding up a charmed banner that says: Gryffindor Rules! Slytherin Sucks! Except For My Darling Angel Love Of My Life Most Beautiful And Gorgeous Perfect Brilliant Girlfriend!Â
There are hints of life all around the manor. Remusâs textbooks and scarf are laid by the coffee table. Lilyâs O.W.L. marks are framed on the wall, along with Dumbledoreâs letters to James and Lily awarding them the position of Head Girl and Head Boy, as well as McGonagallâs previous letter to Remus that came with his Prefect badge years ago. Thereâs a spot dedicated to Peter, filled with a photograph of him awkwardly holding his Herbology test, one that he scored a hundred and twelve percent on. Itâs a wall dedicated to them, you realize.Â
Then, you find it.Â
Right there, up above Jamesâs spot, and beside Siriusâs display of beyond perfect Transfiguration exam marks, and a picture of him and Remus kissing each side of your face.Â
Itâs a space on that wall just for you.Â
James follows your gaze and rubs the back of his head, ears tinged with a shade of deep pink. âMum left a space when I first told her about you. I-Itâs yours, you can put anything you want there.âÂ
âI canât,â You whisper, lips quivering as your heart cracks into a million pieces. Itâs too much.Â
James blinks. âCanât? Itâs yours, I promise. Mum wonât mind. You can even hang your dumb Montrose Magpies poster and I wonât tear it down â Maraudersâ honor. I can help you if you want. I-Iâm not good as decorating as Lily, but I paid attention to your boring explanation of color theory and I know that you hate this shade ofââ
âJames, I canât do this.âÂ
Thatâs all you say before you run out of the door.Â
(And youâre absolutely delusional if you think James wonât follow you out that door and into the brewing snowstorm.)Â
You hear James call out to you, but you opt to ignore him and clutch your winter coat tighter around your body, shivering in the blowing wind, trudging through the deep snow through your heeled boots â designer couldnât help you now even if you tried. You sniff, the salty taste of your tears dripping to your lips, chest tightening with a foreign kind of pain, and the frost nipping at your fingers. You give up after a few minutes, falling to the ground with an anguished cry, hand clutching the front of your chest as you struggle to breathe.Â
James reaches you in a matter of minutes, draping his jacket over you, barely flinching as the cold welts his bare skin. Frantically, he wipes the tears from your eyes, a pained expression on his face as he sees you cry helplessly. âCome on, dove, itâs not safe out here. Letâs go back home, yeah? Iâm sorry for upsetting you. Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry â Iâm so sorry, dove, please donât cry, itâs killing me to sâsee you like this.â Tears fall from his eyes, and he begins stuttering from the cold, but you canât go back to the manor. âWhat did I do? Please tell me so I can fix it. I love youâIâm sorry.â
You bat his chest. âGâGo home, Jamie. Iâll just take the train back to the castle.âÂ
âWhat?â He shakes his head, grabbing onto your hands. âYâYou canât. Not in this weather. Youâll get sick if you try to walk back to the station.âÂ
You withdraw from his hold as you back away from James, slipping into the ice-cold mask you know so well.Â
James rises in an instant, reaching for you. âNo, no, no, no, no. You donât get to do that. Not now. Not with me. Please, just come home and I-Iâll fix it.âÂ
âGoodbye, James,â You tell him firmly, clenching your jaw as you look him straight in the eyes.Â
He grimaces. âThat wonât work on me, princess, and you know it. Donât push me awayâplease.âÂ
âGo home, James!â You yell bitterly, pivoting on your heel as you march through the thick inches of snow, hearing Remus and Lilyâs voice grow louder in the distance. âJust go!â
He grits his teeth, nails digging deep into the palms of his hand. âYouâre a coward if you walk away from hereâfrom usâright now!â James shouts through chattering teeth and stray tears. âAnd I hate cowards more than anything!âÂ
You donât look back.Â
(Later that night, James stares blankly at the fireplace, tossing twigs now and then. Heâs all out of tears. Remus crosses his legs as he sits beside James and offers him a steaming mug of hot chocolate.Â
âDonât want one,â He mutters, words coarse from earlier, head turning away from Remusâs gift. âJust want her.âÂ
Remus sets the beverage on the ground before pulling Jamesâs head down to his chest, gently wiping the tears from his eyes as he wraps the blanket around both of them. He presses a soft kiss to Jamesâs hair.Â
âI said I hated her,â James says weakly. âI donâtâI never will. I just hate that sheâs out there spending Christmas all alone. She could be hereâwith us. I hate not knowing that sheâs safe, or that she thinks I donât love her anymoreâthatâs a bloody lie, Moony. I adore her. If anything, I donât deserve her.âÂ
James finds out that he does have more tears left in him. âI miss her. Bring her back, Rem, please.â
âYouâll cry yourself sick, love.â Remus wipes each tear away. âLetâs go to bed, yeah? Mornings do have a way of bringing miracles to us.â Because after a night of excruciating pain under the moonâs command, he wakes up to sunlight, and there you all are â smiling down at him like he is deserving of love; and maybe Remus canât fault you for running away.
Youâd kiss him gently and tell him how proud you are of him for coming back to you.Â
Remus only hopes you come back to them, too.)
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(1976; CURRENTLY, IN THE PAST.)
âAND THAT, dear Harry, is how I humiliated Lucius Malfoy in fifth-year.â Your eyes gleam wickedly as you rest your arms on the school desk. âIf he ever bothers you in your time, just mention my nameâoh, I wish I could see the look on his face when he realizes Iâm haunting him from my grave. Tell him, okay?âÂ
Harry nods excitedly. âDefinitely.â
âGot anymore stories?â He asks.Â
You cackle menacingly. âBoy, do I ever. Let me tell you about the one time Beckett McLaggen took me out on a date to Madam Puddifootâs!âÂ
Harry grimaces. âDo I even want to hear about this?âÂ
âOh, pish-posh.â You dismiss him with a wave. âYou do, this story is hilarious. Now that I look back on it, Sirius was quite cross with him for the rest of the dayâhow strange. I wonder why.âÂ
Harry stares at you in disbelief. âYouâre joking.âÂ
âI most certainly am not, Harry Potter.âÂ
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(1974; ORIGINAL TIMELINE.)
AN EAR-PIERCING scream wakes you up in the middle of the night. You snatch your wand from under your pillow, heart thudding against your chest in fear â last year, the Prewett twins decided it was funny to break into the girlsâ quarters at midnight; you get a month worth of detention for hitting Gideon with the Expulso curse and suspension from class for two weeks, while the twins get away with a slap on the wrist and have the time of their lives spreading rumors of you being a Death-Eater.Â
Endora shoots up to her feet as well, staring at you in panic â then the girl screams again, and you realize itâs Allegra.Â
You sigh in relief, lowering your wand before saying to Endora, âI-Itâs alright. Iâll handle it.âÂ
âAre you sure?â Endora asks timidly, gnawing at her lip and wincing when Allegra wails once more.Â
âCertain,â You respond, yawning.Â
As Endora climbs back into her bed, you slip into Allegraâs side, holding her head to your chest, brushing your fingers through her hair and untangling the knots. Like most of the Greengrass women, she was of ethereal beauty â silky blonde hair, smooth and fair skin, deep blue eyes that enchant wizards and witches alike. But her cheeks have gone sallow from exhaustion, eyes devoid of any emotion, and her skin now sunken into her bones.Â
âI donât want to marry himâI canât! Heâs old enough to be my father!â Allegra sobs violently, desperate for anyone to hear her, but no one really ever hears their cries from the dungeon. âThey said theyâd wait until I graduatedâthey promised! Iâm supposed to marry him this summer!âÂ
Your heart breaks for your friend â thereâs nothing you can do but hold her until sheâs cried every bit of her soul out.Â
âI hate them,â Allegra whispers to you; she had been shedding tears for hours, trembling in your arms until morning finally came.Â
âI know,â You say defeatedly.Â
âI wish I was dead,â She replies lifelessly. âHe canât marry a dead bride.âÂ
âDonât say that,â You beg as you hug her tight; afraid to lose her to the world that has worn her down. âPlease.âÂ
Allegra sinks into her pillows, and you follow in suit, hesitantly laying your head beside hers. She stares at the ceiling dully. âThe world is so, so cruel to us daughters sometimes. And itâll be cruel to our daughters, and their daughters. When will it end?âÂ
âI donât know,â You say honestly.Â
Allegra hums, neither disappointed nor surprised, and turns away to lay on her side. âPansy,â She mumbles.
âWhat?â
âIf we lived in a better world and I married for love, Iâd want to name my daughter Pansy â like the flower.â
(Later that day, you are given detention for beating Evan Rosier to a pulp. He makes a joke about dirty blood, and you snap â you are tired of laughing and pandering to the arrogant men in your life. This is the first time you publicly defy your parents, and it felt good â more than good, it was liberating. Itâs like breathing fresh air for the first time. Then, you earn a second detention for storming up to the Gryffindor common room and punching Fabian Prewett in the face â because fourth-year boys had no business sneaking into the girlsâ dorm in the middle of the night for some stupid prank â and you threaten him by pointing the tip of your wand deep into his neck, demanding they apologize to you, Allegra, and Endora.Â
You get what you want, naturally â as princesses do. You decide then that youâre going to create a world where girls like Allegra donât cry anymore.)
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HARRY TWINGES WHEN he hears the end of your fourth or fifth story of the afternoon â no wonder you had been so angered by his being in your room. âI-Iâm sorryââÂ
âYesterday was hardly your fault,â You interrupt him. âThereâs no controlling where magic brings you, not in your case. You didnât know, but now you know. I donât hold it against them â anymore. Fifteen-year-old boys can be stupid, and at least theyâve learned from their mistakes. You should have seen your mother â erm, Lily â she looked like she was ready to kill them after finding out what they had done. Even Molly was cross with the twins, and you know how loyal Molly is to her family.â
Oh, Harry knows.
And Hermione knows it all too well.Â
âOthers call us evil, conniving and cruel, Harry,â You tell him grimly, âBut I will protect my own, no matter what I have to do.â
At that moment, Harry thinks he understands why some people come to fear Slytherin.Â
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(1978; ORIGINAL TIMELINE.)Â
âLOOK, LILY-PAD, the princess is drooling again.âÂ
You open your eyes to glare at Sirius. âI donât drool, idiot.âÂ
Lily chortles as she presses a kiss to your shoulder. âOf course you donât, princess.â
Currently, youâre lying on a shabby loveseat that is too small to hold the three of you; itâs the only furniture in the new cottage you call home, where Potter Manor was right across the street. (Euphemia was ecstatic to have you all nearby â the lovely woman was sprite for her age, but you notice the way she stops to sit and catch her breath, Sirius and James hovering over her attentively; youâre good at pretending, so you pretend that the Potters will be around forever.) Some rooms are dusty with cobwebs, walls unfinished, with the floors creak under your feet, and thereâs no other place youâd rather call home.Â
Youâre in between Sirius and Lily; your lips swollen from their kisses, cheeks flushed and the column of your throat graced with love marks. Itâs the most beautiful set of jewelry youâve ever worn, not even burmese rubies could compare. Lilyâs hand rests under your jumper, Siriusâs thigh wedged between your own. While peace blankets the three of you, James and Remus have yet to come home from their task given by the Order.Â
âYou need a haircut, my love,â You mumble drowsily, pulling at one of the dark ringlets â itâs gone past his shoulders now. He captures your hand and leaves a delicate kiss on your fingertips.Â
Lily buries her nose in your hair. âSheâs right, Siri.âÂ
âIâm always right.â You pout.Â
Sirius, love-sick fool that he is, smiles as he tilts your chin with his finger and ensnares you in a kiss that leaves you breathless. âCourse you are â our girlâs bloody brilliant, isnât she, Lily-pad?â
âWithout a doubt.â
You roll your eyes at their antics, rolling around so that your back is pressed to Siriusâs chest â theyâre not fooled, however; Lily sees the way your eyes flicker in amusement and the way your lips threaten to curve up into a smile. She traces the swell of your lips with her thumb, to the dip of your nose, and to the apples of your cheek. Sea-green eyes beam at you.
âI love you,â says Lily, committing every inch of you to her memory as she wears a melancholic smile. âI donât know who told you that you donât deserve to be loved, but they were wrong. You are so precious to us, dove, you donât even know how much. This right here is real â and nothing could ever change that.âÂ
As it turns out, you did have more smiles to give â only the happy ones; not the fake, courteous smiles that you had given to your motherâs friends in the past. You come to intertwine your hand with Lilyâs, the one that had been resting on your cheek, tenderly wiping the tears that pooled within your eyes. Your heart could burst from your chest. They had a habit of wringing every emotion out of you; of making love feel real, not just a myth from a Muggle storybook. And you find, that you didnât mind this particular habit of theirs. In the comforts of the place you call home, where you irrefutably belong, you are free to seek their arms and fall into their love, and the best part is where you get to love them right back.Â
How lucky you are.Â
âLetâs get married,â You blurt out, holding your breath, feeling Siriusâs hand on your waist stiffen.Â
âWhat?â Lily gasps breathlessly.Â
You smile up at Lily. âLetâs get married. All of us. I donât care where, oâor about the rings, letâs just get married. With the war going on, we deserve sâsomething good.âÂ
Lily sobs as she nods excitedly. âYes. Oh my Godsâweâre getting married!âÂ
Sirius stares at you in wonder. âBloody hell, dove, give a guy some warning, would you?â
You grin. âIs that a yes?âÂ
âItâs a yes â forever.â Sirius dives in to kiss you senseless. âCouldnât get rid of us now even if you tried.âÂ
âI donât think Iâd want to, anyway.âÂ
Right then, the rickety door slams open, and you hear the loves of your life calling out for the three of you. Followed by the heavy thud of Dragonhide boots plunking down onto the floor
âWeâre home!â James announces in the entryway.Â
Lily wastes no time in shooting up from the sofa and welcoming them home with quite a unique greeting:
âWeâre all getting married!âÂ
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(1976; CURRENTLY, IN THE PAST.)Â
âThat ring is an heirloom passed down to the children in our family,â You tell Harry, pointing to the band around his finger. âItâs meant to symbolize our loyalty and duty to our House. My mother said I would have earned it only when I became a wife to Ferguson Bulstrode.â You chuckle at Harryâs perturbed grimace. âNo, I didnât marry him â thankfully. After Allegra. . . IâI. . . I couldnât bear it. If I was going to marry, it would be on my own terms, and it would be for love, nothing less. Then, if my child wanted it, Iâd give them this ring. I want to leave behind a legacy that I created. When I was younger, Iâd resigned to a fate that was forcefully carved by someone elseâs hand.âÂ
You shake your head. âI want to die being remembered by those who loved me. Otherwise, I was never truly alive.âÂ
Harry wonât let that happen, he wonât ever let your name be forgotten. Heâll share of your kindness to his friends, of your bravery and loyalty. Hermione will love your fondness of Muggle musicals and how you stood up to Lilyâs defense in a world that ostracized her for being different. Heâll remind Remus of your love for him, that he had brought you hope in times of despair. Harry is going to make sure the world knows you had been so full of life with endless love to give. You are going to be remembered in the way Voldemort never will.Â
âWhat do the words mean?â He stares at the writing: Tempus Edax Rerum.
You smile. âTime, devourer of all things.â
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(1978; ORIGINAL TIMELINE.)
âREMUSâTHE MUGGLES ARE stuck in the telly again!âÂ
Remus snickers as he takes the vacant space beside you on the loveseat, now sewn up with care and spattered with knitted quilts and throw pillows â still too small to carry three people but hasnât given out yet, anyway. He takes Lilyâs legs over his lap, swiftly stealing a kiss from your lips. âItâs a film, dove, theyâre acting.âÂ
You purse your lips. âTheyâre trapped inside, then?âÂ
Lily snorts into her tub of chocolate fudge ice cream. âNot quite, princess, itâs recorded. Movies are like moving photographs â but theyâre an hour long with sounds.âÂ
âOh.â You turn your attention back to the screen, back to the film Lily had been watching. You had to admit â the story of Sandy and Danny was an interesting one. âLily-pad, sheâs singing â again.âÂ
Sirius hushes you from where he was cuddling James on the other couch. âSheâs supposed to sing, dove, itâs a musical.âÂ
âWell, yes,â You begin, and James groans into Siriusâs chest, âBut they should just talk instead of singing all the time â Sandyâs got a lovely voice, though. I just donât understand why Dannyâs treating her like that! Truthfully, I donât like any of Sandyâs new friends, other than Frenchy â sheâs harmless. If I was Sandy Iâd move on from Danny â but then again, that hair and those muscles, and his leather jacket! I canât blame her.âÂ
Sirius glowers at you. âYou like his leather jacket?âÂ
âHis hair?â James exclaims in horror.Â
Remus chuckles as he tucks you in his side, kissing your temple. âIf I were you, dove, Iâd be quiet and just watch the film.â
âOh, no, no.â Sirius barely glances at the television as he pauses the film and stands up to point an accusatory finger at you. âSince when were you into leather jackets? Do you think those are cool? Since when? Jamie, should I get one? Letâs unpack this, right now. And his muscles, really?âÂ
Your eyes roll to the back of your head. âPlay the film, Black, I want to see the end of their love story.âÂ
âIâm telling Euphemia on you!âÂ
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(1976; CURRENTLY, IN THE PAST.)Â
ââand then we realized that we accidentally locked Hermione in with the troll.â Harryâs arms flail about as he shares some of his adventures with you â it had only been fair. He felt like a young boy again, entering Hogwarts for the first time as he watched you listen to him intently, gasping at tale of the vanishing glass and scolding him when he says he and Ron had decided to go searching for Hermione, and by extension, the troll.Â
Your eyes grow wide. âA troll? In Hogwarts? They canât have, not unlessââ
âSomeone let it inâI know!â Harry grins. âYouâre not going to believe who let the troll in the castle.âÂ
You snap your fingers, âMalfoy, the older one. I know that lumpâs got something to do with this. Canât have been Snape or Quirrell.â
âJust you wait.â Harryâs eyes twinkle with mischief. ââand so, Professor McGonagall finds us, and can you believe it? She awards us for dumb luck! Then. . .âÂ
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(1979; ORIGINAL TIMELINE.)
IT HAD COME AS A surprise when you volunteered to join the Order of the Phoenix. You wanted to scoff at their shocked faces â was it so surprising that you wanted to protect your family? They let Severus Snape join their ranks, and youâre fairly certain that youâre a better fighter and survivalist than him â not the better liar, however, he can have that one. The week before, you and the others had an argument that lasted for the whole day. They did not want you in harmâs way, and you would rather die than stay at home, waiting idly for them to return, when you could be out there alongside them.Â
(âItâs not some game out there!â Remus runs through his hair in frustration â he had always been so careful to never raise his voice at you, but this one time, he needed you to back down. âEvery time you step into a raid, thereâs a possibility of you dying, donât you understand that? And even if you survive â youâll have blood on your hands, and it does not wash away no matter how many times you try, trust me, we know.âÂ
âSo what?â You throw your hands up in the air, equally aggravated. âI just stay here like some. . . some pet waiting for their owners to come home?âÂ
âYes!â Lily angrily replies. âThat is the whole point of us joining the Order â so you get to live another day. So we all have a chance at this new world without a war. Let us protect you!â
You grind down on your jaw. âYou have got another thing coming, if you think Iâm not going to fight tooth and nail for my future.âÂ
James slams a fist onto the kitchen counter. âThere are horrors out there you canât even imagine. I-Itâs worse than we thought. Itâs our every nightmare come to life.âÂ
You raise your chin defiantly. âThen we face it together.â)
Each day, you survive, and each day the five of you return home â scarred and bruised, but safe within the arms of one another. When you collapse and crumble, it is only for the walls of your home to witness.Â
Now a month into autumn, you are on your first task without Sirius, James, Lily or even Remus. Instead, you are assigned by Dumbledore to Knockturn Alley along with Peter Pettigrew and Gideon Prewett. How strange time was, years ago youâd never associate with the proud Gryffindors, and now you had to trust them to guard your back. Everyone had to grow up quickly during war, even pranksters.Â
The alley was quiet â too quiet for your liking. You had been on alert since the moment you apparated into the area, wand at your ready. The back of your neck prickled with goosebumps as you kept an ear out for any sign of movement.Â
Peter shivers and you glance at him â heâs become far too skinny, constantly shrinking into himself out of fear. And while you want to comfort him, you keep your eyes up ahead. Still, there's a nagging feeling that you canât quite make out. Itâs different from all the other times youâve been asked to search and rescue.Â
âDonât you feel like thereâs something wrong?â You ask Gideon, eyes snapping to the flock of crows flying overhead.Â
âDunno, kid,â Gideon says, nudging your shoulder with pressed lips. âEverything about this is freaking me out. The place is too empty.âÂ
âI get what you mean,â You reply, swallowing your own nervousness. Without waiting for the rest, you speed up your pace. âIâll scout ahead, who knows whatâs been here before us. I donât want to risk any of our lives, so letâs be careful. Gideon, ward the area while I check for any cursed objects, last time you almost got your arm cut off by a newspaper of all things. And Peter, could you. . . Peter?âÂ
When you turn to check behind you, it all happens so fast.Â
âAvada Kedavra!âÂ
You scream as Gideonâs deathly pale body falls to the floor.Â
âNo!âÂ
You arenât given a moment to rush to his side â someone digs their wand in the side of your neck, and you stiffen in their hold. Itâs not until they hiss in your ear that you recognize the voice.Â
âRosier.â You spit, biting down on your lip when he presses the tip of his wand further into your flesh.Â
âStupid witch,â He taunts, eyes dilating with vengeance. âWhere are your lovers now?âÂ
âJealous?â You claw at his arms, chest heaving up and down. âWe donât have room for one more, sorry.â
âShut up!â He pushes you to the ground in blind rage, and thatâs all the opening you need.Â
âExpulso!âÂ
Each curse you send his way lands on his cloaked body, sending him staggering backwards. With ease, you deflect each spell he counters with. Youâre winning, he is growing tired, and perhaps that is why you let your guard down.Â
âAccio wand!âÂ
The magic fizzles out, and the spell dies on your lips. As you swivel your head to find out whoâs stolen your wand, you expect to find another Death Eater â except itâs Peter. Just Peter Pettigrew, quivering in his boots with tears and snot dripping down his face, your wand in his free hand. You furrow your brows â it doesnât make sense.Â
âPeter?â You call out.Â
âCrucio!âÂ
The curse finds its home in your body â and it sinks deep into your flesh, grinding your bones until you slump to the ground, wriggling as you draw blood from your lips, refusing to let them hear an ounce of your pain. Blood trickles down your nose as you hear Evan Rosier dancing around you in glee. You know this curse well; the sound of your father condemning you gleefully echo in your head. You crawl over to Gideon â hand desperately reaching for his shirt.Â
âCrucio!â Rosier grabs you by the hair and howls with laughter. âScream for me againâCrucio!âÂ
Itâs as though someone had begun to rip you in half. Your bones shift and crack with every uttered curse. The veins in your eyes have popped and through bloody vision, you see Peter cowering away from you.
âYouâfuckingâtraitor,â You gurgle, throat welling up with blood thatâs risen from your stomach. âTheyâllâneverâforgive youânever.âÂ
âCrucio! Crucio! Crucio! Come on, witch â SCREAM! Look at her go, Pettigrew, crawling like some pathetic worm.âÂ
You lay in your owl pool of blood, wearing a body that is marred and lacerated. But you see something in Gideonâs hand. Iâm sorry, you want to tell him. Iâll get you home to Molly, you promise, please lend me your magic this once. With every last bit of your strength, just as Rosier directs another curse at you â one you know you wonât survive â you snatch the wand from Gideonâs hand and tear the last of your magic from your throat.Â
âDefodio!âÂ
You wait with a bated breath as silence fills the alley; lucky to have remembered Professor Flitwickâs quick remark as to how the slight difference in pronouncing a charm could alter its effect. Rosier stands on shaky legs, a stream of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth. You watch as he looks down to his chest, where a gaping hole now lies instead of where his ribcage and heart should be. As Gideon had done before him, Evan Rosier crashes to the ground.Â
That just leaves one more problem.Â
Peter scurries to your side the moment Rosier can hurt him no longer. âI-Iâm sorryâIâm sorry. I had to. . . TâThey killed my mum, they killed MâMary, and tâthey said I would die too if I dâdidnât do this. Iâm sorry. YâYour father was there, too. He said he would take you in, let you lâlive if you joined us. WâWe can live, tâthereâs still a chance for us to survive.âÂ
Your fingers are bent at unsightly angles, the remnants of the Torture Curse still flowing through your veins, but your face contorts in anger as you let your hand curl around his neck. He sobs louder, and though your grip is weakening â you make sure he looks into your eyes, that he feels your touch.
âIâd ratherâdie.â You say through gritted teeth, nails drawing blood from his grimy skin. âYouâll die tooâyouâll feel my blood on your skinâeverywhere you go, Peter.âÂ
Peter shakes his head, now clumsily pushing his wand down to the center of your chest. âYâYou were the only oâone who dâdidnât laugh at me. NâNot like the others.âÂ
âWhen they find outâyouâre dead, Pettigrew.â You laugh darkly as more blood exits your body through your lips. âThereâs nowhere you can hideâyouâre a dead man.âÂ
âP-Please die,â Peter cries out, each killing spell coming out as a garbled whisper. âPlease die, sâso I can live. I câcanât fight anymore, Iâm tired.âÂ
Your vision goes a hazy shade of white, Peterâs silhouette fading away to the familiar scenery of your cottage in Godricâs Hollow.Â
Oh.
Dying is less painful than you had expected it to be. Itâs like coming home after a dayâs work.Â
You just wanted to rest now.Â
The world caves in on you, and you barely hear Peterâs next words.Â
âAvada Kedavra.âÂ
(Itâs past midnight when Peter Pettigrew arrives at Grimmauld Place, where itâs been altered to host the members of the Order, Lily sobs in relief and gathers him in her arms.Â
Youâll feel my blood on your skin.
Youâre a dead man.Â
Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead.Â
âOh, Iâm so glad youâre home safe â welcome home â thank the Gods youâre alive,â Lily blabbers through her tears, checking his face for any major injuries. âMerlin, what happened? Thereâs too much blood on you. Itâs on your shirt and your face.âÂ
âItâs not mine,â says Peter hoarsely.Â
Siriusâs gaze darkens, arms crossed over his jacket as he leaned against the wall. âWhere is she?âÂ
Lily nods, standing on her tiptoes to search for any sign of you. âPeter? IâIs she alright? Has something happened to her?âÂ
Peter stays silent for a moment too long, and he finds himself slammed against the wall behind him, Sirius snarling in his face as he seizes the front of Peterâs soiled shirt. âWhere the fuck is she, Pettigrew?âÂ
Peter begins to weep. âIâIt was an ambush. None of us saw it coming. Gideon râran. She was taking on two Death-Eaters at once and IâI was too far away.âÂ
Lily collapses to the ground with a heart-wrenching scream.
Sirius growls as he drives his fist to the wall, inches away from Peterâs face. âWhere is her body?âÂ
âIt was a disintegration spell.â With Severus Snape â brought to the Malfoy Manor to be made as an example of what happens to blood-traitors.Â
James pushes Sirius out of the way and grabs a hold of Peter, knocking his head against the concrete. âIt should have been youââ James snaps at Peter. âIf it came down to you or herâyou should have saved her!âÂ
âW-What?â Peter stammers, eyes wide. âShe chose to save mâme.âÂ
James sneers at him. âYou should have just died.â)
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(1996; CURRENTLY, IN THE PRESENT.)Â
ST. JEROMEâS GRAVEYARD had exactly one visitor. Remus Lupin sits in between James and Lilyâs graves, a bottle of firewhiskey in his hand â four empty at his side. He must be going crazy. Thereâs no funeral for Sirius as thereâs no body to actually bury, Harry is presumed missing after an attack in Diagon Alley, and your name stares back at him mockingly. He tries not to dwell on your passing â there have been too many holes, too many details left unsaid; and he knows just the rat who has all the answers. Unfortunately, Wormtail wonât come out of whatever hole heâs crawled into. Either him, or Severus.Â
He sighs, rubbing the temples of his head to ease the growing pains.Â
You are the first to be buried of the five. Like Sirius, there had been no recovered body to lay to rest, but they asked for a compromise instead. Your name is engraved under Euphemiaâs in her tombstone, and Remus figures itâs the fitting place to leave you be â with your mother, welcoming you home with open arms. He hopes youâre at peace, wherever you are. (Because, honestly, at this point, he might just fucking follow you.)Â
Remus takes another swig of his alcohol, laughing bitterly to himself. He glances at Jamesâs headstone and raises his bottle to him. âNot even in death, huh?â
He downs the last of the drink, rising to his tremulous legs. Remus gathers the flower bouquets he had bought earlier this morning; lilies-of-the-valley for Lily, white carnations for Euphemia, forget-me-nots for you, and for James â Remus leaves a moving photograph of him and Sirius; itâs a snapshot taken by Lily during the wedding as James dips his head low to kiss Sirius. Remus thinks itâs a wonderful memory to remember them by.Â
âTake care of them for me, Jamie.â
And that is all the goodbyes Remus has the strength for.Â
end note. i think i was crying the whole time i was writing this part, LMAO. i should be able to wrap things up in the next one. important!! there is actually a scene i was hesitant to include, but i ended up writing anyway. it's the whole part where allegra greengrass breaks down, and it was difficult for me to decide because i knew the implications; that i had a strong underlying message in that part, and i don't want it to be misconstrued or anything. pls pls tell me if it comes off as offensive, i definitely don't want to hurt anyone. nevertheless, thank you again so so so much for reading!! if you spot a plot hole, no you didnt!! i hope the time-jumps weren't too confusing! again, thank you so so much for reading!!
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Bite Me
You learn two things on a particularly boring patrol shift - Joel loves to bite and you love to be bitten (5.3k)
Tags - 18+, smut, bite kink, lots and lots of biting, spitting, joel eats you out from behind because he's just in that kind of mood, brief ass eating, anything one can do with their mouth joel does to you, unprotected piv, creampie, not? gentle? sex, little dubcon bc joel is a maniac, little bit of blood, one (1) dad joke, skin tone is not described but bites and bruises in reader's skin are mentioned.
Fic help - @noxturnalpascal for editing and @endlessthxxghts and @beefrobeefcal for encouraging this!! i love you all!
A/N - thanks for your patience! Iâm working on bigger things that are out of my comfort zone so enjoy this snack sized fic until dinnerâs ready. I wrote this with my heart but most importantly my pussy, I hope that translates.
You and Joel are on patrol together at your usual post, an old two story house about an hourâs ride outside of Jackson. Itâs early July, which usually means thereâs more activity to keep an eye on as the summer warms; raiders, infected, strangers and the like. But not lately - there havenât been any major threats, nothing to make your patrol shifts daunting like they usually are. Itâs just been quiet and peaceful.
Boring.
So. Fucking Boring.
Youâve picked through everything in this house several times over and never found much. Thereâs no food or tools or anything useful, but thereâs not even anything particularly interesting either. No paintings on the walls, no photo albums of old families to flip through as you like to do. Thereâs no books in the house either, apart from a few damaged by water and with torn pages, rendering them unreadable.Â
Joel used to get on your case about this, gruffly telling you to âQuit fuckinâ aroundâ and âShould be payinâ attention to your surroundings, not snoopinâ through shit that ainât thereâ. But eventually, he got bored too. The surroundings never change, not much to really pay attention to, even for Joel.Â
There was one time Joel didnât yell at you as you wandered off, and when you came back upstairs you found him sitting on a couch in the room with a big window, hunched over a coffee table, picking up and laying down playing cards. Solitaire.Â
You leaned over the back of the couch and tapped him on the shoulder, âArenât we supposed to be keeping watch?â you asked, teasing.
Joel turned over his shoulder and glanced at you, then turned back to his cards and continued playing. âSmartass,â he mumbled. âYou gonna rat on me?â
 âNo. As long as you know youâre a hypocrite,â you replied before rounding the side of the old couch and sitting next to him. You watched him as he flipped through the deck a couple times over, then he sighed in defeat. âDid you lose?â
âYup,â he answered, gathering the cards and shuffling them a couple of times. âYouâre losinâ next, though. Youâre gonna play with me.â
âI donât know any card games.â
Joel looked at you incredulously, âBullshit,â he said. A deck of cards was one of the most valuable things one could own post-apocalypse. Endless games for solo play and small groups of people alike. Not much else to do to pass the time, but then again, people stay busy in Jackson.
âOh wait - yeah, I do know one. I know Go Fish. Do you wanna play that one?â
âPass,â he answered. âIâd rather play nothinâ at all if thatâs our only game. You know Crazy 8âs, donât you? Gin Rummy?âÂ
âNope.â
âIâm gonna rectify that, then. Câmere.â
Joel taught you three games that night. The first being War, because itâs easy and luck based - something for you to dip your toes into. The next was Crazy 8âs and then finally, Gin Rummy.Â
You werenât lying when you told Joel you didnât know any card games, but only because you could never learn. You didnât like the pressure of learning in groups, didnât like the vague instructions being shouted at you. Euchre was particularly awful to learn, you were holding back tears trying to get through that game. But Joel taught you differently, he was gentle and patient and calm with an open hand of cards. Heâd play fairly and wouldnât take advantage of your inexperience. His patience paid off - after some time, he had a consistent opponent for card games and your patrols together became a lot less boring. Now Joel never has to play another lonely game of solitaire again. You play with him just about every shift now, when itâs quiet and thereâs nothing going on. Your favorite games to play are Crazy 8âs and War, not much strategy involved in those but Joel enjoys them anyway.Â
After taking your usual spots together on the couch, Joel reaches into a pocket of his backpack, the one on the inside that fits his deck of cards like a glove. âFuck,â he whispers under his breath.Â
âWhatâs the matter?â
âNo cards,â he murmurs, feeling around through his items and coming up empty. âMustâve left âem at Tommyâs.â Tommy and Maria recently hosted a game night and invited a couple of people, Joel being one of them. And then Joel brought you along to be his partner in group games. Playing with him one on one made you feel special, but you liked that he took you along as his date of-sorts. He shot you secret little winks from across the table before clearing his throat and furrowing his eyebrows as he examined his hand.Â
âOh,â you say. âSo I guess weâre actually patrolling tonight, then.â
ââBout time,â Joel replies with a soft chuckle. âMaybe somethinâ of interest will happen, finally.â
âOh god, donât say that. I really hope not.â
âYeah,â Joel agrees, âMe neither.â
Itâs nice to watch the sunset through the big window, very relaxing and beautiful. As the light disappears, the color in the room begins to fade and looks like television in black and white. Joel looks like one of those old-timey movie stars, he has the face for it. He stares out the window and twists the end of his mustache and you think that could play the criminally handsome villain. All dark and mysterious, with his sharp nose and inky eyes.Â
âWhatchaâ lookinâ at?â
Oops. Busted. âNothing,â you lie. You donât catch Joelâs smirk as you excuse yourself to go look through the house for the millionth time. Maybe thereâs something to do around here that youâve not seen before. Or a book, youâll read anything - an instruction manual to a vacuum cleaner or a Cuisinart food processor even. Anything.Â
But thereâs nothing new, nothingâs changed. Your fingerprints on cabinets and drawers from months and months before still sit in the dust. This place is fair and squarely empty. You sigh deeply before you return to Joel upstairs. âIâm bored,â you whine in his direction.
âHi bored, Iâm Joel.â
You could make waves with the power of your eye roll. âAre you sure you donât have your cards?â
Joel rifles through his belongings once more and sighs. âNope. Definitely at Tommyâs. God bless it.â
âItâs okay,â you tell him. âWeâll live.â
You donât know that you will live, though. Death by boredom feels more likely. The minutes pass, but they feel like hours in the deafening silence. Joel makes no effort at conversation, which is very true to himself. Heâs not much of a talker anyway, but leave it to Joel to sit in silence when even light smalltalk would make a world of difference in making this a less boring night.Â
Some minutes pass and youâre starting to get fidgety. You crack the knuckles in your hand, one by one by one which garners a look from Joel. âWhat?â
âNothinâ,â he murmurs.Â
You pick at your nails next, trying to even out some jagged and split edges. Joel looks at you again, glaring as you pick and pick. He fucking hates that sound. His chemistry teacher in high school used to pick at her fingernails during tests and it always made this awful, high pitched click, which was especially grating in the silence. The noise drives him crazy, like nails on a chalkboard. âIâd appreciate it if youâd quit pickinâ at your nails, hon, that noise makes my teeth hurt.â
âWhat do you mean, âmakes your teeth hurtâ?â you ask, still picking at your nails. Youâve almost got that one hangnail.
âGives me the heebie jeebies, I donât knowââ Click. You got the nail. Joel shivers while gritting his teeth and groaning. âKnock it off,â he hisses. Â
âOkay, sorry,â you say. âIâm done.â
âThank you.â
Peace and quiet once more. Joelâs bored too, but he doesnât mind the insipidity of the evening as much as you do. He likes having the time to reflect, to slow down and collect his thoughts. Heâs thinking about his day off tomorrow, what heâs gonna do. Probably harvest some vegetables from his garden, do a load of laundry andâ
Click.
âWhatâd I just ask?â
You freeze where youâre at, the nail of one of your thumbs picking at the other, youâre caught red handed. âShit. Sorry, Joel.âÂ
âUh-huh. Sit on your hands,â he commands.Â
âWhat?â
âYou heard me. Sit on âem.â You roll your eyes as you wedge both of your hands under your thighs just like Joel asked and he nods in approval. âThere. Fâyou can sit still for twenty minutes, you can have your hand privileges back.â
âYou canât take away my hand privileges, Joel. Theyâre hands. Theyâre attached to me.â
âI can, indeed. If ya do it again, youâre losinâ a finger.â
A baseless threat, but you know Joel means business so you do your best to sit still. Surely he doesnât actually expect you to not move at all. Youâre allowed to adjust, move yourself into a more comfortable position so you do, and then you feel the corner of your nail get stuck on a thread of your jeans. You pull your hand from under yourself to examine it, feel the irregularity. Youâre trying to ignore it but you just canât.Â
Pick pick pick.
Joel turns to your direction and in a swift movement, grabs both of your hands in his and squeezes, shaking you gently. âEnough,â he fumes, frustration in his voice. He loosens his grip slightly and you pull your hands away before you really do lose a finger, you fear that his threat did in fact hold water. âHey,â Joel says, his voice softened. âThatâs somethinâ we could do.â
âWhatâs something we can do?â
âSlap jack,â he answers plainly, nodding his head like heâs waiting for you to tell him you understand. You donât.Â
âWhatâs slap jack?âÂ
âYou donât know slap jack?â he asks. You shake your head, no. âYou donât know much, do you?â
âHey,â you complain. Rude.Â
âRelax, Iâm teasinâ,â he says, âYou know youâre a smartass. Now give me your hands.â Cautiously, you extend your hands towards Joel and he takes them gently in his own, âFlatten âem,â he says, âLike this.â maneuvering your hands into place so that your palms are facing the ground. He places his hands underneath yours, his palms facing the ceiling. âReady?â
âI guess?â
Bam. Joel flips his hands on top of yours and slaps the back of your hands. âJoel!â you shriek. âThat hurt.âÂ
âWell donât let me hit you, then,â he smirks. âThatâs the game. You gotta move your hands before I getcha.â
You giggle. And Joel really didnât hit you hard, you were just startled. The prospect of the game excites you. âAgain,â you say.Â
You lay your hands out flat, Joel holds his underneath yours. He uses his fingers to tease your palms, tapping and tracing along your skin. Smack. Back in the same position once more, with your hands on top of Joelâs. He doesnât tease this time, just smacks you again. A third time you lay your palms on his, and he teases again - fingers creeping on your skin, tickling and thrilling you. With every minor movement of Joelâs hands, you pull your hands back. âYouâre flinchinâ an awful lot,â he teases. âSâusually against the rules, but Iâm beinâ nice.â
âYouâre gonna hit me!âÂ
Joel shakes his head. âIâm not gonna hit you, sweetheart. Why would I do that?â Smack. You gasp and rub the backs of your hands, smiling at Joel with an open mouth. He beat you again. âYouâre terrible at this,â he says.
âItâs my turn,â you decide, laying your hands out with your palms facing up. Joel places his hands on top of yours just like how the game goes. You flip your hands to slap his and hit nothing but air. Heâs too quick. Settling back into place, you try again and Joel pulls away too quickly for you to slap him. Itâs the same thing over and over again until you decide you're done playing. Offense and defense, you never win, only lose.
âYouâre a sore loser, you know that? Card games too, you do not like to lose, do you?â
âI donât - youâre justââ
âJust what?â
Youâre not answering that. You know what the answer is, that heâs too good at these games and youâre not but you donât need to tell him that, inflate his ego even more. âI wanna pick a game.â
âBe my guest. One that you can win, right?â You couldnât slap Joelâs hands but youâre sure you could slap that stupid shit-eating grin off right off of his face right now. You just take Joelâs left hand and offer him yours. âWhat gameâs this?â
Youâre retaliating. He didnât hit you hard at any point, but youâre gonna get him back. Thereâs not really a name for this game, itâs just something you used to play when you were a teenager. Itâs on par with those other stupid teenager games, truth or dare and spin the bottle and seven minutes in heaven.
âI donât know,â you answer. âItâs the biting game.â
âBiting?â Joel looks at you incredulously.
âYeah, biting. I bite your hand, you bite mine. See who can take it.â
âThat doesnât sound like a very nice game,â Joel says.
âWell itâs fitting then, because youâre not a very nice man.â
Joel smirks, âNo, âspose Iâm not.â
âSo, do you wanna play?â
You donât even let him answer before bringing his hand to your mouth, fitting your teeth over the fleshy part of it - right in between his thumb and forefinger, where his unique bullseye tattoo sits. Joel follows suit, placing his teeth over your hand and letting them rest there. You feel the heat from his mouth, the softness of his lips. His teeth are blunt, threatening to sink into you and tickling your skin as he waits for the game to begin. âReady?â you ask, your voice muffled by his hand. Joel nods, his big brown eyes sparkling in the low light. âOkay.âÂ
 You bite Joel, holding his gaze. His skin is salty and warm. Joel bites with you and youâre both rather tentative at first, biting the other gently. You take the initiative to bite him harder, âMm,â he mumbles, surprised by the pain yet wonât go further. Â
âThat's all you got?â
Joel raises his eyebrows at your challenge. He squeezes his eyes shut as he bites down, hard. In turn, you squeal and pull back, and Joel releases your hand in an instant. You shake your hand and rub the mark he left, laughing. âMotherfucker,â you gasp.
Joel turns on a lantern on the coffee table and takes your hand back to inspect it. âYou okay?â he asks, tracing the marks in your skin. âYou donât have much of a pain tolerance.â
âItâs a sensitive spot,â you reply.Â
He makes an amused sort of expression at that, still rubbing your hand as he nods in response. The closeness in proximity, the peculiar intimacy of the game you and Joel have just played - it feels like something in the atmosphere changes, charged, the way the air feels before a storm.Â
Joel breaks the silence, âBet youâre sensitive like that everywhere,â he whispers. âShould grow some thicker skin.â
âJoelââ
He takes your hand again, this time skipping that fleshy spot on your palm and instead bringing your wrist to his mouth. His mustache is prickly on your skin. Joel bites your wrist, and you canât help but let out a little gasp, even though heâs gentle just like before. He increases pressure until youâre yelping again, but this time he doesnât let you go. He watches you squirm, catching your lip in your own teeth as you writhe in pain. You exhale in relief when he loosens his bite, then shiver as he drags his teeth along your forearm and bites you there next, then moves up to your bicep. Each bite is harder than the last, including when he pulls the collar of your top away and bites your neck. The skin is tender and thin and it hurts, really fucking hurts as you whine in pain. âDoes it hurt?â
âYes,â you gasp.Â
Joel soothes the bite mark with his tongue which startles you perhaps more than his teeth did. âYou can take it,â he whispers against your skin before searching for another part of your neck to bite. He takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilts it to the side, allowing himself access to you. You feel him open his mouth and bite down, but this time it feels good. Joel notices your reaction, feeling the vibration of your moan with his mouth against your neck. âYou liked that,â he says, itâs not a question.Â
Youâre at a loss for words. Breathing heavily, you pant, âFu - JoelâŠâ
âItâs okay. You can admit it.â Joel likes it too - all that flesh between his teeth. The marks of his teeth he leaves in your skin, the bruising that surrounds them - itâs his artwork, unable to be replicated. Nobody else has his teeth and nobody else has your skin. Heâs not broken skin yet but he imagines the faint taste of your blood on his tongue, tangy and metallic mixed with the sweetness of your skin. Fuck, he could eat you whole. Make you hurt, oh, heâll make you fucking hurt. He softly bites your earlobe next, âFeels good to hurt sometimes,â he purrs in your ear. The heat of his breath sends a shiver down your spine. âSo Iâm gonna keep bitinâ, then. And youâre not gonna quit on me like last time. Are you?â
Despite the pain, the way it sort of intimidates you, you find yourself complying, nodding. You feel his mustache before his lips, his lips before his teeth, and finally his tongue, hot and wet. Itâs unlike anything youâve experienced - salacious and erotic, frightening and tormenting, all at the same time. You feel Joel everywhere, in places heâs not even bitten or kissed or touched yet. God, you hope he touches you there. Â
Joel pushes your shirt up your body, his fingers brushing over you as he reaches behind you to unclip your bra. He pushes the straps off your shoulders, you watch as the undergarment falls into your lap. Joel taps your jaw twice, âTilt your head back for me,â he instructs. He nips at your neck and collarbones before gently pushing you down on the couch, pulling your pants and underwear down in one movement before situating himself between your legs. Youâre laid out for him, bare. His canvas to paint as he pleases. With darkened eyes, Joel pores over your body - heâll hurt you here, pleasure you there, tease you somewhere else - the horizon is endless.Â
He begins with kisses down the column of your throat, cascading down your sternum. He moves over to one of your breasts and you know itâs coming, but it startles you anyway. He bites hard on such a sensitive part of you, âShhh,â he coos, quieting you. With a strong, masculine hand on your other breast, he finds your nipple and flicks it, drags his thumb over it until it pebbles beneath his touch, effectively soothing your cries of pain and turning them into noises of pleasure.Â
âJoel,â you whine. âFuck, Joel.â
âYouâre doinâ good,â he tells you. âDoinâ just fine.â
You gasp when you feel his teeth around your hardened nipple, threatening to clamp down. He bites you gently, oh so gently, just enough to secure the bud in place for him to roll between his teeth. He brings his tongue into play then, swiping it over your nipple and circling it. After repeating the action with your other breast, his head travels lower, lower. Biting at whatever he pleases, kissing when he feels like it. He bites your hips - a sharp pain, and then your thighs - dull.Â
You canât help yourself as your fingers find your sex, already so wet. You circle your clit a couple of times before Joel pulls your hand away, biting and sucking your arousal off your fingers. He replaces your fingers with his own, pushing two of his thick fingers inside you as he bites and nips at your thighs, sucking at your skin as well. His teeth, his fingers, all where you need Joel the very most - it all feels so good, so intense, you donât quite know where pain ends and pleasure begins as he works his fingers inside you.You donât know if heâll bite you hard or soft, a small bite or a big mouthful of your flesh and you can only imagine the marks heâs made on your skin. He alternates between biting, sucking, kissing, licking you, using his tongue and lips and teeth to drive you wild, have you writhing and melting under him.
 Joel pulls his fingers from your core and brings them to your mouth, pushing them past your lips. âSuck,â he says, and you do, tasting the tanginess of your own arousal on your tongue. Joel takes your hips in his strong hands and flips you over on your stomach, then sits back on his knees. You hear the quiet rustling of his clothes, that discernable sound of his zipper being undone before his clothes are tossed on the ground. He bends one of your legs and leans over you to kiss and nip at your ankle, then the other, biting up your calves. He traces his tongue over the backs of your knees before he bites you gingerly, the action has you gasping and moaning. Joel chuckles against your skin. âKnew you were sensitive,â he murmurs. He kisses his way up your thighs, kisses your ass cheeks and bites where they meet your thigh. âUp, lift up, sweetheart,â he speaks softly, urging you to lift your hips. He finds his pile of clothes and bunches them beneath your hips, propping you up for him.Â
Joel parts your lips with his thumbs, spreading your sick folds for easier access. You feel his hot breath on your heat and youâre nervous, anticipating that blunt feeling of his teeth on your most sensitive place, but it never comes. Instead, his nose - aquiline and perfect, tracing up your clit, your flesh until he finds your hole, his nose buried in your most private place. He spreads your cheeks and spits between them, the saliva drips down, down. He traces you with his tongue, circling clockwise, then counter. âFuck,â you whimper, pushing your hips back into his face as your nerves tingle. He kisses the sensitive area before traveling lower, his lips finally meeting you where you need them most. âOh god,â you whine.Â
Joel dips his tongue into you, humming in pleasure as he does - he fucking loves it, the heat of your cunt and your sweet arousal soaking his face, and he knows that hours later heâll still be able to smell you. He pumps his tongue in and out, delving into you. He drags the muscle through your folds, all wet and sticky with your slick before he finds your clit to lick and suck at that sensitive part of you.Â
He eats you voraciously like he loves it, passionate and determined as he savors you. The way Joelâs lips wrap around your clit, his nose in the space he just fucked, on his knees - this is what heâs meant for, what youâre meant for too. Itâs obsession. Heâs all fingertips bruising into your skin under his crushing hold, his tongue a relentless assault on your sex. You feel his salt and peppery scruff scratching your inner thighs and rubbing you raw. In the coming days you'll still feel him, skin burning as the hot water of your shower runs down your legs. You love it now, and youâll love it then.Â
Youâre moaning, babbling Joelâs name, begging him but you donât know what for - For him to make you come and then to stop, because itâs too much. Begging him for more and less, the push and pull of it all. Joel smirks against your cunt, proud of the delirium heâs brought you to using just his mouth. His grip is still ironclad despite all of your grinding and wriggling, trying to right yourself like an insect on its back. He listens intently to your body and all the different noises youâre making, broken moans and those sticky, obscene sounds of your cunt being sucked and licked and lapped. When your thighs begin to twitch, your breaths become sharp and unsteady with your impending release, he doubles down on his efforts until youâre coming all over him, soaking him wet.Â
Youâre a mess of hazy thoughts, barely aware as heâs pulling your hips back, pushing your chest down. With one hand, he rubs soothing circles on your lower back as he holds the other in front of his face and spits into it before wrapping his palm around his cock, throbbing and angry. He pumps himself a couple of times, the leaking tip rubbing against your ass. When heâs ready, he reaches for your neck with the hand previously rubbing your backside and forces you up. He bites your ear first, then fits the head of his cock into your entrance.Â
Joel offers no warning before burying himself into you inch by inch, splitting you in two. You whine as he fills you up, stretches and hurts you so nicely, he bites you harder the deeper he pushes into you. He doesnât take time to let you get used to the ache, he knows youâve come to love the pain he gives to you, because thatâs what heâs made you do. Joel pulls out of you all the way and pushes himself right back in, harder and faster than before. âKnow it hurts,â he says with your earlobe between his teeth, âBut you gotta take all of it.â
Joel fucks you quickly at first, having already found the right pace and the right angle to make you squirm in pleasure. He wraps his arm around your torso and nudges your head to the side so he can bite into your neck again. Youâre flush against his torso. He fucks you steadily - in, out, in, out. You keen into the sensation, losing yourself in it all - heâs hot and clammy behind you, his tuft of unruly pubic hair rubbing against you. You reach behind yourself and touch the side of Joelâs face where his graying curls are muttered against his skin, dampened with his sweat. Joel turns his head and bites into the fleshy part of your thumb. Heâs a mess of curses and praises, telling you what a good girl you are between heavy breaths and sharp inhales, whispering fuck and Christ, sweetheart.Â
Without a warning, he pulls out of you and falls back on the couch, grabs you roughly by your arm and sits you on top of him. Youâre face to face with him now, staring into his dark, hungry eyes as he pulls you down on his cock, fucking you apart. He eyes you up and down, and then his lips curl into a crooked smile. âLook at you,â he whispers, tilting your head down to look at your body. âYouâre all marked up, sweetheart. What a goddamn mess. Tried to tell ya this wasnât a nice game.âÂ
Heâs right. You look down to see your breasts covered in bites and dark bruises, the marks dotting your torso in the dim light. Some are swollen and angry, others not quite so. You see a bruise on your shoulder and think about what you canât see, the bites on your neck and collarbones. âLetâs count âem together,â he purrs in a low tone. He fucks up into you, âOne,â he grunts, âTwo, three. Four. Jesus, sweetheart, youâre fuckinâ covered. But I ainât done with you yet.â
Joel pulls you close to him, your chest against his as he thrusts into you. He brings his teeth to that place where your shoulder meets your neck and bites hard, harder than he has before. It hurts, truly fucking hurts and you cry out loudly, a choked sob escaping your throat. Heâs broken skin. âQuit squirminâ, be still fâme. Breathe through it,â he instructs, finally tasting your coppery blood on his tongue. With each thrust he moans against you and his teeth sink deeper and deeper, but it feels worse than it is. You wonât scar, but heâll be lucky if you do. âYouâre doinâ so good. Know itâs a lot, I know. I knowâŠâ
He licks over the damage and brings his thumb to your clit as he does, pushing you back to examine your face. He wipes away the tears he expected youâd cry as he paints tight, steady circles into your clit, knowing it wonât be hard to bring you to the edge. He reaches up, pulls you close to his face and kisses you gently, tangling his tongue with your own in a way that makes you dizzy. âI gotcha,â he says, âCome for me.âÂ
Youâre right fucking there, aching for release as he rounds your clit with his thumb and rolls his hips into yours. Your breaths are shallow, your moans are broken and youâre squirming - so fucking close. Joel seems to know just what you need: he sinks his teeth into your plump, swollen bottom lip as he works you with those tight, steadied circles, all the while he fucks you deeply. And then youâre there, and god is it intense, the pleasure and pain. You taste your own blood as you come, breaking into pieces in Joelâs arms as powerful waves pleasure wash over you, rough and unrelenting like the sea during a storm.
Joel comes undone with you, loudly, with grunts and groans and other noises of pleasure. With wild thrusts, he paints your insides with his hot come before he slows to a still. You climb off of him and his come spills out of you and onto the old upholstery of the couch. Joelâs breathing heavily next to you, and when he catches his breath he looks at you with relaxed eyes, eyes that go wide when he looks at what heâs done to you. âFuck,â he mumbles, pulling his shirt from under you and wetting it with water from his canteen. You catch your reflection in the mirror and see some of the bruises and bites heâs left on you, then you look down at the rest of your body. This time, with the light in front of you, you can see it all. Marks on your wrists, your arms, your chest and your hips and your thighs. You smile. Heâs added so much color to you, his very own temporary tattoos. âI donât know what came over me,â he says. He dabs the wet shirt over your bloodied lips and then your neck, his big dark eyes full of worry as he holds one of your hands. He rests it loosely on top of yours, sort of like that game from before. He doesnât notice you begin to wriggle yours from beneath his. âGotta get back and clean you up, bandage you andââ
SMACK. You hit his hand, hard. Joel looks flummoxed.Â
âGot you.â
When he realizes the game youâre playing, he rolls his eyes and smiles. âNice one, smartass.â Joel lifts the shirt and examines the bite on your neck a little closer. âAre you okay? Did I hurt you too bad?â
You shake your head no. âI got you,â you repeat, smirking.
âYeah, whatever. You got me.â
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a small series of Jujutsu Kaisen men as your husband !
â OUR STARS : Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Choso Kamo, Aoi Todo, Toji Fushiguro, and more !
â REQUESTED BY : none
ââ WARNINGS : none
à· PIXIE'S NOTE ! : were back again at daily posting đđ» to my pookies who supported me, y'all made me giggle and kickin' my feet in my bed last night đđ»đđ» love lots!
GOJO SATORU, as your husband !
âą Gojo being your husband is no different from being your boyfriend â he still gotta be that same person you dated few years ago, though he became more serious about situations and decisions because you guys are married but his goofy, annoying, clingy side is still there â I mean when he met you and been with you for like two weeks your caller name is already set as 'wifey'.
Gojo who totally acts like a mom when you leave for work, he is like a freaking HOUSEWIFE â
"honey!" he sings as he walks into the living room seeing you brush your hair Infront of the mirror, getting ready for work. "hmm?" you responded and quickly turns your head at him â he's wearing a this is what an awesome husband looks like apron which made you too stunned to speak, "I created a bento for you." he smiles as he hands out a nicely wrapped bento box which was really new to you because it's always you who keep creating bentos for him, usually when he leaves for a mission.
"thank you, honey." you say softly with a warm smile as you accept his bento that he specially created for you, he can't help but to feel like a love sick teenager seeing you smile like that. He officially takes the position of being a housewife đ«Ą
Gojo who couldn't stop talking about the future he wants with you like nonstop â this man would talk about having three million carbon copy of him with you and would name them after megumi, yuji, nanami and basically all of his friends, students, and dead relatives đđ»ââïžđš â I FEEL LIKE HE GOTTA BE THAT TYPE OF PERSON.
Gojo always flexes you everyday and YOU are his hyper fixation â argue with the wall, he gotta be the type of man to say "she's my wife." randomly when he's talking to an old friend he haven't seen for a long time. HE WILL BE THE HUSBAND WHO YOU WILL SEE WEARING "I LOVE MY WIFE" TYPE OF SHIRT WITH THE UGLIEST FONT AND PHOTO TEMPLATE EVER. Once a person mentions your name he ain't gonna shut the fuck up.
I just know this marriage go'n be like Ryan Reynolds and Blake Lively's relationship đđ» ABSOLUTELY RANDOM TEXTS FROM HIM, UPDATING YOU TOO MUCH.
2:32 pm
gojo : shitting at the mall cuz i don't have anywhere to shit on.
gojo : [sent an attachment]
gojo : i miss you my wife, my beautiful wife.
gojo : [sent an attachment]
gojo : [sent an attachment]
gojo : your very handsome husband â€ïž
2:40 pm
you : stop spamming me messages love, im at work đđ»
gojo : why? is it turning you on đ
you : that's a photo of your feet.
Gojo who became a seriously hands on person when you told him that you're pregnant â when he has missions with yuji, megumi, or maybe nobara and you told him that you're very tired to do anything today he will be like,"okay kids, I got to go I have important things to do." and dashed away before they could say something and mf arrived at yalls house within a second.
Gojo who cried when he carry his baby for the first time, he was sobbing like hell â girl dad? boy dad? BRO HE IS BOTH âŒïž "okay we'll name this one suguru and this one-" he is going to come up with the most ridiculous names, probably the worst one was his dead ancestor.
okay seriously, Gojo would be a full time dad after his children were born â he will always stay at home as much as he can, having twins isn't easy plus he's trying to help you with his full power and make sure you don't feel alone through this.
"gojo.." you grumble as you felt his presence disappearing next to you at bed, you open your eyes and sees he wasn't there which led you to stand up and start looking for him â you walk out of the bedroom and noticed that the twin's bedroom door was open so you check it out.
in your suprise, gojo was in the rocking chair with the twin's in his arms peacefully sleeping and he is snoring like hell. You can't help but smile seeing this moment, it warms you heart. You quickly grabbed your phone and took a quick photo, this is what you exactly wished for.
Gojo who couldn't stop posting you and his little angels and his fans are absolutely living for it, it's like his day wouldn't complete without posting cute photos of his angels and of course, you as well. Gojo is indeed a Facebook mom â
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synopsis- Oscar accidentally posts a nude on his instagram story
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â§.* Oscarâs reaction
You and Oscar are lounging on the couch, enjoying a rare quiet afternoon together. The TV is on, but neither of you is really watching it. Youâre curled up against him, scrolling through your phone, while heâs half-asleep, his arm wrapped around you.
Suddenly, Oscarâs phone rings, startling both of you. He fumbles to grab it from the coffee table, squinting at the screen. âItâs Zak,â he says, his voice tinged with confusion. He answers the call, putting it on speaker.
âOscar, mate, you need to check your Instagram story right now,â Zakâs urgent voice fills the room.
Oscar sits up, wide awake now. âWhat? Why?â
âJust do it,â Zak insists. âYouâve posted something you shouldnât have.â
Your heart drops as you both realise what this might mean. Oscar quickly opens his Instagram, his fingers shaking slightly. He taps on his story and his face goes pale. âOh my God,â he mutters.
You peek over his shoulder and see itâa very revealing photo thatâs definitely not meant for public eyes. âOh no,â you breathe, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.
âDelete it, Oscar. Now,â Zak commands.
Oscar doesnât need to be told twice. He quickly deletes the story, his hands moving in a blur. âItâs gone,â he says, his voice trembling. âIâm so sorry, Zak. I didnât realizeâŠâ
Zakâs tone is exasperated but with a hint of amusement. âOscar, you might want to double-check before you post anything in the future. Your fans probably didnât expect to see that.â
Oscar groans, dropping his phone onto the sofa. âI canât believe I did that.â
You canât help but giggle. âWell, you did say you wanted to give your fans a closer look at your life.â
He shoots you a horrified look before bursting into laughter. âNot that close!â
Zakâs voice comes through the speaker, chuckling. âLook, just be more careful next time. And maybe invest in some clothes.â
Oscar rolls his eyes, still laughing. âGot it, Zak. Thanks for the heads up.â
âAnytime. And Oscar, maybe donât make this a regular thing, yeah? Weâre trying to win races, not start an OnlyFans,â Zak says before ending the call.
Oscar drops his head into his hands, still laughing. âI canât believe this.â
You wrap your arms around him, grinning. âAt least we know your followers are getting a lot of exposure to their favourite driver.â
He groans, his face flushing again. âIâm never living this down, am I?â
You kiss his cheek. âProbably not. But hey, now youâve got a funny story to tell.â
He sighs, pulling you closer. âOnly if you promise to never let me use Instagram unsupervised again.â
You laugh. âDeal. And maybe we should stick to cute couple selfies from now on.â
Oscar nods, a mischievous glint in his eye. âOr maybe⊠I should make sure all my posts have wardrobe approval from you first.â
You grin. âI can work with that.â
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SCANDAL ON THE GRID: Oscar Piastriâs Instagram Mishap
By: Sasha, Rumour Radar
In a hilarious yet shocking turn of events, McLarenâs rising star Oscar Piastri has become the latest cautionary tale for digital privacy and social media blunders. Early yesterday morning, fans got more than they bargained for when Piastri accidentally posted a revealing photo to his Instagram story, sending the F1 community into a frenzy. The incident has drawn comparisons to similar celebrity slip-ups, such as Chris Evansâ infamous social media mishap.
The mishap was quickly addressed in a series of tweets by Piastri himself. The first tweet, brimming with sheepish humour, read: âSo⊠that wasnât supposed to happen. Apologies to everyone. Lesson learned: double-check before posting. #SorryMumâ
Just minutes later, he followed up with a more serious note on the importance of digital security: âOn a serious note, letâs talk about digital privacy. Make sure youâre securing your accounts and double-checking before you post. Lesson learned. #StaySafeOnlineâ
As if the situation wasnât already comedic gold, Piastriâs McLaren teammate and fellow prankster, Lando Norris, couldnât resist adding his comment. âOh Oscar mate, you need lessons on how to use Instagram properly. Always give your phone to a responsible adult if youâre not sure,â Norris retweeted Piastri to ensure the ribbing hit home.
To top it all off, Piastriâs model girlfriend, Y/N, chimed in with her own playful jab: âI literally leave him alone for a minute and this is what happensâŠâ
Insiders close to the couple revealed that Zak Brown, McLarenâs CEO, was the first to alert Piastri to the accidental post, calling him in a tone that was reportedly both urgent and amused. âOscar, mate, you need to check your Instagram story right now,â Brown had said, trying to suppress laughter while maintaining his authoritative stance.
Despite the embarrassing slip-up, fans were quick to rally around Piastri, appreciating his candid and humorous approach to the situation. âAt least we know heâs human!â one fan tweeted, while another quipped, âThis is why Oscar Piastri is my favouriteâheâs real, heâs relatable, and heâs hilariously unfiltered.â
The incident has sparked a flurry of memes and jokes across social media, solidifying Piastriâs place not just as a talented driver, but as a beloved personality in the F1 world.
While the dust settles on this unexpected reveal, Piastriâs misadventure serves as a humorous reminder of the perils of social media. As the young driver himself advised, securing your accounts and double-checking before posting is a lesson everyone can take to heart.
As for Piastri, it seems heâll be keeping a much closer eye on his phone from now on, with a little helpâand a lot of teasingâfrom his friends and family.
Stay tuned to Rumour Radar for the latest updates on this unfolding story and more celebrity gossip.
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oscarpiastri me when I got a call from Zak to check my Instagram story đ
Thanks for the support, everyone. And to McLaren for not firing me.
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user1 I wish I was a fly on the wall during that conversation with Zak đ€Ł
oscarpiastri I promise Iâm a responsible person btw!!
âł yourusername sure honey, sure
user2 youâre such a grandpa when it comes to technology
yourusername Still canât believe you managed to do this đ
âł user3 was he trying to send you the nude or something đ
âł user4 theyâre kinky af, he was definitely sending her a pic
user5 where can I see this nude? đ
âł user6 search up #nudegate on twitter, itâs trending
âł user5 HOLY SHIT! good to know he keeps a stubble down there đ„”
âł user6 I donât even wanna know how big he is erect, like that man is hungggg
logansargeant only you đ
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â§.* Y/n loves adding fuel to the fire
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mclaren nothing to see here, just two guys who love keeping our pr team on their toes #sendhelp
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landonorris why he say fuck me for?
âł user7 please you know exactly why đ
oscarpiastri whoops, hey thatâs why we have a pr team right?
user8 just a couple of besties đ«¶
oscarpiastri is it roast Oscar day or something?
âł yourusername after the stunt you pulledâŠyes.
user9 the best duo!! đ
user10 mclaren pr have the patience of a saint đ
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â§.* Lando finally gets his payback
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