#it’s like everyone who (assumed they) could just went ahead and moved on

[subbmissivesuccubus]

Bully Part 3

A/n: Happy new year/ New year's eve everyone! As promised, here is part 3. Thank you all for following and supporting me these last few months. Here's to a great year of smut ahead <3 <3 <3 I hope you enjoy your favorite pervy menaces <3

Disclaimer: Gojo X Geto X Fem!Reader. DUB-CON WARNING. READER ENJOYS WHAT’S HAPPENING TO HER BUT IT’S MESSY!!! Blackmail!!! Humiliation. Degradation. Free-use dynamics. Spankings. Public sex. Filming. Gojo gives a stranger permission to touch reader!!!

"Who knew the three of them were...well...like that." Utahime said, immediately gossiping once the taxi started to move. "I can't say I'm surprised though." Shoko said, "They're practically attached at the hip."

The girls and Nanami were sharing a cab to get back to their dorms, gossiping about what had happened during dinner. It was a fun night of drinks and banter, ended with their friend being kissed by Gojo and Geto. When asked about the nature of their relationship, the two men responded by saying they were…fuck buddies.

"She could do better." Utahime said, "I don't get why she's settling for those assholes."

Nanami looked out the window as he allowed the chatter to wash over him, not really paying attention. His mind couldn't help but go back to a week ago when he and Gojo were in class together, the only ones there and he noticed his lock screen...

"Gojo, what the fuck?" Nanami snarled as he looked at Gojo's phone, his screen flashing up as he received a message. There was a naked woman's photo set up as his lock screen, her face out of frame to accommodate her breasts and her spread legs and Nanami didn't want to even think about what was dripping out of them.

"Oh, my bad." Gojo said casually as he picked up his phone, "But she's hot right? She's my new fuck buddy~"

"Not interested." Nanami said, clicking his tongue in annoyance, "Just keep that shit to yourself. Why do you have that as your phone background?"

Before he got an answer, Geto and you walked into the room, asking them what they were talking about and when Gojo showed them the screen, Nanami noted your reaction. He didn't too much of it at the time, assuming your flustered and angered expression was over how vulgar Gojo was but now he wondered...

No. There's no way that was you, right?

Right?

~~~~~

"What the fuck was that?!" you screeched once Gojo closed the door of the taxi, smacking them both across the shoulders, "Why would you say shit like that?! Telling everyone we're fuck buddies- what will they think of me!?"

"It's the truth, right? Stop your bitching." Geto snarled on your left.

"Exactly. I'd rather you use your mouth for something else." Gojo said on your right, his fingers moving to tug at his pants, starting to undo his belt.

"Wh-What the fuck are you-" you sputtered, your eyes flickering over to the taxi driver who seemed to be paying you no mind but-

"Oh, don't worry about him. He works for my family." Gojo said, pulling his hard cock out of his pants before he tapped on the driver’s seat, "Hey, you don't mind if this whore sucks my cock back here, do you?"

You yelped at Gojo's words, face a bright red as you heard the taxi driver chuckle. "Enjoy yourself, boss." he said, not even looking back as he put up the divider, giving the three of them some privacy.

"There we go. Happy?" Gojo asked as he leaned back against the leather seat, his arm reaching up to grab you by the back of your head. You gasped as he gripped onto a handful of your hair and tugged harshly, his hold on your unrelenting as he started to pull your head down to his lap.

"Get to sucking."

~~~~~

Oh God.

Oh God.

You ran your hands through your hair, eyes wide as you went over what happened last night. You had hoped it was a dream but...it wasn't. You got fingered in the restaurant, got kissed in front of everybody by your bullies before said bullies announced that you were all fuck buddies.

They got you back to one of Gojo's penthouses, (the bastard so rich he had multiple houses he could just use whenever he wanted) and once you reached it, having sucked them both off in the taxi, they cleaned you up the best they could before the three of you passed out on the bed. You fell asleep the second your head hit the pillow, too drunk and loopy to do anything else.

Which is how you found yourself in between them, the two men still sleeping as you contemplated moving country and changing your identity.

To your right, Gojo groaned, his eyes pressing tightly as he fought away the need to wake up, moving from his back to his side and throwing an arm around you. You froze as he pressed himself close to you, nuzzling his nose against your neck. "Fuuuuck..." he cursed, frowning, "My head is killing me..."

"Don't make it our problem." Geto groaned, woken up by his own hangover and Gojo's whining. He looked over at you, taking your appearance in, looking quite delectable in Gojo's oversized t-shirt.

"Mmph- gimme those tits..." Geto said as he fisted the hem of your t-shirt before he pulled it up harshly, bunching it all underneath your chin. You gasped as he immediately leaned forward and took a nipple into his mouth, his tongue lapping at it a few times before he sealed his lips around it. A groan on content left his throat as he started suckling on you gently, truly using your boobs as stress relief for his hangover, the pressure at which he sucked your nipple increasing and decreasing at a slow pace.

"I-I hate you two." you said even as a hand came up to thread through Geto's hair, watching as he closed his eyes and suckled on you. It was honestly a bit soothing, feeling him suckle on you gently and not maul on your nipple the way they usually did. Gojo grunted as he too moved down your body and took your other breast into his mouth, sloppier than Geto but still suckling on you hard enough to make your toes curl.

"Oh God...people are going to think I’m a whore..." you lamented, tossing your head back and accepting your fate, fingers threading through their hair as they used your body. "It's accurate." Geto teased, giving your nipple a few kitten licks before going back to sucking. "Exactly. And who cares what they think." Gojo said, running his tongue over the plush of your breast, making your whole boob wet with his saliva, "You're our whore and that's all you'll be."

"Whatever." you said, not even having the energy to argue. You simply lied down, almost going back to sleep from the sensation of them gently nursing on you. But within five minutes, Gojo was bored.

"Come on, let's go take a shower." Gojo said, pushing himself up with a groan as he got off the bed, but not before grabbing your wrist. Geto growled as Gojo pulled at you, not appreciating being interrupted as he wrapped his arms around you and glared at his friend even as he continued to suckle.

"Don't look at me like that." Gojo said, sticking out his tongue, "You can take her after I play with her."

'Play with her' meant him taking you to the shower and running his hands all over your body like a pervert, squeezing your flesh and washing every nook and cranny as he ordered you to stay still. Sometimes he'd fuck you- other time's he'd simply jerk off and cum on you- always something new with Gojo.

Geto growled, making you shiver at the sensation around your sensitive bud before he pulled away with a pop, a hickey already forming on the fat of your breast.

"Let's all shower together." he said, sitting up as well, "We have a mission today and the principal will kill us if we're late."

Oh right. You were assigned a mission with these two menaces. And if it wasn't tough enough dealing with them before they started fucking you, you can only imagine the shit you're going to have to put up with now. You sighed as the two men grabbed you and lifted you off of the bed, taking the t-shirt off of you and smacking your ass before pushing you towards the bathroom for a very...thorough bath.

~~~~~

"What's with the face?" Geto asked, tapping his finger on his arm as he waited for Gojo to finish getting dressed, "Doesn't it fit?"

"This- I can't wear this! It’s too short!" you protested, tugging at the skirt...if you could even call it that. You were wearing the school uniform but instead of your usual pants, the boys had demanded you wear something else. A mini skirt. The skirt only reached your thighs, even the slightest movements threatening to flash your whole ass.

"Might as well give the curses something to ogle at before they die." Geto teased, looking you up and down, nodding his head in satisfaction.

"Fuck you! I'm not wearing this!" you said, pressing your legs together as you reached for your discarded pants. But before you could even touch the fabric, you felt a sharp pain on your behind, a slap so loud and hard that it made you yelp, the force pushing you face first onto the bed. You whipped your head around, face hot as Geto stood above you, pushing up the skirt a bit to marvel at the red handprint he left behind.

"You don't have to wear it if you don't want to." he said as he pulled his phone out, pointing the camera at you and you couldn't stop him from taking a picture, "But it would be a shame if I accidentally sent this to the schools group chat~"

"...I'll wear it."

"Smart girl." Geto said with a laugh, the sound making your ears heat up in embarrassment. It made you shiver, thinking about all the material they had on you. Pictures, videos, text messages... they continued to torment you and it didn't seem like they'd get bored anytime soon.

And neither would you.

"Get on your knees and keep your face down." Geto ordered, still pointing his phone at you while he used the other hand to push the skirt up entirely, bunching it at your waist and exposing your panties, "Shake your hips. Grind that ass on me."

You gasped as you felt him move forward and press his crotch against your ass, his hardening cock obvious even through the fabric. He started to gently dry hump you, a somewhat bored expression on his face, like it was a chore to use your body to get off. He landed another sharp spank on your butt, reminding you that he was waiting for you to follow orders.

You bit your lower lip, fisting the bed-sheet tightly as you did as he asked, wiggling your hips and shaking your butt against Geto, gasping as you felt him grow harder against you. As you continued to shake, the door opened and Gojo walked in, dressed in his uniform as well.

He whistled as he watched the two of you, noting the redness of your ass cheeks. "Was she being naughty?" he asked, taking Geto's phone from him and continuing to film, giving his friend free reign to humiliate you easier.  "She tried to be." Geto said, reeling his hand back and spanking a cheek one more time before he grabbed your hips tightly, "But you know how she is. It's easy to put her in her place."

You yelped as Geto started to thrust against you, pushing his clothed erection against your clothed cunt as he dry humped you, the flesh of your butt rippling against him as he fake fucked you. Somehow, this felt more embarrassing than if he actually stuffed his cock inside you- it was like he couldn't be bothered to put in the effort but still wanted some pleasure.

He humped you a few times before he called it, pushing your hips away from him and making you collapse on the bed, your knees giving out as you panted against the bedsheet, face red hot with shame. You barely processed Gojo coming behind you, sliding his hand up your waist before he whisked your panties off, tugging them off of your legs before throwing them to the side. You were about to spread your legs, assuming the man was either going to eat you out or fuck you but he simply gave your butt a pat before saying:

"Get up. We gotta go."

"Wh-huh?" you babbled, watching as Gojo grabbed your skirt and pulled it down over your butt, the fabric barely covering you. You pushed yourself off of the bed and stood up, ears flushed as you once again were made aware of just how short the miniskirt was. All it took was for one small movement for anyone to see your privates. "Th-then why did you-"

"You thought being spanked was your punishment?" Gojo asked, a smirk on his face as he leaned in to kiss your cheek, "Nah. You don't get to wear panties."

"No- You can't!" you protested, pressing your hand between your legs, trying to pretend like your cunt wasn't gushing.

"Principal is asking if we've left yet." Geto said, interrupting the conversation, "I could send him a picture of you over Gojo's knee, getting your ass spanked and explain exactly why we're running late. Shall we do that?"

"...Let's go."

Gojo’s driver from last night was picking the three of you up and to your horror but not surprise, Gojo ordered you to sit in the passenger’s seat. You could feel the driver’s eyes on you as you tried to get into the car without flashing him, all decency thrown out the window as you practically covered your bare pussy with your hand as you sat down beside the stranger.

"Did you see her pussy?" Gojo asked once he settled down in the back, Geto beside him.

"I'm afraid not, Sir. She was covering herself." The driver confessed, quite expressionless.

"How rude. Hey," Gojo said, getting your attention as he tugged at your ear, "Spread your legs. Let him see your cunt."

You jumped, your ears ringing at his command, jaw dropping to the floor at the shameful demand. You pussy was already wet- "I- that's- I can't do that!"

"Either you spread your legs or I rip that skirt off and toss you out of the car. Your choice."

With a gulp, you took a deep, shaky breath, your heart hammering in your ears before you slowly started spreading your legs. You heard the driver’s breath hitch as your skirt bunched up, completely exposing your puffy pussy to him. He even leaned forward a bit to get a good look at you, making you close your eyes shut so you wouldn't have to see it.

You pressed your mouth close tightly so they wouldn't hear you moan.

"What do you think? Good pussy, right?" you heard Gojo ask, the other two men also leaning forward to look at you like they weren't more than familiar with your body.

"She's beautiful," the driver responded, "so puffy and cute~"

"Why don't you touch her a bit?"

You gasped, back arching off the seat as you immediately felt a hand on your pussy. Your eyes snapped open, watching as the driver had indeed slid his hand between your legs and was touching you. A total stranger was rubbing your cunt!

"She's so wet~" the man teased, a smile on his face as his fingers glided between your folds, the slick sound of your wetness echoing through the car, "Oh, she feels amazing."

"Doesn't she? She's a perfect little fuck toy~" Gojo said, biting his lower lip as he watched you get touched by the driver, a twinge of possessiveness popping up as he eventually ordered him to stop. The man immediately listened, pulling his hand away from your pussy before licking his fingers off your juices, the action making you moan in embarrassment.

"You know where to take us, right?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good. Get to it. And you," Gojo said, kicking your seat and getting your attention, "Keep your legs spread, got it? Give him something to look at while he drives."

After the long and awkward car ride where you kept your legs spread the whole time, the three of you were dropped off at your location (but not before the driver got to cop another feel). It was an abandoned location, decrepit and having a strong vibe of curses. The cursed energy was so strong it made your skin crawl and your teeth chatter. But you knew you had nothing to worry about. Not only were you strong, but you also had the two idiots with you who were labelled the strongest sorcerers.

It was strange that the curses were not the things that were making you nervous. You tried not to think about how you were used as a toy. As a plaything. As something they can give other people permission to use as they pleased. You couldn’t believe that just seconds ago- a random stranger had their hands on your most private part.

You tried not to think about how much you loved it. "Lead the way." Geto said, giving your butt a pat before you started walking. You didn't need to look behind you to know that they were taking pictures of you, Gojo one time practically putting the camera between your legs and taking an upward shot.

"Stop- I'm trying to focus!" you complained, pulling down the skirt as best as you could which you knew barely did anything.

"You'll only focus once you stop worrying about your outfit. It's just us here, after all." Geto said, "So flash that pussy and find the curse."

"I don't see you two doing any work." you said, cheeks red as you glared at them, "Find the curses, why don't you."

"Nah." Gojo said, idly scrolling through his phone, his glasses reflecting the photos he just took of you.

"The fuck you mean, nah?"

"It's your job to find and defeat the curses today." Geto explained, giving you a sly smile, "Do a good job and we might put in a good word with Yaga. Our recommendation means something, you know."

"...you guys are never that nice." you said, smelling a scheme, "what do you want?"

"We don't want anything." Gojo said, "And as long as you do as you're told, of course. Now push that skirt up and show me your ass."

You huffed, quickly realizing what this mission was going to be.

But hey, if you get a promotion through this...then perhaps you can stick it out.

You gripped your skirt and pulled it up, not having to do much as your peach butt got exposed. The two men laughed and whistled, getting enjoyment and more blackmail material: many pictures of you, in uniform, at a location of curses, flashing your butt. And this was only the beginning.

As you started tracking down the curse, your senses were on high alert and you gradually forgot about the skirt, the shiver you felt as you got in contact with the thick cursed energy making you decide that you needed to focus on the task as hand. You blocked out the two of them following behind you and you blocked out the sensation of your skirt riding up enough for your lower half to be almost bare. When you sprinted up the stairs, feeling a curse nearby, your skirt rode up completely and you only pulled it down once you reached the top.

In front of you was a curse, not a special grade but not weak either. It was a large, disgusting looking thing, oozing power but you knew it was not as strong as you.

"I'm guessing the two of you aren't going to help?" you asked, getting ready as the curse spotted you. "Nope." they responded, Gojo's phone out and pointing at you, taking a video, "all yours."

You didn't have time to respond as the curse suddenly lunged at you, dragging its disgusting body with surprising speed as it gained to attack. You sprinted around it, your body swift and deadly, understanding the way the curse worked in a matter of seconds. You countered every move with your own, slowly weakening it before you exorcised it, the curse dissipating in the wind.

"That was pretty decent, even for you." Geto said once Gojo stopped recording, "you didn't even let the fact that your whole pussy is out stop you from doing the job. Well done."

You looked down and sure enough, from all the running and the dodging and the fighting, your skirt had ridden up once more and your cunt was totally out in the open. You blushed and you quickly pulled the skirt back down, your ears turning red from the embarrassment.

"Fuck. I'm horny now." Gojo muttered as he pocketed his phone, "Hey, hands on the wall- I'm gonna fuck you."

"Wh-" you sputtered, blushing heavily, "But we're busy!"

"Geto can deal with it. My balls come first. Pun intended."

The black haired man rolled his eyes, a fond smile on his face as he said: "Fine. But I'm fucking her once I’m back so you better finish by then."

"No promises~"

Not caring about your response, Gojo walked upto you, gripping you by the back of your neck before he pushed you gently against the nearest wall, his other hand pulling your skirt up. Geto walked past the two of you, following the curse as he left you behind to get a pounding.

"Oh, you're so wet, you nasty bitch." Gojo snarked, grinning as he felt you up, his fingers sliding between your folds, "You loved walking around in this slutty little mini skirt, huh? Yeah, I know you loved it. Probably wanted us to fuck you this whole time."

"D-Don't flatter yourself!" you retorted, wincing as he pinched the plush of your butt before he changed your position a bit. "Mhmm. You're real fucking convincing. Now spread your legs. I want to fuck this nasty pussy."

 Grabbing you by the hips, he made you bend forward, your palms against the wall and your ass presented to him. He continued to play with your pussy, two fingers easily sliding inside of you while his other hand got to work on his pants. He simply slid them down enough for his cock to pop out, hard, throbbing and leaking pre-cum from the red tip. He tapped it against your ass, staining your skin with his fluid before he took his finger out and pressed the tip against your cunt.

He didn't care for foreplay and he didn't care if you felt good. He was here to fuck and that's what he was going to do. And you were going to take it.

"Oh yeah, that's a good pussy~" he groaned as he started pushing inside of you, his cockhead popping into you easily from how wet and dripping you were. You hated to admit it but running and around and flashing your privates had gotten you hot and bothered, even if you were just exposing yourself to the two men who were more than familiar with your body.

You gasped as he continued to bully his cock inside you, eventually bottoming out and spreading your cunt so deliciously wide. His groans were audible through the empty hallways, both his hands now grasping your hips greedily. With a lick of his lips and no warning, the man started to thrust, starting off a bit slow. Your moans jumped with each thrust, your ass rippling against his hips each time he fucked his cock deep, deep inside you.

Despite the many times you've gotten thoroughly pounded by Gojo, you simply can't seem to get used to his size. His cock was deliciously long and thick and each thrust in had his leaking cockhead pressed up against your womb. You slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle your noises on instinct, slick dripping down your legs and staining the floor.

"Fuuuuck- I'm addicted to this free use pussy!" Gojo growled as he not so gently smacked your ass, laughing at your squeal, "Bend you over and fuck you anytime- claim you as my personal whore. I fucking love it!"

“Shut the fuck u-u-upppp!” you squealed, his cock curving just right and bumping against your special spot, a rush of pleasure sparking through your spine. Gojo simply spanked you again before he used that hand to grab your hair, pulling at it roughly. You gasped as your head was pulled back, the pain of your hair being tugged at addicting.

“I felt your pussy tighten, bitch~” Gojo snarled with a smirk, “You love being bullied by us so much- it’s so pathetic and I love it.”

“You’re pathe- ohhh right there- right there!”

“Yeah? Here? Little bitch likes it when my cocks hits her right here?”

Gojo angled his hips so he hit your g-spot with every thrust forward, the clap of his hips against your butt practically echoing through the hallway. You couldn’t hold back your moans, little ‘uh-uh-uh’s leaving you as he pounded your cunt like a toy. You didn’t know how long the two of you were there for, fucking in the open, in the middle of the abandoned building. You were so focused on the pleasure that you didn’t notice the pressure of the curses suddenly disappear.

“Are you done yet? It’s my turn to cream her cunt.”

You groaned as Geto walked over to the two of you, wiping his mouth.

“I still got the taste of a curse on my tongue. I’d like to wash it down with her pussy.”

“Fuck- wait for a bit.” Gojo said, panting heavily, sweat marring his brow, “I’m almost done.”

“Nope. I’m not waiting.” Geto said, punching Gojo in the shoulder and ruining his rhythm, “Plus, there’s another curse that needs killing and I’m pretty sure it’s your turn.”

“You want- fuck-“ Gojo cursed, stilling inside you to give Geto a look, “You want me to fight a curse with a hardon?”

“Well, she fought one with her pussy out so I’m sure you can manage.”

Gojo sighed, rolling his eyes before he conceded, “Fine, fine. But you owe me one.”

“I do not. Now get going.”   Gojo pulled out of you, the slick sound of it making your body shiver as his erect cock stood tall, covered in your juices. He tucked himself back in his pants the best he could, his dick still straining against his pants as he quickly walked away, a determined look in his eyes. He wanted to finish off this final curse as soon as he could so he could get back to destroying your pussy.

Before you could even blink, a bit dazed from the lack of pleasure, Geto was on his knees behind you, his hands gripping your asscheeks before he pulled them apart and surged forward. Blood rushed upto your cheeks so fast you felt dizzy as Geto stuffed his face between your cheeks. He groaned as he rubbed his face on you for a bit, enjoying the feeling of your soft flesh against him like a pervert before he stuck his tongue out and got to licking. He took a long, greedy lick from your clit all the way upto your asshole, teasing your rim before slightly sticking his tongue inside.

Your body shivered, little gasps leaving your mouth at his shameless actions, the man starting to eat you out like a messy meal. He clearly didn't care if you felt good, his movements sloppier than usual, and obviously just wanted a taste. But that didn't stop your body from responding to him, your hips subconsciously pushing out in a silent plea for more, your pussy dripping. He lapped up your juices, drinking you down with a groan as his hands continued to squeeze and pinch at your cheeks.

“Fucking- perfect.” He moaned against you, his words vibrating your clit and making your knees shake, “Just what I needed.”

With a final, toe-curling suck to your clit, he stood up, ordering you to turn around and face him as he started undoing his pants. Your back was pressed against the wall, Geto standing close enough for your chests to almost touch. “Take your top off. Get naked for me.” He groaned as he fished his dick out, giving it a few tugs as he eyed you down like you were a piece of meat. You gulped, heart beating fast in your chest as you hurriedly started to unbutton your blouse, trying to pretend like you weren’t eager.

If they knew just how needy you felt…

Geto suddenly grabbed you by the waist once your buttons were undone before he lifted you up like you weighed nothing. You yelped as he slammed you tightly against the wall, feeling his cock throb against your eager cunt as your legs wrapped around his waist. He grabbed onto the cup of your bra before pulling the right one down, exposing that nipple. He bent down and took it into his mouth, the man clearly having an obsession with your tits as he started suckling.

His eyelashes tickled your skin as he ran his tongue over your sensitive bud, giving it a few flicks with the tip before sealing his lips around it and giving it a toe-curling suck. As he suckled, his other hand slid down and grabbed his cock, tapping it a few times against your pussy before he slid in, the glide easy thanks to Gojo’s previous pounding.

“Ah- fuck-yes-“ you gasped out, unable to hold yourself back, briefly registering that all traces of curses had disappeared in an instant, Gojo having finished the job. It was only a matter of time before he rushes to the two of you, demanding to be back inside you.

This was what you were expected to do for them. Be a pair of spread legs for them to use whenever they want- to be fucked silly- to be bred- to be truly and utterly degraded. Maybe Gojo would make you suck his cock. Maybe the two of them would swap places. Or maybe they’d finally fuck your ass.

From the corner of your eye, your vision blurry thanks to the tears from how harshly Geto was pounding into you, you could see someone hurriedly walk towards you, unbuttoning his pants along the way and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh among your moans.

Today was going to be a long day.

~~~~~

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for giving a friend tickets to a concert that I originally bought for a different friend?

This kind of petty drama tbh but my friends are divided over this whole thing and I worry that the way I acted was wrong.

I (16) bought 4 tickets to a concert that I really wanted to see, intending to ask my friends to go with me for my birthday. Because I was the one who wanted to go, and I know none of my friends are super into this artist, I thought it was only fair that I bought the tickets. They were like £70 each and I spent some of the money I got as gifts to buy them.

I asked 1 friend who has kind of been my on and off best friend for the past 4 years, we'll call her E, to go with m. She asked if we could also invite someone she's friends with, who I don't know that well- let's call her O. I wasn't super happy with the idea but I really wanted E to come and I thought maybe it could be a good way to get to know O more. The asked a few of other friends if they wanted the last ticket but they were either busy or didn't know if they would be allowed (the concert was happening in another city) so the last ticket wasn't claimed for a while.

The week of the concert arrived and I ended up in hospital because I dislocated my knee. I was told I probably shouldn't go to a concert because I should be on rest for a few days. I was pretty upset but there wasn't really anything I could do about it. I let E know I couldn't go anymore and that I was just gonna post the tickets for sale online. I told her she could buy hers if she still wanted to go. She didn't reply so I had a feeling she was pissed about it. On the day of the concert, the tickets hadn't been bought. I was home from school all day but a few of my friends came by after to see how I was doing.

This is when I learned that E had told everyone that I had given her all four tickets and that she had told two guys from the year above that they could have my ticket and the spare one for free if they gave her and O a ride to the concert. I tried calling E but she didn't pick up or reply to texts. I'll admit I was kind of angry. The girls who came to see me after school said they would buy the tickets from me and go to the concert if the tickets were still available. So I sold them the tickets for £50 each (that was all the had on them at the time and I was fine with getting at least some of the money back versus giving them to E and some random people for free) and they went to the concert.

A few hours before the concert started, E showed up at my house and asked for the tickets. I told her I had sold them to some other friends and she kicked OFF. She said I had given her at least her and O's tickets as a gift and that I couldn't just take that back. She had the guy from the year above come up to my house and ask where the tickets were too, though he seemed confused about the whole thing and was pretty understanding when I said I had bought them for my birthday but got injured so I decided to sell them. Eventually my mum had to ask them to leave because E was just yelling at me, saying that I was a shitty friend, and I was pretty upset.

Things have been so tense in school since the concert. Some of my friends don't believe that I never promised E all of the tickets after I got injured, so they're really mad at me and the friends who went to the concert. The whole thing is really awkward and I'm starting to feel like maybe it was an asshole move on my part. I don't know. E basically hasn't spoken to me since. I knew she had made plans with the tickets so I guess it was bad of me to sell the tickets to those other friends. I just feel like she shouldn't have assumed I would give them all away to her for free? Especially when I told her ahead of time that she could buy the tickets, otherwise I was gonna try selling them. She never replied to let me know she wanted them. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[bfiaflbox]

Tonight I wish I was your girl

Pairing: Matty x Reader Warnings: smut (praise kink, choking, unprotected sex) Disclaimer: Ok, so I literally had a dream about this and then decided to write it down and make it a fic. I swear, I'm not weird, I just tried to put the pictures from my dream into words. Also, in my dream Matty was sitting in the pub with Pete Doherty (who had "Fuck" tattooed on his forehead (??) and Zane Lowe but there was no scenario on earth that I could come up with that made that believable in any way so I took that out. (Fun fact: in my dream I did something my anxious ass would never do and just went up to Zane Lowe, ignoring everyone, and just asked "are you interviewing them or just having a conversation? I'm just asking because I love The Libertines (a lie) and the... the... The Matty Band" and he was just like "who are you I'm not interviewing anyone, this is rude"). Also my dream ended when they arrived at the house so the rest is made up.

2.6k words and I didn't proofread any of them.

It was probably a pathetic Idea but your intuition told you to get on a train and head to Wilmslow on Christmas Eve.

Your plans of spending Christmas had fallen flat because large parts of your family had contracted Covid and wanted to stay by themselves to not spread the disease. In a desperate attempt to not feel lonely, you looked up train connections to any of your friends houses that might take you in for Christmas, but there really was only one person you really wanted to see.

Two hours and seventeen minutes and you'd be in Wilmslow via Stockport. You booked the connection without thinking twice. It was only when you were actually sitting in the Avanti West Coast Train to Manchester Piccadilly at Euston station that you thought about how crazy your actions were. They were the actions of a desperate idiot in love. There was no denying you were in love with Matty but there was a great chance that to him you were probably just a friend. Just as you decided that this was a bad idea and you should go home now, the train started to move.

After a short panic attack and contemplating whether or not using the emergency break was warranted in this situation you decided to just text Matty.

You: Hey, are you having a nice time in Wilmslow?

Matty: Yeah. Well, it's family, love them but it can be a lot at once. Might head to the pub tonight to catch up with some old friends. What are you up to?

You: Nothing really. Since Christmas is cancelled this year, I'll just... improvise. Your plan sounds nice, though.

Matty: Yeah, something's missing though, to be honest. Or someone.

You just assumed he was talking about his grandma or a different family member and didn’t give it a second thought.

Me: Hope you have a great time nonetheless :)

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You arrived in Wilmslow in the afternoon. On the train you had decided that once you arrived you'd walk around town a bit and then to get the next train home again because surprising your crush on Christmas Eve in his hometown is not the thing a normal person would do and you were definitely a very normal person and not at all a stalker.

You got out of wilmslow station and started to just walk straight ahead and see where the road would take you. You walked past parks and restaurants and shops that looked lovely but were mostly closed. Eventually the area became more residential and you couldn't help but notice that you tried to look into the windows of the houses in search of Matty. Right, that's it. It's getting dark and this is ridiculous you scolded yourself as you turned around to head back to the station.

As you walked by The Brewhouse and Kitchen you decided to get something to eat before heading back to London. The pub was crowded as you walked in. No wonder, it was one of the very few pubs that was open.

You looked around for a table to sit at when you spot Matty. You stare at him in shock. He's actually here. He sat in a corner booth with two other guys and had yet to notice you. Just as you were thinking about how you could make your way out of this scenario, Matty turned his head and looked right at you. You were fucked. There was no denying you were here now. His eyes grew wide and he stared at you with raised eyebrows. Right, this was definitely a mistake you thought but Matty waved you over to them excitedly.

When you didn't move because you were too embarrassed to do anything, Matty got up and made his way over to you. "Hii, darling, what are you doing here?" he asks excitedly. You couldn't answer. How do you tell someone that your family cancelled christmas, you were lonely and decided to go to the other person's hometown without telling them a word about it? Instead you just went up to him and hugged him. His arms enveloped you in one of his strong and warm hugs and it felt so incredibly good to be near him. "Surprise" you mumble into his chest. "Surprise indeed" he laughed. "It's so nice to see you. Come, sit with us." He lead you back to the table he shared with his mates.

After introducing you as his good friend and ordering your drink, Matty couldn't sit still. He was fumbling with either his glass, the table decorations or his fingernails until you decided to just take one of his hands in yours. An intimate gesture, you were aware of that, but it felt right and trusting your intuition was what helped you get here in the first place. Matty just looked at you with pure adoration and love as you felt him physically relax a bit.

After two more rounds of drinks, everybody decided to call it a night. You paid and made your way out of the pub where you said goodbye to Matty's mates. When they were gone, there was a brief silence between you until Matty spoke with the usual unserious tone: "You're so weird for coming to Wilmslow. How did you know where to find me?" "I didn't. I just walked around and... dunno" "I love that you're here. Come home with me?" "What and crash your familiy's Christmas, definitely not!" "Please? I can't let you take the train at this hour, it's dangerous!" we both know that's a lie "Also, what's waiting for you back in London? Please stay, my family won't mind, we're a pile of patchwork anyways" You looked at him and saw that he was actually excited about the idea. You just kept looking, noticing the light stubble on his face, the grey strands of hair at his temples, the eyebrows raised in anticipation and his lips. These fucking lips. You took your hand and raked your fingers through his hair. His eyes fluttered shut in enjoyment, a dopey smile forming on his lips. You decided then and there that you couldn't take it anymore. You could not go another second without knowing how his lips felt on yours, so you went up on your tiptoes, your hand anchored at the back of his head and crushed your lips to his. His hands came up to cup your face and you felt him reciprocating and deepening the kiss.

Your ears were ringing and your body felt like it was on fire. There's nothing else that mattered in that moment other than his lips on yours. After a few seconds you break the kiss and just smile. He's the first one to speak: "So it's settled then?"

You don't know if he meant the months of pining after each other or the question whether you'd stay or not but to both you just grinned and nodded.

He takes your hand and starts walking. It wasn't awkward, it was exciting. There was a lot of giggling and stopping randomly to snog on the way home but eventually Matty pointed to a house and said "that's us" as if you had always been a part of this and there had never not been an us.

Before putting his keys into the door he stops for a second and goes "Oh fuck, I'm sharing a room with my brother". You looked at him questioningly but he just continued "We have to be quiet, everybody's asleep". He opened the door and once you were inside he was on you, kissing your mouth, your jaw, a line down your throat to your collar bone. You couldn't help but let out an obscene moan and suddenly Matty stopped. He was looking at you with big eyes, raised eyebrows and a finger over his mouth that was curled into a smile, signaling to be quiet. "Sorry, sorry, fuck" you whispered with a giggle.

"Let's take the couch and figure something out in the morning" he suggested. "I can just take the couch and you sleep in your normal bed" "Baby, do you seriously think I will let you sleep alone tonight? Let alone on the couch in a house where nobody knows you are even there? If you'll have me, of course" "I really don't want to be alone, thank you" He smiled at that and kissed your lips again. So soft and so gentle.

Matty lead you into the living room and closed the door after you. The couch looked comfy, a suspicion that was confirmed when you plopped down on it. Matty laid down on his side behind you, opening his arms signaling you to lie down too. When you relaxed into his embrace as the little spoon, you felt all the anxiety and doubt and all the bad feelings leaving you. Feeling Matty's embrace made you feel invincible.

The position also let you feel something else which was the bulge in his pants that was growing and pulsing against your ass. You felt proud that you had this effect on him and so you took his hand that was resting on your hand in front of you and placed it on your lower belly, pushing it further down, all while moving your hips back into his growing hard-on. Matty let out a small groan "baby, we can't, they could hear us" "Please, Matty! I need you" you whispered, sounding incredibly needy. His hands slid under the elastic of your leggings and your underwear. "You need to be really really quiet" he warned and you believed him. His hand in your underwear spread your folds and slid through them, gathering some of the slick that had accumulated there. "Fuuuck, baby, you're so wet. Look at that, so so needy for me" he whispered, at which you just nodded. You needed him, you wanted him. You were so horny and needed some of that feeling to be released. He slipped two fingers inside and immediately started to fuck you with them. The room stayed silent except for the squelching sound of his fingers in your wetness and some heavy breathing. His movements were unrelenting. In a normal situation you would've screamed by now but you were biting your knuckles in hopes of staying silent while your orgasm was fast approaching. "Will you come for me baby, hm? Come on my fingers like the needy little thing you are?" at which you just managed to nod. Your orgasm hit you and you almost choked on the moan that was threatening to escape your throat as your walls clenched around Matty's fingers.

"That's it, baby. You did so well, staying silent." he whispered, kissing your shoulder between each sentence and you knew then and there that you couldn't go to sleep now. You kept grinding your ass against his boner and soon enough he knew what you wanted. "Fuck, baby, I can't fuck you, I won't be able to keep quiet" he whispers in your ear. "That's not fair, I need you to fill me. I feel so empty" you pouted while sliding your underwear and leggings off your legs. You kept grinding your naked ass into his boner until he was out of patience. Annoyed he kicked off his trousers and boxer shorts, flipped you on your belly and and angrily whispered in your ear "I swear to god if you make one sound this will have been the first and last time" before he lined up his cock with your entrance and started pushing inside.

The intrusion of his cock in your pussy felt divine. He was bigger than you were used to, plus you were lying on your belly which emphasised the sensation. "Oh baby, do I need to rearrange your insides to make some room for myself?" he cooed while relentlessly pushing inside you. "you're so tight, fucking hell". He stopped for a second as he buttomed out. "You alright?" "Yes, yes" you nodded.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful" he said as he pulled out until only his tip was still buried in your pussy and then slammed inside again. The slap of his pelvis against my ass rang out through the otherwise silent room. You weren't sure if you could take a pounding like that without anything to muffle your sounds so you grabbed a pillow off the couch and bit down into it but Matty wouldn't have it. He grabbed the pillow and threw it away. "You wanted this, remember? You're gonna take it and you're gonna be nice and quiet" and with that he started to fuck you in an unforgiving pace. When you were close again, you couldn't help but let out the tiniest whimper. In response Matty's hand came up to your throat and squeezed. That's what did it for you and you came on his cock, any cries that could have existed got muffled by the chokehold on your neck. "Baby, it feels so good when you come on my cock. Like you were made for taking it deep in your pussy." Your head was dizzy from the orgasm, the restricted blood flow and the praise. How did he know about your praise kink? "Can you come a third time tonight, hm?" he whispered at which you just nodded. "Oh baby, I'm gonna have to hear words, how else can I be sure?" "Please, yes" is all you managed to choke out, not able to form coherent sentences. It's all that Matty needed to hear. "On all fours, come on" he directed you to your knees and then started pounding you again. In this position he was able to fuck you incredibly deeper. His cock hit your cervix and the jolt of light pain that this stimulation triggered was making you lightheaded again. You felt so full, so incredibly, wonderfully full. When Matty's hand came round to your clit to help that promised third orgasm along you knew he had to be be close himself. "Come on, baby, come for me. Come on my cock" he was drawing quick circles with his fingers on your clit. Suddenly you could feel him spilling his cum inside you and it all became too much. You let out an overstimulated cry as you came a third time.

Matty stilled, cock still inside you and you didn't dare to make a movement or a sound. Fuck, did anybody hear you? You stayed like this for a few moments and when neither of you could hear anything in the house, Matty pulled out of you. You let out a shaky breath at the feeling of the unwelcome emptiness. You stood up, bit shaky on your legs and faced Matty with an absolutely blissful smile on your lips. "Thank you", you whispered and kissed him at which Matty just chuckled "I don't think anybody ever thanked me after fucking them" "Well that's just rude, isn't it?" you laughed and kissed him again. When you were able to feel his cum running down your legs, you asked for the toilet. You cleaned yourself up, thanked your past self for getting that IUD and went back to the living room. Matty was lying on the couch again, waiting for you to slot into position as his little spoon. You happily obliged and made yourself comfortable in his arms. "What will you tell your family tomorrow?" "That my new girlfriend surprised me in town, came home with me and saw a ghost, obviously" "Obviously" You had to laugh at that.

"I'm glad you're here. I was missing you like crazy" he confessed and kissed your neck. "I'm glad, too" you whisper. Once you were able to hear a light snore behind you, you added "I love you".

[cairavende]

Worm Arc 17 thoughts:

Travelers backstory!!!!!!!!! WOOOO!!!!!!

HOLY SHIT THEY ARE FROM EARTH ALEPH! That really explains the mysterious nature of their backstory up to now.

Would have loved to get some PoV's from some people who aren't Trickster but I'll live.

He's just such an asshole! Like I already knew he was but god DAMN did this arc remove any doubt.

Just the worst type of asshole that can be found in MOBA games (I say this as someone who played MOBA games for years). And then given superpowers. Ugh.

THE SIMURGH FUCKING HELL OH MY GOD I LOVE HER!!!!!!!!!

SHE IS MY FAVORITE ENDBRINGER AND ONE OF MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS EVEN IF SHE IS SUPER DUPER EVIL AND TERRIBLE! BUT SHE JUST SINGS IN EVERYONE'S HEADS AND THEY SEE THINGS THAT SHE WANTS THEM TO SEE AND SHE SEES THE FUTURE AND CREATES A CAUSE AND EFFECT PLAGUE BASICALLY AND I LOVE HER!!

Just the level of planning ahead she does, the number of moves ahead Simmy is playing. After the first few times she shows up they start quarantining where she attacks. Which ends up being exactly the right situation needed to push the Travelers to the choices she wanted them to make. Like, is quarantining even a counter to the Smurph or is it exactly what she wanted?

Sure precogs mess with precogs. That makes sense. But I don't know that it is as clear cut as Coil presented to Trickster. He implies two precogs just cancel each other out, but I assume it's more of a strength thing - a strong precog will cancel out a weak precog, but a weak precog will only make things a little fuzzier for a strong precog. So having Dinah would have helped against the Simurgh but I don't think it would be enough to just cancel out the Simurgh's power. Coil and Tattletale would probably also help. But I'm not convinced the last few months in Brockton Bay hasn't been more or less what Simmy wanted to happen.

Cody is the only person here that is probably more of an asshole than Krouse. Just could not get over the fact that Noelle didn't want to date him. Unbearably entitled dick. Possibly dead now, if Accord got his way. But very possibly not. Won't be surprised if he shows up again.

Cody's power is fun. I think it's the first "time travel" power I've seen. I mean Clockblocker does time freezing which is basically the same category but still, curious to see if we get any more level of time travel than this.

Marissa needs someone to make her some cookies and give her a place to hang out that isn't the house her mom lives in. I mean, I guess the current situation handles that but not how I meant.

I already liked Jess and now I like her even more. She's a cape geek! Wonderful.

Luke is interesting cause he was the only person besides Noelle who was close to Krouse at the start, but he's the first (well, aside from Cody I guess) to leave him. Really went through a character arc. Also Krouse lists Luke's "individual tragedy" as "not getting to fly" which is hysterical.

Oliver is a trans girl. Headcanon 100% established. It just fits so well. She just needs to find herself! And once she does and realizes what she actually wants to look like her power will get her there and won't need to keep adjusting! Right now Oliver's power is doing performative masculinity for them.

Noelle has had a bad time. God damn. She was having a bad time before everything happened and now she's having a very bad time. Damn. I had some guesses about her correct. Figured she was like, monstrous bottom half and normal top half. And figured touching her was bad. But I didn't foresee "touching her creates mutated evil clones". I'm sure that won't be a major problem in the next arc or two. I'm sure there won't be evil mutated clones of a bunch of capes to deal with . . .

I had long figured Travelers had Cauldron powers. It just fit with their power levels and such. I had also figured whatever Noelle's condition was, it was related to having a Cauldron power. I had a lot of guesses. None of them were "only drinks half a vial". For some reason I thought everyone would be too smart to do THAT! (I have no idea why I thought that.)

Current guess is Noelle is sort of in a never ending "trigger" event. Her power is constantly in the "building and gathering" phase and is not reaching the "lock things down" phase that normally happens (Bonesaw talked about this). Definitely a lot of other things it could be, this is just the best fit I've found so far.

This goes for Oliver too, which is why their power keeps changing how they look. Oliver just got lucky and has much less significant troubles compared to Noelle.

Got to see lots of new Case 53's. That was fun.

I expect to see more of Accord in the future. Just cause like, he gets smarter the more complex the problem. And the world is supposedly going to end due to (I think) the actions of higher dimensional entities. That is a very complex problem. And at the same time, he seems like the kind of person that might see "billions die" as a good way to reduce chaos. To simplify the world. Not saying that is what he will do, just that it seems a shame to not bring him up again.

I knew 40 people had died due to actions of the Travelers. I did not know Noelle had eaten them all! Because she tried to starve herself. I can see why it's important to keep her well fed. And why it's going to be an issue that there is no longer someone providing her with thousands of dollars of meat a week. No waste though, she has a very efficient digestive system.

The ending, with Trickster just staring at the bloodstain left behind by Coil's body while Genesis stares out at the ocean ... very good. I mean, really sucks for them, but it was a very evocative arc ending.

I wonder who won the Ransack tournament? One team disconnected because the building they were in disappeared into a space hole. I wonder what the rules are for that?

[rhoorl]

Working Title | Chapter 18

Pairing: Dieter Bravo/OFC

Series Rating: Mature, 18+

Word Count: 5.6k

Series Masterlist |AO3 Link for Chapter 18 

Chapter Summary: Indy and Sam come back from their trip and we see the characters react to the news of Indy’s upcoming audition (and the implication it has for our couple).

Chapter Warnings: This one gets a little angsty. There’s also some smutty smut including some 🍑 related fun that I cannot believe I actually wrote, let alone am posting. I’m also playing a little fast and loose with TV/movie production and auditions. I don't have a beta, so any typos/mistakes are on me.

A/N: Happy New Year! I’m a bit of a broken record at this point, but I’m really sorry for the delay between the last chapter and this one. December was rough. One of my resolutions for the New Year is to post updates more consistently. I have a schedule in mind that I’m aiming to keep up with, but we’ll see how it goes. To everyone who’s been following along this journey - thank you, I’m glad you’re here. If you ever want to say hi, my inbox is open. If you don’t feel comfortable, sending an anonymous message works too 😀

“Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves, right Rhys?” Liz gave him a tight smile and you’re thankful she is trying to steer the conversation to something else. 

“Right. You’re right, Liz. You always taught me not to assume anything’s a done deal til the ink is dry!”

“That’s it,” she winked.

“But, I really do think she has a solid shot at landing the ro- ow!” He reached towards his shin, no doubt where she had just kicked him under the table. 

Liz shot you a sympathetic look as her eyes quickly moved over to Dieter, who was staring at the Old Fashioned he slowly swirled in one hand. With his other hand, he twirled the ring on his middle finger with his thumb. “So, Belle, did you have a good weekend?”

“Uh, y-yeah,” you cleared your throat, seeing Dieter’s head slowly lift. “Dee had the whole thing planned yesterday, it was amazing.” You reached out to grab his hand, and he looked down with a smirk. You gushed about how much you loved everything about the date from the helicopter tour to the ATVs to dinner, leaving out how your night ended.

“Good work champ,” she smiled at Dieter, whose eyes softened when he looked at her. You knew they were silently communicating, their decades together no doubt allowing say so much said in just a glance.

Luckily Rhys got distracted by the conversation, namely about everything and anything Jurassic Park-related, and didn’t mention Indy’s audition again. As dinner went on you noticed Dieter getting more and more relaxed. He rested his hand on your thigh under the table as often as he could throughout the remainder of your meal and held your hand as you left the restaurant. It was like touching you, making sure you were there, helped to ground him.

While on your walk through the lobby and back toward the elevators you heard a familiar voice call out your name. Turning around you saw Indy waving as she and Sam walked towards you, arm in arm, and all smiles. 

“B!” Indy squealed, dropping Sam’s hand and skipping toward you to give you a big hug. 

“Hey Ind, you look like you had a good time,” you pulled back with a smirk, noticing how refreshed she looked.

“Very,” she gave you an up and down and then quickly glanced back over her shoulder to Dieter who greeted Sam with a handshake. “Looks like you did too huh?” She whispered, giggling when you gave her a quick nod.

“Ah, Indy! How was our trip?” Rhys asked as he came up behind you. 

“Great, Rhys. You seem in a good mood, what’s up?”

“Ah, actually, can I talk to you? Both of you?” He motioned toward the hallway.

“Uh, you’re being weird but ok,” she shrugged and followed behind him. 

Before you joined them, you turned around and gave Dieter a small smile as he waved goodbye with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

“What’s that all about?” Sam asked, taking his baseball cap off and turning it backward. 

“Rhys has an audition he wanted to talk to the girls about,” Liz shared, cluing Sam into the proposed adjustment to Indy’s shooting schedule to accommodate the audition.

“Oh, no shit? She’d be perfect for that, she’s totally going to get it,” he smiled. “Wait, and Belle gets to go with her too?” He cocked his head to look at Dieter, who was twisting his lips and looking down, playing with the hem of his shirt.

“Mhmm,” he nodded.

Sam narrowed his eyes, looking at Liz who shrugged her shoulders. He clapped a hand onto Dieter’s shoulder. “Hey man, I know you guys just started, hell we did too, but like, this is so good for her, for both of them. These types of opportunities don’t always come around.” 

“I know. She’s so talented,” Dieter mumbled. “I just want the best for her,” his eyes found Liz’s.

Sensing that there was more of a conversation that needed to be had and not wanting to intrude, Sam excused himself on account of wanting to take a shower and rest up for the next day of shooting.

“You ok Dee?” Liz put her arm around his shoulders, walking him towards a seating area in the back corner of the lobby. Dieter nodded, scratching the back of his head, twirling the ends of the curls resting on the nape of his neck with his fingers. The simple gesture made him think of Belle which brought a soft smile to his face. “Listen, don’t do what I think you’re going to do.”

Dieter crinkled his nose and scoffed as he looked at Liz, “What the fuck is that supposed to mean Lizzie?”

“It means you’re doing that self-sabotage shit, I can see it from a mile away. You know, for an actor, you do a real shit job of hiding your own emotions sometimes Dee,” she huffed as Dieter slightly winced at the comment. She took a deep breath before continuing, “Look, I’m sorry. That was harsh. I just … I can tell how special she is to you and the way she looks at you, that girl is in love. I’ve never seen anyone look at you like that before and know that it’s completely genuine and not forced,” she reached out to grab his hand. “This shoot was only going to last a few weeks, you both were eventually going to have to go back to the ‘real world’ you know.” She used air quotes to emphasize the last bit.

“I asked her to move in with me…” Dieter blurted out.

“Wait, what?”

He pressed his lips together, raising his eyebrows while nodding, “Yup. Just kind of … asked her…and we kind of said we loved each other. Ow!!” Dieter rubbed the back of his head where Liz smacked him.

“Dieter Bravo. I am so fucking annoyed with you right now!” Liz raised a palm up, silencing Dieter’s scoff so she could continue. “You are sitting here all mopey looking like someone just kicked your dog, meanwhile you and Belle are official?! And you asked her to move in with you? Why the fuck are you so sad and acting like you guys are about to break up?!”

“I just…I don’t know…I kind of had a plan going and this news of her just up and leaving for Toronto for who knows how long…maybe it’s the universe playing a cruel trick on me,” he shrugged. “The timing…I don’t know, it could be a sign that this isn’t meant to..”

“Stop it. Don’t do that.” She cut him off. “Look…we don’t have anything scheduled for you right now after this shoot, you said you wanted a break remember?” She raised her eyebrows waiting for confirmation. Upon seeing him nod she continued, “And what you are signed up for doesn’t start shooting anytime soon…and we’re out of award season.”

“So?”

“So did you ever think you could, I don’t know, go out and spend time in Toronto with her? You’re Dieter fucking Bravo, you could…I dunno…rent a house or something and live there for a few months, you've done crazier shit.”

Dieter shook his head, wide-eyed and in awe at how Liz could just see the right path so clearly when it was obscured from him. “I… I hadn’t thought about that, Lizzie.”

“Well, start thinking about it. But not too much, we have to see what happens first, right?” She smiled, patting his hand before getting up and walking away.

“Holy shit Rhys, are you serious?!” Indy jumped up and down, giving her agent the biggest hug. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner you ass!” She playfully punched him in the arm.

“Ow!” He rubbed his arm with a nervous laugh. “Well, I wanted to wait until I had everything sorted.”

“What happens with the shoot here? Am I getting written off? Is my character getting killed or something?” She started to spiral before Rhys put his hand up to signal he had more to share. 

“You’re not getting written out of anything. We’re adjusting the schedule so you’ll shoot a bunch over the next couple of days and then when you and Belle get back you’ll wrap up your last scenes. This thing hasn’t even been picked up yet so as long as there’s a few solid episodes in the can then we’re in good shape and we can always come back for reshoots,” he smiled. “Besides we were going to wrap this whole thing up in a couple of weeks anyway, now we’re just…speeding things up!” He clasped his hands together, with a hopeful look on his face as his eyes went back and forth between you and Indy.

“You’re being awfully quiet. What do you think?” Indy turned her attention to you, concern etched across her face as you realized you had been chewing on your thumb throughout their entire conversation.

“Hmm? I … um… I think this is great news Indy, you absolutely have to go for it,” you replied with a tight smile, knowing she could see straight through you. 

She narrowed her eyes, silently giving you the “we’re going to talk about this later” look before switching her focus back to Rhys, who was oblivious to your silent conversation. “Great, when do we leave?”

When Dieter got back to his room his first order of business was to change into something more comfortable. It was a bit of a ritual for him, whenever he started to feel down and like he was going to a dark place, he’d put on what he deemed his “sad uniform” so he could wallow in comfort. 

He threw on a striped pair of well-worn pajama pants and then reached for his tattered gray T-shirt. As he pulled it over his head, he caught Belle’s scent, which made him smile. He finished off with his green bathrobe, which really was more wearable blanket than a bathrobe. 

He didn’t want to assume that Belle would spend the night with him, but part of him wished she would. 

You should text her, see if she’s planning on coming by. No, that’s so needy. What if she and Indy wanted to talk things through or just … I don’t know, catch up. The world doesn’t revolve around you Bravo.

Frustrated with himself, he went to the kitchen, grabbed a box of cookies, and sat on the couch with his script. But that was a futile attempt, his mind was too wired as it thought about a bunch of different scenarios and possibilities for the future. Twirling his ring, an idea came to him. He got up and grabbed his tablet and sat back down to do some research.

“Ok, now that we’re alone…spill. What do you think?” Indy side-eyed you once the elevator doors closed and the cab began its assent.

You sighed, “Look, I absolutely…with all of my heart…want you to get this role, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit…I don’t know, bummed that it would mean we’d have to leave set early. I…fuck this feels so selfish to say…but I feel like things are picking up with Dieter and it kind of makes me nervous me to leave.”

“Because you think if you leave then it will be the end?” There was your straight shooter of a best friend. It was honestly a little freaky how it felt like she was inside of your brain sometimes.

“Yeah…like…maybe, this is going to sound dumb, but I can’t help but think that if there’s time where I’m not here, that maybe he’ll,” you shook your head, “maybe he’ll come to his senses and realize this is just some on-set fling and that’s it.” You crossed your arms in front of your chest, avoiding her gaze.

The silence was deafening.

“You don’t believe that, do you?” Indy asked in an even tone.

Looking up wide-eyed, you were a bit speechless. Twisting your mouth, you tugged your arms closer to your chest. “I guess not.”

“First of all, your feelings are your feelings. They aren’t dumb or selfish. Your past with fucking pencil dick Ryan sure as hell doesn’t help either,” she rolled her eyes, the mention of him left a bad taste in your mouth. “Look, I know you have feelings for Dieter and it’s so fucking obvious he’s head over heels for you too.”

“I told him I loved him,” you cut her off. 

She froze and stared back with wide eyes and her mouth agape.

“And he told me he loved me too. Actually, today he asked me if I wanted to go back to LA with him after this.”

The elevator dinged and the doors opened to your floor.

Indy was still a bit stunned, but as she stepped out of the elevator she turned to you. “Belle, you’re my best friend. I love you more than anything so please believe me when I say I’ve always had a good feeling about Dieter,” she put her hands on your shoulders, rubbing circles with her thumb. “Listen, I can go do the audition on my own. And when I get it, because I’m going to,” she winked with a smirk, “we can figure something out and you can stay here or-”

“No, I can’t do that to you.”

“Listen, let’s not make a decision right now. You should talk to him. See where his head is at. And then, whatever you decide to do, the two of you, know that I will support you no matter what. I love you.”

“I love you too, I don’t deserve you,” you reached out and hugged her tightly.

“Shut up, you deserve everything.” She pulled back with a smile. “Now, go talk to your man … or let your bodies do the talking,” she winked as she slapped your ass and started walking down the hallway.

“Ok, but let me grab something first.”

Dieter heard voices in the hallway, straining to try and make out who they belonged to. Indy’s laugh was undeniable and his stomach did a flip knowing that Belle was just outside. Walking up to his door, he rested his head against it as he heard the door to the girls’ suite close. Looking out the peephole and seeing nothing, he opened the door slightly and peeked his head out, confirming the hallway was vacant.

He shut the door and leaned his head against it with a sigh. He was trying not to spiral but he wondered how the conversation with Rhys and Indy went. And, more importantly, where Belle’s head was about the whole thing. The last thing he wanted to do was be the reason to hold her back from an opportunity. But he couldn’t help but want to be a little selfish, too. He’d been waiting for something like this, someone like her, for so long and he couldn’t bear to let it potentially slip away. Part of him worried if time away from him would make Belle see that he was as much of a fuck up as everyone said he was. Just another reminder of how his past was a permanent shadow on his present and future.

He had a taste for what love felt like, a love that was unconditional and without judgment; he was intoxicated by it in a way that excited him but scared him a little too. Shaking his head, he retreated to lie on the couch in the living room to think. Closing his eyes, he rested his forearm over his face effectively hiding from the world.

You checked your phone, hoping to see a message, but your heart sank a bit when all you saw were a couple of emails. Dieter’s mood had definitely changed with news of the audition and possible move to Toronto assuming everything went to Rhys’ plan. All you wanted to do was see Dieter and lose yourself in him, in his scent, and his touch. You craved him. You wanted the reassurance that everything was going to be ok.

Since Indy needed to take a shower and read through several additional scenes for the next day, you knew she’d be holed up in her room for the rest of the night. You plopped onto your bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking about what to do. 

With a huff, you pulled yourself up and walked over to your dresser where you spotted Dieter’s duffle on the ground. You grabbed it and started pulling items out of the drawers, hastily stuffing the bag before heading to the bathroom to grab a few things. Taking a deep breath you made your way out of the room and down the hallway to Dieter’s room, bag in hand.

Dieter was groggy, almost falling asleep which is why the knock at the door didn’t quite register at first; he thought he was dreaming. But after a couple of more forceful knocks, he reluctantly got off the couch. He figured Danny must have been stopping by to prep him on his schedule for tomorrow, even though the kid had already sent him about five emails and several text messages to confirm.

“What,” he muttered as he opened the door, not looking at who was on the other side of the door. 

“Uh…”

Dieter’s eyes widened seeing Belle standing before him holding his duffle bag. “Shit, s-sorry, I thought you were Danny.”

“Oh ah…sorry, I can go,” Belle looked down awkwardly, twisting her mouth in thought.

“No! I mean…no…sorry, I just…d’you wanna come in?” He opened the door a bit further, motioning for her to come inside.

He looked nervous, scratching the bottom of his chin and shifting a bit from side to side. You just wanted to hug him. So when he opened the door to let you in, you dropped the bag and crashed into his chest. You melted when you felt his arms come around you, gripping you … tight… like he hadn’t seen you in months when in reality it was about an hour.

The two of you stayed like this, as you settled back into the little bubble, your bubble, which always felt so safe. 

“I hadn’t heard from you,” Dieter murmured against the top of your head. “Figured you were busy or something.”

“No, I…well, we talked with Rhys and then I went back to my room and packed this,” you pulled back and nudged the duffle with your foot. 

Dieter winced a little bit, scratching the back of his head with his eyes fixed on the bag at his feet. “You bringing me back my clothes?” he softly asked, tugging at the belt of his robe.

“What? No. I…I brought mine.” You suddenly felt a bit silly, wishing you had thought this through more, but you had been in such a rush to see Dieter.

“Wait, you…” he bent down, picking up the bag by the handles and unzipping it. “You brought clothes? Like, you want to spend the night?” There he was giving you those puppy dog eyes.

“Yeah I mean … you have a drawer at my place, figured I could get a little space here. I’m … comfortable here. With you.” You gave him a tight smile.

Before you could realize what was happening, Dieter cupped your face with one hand, his lips crashing into yours as he closed the door behind you and started walking you further into the room before pulling back to look at you.

“You don’t know how hearing you say that makes me feel,” this time his smile reached his eyes. He reached down to grab both of your hands in his, bringing your knuckles up to his lips before pulling you in closer into a kiss.

“We have…stuff…we should…probably….talk about,” you managed to say between kisses.

“You’re right,” he sighed. “Here, let’s sit,” he led you towards the couch where he sat, legs spread wide as you faced him, one knee bent on the couch with your leg dangling off the side. “So…uh…how’d the talk go.”

“Good. Indy’s really excited,” you said with a tight smile. You breathed a little easier when you saw his eyes softened. 

“She’s going to get that role, you know,” he raised an eyebrow as he leaned forward, resting a hand on your knee.

“I know,” you chuckled. “She has her mind set so she’s definitely getting it.”

“So…ah…what’d you think you’re gonna do then?”

You sighed, trying to form your words. Meanwhile, Dieter was fidgeting with his ring, looking down. You were used to his nervous energy, but now he seemed…scared. And it tugged on your heartstrings. You took his hands in yours and his breath hitched as he looked up at you. “I want to go with her,” you said softly, wincing a little as he swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

“I want you to go with her too.”

“You do?” 

He furrowed his brows, “Of course I do. It’s a great opportunity for both of you. When something like this comes along you have to just … go for it,” he smiled. 

“I thought we’d have more time,” your words were barely a whisper.

Dieter took his hands from yours and reached up to gently cradle your face so you’d make eye contact with him. “Well, then we’ll have to make time. We’ll figure it out. I…want to figure it out, with you.” He leaned in for a kiss, a bit tentative at first. But his tongue swiped along your lower lip, asking for permission. As your lips parted, you couldn’t help your moan as he kissed you with more fervor. His lips trailed down your neck as you extended your head to the side to give him more real estate to explore. 

“We have more to talk about…” you exhaled.

He moved to lightly sucking and nipping along your neck, careful not to leave too permanent of a mark. You giggled as his stubble tickled you in the most delicious way. As he worked his way up toward your ear he stopped, his voice husky, “We do, but I don’t want to do that right now and I don’t think you do either.”

You let out a shaky breath as his hands traced the side of your body. “What do you have in mind then?” You managed to ask, a bit breathless as his hand stopped to cup your breast through the outside of your shirt.

“You.” He stilled, eyes trailing down looking at you through his eyelashes. 

Your breath hitched. He tilted his head to the side, his tongue wetting his lower lip, waiting for an answer. “Ah…uh…I take it you have something specific in mind then?” A nervous laugh escaped as he nodded into another kiss.

“I do, but I’m taking requests,” he smiled against your lips, setting off the butterflies in your stomach. Suddenly all of the anxiety and worry was gone and you wanted to stay in this moment for as long as you could. 

But, your mind was being, well, your mind, and it wasn’t shutting the fuck up. And it was going into overdrive as you wondered how the night was going to go. The insecurities of how inexperienced you were with sex reared its head at the most inopportune time. 

You knew Dieter had to have heard the wheels turning in your head. He pulled back, his forehead creased as his hands traced down your side before resting on your hips. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh ah…n-nothing, I…c’mere,” you grabbed behind his neck, trying to bring his lips to yours but he paused.

“Baby, what’d I do?” His hand cupped your face as his thumb rubbed your cheek. His thumb and forefinger softly forced your chin up to look at him. He closed his eyes and his shoulder dropped as he exhaled before opening them again. “I want you to feel comfortable asking for anything you want from me. Anything. Pretty sure you aren’t going to say anything that’s gonna shock me,” he laughed.

You twisted your lips in thought. “That’s what I’m nervous about,” your voice was small. 

“Wait. What? What did I-”

“I know you’re more experienced than me,” you cut him off. “And that’s ok, I’m not judging you for that. But I’d be lying if I said that it didn’t intimidate me. That you’ve fucked a lot of people. I just don’t want you to get bored or frustrated because I haven’t done as much as you.” You aren’t sure where this word vomit is coming from, but you’re annoyed at yourself for ruining the mood.

“Hey,” he ran his hands down your arms. “I’m not going to lie or try to minimize it. Have I had a lot of sex? Yeah. But do you know what was missing all of those years?” He maintained eye contact as you shook your head. “You. This. The way I felt last night, hell the way I felt the first time I ever kissed you. I’ve…never experienced this before. So, in a way, I’m exploring some new territory just like you are,” he gave you a soft smile. 

“That’s very sweet Dieter, I just don’t want you to get … I dunno bored.”

“Baby, I don’t think I could ever get tired of you,” he gave you a mischievous smirk as he pulled you into his lap, guiding you to straddle him. He gripped your hips tight as he pressed you closer, you could feel him starting to get hard as he kissed you again. A whimper escapes as you thread your fingers through his messy curls, rocking into him. “Tell me what you want,” he said against your lips.

“I…um,” you bit your lip, while he pressed his forehead to yours. “I…” You trailed off, whimpering as his fingers slid underneath the waistband of your shorts.

“Words, baby, tell me. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

You tugged on his hair to pull his head back so you could look at him. Both of you were breathless, gazes locked in. There was so much you wanted to say but all you wanted right now was to feel him. 

“Dieter, c-can you,” you shook your head, a bit embarrassed. “I …. I loved last night. It was honestly the best sex I’d ever had,” you smirked as a smug smile came across his face, “it was soft and romantic. I didn’t think I’d ever … um … experience that. You made me feel so … good … and I want you to feel good too. So, do whatever you want, I trust you.” You twirled the curls at the nape of his neck.

He closed his eyes and a shaky breath escaped. “Seeing you enjoy yourself gets me off more than you know.”

“Well, then show me some new ways to enjoy myself then.” The words escaped before you realized what you were saying. You would have never in a million years thought you'd say something like that but, again, he's awoken something in you.

“Yeah?” He looked to you for confirmation so you nodded. “Tell me if you want to stop or if something hurts, yeah?”

Your mouth went dry and all you could do was nod. He gave you a look and you finally squeaked out an “I promise.”

“I can’t guarantee how long this is going to last,” he laughed, “but I’m going to make you feel good. Here, up,” He tapped your ass for you to get up. 

As he led you back toward his bedroom, you swallowed hard, salivating at the thought of him losing himself in you.

“Ok, on your hands and knees,” one of his large hands trailed down your back, sending shivers up your spine. Your eyes quickly ran down his body, noting how his pants tented, a little wet spot starting to grow. He helped you pull your shorts and underwear down and your shirt off and pressed kisses along every inch of you before you turned around and took your place on the bed. You were nervous about how exposed you were, but it was short-lived as you heard Dieter take his clothes.

“You look so pretty.”

You felt his hand wrap around your hip, as the bed dipped. You braced for him to enter you, craving that fullness again. Instead, you were caught a bit off guard when you felt his lips kissing down your spine, his stubble scratching against your skin. You kept expecting him to stop, to grip your hips with both hands, but he still hadn’t. 

He kissed further and further down, past your waist now, and was still heading down. He lightly pressed his hand onto your back so your chest met the mattress, your ass sitting higher. “You’re so fucking pretty,” his lips pressed into your skin as he moves down to your ass. One hand kneaded the flesh while he lightly nipped at you, causing you to yelp.

And then you felt it, his tongue licking a slow stripe up your folds, except he kept going. You flinched as his tongue came to circle your tight ring of muscle, a place no one has ever touched you. 

He pulled away immediately, waiting a beat to see if you would say something. “Is this ok?” He pressed soft kisses along your waist.

You nodded, turning your head to look back at him. He braced himself up onto both hands tilting his head to gauge your expression. “Y-yeah, sorry I just wasn’t expecting that is all.”

“Has anyone ever done this to you before?”

“No,” your voice shaky. 

He bit his lip and then kissed your hip. “Don’t worry, I’m just going to play using my mouth for a bit to see if you like it. That ok?”

“Y-yeah, but I don't know if I'm ready for-”

“Shh. Just relax. This is all I'm planning on doing with your ass for right now. But if you don't like it, I have other things I can move on to,” he smirked.

You managed a shaky “ok” and tried to stave off the insecurities that had only temporarily been stalled. Being face down and ass up was definitely new territory for you and you couldn't help but wonder if maybe you should have taken a showe- oh, oh. This felt … different. But a good different. You actually kinda liked it, and based on the guttural sounds coming from Dieter it appeared he was enjoying himself too. 

“This ok?” He was a bit out of breath, panting slightly as he awaited your response. 

“Yeah, it's so go- ahh.”

Before you could finish Dieter was back with more enthusiasm. You gripped the sheets, whimpering as he continued to flick his tongue around until he breached you. That's when you really arched your ass into him and let out a loud moan.

“Fuck, Dee, I…”

He slipped his fingers through your folds and into your pussy which was dripping at this point. These sensations were deliciously overwhelming until he abruptly stopped.

“Nah. Flip around, I wanna see your pretty face when I fuck you.”

Before you could turn onto your back, Dieter’s hands came to your hips as he twisted you around. You fell onto the bed in a fit of giggles. Hearing him laugh was music to your ears and seeing him enjoying himself made you feel so warm. 

He continued to praise you for how beautiful you looked and how the sounds you made were turning him on. You’d been craving him inside you again and he was not disappointing. He coupled his hips snapping against you with his incessant but insanely dirty talk. You could feel yourself clenching him as he picked up the pace and it wasn’t long before you were letting go, pleasure washing over you in waves. Dieter wasn’t too far behind before he collapsed on top of you, both of you panting.

You threaded your hands through his hair, twisting his curls, feeling his sweaty forehead against your chest as he caught his breath. He went to move off of you, but you gripped his shoulders. “Stay, I just want to feel you here, please.”

He moved his face up to look at you, a smile starting to spread across his face. “Baby, I’m going to crush you.”

“No,” you pouted. “You’re like a warm blanket, stay just a bit longer, please,” you wrapped your legs around his waist crossing your ankles behind the small of his back.

“Well, who am I to deny a beautiful woman’s demands,” he winked before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

You both lay there for a few moments, it felt like your breaths had synced up. As much as you wanted to fall asleep with your Dieter blanket, you were actually starting to feel like you couldn’t breathe. 

“Ok, I gotta go to the bathroom,” you unlocked your ankles and tapped him on the shoulder. He chuckled as he rolled off of you, laying on his side as he watched you retreat into the bathroom.

When you emerged a few moments later, he was under the covers. He lifted them so you could snuggle in beside him, which you were eager to do. You settled into the crook of his arm, resting your head on his chest.

“You sure that was ok?” He asked as his hand lightly traced up and down your arm.

“More than ok, it was,” you yawned. “Amazing.”

“I agree, you’re amazing.” He looked down and saw your eyes closed as you softly breathed. He smiled to himself, wishing he could live in the moment for the rest of his days.

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[howlyourmelancholy]

Like A Virgin

summary: she was a virgin. and he wasn't. sirius have a reputation. oh, merlin, did he had a reputation.

pairing: young!sirius x ofc (Emalia)

warnings: loss of virginity. fingering. oral (fem receiving). heavy making-out. unprotected sex. multiple orgasms.

words: 7.8k

a/n: emalia is my own original character. please keep in mind that these characters are portrayed at sixteen years old, the age of consent in my country. this got away from me and ended up a bit longer than intended. i hope you enjoy!

It was just past midday when the rumble of a motorcycle disturbed the peace of the day. It was an out-of-the-ordinary sound for the neighbourhood, one that enticed people to open their doors or peek through windows to investigate with judgmental stares. Emalia smiled to herself, knowing precisely who it was that had come visiting, and made her way downstairs.

Sirius Black.

He knocked, and she opened the door without hesitation. With a single brow lofted and arms crossed against her chest, she leaned against the door frame, preventing him from entering. Emalia peered up at him with a patient and playful gleam in her soft blue eyes.

"Hey, Ema." He had a voice like melted chocolate, all smooth, deep, and delectable, even when he wasn't intending it to be. His charisma was effortless and magnetic. But if she wasn't mistaken, he sounded a little bit sheepish, almost as though he was apologetic for not having called ahead. It hadn't bothered her. His presence was unexpected, but not unwelcome.

"Get this: James and Lily are on a date." She nodded, indicating she had already known. There wasn't much she and Lily didn't share given that they were best friends, and it was to be expected that the redhead had told her about their upcoming date. "And Peter and Remus are busy with 'family affairs', whatever that means."

She cracked a smile but didn't say anything. She just continued smiling sweetly and patiently up at him, still not making a move to allow him inside. He either didn't notice or didn't care because he went on.

"I am bored out of my skull at home, and I figured you were free and that I'd come around. So, can I come in?"

There it was, the reason for his out-of-the-blue visit—he was bored.

This wasn't surprising to hear. Sirius was a social creature; he liked being around others and was only alone when it suited him. It hadn't even bothered her that he would assume she was free and come over unannounced. After what happened last year, when her mother passed away and she struggled to come to terms with it, she and Sirius had grown closer.

He had become a constant presence in her life, where once he had just been Remus' friend. But he had been there, impulsive and reckless, when she pushed everyone away. He helped drive away her sorrows with his silly jokes and ridiculous behaviour, and he was there to comfort her when it became too much to handle. She'd lost count of how many times he had held her as she cried.

"Of course you can, Sirius. I just wanted to see how long you'd wait to ask," she said with a laugh. The sound was light and carefree, unlike anything she had done a year ago. She stepped aside to make room for him to pass, and she closed the door when he had done so. Her father, Alberic, wasn't home, but he knew Sirius well enough that she didn't think he would be bothered by the visit.

"I was just getting ready, actually. Lily and I are going to a high tea after their date." Emalia made certain the door was locked before turning back to him and motioning for him to follow her.

"So, a tea party." Sirius joked as he followed her upstairs. She could hear the smile in his voice and imagined the way his eyes crinkled at the corners as he teased her.

"No. It's a high tea. You know what that is, Sirius."

"A fancy tea party then." He went on as he took a seat at the end of her bed. Emalia was seated in front of a vanity; it was matte black with a large mirror and looked out of place in her bedroom. He wondered, just for a moment, if it had belonged to her mother. "Besides, you look pretty much ready to me."

"I need to finish my hair, then put on my heels, and I haven't decided what perfume to wear, so I'm not really. You'll just have to sit and watch, won't you?"

He laughed at her playful banter and watched her reflection in the mirror. Her expression was serious as she pulled a brush through her raven-black hair without too much difficulty. Every now and then, he saw the corner of her mouth twist in discomfort as she worked a knot loose.

After a few minutes, maybe five or so, he started counting the strokes, and when he reached thirty, he chuckled. It was a deep sound, reverberating from the middle of his chest. Emalia stopped and was staring towards the mirror, brush still held in hand, brows drawn together in confusion.

"What?"

"Nothing. It's just that I've watched you brush your hair about thirty times now. I think you're done, Ema."

He saw the worried expression soften in the mirror and cracked a small smile.

"I'll only be a few more minutes, then I'll give you some attention, Pads."

"You know, I'm pretty sure I could run my fingers through your hair and it wouldn't get tangled; you've brushed it that much."

It was this comment that made her thoughts pause as she looked over her shoulder at him. If it had been any other woman, he would have thought the look she gave him was purposely seductive, but not Ema; no, she wasn't that kind of person. But maybe he was mistaken because the way she was smiling at him made him swallow hard.

"If I didn't know any better, I would think you're flirting with me, Mister Black. Maybe even trying to seduce me." Her tone was soft, like a whisper, as she gave him a playful wink. It wasn't unusual for them to poke fun at each other; the occasional flirty comment or sarcastic remark that might have led to hurt feelings if they hadn't been so close. Emalia wasn't a flirt like him, though he knew she had had boyfriends in the past.

But knowing that didn't stop his thoughts from racing to a hundred different scenarios.

"And if I was?" He replied with a sudden seriousness in his deep voice.

Emalia didn't need to see him to hear the challenge in his words. Her face flushed a soft pink, and she quickly looked away, but he saw it in the mirror's reflection.

"Is it working?"

She didn't answer; she couldn't find her voice to do so.

Sure, she had thought about him that way; she had fantasised about how his hands would feel on her body, touching her and pleasuring her, his fingers wrapped in the heat of her core. She had even touched herself on more than one occasion, imagining it was him. His name was often a heaven's prayer on her lips as pleasure swept through her body, leaving her breathless and wanting more. But those thoughts had been buried deep down, hidden alongside the ones about Remus.

He was her friend; they all were—as thick as thieves, James would always say. Emalia had never been willing to risk their incredible friendship for anything. Not love, not sex, not anything. But she would have been lying if she said she wasn't tempted.

With a gentle sigh, she placed the brush down and tucked a few loose strands of hair behind her ear. She laughed softly and shook her head. He was teasing her again. He always did this.

"You are a dork, Sirius." The words came out halfheartedly as she stood and took a step towards the wardrobe. But he caught her by the wrist before she had taken even two steps and pulled her back towards him.

Surprised by this, she stumbled around, only to have him catch her.

It all happened so fast.

One moment she was standing, and the next she was practically straddling his lap. Her hands were on his shoulders now, clutching at him for balance, a knee resting on the mattress beside his thigh. His hands had settled on the swell of her hips, firm, warm, and strong. And then, without warning, he shifted, pulled her down onto the mattress, and held her there.

Emalia made a startled squeak but otherwise didn't resist him. She was too surprised by his bold behaviour to protest. And, if she were to be honest with herself, she had fantasised about situations exactly like this a few too many times before. She had imagined how his body would feel nestled between her thighs, what he would do when she was naked beneath him, and how he would kiss her, touch her, and love her.

One of his arms was around the small of her back, the other propping him up on an elbow. She was staring up at him with wide eyes, her lips slightly parted, and her fingertips digging into his shoulders as he hovered over her like some falling shadow.

Sirius was between her legs, making her skirt ride up her thighs, and he was breathing deeply, evenly, and calmly. His breath was washing over her mouth and nose like sickly sweet rum—it made her head swim.

"Is it working?" He repeated the question, his voice dropping an octave so that a shiver ran down her spine. Emalia still couldn't find her voice to answer him; she couldn't stop her heart from going into overdrive or the moisture pooling at her core.

His denim trousers rubbed against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs as she shifted beneath him. The ends of his long, inky black hair tickled her cheeks as he stared down at her. She could feel him staring at her, watching her, waiting for an answer.

Her tongue slipped out from behind her teeth to slowly lick her lips. He watched this with a smirk and enjoyed when she chewed nervously on her lower lip. Her chest was rising and falling, brushing against his each time, and her ebony hair was sprawled around her on the bed like the night sky.

"That depends." Emalia finally answered, her voice barely a whisper.

She couldn't deny her feelings. She wanted this—she wanted him.

Sirius leaned closer, pressing more firmly against her, stroking his nose softly against hers.

"Hrm?"

"Are you going to kiss me or not?"

He didn't answer, not verbally.

Instead, he kissed her, as was requested of him. His lips touched hers gently at first, soft and warm, moving slowly and testing the waters, but when she released the breath she had been holding and kissed him back, it was game on.

Sirius deepened the kiss, chasing her taste. Vanilla. He could taste it on her lips. Her lip gloss tasted like vanilla and sweet almonds. It was a delicious combination, and he found that he couldn't get enough of it.

He had plenty of experience in these situations and was deep in his element, so he took the lead without question. He parted his lips and swept his tongue against her plump lower lip, requesting permission. This made her head swim and made her moan softly into the kiss. Emalia parted her lips, then his tongue delved into her mouth without hesitation. He tasted like cigarette smoke and danger, pure rebellion, drowning her senses in him.

She moaned again, louder this time. Emalia shifted beneath him to wrap an arm around the back of his neck and pull him closer. His fingers trailed fire across her back as he pulled his arm from beneath her and spread it along her ribs. Sirius pushed against her, rolling his hips against hers, his arousal evident, straining against his jeans.

His mouth was making her delirious, and her head was swimming with pleasure because of it. Sirius was like fire, scorching her skin with his touch and searing her mind with his gentleness. And she was like putty in his hands—inexperienced, innocent, and all too willing to learn.

His hand trailed up her body, from her hip to her ribs, before settling over a breast that was just a little bit too big to fit in his palm. He could feel her nipple through her clothes, hardening as he ran his thumb against it. It was begging to be freed, begging to be sucked.

Emalia said his name in a quiet plea when the kiss was broken for a much-needed breath. He kissed her from her chin to her neck, stopping to suck here and there, leaving little red marks in his wake. She was writhing beneath him, pushing her hips against his, pushing her breast into his hand.

She still had an arm around his neck, and now the other had a fistful of his hair. Her fingers were buried deep in his thick locks, and she tugged on them roughly, making him growl as she dragged his mouth back to hers. Emalia was breathing heavier now, faster and harder, and her knickers were wet with excitement as their tongues touched and twirled together.

Sirius drew her lip between his teeth, biting it gently, and gave her breast a firm squeeze before moving his hand down her body. He enjoyed the way she writhed beneath him, how she kissed him with urgency, and how she moaned his name each time he did something new.

His hand reached her thigh, which was now curled against his hip. And then it drifted back up, beneath her skirt this time. Her skin was soft and warm to the touch and prickled with goosebumps. His fingers found the band of her knickers, curled around the cotton fabric, and tugged them down.

It was then that Emalia made a noise. The sound was somewhere between protest and panic. Her hand left his hair and found his beneath her skirt. Small fingers encircled his wrist and held tightly to halt his explorations. He could have kept going—he knew that, she knew that, but he was as still as stone.

She was panting and staring up with lust-filled eyes that were wide with uncertainty once again. The last virgin of their group—even Peter had finally gotten some now that he was dating that pretty Ravenclaw girl he was so keen on. This thought made him smile. She was so eager but so unsure.

"We should go out first. To dinner or something."

Her words were like a sledgehammer shattering a panel of glass—sudden and unexpected. Sirius was struck silent for a moment before the corner of his mouth pulled into a smirk. So she wanted to be wooed first. He could do that.

He kissed her without warning. Hard, slowly, thoroughly, just because he could. It made her moan and made her toes curl.

"Yeah, let's do that."

"Sirius."

"Emalia."

The warning in her tone had him grinning from ear to ear—not that she could see it, but she could certainly hear it in the sound of his laugh. Emalia shuffled along with an arm outstretched, feeling the way while he crowded behind her, his chest brushing against her back as he kept her eyes hidden behind his hands.

"I’m serious," she warned him again, this time trying to escape him. He'd blindfolded her the moment they arrived, his large hands covering her eyes, intent on not letting her ruin the surprise. Sirius hadn't told her when he would take her on a date, where he'd take her, or any other details.

And then one night he sent her a message, instructing her to dress nice and be ready by seven. Normally, she would have resisted his dominance and rebelled against his authority. But this time it made butterflies fill her stomach, making her nervous and excited, so that she had to squeeze her thighs shut to fight the ache between them.

He’d dressed nice—casual but nice. Dark denim jeans and big black combat boots. He had a leather jacket over a simple white tee and rings on at least half a dozen of his fingers. Emalia hadn't been able to hide the way her eyes moved up and down his body, taking in every detail of him, or the flush that had crept into her face when he caught her staring.

He had been equally transfixed when she opened the door. Her long ebony hair hung in loose curls down her shoulders, falling over a black blouse that was tucked into a red floral skirt, but his gaze remained on her feet. Six-inch heels, studded and strappy, towering, impossible to walk in, or so he thought.

Escaping him proved to be impossible. Sirius wrapped an arm around her waist—a tight band of muscles—as he lifted her, making her shriek in surprise. "No, you’re Ema. I’m Sirius." He chortled in response, and she could hear the tease in his words and feel the laughter vibrating through his chest and against her back. "Now behave; we’re almost there."

She was laughing in spite of how he carried her as though she weighed nothing, unhindered by the way she wriggled in his grasp. "Put me down, you buffoon!"

He didn't, not until they reached the entrance. He held onto her as her heels sank into the snow, keeping a hand on her hip and her back pressed against his chest.

He watched her face as she stared in awe at the winter wonderland before them. The ice rink had been decorated with wreaths of twinkling lights and fresh snow, and the ice was beautifully illuminated by those very same lights along with the moonlight glow. There were a couple of booths selling snow cones, hot chocolate, and other treats. There was a distinct chill in the air.

Emalia looked at him over her shoulder with a sweet smile on her lips. The lights reflected in her soft blue eyes in a way that stole the breath from his lungs. "Sirius, this is so lovely."

He frowned. "But?"

"I can’t skate very well," she admitted quietly, not wanting to ruin his surprise. "Or at all, actually."

He grinned in response, his shoulders dropping as the tension bled out of them, and suddenly he could breathe again. Sirius narrowed his eyes playfully. "It’s alright, angel. I’ll show you." His arm snaked around her waist again, his palm pressing firmly against her stomach, fingers splayed possessively, the warmth of his palm penetrating straight to her core as he pulled her tight against him. "Besides, it gives me a reason to hold you like this."

"Oh, you need an excuse for that, hrm?"

"A reason. You give me plenty of those," he mused with a hum, his mouth ghosting over hers, swallowing the little gasp of surprise. She tasted like vanilla again, her soft pink lips parting under the dominance of his. Her eyes, his eyes, drifted shut. Her tongue slipped past her own lips to lick his lower one, softly and shyly, asking for or giving permission; he couldn't figure out which because his head was swimming.

It was only the shriek of someone falling on the ice that pulled them from the moment and reminded her that they were standing somewhere very public. Sirius noticed that her eyes were glossy when they opened, but she smiled at him sweetly and innocently, as though she had no idea what effect she had on him. Emalia tangled her fingers with his, enjoying the warmth of them wrapped around hers, which were cold as ice.

Sirius had always run hot like a furnace, the heat of him seemingly clinging to the air, chasing away the cold. She noticed that his fingers were calloused, just a little bit, probably from years of holding a bat and beating bludgers away from his teammates.

He didn’t object as she tugged him to the booth where they could rent their skates. He enjoyed the way she acted so bossy, calm, and confident while making small talk with the man attending the booth. Sirius laughed when she got her skates, a size seven, and Emalia retaliated by smacking the back of her hand against his chest.

Her shoe size shouldn’t have been surprising, and really, it wasn’t. It amused him that she wore such a small size in comparison to his ten and a half. Sirius was taller than her, which was an understatement, to say the least. If Emalia hadn’t been wearing those heels, he’d have been a foot taller than her, maybe more.

She was small, delicate, and fucking smart-mouthed.

Emalia watched how Sirius laced his skates, his fingers plucking at the laces with practised movements, no doubt from how often he’d had to lace up those combat boots. She followed his movements, pulling them tight around her ankles, making sure they were supported and that she wasn’t about to end up with a broken bone. And then she was following him to the rink, leaving behind her heels beside his boots, the sight of them drawing a chuckle from him that had her shooting him a warning glare.

Sirius marvelled at how she could walk in the skates with utter confidence, perched on them like a ballerina, until she stepped onto the ice. Then she was the polar opposite. Emaila stumbled and shivered from both the cold and nervousness, her expression one of tight-lipped concentration. She clutched at the railing, her arms shaking as she managed to catch herself when she slipped.

She didn’t talk to him. Didn’t even look at him. Instead, she was staring at her feet as she edged her way around the rink once, twice, and a third time.

Sirius was the complete opposite.

He moved with confidence and a natural swagger. The wind whipped at his hair as he whizzed past her, weaving in and out of the crowd, somehow avoiding colliding with them even though his attention was entirely on her. At times, he wasn’t even watching where he was going. After a while, he grew tired of watching.

Sirius skated towards her quickly, turning his skates at the last minute and finishing with a hockey stop, covering her legs in a spray of ice flakes. "You dog!" Emalia shouted with a glare, which only made the young man grin.

"What?" he barked out with a laugh, watching as she brushed the ice from her skirt, almost falling while doing so. "I needed to get your attention somehow. You seem pretty intent on that railing; should I be jealous?"

Emalia sneered at him. "That’s because someone took me to an ice skating rink. And as I recall, I've already told you I don't know how to skate."

"Here, let me show you," Sirius said, holding out a hand.

"I’m quite happy right here," she replied indignantly.

"Don’t you trust me?"

"Not on your life!"

That wasn’t entirely true. Emalia did trust him. She trusted that he would hold her close, that his hands would wander her body, and that his lips would steal the breath from her lungs. She trusted that he would tease her and keep her safe, but she didn’t trust him not to let her fall and be covered in snow and ice shavings as a joke.

Sirius drifted closer, not taking no for an answer. He caged her between his arms, his chest pressing firmly into her back, forcing her against the railing to prevent an escape. The warmth of him was immediate; it made her head spin and made her dizzy. She found herself leaning into him to chase away the cold.

He pried her small fingers from the railing one at a time, laughing against her shoulder, his warm breath wafting against her neck, making her shiver and squeeze her thighs together. She swatted at his hands, huffed out warnings and threats between laughs, and pushed against the rail and into his chest to create space for an escape. It was only as she moved to turn, stumbling as a skate slipped out from beneath her, that she gave up the fight.

Sirius caught her around the waist, an arm around the small of her back, the opposite hand grabbing her hip. He was laughing, and so was she, as he hauled her back to her feet. "Trust me, angel. I won’t let you fall."

She made a sound that was unladylike, indignant, and very unbelieving. Emalia held his forearms tightly, her manicured nails digging in, so he felt the pressure through the sleeves of his jacket. Sirius just grinned through it.

"Don’t look down," he instructed, his tone gentle as he moved slowly backward with just a little bit of momentum. "Watch me, Ema, and keep your back straight. If you tilt forward, your balance will be off." Sirius held her forearms firmly, staying about a foot away to avoid their skates coming together.

He towed her along slowly, encouraging her to match his stride and move with the opposite foot each time he moved. He praised her when she got it right, earning himself a coy little smile and her cheeks flushing a pretty pale pink. And when she stumbled, he caught her, soothing her and telling her it was alright.

They were both silent for a while. Emalia concentrated on her footwork, her hold on him tightening a few times when she stumbled before finding a rhythm that worked for her.

"You know," she said softly, still staring down at her feet while struggling to keep her balance. Sirius captured her chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilted her face up. For a moment, she stared at him with pretty doe eyes, curious, nervous, and wanting. She licked her lips. "I don’t think I ever thanked you."

His brow furrowed. "For what?"

And he generally couldn’t think of what she might be thanking him for. He thought it was plain as day that he was enjoying himself on this date. Emalia was pleasant company—polite and sweet, undeniably sassy and smart-mouthed, which he found amusing.

It wasn't that he'd never considered dating her. She was an attractive young woman and had had her fair share of boyfriends and would-be suitors. But Sirius had made it a general rule to steer clear of his friends', the important ones anyway.

"I don't know," she laughed, her gaze wavering from his for a second before returning. The smile on her mouth was sweet but sad, and it plucked at the strings of his heart. He hadn’t seen that smile in a while, not since her mother had passed away and she’d tried to put on a brave face for the world. He hated it as much now as he did then.

"For everything you do. I don’t think I ever thanked you, Sirius. You stuck around even after I said those terrible things. Even when I pushed all of you away. Everything was so heavy, and you shouldered so much for me, and I don’t remember saying thank you. Or apologising."

"You were grieving, angel. You've got a free pass to be a little bitchy," he said, his hand moving to her hair and stroked it. He let the silken strands run through his fingers, marvelling over how, as he predicted, he could run them through her hair without it getting tangled. He smiled at her, gentle and reassuring. "Besides, that’s what friends are for, right? Staying around when things go to hell."

His words warmed her heart and plunged a knife into it at the same time.

Emalia was grateful to have him as a dear friend. She was so completely appreciative of everything he had done for her, how he had helped her and her family. He’d been so kind to her mother while she was confined to the hospital, lifting her spirits and making her laugh every time the doctors had bad news. But in that moment, she didn’t want a friend; she wanted more.

She was the one who moved first.

Her hands moved to his shoulders, and her lips melded against his, plump and warm, clumsy and desperate. The sound of their skates clacking together erupted between them as he hauled her closer to deepen the kiss.

His fingers burrowed deep in her hair, his cold nose gliding against hers as he tilted her head back, giving himself better access to her parting lips. The other hand held her hip, fingers pressing in firmly, feeling her curves. They were warm, spreading fire through her blood as it rushed through her veins, igniting an ache that spread from her belly and down into her hips.

The world had fallen away until it was just the two of them, clinging together like star-crossed lovers. They drifted gently on the ice, carried by his confident skill. Sirius felt her tremble against him, leaning desperately into his kiss. Her hands glided up his body, burrowing into the thicket of tresses at the back of his neck, drawing him in deeper, and he was lost in her—the smell of her shampoo, the taste of her chapstick—utterly and hopelessly lost.

He pressed his palm into the small of her back, bringing her flush against him, the other clutching at the back of her head to control their kiss. His teeth nipped at her lower lip and sucked it between his lips, and she couldn’t help but whimper.

It was that sound that brought the night careening back to reality.

Sirius pulled away, his chest heaving with heavy breaths. He kept her close, kept his hand in her hair, and kept his lips brushing against her. Their eyes half-opened and met. His hand stroked down her back, feeling her shivering, hearing her whimper, and feeling her lips open against his mouth for another needy kiss that he happily obliged in giving her.

"Sirius." Her voice was shaking, barely a whisper above the conversations around them. He felt her words rather than heard them. He bit back a groan when she bit his lip. "Take me home."

The two of them arrived on the porch of her family’s estate in record time. Her back slammed against the mahogany door as he pinned her to it, the force enough to make the hinges rattle. Emalia gasped into his mouth, caught off guard as a whisper of pain shot up her spine, only to be forgotten a second later when his hands splayed possessively at her hips.

She buried her fingers in his hair, taking a fistful to hold his mouth to hers, making him growl as his scalp was tinged with a pleasurable sort of pain. Sirius felt her nails scraping at his shirt, clawing their way down his chest before curling around his belt. With his hand hooked under the bend of her knee, he hitched her leg over the curve of his hip, allowing himself to paint his body firmly against hers.

His hips trudged against hers, strong, dominant, and rough; his cock was already hard and straining in his jeans, and she couldn’t help but use the hold of his belt to pull him closer. Emalia kissed him desperately and deliriously, her lips parting to welcome his tongue into the warmth of her mouth as he started to work his hands beneath her skirt.

Her legs turned to jelly when he took her arse in his hands, squeezing it as he ground his hips against hers so that she could feel his erection through the layers of their clothes. And then she was pushing his hands away so that she could turn towards the door.

Sirius did not stop as she fumbled with the doorknob.

"You taste so sweet," he said, his voice gravelly with lust. Sirius’ lips were warm as he kissed her neck, leaving little wisps of fire licking at her skin as he sank his pearly whites into the junction of her shoulder just hard enough to elicit a little gasp.

"Inside," she managed to gasp out, her voice trembling, "we need to get inside." Sirius silenced her with a kiss, their teeth knocking awkwardly together because of the angle, but neither minded. Emalia arched her back instinctively to allow their lips better contact, desperate to taste more of him, her arse pressing hard against his aching cock.

His hands found their way beneath her blouse, palms rough and like molten lava against her skin. He was pleasantly surprised to discover her bra unclasped at the front. He made quick work of it, her breasts freed to his wandering hands. Sirius cupped the weight of them in his palms, enjoying their soft warmth and the way her nipples hardened into peaks when he rolled them between his fingers.

It was a miracle Emalia got the door opened before they started stripping. Together, they tumbled inside—a tangle of limbs, heavy breaths, and hot kisses. It was followed by fumbling up the stairs when the kissing didn’t stop, and then they were naked on her bed and the nervousness was bleeding back into her veins.

Emalia watched him undress and, for a moment, was utterly terrified of how badly this was going to hurt. Especially with how... big he was.

And it all came racing back to her.

She was a virgin.

And he wasn’t.

Sirius had a reputation. Oh, Merlin, did he have a reputation.

Emalia had heard their schoolmates whispering about him in the back of the library. The girls talked about the delicious stretch of his fingers when he was fingering them. Or the wickedness of his mouth and how they could taste themselves on his tongue after he had gone down on them.

And it was those same girls who talked about his size—how he was above average with an impressive girth that sometimes made it uncomfortable for a few days after being with him.

She had heard the rumours; some nights he was soft and sweet, gently rocking his hips until his lover climaxed with a soft moan. Other nights, he was wild and untamed, rutting into them from behind until they couldn’t think straight.

And knowing all of this made her incredibly nervous. It made her heart stammer in her chest so hard that it might break through her breastbone, but it did not make her stop him when he started to move down her body.

"Is this okay?" Sirius whispered against her neck, his breath balmy against her sweat-slicked skin. His stormy eyes had closed, and his lips skimmed over her racing pulse and to the hollow of her throat. He took her hips into his hands, his fingertips biting into her skin just a little too much as he waited for her answer. She could feel his cock pressing against her thigh, feel how hard and big he was, and shuddered with anticipation. 

Emalia whimpered in response and nodded in approval. Sirius was magnetic, and she found she could not deny him. He was fire—chaotic and beautiful—and she was a moth to his flame.

Sirius nipped at her racing pulse, making her gasp out loud. He immediately laved his tongue over the hickey to take the sting from it. The delicious combination of pleasure and pain had her mind blurry with lust and her core clenching.

She felt so vulnerable, like he was going to eat her alive.

And she wanted desperately to satisfy his hunger.

Sirius took his time, as though he had all night for the young woman beneath him. He took one of her hardened nipples into his warm, wet mouth and sucked on it, swirling his tongue around it.

"Sirius," she whined his name when he switched breasts, this time taking her nipple between his teeth and tugging on it just enough to entice her to arch her back from the mattress.

He chuckled when she whined again. "Patience, baby." He hummed while kissing a trail of fire down her belly. He took the time to admire the rise and fall of her chest as her breath came faster, how she moved restlessly beneath his mouth, and how her pussy glistened with obvious arousal.

Sirius placed a kiss against her hips and then on the inside of her thigh, so close and yet still so far from her core, making her breath hitch. He kissed and nibbled until she was writhing beneath his mouth, trying desperately to get him where she wanted.

And then he smeared his tongue against her pussy, tasting the sweet nectar of her essence and letting it slide down the back of his throat like a fine wine. Her body quivered beneath him, and his name escaped her in a breathless moan.

Sirius couldn’t explain what it was—either inexperience or curiosity—but virgins were so quick to get wet. They tasted different on his tongue—innocent and sweet. And she was no exception. 

Her nerves cracked and popped like lightning as his tongue circled her clit, making her hips buck up. He could feel her heart racing beneath his palms; her nipples hard beneath the touch of his fingers as he caressed them down her body, memorising the feel of her skin until he found her wet heat.

She made this sound—a little gasp of pleasure—that sent arousal rocketing through his veins and straight to his cock when he pushed a finger into her tight pussy. His fingers were thicker than hers, larger and longer, reaching deep and rubbing against all of her nerves.

Emalia grabbed a fistful of his hair to hold his mouth against her when her hips bucked, pushing her pussy against his mouth when he began moving his finger. The stubble on his jaw scratched beautifully at the inside of her thighs as they tightened around his head, trapping him there when he added a second finger, stretching her more.

She came without warning, her walls clamping tight around him and her hips rising from the mattress as the world shattered into sweet oblivion. Sirius kept his lips encircled around her clit, sucking and fingering her through the climax as crystal shards of pleasure shot through her entire being. It felt like a bolt of white-hot lightning had scored her soul and set her world ablaze.

Emalia had touched herself before. She was no stranger to pleasure; she had kissed young men other than Sirius and gotten handsy with them. She’d had cum countless times with her fingers or the toys in her nightstand. But this was like nothing else.

Sirius was the son of the devil, with the face of an angel.

Her walls continued to flutter as she came back to earth with her head swimming and her thighs trembling. He withdrew his fingers to lick them clean. Sirius climbed the length of her body slowly, his lips leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses from her clit, up her belly, and between the valley of her breasts until she was tasting herself on his tongue.

She stroked his dark locks as he positioned himself between her thighs, their tongues twisting and twirling together in a delicious dance of dominance. He won, of course, and she lost gleefully. Sirius groaned against her lips as he rubbed his cock along her slick folds, her arousal lubricating him as the tip nudged her sensitive clit.

"Sirius," she moaned softly, her eyes pleading for more.

"Are you sure?"

"Please."

He did not need to be told twice. He bent his head to kiss her, his lips gliding over hers and swallowing the little gasp she made when he entered her. He moved slowly, trying to give her time to adjust to the stretch, but even so, her fingers tightened around the muscles of his shoulders when he buried himself completely, leaving little crescent moons in their wake.

The sound she made was strangled, her body tensing beneath his as she tried to will herself to relax. Pain blossomed through her core and radiated through her hips. Her eyes were scrunched shut, tears dancing on her lashline, but she didn’t tell him to stop.

Sirius knew that it was uncomfortable for her. He was not a small man, and he knew that he was above average. Emalia was so slick with arousal that if she hadn’t been a virgin, it might not have been so demanding to accommodate him.

His mouth skimmed over her chin, her cheeks, and her forehead, leaving a trail of sweet kisses behind. "Doing okay?" He asked, his voice straining as he held himself perfectly still. Emalia peeled her eyes open to stare into his stormy gaze, her breath shaking as it escaped.

"Yeah," she said in a whisper, her voice trembling.

"Try to relax," he encouraged, "it will feel good."

Sirius groaned when she loosened her grip on his shoulders, her nails leaving a sting in his heated skin. She made a sound in response, an apologetic whimper, "S - sorry!" The pitch of her voice rose as he slowly withdrew, her lips trembling against his, her expression somewhere between wanting him to devour her and wanting him to stop.

"S’okay, angel," he said, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at her. Sirius teased his lips against hers, plunged his tongue into her mouth, and devoured her moans. He pulled out until the crown of his cock was nestled in her snug walls, and then sank back in.

He kept a slow rhythm, stretching her and giving her plenty of time. And then it happened. Emalia wound her legs around his waist to pull him in deeper while she clawed at the sheets, grasping fistfuls of the Egyptian cotton while tossing her head back and arching her back. Fresh waves of arousal washed over his cock.

She moved with him, her hips rising to welcome the piston of his, her movements delicate and desperate—in contrast to his. Sirius moved with control, dominating her with each thrust and fucking her into the mattress until she was clawing at his back and moaning in his ear. He was a little bit rough, holding her so tight that her skin was sure to bruise in the shape of his fingers, his teeth nipping at her lips until they were slightly swollen, devouring every sound that was torn from her throat.

"Sirius!" She screeched his name, her voice high-pitched and strained, when he adjusted his position to thrust deeper, hauling her legs higher on his hips. The tip of his cock crashed into a spot that sent her suddenly skyrocketing.

"Oh."

There was nothing that could have prevented the smug smirk that found its way onto his lips or the surge of pride that welled in his chest. If she had seen it, she might have smacked him. He thrust again, deeper and harder, to hear her scream again. He moved his mouth to her ear, his breath hot, his teeth tugging on her earlobe.

"That’s it, isn’t it? The spot."

Her thighs were quivering as she arched off the mattress, her head thrown back, and her lips parted in a silent scream. She couldn’t seem to catch her breath. Sirius fucked her at a merciless pace, his cock catching on every mind-maddening spot along the way, crashing into her repeatedly, but it was the rough pad of his thumb swiping over the fantastic bundle of nerves that made her pussy spasm around him. Emalia screamed as her world was struck by lightning again, set on fire, shattered, and changed.

The sound of the headboard against the wall was a constant thump, thump, thump. Some part of him thought he should feel bad for being rough, especially given that this was her first time. He should have held her and loved her softly, as a gentleman would have. But he could tell from the way her pussy was squeezing him, how she was grabbing at his back to pull him closer, and how she trembled and shuddered beneath him that she was enjoying this.

"That’s it." He growled against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. He rubbed harder at her sensitive clit, fingers slick in her arousal, gliding, circling, rubbing. "Cum for me, baby."

"I-I-" She stuttered and stopped. Her mind was screaming that the pleasure would kill her, break her, and ruin her. She would have said it if her throat wasn’t constricted with breathless gasps and moans, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, because it felt so fucking amazing.

"You can," he replied, knowing what she was going to say, once again not accepting no for an answer. "Cum for me, angel, I wanna feel you cum on my cock."

The third orgasm came from nowhere, ripped through her without warning, and crashed into the second. Emalia couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see straight, and couldn’t think through the haze he invoked. She clung to him as the storm swept her away; her nails dug so deeply into his skin that Sirius was certain to be bleeding.

She came undone beneath him, shuddering, panting, and moaning, her hips bucking into his as he fucked her with deep strokes. Her walls clamped so tightly around him that he groaned against her ear. His name spilled from her lips like a prayer to heaven, over and over again, like it was the only thing she could remember.

Sirius buried his face against her neck, biting and sucking, leaving behind hickeys that were sure to embarrass her later. His thrusts became wilder and less controlled as he chased his own release. He fisted the pillow beneath her head, grunting against her neck as his abdomen tightened, white dots decorating his vision. He kept going, moving on primal desire, until something snapped. His mind went blank and fogged as his body shuddered, his nerves cracking like they’d turned into life wires.

He reached his high and tumbled over the edge while kissing her, his fingers curling into fists around duck feather pillows, his knuckles white under the pressure. With a final thrust and a deep groan, he buried himself in her, his hips nestling tightly against hers. Ivory ribbons decorated her walls and filled her, and his tongue wrestled with hers.

Sirius waited until his vision cleared and her nails had lessened their hold before pulling out, leaving her feeling empty, sore, and satisfied. He fell onto his side, thankful for the cool sheets against his heated skin. With an arm wrangled around her waist, he dragged her against him, making her squeak and stare wide-eyed at him.

His fingers were buried in her hair again, dragging her mouth to his so he could kiss her with the fire of a thousand suns. Emalia couldn’t explain what it invoked; she couldn’t have imagined this moment.

They lay in a tangle of limbs, one of his arms around her, strong, pinning her to the wall of his chest, the other buried in her hair and refusing to release her lips. She cradled his face with one hand, nails of the opposite hand pressing into his chest. Their lips were inseparable.

It was comfortable.

And she wanted more.

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Fangs

Larissa Weems x fVampireReader

Larissa Weems gets into trouble at a conference. Her girlfriend comes to her rescue. Larissa knows her girlfriend pretty well, but she's not a vampire, is she?

Warnings: Mention of sexual assault (not detailed), restraint, blood

Sometimes, you can get ahead of yourself. Sometimes, you don't communicate as well as you should. You let your emotions get the best of you, and you don't let others change your mind, even though you may be in the wrong. Someone else who was exactly like this, was your girlfriend, Larissa Weems. Of course, you could put up with her, you would put up with her, for you loved her like you loved no other. She was graceful, ethereal, proper, kind, comforting, stunning, and charming, all while you were…well, you. Some say opposites attract, and while you and her were opposites in ways, you were the same in others.

Larissa was away for the weekend at a school conference. This conference was Saturday to Monday, but she said that she would be back Monday morning to attend to some business at Nevermore. You weren't a teacher at Nevermore Academy. Yes, you lived in Larissa’s quarters with her at the school (whether you were allowed to was another thing), but you worked in Jericho at your own antique store. You would travel and pick out antiques and thrift old fashioned clothing, and bring them back to your store. People in Jericho loved it, and so did you. You were also an outcast, one way in which you were similar to Larissa. Alas, she didn't know you attended Nevermore as a student due to you being a bit younger than her. In fact, she didn't know that you were an outcast at all. It's not that you were ashamed of being a vampire, it was actually really cool. It's just that, well, when you met her, she had assumed that you were a normie. She had come into the shop looking for an antique broach. When you found out that she was the headmistress of Nevermore, you didn't want to steal her thunder. You didn't want her to question you about being an outcast, or ask about where you'd come from. Growing up, your mother was always two steps ahead of you. Everyone that you knew back home also knew your mother, and anything, ANYTHING that you did related back to her. She would say "Don’t embarrass me" or "Be mature, you're representing me as a person." She knew about everything, and when people wanted to talk to you or about you, they would go to her instead. This made you feel like an extension of your mother, instead of being your own person. When you moved to Jericho, you left her behind in your hometown, but somehow, you carried that feeling with you. You had a really hard time believing that you were your own person, and that you could tell people things about you without them going back to your mother. So as it happened, Larissa didn’t know that you were a vampire, but for no apparent reason. You wore sunglasses but not all the time, so she didn’t question it. You drank your blood in places that she couldn't see, and you ate normal meals with her. You hid your fangs, you didn’t shift around her, you hid your strength, you were pretty good at hiding it all. You longed for, yet were scared for the day that you told your girlfriend about your ability. You hoped that she wouldn't be mad at you for keeping it a secret.

On Monday morning, you awoke to no Larissa. You didn’t think it was weird at first, perhaps she was working, or maybe she just wasn't home yet. But, as the day went on, you became increasingly worried about her. She could have decided to stay for the last day of the conference, or perhaps she was mad at you about the small fight you had before she left. It was stupid, really stupid, but you both were bad at backing down. You had been texting and calling her all day, just to make sure that she was coming home to you tonight. You stepped out onto the balcony from your bedroom, letting the frigid air hit you. It was past lunch now, and something in your stomach turned. Something inside made you anxious, nervous, impatient. You called her again, no answer. You had this sense sometimes, like a witch. When you felt like something bad might happen, it did. This feeling never failed. It could be anything really, but you knew what it probably was.

Twenty minutes later, you were in your car, driving to where her conference was held. You were probably just overthinking it, you did that a lot. You were probably wasting your time driving two hours to her, when she would be just fine. She'd tell you "You worry too much, darling" or she'd say "I can take care of myself." You knew she could, she has proved that time and time again. Yet, you couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't okay, that she hadn't taken care of herself. You left her voicemail after voicemail, driving as fast at you could to the hotel she was staying at.

"Hi, my friend is staying here for a conference. I know you aren’t supposed to give room numbers out, but she isn't answering me and I'm worried." "What's her name?" "Larissa Weems." The front desk woman hummed, "Yes, she was supposed to check out this morning." You furrowed your brows, you knew that, it was weird. "222" the woman whispered to you. "Thank you" you smiled before making your way to the second level. You found her room and knocked on the door, praying that she would answer. You knocked again when no answer came. Perhaps she was at the conference? You thought she would at least text you and let you know she was staying, if that was the case. As you started down the hall towards the lobby to check in the conference rooms, you heard loud voices coming from room 228. They were laughing and being so loud that it was obnoxious. "What a freak" you heard some guy grit, muffled through the door. You stopped, were they drunk at lunch time on a Monday? "A shapeshifter, of all things" another guy laughed. The conference was meant for faculty of outcast schools, so it made sense that other outcasts, other shapeshifters, would be here. You walked up to the door, placing your ear against it. "What should we do with her?" you heard a voice question. Her? A shapeshifter? You knew being a shapeshifter was rare, but there could be multiple around. A cleaner then caught your attention as they walked by and stopped at the room adjacent to you. You took this as your opportunity to asses the situation.

You knocked on the door, "Room service" you hollered. As the men went quiet, you knocked again. You heard a muffled, "We didn't order room service, did we?" and footsteps moving toward the door. As a man opened it, he was met with the cleaning person in the hallway, and no room service. "What the hell" he stated, slamming the door shut. You, being a vampire and all, had shifted into your animal form, a small bat, and flown into the corner of the room when the door opened. You perched on the ceiling, looking around the room. There was a man on the bed, laid out and tied to the headboard by his arms. He looked familiar to you, but why? As you stared at him, you quickly realized why you knew him. It wasn’t often that you saw him, but often enough. Long green coat with a high collar, hair so blonde it could be white, tall with nice leather shoes. Your heart lurched in your chest when you concluded that the man was in fact, Larissa. This man was Larissa's default opposite gender form, one she easily switched into for whatever reason. You figured she probably shifted to gain strength, to hopefully break free from her restraints. Alas, with no luck. As you assessed the three men, you deduced that one of them was a siren, one was a telepath, and one was a werewolf. Really no match for you, you thought, except the siren might get in the way. "What school is this bitch from again?" the telepath asked. "Nevermore" the siren answered. "And she's here alone?" the werewolf questioned. The siren let out a devious chuckle, "Yep." You didn't understand what was going on. How had they grabbed Larissa at a conference? Was there really nobody else around? They were outcasts as well, how could they discriminate against her because of her ability? Woman had no peace in this world, no fucking peace. They were given no breaks from the arrogance of men. As you watched and waited nervously, you saw Larissa slowly shift back to her original form. She could only shift for so long, holding it made her tired and she’d lose her strength to keep her form. Or, she’d become unconscious and morph back into herself. As her head dropped back onto the pillow, you knew it was the ladder, you knew that she had passed out. "I have to say, it's impressive how long she can shift for, and how easily she does it" the werewolf chirped. "Oh shut it" the siren growled. He moved closer to her, sitting on the bed beside her. He brought his hand up to her face, "Such a beauty, too bad she's so pretentious and annoying." Your jaw dropped at his grimy hands in her skin. Larissa wasn't pretentious or annoying, she was confident and professional, and she was damn good at her job. "And way too tall" the telepath added. The siren moved onto the bed, straddling Larissa's lower legs. "Let's see what's under this dress" he smirked as he brought his hands to the bottom of it. You assessed his proximity, he was close enough to you that you could tackle him from where you were, and you did just so.

As you let go of the ceiling, you shifted back into your human form and bounced off of the bed, taking him to the floor with you. "What the fuck!" he screamed once you were on top of him, he didn't know what hit him. You didn’t have a plan really, you didn’t have time to come up with one. It didn’t matter though, as once you were on top of him your anger took over, and you sunk your fangs into his neck. As he screamed, you pinned his hands to the floor, draining him of his blood. You haven’t touched a humans blood in so long, it wasn't preferred by you or your morals really. You sucked until you saw him turn pale, then you sat up and wiped your lips. He wasn't dead, you just took enough blood to render him unconscious. You stood up and faced the other men, pulling your knife from your waist. "Any of you motherfuckers want to try something, or would you prefer not to end up on the floor like him" you growled, blood dripping down your chin and neck. Their eyes went wide as they turned and scurried out of the room, slamming the door behind them. You turned to Larissa on the bed and cut the restraints from her wrists. Putting your knife away, you sat beside her and stroked her pale face. You wondered what had happened, and why they did this to her. Besides the rope indents on her wrists, she looked fine, they mustn't have touched her before you arrived. You took her gorgeous face in your hands and kissed her forehead before picking her up off of the bed. "Let's go home my love" you whispered as you carried her out of the room.

Sitting in the car, you remembered that Larissa's things were in her room. Oh well, you'd send for them. You wondered how you had gotten out of the hotel without people questioning why you were carrying an unconscious woman. Perhaps nobody here paid any attention at all. Driving back to Nevermore with Larissa lying in the back seat, you opted not to wake her until she awoke on her own. You hoped that she wouldn't remember what happened when she woke up. If she did, how would you explain to her what the men were trying to do? How would you tell her that you found her two hours away? How would you say that you tackled a man and took his blood and carried her home? You shook your head, tears threatening to spill at the thought of what those men wanted to do to her, what they did do to her.

As you laid in bed that evening, you stared at Larissa. She still wasn't awake, and you were becoming more and more worried at her state. You took in her features, her soft skin and full lips, her long white hair that spilled onto the bed sheets, her tall form that partially made her who she was. Perhaps men would never appreciate a women's beauty, perhaps they would never appreciate your woman's beauty. But no matter, because you did. You appreciated her in all her glory, in all her sauciness, in all her power, in all her helplessness, and in all her forms. You watched wide eyed as she began to stir. She groaned before she opened her eyes, and as yours met those pools of ocean blue, you got the sudden urge to propose to her. You wanted her to be yours, you wanted to protect her, you wanted to make sure that no mans greasy hands ever touched her again. She was yours and nobody else's, she was your baby. Alas, that was probably too much right now, you had only been dating for six months after all. "Y/N?" she mumbled, confused as to why she was at home. You sprang up as you realized that she might be in pain. "Riss baby, are you hurt? How do you feel?" She looked toward the ceiling as she blinked rapidly. "My head hurts." You jumped up to get some medication and water, and you helped her take it. She sat up, eyes wandering around the room. "Why aren't I at the hotel?" she questioned, looking up at you with concern. You cupped her face, "Do you remember anything from the hotel?" Her brows furrowed as she tried to think. "I remember walking out of my room and greeting a man, and then everything went black." Your eyes widened, her brain probably hid the trauma of her being tied to the bed and her shifting in an attempt to break free. You let out a huge sigh, shaking your head. "Riss, the conference is over baby, get some rest." As she rolled onto her side, you climbed back in the bed with her and stroked her hair, hoping to lull her to sleep. You whispered in her ear, "When you wake up I'll make your favorite meal, okay?" and you saw her flash a smile before she fell to slumber. 

[taylorrepdetective]

We went from “still just getting to know each other” to full on fanfic courtesy people mag in exactly 14 days. Do you think this could mean it will be short lived? Seems to be moving fast.

I don’t know what is going to happen because I don’t know what her goal is beyond simple publicity for the movie and 1989 tv (and just in general being seen dating a man which is important for her image and for selling music) and we’ll have to wait to see how it goes. I still stand by it likely to be short lived but whether that means November or March, your guess is good as mine. I think I’m currently leaning more in the March direction as being most likely, but it could be tomorrow or it could be forever or whatever she said in Blank Space.

In case anyone’s keeping count, I also have pretty much settled on all of this being well planned out in advance, including his appearance at the July KC tour in the first place. I wouldn’t be surprised if it had been planned for a very long time, just like Matty was.

1) have them linked publicly (for Travis it was the concert and friendship bracelet digits story). Sit back and watch the reaction, and give it a bit of a push in the right direction. With joe this was all done retroactively, after their relationship was “accidentally” leaked we found out they hung out in Oct. With Matty this was done over the course of late 2022-early 2023.

2) soft launch it by announcing an appearance ahead of time to get all eyes on it, while planting stories that they’ve hung out a few times, to establish a timeline back into the summer (august 1ish). Have her publicly meet his mom and get her approval. Again, with joe this was done retroactively, where we found out she had pined over him all summer and their anniversary was sept 28, and we’ve even now got a hook up on Aril 29. For Matty, she met his mom in stage 1), then this stage was her announcing the break up on Matty’s bday, and then planting stories that they were dating, that he’d go to Nash and there’d be PDA, and then stories that she thought maybe he was the one who got away, and had quietly been in love with him for almost a decade.

3) launch, but keep it casual. There’s still time to back out if things go poorly. People have time to get used to it and talk about “are they or aren’t they” serious, and you can control the narrative via media outlets and inside sources to set people up the way you want them to lean, all without even having them seen together more than once or twice. Set up a casual photo of them that seems to taken without their knowledge in a private moment. (Balcony with joe, private club with Matty, after party in KC with Travis.) This is far as she got with Matty then she cut her losses. Or I guess you could argue they had spilled into step 4). It’s a spectrum. With joe, again this was done retroactively but also the summer of 2017, no one knew how serious they were until secret sessions/rep came out.

4) hard launch during movie opening weekend. WE ARE HERE. For Matty this was probably supposed to happen during speak now release. But who knows. For joe it was reputation’s release.

5) Optional: push things hard until enough people seem to be generally getting tired of it. I assume this is next with Travlor. No idea how long this will last. Days or weeks I think. With joe this wasn’t a big deal because of the privacy narrative. No one could get tired of something they never saw (though they could get bored of it which was ok at that stage but boredom is the opposite of what she wants now.) With Travis I think this stage will be more of an important thing. If you go back to Calvin, this stage was most of their relationship.

6) cool things down so then people talk about “are they or aren’t they still together?” This was a constant with joe. I think this was just at the end for Calvin and the answer was they weren’t still together.

7) relaunch so everyone is excited to see them again. Steps 6-7 happened a lot with Joe naturally because of the privacy narrative. Will travlor get to this stage? I think so but it will be much accelerated. Like nothing for a week and people will wonder. Then, bang, she’s there again. Something like that.

8) ongoing: periodically lightly escalate the seriousness of the relationship. We’re already in this stage and it will continue. There is current chatter about her house shopping in KC. The usual (she actually BOUGHT a house one time for a man. And remember her Scottish castle, and how she and joe were constantly buying a London house for 6 years including furniture shopping right before they broke up?) And there will be constant talk of settling down and getting engaged.

9) and on and on until it ends. We could zoom through these stage over the next 2 weeks, or in seemingly endless loop of stages 6-9 for two years. No way to know until it ends or they get married, have 10 kids and teach them how to dream.

10) optional: black swan event. All bets are off.

I think it’s likely she’ll go to a couple of more games, and be seen spending as much time with him as reasonably possible before her next tour date. They need to “get to know each other” and “enjoy this fun honeymoon stage while they’re both smitten” while she can. Keep in mind her SA tour section is only 3 weeks long, and he could even potentially go to Argentina on his off week, so that’s not really enough time for the “their busy schedules were too much” excuse. Possible but you know not as likely. Then she’s off for for a couple of months again. Imagine the fun they can have over Christmas. We’ll skip the island vacation around new years or star-studded New Year’s party this time because he’ll still be playing football, so imagine her at playoff games. She’s getting literal millions of dollars in almost free publicity from this, and no matter how many people want to say she’s getting negative attention or being over-exposed or whatever, I don’t see it that way at all. It’s going very very well. All for the price of a few hours of her time and some jet fuel. So, like I didn’t see any reason for her to end it with joe because he was serving his purpose, I see no reason for this to end. Until she has reached her unknown-to-us goal.

There is a lot I can’t see or know, so these are just my best guesses based on what we’ve seen so far and what I see on their schedule for the next few months, and of course, my belief that this relationship not real.

[youlikefanficdontyousquidward]

Recom!Lopez x Human!Reader

Summary: Lopez doesn't get jealous...

One thing about Lopez was that he never got jealous. He was secure in his relationship with you. Trusting that as long as you were together with him you'd never stray.

He was right to trust you. God knows you weren't looking at anyone with him to come home to. No it wasn't you that he was worried about, it was everyone else.

You were just so sweet. Everyone who spoke to you got your undivided attention. You were always the one pulling folk into conversation. Leaning in and listening to someone folk had talked over. It wasn't your fault that all your colleagues were charmed.

You were just too trusting. Never assuming the worst in others like Lopez did. Not noticing when your colleagues leered down your shirt or brushed just a little too close in passing. Lopez could smell their touch coming off you when you came to him. He'd spend extra time replacing it with his own. Priding himself of the quivering mess you became under his touch. Angry that no one else could smell his scent on you, claiming you as his.

Lopez stewed in his chair now. His friends had gone quiet, ears twitching to listen to your conversation. He wasn't eavesdropping, he kept telling himself. He was just listening out for you, in case you needed him.

The creep was one of your colleagues working in the lab. Lopez recognized him, he hovered about your desk often when he came to grab you. His stench always clung the hardest to your skin. Little weasel was your superior, head lab coat or something.

So that's why you were being polite. Entertaining a little chat with your boss in the lunch queue. You didn't like him, of course not. Still Lopez didn't like the way he stared at your smile. The way his eyes flicked to your plump lips. Lopez's tail flicked behind him watching the mans hand usher your forward, just barely touching the small of your back.

Lopez stood up, chair squealing and almost toppling as he barrelled away from the table. Ja and Lyle watched eagerly as he stormed his way towards you. Lopez could feel the growl vibrating at the back of his throat. He had tunnel vision trained on you, other bodies practically leapt out of his path.

Still he slowed his approach, plastering a big smile as your head swiveled to his.

"Lopez!" you beamed. He could never get over how delighted you were to see him. Whether he'd been gone a day or an hour your bright smile always greeted him.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder shifting you into his side. Lopez preened at the way your colleague bristled, clearly he'd interrupted him and he loved that. Your hand shifted up to hold a couple of his fingers, enemy briefly forgotten he turned his head down to you.

"I thought you were gone till tomorrow?" You pouted before gasping turning fully to him now. "Does this mean your free tonight!?" You exclaimed, tapping from one foot to another.

Lopez caught the other mans flinch at your remark, shrinking in on himself. Lopez smirked leaning down to kiss your hairline.

"Of course sweetcheeks." He chuckled. He moved you ahead of him, shooting a glare back at your boss. The man had went pale and didn't meet his gaze, staring at the floor and sweating. The queue kept moving, Lopez carrying your tray for you as you gushed about a lizard you'd been studying.

All the while Lopez listened but kept his gaze fixed around the room. One by one he noted all the broken dreams and shattered hearts. Men and women alike sizing themselves up against their competition and not liking the odds. He preened, chest jutting out a little as he lead you over to his table.

He was sure he'd have to fend off more humans again but his little show today would buy him time. Maybe they'd remember their fanged 9ft rival next time they thought to put their hands on you.

"Ah so this is Y/n?" Lyle smirked. Lopez felt his stomach sink. Lyle grinning took your hand, kissing your knuckles. "So nice for Lopez to finally introduce us all."

Lopez peered down the line of Cheshire grins feeling a cold sweat run down his spine. Sets of golden eyes locked onto your pretty smile as you introduced yourself sweetly.

Oh shit.

[llamaqueenprompt]

chapter nine

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Charles and Aurora walked hand in hand into his garage to leave Charles things so then they could move to Rory’s office. Behind them the murmurs and whispers had begun, moving at rapid speed throughout the paddock. The paparazzi’s cameras had flashed incessantly, capturing every interaction between the couple.

Pictures of the two of them were already being posted all over social media and aware of this, Charles knew he would have to talk with his PR team as soon as he left Rory in her office.

“Mon Amour?”

Rory looked up at Charles, “Yeah?”

He tucked a piece of hair that had fallen into her face behind her ear, “I think I will need to talk to my PR team.”

“About us?”

“Yeah, the fans will start to see us together and photos from today will start to circle around the internet and it is better to get ahead of it before it becomes something we can’t control.”

Rory sighed, gripping his hand, “Will you tell them that this is…”, she didn’t need to say the word, they both knew what she meant.

“No. To the public eye we are a real couple and my team should treat it as that, nothing else.”

She nodded. It was weird for her to see this business side of Charles, during their time together there hadn’t been the chance to do so.

“Do you want me to bring you …”

Rory quickly shaked her head, “No need. Do what you have to do before the day starts. I know the way. Don’t worry.” she punctuated her statement with a sweet smile.

Charles returned her smile and softly kissed her forehead before they went their separate ways.

As Rory walked the short distance to her office she could feel everyone's eyes on her and the whispers that followed every single of her steps. It wasn’t an exactly new feeling, the eyes on her, but she hadn’t felt it since she moved from her parents house.

Someone cleared their throat behind her. Rory slowly turned around with a crooked eyebrow but a smile quickly made its way into her face when she saw who was behind her.

“Matteo!” Aurora’s arms quickly wrapped around her brother’s shoulders, pulling him into her. “What are you doing here?” her words came out muffled from her face pressed against his shoulder.

“Can’t I visit my baby sister?” he kissed her forehead and pulled away with a more serious look.

“What 's wrong?”

“Dad called.”

Shit. “Matteo, I didn’t want you to find out like that…”

“Hey,” he grabbed her shoulders, steading her into place. “Don’t worry about it principessa, it doesn’t matter the way I found out. I just want to know if you are okay. I know what it feels like to be ambushed by dad…”

“I’m good. His visit was unexpected in a way but somehow expected.”

A sad smile made its way to Rory’s face and Matteo gave her one back before pulling her back to his arms.

“So, when do I get to meet this boyfriend?”

On the other side of the paddock, Charles sat in a meeting room filled with all the people that were responsible for his and Ferrari’s image. No one said a word and they all just waited for him to start.

“Well,” Charles cleared his throat after his voice came out weirdly, “As you all must have seen I came into the paddock today, with Aurora. She works with the medical team for FIA, which I assume some of you may already know. The truth is we are dating and have been since the summer, the fact that photos of us haven’t leaked yet is kind of a miracle. I really like her and I don’t care what any of you have to say, I won’t keep it private, me and her agreed that we want everyone to see the real us and our real relationship in a spontaneous way, what we feel like sharing we will share and what we don’t want to share we won’t share. I’m only sorry for the way we came today to the paddock, but in our defense it wasn’t planned and it was mainly my idea in the end and Rory only followed my lead.” Charles stopped rambling and looked at everyone whose facial expressions hadn’t changed for a second. “Don’t you have anything to say?”

“Do you really like her?”

“What?”

“Do you really like her?”

“I…” Charles took a deep breath, “more than anything.”

“Do you see you two lasting?”

Charles swallowed, “Yes.”

“Okay,” they all nodded, “we will come up with a plan for you to come out officially as a couple, other than that it's up to the both of you, anything bad that may come out of this is on you two, understood?”

“Yes.”

“Charlie!” Aurora ran towards Charles as she saw him leave the office.

“Hi, mon amour,” he kissed her cheek, “how is your day going?”

“Really good.” she smiled up at him. “So you remember my brother Matteo?” Charles nodded, “Well, he’s here and kind of wants to take both to dinner.”

“Today?”

“Yeah. But if you're busy we can reschedule. I’m sure Matteo wouldn’t mind…”

“Chérie,” Charles gently grabbed her face, “I would love to go to dinner with you and your brother.”

Charles smiled at and she smiled back at him. The truth is, Charles was terrified of going to dinner with her brother. He knew that they had a good relationship and that added to the pressure of making a good impression.

Charles and Rory arrived at the restaurant and looked around for Matteo. Spotting her brother’s curls, Rory grabbed Charles and walked to the table.

“Matteo,” Rory hugged her brother, “this is Charles. Charles, this is Matteo.”

The two men shook hands and Matteo kept his grip on Charles’ hand while sizing him up and down. Charles' eyes widened as Matteo took him in. “Uhm,” was the only sound that came out of Matteo’s mouth when he let go of Charles' hand.

The boy turned to Aurora after and she only gave him a double thumbs up after seeing him panicking a bit. Charles approached her and kissed her forehead, “You’re going to be okay,  he’s all bark and no bite.” Charles smiled and pulled her chair so they could sit and start their dinner.

“Amour, what time is it?” Charles asked, recovering from the laugher that had just came out of him after listening to Matteo’s story about little Rory.

“Ten thirty.”

“Oh, it’s getting late.

Rory turned all her attention to Charles. “Do you need to go?”

“No…” Rory gave him a stern look, “Kinda, but I can stay for a bit longer.”

“Charlie,” she grabbed his face, “if you need to go, go, we will have more chances to talk more, don’t worry.” she punctuated her sentence with a sweet smile.

“You sure?” Rory nodded, “Do you need me to take you home?” 

“I’ll take her,” Matteo interrupted with a smile on his face.

“Oh, okay, thank you,” Charles turned back to Aurora, “call me when you get home?”

Rory nodded, “And you warn me when you get home,” Charles nodded before kissing her forehead, shaking Matteo’s hand and leaving the two siblings behind.

“You two look in love,” Matteo remarked, making Rory turn her head to him, seeing him with a big smile on his face.

“Matteo,” Rory took a deep breath, she couldn’t lie to her brother, “my relationship with Charles is fake.” “What do you mean?”

“It 's not real. We are not really dating. All of this is for show.”

Matteo looked at her with a puzzled expression. “Why?”

“We met in Andorra, and we started a relationship there, but ended it before the vacation finished because we didn’t want the drama of it all. And you know how dad got about my job and I didn’t want to have another thing for him to throw in my face.”

Matteo interrupted her. “But the whole fake relationship doesn’t defeat the purpose of what you just told me?”

“In a way.” he looked ready to interrupt her again but she quickly continued before he could. “Neither Charles nor I wanted this. In Andorra we agreed that we would each follow our footsteps and if the future brought us together we would accept it but not force it. But when I got here everything changed when I saw Alejandro.” Matteo’s anger started to become visible, “Mom and Dad had told him where I was working and he thought, along with them, that it would be a great idea to reconnect. That’s when everything between me and Charles shifted and here we are today.”

"Little Principessa…” Matteo sat on the chair Charles was previously on and cleaned the tear that had fallen from Rory’s eye, “do you like him?”

Rory wiped away the stray tear, her gaze locked on Matteo's concerned face. "I do, Matteo. I really do. But it's complicated. Our feelings got tangled up in this mess, and now it feels like we're just going along with something that's spiraled out of control."

Matteo's expression softened, his hand squeezing hers gently. "I understand, Rory. But you can't keep living a lie. It's not fair to you, or to Charles."

She nodded, her throat tightening with emotion. "I know. But what can I do now? Dad's already involved, the media is buzzing about us, and I feel like I'm stuck in this whirlwind."

"You can start by being honest," Matteo suggested, his voice firm but kind. "With yourself and with Charles. Figure out what you really want, and then take steps to make it happen. It won't be easy, but it's better than pretending."

Rory sighed, feeling the weight of her brother's words sinking in. "I can’t do it Matteo, not now."

“Rory…”

“Don’t try to convince me otherwise, it won’t work.”

[taloumina]

Real Motive

JJ Maybank/Female Reader

Fluff, angst, insecurity

The reader in this is a night owl and former city girl.

Spoilers: none for any season

Summary: JJ finds out you can't swim.

I love unwinding at night with TV, and lately, my main show has been Outer Banks! Definitely makes me wish I was living right next to the ocean!

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Living on an island like Kildare, you thought walks were much more enjoyable than they ever were in the city, and it was so much easier to run into people you knew. It happened during most of your walks.

This morning, one of those people was JJ.

“I knew it!” he said, pointing a finger at you the instant your eyes met.

Your pulse spiked, and you assumed that he finally knew what you’d been hiding from him and everyone else you’d met since moving here.

“You’re turning into an early bird, aren’t you?”

“Oh!” So that was what JJ meant. You released a shaky breath and smoothed out some invisible wrinkles on your dress, sounding as carefree as you could manage (which wasn’t very much). “Yeah, goodbye my night owl ways! I just couldn’t resist a morning walk!”

“You should try a morning swim. It’s even better,” he said with a lopsided smile. “I’m actually gonna go for one right now. Wanna join?”

“Oh, uh… no, I’m fine.” You hurriedly added, “But don’t let me stop you from swimming!”

Nice, you scolded yourself. Saying that when he wasn’t even in the water yet…

“C’mon, you can’t tell me you actually prefer walking instead!”

“As a matter of fact, I do.” You shrugged, and on the inside, you were desperate to get away from him before this got too long. “Sorry, but I gotta get back to, you know, walking!”

You tried being the “deadly” combo of funny and casual about it, but you must’ve failed because JJ’s smile fell as he looked at you, a perceptiveness in his eyes.

“Hey, (Name),” he said, “the reason why we’ve never seen you swim before… is it because you don’t know how to?”

You could just about feel your heart sink to the pit of your stomach with his question, and no part of you even thought about denying it. Why bother when JJ–or anyone else on this island–could make you prove it, only to unveil the truth when they see you really, seriously can’t swim at all once you hit the water.

You nodded slowly, averting your eyes. “Go ahead. You can laugh.”

“I’m not gonna do that.”

“And I’m saying you can. I know it’s bad, JJ. Moving to an island and not knowing how to swim?” You threw your hands up in the air. “It’s fucking crazy!”

“Last I remember, moving was your mom’s idea, not yours. And hey, I mean it,” you heard JJ say. “I’m not gonna laugh. I’m not that much a dick.”

You couldn’t help but look at him, a slight smile on your lips. “So you do admit you’re a dick.”

It was his turn to shrug, but the whole time he was smiling. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Silence fell between you two, broken only when JJ spoke again. “So why… did you never learn? Not judging, just curious.”

You knew he wasn't lying. Anyone would be curious about the girl who now lived on an island but couldn’t swim for her life, let alone anyone else’s, and you didn’t see any judgment in his eyes as you looked into them.

“It’s not that I never wanted to. It just… never happened. After my dad died, my mom spent all her time–and I mean all of it–working, trying to put food on our table and keep a roof over our heads. And it’s not like we lived next to any water.” You sighed, turning to the morning sky above for a moment. “Honestly, it’s been so long, just the two of us, I’m not even sure she knows that I can’t swim. She might think I can.”

You weren’t angry at your mom for it. It wasn’t a complete excuse, but being a single parent was difficult enough on its own, and things like making sure you went to school and did your homework were more important than making sure you learned how to swim. As a kid, how could you possibly have known that swimming was a skill everyone should have?

“It never came up when you guys decided to move here?” JJ asked.

“The ocean, yes. A new house, yes. A new life, yes. Swimming, specifically?” You shook your head. “I told myself once I got here, I’d learn how to swim somehow, but…”

“But everyone and their mom, dad, and dog here already knows how to swim, goes out there 24/7, and it’s annoying as fuck?” JJ guessed with an expression that told you he was 100% joking.

You laughed. “Yeah, something like that. And,” you said, tucking some hair behind your ear. “I didn’t want to humiliate myself by jumping into the water and needing to be saved ASAP.”

“Is that why you never told any of us? Because you thought we’d make fun of you?”

“You guys all swim like you’re fish. Every time I thought about telling you, I got scared and backed out. Thanks, by the way, for not making fun of me so far,” you said, infusing a little humor into your tone, but to your surprise, JJ didn’t respond with humor of his own.

“What if I teach you?” he offered, a serious look on his face.

“No, JJ, I don’t wanna burden you with this.”

“Who says it’s a burden? I got free time, you got free time, and we can spend that free time together.” During all this, he pointed from himself to you and then both of you.

“Teaching me how to swim? I can’t promise I’ll be a good student.” You could imagine yourself crying from frustration if you don’t learn quickly or if you feel like you’ll never be as adept at it as JJ (and everyone else) is.

“Then let me promise this,” he said. “I’m not gonna give up on you, and I’m not gonna be like some drill sergeant with a stick up his ass. No matter how long it takes, we’re gonna get you swimming.”

“Drill sergeant’?” you repeated, wanting to laugh more freely. But you couldn’t, remembering the rest of your friends. “What about the others? I don’t… really want them to know.”

“They don’t have to,” JJ said softly, and you tried not to think about what that meant. Why he wanted to do this for you.

“And assuming it’ll take more than a day for me to learn… If they keep seeing us together, they’ll wonder what’s up.”

“We can just tell them we’re dating.”

Your eyes widened, but JJ’s were mischievous. “Okay,” you said hesitantly, “but would they believe that? And how would that explain us always being in the water?”

JJ waved off your questions. “It’s an island. Unless it’s hell outside, no one’ll ever wonder why we’re in the water all the time. And”–he shoved his hands into his pockets, slightly nervous all of a sudden–“they totally would… so I gotta be honest: I’m not without a motive here. I do wanna teach you, but I also like that we can spend all that time alone.”

You wondered if JJ could hear your heart pounding even louder now. “JJ…”

“Pretty shitty way of saying I like you, huh? Don’t blame you if you want another teacher, some selfless asshole.”

“Why would I want them when I want you?” It came out so fast you didn’t realize what you were implying until it was too late, and JJ latched onto it, stepping closer to you.

“Correct me if I’m wrong,” he said slyly, “but does that mean you like me, too?”

“Maybe I should find some selfless asshole instead.”

“But you want me.” JJ was only too happy pointing this out. “Or was I just hearing things?”

“No,” you admitted, hoping you weren’t blushing as much as you thought you were. “You’re the one who offered, and since I can’t exactly pay you top dollar...” You bit your lip. “What if us dating is for real?”

JJ grinned. “That’s way better than being paid top dollar! Only Kooks would throw money at everything.”

“And everyone,” you added, yelping in surprise when JJ picked you up and laughing as he spun you around.

“So when are we doing this? Now?” he asked, holding you safely in his arms. “Because I’m dying to see you out of that dress.”

“Careful, JJ, your real motive’s showing.”

“Where? Show me.”

“Right here,” you said, bringing your lips to his.

[foone]

The fundamental problem with comedy is that the highest form is improv. Not "Whose Line Is It Anyway?" style formalized improv, where you ask the audience for suggestions and build a comedic scene around that, but the basic skill of "something just happened, make a joke about that". This got long, so it'll be after a readmore

It's a life skill, not a type of art you produce. Jokes like this don't make it into movies and shows and blogs, it just happens. You're with a friend or two and something funny happens and you make a joke about it, everyone laughs. It's personal, you tell the best joke because you know your audience, you have shared history.

And you can see how we try to capture this in produced comedy: it's why we have comedy movies and sitcoms, literally "situation comedy". It's not just half an hour of stand-up, telling joke after joke, it's about setup and putting the protagonists into situations, and having it be funny, usually with them making a joke about the situation they're now in.

But there's an artificiality to it: the same people writing the situations are the ones writing the witty jokes. They set up the dominoes and they're the one who knocked them over.

And hell, even stand-up is rarely as simple as just "setup->punchline, rinse lather repeat". There are some comedians who can pull that off, but it seems far more comedians are "observational comedians", meaning they're making jokes about the absurdity of the world and modern life. They'll tell a story, even if it's as simple as "so I went to the post office and it was annoying and people were mean and I made jokes about it!". They're doing storytelling: here's the situation, and here's what I said in response, either in the moment, later during this retelling, or some combination of both. (Ed Byrne has a bit where he says "yes I was very witty that day, almost like I had several weeks to come up with the perfect response!")

And maybe the closest we can get to this "in the wild" (meaning in a produced media form) is MST3K and similar riffing. The people making the jokes didn't make the story, so they have plausible deniability. And even if they've seen the movie several times and written out jokes ahead of time, they can feel like they're reacting in the moment.

But the funniest jokes will never be made this way. No sitcom or comedy film will be the funniest, no stand-up one liner or knock knock joke, not even an improv scene that makes you nearly piss yourself in laugher.

The funniest jokes are when you and an old friend are getting ice cream and the person in front of you asks for vanilla with extra sprinkles then sends it back because there's "too many sprinkles" and you turn to them and say "I thought my ex-wife moved back to Chicago!" and you have to leave the establishment because you're crying with laughter and can't get it under control enough to actually make your order. It's something that'll probably only ever make sense to you and your friends, and in that particular moment. You could sit down and explain the situation and the back story but that would never capture one tenth of the humor, and even if they understood, so much of why it's funny is that it happened in that moment and without the setup.

Because even if you are truthfully recounting what happened to someone else later, and don't need to explain all the back story, you're still implicitly telling a story that sets up a situation. This is now a joke, and you might as well start it with "so an Irishman and a Rabbi walk into a bar..."

You're setting then up for all the expectations of comedy. And that inherently ruins some of the comedy! Because comedy, in a way, is an error message. It's a mis-prediction. It's your huge brain trying to do what it does and predict what will happen and what you'll say next and understand the situation and figure out how it'll go, and realizing it's wrong, and fundamentally wrong. It made assumptions that were reasonable to make, but it had those assumptions proven very wrong.

Like, one way this has been described is the idea that jokes are telling two stories: the one you assume, then at the last moment they pull the rug out from under you and reveal there was a second story, and you have to mentally backtrack and retrace your steps to see how the second story is the correct one.

Like, simple example, and I'm sorry to ruin the joke (as someone said, explaining a joke is like dissecting a frog: no one's that interested, and the frog dies)

Doctor: I'm sorry, we had to remove your colon

Me Why?

See, the humor comes from how the setup primes you to think that "colon" means the body part, but then the punchline reveals it's talking about the punctuation. The way the first line is interpreted is totally changed by the second, and the humor is how your brain handles to "whoops made a big mistake in how I understood/predicted that!"

And that's why it's never going to be the same level of comedy when telling jokes as just improv'ing a joke while out in the world. You tell someone a joke, they know a joke is coming. They have heard jokes before. Their brain is in joke mode. They are trying to imagine how things could be taken different ways, how the joke could work, what the punchline is.

This is why "a comedian's comedian" is a thing. Your Milton Jones style comedy ("My grandfather invented the cold air balloon but it never really took off"), where it's very absurdist and includes a lot of anti-jokes. It's why simple jokes like the above are often called "dad jokes", because they're the kind of jokes you tell kids. Not just because they're not raunchy or anything, but because they're lessons in how jokes work. They're jokes that only work on people who don't yet know how jokes work.

Whereas absurdist comedy and anti-jokes can work amazingly on people who know how jokes work, if you're aiming for that audience. You basically write your jokes so that the audience expects the joke, predicts the punchline, but SURPRISE! the punchline is completely different or not a joke at all. For example:

I'm not like other dads

I’m a 19 yo woman with no kids

The comedy is your brain going into joke-mode and getting ready to figure out all the ways this joke could go and then WHOOPS the joke is that there isn't one and this is a straightforward statement that you got mislead into thinking was going to be a joke.

So, having said all that, hopefully you can understand what I mean. The best jokes are the ones that come out of nowhere because you are 120% not in joke mode. You're out somewhere with a friend trying to do something serious, something happens, then BAM! one of you comes up with something that just perfectly fits the situation and references some shared background/history you have together, and you were not at all expecting it. All your brains predictions were taken up with sensible boring things, and then suddenly BOOM! IN THE COMEDY!

And I think in a way, all produced, scripted (or hell, even unscripted) comedy is about trying to recapture that perfect moment. It's setting up situations for funny punchlines to exist in. It's making the setup so that the punchline works. But it can never fully match that unexpected moment, that perfection, because at its core its always artifical, or at least staged (as there's an expectation for this to be comedy). No one goes to an improv show expecting it to be Macbeth, but a production of The Scottish Play that turned into a comedy could be unexpectedly hilarious, if the audience wasn't expecting it.

But at the same time, even staying in the area of Shakespeare, there's clear differences between, say, Twelfth Night and Romeo and Juliet. The former sets up a bunch of elements that are clearly going to be used for comedy: identical twins, crossdressing, recursive crossdressing, metacrossdressing, unknowing homosexual relationships, disguises, and mistaken identities... All are clearly set ups for comedy. Even at the time, nearly half a millenia ago, these were old, well known tropes in comedy. Shakespeare sets up all the cans knowing he can knock them over later. These things exist in the story so they can lead to comedy, and they do. Maybe not in the ways the audience expects, but they'll lead to hilarity.

And even if there's not a specific punchline, the two-stories thing can be the joke, even when the audience is on it. Like, in the scenes where Olivia is professing her love for "Cesario" (who is actually not a man, but Viola dressed as one).

The audience knows Viola is a woman (and they presume a straight one), but Olivia doesn't (and she's also presumed to be straight). Even without a punchline about this situation, there's inherent comedy in the two separate understandings of the situation. Olivia thinks she loves this nice young man, and wants to woo him. Viola is stuck trying to politely reject her advances, without revealing her disguise. That's uncomfortable (for her) and amusing (for the audience) enough, but then Shakespeare goes one step further and has Viola asked to woo Oliva for her employer, Duke Orsino. That would really twist the screws and make the situation more awkward as Viola has to attempt to woo the woman who is already in love with her, but under false pretenses... Except Shakespeare goes ONE FURTHER and has Viola fall in love with Duke Orsino herself! While Viola can't herself express this love, because as far as Duke Orsino knows, she's a man named Cesario.

And then Viola's identical twin brother shows up and marries Oliva, who thinks he's Cesario, and IT JUST GETS WACKIER. There's plenty of jokes to be had at this absurd situation (and many of them are made!) , but the "first joke" of the whole situation is the way different characters have completely different understandings of what's going on. Olivia thinks she's just in love with a nice young man, Duke Orsino thinks his page is wooing Olivia for him (and definitely his page isn't in love with him), while Viola is stuck in the middle, having to balance maintaining her disguise with not offending Olivia, not failing her master, and then her own love for the Duke just makes everything more complicated.

It's an old story. Literally and figuratively. You set up a weird situation so that it's inherently somewhat funny, then you can put jokes in the moutha of the characters, and you can make the audience laugh at how you took a bunch of people stuck in this absurd situation and then made it weirder.

Anyway, so the reason I wrote this was because I was leaving my house this morning to go grab a coffee, and I saw a truck for a local construction company, "Tech Line". I immediately shouted "Tech L9ne! Cha!" which would have been the funniest thing in the world except no one else was there to hear it, and explaining it ruins the joke.

So instead I just rambled on about the nature of comedy and the truest form of it for 28 paragraphs. This is called a "Shaggy Dog Story". It's also called "ADHD".

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Paper Moon: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: A case brings you back to someone you let go once before. Now, you have a decision to make: let her go again or kill her. Whatever option that will piss the Winchesters off, right?

Season Ten Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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"Yeah, Barker and I have been raising hell, chasing tail, and riding for a long time. Part of him always knew when his clock ran out, it wasn't gonna be pretty. To go out like that? By some animal? It just ain't right."

"Do you mind telling us what went down?" Dean asks as you slide into the booth next to him.

"It was just another party, you know? Barker went out back, and the next thing I knew, everyone was yelling and screaming because he was all torn up."

"The sheriff mentioned you thought there might've been a girl involved. Do you think she was killed, too?"

"Nope," Tommy shakes his head.

"There was no girl?"

"Couldn't say."

"You do know we're not cops, right?" you say and take a sip of your drink.

"A badge is a badge."

"I have ways of getting you to talk, and you're not gonna like them. So, I suggest you better tell us what you saw."

"What?"

"Don't listen to her," Dean says quickly and kicks your leg underneath the table. "What she means is that we work outdoors, and we've seen some crazy things. You know, things that we can't explain. Things that we wouldn't have believed had we not seen it together."

"Well, you don't have to live in this town, mister. You don't have to deal with the ridicule."

"I'm just saying that crazy might not be half as crazy as you think."

"So, if someone were to tell you they saw a ghost, you'd believe that?" Tommy asks hesitantly.

"Just assume we believe everything."

"Okay. The other night, I was taking a ride past the old Sturges farm. You know, thinking about the rides me and Barker used to go on. I saw her, man."

"Saw who?"

"The girl."

"After the attack?"

"Hell, yeah. She was just standing there, all bloody, and watching me. So, I turned the hell around and ran back thinking she could have killed me. I looked back and she was gone. Like, gone-gone."

"Like a ghost," Sam says.

"Yeah. I don't give one red cent in hell what the cops say. She was there. She was eaten. She's a fucking ghost."

If Tommy says there is a ghost there, then that's the place that Sam and Dean are going to next. They wait until the sun has gone completely down because that's the likely time when the ghost will come out... if there is one. The farm is desolate and quiet when you arrive, and you get out of the car with your gun in hand.

"Ghosts don't shred people like the way Barker was. You know, if what Tommy says is true."

"Yeah, well, it looks like this fleabag isn't done chowing down on men yet."

"Guess she likes bad boys."

"Wait until she gets a laid of us," Dean smirks.

"God, you two talk too much. Move," you scoff and push past them to walk ahead of them.

"This isn't normal," Sam whispers.

"Tell me about it."

You approach the abandoned barn with caution and turn to the brothers. You motion for Sam to go around the back while you and Dean enter through the front. Sam sighs and does as he's told so that it's just you and Dean. You open the barn door carefully and walk inside before Dean can say anything to you.

There are several dead chickens scattered on the ground and several deep scratches across the surface of the wood. You and Dean quickly and efficiently search the interior with your flashlights. Something scuttles in the darkness so you two turn off your lights to hide from it. That scuttle turns into someone speaking quietly as if there are people around to hear it. You open a door quietly and look inside to see a young woman with her back turned to you. She's on the phone, and guessing by her tone, she's leaving a voicemail.

"Stop ignoring my calls. Pick up the phone and call me right now. This isn't how it's supposed to go. Look, I've been down this road before and I'm not going to--"

She stops talking abruptly and sniffs the air. Shit, she smells you and Dean. She immediately runs away from you and Dean, but you two are hot on her trail. She yanks open the back door and runs into Sam who has his gun pointed at her. He is about to shoot her when he recognizes her.

"What are you doing?" Dean asks. Sam turns the woman around and you and Dean stop in your tracks. "Kate?"

Kate is the werewolf you let go two years ago when her friend turned her just so he could be with her. She killed him and left the video they recorded to show how she became a werewolf. Sam and Dean take her and tie her to a chair so they can question her without her going anywhere.

"I know who you three are."

"Congratulations," you roll your eyes.

"After what happened at school, I thought you'd let me go."

"That was before you started dropping bodies."

"What?" she asks, confused.

"The guy at the bar saw you before you went all Wolverine on his friend. Surprise. Here we are."

"Kate, you said you were gonna go straight. What happened?" Sam sighs.

"I guess things change. Being this... I tried to be strong, but the hunger was too much. Too hard. It's not like anyone gave me a handbook on how to be a werewolf."

"You're lying," you say and lean against one of the wooden pillars.

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"I was on my own. I evolved."

"That's what you call killing innocent people?" Sam asks.

"Whatever you're gonna do, just do it."

Sam and Dean exchange looks before the older brother takes out his gun and points it at Kate. He hesitates because he remembers his time as a demon and how he killed for the fun of it. Sam puts a hand on his shoulder and gestures for him to the side to talk. You walk with the brothers to hear what they're saying. As soon as you turn from her, Kate starts trying to get out of the binds.

"Let me do it."

"Why?"

"I think you should sit this one out."

"What are you talking about?"

"You're not ready, Dean." Sam's phone rings and Dean turns to Kate who stops moving. "Hello?"

"Warden, we had another animal attack over at the high school gymnasium. The guy was a security guard. Same M.O. as the other three."

"When?"

"The Deputy said the victim's blood was still warm when he got there, so had to be less than an hour ago."

"Okay, thank you. I'll be in touch." Sam hangs up. "We got a problem."

"Besides from Werewolf Barbie over there"

"Yeah. There was another kill, across town, just before dark."

"How did Kate murder that guy and get back here bef--" Sam shrugs and gives him a look. "You don't think she did it."

"I don't know man, but as far as I'm concerned--"

"Oh, my God. Let me do it," you roll your eyes and turn to Kate.

You raise your gun and shoot at her just as her ties snap off. She ducks right before the bullet can reach her, and she runs out of the barn as fast as she can. You get off two more shots but both miss. Damn, you're rusty.

"Damn it!" Dean shouts.

"Maybe if you two had stopped chatting like twelve-year-old girls, Kate would be dead right now and we could move on with our lives."

There is no way Kate is coming back here now, so there is no need to stick around. You three head back to the Impala.

"If she's not icing people, then why play the big bad wolf?" Dean asks.

"Maybe she's running with a pack? You know, trying to protect them?"

"That's a hell of a price to pay. She was about two seconds away from taking a dirt nap."

Dean takes out a phone that's clearly not his. This one is pink with jewels on the back of it.

"Did you steal her phone?" you ask.

"Yeah. Let's see who she was booty calling when we pulled up."

Dean presses the redial option and places it on speakerphone so you all can hear.

"Thank you for calling the Lincoln Motel. Can I help you?"

Dean hangs up once he knows where she's going. You three pile into the car and Dean speeds off to the motel that's not far from the abandoned farm.

"So, what's this about me not being ready back there?" Dean asks as he drives.

"I'm -- I wasn't trying to start something, Dean. I was just saying, I thought that was the whole point of us taking a break. You know?"

"I get that, and there are no worries there. What about you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you ready?"

"Why wouldn't I be ready?" Sam asks defensively.

"Lester."

"Lester? Are you serious?"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to stay something either." You roll your eyes but keep quiet in the back seat. "I'm just saying, maybe we oughta talk about that."

"There's nothing to talk about."

"Okay."

"Okay."

There is a moment of uncomfortable silence before Dean continues.

"I just figured, since we're opening up veins that maybe you'd want to talk about the guy who you made sell his soul."

"The guy you then killed, right? I mean, that's the same guy we're talking about?"

"I was a demon."

"Oh, you were a demon? Oh, I didn't realize that," Sam says sarcastically.

"Hey, man, Lester was gonna pay for that soul shake sooner or later. So, technically, it's still on you."

"What do you want from me, Dean? I'm not happy about it, okay? I needed to find you. So if I had to bend a few rules--"

"You mean 'go dark'."

"Sure. Label it if you want."

"Look, I'm not complaining, okay? In fact, I'm doing just the opposite of complaining. Between Lester and the others..."

"There weren't others," Sam says defensively.

"Okay. Either way, maybe we both needed that time off." Dean looks at his brother who just rolls his eyes. "This is good."

"Yeah, okay."

"You do know how pathetic you two sound, right?" you speak up. "Who cares if you were a demon or if you were looking for your brother? You're both terrible people."

"Like you're any better," Dean says.

"Oh, I am. I'm not the one who murdered dozens because I wanted to. Man, it feels good to finally see you two in a new light. There is nothing appealing about either of you. You're both whining and complaining about how you can't do a simple hunt. Boo hoo. Life is tough. Get a helmet. At least stop talking about it," you scoff.

Sam and Dean look at each other and decide not to comment on this. The rest of the drive is spent in silence. Dean pulls up to the motel and parks in a spot where he can watch the rooms through the three mirrors on his car. That's where you three stay for the rest of the night until sunup. No one of interest comes in and out of the motel so Sam goes inside the lobby area to talk to the worker.

"Alright," Sam says when he returns to the car, "the clerk says a blonde rolled into room three just before sunup."

"Was she alone?"

"He thinks so."

The door to room three opens and a blonde petite woman leaves the room. Kate locks the door and walks down the sidewalk, careful not to bring any attention to herself.

"She's on the move," Dean says.

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For the prompts, 16 with Legend?

16: what a jerk

Hey don't cry, Ao3 is no longer down drabble prompts

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It started innocent enough. Warriors had been around the others long enough to know their tells. Habits. The way they moved and talked. He didn't become a Captain, and a damn good one too, if he hadn't known how to figure out his comrades. When Legend started poking fun at Four, nobody batted an eye. Four had that look on his face that made it clear he was annoyed, but not offended. He didn't need defending, he was taking the verbal strikes with dignity and a spark of humor in his eye.

Legend, Warriors knew, everyone in their group knew, wasn't poking fun to be mean. That was was just how he talked. He said things bluntly, and exactly how it was on his mind, not often realizing how harsh or cruel his words and actions are until he got called out on it.

Four could defend himself. All it would take was a simple "Vet, back off," and Legend would immediately begin apologizing genuinely.

So no one was batting an eye. No one was rising to Four's defence. No one was calling Legend a bully, not anymore. Not after getting to know him and the kindness he held under layers of trauma; all of them hid things under layers of trauma after all. For Legend, it was softness. Asking Legend to be naturally soft would be like asking a fire to not naturally burn.

However, everyone heard it when a young hylian woman walking with her friends in the busy market street turned to her friends, a glare in her eyes, and said a bit too loudly, "what a jerk."

Legend immediately went stiff. His face going pale and his ears red.

He shut his mouth with a click, and rushed up ahead of the group before anyone could react.

Four glared at the woman. "Hey! Mind your business!"

Her face opened in shock, her friends rushing to defend her while Hyrule looked ready to tear throats out. Warriors trusted Time and Twilight to handle the group and make sure any... unheroic scuffles... didn't happen, so he picked up his own stride to catch up with Legend. Poor guy tried to pick up his pace but Warriors had the longer legs.

"Tell smithy I'm sorry. I don't want to talk about it," Legend said the moment it became apparent that he wasn't going to lose Warriors simply by walking fast.

"You don't have to talk about it," Warriors replied. "But you also don't have to be sorry."

Legend gave something between a scoff and a growl. "Don't have to be sorry..." he muttered like the words were dirt. "I was insulting him for no reason. Goddesses Warriors, why was I insulting him? I know he doesn't like being poked at for his height or treated like a child and yet I was doing just that and I-" he finished with a snarl, bringing his hands to the roots of his hair and pulling at it. "Why the fuck am I like this? I didn't even realize until that woman..."

"Vet," Warriors said, grabbing Legend by the shoulder and stopping them both mid step. Legend made a half-hearted attempt to pull himself out of the grasp, but ultimately surrendered with a glare. "If you were offending any of us, we would have told you. Smithy would have told you. You know this."

Ugly confliction screwed up Legend's expression until he looked down at his boots, refusing to look at Warriors. "I know. Doesn't change anything. Just because you all have gotten used to me doesn't change that I'm... a jerk. A stick in the mud. Debby downer. A bully... all those fun words." His voice was barely above a whisper. "You all are kind, but other people, normal people, don't see me the way you do."

"Um, excuse me, sir," a feminine voice cut in. Legend stiffened while Warriors turned with a raised eyebrow. The woman, the one who had spoken up, stood a good few steps away, looking properly reprimanded with Four standing smugly behind her. "I'm... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed."

"It's fine," Legend said tensely.

She nodded, cleared her throat, then retreated back to her friends who were looking at Hyrule like he was about to jump out at them.

Warriors laughed and clapped Legend on the back. "The world doesn't have to see you the way we do all the time," he said, "we know you, and we'll stick up for you until it more parts of it does. We got your back, Vet."

Legend released a sigh, bringing the back of his hand up to the bottom of his eye and wiping. He sniffed, and kicked his boot in the dirt. "Stop getting sappy on me, Captain, it's gross... but thanks." He bit his lip.

Warriors bagan leading him back to the rest of the group. "Anytime, brother. Anytime."

[gatitties]

Cold & warm

─ Kageyama Tobio x fem!reader

─ Summary: It's a cold winter night and you fiend your friend outside

─ Warnings: none

istg kags is to cute- 🫂

"Kageyama?"

You murmured looking straight ahead, the silence was such that even though your voice came out too low he could hear you perfectly, his back immediately straightened, getting nervous around you, he wasn't used to dealing with girls, and he still hadn't gotten used to your help when he was on the court, after all, at Kitawaga Daiichi he never had a manager, and even though you and Kiyoko were here, you were more accessible for the simple fact that it was also your first year at Karasuno, that didn't take away his nerves at having to talk to you.

He tried to approach you in a friendly way, because he needed friends, he wanted friends, he had big trust issues after what happened in his old volleyball team, although little by little he started to open up to everyone on the team, it was like run up too steep a hill with you. He was always so nervous next to you without knowing why, it bothered him a little not knowing his reasons but he pushed it aside, his eyes met yours, struggling not to look away as he felt his cheeks get warm.

"Kageyama? What are you doing here so late?"

He really didn't even know it, he just had the impulse to leave his house after losing the last match, as if all his energy had recovered, wanting to train, to run and scream with all his broken heart in the face of defeat. And he went running in the middle of the night until he got tired, arriving at this beautiful park where he decided to stop for a few minutes until you saw him.

"I-I just- don't know?"

You chuckled at his answer, of course, you assumed his reasons for being here because you came from accompanying an euphoric Hinata that you found training while rearranging the school gym, these two idiots were just as predictable, even though the loss put them off for the first few days, you knew they'd fire up again immediately.

"What am I going to do with you two? so careless"

"Two…?"

"Yeah, you and Hinata, rather, I think that all first years are something."

He winced at the mention of the shorter one, still a bit bitter from his last fight with Hinata. You rolled your eyes at his shameless action, noticing how mist came out of his mouth, not only because of the high temperatures in winter but also because of his run, you shook your head disapprovingly when you saw how little warm he was, you immediately removed the scarf that protected you from the cold, raising your arms up to pass it over the head of the opponent, who was left white as paper and still as a rock by your actions.

"There, there, how do you intend to try to win if you catch a cold and can't play?"

"Thank you…"

"Don't worry about that, come on, I'll walk you home."

“I-I'm supposed to do that!

"Yes, you said it yourself, you're supposed to, but as a manager and a friend, I feel obliged to take care of you until you feel well."

"But I'm not sick…? I feel good."

"I didn't mean- you know what? It doesn't matter, just let me take care of you."

You started walking smiling to yourself, a smile that disappeared when you noticed that the boy didn't move from his place, still trying to understand that you meant to take care of him emotionally and not because he was physically injured or sick, you sighed backing up, taking his hand, giving a jerk that made his mind begin to return to the real world. He melted under your touch, getting nervous to have your hand in his, he tightened his grip almost imperceptibly, you didn't take much importance to the gesture, it was something else that made you talk again.

"Your hands are very cold."

You stopped, just like the boy's heart when he saw you take your other hand to the one he already had clasped, you rubbed it a little with a frown in concentration, Kageyama watched in silence as your hands passed your heat making his cold lessen, without thinking, he smiled genuinely, moving his free hand to rest on top of yours, making a four-handed sandwich. You shared a laugh at how stupid you looked in the middle of the street doing that, both of you with your cheeks slightly tinted red.

"Okay, they are not so cold anymore."

You nodded, letting go of his hands, however before you could undo your grip he pressed his palm against yours more, you looked at him for a brief moment, both of you running away from the other's gaze with some embarrassment. You continued like this in silence until you got to his house, at the door he slowly undid his grip, scratching the back of his neck without knowing how to say goodbye, because he didn't want to. He was spending time with you and it was nice, not as awkward as he usually made it, but he couldn't keep you when it was so late, nor did he has the courage to invite you into his house.

"I guess we parted ways here."

"Y-yes."

Cursing himself for stuttering, avoiding your gaze, he fake-coughed, turning to walk to the driveway of his house, but before he could enter the path that led to the front door you tugged on his arm, he turned around in complete confusion, without time to react to what had happened.

"Good night Kageyama!"

You moved quickly, planting a small kiss on his cheek, running away with your heart pounding wildly against your ribcage, leaving the boy paper white again, his brain not taking in the information until his mother opened the door.

"Tobio honey, if you stay there you're going to end up with a cold, oh my god, even you're all red, come on, come on, get in."

"I'm fine mom!"

"Really? Well then, who was the girl who accompanied you?"

"N-nobody."

"And whose scarf is that? I don't remember you having any like it, you should give it back to your girlf-"

"MOM!"

He fled from the living room to his room, hiding half of his face in your scarf, he smelled the aroma emanating from it, turning beet red again thinking of you, he buried his face in his pillow, still with the scarf reminding him of your person, he inadvertently smile thinking that he was starting to warm up to you.

[kiribread]

Headcannon time?! >:)))

so uh since it's been a while since I've actually drawn edgeshot I thought I would do some general headcannons on him! I did a similar post to this when I had JUST started posting and may've done another one like it so if any of these sound familiar that's why.

Some slight manga spoilers ahead

I'm pretty sure it's obvious that's he's on the introvert side of things but I also feel like he's a huge people pleaser by nature.

Before he gave me a daddy issues now he just gives me general parent issues and undiagnosed autism

Emotionally absent mom perhaps?

He could be in a room for like 5 minuets with someone and can pretty accurately diagnose them with whatever mental/physical problem they have and encourage them to get treatment for it but he's one of those guys that refuses to get treated himself

Workaholic

a mom/therapist friend tm

I feel like he got really good grades in school (mainly for the academic validation) and even went to college

He went to college for some sort of medical training probably something like paramedics or ER doctor

While in high school him interning under Recovery girl gives me life <3333

During his 3rd year I could see him taking over for Recovery girl on occasion so she could have a well deserved break

Also, I don't know why but for some reason he gives me oopsy single dad vibes? Like a random baby that he knew nothing about showing up on his door step like" 🧍‍♂️ ok."

He loves that lil girl to death in back though <33333

He always knew he wanted kids in the future so he was pretty happy despite him thinking it was too early for him to be a dad (I'm thinking he was about 19-21 when this happened.)

He does feel pretty guilty often since he can't spend as much time with her as he would like to due to work (this didn't mix well with being a workaholic)

The decision to become a hero was a last second decision on his part he originally wanted to be a full time doctor

What could've changed his mind could be that he either was or he saved someone and inspired him to at least give it a try

I also think he could've considered therapy as a possible option as well

while he was genuinely impressed with Kamui woods during that raid with it being one of the main reasons for the team up one of the other main reasons was that he was a little lonely and thought he be a cool friend <3333. The only reason anyone knows that is bc he got hit by some confession quirk on duty... Kamui cried.

Him and mt lady i feel like sass eachother a lot.

Also probably help straighten her out a bit more.

Was perfectly ok with leaving the media up to mt lady. (Neither him or kamui were particularly fond of doing so.)

Definitely a good cook

I could just be biased bc i like salmon but i feel like he makes some GOOD salmon dishes.

Also definitely eats very healthy.

Won't pass up a good pizza though.

Before I thought that he'd be a huge naruto fan but now I think it'd be hilarious if everyone assumes he is but in reality he never seen a single episode.

He was thinking of watching it but got spoiled on pretty much the entire plot so he decided against it.

He met jeanist when jeanist noticed Edgeshot patching up his jacket during lunch time.

It was jeanist's idea to start the textiles club and Edgeshot was just dragged right along with it.

Many shenanigans happen there.

Edgeshot overall is pretty artsy and likes to try a bit of everything.

He particular likes pen & ink, ceramics, and digital art.

Also enjoys trying other hobbies out like gardening and hiking.

Participated in gymnastics till he got to ua were he used it to train.

Was really good at it but didn't care for the competition part of it.

used to be super cuddly as a kid but has moved away from that and is now picky of who touches him.

People he is close to he does allow them to snuggle up with him.

Likes flattening himself like a blanket and cuddling with people then.