#so if you know where bikini james comes from. good for you. and if you don't. sucks to suck

[g1rld1ary]

lifeguard!james x reader

cw: reader is HORNY sorry guys (i'm on my period I can't be held accountable), swearing, excessive sexual innuendos, implied fem!reader but no pronouns I think

part 2

wc: 1055

you'd always been a strong swimmer, but merlin maybe you'd be ok with water in your lungs if the new lifeguard would put his mouth on yours to get it out. lily snorted when you voiced that thought, but you weren't going to apologise.

the new lifeguard was hot, and you were pretty sure it wasn't part-of-the-job-description-hot (though the swim shorts and seat up in the lifeguard's tower was certainly helping), he literally looked like a greek god, brown skin and dark inky curls that you wanted desperately to tug on. suddenly it wasn't just the pool that was wet...

the public pool was your staple with the girls, it had been since you were kids. it was pretty much the only way to stay cool in your shitty town, and the summers only seemed to get hotter as you got older. you'd never seen this boy before though, and you probably wouldn't be surprised if he'd literally descended down from heaven.

you tried to tune into their gossip, reaching for another ice lolly from the ice box, grinning when you got your favourite flavour. you nodded at whatever mary was saying about the party sirius was throwing in a few weeks; she had a new slinky dress she was dying to wear but was weighing up whether there were going to be enough fit boys there for it to be worth wearing. gazing across the pool distractedly, you happened to catch the lifeguard's eye, rolling your eyes when he sent you a cheeky wink. so he knows he's hot you thought, shifting your weight in the beach chair.

you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of openly ogling him, sliding the oversized sunglasses down your face until he couldn't see your eyes, contributing your thoughts on mary's plight.

when you caught the lifeguard stealing glances at you you couldn't help your delight, satisfied it wasn't a one-way attraction. plus, it was summer, you could afford to have some fun. you sucked on your ice lolly, loving the way his eyes kept darting back between you and the swimmers he was supposed to be watching. when you were sure you had his attention you let the treat sit on your lips, accidentally letting a few droplets of syrup roll down your chin, continuing their journey down your chest and beneath your bikini top.

at the boy's bright red flush you couldn't contain a smirk, loving the way it contrasted with his deep tan. by now your friends had caught on to your little show, all giggling as they watched teenage sexual frustration in action.

"you are such a slag," marlene scoffed, but you could see her amused smile behind it. you just shrugged, continuing to command the boy's attention with the popsicle. none of the boys you knew were half decent compared to the mysterious new lifeguard, why shouldn't you give him a proper welcome to town?

the fuss had died down after a while, all four of you quietening down as you tanned. you were almost drifting off into a sun-induced sleep when an unfamiliar voice spoke from near the pool.

"are all the girls around here this fit, or did I just get lucky?" you cracked one eye open to see the lifeguard standing between your four deck chairs, but his eyes were locked on yours. a glance to your right showed the rest of your friends sitting up to greet him, giggling in the way you all knew was because he was totally fit.

"does that usually work?" lily asked and you snorted a laugh, lying back down to continue your tan (and maybe so he got a good view of your underboob).

"it's never hurt," the boy said, surprisingly good-natured.

"where did you come from?" mary redirected, and you listened with interest despite your appearance.

"i'm from up north. my family just moved here and I already had the qualification, so I figured it wouldn't be a bad way to spend the summer while I had no friends." your friends made a noise at that, asking more questions about him. you were surprised at his seemingly honest friendliness, most of the guys you knew would rather die than come off dorky and friendless, but when it was this boy it seemed endearing.

"i'm james, by the way," he said, and the girls all introduced themselves as you remained silent, content to listen and lay in the sun.

as late afternoon sun began to run low you started to pack your things, dazed and content from your sunbathing. you made quiet conversation with lily about dinner plans, pulling up your denim cutoffs around your hips.

james caught up to your group as you were leaving the public pool.

"it was nice meeting you girls today, will I see you around more often this summer?" mary answered for the lot of you, confirming you visited more often than not on hot days.

"shit else to do," you added with a small laugh.

"i didn't catch your name?" james replied, leaning against the wire fence, giving you ample opportunity to admire the way his bicep flexed under his weight. were your knees weak or did you have sunstroke?

"i didn't throw it." a smile played on your lips, and your periphery caught lily turning to leave, knowing your game too well. james looked genuinely shocked for a fleeting moment, then covered it with a playful groan, miming a knife twisting in his stomach.

"you wound me!" he cried, "i burn, i pine, i perish!"

"alright there, shakespeare," you laughed, somewhat put off by the reference, but not deterred -- you could do brains, "you heard mary, you'll see me around. guess you'll just have to earn it." james brightened at that, the thought of a challenge evidently exciting him.

"oh sweetheart, just wait till you're riding my surfboard."

"that was horrendous," you said, fighting embarrassingly hard to keep from smiling.

"oh come on," he grinned, running a hand through his mop of curls, "not worthy of your name?"

"not a chance in hell." you gave him one last look over -- something he was positively delighted about -- before turning on your heel to catch up with your friends, brushing off their teasing as you thought of the hot new lifeguard you'd be visiting the pool for.

ok im lowkey obsessed with lifeguard!james rn so if u have any requests please send them over bc I would love to write more for him

[yrluvjane]

I like dbf!james Imagine your staying at his house over the summer to baby sit harry and that's when the affair start.

If your comfortable with smut

Maybe he has a thing for seeing you be good with his kid. So he start fantasizing about having a kids with you

Another request: i love the concept of James and the beach. So my idea is dbf!James is trying to discreetly eye you in a bikini and trying to keep dirty thoughts at bay on a family trip

It all started the day he had asked your father if he'd known someplace he could find a babysitter who would be interested in sitting Harry for a month or so just until the summer holidays ended. Harry was six and had the energy of a tractor, tackling everything in his path.

And though James had some form of experience of this thanks to his job, Harry always managed to make it seem as though criminals couldn't run properly.

So here you were, a week later sitting on his couch, cross-legged, watching a cartoon with Harry. His son's eyes trained on the colourful screen where it displayed a race of talking cars, while yours were travelling between the screen and your freshly painted nails.

And then there was James, sitting in the kitchen nursing a warm mug of tea, his eyes fixed on you. He raises the mug to his lips and watches as you whisper something to Harry.

The younger boy shoots her a confused look before nodding and turning back to the TV.

You ruffle his hair and sigh as you get up and make your way towards James. You shoot him a smile as you move around him and lean over to reach the cupboard. Your shorts rise at action, giving James a very small view of your bum.

James downs the rest of mug's content before moving over to help you. "What is it do you need?" "I need one of those plastic cups for Harry. I'm going to pour him some juice." You state turning to face him with a huff. James nods and cages you between him and the counter, easily reaching for the blue cup.

He meets your flushed face with a grin and hands you the cup, taking a step back. He grabs his mug and places it in the sink watching as you stuttered a 'thank you' and walked away. "Uhm, James?" you call and he immediately faces you with an arch of his brow. "Yes, love?"

"I promised Harry I'd take him to the beach, wanna come with?" You ask and James' lips break into a wide smile as he nods. It's a terrible idea cause he knows that if he did go, you would be the only thing on his mind.

And his earlier self was right, cause James now sat like a perv watching you play with his son. He's eyes focused on you every time you stood in the water; the suit sticking to every curve and inch of your body.

He was mesmerized by your beauty and your softness. He imagined moving his hand up your arm to your shoulder and then down across your chest to cup one of your breasts, feeling its weight against his palm. The thought almost made him want to moan out in the open. With a quick flick of his wand, James raised a privacy ward around him preventing anyone from seeing or hearing his actions.

He imagined you gasping, chest rising sharply as your breath caught in your throat, gently squeezing your breast, running his thumb over your nipple and feeling it harden in response. His hand fell into his pants as a pleasurable haze began to overtake his body.

Sliding his fingers down your stomach, his other hand finding it's way to your inner thigh. Teasing you as he ran his fingers up the curve of your thighs and pressing against your heat. Hearing your loud, intoxicating moans as his fingers entered you without resistance. Your body arching into his touch as he explored your depth and limits. Moving his fingers in and out of you, controlling every ounce of your pleasure as his own bubbled. The sounds of surrounding families blurred as he imagined what it would feel like to have your walls quiver around him.

Stopping as he felt you start to reach the edge, getting on his knees to take you in his mouth, hearing your whimpers and begs as he ignored your throbbing sex and teased you through small kisses against the flesh of your lower belly. His tongue finding its way around your curves and lapping at your arousal, pushing your pleasure to even greater heights.

To feel your body start to tense and shake as drove you closer to your climax. Watching as you orgasmed around his tongue, losing your sense of direction as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over you. Entering you, even after being completely fucked out, your head thrown back as you parted your thighs for him, so that he could position himself between them, pushing deep into you until you couldn't fathom whether you wanted him to stop or keep going. Coming in you until someday you're all big and swollen with his child.

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Thought I'd make up for the shitty writing on the Sirius one with this :) For the original anon of this ask i am so sorry, I've realised now that this not may have been what you wanted but i do have another ask which maybe what your asking for so I'll try to write it as quick as possible if you want to send in another ask with same plot it's totally fine with me.

[thelovelyruin]

10 𝖏𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖗𝖗 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖙.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 : nanami x fem reader (celebrity au!)

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 : being married to a celebrity comes with more than what you expected.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 : angst with a happy ending, smut, porn with plot, vaginal sex, oral sex, choking, praise, pet names (good girl and pretty), love, teasing, fingering, edging, overstimulation, mentions on stress and anxiety, arguing, stalking? (from paparazzi), hate sex, breakup sex, established relationship

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖙 : 3.1k

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 : inspired by lyrics from 10 james orr street by strawberry switchblade.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoy it, if so, follow me for more. au revoir!

18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT

A note dropped through the door, tells us to go, but I know that you will tell them to go somewhere else.

You walk in front of Nanami now, your security guards trying to escort you two into your Hollywood Hills home. Camera flashes blind you as you attempt to walk to the front door, but one particular asshole decides to get in front of you both to take a photo. That was the last straw for Nanami.

“Give me that damn camera. You think it’s okay to take pictures of people on their property? I’ll get you arrested, motherfucker!”

Nanami took the camera and threw it on your stone driveway, destroying it. He realized at that moment that his actions would result in even more drama for the news to exploit. He could see it now, "Kento Nanami gone crazy, commits vandalism". You guys finally reach the door, the security guards open it for you as you rush in, Nanami slamming the door shut behind the two of you.

Because you know that I want to stay in this house forever, I don't want to ever leave.

It all started when you and Nanami decided to go public with your engagement. His fans were shocked, considering you guys kept your dating lowkey, but once you agreed to marry him, Nanami thought it would be appropriate to let the world know you were about to be Mrs. Nanami. Then, there was the wedding, which thankfully you had in Greece, meaning less paparazzi, but more of them waiting for the newlywed's arrival back home. All you could do was prepare for the change that came with being Nanami’s wife.

For a while, you were hiding out in Nanami’s second home in Bel Air, but why were you hiding? Because you wanted to go on a simple trip to the beach with Mei Mei last month. You went onto social media that night and endlessly scrolled through posts of people commenting on your bikini-clad body. She’s gained weight. She’s getting thinner. It’s like they couldn’t make up their fucking minds. Then there was the next week when you and Nanami walked the red carpet for his new movie premiere. You were absolutely stunning, at least that’s what your husband and friends told you, but you felt anything but. Being overstimulated by the camera flashes, you let go of Nanami’s arm before you could get overwhelmed, in which he didn’t force you because he was aware of your intentions. Oh, but you were so stupid for that. Constant break-up rumors hit the internet, and that was a hot topic. So much so, Wendy fucking Williams featured you on her show. Humiliated, Nanami decided you should stay home for a while to let things cool off, and of course, you couldn’t listen.

How could I ever live in another? This is where I want to be.

You walk towards the kitchen, grabbing a drink of water to decompress as Rob and the other escorts work on closing every curtain in the house. Nanami, obviously furious, walks to the living room, grabbing the TV remote. He turns it onto TMZ, where they’re talking about you out for lunch at Cecconi’s in West Hollywood earlier today.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I give you one fucking rule, don’t leave the damn house without me!”

“Kento, I-”

“Then, not only do you leave without me, you leave without an escort. Anything could’ve happened to you!”

The next clip shows you throwing your middle finger up to an undercover paparazzi taking pictures of you while you were eating, causing Nanami to begin pacing about the living room.

“And that, what the fuck is that? You’re practically begging to get bombarded with negative articles.”

You fix your face into a fit and walk up to Nanami in the living room, slamming your things down on the table, you two yelling at this point.

“Negative articles, that’s what you’re worried about? Excuse me, MR. BIG TIME MOVIE STAR, I didn’t mean to go outside to take a breather and spend time with myself. ALONE. ”

“That’s not what I’m saying and you know it. I could care less about what they say about me, I’m trying to protect you! Every fucking thing I’ve done has been to protect you!”

“I’m tired of this shit, what did you want me to do? Smile for the fucking picture while I chow down on my fucking ravioli?”

Nanami sighs and wipes his hand down his face, walking up to you and grabbing your hands in his.

“You know what? I’m tired of this shit too. Trust me when I say I love you, but I can’t have you going through this constantly. We should get a divorce.”

At that moment, you felt your entire world crashing. Your house began falling apart brick by brick, the curtains were burning, and the floor was crumbling. You throw his hands out of yours, pacing back and forth with your hands in your hair. Long story short, you were losing your shit.

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do. It’s the only way-”

You know that there won't be a high wall I can’t climb and find the things that I find.

“Kento, you’re not serious. You’re not fucking serious right now. Is it because I didn’t listen to you? I’m sorry, okay? I should’ve stayed put and waited for you or Rob to take me out.”

“It’s not that simple. You’ve been harassed for weeks on end, just for fucking breathing at this point. I can’t keep seeing you hurt.”

“I can go back to Bel Air and hide out there again. I’ll stay there as long as you need me to!”

“So they can follow you there? And then what, hm? We have to move you all over again? No, we get a divorce and then my fans and the media will leave you alone.”

“But, baby, I, just please…”

“I’M NOT ARGUING WITH YOU ANYMORE. Start packing your things and Rob and the others will help you move them out. I’ll get you an apartment in Soho, but you’ll have to wear a disguise for a while. I won’t be seeing you anymore, it’s for your own good. ”

 I'll have to leave them where they are, I don't want to go far.

And with that, you begin to cry. Grabbing your purse off the table, you wipe away your tears and run towards the grand staircase, throwing your MACH & MACH heels over the balcony. Nanami hears the sound of your heels hitting the floor, rushing to the lower landing to ensure your well-being, only to be met with your clothes being thrown over the balcony at him.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Throwing all of the shit you bought for me out! Keep all of this shit, I don’t want it anymore.”

“Oh, don’t be such a goddamn cunt about this. You know I fucking love you.”

You stand at the top of the balcony, looking him in his eyes as you throw your rolex over the edge, diamonds scattering all over the floor below.

“Fuck you.”

A tear-stained pillow doesn't seem to help me, I can't make you change your mind.

You begin to grab your cosmetics out of the master bathroom, frustratedly dropping toothpaste and lotion bottles amidst your tirade. You run back into your separate closet, scouring the shelves for a bag big enough to hold your clothes, but alas, you realize your efforts were in vain when all you find are your Birkins. Pacing about the room, looking for the clothes you had before you met Nanami. Then you remember, you have your Goyard duffle in his closet, which as much as you hated it, you were gonna have to use. Walking across the hall, you see Nanami coming up midway on the staircase. You chuckle a bit, running to the closet to grab the duffle before he can stop you. Unfortunately for you, when you turn around to exit the room, Nanami stands in the doorway.

I look through my window and I see all I want to, how can I leave it all behind me now?

“What the fuck are you doing?”

You push by him, pissing him off even further. You’re walking back to your closet now, Nanami closely behind.

“What do you mean, Kento? I’m packing my things.”

“No, you’re going on a rampage!”

As you walk into the master bedroom again, you get a glimpse of the backyard through the window, memories of you and Nanami dancing on the patio together and friends coming over for discrete cookouts. And now here you are, leaving it all because he was picking his fans over his wife.

I've done all I can do, I want to stay here.

“A rampage? Bitch, I can show you a rampage.”

With that, you walk back into your closet, throwing clothes off hangers as he stands in the doorway, scorching with anger. Every piece of clothing you throw, Nanami picks up and places in a pile on the bed, presumably to organize later. In revolt, you walk out into the bedroom, throwing them back on the floor again.

“The fuck are you doing?”

“The fuck am I doing? You mean, the fuck are YOU doing?”

This could be my home forever, but you say I can't come back ever.

You walk up to Nanami, glaring up at him, considering he was much taller than you (not to mention his bigger frame).

“You tell me you want a divorce, how do you expect me to react? Be a good little wife and kiss your ass, ‘Oh, Kento, I understand.’ Then you must be fucking DELUSIONAL!”

Picking up the clothes from the bed, you begin throwing them at him.

“You ungrateful motherfucker… I BUILT THIS HOUSE, ME! I picked the goddamn floorplan and the furniture and everything? Who do you think manages things around here when…you’re off shooting another movie…or screenwriting another TV show? Me, you asshole! You get to come home and relax after working, and what do I get?... Harassed by your…fucking…fans…because you’re too scared…to tell them to FUCK OFF!”

You don't know just how much I wish I could stay in this house forever… 

In a swift motion, Nanami comes over to where you’re standing on the other side of the room, grabbing the back of your neck and kissing you roughly. At first, you try to push him off, but eventually, you give in. You know you can’t resist him, not when he’s kissing you like he’s gonna eat you alive. He quickly brings his hands up to lift your legs off the floor, wrapping them around his waist as he drops you on the bed, much too frustrated to be gentle with you. And that’s where the love bites come in, licking and sucking at your neck like some kind of animal and it just feels so good. Especially when he brings his hand up to your tits, pulling your shirt down to release your breasts, expeditiously putting one in his mouth, rubbing your nipple between his tongue and teeth. You push him back, leaving him in an upright position where he has the perfect view of you. Frantically, you begin making work of his button-up, and when you get caught on the top button, he rips his damn shirt off. But who cares right? What’s another $300 shirt? He makes it quick when he pulls your shirt off of you, then your shorts, and finally, flips you onto your stomach so he can unstrap your bra. His lips are back on you now, licking and sucking his way down your back, breathing down your spine as you let out soft moans into the pillow. He stops at your panties, bringing the fabric of your thong between his teeth as he brings his fingers up to hook under the strap. He rips them off, which was the least of your concerns, especially when your husband is lifting your lower body up so that you’re on your knees.

…I don't want to ever leave.

Nanami pulls you closer to him, hooking his arms under your legs to bring you close to his face. And then, well, he goes to town. His tongue starts to pump in and out of your pussy, hearing the mewls and squeals you’re trying to hide in the pillow. He pulls his tongue away, watching you squirm and whimper for it to come back.

“Stop moaning in to the pillow, I wanna hear you, baby.”

“Oh, I thought I wasn’t your ‘baby’ anymore?”

He’s angry, bringing his face down to eat you again, and he’s fucking amazing at it, making you feel like a virgin with how fast your orgasm was coming. He’s got your clit now, sucking at the bud like there’s no tomorrow. And you’re a mess, moaning his name into the air and gripping your fingers into the bedding. Nanami bring his hands up over your legs to massage your ass, gripping and slapping the skin and he swears he’s fallen in love with you all over again. 

You’re nearly at the end now, that fire burning inside you and Nanami’s tongue being the damn gasoline. Sure, you were still mad at him, but currently, all you could think about was the way he was fucking his tongue into you, lapping your juices up happily, dedicated to making you cum on his face. And that’s exactly what you did. As your body began to jerk, he brought your pussy closer to his face, so close that it was suffocating him, but who cares if he couldn’t breathe? His pretty little wife was cumming so lovely on his lips, to which he drank up, fully indulging your essence. As you were coming down, your body turned to mush and you sank into the bed, but that didn’t stop Nanami from continuing.

“Ken, I can’t…”

“I know you can, pretty girl. Give me one more.”

How could I ever live in another?

Overstimulated and spent, you come down from your second orgasm, but you knew Nanami wasn’t done with you. He quickly pulled you to the end of the bed, pumping his fingers inside you to prepare you for his dick, which he was pulling out of his pants. Your mind was still fuzzy, because you hadn’t even heard his belt fall to the floor, or his pants, or his boxers, or his watch, or his chain. Well, you woke up pretty damn fast when you felt him slowly sink into you. You swear you died in that moment, drowning in lust as Nanami parted your pussy like the red sea. But now, he was teasing you, moving his hips at a terribly slow pace, and to be frank, it was pissing you off.

“Kento…”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Please, just fuck me already!”

“If you insist, dear.”

You’re beginning to wish you hadn’t said that. Nanami started fucking you at a dangerous pace, bouncing you back onto his dick just to slam his hips back into you again. His hands were on your hips now, fucking you deeper and harder, making you moan gibberish into the air. He brings a hand up to slap your ass, reveling in the sound of it smacking against his stomach. He laughs a bit as you moan with every slap.

“Look at you, such a brat earlier, and now you’re falling apart on my dick.”

“Fuck you.”

“Trust me I am.”

Immediately, Nanami halts, pulling up your upper half, his hand gripping your shoulder as he begins fucking the shit out of you. If you thought you were going mad before, it was definitely happening now. All you can say is his name as he drills his dick into you, hand around your throat as he makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. You can tell he’s close from the way he’s panting and moving at a more rhythmic pace. He lets your shoulder go slowly, bringing your body back down to meet the sheets. One hand on your side and the other gripping the bed, he lowers down to your face, sucking on your neck as he fucks into you deep and slow. His face is nuzzling in your neck and hair, taking in your scent as he hears you moan and groan at the pace of his hips. You’re so close and Nanami knows too, that’s why he’s fucking that spot in you that has you throwing your head back and losing yourself on his dick.

“C’mon baby, give it to me. I wanna feel you cum for me.”

That was it for you, body spasming from your third orgasm. You ride it out as you feel Nanami fill you up, groaning and whimpering your name into your ear, sucking the skin there and panting.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl. My pretty little wife.”

This is where I want to be.

Nanami falls to your side, groaning sadly as he pulls his dick out of you. Both of you stare at the ceiling now, panting like you ran a marathon. He looks over at you and then gets up to go to the bathroom, you hear him organizing something as you remember you pretty much moved like a tornado in the bathroom trying to pack your things. Shortly, he come out with a washcloth in hand, cleaning you up while you squirm from overstimulation. He cleans himself and throws it into the hamper in the bathroom, walking back to you on the bed and lays down. He pulls his arm around you and you can’t bring yourself to take it off of you. 

“I’m gonna get you more security and tint the windows on the Ghost, the Aventador too. We should probably get you therapy too for all the stress and anxiety this has given you. I’ll have Alexandra fix your things back in the closet and I’ll take you to replace the damaged items. I’m gonna talk to my manager and see if he can organize paying some of the snappers to fuck off, I’ll be going on to my socials to tell my fans to relax. Can’t keep fucking with my girl.”

As he kisses your forehead, you feel yourself exhausted, lying on Nanami’s chest as you fall asleep. He nuzzles his face in your hair, holding your hand and rubbing his finger against the 4-carat diamond ring that adorned it. There’s no way he could leave his pretty little wife.

You know that I don't want to go.

♱ the song used in this story is 10 james orr street by strawberry switchblade. 🖤

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[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine being a Hufflepuff, and dating Remus Lupin.

“I’m happy for you mate, you know I am,” Sirius said, leaning into Remus as his friend was watching you splash around in the lake with Lily. It was a gorgeous day, nearing towards the end of the school year, and you were finally getting to relax after submitting the last of your assignments. “But if you don’t help me with this essay like you said you would, McGonagall is going to mount my pretty ass in her office for the world to see.”

“Why don’t you ask James?” Remus said, not being able to take his eyes off your smile. He was keeping your cloak dry for you, the unfamiliar yellow edges symbolizing you were a Hufflepuff looked even brighter next to the red of his own Gryffindor ones. “He finished his.”

“Because Lily is a bikini, you bloody idiot,” Sirius groaned dramatically. “He’s practically dead to the world.”

“Hmmm?” Remus asked, not really listening, Sirius’s voice going in one ear and out the other. “Yeah I’ll uhh - I’ll help you later. Watch our stuff?” He got up from where he was sitting, unable to resist the call of you beckoning him from the water and insisting that the water was fine.

Sirius sighed. “At least I’ve got you, right Pe-” He turned to look at the only non-lovestruck friend that he had, only to find that the shorter blonde boy was up the tree, climbing over a branch and cannoballing into the lake, making everyone inside of it laugh.

“Come on, don’t be so serious,” You called out teasingly, wrapping your arms around Remus, showing him love and affection despite the scars that he was insecure about. “I’ll help you with your essay, Sprout showed me a good trick.”

“Damn your relaxed head of house,” Sirius said, but wouldn’t allow himself to be a spoil sport, casting a protection charm on all of your things and then running towards the water, ready to splash everyone within an inch of their life.

Requested by: @rachelcarroll1819​

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I wondered if he knew he was the first one to touch me like this. I couldn't resist him. Apparently, he could tell — and he enjoyed it, the power he held over me.

✦ summary: As Cliff's birthday party approaches, Dave and Nore deepen their relationship and feel the sexual tension between them growing stronger and stronger.

✦ on this chapter: dave mustaine x female oc, oc is cliff's cousin, nsfw, +18, language, slice of life, mentions of sex, no smut but almost, drinking, smoking, fluff, cliff being cliff (overprotective older cousin), lars being lars (a little shit but in an endearing way), james being a good friend, dave and oc completely in love with each other

✦ a/n: hello! so today i will finish posting the parts that are already on ao3 (parts 7 and 8). later tonight i will release part 9 (which hasn't been posted anywhere yet). after that, i will resume the posting schedule, with new chapters coming every wednesday and sunday. hope you like it, feedback is welcome! ❤

✧ if you love me, be my angel ✧

"Hey, Nore, how about a beach party?"

Cliff's question caught me off guard. I was chilling on the couch, reading a book he had loaned me. It had been a few weeks after I moved in, and after the usual moving tensions, I was starting to feel like I fit in like I’d never felt at home.

"When?"

"For my birthday, this weekend. Joe's folks have a sick beach house, and he's down to let us have the bash there. You coming?"

I grinned.

"Hell yeah, count me in. Wouldn't miss your birthday."

"Awesome. I'll give Lars the heads up and hit up Leanne," he flashed a smile.

"Have you told James and Dave?" I asked, and he shook his head. "I'll give 'em a heads up then."

"Sounds good. But grab me a beer on your way back."

I jumped up, leaving the book on the couch as I headed to the hallway. I breezed through the kitchen and snagged a beer can from the fridge before heading upstairs to Dave's room. I stopped at the door, catching sight of Dave chilling on the bed without a shirt, strumming his guitar, while James kicked back in a chair with a beer in hand. I admired the scene for a moment; when they weren't at each other's throats, those two actually got along pretty well.

"You should, man," James was saying when I arrived. "For real."

"Hey," I said, and they looked at me. Dave flashed a smile and got up.

“Hey, Nore," he said. "Wanna come in?"

"Oh, I didn't want to barge in. I just came to tell you that Cliff said he's having his birthday party at Joe’s this weekend."

"Damn, party at Joe’s! I'm in," James grinned. Dave glanced at him, and they seemed to reach a silent agreement. I watched, curious, as James quickly got up to leave. "I'll give Lars the heads up. Catch ya later, Nore."

"Uh, bye," I said, confused.

He checked out the clothes by the foot of the bed, grabbed a Sex Pistols t-shirt and quickly put it on, running a hand through his hair to fix it. He smiled. "Is that beer for me?"

"Well, it was Cliff's actually, but I'll get him another when I'm back. You can have it," I handed him the beer. He held my wrist, pulling me onto his lap, making me blush.

"So, you going?" he asked.

"Where?"

"Cliff's party."

"Oh, yeah. Are you?"

"Like I'd miss the chance to see my girlfriend rockin' a bikini," he said, flashing a smile and gently brushing my lower lip with his thumb. I blinked, confused, feeling my heart skip a beat.

"Your... girlfriend?" I whispered, puzzled. He let out a soft laugh, and I realized he was a bit flustered. That was definitely new, I thought. He was always so confident, even bordering on cocky. I hadn't seen this side of him before.

"You know, I was just talking to James. I know we said we'd take it slow... with all this stuff happening between us. But he thought it was a good idea, so..." He held my chin in his hand, making me look into his eyes. "I really like you. I think we should be together for real."

I blinked, my heart racing and a sense of happiness welling up in the pit of my stomach.

"You mean..."

"I want you to be my girlfriend, Nore," he said, then glanced away with a sheepish smile. "Of course, if you don’t want to..."

"Dave," I cut him off, placing my hand on his cheek. He always seemed to think that I wouldn't want to be with him, but how could I not? He made me feel accepted. He made me feel safe. He made me feel loved in a way I had rarely felt before. I felt my heart flutter as I answered him, "Of course, I want to."

He didn't say a word, just pulled me close into his lap, his lips meeting mine as he held me tightly in his arms. All I wanted was for him to devour every inch of me. Even in that moment, I could feel the electricity in the air that sparked when we touched, as if we couldn't bear to be apart for too long.

If that was love, then we were way past the point of no return.

There was no turning back.

And I didn't want there to be.

I wasn't sure whether we should tell Cliff and the others about our relationship. I was certain that Cliff would give me a hard time about it one way or another, but Dave convinced me:

"Hey, I'm not going to hide that you're my girlfriend. If we're going to be together for real, I want everyone to know."

Of course, after hearing that, I couldn't deny him anything.

"Come on," he said, taking my hand in his. I smiled as our fingers intertwined. "Let's find Cliff."

We didn't even have to go far. I jumped back in surprise when I opened the door and came face to face with a grinning Lars.

"Lars, what the hell is this?" I yelled. Taking a closer look, I saw Cliff and James leaning against the hallway wall, Cliff looking bored and James barely holding back his laughter.

"So, are you two a thing or what?" Lars asked.

"We're what?"

"Dating! Are you his girlfriend now or not?"

"Oh," I felt my face heat up. "We... Yeah. I am."

"Ha! I knew it!" Lars celebrated. James chuckled, and Cliff rolled his eyes.

"Wait. How did you know? And what are you three doing here?" Dave asked, furrowing his brow. "Were you spying on us or something?"

"I just told them you wanted some alone time with Nore," James explained himself. "The rest Lars figured out on his own, and he dragged us here to confirm."

"You sneaky bastard, Lars," I said, smiling in disbelief. "Unbelievable."

"Hey, I ain't to blame if you two are the most obvious couple in California," he answered, making everyone laugh. Dave wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close and planting a gentle kiss on my forehead, and I smiled as his embrace surrounded me.

A month ago, I could hardly imagine feeling so alive like this. Yet, here I was, living with my cousin, dating the guy I liked, and having new friends who truly cared about me.

I couldn't be happier.

The weekend of Cliff's party started off sunny, although a bit chilly, which got me excited. I woke up early and packed my swimsuit and everything I needed in a bag, then loaded it all into the borrowed van. James was loading the van with crates of beer when I arrived.

"Hey, are we good to go?" he asked.

"Not yet," I answered. "Lars and Dave are still asleep. Cliff left. I think he went to pick up Leanne."

"Yeah, he did. Just talked to me a sec ago before he split. But you know those two, they'll be running late 'cause they're busy fucking again," he chuckled. I laughed, feeling a bit awkward. "Hey, mind lending' a hand with this stuff?" he asked. I nodded and started helping him load up the van.

We were quietly working for a bit until he asked, "So, how's it going with, uh, you and him?"

"Him?" I questioned.

"Yeah, Dave," he clarified.

"Oh," I blushed, "It's going well."

He chuckled. I gave him a curious look.

"You blush so easily," he shrugged.

"It's not on purpose, I swear."

"Nah, but it's cute," he smiled, "Just don't tell Dave I said that. He might throw a punch at me... again. Looks like you're surrounded by some jealous dudes, huh?"

"That's not on purpose either," I chuckled, awkwardly.

I handed him the last crate of beers, and he placed it in the back of the van.

"I'll go fetch Lars. You should wake up Dave… Before Cliff shows up," he said, grinning.

I headed inside the house, quickly climbed the stairs, and hesitated at the door of Dave's room. I turned the knob and let out a soft giggle at how he was sprawled out asleep on the bed. I shut the door before stepping in and perched on the edge of the bed, giving his arm a gentle shake.

“Dave...?” I whispered. He turned in bed, opening his eyes amidst a mess of ginger hair, and smiled when he saw me.

"Hey," he said, taking my hand and kissing it, making me smile.

"Good morning."

"Come here," he said, shifting in bed, making room for me. I lay down beside him, and he pulled me into his arms. I nuzzled his chest, feeling comfortable in the warmth of the bed and his body. He kissed my forehead and breathed, "You're adorable, you know that?"

I blushed, wondering why he was being so affectionate. Maybe he was just sleepy, but it didn't matter — I loved it when he praised me.

He held me with one hand on my waist, pulling me close effortlessly as he buried his face in my neck, using his other hand to lift my leg and place it around his hip. I shivered as he kissed the base of my neck and then my collarbone. 

"Cliff left, didn't he?" he whispered, his lips against my skin.

"Yes," I whispered back, my heart racing. 

"So no one's going to bother us now?" I could feel his smile against my neck. 

"I hope not," I said, softly. 

He held me firmly, turning me in bed as if I weighed nothing, and rose, kneeling with his legs around my hips as he took off his shirt. I stared at him, his dark eyes in the dimness of the room, his hair a mess of curls; I could see in his gaze that he wanted to devour me right there.

I was completely surrendered to him.

He held my brown hair firmly in one hand, his lips meeting mine in a kiss as his tongue eagerly invaded my mouth, his other hand holding my hip vigorously as he pressed his hips against mine. I moaned in his kiss when I felt his erection against me, my heart racing as my whole body shivered. I wondered if he knew he was the first one to touch me like this. I couldn't resist him. Apparently, he could tell — and he enjoyed it, the power he held over me.

Dave moves his hips slowly against mine while his kisses trailed off to my neck again. I raised my legs, placing them around his waist and bringing him closer to me while his hand cupped my face softly. He lightly bit my neck as I held onto his arms, my nails digging into his skin as my breath quickened. 

"Dave..." I whispered. He pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes and smiling sweetly. I felt my face flush as he caressed my lower lip with his thumb, his brown eyes getting lost in my blue ones. In that moment, all I wanted was to stay in his arms forever. 

Of course, that's when we heard someone knocking on the door.

We froze, waiting. After a few seconds, the knocking repeated, followed by Cliff's voice. 

"Hey, you guys ready? We're already heading out." 

"Fuck," Dave growled, getting up and forcefully swinging open the door, revealing Cliff leaning against the frame in a relaxed position, holding a lit joint in his hand. "Damn it, Cliff! Why did you have to butt in now?"

"Oh, did I disturb something?" he asked, smirking with irony. 

"Yeah, you did. Everyone has to wait when you go to Leanne's place, but now you're busting in on us? Come on, man!" 

"Well, at least I don't make everyone late," Cliff answered, coldly. "Get dressed or I'll leave you behind. Hurry up, Nore."

I quickly got up and left the room, blushing as my eyes met Cliff's. He seemed to be enjoying my embarrassment, but I didn't say a word to him. I walked outside and got into the van, sitting next to Leanne with an annoyed sigh.

“Rough morning?” she asked with a smile.

"Thanks to Cliff, that moron," I grumbled. She let out a little chuckle. 

"He cares about you, you know?" 

"A bit too much." 

"Well, it's nice to have someone who looks out for you like that, isn't it?" she smiled. "So, what did he do this time, anyway?"

“Ruined the moment, like always.” I grumbled, feeling my face heat up. She laughed. 

"You and Dave were...?"

"No!" I blurted out, then buried my face in my hands, embarrassed.

"Okay, maybe... almost," I confessed. 

"Hey, think about it this way. At least you dodged the whole pregnancy scare thing, right?" 

I arched an eyebrow. Honestly, that hadn't even crossed my mind.

"Guess I should be thankful then," I mumbled, and she let out a soft chuckle.

James and Lars popped out of the house and hopped into the van. James took the driver's seat while Lars settled in the one right in front of us. 

"Morning, ladies," Lars greeted with a smirk. He glanced at me and snickered. "You know you've got a hickey on your neck, right?" 

I blushed, instinctively covering my neck with my hand but stayed silent.

Soon, Dave and Cliff showed up. Dave plopped down next to me, while Cliff squeezed in beside Lars, arms crossed. The atmosphere became slightly tense. Dave wrapped his arms around my shoulders as the two of them locked eyes in a tense stare-down.

I sighed. This trip was gonna be one hell of a ride.

[thefreakhouseband]

Welcome to the Freak House!

About Us

Audrey Arson

I'm the oldest of the band. I'm a bit of a self-proclaimed older sister to the others and I feel super protective of them. When I'm not making music with the band you can usually find me working on my comic or some other artistic pursuit. I'm a chronically exhausted college student. You can tell what songs I wrote by them having a more jazzy or melancholy tone to them or just being bat-shit off the walls insane. Some of my inspirations are MCR, Scene Queen, , Set It Off, and Demi Lovato (for some reason).

-Your resident garbage girl

Butchface

I’m that guy with the neon green hair in the blog’s pfp lol. pronouns are he/him, xe/xem/xyr, and it/its. I take a lot of influence from older punk rock and, surprisingly, country and folk music. my favorite bands are My Chemical Romance, Oingo Boingo, They Might Be Giants, The Cure, Talking Heads, Bikini Kill, Shilpa Ray, Black Sabbath, Rainbow, Iron Maiden, The Magnetic Fields, The Daniel Pemberton TV Orchestra, Lemon Demon, Man or Astro-Man, Radiohead (not in a pretentious way, I swear), Will Wood, Creedence Clearwater Revival… oh boy, there’s a lot. I like music! I tend to disappear at unpredictable intervals due to chronic pain/fatigue and parental restrictions, but I always come back. I like writing songs about things I’m passionate about, which is often personal, sometimes political, and every now and then a ballad about freaky-looking deep sea creatures. or weevils. I keep my dad’s old stenobook by my bedside to write lyrics in - he wrote lyrics for the Panama City punk bands he was in in 1990-ish in there, and I figured I could put it to good use again after all these years. he’s cool with it. see you around, and stay safe out there 🪲

Harley Homicide

I'm sassy, I'm trashy and (if you pay me enough) I'll let you put it in my ass-y. I'm the band's second oldest and the token British person. I use any pronouns, I literally don't care what you call me xx. My music taste is all over the place, having been raised by a metalhead and a former chav during a time where pop punk and emo were more mainstream. I'd say my biggest inspirations in terms of performing are Freddie Mercury and Ronnie James Dio. You'll be able to tell which songs are written by me because they're shit! I'm not much good at writing, but I'm great at partying like I'm Paris Hilton. When I'm not doing band stuff, you can find me shopping, watching/reading/playing anything DC comics related or just sorta... Staring into space. I don't do much, but I'm still your fave member fer sure! Thanks for visiting The Freakhouse! We hope you enjoy your stay!

Xoxo Harlz <3

Dart Darling

Hi I'm Dart, I'm genderfluid (any pronouns), and I'm from under the ground at your local graveyard! I'm one of the youngest, and that's super tragic because I'm an undead zombie who died from being too damn glamorous. My idol is Melissa Marie and i love the Millionaires. Also, my ghostly tendencies give me a lot of appreciation for the dramatic, and as well as all things scene and crunkcore I love theatre, cabaret, and steampunk. I've been producing music for about a year now so if the synths crunching, just know it was me, tapping away and not understanding what the equalizer does. I'm bringing you Dead Girl Couture 25/8, 366. Don't mind all the Sanrio merch around the Freakhouse, I started a cult for Hello Kitty! I mean church. You should definitely join us 😁

Til death do we party,

-Dart <3

GRACIEEEE

YOOO WASSUP!!! X3 My namez GRACE! (if you dont know me, pls call me Grace, not Gracie)

I'm gendersylphen (he/they/neos) and I'm a super cool alien with adhd from OUTER SPACEEEE! My fav colors are all of them except brown, my special interests are space and doraemon, and I LOVE SCENE SM! Crunkcore 4 LYFEEE! I wanna be an astronaut when I grow up! Also I'm the youngest here 💀💀💀💀💀 (btw im a minor so plz don't be a weirdo, tyyyy)

I'm mostly new to music and I'm SUPER excited!!! X) Ik this is gonna be rllyrlly fun!!! For me, my music stuff is gonna be super bouncy, upbeat, happy, optimistic, full of rhymes, so tht's when yk smth's by me! My fav bands/artists are Amy Can Flyy, Green Day, Nikasaur, 4*Town (4townie 4 eva!!! Aaron T is best boy) and a LOT of other stuff.

When I'm not with tha band, you can find me playing with my sibs (including my dog), doing stuff with my homiez, reading/watching Doraemon or abt space, or doing idk whatever bc I do alot. XP

So ye! Thts a bit abt me! Tysm for reading abt us, may God bless u, follow ur dreams, and have a super duper fun day! 😄

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #238

When was the last time you admired some flowers? What kind/color were they? I remember this because at the time I'm answering this exact question, I was just doing this earlier at a stop light in the car. Idk what kind they were, but they were yellow. Not dandelions.

Are you in the process of watching or re-watching a series at the moment? No.

Has anyone you know gotten a new pet recently? My younger sister rescued a goldendoodle semi-recently.

Have you ever kissed someone of another race? He kissed me, I didn't reciprocate the action. I basically became a statue.

Are there any races you wouldn’t kiss? No, I don't care about race.

What is your favorite thing about your best friend? Lately, how patient he is with my mental health. He doesn't make me feel guilty or burdensome for it.

What do you mostly have in common with your best friend? We're both very much introverted.

Do you like it when men shave their chests? If you are a guy, do you shave? I don't care at all.

What is your favorite kind of video game? Horror.

Do you prefer regular bacon or turkey bacon? Regular, turkey is gross.

What is the last place, other than home, that you stayed overnight? Uhhhhhh... I think the ER.

What is the furthest you have traveled alone? Illinois.

Have you ever dated someone simply for their looks? No.

Have you ever been drunk? No, just tipsy.

What was the name of the main character in the last book you read? POVs shift between Alderheart, Violetshine, and Twigbranch.

Do you prefer pizza or hot dogs? Pizza.

What is your favorite pizza topping? Just pepperoni.

Is anyone in your family currently in the military? None that I know of.

Do you own a bikini? No.

Would you rather have a personal chef or personal house cleaner? House cleaner for sure.

Tell me about your first breakup, if you had one. I just wasn't ready for a relationship, I think; I felt like I was dating Aaron without TRUE romantic feelings, I only thought I did, so I broke up with him through a letter. What's funny is I SPECIFICALLY REMEMBER him asking if I was going to break up with him directly before I handed him the letter, and in a panic, I said no. I'm still ashamed of this haha.

Which person would you choose to travel the world with? Honestly probably my mom. Girt is insane and isn't into traveling.

Is your last ex currently in a relationship? shrugs

What’s your opinion on border control? Honestly I feel like I need more information to have a *strong*, reliable opinion on this. I can see arguments on varying sides. I definitely DO think at least here in the USA, people go way too fucking insane over it. I also am very much against straight-up closed borders.

What are your favorite things to create? Drawings of my OCs that actually come out decent.

What’s something you prefer to keep private? The fact that I RP. I don't mind sharing it online, but with people in my real life, you will almost never get that fact out of me. I'm too afraid of actually witnessing judgment.

Are you good at prioritizing? God no.

If you’re not religious, were you ever? What made you lose faith? I was raised religious. Being alive on this bitch of an earth taught me it's bullshit.

When was the last time you looked at your significant other/crush’s Facebook profile? I couldn't tell you, I don't do this for anyone.

When consuming a beverage that comes in a can, do you prefer to drink it directly from the can or do you pour it into a cup? I prefer the can.

When you are out of your house, where do you usually store your cell phone? My purse.

When yawning, do you cover your mouth? In public I do.

Do you know a James? Hm... I don't think I still do.

Have you ever been to Australia? If not, would you like to? I haven't. I'm not particularly interested in going there.

Have you ever or do you currently live in a gated community? How much fucking money do you think I have???????

Who was your last text from? Mom.

Do you know how to use a DSLR camera? I do.

Have you ever owned an axolotl? No. My niece is currently obsessed with axolotls though, I'm sure she'd love a pet one, but to my knowledge their care is quite complex, so she doesn't need one.

What has been the longest amount of time you’ve spent on a plane? Just a few hours, idk.

Have you ever missed a flight? Yes, actually, even though I got there with what one would assume was plenty of time, EVERYTHING just took SO fucking long. I was devastated because it was Sara's birthday, and I was supposed to be there to surprise her. Me and her parents had to adjust the plan a bit.

Have you ever been to an outdoor cinema? No.

Have you ever had a “bad trip”? If yes, what happened? I've never had a "trip" to begin with.

How often do you use Instagram? I check it every day.

Adam Sandler or Jim Carrey? Jim Carrey.

How many pillows are on your bed? Four. Two for me, two for Girt.

What upcoming movies are you excited to see? I want to see The Wild Robot when it comes out.

Do you have any friends with the same first name as you? No.

Have you ever had hair extensions? No.

Have you ever taken karate classes? No.

How many states have you lived in? Just one.

Have you ever had plastic surgery? No.

What’s your favorite kind of donut? Just normal glazed or chocolate frosted.

Were you ever sent to the principal’s office as a kid? No. Well, I remember I was one of those kids that teachers would trust with errands like bringing this or that there, and for some reason I do remember taking something to the principal's office in elementary.

Do you like going to the zoo? YES!!!! I should add I like going to GOOD zoos, though. I'd be upset if I went to a zoo where the animals seemed neglected in any way.

Have you ever milked a cow? No.

Have you ever ridden in a limo? No.

Who do you talk to about personal problems? My mom, Girt, therapist, sometimes Tez and Mazzy.

Do you wear make-up? No.

Do you shower daily? No. I already struggle with self-care, showering daily is inconceivable to me at this point in my life.

Do you love to shop? I don't.

Tampons or pads? I don't like either, but pads I guess.

How old were you when you had your first boyfriend? I don't know my actual age, I just know I was in the 7th grade.

If you were to have sex right now, would you use a condom? Yes.

Do you have real or fake fingernails? Real.

Do you own many pairs of shorts? I own literally zero shorts.

Is there an article of clothing you need to buy right now? Pajama pants. Most of mine don't fit in a way I like.

Have you ever wanted to get drunk and take your mind off of everything? In the past I have.

Have you ever had to choose between two people? I have.

Have you ever been in a hospital? Mental hospitals.

[evelynandcelia]

Why Not Take All Of Me?

Read on AO3 here!

CHAPTER 2

After that night, I moved through life with a new purpose: to keep me and Celia afloat. At first, it was manageable. Rex and I had already ironed out how to perform our marriage, so the insertion of Celia wasn’t difficult. Of all my husbands, Rex was perhaps the best at turning a blind eye. I even considered telling him about Celia but decided against it at the last minute. The need to protect her – to protect us – was too strong. At least, that’s what I told myself. 

Looking back, I think it may have had more to do with the fact that I could hardly talk about what Celia and I did with anyone, barring Harry. I loved her more than I thought possible but I could not make myself say the sentence “I love Celia St. James” unless I was positively sure I was alone. It was paranoia mixed with a healthy dose of denial. I didn’t want to face my sexuality if I didn’t have to. And Celia, at that time, wasn’t bothered by it. Or so she said. 

That period was a dream come true, both in terms of my relationship with Celia and my career. The movies that Rex and I were making proved to be consistently well-received by reviewers and the box office. Secrets in Sepia and Beneath the Oak Tree weren’t the kind of films that got Oscar nods, but they were the kind of films that made millions. My gamble at playing producer alongside Harry paid off big time. More than a few times, I sat with Harry and Celia poolside at Rex’s house in the Bird Hills, gloating about how good it felt to be this rich. To be so rich and famous that you were no longer just unattainable in the eyes of the general public – you were otherworldly.     

I bought a second home in Malibu, along the Pacific Coast Highway. I made it a point never to drive my dark blue 1963 Lamborghini to that house since it had become a hallmark of mine. The paparazzi followed it practically everywhere, so I regularly lent it out to friends and co-stars to throw them off the trail. I loved that car, but it was just as memorable as Celia’s pink Chevy.

Luckily, my caution paid off. The Malibu house proved to be an oasis for me and Celia. The tabloids had discovered her Palm Springs house a few months earlier. They incorrectly designated her “Love Nest” with up-and-coming TV host Preston Winslow after pictures of the two talking at a dinner party surfaced. Once the article came out, she did go on a few dates with Preston to help create some buzz. That ended quickly when he tried to slide his hand up her skirt during a dinner at Ciro's. Celia put her place on the market the next week and moved most of those belongings into my Malibu house.

We only spent the odd weekend there. Neither of our schedules allowed for much downtime, and I had to be at Rex’s house as much as possible to keep the tabloids in check. But, when we could spare a day or two, that was the only place we wanted to be.

Celia was making a cocktail at the outdoor bar, just a few feet from the pool. I was lounging on a fiberglass white chaise, wearing a wide-brim black hat, sunglasses, and nothing else. I originally chose to wear a white bikini, but after Celia brought out the sun tan oil, I decided I didn't want tan lines. The house was secluded – tucked away on a cliffside – and the pool deck was fenced in, so I wasn’t concerned. It was one of the only places I felt a true sense of privacy. 

“I think every straight man on the planet would give up their life savings just to get a glimpse of what I get to look at all day long,” Celia said matter-of-factly. 

I turned my gaze upward from the magazine I was reading and gave her a lazy smile. I knew Celia’s eyes hadn’t left my body since I’d taken my top off. I loved knowing how much I excited her. “Are you telling me all you want to do is look?”

She walked over to where I was seated, gin and tonic in hand. Instead of taking the lounger next to me, she gracefully straddled my hips, pushing our bodies together. She was in a striped swimsuit that was still a bit wet from her swim earlier, and I could feel the cool fabric against my bare skin. 

“Oh, I want to do so much more than look, Evelyn Hugo,” she replied with a smirk. Then her hands were on my breast, on my stomach. I choked back a moan. She knew how to read me like a book. Her hand crept lower, and I bit my lip. “Right after I find where I left my cigarettes…” She abruptly set down her glass and stood up. I sat there, stunned and strangely embarrassed. Was she serious? I watched her walk away and realized that, yes, she was. 

“I’m sitting here, completely naked, and you need a cigarette?” I asked incredulously. Celia was already inside the house, searching for a pack of Pall Mall’s no doubt. There was a good chance she hadn’t even heard me. Disappointed and irritated, I yanked my swimsuit back on, fumbling with the clasp in the back until it was hooked. The oil on my skin left patches of discoloration on the white lycra, but I didn’t care. I was too annoyed.

“I found them!” Celia appeared in the doorway. She put a cigarette in her mouth and lit it with a match from the bar. She took a deep drag and returned to the pool’s edge. 

“Did you get…chilly?” Celia asked when she saw me. The sun was boiling the deck, and the sea breeze had been notably absent that day. She knew what she was asking.

“Darling, you smoke too much,” I said. My tone was flat. I didn't want her to think I was joking.

“Excuse me?” Celia sat down next to me. “I don’t –”

“How many cigarettes have you smoked today?”

“Evelyn, I don’t keep up with that sort of thing.” She laughed, and it sounded stilted and forced. “Please, I don’t want to talk about this. It’s a beautiful day and –”

“Guess.”

“Eight. Or ten. Maybe a few more.”

“Or fifteen or twenty.”

“I’m not sure,” Celia admitted, and I believed her. “I just reach for them when…”

“I know, sweetheart.” I didn’t want to make this a fight. But I had observed, since our reunion, an uptick in the number of cigarette packs sitting around Celia’s apartment. Gradually, the occasional cigarette in bed had become a regular habit. Breakfast switched from bacon and eggs to a coffee and a smoke. And while I did find her signature scent of booze and nicotine quite alluring, I would have preferred to have a Celia who could still do a few rounds of tennis with me at the Beverly Hills Country Club without getting winded.

“I’m not saying you have to quit entirely,” I assured her. “I still smoke occasionally, and I think that’s quite fine. What isn’t fine is leaving me naked and alone because you need a cigarette so badly.”

Celia examined the cigarette poised between her fingers. “I took up smoking when I first got picked up by Paramount. They wanted me to lose a few pounds.”

I nodded. “Yes, I know, dear. Same story here.”

“Have you seen the way I eat? If I stopped now, I would gain twenty pounds.” There was that nervous laugh again. It sounded so different from what I was used to hearing – it lacked the lightness that I loved to see in Celia. This conversation was throwing her off balance. 

“No, you wouldn’t.”

The truth was, Celia had a point. She always had a tendency towards overindulgence when it came to food and alcohol. There wasn’t an actress in Hollywood who ate more red meat than Celia St. James, and I could count on one hand the number of times I’d seen her order a salad (and those times were always right before an awards show). To a normal person, her diet would seem conventionally healthy. But we were actresses. Fitting into sample sizes was an immutable part of our careers.

“You know I would, Evelyn. I love steak and wine too much.” She put out the cigarette, releasing a sigh. “I suppose I need to cut back on everything, hm?”

“It’s not like that. I just want you to be healthy, is all. I recently read an article about quitting, and it listed all these benefits: better skin, higher stamina –”

“Are you implying my stamina is lacking, Evelyn?” A smirk played on her lips, and I sensed the tone of the conversation shift.

“Not at all, darling,” I replied with an equally knowing smirk. “But I would like my tennis partner back. Harry is terrible at doubles.”

She took a sip of her drink and nodded slowly. “I’ll consider it. For you.”

Celia did more than consider it. She seemingly took it to heart. Although we never discussed it again, I gradually noticed her habits changing as the months passed. That cigarette before bed became a glass of water and a swig of mouthwash. She took up golf as a pastime and stuck with it, becoming one of the best players in our circle. And, yes, she did gain a few pounds, much to her ire. But I didn’t mind. Quite the contrary, I rather liked the way her body bloomed. It wasn’t much, but her ass had a rounder curve to it, and her breasts were just a trace fuller. In the right dress, she had a beautiful hint of cleavage that could draw me in from across the room.

Later that night, when we were lying in bed beside each other, Celia said something unexpected. The door to the balcony was open, and the cool sea breeze kept dancing about our bare legs. It was perfectly silent, and then I heard her speak up in the dark.

“I almost got married, you know.”

I sat up on my elbow, head against my hand. “I know. I remember seeing the article about your engagement. John Braverman. It was a little after my wedding to Rex. Why are you bringing that up now?”

“He was gay, too.”

I had wondered about what their relationship was like but I had never asked Celia directly. That’s not to say I wasn’t curious because I certainly was. When it came to Celia, I could be so possessive which is a hilarious concept when you consider the fact that only Harry even knew we were together. Though, I think it was that constant separation of our relationship from society that made me even more jealous. John could be pictured with Celia on his arm. John could take Celia out to dinner at Chansen’s. John could do to Celia anything a man would do to a woman, and that left me bitter and resentful. I remember seeing that article about their engagement in PhotoMoment and tearing the damn magazine in half.

“So, you didn’t love him?”

She hesitated for a moment. “Not like that. You know I don’t like men that way. I suspect I loved him a bit like you love Harry. He took care of me when you weren’t there. When I needed someone.”

Her words stung, whether she meant for them to or not. “Why didn’t you marry him? He would have been the perfect cover-up. For your other…relationships.”

Celia laughed. “I’m not sure I would call what I had then ‘relationships.’ But, yes, I know. I wanted to, and he wanted to. We could go about our lives without feeling like we were constantly under a microscope. Then, around a month before the ceremony, I imagined myself walking down that aisle, dressed in white and wearing a veil. And it was awful. I called it all off. John, that sweet man, wasn’t even upset, even though the marriage had been his idea.”

“He stayed around still? After that?” I asked.

She nodded. “We just liked each other’s company. He’s a terrific guy, Evelyn. I'm happy with my decision, but sometimes I wish I had married him.”

I bristled ever so slightly, and Celia caught it. “You can’t seriously be jealous.”

“I’m not,” I replied quickly – a little too quickly. 

“Evelyn, he’s a gay man. I’m not jealous of Harry, am I?”

“I didn’t almost marry Harry.”

I said it without really thinking, but the longer the sentence hung in the air, the deeper an idea began to root itself in my mind.

“What if…you did marry John? And I married Harry? After Carolina Sunset comes out, I can be done with Rex. Sam offered us another contract but I’m not going to take it.”

There was a long pause before Celia finally spoke. “It is crazy. But it just might work.”

“Rex can step out with one of the women he’s been bedding, and the tabloids can catch Harry and me ‘in the act.’ All the while, you can renew your relationship with John and get hitched. We could move in next door to each other and spend every day like today.”

“I’d have to marry John,” Celia said. It was a statement, not a question. The way she said it, I felt like she was trying to convince herself that it was something she could go through with.

“You would. You just said you sort of wish you already had.”

“Yes. I know. I can do that,” she said, this time with more assurance. “I want to do that. If I can’t marry you, I’ll marry him.”

“And we can pretend you’re marrying me. I’ll be your maid of honor.”

Celia was quiet again and I started to wonder if I had upset her. I moved closer and felt something wet press against my hand when I touched her shoulder. She was crying.

“Celia? What did I say?”

“Nothing. I’m fine, I’m fine.” She wiped at the tears with her fingers.

There was no way I was going to take that as an answer. “Celia. Look at me and tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s so silly. I feel like a child the way I keep asking for more and more. Am I selfish, Evelyn?” She lifted her glassy gaze so that her eyes met mine.

“Honey, everyone in Hollywood is selfish. If you weren’t, you wouldn’t have won an Oscar.” It wasn’t the answer she wanted, and I knew that, but I wasn’t going to lie to her. I didn’t lie to Celia.

“I meant with us. Never mind, it really is silly.”

“Talk to me, Cece.”

I only called her “Cece” during our most tender of moments. It was my way of telling her:  It’s just us now. You can let it all go if you need to.

She wiped at her eyes again and then closed them. “I imagined myself walking down the aisle in a wedding dress.”

“To marry John?” I guessed hesitantly. 

“No. I was walking down the aisle to marry you, Evelyn.”

Every muscle in my body tightened as a flood of emotions washed over me. 

There was anger. My first instinct was to berate her. Why did she always have to say things like that? I came up with a plan. I made it so we could be together. Yet here she was, sulking about it and being a brat.

And then there was empathy. Because I, too, could see myself at the end of that aisle. 

For once, I didn’t know what to say, so I just wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. I breathed in, smelling her hair mixed with the scent of the ocean. We sat there on the bed for a long time and I let her weep for a future that was well beyond our reach.

[spaceman-earthgirl]

Supercorptober 2021 Day 27: Ice

Fic link. Series link.

“Come on,” Kara encourages, a tug to Lena’s hand but Lena doesn’t move, the only reason she’d even stood up in the first place was because Kara has taken off her shirt leaving her only in a bikini and all the tan skin on display was too much for Lena to resist.

But not even Kara’s half naked body can tempt her forward into the icy water now.

“It’s freezing,” Lena replies, shivering as the cool water washes over her feet before the waves recede again.

Kara seems undeterred by her reluctance. “It is not, I promise, the water is warm.”

“I can literally feel the water, it’s not warm,” Lena replies, holding firm in her position right at the edge of the waves.

Another wave washes over her feet, the sand being pulled away from under her toes when the wave retreats again. It would be nice, and Lena would be much more inclined to swim, especially with Kara, if it just wasn’t so cold.

She glances down the beach, sees Maggie and Alex already out swimming in the waves, either not noticing the cold or Lena really is just being overdramatic and the temperature is fine. But James and Winn aren’t in the water either, setting up a volleyball net for them to play later, and Nia and Brainy are further up the beach, Nia sunbathing while Brainy reads a book beside her.

They have the right idea, and she would’ve stayed with them, if not for Kara’s hopeful smile and the temptation of muscles and the way Kara almost glows in the warm summer sun.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” Kara says, with a stupid wiggle of her eyebrows that actually has Lena moving a few feet forward, the cool water now halfway up her lower legs.

“You’ll make it worth my while?” Lena asks, a tilt of her own eyebrow.

“Mmhmm,” Kara hums and then Kara is pressing in close, an arm going around Lena’s waist and suddenly she can feel all the soft skin she’d just been admiring as Kara pulls their bodies together and then they’re kissing, lips hot on her own, a stark contract to the cold water at her feet.

Kara tastes like salt and sun and the only reason Lena pulls away is because water rises over her knees and she shivers.

“Hey!” Lena exclaims, when she realises that Kara has pulled them a few feet further into the water.

“What?” Kara asks, all innocent eyes and sweet smile and if Lena wasn’t worried about the cold, she’d definitely pull her girlfriend back in for another kiss.

“Come on,” Kara repeats, stepping a couple more feet backwards. Lena has to fight the urge to follow on instinct.

“I think I’m good,” Lena answers, eyeing the waves breaking a little further in the distance. “This is far enough, it’s too cold.”

“You just need to warm up,” Kara says, her hands falling to her sides, playing with the water that’s just high enough for her to reach. Lena has some ideas on how they could warm up, all inappropriate for in public, of course. The mischievous smile that slips onto Kara’s face says she has other ideas.

“Kara Danvers,” Lena says, pointing a finger at Kara, taking a few steps back as she does. “If you even think about splashing me, you’ll be sleeping on the couch for a week.”

“You’d miss me if you did that,” Kara teases.

“Try me,” Lena replies, hoping the tilt of her eyebrow again is enough to deter Kara. She would definitely miss her, and let her back into their bed on the first night, but she also doesn’t want to get splashed. “I’m going to warm up in the sun, okay?”

“Okay,” Kara pouts, though the pout is gone in the next moment when Kara glances over at her sister and Maggie. “Do you think I can sneak up on Alex?”

“I think if you do, you’ll regret it,” Lena replies, knowing full well that Kara is about to go and start a war with her sister.

Kara grins, and with a quick kiss to Lena’s cheek, Kara is gone, heading over to annoy her sister.

Lena makes her way out of the water, across the coarse sand and takes a seat on her towel, spread out near where Nia is sunbathing. She hears laughter and turns back towards the water to find Alex and Kara are now having a water fight, Maggie joining in to help take down Kara.

Lena watches them, and they’re a little ridiculous, but Lena wouldn’t have it any other way. It feels right, that they’re all here together, a weekend trip to Midvale. Kara had been the one to suggest it, but as soon as she had, Lena had known that this is the weekend she’s going to propose, surrounded by their friends and family.

Not for the actual proposal part, that part she’s going to do tonight, invite Kara on a walk alone and propose here on the beach. The weather forecast has predicted a cloudless night, the perfect night for a proposal, under a blanket of stars.

She’s pretty sure Kara already knows she’s going to propose, but that’s not the point, the proposal isn’t a surprise, it’s just a question, one she hopes Kara will say yes to.

Kara leaves the water not long after, red-faced and grinning, hair a tangled mess around her face. Alex and Maggie are with her, grabbing their towels when they reach them but Kara doesn’t, instead she leans over Lena, dripping cold water on her as she does.

“Kara!” Lena says, trying to shuffle away but she has no where else to go.

“Yes?” Kara asks, shaking her hair so Lena is showered again with little droplets.

“I really will make you sleep on the couch, you know that, right?”

“Will you?” Kara asks, falling to her knees beside Lena. She leans forward, and the urge to get away from the cold is trumped by Kara’s smile, soft and teasing so Lena tilts forward instead. Kara’s lips are salty but despite the water, they’re warm when they meet Lena’s.

“No,” Lena hums, hand slipping around Kara’s neck to pull her closer.

“That’s what I thought,” Kara mumbles into her mouth.

(They only stop kissing when Alex throws her towel at them).

(When Lena asks her a very important question later tonight, Kara, of course, says yes).

[maraudersftw]

Nervous, blue, chocolate

Thank you so much for this prompt, because it gave me the perfect idea for my last entry to Shirtless JP May 😭😭

Two drabbles in a day? Feeling quite proud. Also, this is an AU drabble after the longest time! 💙

Heat of You

“Lily! You made it!”

A smile spills over her face, large and bright, as she steps forward to offer Remus a hug. Overhead, the June sun blazes mercilessly down on her neck, sweat sprinkling generously over nape and brows and upper lip.

“Hey!” she greets, wiping away some moisture from her face, sensitive skin already reddening, no doubt a prelude to all the freckles she’ll be welcoming soon. “‘Course I did. Only an idiot would refuse a pool party in this weather.”

“Face it: you were bullied into coming.”

“Yeah alright, who am I kidding?” She rolls her eyes, stepping inside as Remus holds the door open, always a gentleman. The house, as grand from the inside as it had seemed from its exterior, sends a mixed bout of nerves and envy fluttering in her belly. “Is everyone already here?”

“Oh yeah, the pool’s in the backyard,” Remus says around a bar of half-melted chocolate. “Why don’t you go join them? I’ll fetch some cold beer from the kitchen.”

“Um, where is…?”

“Oh, just go on straight and take a left,” he replies, voice already fading as he disappears off to where she can only assume is the kitchen. “You can’t miss Sirius blaring his playlist.”

With a nod to the empty air, she meanders along the dictated path, eyes frequently catching onto photographs of a bespectacled little boy with glasses too big for his face and eyes too mischievous for his age, and proceeds to watch him get older as she progresses. The soft boyishness of his features eventually disappears, replaced by sharp lines, a bright smile, glasses that fit better. The hazel eyes though—they remain the same; equally as playful at seventeen as they were at five. In some of these frames, he’s accompanied by his parents, who seem a good deal older than her own parents, but adoration for their son shines so loud and clear in their expressions, even in the stillness, that they’re instantly made younger by it.

“Evans!” cries a familiar voice, and she squawks outrageously in surprise, jumping a foot in the air. Hand to chest, she whips around to find Sirius Black standing at the end of the hall, the door to the backyard open behind him. He smirks, thoroughly entertained, and nods towards the photographs. “Why stare at the frozen copies when you can enjoy looking at the real thing?”

“It’s nothing of that sort,” she hisses, glad that the burning of her cheeks can be attributed to the cruelly hot sun, and walks over to him. Sirius easily turns around, leading her out to the party. “I was just curious. Had to check whether James always had such a big head or whether it was acquired with age.”

“You say that as if you haven’t known me since eleven.”

The unbelievably loud thud of her heart is accompanied by a traitorous grin that pulls on her lips at the sound of that voice. She bites her cheek, manages to look politely pleased instead of madly thrilled. “Well, therein lies my problem, Potter. Your head has always looked big to me.”

“Is that right?” he hums, and it’s all the warning she receives before he’s right in front of her, body clad in nothing but summer-blue swimming trunks, skin glistening with sweat over a delicious tan. He holds a can of beer in one hand, the other rising to his head, feeling around stupidly as he looks straight at Sirius. “What d’you think, Padfoot? Is my head too big?”

“No, you’re perfect.” Sirius chuckles.

“See, Evans? I don’t—” he suddenly stops, and she watches the muscles of his chest expand with the breath he pulls in. “Excuse me, my eyes are up here, you pervert.”

Despite the warmth that clings to her neck and ears, she laughs, shaking her head as her eyes land on him. “I’m terribly sorry. Maybe you shouldn’t shove your naked chest in my face next time, yeah?”

“Why?” James leans a little closer. “Is it too tempting for you?”

The thin cotton t-shirt sticking to her lower back registers glaringly on her senses all of a sudden, the music around them dulling to a mindless beat, everything sweltering, everything James and his eyes and the brief flash of his white teeth.

“Jesus Christ,” mumbles Sirius, and though they hear the words, neither of them look away. “I swear it’s like watching you have sex openly. I’m going to find some appropriate company.”

She bites her lip, enjoys how it draws James’s eyes to the movement. “You’re really red,” he says, tapping twice at her neck, leaving his finger there. It’s quite evident when her pulse jumps against the spot, eager in its attempt to beat right in his palm. “Alright, Evans?”

“Alright,” she says, voice so breathy that the conviction doesn’t carry.

He’s close enough now that she’s able to reach out a hand and brace it against the solidness of his abdominals. Tension flutters against her skin as he freezes for a second, nerves a tight coil in her stomach. But then he smirks; smirks so lazily, so lecherously, that she feels devoured by that look, by him, entirely.

“I—”

“Lily, I got your beer!”

She instantly steps away at Remus’s voice, heart pounding, blood roaring, even as James lets out a tortured groan at the distance. Sensing what he’s just interrupted, Remus hands her the beer, wince marring his features.

“Oops,” he says, turns to James. “Sorry, mate. I’ll leave you to it.”

She doesn’t even manage to open the drink before he’s pulling it out of her hands, setting it aside on a circular table, and skimming fingers down her elbow. “Come on. Swim with me.”

“I wanted that drink, you know,” she cocks a brow. “You’re not being a very nice host.”

Something in James’s eyes blazes, and he suddenly leans down, lips brushing the shell of her ear, heat emanating off him in tantalizing waves. Her breath hitches, brain scrambling. “I don’t much care about being nice right now, Evans. Do you?”

“No,” the answer whooshes out, honest.

“Good,” he says, and she definitely feels teeth scrape against her lobe, prompting goosebumps to flower down her arms. “Come on, then.”

Certain that he’s enjoying her tormented state, she takes a deliberate step back, eyes caught onto James’s darkening gaze as she reaches for her t-shirt, pulls it up and over her head in a swift movement. The way he clenches his jaw has her skin buzzing, redder and redder even as she unbuttons her shorts and lets them drop away too. And just like that, she’s standing in front of James Potter, dressed in nothing but a red bikini set that she knows is flattering on her figure.

It’s quite a rush of thrill, therefore, when James steps towards her again with a muted swear, scorching fingers splayed over her ribcage, other hand cradling the sweat-damp skin of her neck. “Lily,” he says, lips almost brushing hers, setting fire everywhere. “Fuck, I—”

She pushes up, fits her mouth against his, kisses him slow, languid, soft. “I know,” the whisper falls from her tongue, only a heartbeat away. “Me too.”

“I want you to remember that.”

A confused frown stitches her brows together. “What?”

“I want you,” he repeats, “to remember that you like me.”

“Okay, but why would—” her voice transforms ungracefully into a shrill shriek when James suddenly picks her up and promptly throws her into the pool, guffawing the entire time.

The betrayed annoyance persists only until she breaks the surface, finds him dive in right after. Sturdy arms instantly encircle her waist, warm mouth back on hers, smile pressed against wet lips that won’t stop beaming in return.

[thetfchangingroom]

Smooth Sailing

This is a terrible idea, James thought to himself, the “idea” here being a body swap with the captain of his parent’s prized yacht. Then again, if he hadn’t lied to that smokin’ hot chick from the party about knowing how to drive a boat, he wouldn’t have had to swap bodies with the old fart in the first place.

Conversely, captain McFadden was having the time of his life. He’d always had a soft spot for the Thurston’s incredibly dumb — and incredibly hot 27-year-old son, though “soft” wasn’t exactly a good word to describe the captain’s feelings for James, since it was difficult to stay “soft” whenever James would stumble into the bridge, drunk, half-naked and asking for some stupid shit like “can I snap a pic with the big wheel for my insta?”

But what James has asked for that day exceeded even the wildest expectations of the horny, middle-aged captain. “It’ll only be for an hour,” James pleaded (as if McFadden needed convincing) “just make it look like I know how to sail, and then we can swap back. I promise!” James spoke as if he were getting the better end of the bargain. This girl must be really hot, the captain thought, though he might not be the best person to judge that. He was very, very gay, and getting to spend some time in the young man’s photo-ready body had been a fantasy he’d jerked off to many-a-time.

So they came to an agreement: one hour in each other’s bodies. The cap would show off his “legendary” sailing skills, while James would stand back, and wait until his girl was properly impressed. They’d swap back, and it would be as if nothing had ever happened.

But things rarely go according to plan when it comes to swapping bodies. Because who’s to say which parts of you get swapped… and which parts stick around?

Everything seemed normal at first. Well, as “normal” as things could be after a body swap. McFadden felt incredible: the first thing he noticed was how much lighter he was. He’d jumped from 270 pounds to 185 — and lost all of the body fat he’d been accumulating from sitting behind the wheel for the last forty years. He must have spent five full minutes just posing in the mirror, running his hands over James’ muscles.

“Stop that!” James pleaded in the captain’s raspy old voice. He, on the other hand, felt weird as fuck. He gripped his fatty, flabby new body with a mix of wonder and disgust. The captain had really let himself go, and now James was paying the price. He also had to keep itching and adjusting McFadden’s package; turns out his body wasn’t the only thing about him that was “big.”

Jesus, James thought, I didn’t need to know how big this guy’s dick is. Gross! He kept reminding himself that this was a means to an end, that in less than an hour, he’d be back in his cabin, back with is girl, and balls deep inside her.

And that’s when James began to notice something was wrong. Because all of the sudden, the thought of fucking his girl made his dick shrivel and shrink (which, thankfully, made it easier to walk around). But every time he looked at his own body behind the wheel, sweaty and smiling and shirtless, he had to struggle to hide his erection. Maybe I’m just a little obsessed with myself, James reasoned. But this was no ordinary narcissism; James and the captain hadn’t just swapped bodies…

They’d swapped sexualities.

“Where’s the horn?” Jame’s girl asked in a dumb, airy voice. They were all three in the bridge now: McFadden at the helm, his girl on his lap, and James standing awkwardly behind the E.O.T. in an attempt to hide his criminally large boner.

“You wanna hear it?” McFadden said seductively. Never in a million years would he have expected to be turned on by such a ditsy, feminine presence. But the way she studied his body with those “fuck me” eyes made a tent in James’ $100 board shorts. As he reached up to blare the fog horn, he let his erect cock brush against the side of her thigh. With one hand, he honked the horn, forcing James to jump back in surprise. With the other, he slipped a finger under her hot pink bikini. Just as he suspected: she was wet as the ocean.

“Thanks a bunch cap,” McFadden said as he hoisted the giggling girl over his shoulder and made for the door, “I’ll be in my cabin if you need me.” He gave her ass a hearty slap, causing her to squeal.

“W—wait!” James stammered, sweating like a stuck pig. “Y—you said—“

“Said what?” The captain smiled. Then, he leaned in and whispered: “it’s only been twenty minutes, son. I’ve still got forty. That was the deal, right? One hour?”

As much as James hated to admit it, the old fart was right. McFadden pointed down at his former crotch. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll have a lot of fun taking care of that.”

And with that, they were gone, leaving James alone, frustrated, and horny as all hell. Just as the captain had been every day sailing on the Thurston’s yacht.

He spun around and dropped his pants. McFadden’s dick was even bigger than it felt, near the size of a beer can and leaking fresh pre all over the spotless deck. James wanted to feel disgusted. He wanted to gag at the sight of the fat old captain’s hairy bear cock — his cock.

But more than anything, he wanted to stroke it. He wanted his own, hot muscular body to get down on all fours and suck it dry. He wanted to bend over the radar and let his own body take him from behind. He wanted to be fucked. He wanted to be used. He wanted… to… oh no…

“GAGHHH!” James growled as he soaked the bridge with his cum. Turns out McFadden was a grower, a shower, and a shooter. James would never look at the salty sea captain the same way again, not now that he knew what the poor guy had to endure watching him strut around the boat half-naked all the time. Sometimes, it takes walking around in someone else’s shoes to learn some decency and respect. James had to learn that the hard way.

The very, very hard way.

[themaraudersstory]

Renouncing the House of Black

The winter holidays came too soon for Sirius that year. He would have preferred, and usually did find a way to, stay at Hogwarts over the break, but this time, his mother had insisted that he return home for their family reunion holiday.

The thought of it made Sirius want to be sick.

A family reunion, where half of them were secretly followers of the darkest wizard the world had ever faced, working in the shadows against everything muggle, killing muggle-borns at random.

He didn’t tell James, nor Remus, nor Peter when he began to go to the library, looking up spells, spells for wipeouts. He actually found one in the restricted section that was compared to a muggle bomb, the only problem was that the witch or wizard casting it would have as good a chance from dying from it as well as not.

He might have entertained the thought longer had it not been for Regulus.

His younger brother was no Death Eater, not yet anyway and Sirius…well he was still hoping he could be saved, despite being in Slytherin and all, despite the fact of who is friends were, despite the fact that his brother had somehow found himself under the wing of people that hung around with Snivellus.

Sirius’ one weakness in his family, Regulus.

Idiot, though he was.

So, he said goodbye at the train station to his friends, his brothers, and he returned to the place of his black blood with Regulus by his side.

Number 12 Grimmuald Place was exactly the way he had left it from the summer holidays, his mother’s portrait at the end of the hall that his father had commissioned hanging there making it out to be some sort of royal painting.

And it made sense, that’s what his parents thought being a Black meant, what they thought being a pureblood meant.

It was a wonder they didn’t approve of James entirely.

Remus was another matter.

Sirius cast a dark look at Regulus as they entered the Black household.

But there were no parents in the kitchen, nor upstairs as they went to go stash their trunks in their room. Sirius checked, and the imperturbable charm he had put on his door, along with a few others was untouched. His mother had not entered, had not seen his room.

He wondered if he should find what the muggles called a security camera for when he finally moved out after he left school and left the door to his room unlocked, see her face through it when she came in.

He tapped the bikini clad woman in the muggle poster, nodding to her as though greeting an old friend and then retreated back down the stairs before securing the lock on his door, finding two people in the parlor.

Regulus, and Kreacher with a silver platter tea set, offering him tea.

Kreacher glared when he turned around, his expression of admiration turning to distaste when he saw Sirius.

“Ah, Master Sirius is home,” Kreacher croaked in his old voice.

“Where are our parents?” Sirius glared at him in turn as he went to go lounge on the chair opposite of Regulus.

“Master and Mistress Black should be returning from their day in London sometime this evening, after the opera.”

Sirius huffed, but Regulus looked disappointed.

“They won’t be here till tonight? Didn’t they know we were coming today?” his brother asked.

“Of course, Master,” Kreacher said with a deferential nod to Regulus. “They are looking forward to seeing you.”

Sirius hadn’t missed the way Kreacher said you, and that his comment had very specifically been addressed at Regulus. He also didn’t particularly care.

Sirius got to his feet.

“Where is Master going?”

Sirius looked down at Kreacher with a contemptuous look, one that Kreacher returned in kind.

“I’m going out,” he said.

“Master Sirius must be here for the Master and Mistress when they return home.”

“They aren’t waiting up for me and I have no intention on waiting up for them,” Sirius said, a mild bit of anger added to his drawl.

He glanced at Regulus, a question in his eyes. Regulus lowered his eyes, shaking his head as he looked into his teacup.

That was fine then, Sirius had had no real hope.

The sound of voices in the dining room alerted Sirius to what he should expect by the time he got there, very late in the evening indeed.

“Nice of you to show an interest in your family,” Regulus said when he entered the parlor, a cutting edge to his tone, a look of disappointment in his eyes.

Sirius looked back at him haughtily, forced humor in his eyes.

“Sirius,” his mother said, her tone imperious, her black hair falling down her back in careful waves. She was a woman in her middle age, not round, but just beginning to look more plump then she used to. His father, still slender, his black hair streaked with silver, looked at Sirius with his long nose, his lips pursed. “You weren’t here when we arrived,” Walburga’s tone was controlled distaste.

“And you weren’t here when I arrived,” Sirius said, strolling to the table and starting to fill himself a plate of whatever Kreacher had made, the little elf himself pattering in his creaking old body out of the kitchen to bring more, far more than his family could ever eat, as he did so.

“Don’t take that tone with me,” Walburga said, her voice reaching a dangerous note.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, mother.” Sirius barely kept his tone in check that time.

Walburga glared at him with her dark eyes, but turned to Regulus, as though deciding ignoring him was the best form of punishment.

“How was your term, dear,” she asked his brother, allowing him to draw out a long explanation of all Regulus’ accomplishments already that year at how many O.W.L.s he believed he was going to get by the time he actually took them. Sirius ignored them until he went to go sit down, stopping just as he placed his plate on the table, at the opposite end of his family, when Walburga spoke again.

“I am so proud of the friends you are making. I can’t believe…you know…Sirius,” she said with a long look at Sirius as though mourning him, “one of my sons having to share a dormitory with mudbloods,” she said the last word like a curse, disgust in her voice.

Sirius’ face turned to stone and halfway into crouching to sit down, he straightened, pushed his seat back in and grabbed his plate with one hand.

He was halfway out the door when his father spoke, “son,” Mr. Black said, warningly, “eat with your family.”

Sirius plastered a sardonically humorous expression as he turned around.

“I’m going to eat upstairs,” his voice a careless drawl.

Mr. Black got to his feet, his chair pushing back several inches as he turned to look at his son.

“You will eat with your family,” not a request, a command.

“I would love to,” Sirius swept out with a smile, causing his mother to actually pause, her expression startled, “but unfortunately, they aren’t here.”

Sirius swept out of the room before his father, mother, or brother had a chance to respond.

Sirius was late to the dinner, and despite the fact that this was the normal circumstance, and Walburga had given up trying to make him on time years ago, the look that she gave him when he walked into Christmas dinner could have matched that of a basilisk’s. But Sirius still felt a twist in the back of his stomach, from where the younger version of himself had known when the cruciartus curse was coming.

Just a little reminder, Walburga had said, just to help him to learn what’s right and wrong.

But it had been years since Walburga could be so brave, not when her son had been a fully-fledged wizard himself.

Sirius ignored her, sweeping past and into the large sitting area where half of the quests were; he could hear the other half already in the dining hall.

Two girls, not much older than him, barely out of their school years themselves, turned their near opposite colored heads.

Bellatrix Black sneered at him.

“Still disappointing the family, Sirius?” she said, her words slick as a snake’s.

“Ah, dear Bella,” Sirius drawled, picking up a glass from the tray Kreacher was teetering around, “killed anybody lately?” He took a swig from whatever was in the glass.

Instead of looking offended, Bella smiled. “Careful, or you might end up going the way of—“

Narcissa, her blonde hair up in a regal knot beside Bellatrix, stopped her sister with a tap on the arm and Bella stopped speaking, glancing over at her parents

But Sirius knew what Bella had been about to say, mentioning their sister, his cousin, Andromeda. The only cousin Sirius had actually liked.

Sirius was about to walk over to where he could see Regulus in the dining hall when he felt the breath of someone on the back of his neck. “I don’t tell little cubs anything,” Bella whispered slitheringly, “but if I did…then I might let them know their ilk don’t last long under the cruciartus curse. I know from personal experience.”

Bellatrix had drawn her wand at the same exact time as Sirius, no doubt saying what she had with the very intention to provoke him and drive him…to this.

The room hushed immediately and Sirius arranged himself as his relatives gazed on in varying expressions of horror so that his back was to the wall. He was stupid enough to let any of them get behind him.

Bella’s wand was brandished, both of their wands hanging in the air between them, held by only their twisted grips, his, black and straight, hers, black and mangled.

He had always hated that wand.

“Aww, little Siri coming out and showing his true colors,” Bellatrix lit her lips, her eyes alight as the other people from the dining hall crowded into the door jam so that all of his relatives were watching. “Crimson and gold, isn’t it,” she said, a flash of the manic look that he saw increasingly in her eyes in her last couple years at Hogwarts.

“How is Voldemort doing these days?” Sirius asked, his own voice raised in manic amusement, “or are you not allowed to see him till you kill so many muggles?”

Bella’s eyes flashed and Sirius only had time to wonder if he had hit a little too close to home when her wand whipped.

“Crucio!”

A shield sharply warped up between them, flashing from Sirius’s own wand without a spell uttered.

And time didn’t stand still.

But his relatives did.

The shimmery surface of the protego spell distorted their features, but beyond them, he could still make out each of their faces, even the distraught boy’s in the back.

But it had not been lost on him what had happened.

Bellatrix had sent a curse at him…and his was the only protection spell put up between them.

Not one of them, not even the black haired boy, his sad eyes looking on in fear in the back, had defended him against Bella.

And with the shimmering spell separating him, protecting him from his family, Sirius turned.

And Sirius ran.

Euphemia Potter busied herself cleaning up the stove. With a few waves of her wand, she had the sponge scrubbing it as well as the dishes, though a bit messily as bits of soap and water went splashing off onto the ground.

Oh well, it was about as well as she usually did. She’d just have to have the mop wipe it all up after the rest of them were done.

She walked to the living room, reaching it just as a loud bang sounded at the door.

She reached the door, opening it just as Sirius Black reached the front steps.

She could see his motorcycle smoking in the street behind him and realized almost immediately that that was what had made the bang.

He was sweaty, wet, and so bedraggled that Mrs. Potter immediately thought he must have nearly drowned, but the light pattering of the rain outside told her that it must have just been from the fly. There was a crazed look in his eye, and for the first time in her life, Mrs. Potter thought she detected a trace of fear there.

“Sirius,” she said, her voice cracking in worry as she reached out to him.

He flinched, and she pulled back for a moment, worried that her touch might be unwelcome, but he calmed almost immediately leaning forward as she bustled out into the street, put her arm around his shoulders, and hustled him into the house as two men stormed down the stairs and into the front room.

She could feel Sirius shaking and breathing heavily beneath her, but when James appeared, he practically fell out of her arms forward, and into his arms, falling onto his best friend as James did what he could to hold him up.

Euphemia looked over at her husband.

Fleamont glanced at the boys before looking out into the street.

“Would you see that Sirius’s bike is cared for, dear?” Euphemia said, forcing a casual tone into her question.

Fleamont nodded before disappearing out into the street himself, closing the door behind him.

“Dear,” Mrs. Potter said to James, “let’s get Sirius into the living room. I was just about to whip up a batch of hot chocolate,” she said warmly as she led the boys into the warmer room, leaving James to help Sirius’ wet form sit on her sofa before she bustled back into the kitchen.

When Euphemia Potter had returned to the living area, Fleamont Potter was already there as well.

She placed a steaming cup of cocoa in each of their hands before she returned to the sofa herself, sitting down on the other side of Sirius from James.

“They’ll come.” The words were so utterly quiet that it was as though they had been spoken through the muffle of a fire, but they had all heard Sirius say it. The words were clear. “They came for Andromeda.”

Euphemia met her husband’s eyes, and Fleamont Potter nodded, setting his cocoa on the side table beside him and rising to a standing position.

“I’ll set the wards,” he said, before disappearing back through the archway that led out of the room.

They waited, the three of them sitting there all in a row on the sofa when Fleamont Potter finally returned.

All three of them looked up at him with a question.

Fleamont gave them a reassuring nod.

“I sent a message to the McKinnons,” he said dully. “They’re in the order.”

“Of the Phoenix?” James asked, looking up, a bit of awe in his face.

Fleamont nodded before sitting back down in his sitting chair.

They waited.

For three hours, they waited, sitting on the couch, their ears tense and listening.

When the shriek finally came from outside, Euphemia Potter was the first to her feet.

She could sense her husband and sons behind her as she opened the door and stepped outside, only a few feet into the nighttime air.

Two individuals stood in the middle of the street.

Sirius’s parents.

Walburga looked like an inferi, her hair in mangles around her, her eyes blazing.

“You will not be taking him,” Euhpemia said, her words as loud as she could get them.

“I suggest you stay out of this, Euphemia,” Walburga Black said, her words roaring with threat, “this is none of your business.”

“Oh, you made it my business when this boy showed up in my living room, barely breathing,” Euphemia said, her voice growing louder. “You won’t touch my son, and I’m not talking about James.”

“An exaggeration,” Walburga said, but her eyes betrayed a menace that spoke of something more than a wind and rainswept boy.

“I know an unforgivable curse when I see one, Walburga,” Euphemia said, just loud enough so they could all hear her as she spoke slowly, her words careful, controlled, laced with threat. “I knew it for three summers when Sirius came to my porch, his body still twitching from the effects. But I said nothing. I did nothing. Not for all that time. But I will not stand silent now. I would take Regulus from you too if I could, before he ends up in an even worse state.”

“How dare—”

“Oh, I dare, Walburga,” Euphemia yelled, her words now almost a roar, “I can’t take Regulus because I can’t take someone who doesn’t want to be saved. But you will not take Sirius now.”

Hazel eyes met raging garnet ones.

Walburga fondled at her pockets.

“We have placed wards over this house, Walburga.” Euphemia said, “And we have alerted the Order of the Phoenix. They will be here soon. And if you don’t leave my home before they are here, they will arrest you, and take you to Azkaban.”

Mrs. Black seemed to want to step forward and put everything she knew into the spells around the Potter’s house, seemed to still want to fight, but her husband held her back, pulling her away from the temptation.

He didn’t look at him as he turned away. Sirius waited for it, but his father didn’t meet his gaze.

His mother, though, she didn’t stop looking until they had apparated away.

Sirius did not think he would forget the burning look in her eyes as long as he lived.

The winter holidays went faster from there on out, Sirius valued every moment of his time at the Potters, but it seemed to flee before his eyes. He didn’t forget, not completely, but he was happiest those moments when he did, that he would have to see his brother face to face again in a few days, or at least eventually. Even in different houses and different age groups, Hogwarts Students couldn’t avoid each other forever.

And he found that he wanted to face his brother sooner rather than later once he got there.

But he also found that he wanted to face the rest of his family, not for the same reason that he wanted to face his brother.

He hated the lot of them.

It was upon this thought that he found himself in the living area, a mix of a library with a couch around it in the Potter’s house, a deserted spot of the house that no one would find him in, not unless they were looking.

Mr. Potter walked in about twenty minutes after Sirius had entered.

Sirius didn’t acknowledge him with more than a smiling glance before returning to his reflections of Mr. Potter’s map of dragon sightings in Europe on the wall.

Mr. Potter wasn’t the type to speak first.

But Sirius was.

“Have you heard from the Order, are they making a move toward this house?”

“They have better things to do than track down and punish a wayward son. They are waging a war on the entire wizarding world.”

“Not on all of them,” Sirius thought, thinking that his parents would not raise a hand against any of you-know-who’s followers.

Mr. Potter’s expression softened out of the corner of Sirius’ eye.

“You are no Death Eater, Sirius. They’ll leave you alone until you openly rebel against them.”

Sirius didn’t answer, didn’t reply to Mr. Potter’s words.

The silence stretched between them, like the space between him and his family.

Until Mr. Potter closed the gap.

“You are no Death Eater, Sirius.”

And those words, the repeat of them.

That’s when Sirius broke.

“What if…being a Black…what if it means something is…inherently wrong inside me. I would have…” Sirius paused, his eyes going ghostly still before he squeezed them shut as he bowed his head, “I would have killed them all if Regulus hadn't been there. I might not have even run, even against that many wizards. Not if I could take a few of them with me.”

Sirius looked up at Fleamont Potter then, facing his judgment.

But there was no judgment in Mr. Potter’s eyes, only sadness, pain the likes that one felt only for someone they treasured, treasured like a child.

“I want,” Fleamont cleared his throat, “for you to listen to me very carefully now, Sirius. Are you listening?”

Sirius nodded.

“Good.” Fleamont Potter said gruffly, “You. Are. Not. A bad person. You are a very good person, who bad things have happened to. And you have faced them with the bravery that others chose not to.” Fleamont paused, looking up at the mantel, but Sirius kept his eyes trained on the older man. “We’ve all got those drives,” Fleamont continued, “to good and bad, right and wrong inside us. What matters,” and here Fleamont looked back, catching Sirius’ gaze, “is the part we choose to act on. That is what makes you who you truly are, Sirius.”

Something clicked inside Sirius then, something he had spent most of his life raging against, but in which he actually believed now. His actions…what he did did make him different from his family. He resolved to make the rest of his life be a tribute to that.

I got inspiration for this one from these posts

[georgiapeach30513]

Drysdale’s Honeymoons

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Aster & Beck: Tuscany, Italy

Beck was the one who planned this honeymoon.  He told Aster not to fret, because he knew what he wanted.  He it made her sick to her stomach to not know what he was planning.  He said she was planning the wedding, so he got the honeymoon.  And he did SO good!  Aster is a bit of a wino.  She loves her wine almost as much as she loves her Beck.

He made sure there was plenty of wine and food tasting.  Plus plenty of places to...mark their territory.  They’re pros at quickies in small or awkward places.  She was actually so proud of him for his planning, because it was perfect.  They got to see so much of Tuscany, but then also get to have those sweet moments together.

They made sure to FaceTime Ellie everyday!  Beck also made sure to bring her plenty of different things.  He hated being away from her, even if he loved having time with just Aster, it was a confusing time for Beck.  Ellie was fine with it, but she did say next vacation she’s going.  And that’s how they started their kiddiemoon.  Six months after their anniversary, they went on a trip just them as a family.  Soon they would add in an Atlas, Orion, Stella, and Ayla though.

Iris & James:  Mykonos, Greece

The old married couple!  This trip was a long time coming, and it was just James spending every moment just loving on his wife!  They waited a lifetime to call each other husband and wife, and after they were married, it was like discovering each other all over again.

Iris started seeing her old Jamey come out on this trip.  His careful, life of the party side.  Obviously there was plenty of sexy time, but they spend a lot of time near, on, or in the water.  This is one of Iris’s favorite vacations, and still one of her favorite places to visit.  They even bring Posie with them a few years later.  Iris even learns to speak a bit of Greek because she loves it so much.

James discovers his love for fishing in Mykonos.  Iris isn’t a fan, but she loves just sitting and talking to her husband, still unbelieving that they made it to being married.  And he’s so proud of her.  Showing her off at every dinner.  He thinks he has the most perfect wife.  

These two are into exploring, but they’ve also had a lifetime of getting to know each other.  Started having relations when she was sixteen, and now they’re twenty-three and twenty-four.  So now it’s just living life together, and as a unit.

Blade & Lo: Zermatt, Switzerland

Our dorks!  So how did they find themselves in Switzerland?  The Matterhorn.  Blade wanted to see the real life Matterhorn, and wake up with that as his view and go to sleep with the warm lights of Zermatt while he tries to make Squish a sister (he fails and makes a brother).

You might not know this, but Blade is an excellent skier, and so is Lo.  So honestly, this is a perfect place for them.  He also loves those cozy nights in the room, and using body heat just to keep each other warm.  Pulling you closer to him, while he peppers his lips against you skin.  He didn’t know he would love having a snow bunny so much.

Blade while a techie, actually loves nature, and that natural beauty of things.  He swears that when Squish gets older, he’s bringing her back, so she can go skiing, because he’s determined she’s either going to ski or snowboard one.

Story & Carter: Private Yacht Around Europe

Carter had no clear destination for the honeymoon.  He just wanted his wife all the time.  Again, privacy is key for these two.  Story isn’t a huge fan of big crowds, and he doesn’t like to see Story anxious.  But the plus side, is her itty bitty bikinis that she thinks she so smart walking past him, she doesn’t get far, until she’s on his lap.

They’ll port in some places, and get off, but it’s mostly them on the yacht and taking notes for where they’d like to go eventually, and preferably with Otto, and eventually the rest of the brood.  

He made sure there was a private chef, and they would cook according the the country they bordered.  Story spent a lot of time lounging in the sun, her eyes drifting back to Carter, who loves to see her smile and be the Story he fell in love with, and yes, still pointe shoes.  He did have some specially made for her that are diamond encrusted.  He got a private show of her dancing in them, and a tutu, that was it.  He loves his tiny dancer.

Lucy & Chris: Thailand

Lucy and her beebs!  Chris wanted to go somewhere tropical, so her beebs would always be out.  They also chose Thailand, so they both could get a traditional Thai tattoo.  Tattoos and piercings become a thing for them in other countries.

Lucy found her spirit animal with the elephants.  They were always attracted to her, almost like they couldn’t get enough.  Chris tells her giant things just love her tiny body, and big beebs.  When they are in the room, Lucy and Chris are naked.  Period.  It doesn’t have to be sexual, it’s just what it is.  Since she chose not to leave the estate, there’s ALWAYS people around.  So when it’s just them, they’re naked.  

Water is Lucy’s element, she is a Scorpio after all.  She can’t get enough of the water.  Every part of the water, she always wants to be in it.  Chris just likes her piercings poking through he tiny bikinis when she gets wet.  Even going underwater to bite on them himself.  

Lucy doesn’t want to leave the estate, but she said if she was going to move anymore Thailand would be it.

[noelle1508]

Boyfriend

It was the end of the season and all the England teammate decided to meet up for one big party, as a farewell to the 2021/22 season.

It was being held in London at Ben Chilwells house which seemed to be the usual party house.

The four hour car journey was a long one for you, Phil and your fifteen year old daughter Lyla. So Ben invited you to stay the night.

Lyla has been friends with Ben’s son, Ollie for a while now. They became close because they are the same age and these parties became more regular the would see each other.

You could tell my the way Lyla talks about Ollie she had a crush on him, they would spend hours each night on FaceTime talking about football and catching up with each other’s lives.

Phil could tell about the small crush too and he was far from thrilled about it. He knew that at some point in his daughters life she will get into a relationship. And just the thought of her liking a boy made his skin crawl.

We’re about half way into the journey and Phil decides to stop off at a service station McDonald’s for some food since you all were pretty hungry.

“Lyla get off that stupid phone while we’re walking across a car park, i’m not pulling you back when a car comes through the drive through” Phil scolds Lyla as she does whatever they do on the phones these days

“Okay, okay. The phone is in the pocket” she groans putting her phone into the back pocket of her jeans

“What do you even do on that phone anyways?”

“I was messaging Ollie, he’s wearing his Chelsea shirt since i’m wearing my City shirt”

“Now i wish i never asked” Phil mumbles resting his chin on your head, waits in line to order food “Lyla, go grab us a table will you?”

“Sure”

Once again the phone is out the back pocket and she straight back to typing away

“i don’t even want to go to this now”

“Just because of Ollie and Lyla?”

“She my baby”

“She’s fifteen Phil”

Phil orders the food and you go down and sit at the table while Phil waits for your order to be called

“Lyla, please be careful around Ollie today. You don’t want to give your Dad a heart attack”

“Ollie is just a friend? I’ve had friends that are boys around before why is it a problem i hang around with Ollie?”

“Well you told me you had a crush on him and your Dad has caught onto it, so just be careful”

“Okay, i will”

“Food is here, eat up then we can get back on the road”

“Won’t your diet specialist kill you if she finds out you were eating Mcdonald’s?” Lyla says taking her chicken nuggets off the tray

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her” Phil winks at her

“So, Lyla”

“So, Mum”

“How has football been going at school then?”

Lyla had recently just started playing football for her girls school football team. She was doing pretty great from what you were hearing about it.

“Good, we have a game on Sunday. Will you be able to go to it Dad?”

“Of course i will” Phil scoffs as if it was a silly question

“We’re thinking about going on a summer holiday when Dad hasn’t got international duty. Have you got any ideas of where to go? We can’t decide”

“That’s if i get a call up”

“Dad, don’t be silly. You will and what about Tenerife”

“Tenerife sounds good, it’s not a too long plane ride either” Phil agrees

“Ben and Mason were saying about how they wanted to go there too, what if we all go on a big trip?”

“All of us?” Lyla asks

“Yeah, I’m sure Mason can take Jessica, Ben can take Ollie,Luke can take Maddison and Max and James can take Jack”

“Sounds not too bad, all the kids are the same age and they all get along” Phil says with a fake smile

Lyla laughs to herself knowing how fake the smile actually was, Phil was very uncomfortable with that she was going to be in bikinis the whole time.

It wasn’t what she wore which was the problem, Phil always let her wear whatever she wanted. It’s the fact that she was going to be around three teenage boys, one of which she had a crush on

“Well we haven’t got it booked yet, we will talk with everyone at the party. Don’t get too excited about it”

-

After another two hours they finally arrive at Ben’s, already you can hear the music blasting outside, just as Phil pulls in, Luke pulls in too.

“Lyla” Maddison shouts running up to her

“Hi Mads” she smiles, hugging her back

“We weren’t far behind you”Luke laughs walking up to Phil

“Lyla” Max shouts her and he whispers something in her ear which makes Lyla and Maddie look at each other with a smile

“What?” Phil asks suspiciously

“Nothing”

“Don’t look at me, i ignore them when we’re in the car” Luke puts his hands up in defence

Everyone makes their way into the party and the teenagers go and mix with each other, Phil’s eyes lock on Ollie who greets Lyla with a smile

“Calm down Phil, they’re just talking”

“Yeah Phil calm down” Ben says making his way over to Phil wrapping his arm around him

“Shut up mate” Phil laughs

Phil seemed to forget why he was tense twenty minutes into the party, once he started getting some alcohol in his system. He was never a big drinker but liked to drink on occasions like this.

You chat with Kennedy catching up with each other since it’s been a while since you last seen one another

“Ollie seems to like Lyla” She smiles taking a drink of her wine

“Oh he is, Lyla quite likes him too. They are always FaceTiming. They definitely like each other. Phil isn’t exactly happy with it but if anything does happen i think he’ll learn to live with it”

“James is a nightmare when it comes to girls, he has to know everything about them before they come over”

“They get so over-protective these days”

“I know, if the kids feel like there is a barricade around them they aren’t going to trust us”

As you and Kennedy continue to catch up you take a small glance at the group of teens and double take when you don’t see Lyla or Ollie.

Unfortunately Phil done the exact same thing.

Next thing you know, you’re walking up to Phil who is walk up to the group

“Where’s Lyla and Ollie?”

“Ollie took her up to his room to show her his trophies from football” Jessica says taking a drink of water

If it was water…

The group glares at her but you don’t focus on that, you focus on Phil marching upstairs, you run upstairs after him

“Phil, Phil”

“Shh shh” he quietens you, pressing his ear up against the door

“So what’s that one from?” Lyla asks

“Man of the match”

So they are looking at trophies…

“I like that one best”

“Thanks, you look really pretty tonight”

Phil reaches for the door handle but you quickly stop him and he looks at you with a confused look

“thanks, you’re not too bad you’re self”

Phil goes to open the door again and you try to stop him but it’s too late…you hear the footsteps of Lyla making their way over to the door.

And then she opens it.

“Mum? Dad? Are you listening in to my conversation?” she asks angrily

“You were in a boys room with the door closed” Phil tried to argue

“Because music is blaring and it was quiet. Ollie was showing me around his room and trophies”

“You still shouldn’t be up here just the two of you”

“Dad? Are you being serious? How am i supposed to go anywhere and have freedom if you’re watching over me like a helicopter the full time. Yes Ollie and I like each other…a lot but he said he didn’t want to take anything any further unless you were comfortable with it”

That last comment comes as a surprise to both you and Phil. You knew Ollie was a great boy but you didn’t realise how much respect he had for Phil

“You said that kid?”

“Well i know how protective you are of her and she is your only child. Just out of respect for you i didn’t want to take anything any further”

There’s a loud silence around the room and you don’t know who do look at, you can tell Phil is thinking about something and you can tell Lyla is mad about Phil and I listening in

“Okay, i’m sorry for listening into your conversation. I should respect your privacy. And Ollie, Lyla. I’ll give you one chance and once chance only. None of this getting back together bullshit. And if you’re going to be up here please leave the door open”

“Thank you Dad” Lyla squeals running up to him and hugging him

“Thank you Phil” Ollie smiles

Phil give a quick kiss on Lylas head and smiles back at Ollie before you both leave the room

“That was mature of you”

“I think i just realised my baby is growing up, she’s not going to be my baby for much longer” He says sitting down on the stairs

You sit down beside him and he rests his head on your shoulder

“She’ll always be your baby” you kiss his head and he looks up to you with a smile

“I love you so much”

“I love you too” you says pressing a small kiss to his lips

-

Did i like how this turned out? Absolutely not but i’m absolutely shattered and have a request to write.

Thank you so much to @shanwrites_ (on wattpad) for requesting this.

If you want a part 2 to this lemme know

[ana-benn]

Chubbs

Warnings: Jamie Benn, male insecurities manifesting as possessiveness, self-body shaming, it'll probably be a bit smutty....

A companion piece to Insecure.

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There was something amiss with your husband. You didn't know exactly what that was, but you only had a few more weeks until training camp so you hoped it would be a brief thing. That had been a vain hope after two weeks if him sulking through the house. Always grabbing a kid and finding an excuse to be elsewhere. If you had to identify it you could guess maybe he felt a little neglected this summer.

First you'd had family around, celebrating birthdays and what not, then you'd had to deal with a fussy teething baby and a jealous toddler, now Tyler had moved in temporarily because he was having his floors replaced. Something about a burst water heater. It was a far cry from a few years ago when you and Jamie would've gone traveling, and hanging out with friends. He was finally dealing with the family-man lifestyle and you could only figure he wasn't loving where it left him sometimes.

To be honest you didn't always love it either. You missed just picking up and going to watch him play in the middle of a long road trip, but pouting about not getting quality time was a bit much. It was just where you were with two little kids, and responsibilities to friends and family. Not to mention it had killed your sex life the last few weeks.

You decided naptime would be the perfect time to talk to Jamie, so after putting the boys down for their nap, and making sure Tyler had gone home to check in on the progress, you slipped into a bikini and went to meet Jamie poolside. You knew that's where he would be, since that's where you'd left him after Wyatt's swim lesson. He'd stayed outside reading when you'd taken the boys upstairs for nap time. It was a routine when he was home that he handled sleep schedules, but he'd let you sleep in this morning managing breakfast solo so you took the nap shift.

"Hey mister, can I join you?" You joked sitting next to him on a lounger.

"Huh, yeah of course," he mumbled not really looking up from his phone.

You began applying sun tan lotion, hoping the movement would get him to look at you, but when it didn't you nudged him with the bottle, "Babe, help me with my back?"

He looked almost wary as he took the bottle, and helped put lotion on your back. You let out a soft moan at the feel of the cool lotion, mixed with his rough hands. You felt him falter, before he quickly finished and went back to his phone.

You rolled your eyes at that, "What are you doing, Jame?"

"Just reading some stuff the trainers sent over," he said. "Wanna get ready for training camp."

About that time Tyler showed up, pulling his shirt off and plopped down on the other side of Jamie, "Mom, Dad I'm home!"

You laughed, but didn't miss the slight eye roll from your husband. You filed that information away, as Tyler started going into a dialogue about how his repairs were going. Somewhere in that Jamie just stood up and walked inside.

"Sorry Tyler, he's usually a much better host," you apologized watching your husband's retreating back.

"Eh, I get it I'm probably overstaying my welcome. I can get a hotel, so long as your good with watching the dogs. I don't think they'll be allowed," he mused.

"Nonsense, I'm going to go talk to him. You're not going anywhere, we said you could stay until your house was livable and we meant it," you scolded. "Just...maybe, if you hear the baby could you grab him?" You waited for his nod before leaving the baby monitor with him and going in search of Jamie.

You found him in your bedroom, laying back on the bed with his arm over his eyes. You took him in for a moment before shutting the door quietly behind you. When Jamie didn't move you decided to just dive right in.

You moved next to him and sat on the edge of the bed, "What's going on Jamie?" You asked softly.

"Nothing, just.... Nevermind it's nothing," he sighed out.

"You just walked away from your best friend mid-conversation, I don't think that's nothing," you pressed gently.

"If his feelings matter so damn much why don't you go out there with him. You're not usually his type, but he's been known to make exceptions," Jamie spit out bitterly.

"Okay, what the fuck Jamie!"

The silence that followed had you going to your dresser, pulling on a pair of shorts and a tank top, "You wanna sit here and sulk, fine! But don't accuse me of that, we both know that's not the kind of girl I am." Before you could reach the door he was on you, pulling your small frame into his body.

"No, then what kind of girl are you?" He mumbled into your neck before move up to kiss you roughly. You denied him entrance for a moment, but a rough nip caused you to gasp allowing him in.

"I asked you a question baby," he growled out as he let you up for air. Pushing you back onto the bed with softer hands than his tone should've allowed.

"I....I'm," you're response was cut off by Jamie pushing your shirt off to reveal your stomach, finally back to it's pre-baby flatness, peppering you with tender kissed mixed with sharp nips along your skin. You whimpered as he used the time to push the shorts off your body as well, pushing your bikini bottoms to the side and running a finger up your slit.

"Come on sweetheart, you can do it," he mocked lightly.

"Jamie, please," you cried out. The absence of his body over yours for weeks mixed with his teasing touches leaving you overwhelmed.

"Tell me what kind of girl you are, and I'll get you what you want," he compromised.

"I'm your girl," you spit out, as he plunged a finger in your core.

"You are, you're my girl baby, don't forget that," he praised. "Now you're going to cum for me, just like this and then I'm going to fuck you right here."

He kept thrusting his fingers into you, adding in a thumb rubbing against you clit, "Eyes on me." He commanded as you fell apart against his fingers.

You barely had time to gather yourself before he had his cock inside of you. You groaned at the feeling of him sliding home, as he leaned into you neck releasing a small groan of his own. After a couple of testing thrusts into you he resurfaced.

"That's my girl," he grunted out. "Feel how well you fit around my cock? This pussy was made for me."

You moaned out at his words, only able to lift your hips to meet his thrusts. "Say it," he commanded with a sharp thrust.

"M...my pussy was made for you," you whimpered out.

"Whose girl are you?" His voice was demanding and rough.

"Your's!" You were rewarded with a rough thrust of his hips, encouraging you.

"I'm all yours Jamie," you whispered in his ear. "No one else gets to touch me like this. No one else gets to fuck me."

His hips never stopped after that as he shoved you over the edge, crying out as you came around him. He pounded you through your orgasm and buried his rough, bearded face into your neck. His nips and sucking would mean a dark hickey, but you couldn't care in that moment. His fingers found your nub again as he worked you up to bring you over the edge one more time before he painted your walls with thick ropes of cum.

You stayed like that for a little while. Just stroking his hair as he kissed and nipped at your skin, "You ready to talk about it?" You asked.

Jamie sighed readjusting so you were next to him, his arm around your waist, "You know how I didn't really start working out until I got drafted? I made it to the stars and a few of this guy's would chirp me about being a little chubby. Whatever it was just guy stuff, I started working out and I got a nickname. I never really felt insecure about it, until Tyler started walking around my damn house shirtless. All I could think about was that every girl seems to prefer that and I don't compare. Isn't that just pathetic? I'm jealous like a thirteen year old girl," he confessed.

"I don't prefer that," you replied. "I prefer the guy who is home to help with the kids, and always down for mexican food," You moved to straddle him. "I like that you don't spend hours a day at the gym, so you can come home and read to the boys. I like that you give the best warm hugs, and you always know when I need to cuddle. I love you Jamie Benn, not some hyper-sexualized professional athlete."

He kissed you at that, and grinned, "Didn't you make me fuck you in full gear once?"

"Shhhh," you pressed your fingers to his lips. "We're not going to talk about that."

"Fine then we're going swimming, it's hot as hell," he laughed pulling you downstairs, insecurities forgotten. You grinned at him as you just enjoyed his energy.

It was good to have your husband back.

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Tattooed Idiots- N. Patrick

a/n: I went months where I couldn’t even think about writing anything and now I’ve written two things this week? OK. I was also recently talking to a friend about tattoo placement and how they regretted putting one little tattoo in the middle of their arm because it doesn’t flow with how they want to do their sleeve... It made me think of Nolan’s boat tattoo.  

warnings: none? swearing

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“Nolan James Patrick. In the flesh. I have to say, I feel honored to be graced with your presence.”

You hadn’t seen Nolan in almost four years, but here he was standing on the deck of your mutual friend’s lake house. A post college graduation reunion of sorts was planned for this summer, and a group of your childhood friends was now gathered for a week on the lake.

When Nolan left Canada for Philadelphia you left the same town for college in New York. The two of you were close growing up, but it seemed like the older you got the further apart you grew. Neither of you really knew why, and maybe it was just the physical distance that pushed your texts and calls further apart.  In retrospect this doesn’t seem likely as you have only been an hour train ride apart for the last four years.

You didn’t spend much time at home in the summers as you worked jobs and internships in the city, and it just so happened that your visits home never lined up with his. Your secret crush on your friend eventually faded, but now that you’re looking at Nolan’s bare back you can’t help but notice that his shoulders are broader, and his arms are thicker than they were back when you were kids.

Both of you had grown a lot over the last few years. You weren’t the same shy teenage girl and he wasn’t the quiet hockey player that dreamt of making it to the NHL. Going to school in New York had pushed you out of your comfort zone and had given you a newfound sense of confidence. Introversion was always a source of common ground between the two of you, as most of your friends were more outgoing and even a bit rowdy at times. For the last week you had racked your brain of what you would say when you saw him again. Would you fall into your old habits and close relationship or would be met with someone you didn’t recognize?

“I’m the one who should feel honored, you’ve only been avoiding me for about four years.”

Nolan turns around to face you and for some reason there’s a tinge of hurt in his voice that only you can probably pick up on.

“You know what, you’re right. You are lucky.” You chose to ignore that feeling and your quick retort takes Nolan a bit by surprise. He wasn’t expecting you to be so bold. He can’t do anything but laugh and as the day goes on you fall back into your old friendship and adjust to each other’s new maturities.

Later that day the group decides to make its way from the deck down to the to dock for a swim.  As you strip off your shorts and tank top to reveal your bikini clad body, you begin to feel a bit of self-consciousness sneak up on you. That, and you feel a set of eyes on you. It’s not until later that day that you find out who those eyes belong to.

“You know, a picture would last longer” You look over from the chair you are sitting in to see a rosy cheeked Nolan sitting on top of a cooler.

“You’re probably right... always were the smart one.” As he says it, you see him wink through his round rimmed sunglasses. Did he seriously just wink at you? Is Nolan Patrick seriously trying to flirt with you or is it just the day drinking talking?

Throughout the day you and Nolan continue to tease and banter, and in any other situation you would have definitely considered this flirting. Either way, you were having a good time and a little flirting felt harmless.

Later that night you’re all back on the deck after dinner.

“I need another Claw; anybody want anything from the kitchen?” You ask as you move toward the sliding doors.

“Yeah, I’m gonna get another beer.” You barely even hear his mumbled voice, but he follows you into the kitchen and you leave your rambunctious group of friends behind you. The next few minutes are quiet as the two you move around the kitchen in silence. You’re throwing some trash away that has begun to litter the counters and finally turn to face the sink as you crack open your well-earned drink. You can once again feel Nolan’s eyes on you as he leans against the counter behind you.

“Since when are you into tattoos?” You practically choke on your drink. His deep voice is now closing in on you, and his hot breath is now hitting your neck as he steps up and leans in close behind you. His bare chest is just inches from your back that is only covered by a strap holding your bikini top to your body. And his hands. His fingers are lightly tracing the delicate tattoo that now inhabits your right side. His hands are cold from holding his beer and he’s touching you so close to your breast, goosebumps now litter your skin. If it weren’t for him stepping even closer into you, you probably would have forgotten to breathe. His body is now touching yours and your short frame in being toward over.  You can’t help but lean back into him. Taking in his warmth and his familiar scent. His breath still hot on your neck as he mumbles, “You gonna answer my question or are we just gonna stand here all night?”

You wouldn’t have had any problem doing just that, but you clear your throat and turn around to face him. He takes a slight step back, but you’re still close enough to lightly touch his his upper arm and whisper, “Well, I’ve kind of had a thing for them since this guy I used to know got a little boat tattooed on the middle of his arm.”

You look up at him and he has that sly smile on his face that you hate but secretly love.

“You know, I used to have a massive crush on this chick who used to talk about how much she hated that little boat tattoo. She always gave me shit for putting a ‘tiny boat in the middle of my arm.’ She said I’d regret it one day when I decided to get a sleeve. She was probably right, but then she left and stopped talking to me.”

You jokingly push him back a little to distance yourself, “I didn’t stop talking to you, you stopped talking to me. And you didn’t have a crush on me. I would have known. Hell, I’m the one who spent my entire life quite obviously pining over you!”

You’re not arguing, you’re still just joking, but the mood in the air is becoming more serious as the two of you come to realize what has just unfolded. Years of mutual but unknown pining between the two of you finally comes to the surface and you’re both still processing what that  means.

You look up at each other, and you can’t help but laugh. Nolan laughs too, and he shakes his head, “I’m an idiot. I had no clue you ever liked me like that. I guess I always figured you were way too smart to be into me. Guess you’re just not that smart.”

“Who says I still like you?” You say it as a joke but there’s a moment when it dawns on Nolan that you probably don’t still like him.

“Nols, I’m joking. I definitely thought I was over you, but as soon as I saw you today I knew I was still fucked. You were right, I’m really not that smart.”

Your feet are moving you back into him and you’re met chest to chest again. Your hands hesitate but eventually reach up to his hair that he has let grow out, and his eyes close as he feels your fingers lightly tug on the wisps that fall at his neck. You’re still looking up at him, admiring just how beautiful he is just as your foreheads touch. They’re resting gently against each other and his arms have wrapped around your body to pull you close. You think maybe he’ll pull away, but you feel his hand take your cheek and then you’re kissing. Nolan can’t put how good your lips feel on his into words. Mind blowing may be the closest thing to accurate.

You kiss gently and his tenderness warms your heart but feeling his bare chest against yours and his arm wrapping around your waste, you can’t help but deepen the kiss. Soon the innocence is gone and you’re desperately holding onto each other. You bite at his lip and he can’t help but moan into you. Years of pining, years of tension, are finally being relieved.

Nolan pushes you back and traps you between him and the cold kitchen island. His lips dance over your neck and you gladly adjust to give him better access. You would have let him take you right there in the middle of the kitchen if you hadn’t been interrupted by an eruption of applause.

“Finally! God Damn!”

“We’ve only been waiting our entire lives for you two to get together.”

Remarks of relief and approval come from your group of friends who are now gathered at the back door. You bury your head into Nolan’s chest and you can’t help but laugh as you realize you really are the two most clueless idiots in the world.

“We really are idiots.” You look up at him and he looks back at you, smiling,

“Yeah, but you’re my idiot.”