#the way my hand was shaking putting my card in the slot

[roses-and-tears]

oh almighty lord in heaven above do destroy me for I saw my grandpa at the grocery store twice and had to book it

[evielmostdefinitely]

i need more about the wedding or the wedding press tour.

or smut on the train.

all of it. anything.

snow bride |young!coriolanus snow x capitol!reader|

prompt: based off the wedding night on the train before the press tour.

contains: smut. 18+. dom/sub dynamics implied. oral fem receiving. pinvsex.

“Wait!” Corio called, hand wrapping around your wrist, pulling you back towards him. Your champagne soaked squeals had him grinning, hand slipping around the white material of your dress. 

“Corio,” You laughed, turning in his arms. “What are you doing?” Your eyes shone, love drunk and glassy with adoration, the high of the wedding, the reception still fresh. Your family, friends, other elitist members had waved you goodbye, with tight smiles and slithering hopes of joy for the newlyweds. 

“It’s tradition, my love.” Corio smiled. Alone, he was more generous with his affection. His hands moved, bending at the knees to hoist you, one arm under your knees, the other on your back, cradling you to his chest. 

You laughed, head tipping back, dizzy off the champagne that seemed to endlessly flow, drunk off the way Coriolanus held you while you danced. He moved into the threshold of the train’s carriage, the wafting scent of roses. Tigris and your other bridesmaids had taken the liberty of decorating the honeymoon carriage. Dozens of white roses, just like the ones from the ceremony, lined the carriage’s space. Dripping wax candles in their holders for a more romantic ambiance. A bottle of champagne and a signed card of well wishes on the plush bed, where Coriolanus set you down. 

You lay there, sprawled, the frill and pearls of your dress around you, veil fanning around your head like a halo. Coriolanus grinned over you, blonde curls fallen from his coiffed hair from the night. 

“How will this do? Hm, for the next two weeks?” Coriolanus reached his hand up, now bearing his own wedding ring, complimentary to your own. “Up to the Prima Donna’s standards?” 

The nickname you despised had you rolling your eyes, shoving his shoulder lightly. “It’s wonderful.” You hummed, blinking up at him. “Much nicer than what I expected.” 

“You didn’t think I’d put you in something like the tributes used to come on, did you?” Corio grinned, stroking your cheek bone affectionately. “Your father would have a noose around my neck before we ever made it to the train station.” 

“No,” You giggled, shaking your head, your hand falling gently on top of his. Rings rubbing, metal on metal. “I just… It’s nice. Feels like home.” Your now shared home with Coriolanus, you meant. A wedding present after the engagement from your father, before you moved into the Capitol’s Presidential Mansion. Always with fresh cut roses, burning candles, and soft fabrics that relaxed Corio. Made it entirely your own. 

“We’ll be back in no time, my darling.” Corio whispered, the pad of his thumb brushing over the soft rouge of your cheeks. “It will be a nice break. Nice to see all of Panem. You can see my work throughout the Districts.” 

“I can’t wait.” You hummed, lips pressing gently into the pad of his thumb. Coriolanus’ cock lurched, a jolt of excitement even at the simple tenderness of your touch. 

You watched his eyes darken, that primal need fell over him easily, lips curling in a sinister smile. His hands slithered up your arms, circling your wrist gently before he pounced, slotting his body over yours, lips pressed to yours. You loved when Coriolanus was passionate rather than powerful. When he’d kiss you like you were his lifeline, like the very thought of his lips not on yours would have him breaking apart. When he took time to explore every inch of your mouth, swallowing your breathy, needy whines, his tongue pushing past your teeth. 

You could feel his erection even through the layers of your dress, pushing into you, hips rolling and rubbing into your own. His hands anchored your wrists down, squeezing them tightly before releasing them, tangling in your hair and veil instead. 

“Corio,” You whined, the tug of your veil still pinned into your hair. “I- Let me take it off.” 

He didn’t seem to hear, or ignored you if he did. His lips trailing up and down the side of your jaw, pushing into the nape of your neck to inhale your scent, the perfume oil you dabbed yourself with before walking down the aisle- it drove Corionalus mad the entire ceremony. His hands tugged at the veil again just to hear you whine, covering his smirk by sucking a bruise into your skin. 

“Corio, please.” Your voice lilted, breathy with desperate pleasure. “Help me take it off.” 

His lips were swollen, blossoming red and plump, his tongue running over the bottom lip. Despite the glint in his eye, he pulled back, offering you a hand. The carriage was beginning to rumble, you could hear the whistles and shouts of the crowd bidding goodbye outside over the crack of fireworks illuminating the Capitol. 

Coriolanus pulled you up gently, a hand on your hip to steady you as the train started to glide. His hands squeezing the fat of your hips through the dress, gliding down your thighs, your claves to shove the fabric back up. 

“No,” You clicked, a huff of annoyance. “You have to undo the buttons.” 

“Oh.” Corio mocked, eyes cutting to yours in warning. “My apologies, Prima Donna. How dare I not know.” 

You huffed, brows furrowing into a sulking frown. “That’s not a very nice way to treat your wife on our wedding night.” You held the bedpost, his fingers trailing up your legs, squeezing over the fat of your ass- playfully or a warning, you weren’t sure. 

“You should be nice to me, Corio.” You turn, batting your eyes at him from over your shoulder. 

He lifted a brow- amused. Fingers hooking the buttons from their fastens, calloused hands ghosting down your spine, leaving you shivering. “I think I’m very nice to you.” Coriolanus declared. 

“You’re teasing me.” You frown, lip jutting partly for show- partly because you knew how much he loved it. 

“I haven’t even begun to tease you, my love.” Coriolanus’ tone dropped to a dark, husky octave that had you shivering, nails digging into the post of the bed. 

 “Corio,” You whimpered, breath caught in your throat. “Don’t be cruel. Be nice to me tonight. It’s our wedding night. No teasing.” 

Corio hummed, loud and dramatic, like he was truly thinking it over. Maybe he was. Maybe he was contemplating being so cruel and teasing you, a punishment for you daring to step out of line- so he could regain control. Or maybe he’d do the opposite, be so doting and ravenous of you, give you the attention you were requesting so you’d become desperate for it even more. Keep you in your place that way, desperate and ruined, only for him. 

Coriolanus pulled the fabric off your shoulders, with a tenderness that made your knees weak, delicately removing the dress from you until you were left bare. Standing before him in your wedding lingerie, a garter on your thigh that bore the same initials stitched as his handkerchief. It was a tradition from the old world, something people had forgotten about or let die out with so many other traditions, but you kept. It was sweet, to you, carrying a piece of him intimately to reveal later. 

Corio’s eyes never left your thigh, sinking slowly to his knees in front of you. His initials there, stitched in metallic red thread to the white silk fabric, tied to your thigh in place. “Do you like it?” You whispered, the flecks of the golden flames from the candles reflecting in his eyes. 

Coriolanus’ gaze lifted to yours, hands cupping the back of your thigh, just above the garter. “You did this?” 

“Well, I-I didn’t make it. I, uh, I had it made but it was my idea.” You blushed, heart hammering. “My grandmother used to tell us stories that her great grandmother did this. It was an Old World tradition, but-but I thought it was… endearing.” 

Coriolanus nodded, eyes flicking to yours, a wolfish grin spreading across his lips. “Endearing…” He hummed, pad of his thumb swiping over the fabric that covered your inner thigh. “Very endearing.” 

“You like it?” You squeaked, nails raking over his scalp, pushing the curls back so you could better see his face. 

“Yes.” Coriolanus nodded. You didn’t think he’d take to the garter over the lingerie the way he did. “I think you look wonderful with my name on you.” 

You blushed, hands raking through his hair. His fingers slipped over your panties, tugging them down slowly. Coriolanus undressed you, just as slowly and tantalizing as before, leaving you entirely bare in front of him- except for your ring and the garter. 

Corio had you pinned to the wall, hands anchored in on your hips, tongue lapping furiously at your clit, running through your folds. His eyes on you, holding your gaze, sharp squeezes to your hips when you’d tilt your head back and look away for too long. 

“Corio- oh!” You whined, pulling at his scalp, pulling him further and further into your sopping cunt. His mouth suckled at your clit. He was always so good at giving head- too good, you’d told him once, at the beginning of your relationship, though he’d never tell you who his past lovers were. 

“‘M gonna- ‘m gonna cum, Corio, please. I-I’m close, I’m so close.” You writhed under his touch, hips bucking and twisting. His hands held your firm against the wall, fingertip shaped bruises blossoming on your skin, eyes on yours, nearly challenging. 

Your fingers curled, nails digging into his scalp, yanking at the curls, moans and whimpers tumbling from your mouth as your vision blurred. You hoped the train's walls were soundproof from the other cabins. Corio would normally mock you for being so loud, tease you with a slanted grin. Thankfully, his mouth was still occupied on you, even as your legs shook and slid down the wall, further onto his face.

Your chest heaved, a sheen of sweat that accompanied your flush over your body. Corio grinned, pulling away, hands still holding you in place. His chin was dripping with your release, and he didn’t dare bother to wipe it away. Instead, he kissed you. Hand gripping your jaw firmly, snaking to the back of your head. It was filthy, him making you taste your own release on his tongue. 

“I want you,” Corio growled, a heaving breath between a rather harsh kiss. “To keep that on.” He muttered, and you knew he was talking about the garter. “And just that on for the remainder of the night, do you understand?” 

You nodded, a pathetic mewl trapped behind your teeth, nose brushing his. Corio’s thumb traced your bottom lip, brushing over the kiss bitten, swollen lip before slowly pressing his thumb in. You took the digit obediently, cheeks hollowing around his calloused finger, sucking lightly. Coriolanus’ cock throbbed at the sensation, at the sight of your rounded eyes on him, sucking at his finger. 

“If you want me to keep being nice to you,” Corio’s chin lifted, looking down at you in that authoritative way that made you throb, aching from the freshness of your last orgasm. “You keep that on. Make sure it doesn’t slip.” 

Coriolanus kept his word. He was nice to you the entire night, long into the morning when you settled into District One. Your legs wrapped around his waist, clawing at his back, pressing his head into your neck to feel closer to him. He covered you with sweet kisses, lips dragging along your cheeks, your jaw, feather light kisses that had you swooning. 

You were aching, linearly limping to the podium with Coriolanus, clutching his arm up the stairs, trying to hide your wince with every step. You’d spend the day in bed after that. Coriolanus would have orders to give, meetings- boring matters you were ok to miss. He’d spend his next night as a married man in the large bath tub with you, petals in the water, your legs on either side of his thighs making the water slosh over the side. 

Every time he heard it announced- Mr. and Mrs. Snow. He would beam with joy. That politician smile, dazzling and smug, holding your arm as you walked to the podium of each district.

[athena-writes-i-guess]

Hi!! Can I request 8 pls

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Prompt: “Nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time!”

A/N: Hello friend! Thank you so much for this request! I love making cute small moments with Eddie and the reader so this was fun! I hope you like it!

“Baby, please?” You heard Eddie ask from next to you. You both were sat up against your head board in your room watching a movie.

You laughed lightly, “No way Eds.” You said, shaking your head, still looking at the TV.

“Come on, baby. I promise it’ll be so much fun, you’ll see.” He practically whined, his arm around your shoulder bringing you in closer to him.

You laughed again, a little louder, you were about to protest again when Eddie maneuvered himself into your eye-line and turned his giant, brown orbs onto you, a begging look on his face. “Please, gorgeous?” He furrowed his eyebrows for good measure.

“Nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time!” You chuckled, poking his bottom lip as he pouted.

“Baby, Sinclair has a stupid basketball game on Friday, I really need a substitute for him for Hellfire. Please, sweetheart?” He asked again, taking one of your hands and bringing it to his lips to leave a chaste kiss there.

Fuck. He was laying it on you thick tonight. He knew you were weak to his pleading eyes, they were sweet and soft like a baby cow and you found yourself giving into them more often than not. You flicked your eyes back to the TV screen, trying to break the spell they were pulling you under. “I told you honey, I’m having a movie night with Robin and Nancy. I don’t want to cancel on them.” You said, looking away as he tried to get you to look at him again. You bit back a smile as he huffed.

“You can reschedule movie night!” He exclaimed.

“And you can reschedule Hellfire!” You shot back. You laughed as he bounced up to his knees and put himself right in front of your view of the TV so all you could see was Eddie.

“But it’s the end of this semesters campaign! After winter break we start a new one! So we have to finish it this week baby. Please? For me?” He begged, literally on his knees. You made the mistake of looking at those doe eyes again.

Fuck.

You sighed playfully, your resolve crumbling, “Fine. You pain in the ass.” You said, watching the beaming smile come across his face, those dimples you loved out on display.

“You’re not gonna regret this, beautiful!” He promised excitedly. He grabbed your calves and pulled you down onto your back as you squealed in surprise and giggled. He then laid himself on top of you, slotting himself between your legs and placing his head on your chest as he looked up at you happily.

“You owe me Munson.” You smiled, bringing your hand up to card through his curls, you watched his eyes flutter contently at the contact. He loved when you played with his hair.

“Oh I know, I’ll make it up to you, I promise. I’m even gonna give you a magical weapon to make combat easier since I know you mostly like the role playing.” He said sweetly.

“That’s a start.” You teased, loving the way he hummed as you scratched his scalp.

“What else can I do?” Eddie asked, a cheeky smile on his face.

“We get ice cream after?” You suggested.

“Sounds good to me. Anything else sweetheart?” He questioned, looking from your eyes to your lips and back. You knew how he wanted to make it up to you, and who were you to deny him that?

“Hmmmm, you could kiss me until I can’t even remember my own name.” You said, biting your lip lightly.

“Oh fuck yes, I can do that sweet thing.” He said with that heated smile that made tingles like electricity run up your spine. He raised himself on his elbows on either side of you, caging you under him, before his lips came crashing down on yours hungrily. He kissed you deeply until you were both lightheaded from lack of oxygen and your lips were kiss swollen. He pulled back and started kissing along your jaw, “I love owing you, I’ll go into debt if this is how I get to get out of it.” He joked against your skin. You smiled, falling into the feel of his body pressed to yours and his soft lips on your skin, completely intoxicated with the feeling. You liked when he owed you too.

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[cwritesforfun]

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader: LOVE

You work closely with Rod and focus on booking bands for festivals. You know Teddy because you've attended rehearsals of different bands and he's always friendly with you.

Your First Name = Y/N Your Last Name = L/N Narrator = Julia Dunne (but Narrator for sake of the story)

**** the timeline is going to seem weird lol but I'm just writing what I want to write lol

Narrator: Could you just introduce yourself and what you do? Y/N: Of course, so my name is Y/N. Back in the '70s, I was attending college while also interning/assisting a festival booking agent. My boss, Mr. Murray, trusted me and was too high to do his job most of the time, so I got to find bands for festivals. It was amazing. I've always loved music and I love discovering new music even now. Narrator: And when did you meet The Six? Y/N: I met them as they were recording Aurora. Teddy invited me as well as their tour manager, Rod, who was someone I knew in the music industry to hear what they would be playing for upcoming concerts. I had heard Honeycomb and like the rest of the world, I was hooked by the new sound that the Six brought to the world. I was very excited, but I had to act professionally at the rehearsal. It was my job.

You arrive at the rehearsal, see Rod parking next to you, and you smile. Perfect timing. You shake hands with him before you both head inside to the rehearsal space. All heads turn our way.

Y/N: My first thought was how hot the whole band was. Eddie: Y/N was so beautiful. She was dressed so professionally and held herself so confidently when she first walked in.

Rod exclaims, "This is Y/N, she's a festival booking agent intern." Billy asks, "So, where's the other festival booking agent? The Mr. Murray." You answer, "Mr. Murray is unavailable today but will be present at the festival. To clarify, I am your primary point of contact regarding festivals and have the necessary authority to make decisions about festival lineups. If you have any doubts about my ability to do so, I can inform Mr. Murray that your band is not interested in playing festivals." Billy replies, "No no. You're great actually. I guess I just thought he would be here." You snap, "Learn to accept that people might let you down." Daisy replies, "Story of my life. My name is Daisy Jones."

Y/N: I was used to everyone thinking that I was too young and that I wouldn't be able to do my job. That's how so many bands were put on the blacklist for festivals. I would just label them as Uninterested. Do I regret snapping at Billy? No. I know the lead singer stereotype and also I wanted to book The Six. Eddie: I was in love with her. As soon as she stood up to Billy, I wanted to bow down at her feet and just praise her. Daisy: I liked Y/N. I liked her confidence in her position. It was refreshing to see young women who were taking over male roles. Billy: Y/N was right to snap. I shouldn't have assumed anything. Rod: I forget Y/N was only 21 when this happened. She seemed so mature in her responses.

The band sets up to play a few songs for you and Rod. You take a seat on the couch with Rod and he offers you a glass of champagne, which you gladly take. The band plays and you love it so much.

Y/N: I loved Daisy Jones and The Six. They were amazing, especially their new album. Each song brought something new and was collectively beautiful. Eddie kept meeting my eyes as he played. It was hot. Billy: After we played for Y/N and Rod, it was nerve-wracking. I didn't know what would happen or when. Rod said he knew we would sell places out. I was surprised how quick Y/N flipped through her binder and found a slot for us at 3 festivals. I shouldn't have doubted her abilities. She showed us how she picked them, why they aligned with our music, and how they would promote our music more. She clearly had a passion for festivals and music. Eddie: Y/N gave us all business cards with her number. Did I want to use it for personal reasons? Yes. Did I? Not yet. Daisy: I was the first one from the band to call Y/N on her personal phone. She seemed surprised to hear from me. See, Camila invited me to a house party with the rest of the band and I didn't want to show up alone. I knew the band liked Y/N and she was intimidating, so I invited her to go with me. She said yes. Y/N: Hahaha, yeah it was so weird. Usually, my first call from the band is someone claiming there is something wrong with their hotel room and that mine would be better. That one never works. They just want sex. I also get asked to become a groupie because bands love my energy at shows. So Daisy's call inviting me to a party was actually kind of nice. I shouldn't mix work with fun, but who cares? I was 21 and needed some fun in my life. I also didn't own a car, so sharing a taxi was fun. Daisy and I drank a whole bottle of wine.

Daisy drops the extra bottle of wine and we both just laugh then she seems annoyed. You exclaim, "Look, you still have the pineapple and I still have cookies. They don't need wine." She replies, "Yeah, but I feel like Billy will hold this against me." You reply, "Direct him to me then." She smiles.

We walk in and Camila is happy. She excitedly talks to us and gets us drinks. She seems sweet. Billy walks over and you can feel the tense energy in the room. He apologizes to you for what he said when you first met. You thank him and ask where the rest of the band is only to find out they are all outside.

You make your way outside, see more drinks, grab one, and then the rest of the band sees you. Warren pulls you into a hug, which you weren't expecting. Then Graham and Karen give you hugs. Then Eddie gives you one and you feel your heartbeat skip a beat. Great.

Graham asks, "So, how was the ride with Daisy?" You answer, "We drank a whole bottle of wine. It was good." Warren laughs and asks, "Have you heard any bands better than us for festivals?" You answer, "No, you all are my favorite. But, you can't tell anyone. It will ruin my job. I'm serious. If I find out one of you ruined this job for me, you're done." Karen says, "I think you need more alcohol." You nod and answer, "I do." Eddie: Y/N was intimidating. She was a smart and beautiful woman who didn't put up with anyone's shit. I was scared to talk to her. But, Warren convinced me to approach her and talk to her at that party. I was nervous as hell, but that conversation was good. We talked for a while and we got to know each other. Y/N: Eddie was so nervous and it was so cute. I was nervous too. I didn't want to slip up and ruin my job. I also was nervous about having a crush on a member of a band. I worked with several and I was worried he just wanted to use me for sex. Graham: I've never seen Eddie like that. He was with one girl for the whole party. He even called her a taxi to go home because she didn't want to spend the night. He was head over heels for her. Y/N: Eddie and I hung out just us two a few times before they went on tour. It was hard to get together because I was usually out of town or visiting bands and he was always rehearsing. I also went to another party at the band's house and I spent the night that time. I stayed in Eddie's bed next to him and that night was the start of our relationship. We both couldn't sleep and we both confessed that we liked each other. It was cute. Eddie: I still can't believe she liked me at the time. We went on a few dates, but then the tour was about to start. She was worried about my lifestyle during the tour and she told me that festival season kept her busy and that she was worried we wouldn't make time for each other. She also told me that it was okay if I slept with other girls because we weren't really in a relationship yet. I was falling in love with her at the time, but I hadn't fully come to terms with that yet. I told her she was the only one for me, but she didn't seem to trust me and I wouldn't have trusted me then either. I was still high or drunk all the time with no thoughts about the future. I wasn't the most trustworthy guy, but I wanted to be for Y/N. Trust is built and I know that. So, I agreed to a temporary break-up at least until the end of the tour if we still wanted to date at that point.

FESTIVAL STOP #1 ... 2 weeks into TOUR

Eddie: I was so excited to see Y/N again. I missed her and I realized I loved her when we were apart. I fell in love fast and that was scary to me because I knew that what I felt was real and what if she did not feel the same way. It was scary. When we pulled up to the festival in the middle of this desert, it was Mr. Murray waiting for us and I was so worried for Y/N. I didn't understand where she was and why she didn't greet us. I was worried she was fired or mad at me. Karen: I've never seen Eddie so worried or Billy so confused. You could tell that Mr. Murray didn't know the festival that well and Billy was annoyed about it. Eddie asked about Y/N at least 3 times. Mr. Murray just told us that she was our guide and we would see her later. I think Eddie had a lot on his mind and needed to see Y/N to be able to relax before the show. Y/N: Mr. Murray was hopeless. He was meeting the bands at the gate, but he wasn't giving them proper instructions. He would give them instructions on how to find the trailers and tell them when they were set to perform and that was it. I would have to find the bands long before their set and give them a proper rundown to make sure everything ran smoothly. I was running back and forth across the festival to make sure things went smoothly logistically. It was a nightmare of a day for the most part... Eddie was the light in my rather dark day.

You find Daisy Jones and The Six sitting outside the band trailers smoking. They all look so happy to see you and Rod says, "We had a great chat with your boss. I think Billy really enjoyed him." You glance at Billy who rolls his eyes. You laugh and exclaim, "That's why I'm here. I know you need a rundown and I'm here to make sure you know what to do for tonight. Is everyone ready?" They all nod and you talk them through the whole rest of the day/night. They ask questions and you're quick to clarify it all. By the end, they seem to understand everything and seem better off. You exclaim, "Great chat, okay, I'm going to find the 3 pm band. Their set is in 45 minutes and they have no crew nearby ready for setup. I will be back for you 40 minutes before your set unless Rod takes you to the stage." Rod says, "I don't mind. You seem busy. I know where to go and how to avoid crazy fans." You nod and you start to leave when you feel a hand on your wrist. You turn to see Eddie looking down at you with worried eyes asking you, "Can we talk?" You answer, "Sure," before you can stop yourself.

You lead Eddie to a quieter spot in the band area and he asks, "So... um... how have you been?" You sigh and ask, "Is this just to catch up? Listen, Eddie, today has been really stressful and my boss is making everything worse. If this isn't pressing, I need to go and fix this festival. If we need to talk, I will be off tonight and with you for a week. I can't wait to be off work and traveling with you for a week." He looks down at his hands and asks, "Was there anyone else while I was gone?" You take his hands in yours and answer, "No, there wasn't." He smiles and says, "Good. You're kind of it for me and I wanted to make sure we were on the same page." You press a light kiss on his cheek and say, "You're the only one for me too. I need to go, Eddie. You're going to play great tonight and I can't wait to see you perform live. I also cannot wait to travel with you. I do need to go." He kisses me on the cheek and says, "Thank you, and good luck. You got this, Y/N. I'll see you later."

Daisy Jones & The Six hit the stage. They're stunning. You swear, they just keep getting better and better. The audience goes crazy for them and you see so many silly fan signs about Billy. You even notice Mr. Murray enjoying the performance. You gave the band the sunset slot and

After their set, you're still double-checking everything for the headliner, but you notice the band lingering backstage. You run over to them, and ask, "Hey, if you guys want to watch our headliner, you can go upstairs to the second-floor view or you can watch over here. Whichever you prefer really." Daisy asks, "When are you free??" You answer, "Oh, I still need to make sure the headliner gets here and set-up for that is good. I can relax during their set, but then I have to make sure they get out of here just fine. I can't leave until it's all done. I have the name of the hotel you're staying at from Eddie and I can meet you all there after. I don't to keep you waiting." Rod says, "Dear Y/N, you will make one hell of a festival booking agent one day. I'm going to speak to your boss' boss about you." You say, "Thank you, sir. That's really kind of you." Mr. Murray storms over and says, "Y/N, we have an issue. Follow me." You wave bye to the band and follow your boss.

Y/N: They all stayed for the headliner. I left with them because Rod told my boss that they needed me that night. Mr. Murray didn't even fight him on it. I was happy about that. Narrator: What happened to Mr. Murray? Y/N: He was fired a few days after the festival. Most of the bands complained about him to their tour managers and their tour managers spoke to HR and HR spoke to his boss. I was called about the news while I was with Daisy Jones and The Six. I was also offered a pay increase until graduation and a full-time position after graduation. I would be able to view and sign the contract upon my return to work. Narrator: How was your week off? Y/N: It was one of the best weeks of my life.

You arrive at the hotel, happy to have a week off from work. You sit with the band in Daisy's bus eating burgers. You're still not sure how Rod knew your order. You were sitting on Eddie's lap on the couch next to Warren. Eddie has his arm wrapped tightly around your waist as if you were going to leave at any time.

Warren exclaims, "Y/N, Eddie asked your boss several times where you were earlier. Your boss didn't seem to want to answer that. I think he hated us. Because then Billy was sassing him and was annoyed too. Does your boss hate you or something?" You answer, "He didn't answer because he really had no idea where I was. I was running from stage to stage and to the trailers the whole day fixing his mess. It's his fault for not doing his job in the first place." Warren says, "You really helped Eddie relax before the show, Y/N. Did you guys have really hot sex or something?" You cough up some of the drink you were sipping on and Eddie says, "Dude, not cool." Warren shrugs and laughs then starts talking animatedly to a groupie. Eddie leans to your ear and whispers, "Let me know when you want to go. We have a hotel room for just us." I turn to face him and say, "That was very forward of you." His face blushes bright red and he says, "I wasn't saying that, but I mean I wouldn't mind that." You laugh and you lean in to kiss him on the lips, which he does.

You spend another hour or two with the band drinking and finally, you tell Eddie that you're tired. You take a shower together then get into bed. You lay your head on his chest and exclaim, "Just so you know, I'm really happy to be here right now." He asks, "Do you mean on tour, on break from work, or with me?" You answer, "All three, but mainly with you. I missed you a lot. I'm sorry I told you that we should part ways until the time was right. I was overthinking and overreacting to something that hadn't even happened." He kisses your forehead and says, "I missed you a lot too. I wrote a song about you. I also ... I think you should know that I'm falling in love with you and I can't stop myself." You look at him and kiss him on the lips. You say, "I'm falling in love with you too, Eddie. I want to hear that song one day when you're happy with it." He smiles and says, "You will, baby."

Eddie: We spent that night together and we were so blissfully happy. That was an amazing night. She loved me back. All was right in the world. Y/N: We were rudely awoken by Warren who came running into the room to tell us about the night he had. Eddie kept pulling me closer and closer the whole time as Warren spoke. Warren told us that our PDA was too much before he left. Eddie: I was happy. There was never enough PDA with the one you love. Warren: Haha yeah those two were attached at the hip the whole week starting that very first night and they were always kissing or touching in some way. I wanted that so badly. I wanted a girlfriend. My time would come just not yet. Y/N: The rest of that week was amazing. We had a great week together. When I had to return to work, Eddie and I both cried. The band drove me to the airport and I saw tears in all of their eyes. I loved to see that they loved me as much as I loved them. I truly loved that band, mainly Eddie. I got back to work and was promoted. It was great. I saw Eddie and the band at two more festivals. I didn't know that the last festival was going to be the last time I saw them all together as a band. I wish I had treasured that performance and that experience more. When Eddie left the band, he just showed up at my door. Eddie: I left and I knew where I had to go. I had to go to the one place where I felt at home and at peace. I went to see Y/N. She made me feel loved and appreciated. I love her. Narrator: I notice a wedding ring. Y/N: Eddie and I got engaged a year after the band broke up. Then, we got married a year after that. Warren was Eddie's best man and he was so happy for us. We were happy to have him there. Daisy and Karen showed up too. They were both so happy for us. Billy sent a present and a sweet note. Graham was also busy that weekend. Graham visited us with his wife once. Eddie was so happy at our wedding, and so was I. It was the best night of my life. Eddie: That wedding was the happiest night of my life. I married the love of my life. It was pure bliss. Warren: Eddie and Y/N's wedding was great. There was lots of booze, lots of dancing, and delicious food. Lisa and I had a great time there. Karen kept running on stage to play songs on the keyboard with the band, they loved it. Daisy was happy for Y/N and it was good to see her happy again. Daisy: I love Y/N. I wouldn't have missed her wedding for the world. Eddie is cool. I'm glad he and Y/N are together. Karen: I don't remember most of their wedding after 10 pm. I drank a lot and had a massive hangover the next day. I had fun. I was happy that Eddie found his soulmate. Y/N: Karen said I was Eddie's soulmate and it certainly feels like we were meant to be together. Narrator: And did you get the festival booking agent job? Y/N: Haha yeah I did. I run the place now. I still book festivals, but there is more flexibility with this job. I get to do what I love, which is something I am so proud to say. Eddie is a producer and he sends some of his clients to me for festivals. We love it when we see each other at work. We call each other work wife and work husband. Eddie: I love my job and I love seeing Y/N at work. My work and home wife forever and ever.

[lady-assnali]

Candle (Rosenali)

Here’s a “six sentence Sunday” even though it’s not six sentences. Thanks for supporting my decision to write stupid shit @sexynetra you’re the real MVP (also I keep forgetting to text you when I post things so I’m keeping myself out of trouble)

So here’s a silly little thing for you all. Happy Sunday, stay hydrated

—

Rosie,

            I just found this brand and it’s amazing, you need to light it as soon as you get it! Can’t wait to hear what you think ;)

-D         

            The package comes as a surprise to Rosé after a very long day at school. The box holds a little candle with a simple, pastel blue label. She pops it open and is delighted by a blue wax heart melted into the top of it. And the smell? Even without lighting it she’s happy to have it. It smells like a sunset, like golden hues and the comfort of a home. Somehow, it’s exactly what she needed. There’s something about Denali knowing these things before she does that makes her cheeks flush, and she pulls out her phone to distract herself.

            Just got your package, she types hurriedly. Lighting it right now. Just what I needed, thank you baby <3

The spring musical is fast approaching and while her cast is catching on quickly to the choreography, they’re not yet at par with the kids of years’ past. She’s been waiting for a long time to direct The Sound of Music, and while she’s excited to see the end result it feels like she’s having to go through a trial-and-error process of teaching in order to get some of the kids in line. She’d lost a lot of talent with graduation; there’s hope, sure, but there’s also a lot of hands-on work that needs to be done in order to shape this cast into her standard of work. Fun, chill teacher Rosé gets put on the back burner a bit during musical season. This is director Rosé’s time to shine.

            Which brings her to working on things for choir and theory at home. Her planning periods have turned into musical planning; working through what the set will look like, taking phone calls to ensure the children she’d casted to fit into the younger Von Trapp roles will be okay with their slots of rehearsal time…she’s getting everything done, just in intervals of ten-to-thirteen-hour days instead of just eight.

            Tonight is no different.

            She stretches out on the couch just as the end credits of her current tv binge scroll along the screen. She’s not sure how long she drifted off for, only that the gorgeous, spiced vanilla scent has permeated the entire room, engulfing it in warmth and familiarity. Carding her fingers through her unruly curls, she sighs as she rises from the couch. The weight of the days has hit hard, and although she has a few ungraded papers on the coffee table and a plate left out from her lazy dinner of random leftovers, all Rosé wants to do is turn off the day. Tomorrow will be a new chance to get her cast in line, and maybe she can spend her planning period finding a reason not to cancel the entire show. 

            This time of night is particularly cathartic; she walks a lap around the apartment, shutting shades and folding blankets, leaving dishes in the sink for tomorrow (because honestly? It’s only a few weeks until tech week. She hears the Goatherd song in her head all day long. Saving the dishes for tomorrow is the only way to save her mental sanity). She bends over to blow out her new candle and suddenly, she’s very awake. The little blue heart has melted away, revealing a set of carefully placed friendship bracelet beads. She blinks, thinking that the message is an illusion caused by her lack of sleep. The letters don’t budge. And so, there’s a bunch of tiny glass beads around the wick asking ‘sit on my face.’

 She feels the curve of a smirk at her cheeks and she’s shaking her head, pulling out her phone to take a photo.

            Really? She texts Denali, hoping that her silly eye roll will translate through her typing. I thought that was your job.

Denali 10:30 pm

            What if I wanted to try something new?

            Rosé’s in the middle of a witty response when Denali’s text bubble pops up again.

Denali 10:31 pm

            Also, they didn’t have one that said ‘I want to sit on your face.’ I’m pretty sure that’s too many letters for one candle.

Rosé 10:31 pm

And no manners.

Denali 10:33 pm

            So specific.

            Pain in my ass.

            Okay, so even though it’s way too many letters I guess it should have said ‘please sit on my face.’

Rosé 10:34 pm

            That’s what I thought. 

            You can come over if you want.

            I want you to.

Rosé 10:36 pm

            This candle smells like you. 

            She hits send before she can chicken out, tossing her phone face down on the couch. This is totally normal behavior for friends, right? Friends with benefits? But she’d never put Denali in that category; lately, the benefits have been movie nights and wine tastings and sleepovers that last multiple days. They’ve been sharing clothes, she’s been helping with Donut…she’s not sure how it happened, but she’s not able to stop herself from any of it. She can’t even bring herself to say no to the blonde even if she’d just been about to go to bed. Everyone’s teasing is absolutely right; she’s completely undeniably whipped.

Denali 10:37 pm

            That’s the point, Rosita ;)  

            I’m glad you like it.

            I’m on my way.

[jumpols-nostrils]

Things in dangerous romance that live in my head rent-free now, because I found them interesting or funny.

In part two, they shake hands with their left hand, boy-scout style. I didn't find that funny, or anything, I just immediately noticed cuz it was unusual. Then again, it might be a thai thing I'm not aware of.

"Labor omnia vincit". Hard work/labor wins over everything. In the art classroom. Quite a choice xD

"Damn! They threw water at you?!" Ksklflaj he's literally being through much worse like a day ago or so! And what's with that specific "like a bully scene from a Japanese drama"? That's so funny. Shit like that happens all the time in schools. IRL. It's so random, I can't stop thinking about that xD

When the bullies come into the classroom and they clap Guy's shoulder twice. But then JJ's character didn't get to and he looks so offended! That one was funny and on purpose. But his look keeps replaying in my head akkskfksa

Part three. The Karen at the car wash scene. Are we supposed to ever take him serious again? 😂😂😂

The credit card. Y'all, this is driving me crazy. We know exactly how and when Kanghan put the card into Sailom's pocket. But Sailom? Okay one: he noticed what Kanghan did. Which is honestly the most embarrassing part for me. Kanghan, your job was fairly easy here... But then he somehow manages to take it out, and put it under the hem of Kanghan's shirt, into his asspocket. WITHOUT Kanghan noticing. Which would have actually been the most embarrassing part, if it wasn't for the fact that Sailom is a fucking magician and I can't blame Kanghan for being oblivious. There was no moment where Sailom had the chance to do that. I am blown away. Fave fave fave!!

Part four: Little info: If someone, in any way, told me to punish my dog, in any form, for discipline, I'd punch them square in the face. I don't care if it's a metaphor: think before you speak. You're in dangerous territory

And lastly, my fave: The giant "Warmth and Love" Heart in the last scene of episode 1. Classic!

To be clear, this isn't some analysis or anything. Just random little things I noticed that I'm just making a little fun of. Not because I hate it. I'm having fun so far! I'm just not gonnna be taking it all too serious... It doesn't feel like the show will fall in that slot anyways.😬

[the-orbz]

Nelchgotoy - Bonus

I ended up enjoying the usage of Writer, let us continue writing for her, shall we not? Sometimes it is worth it to make a deal with the devil- or an equivalent.

She sighs as she wanders into the store, looking around at what there is. “Did he want me gone?” She sees the suit is still on, incomplete on her, missing legs and claw parts. Maybe they do not make suits for her kind? She sees the blue glow of overshield cover the exposed parts, wondering if that even helps in most cases. Either way, it is worth enjoying the shopping and looking around. Up on the ceiling, a classic place to look, she looks to see if they too paint their ceilings with stories, with knowledge of the past. All that those areas provide is just lights and cameras, a strong watch over her and any others who may be suspicious. Maybe there is a story in that too, a story about needing security and needing to watch.

“Hello! May I assist you?” The store worker pops up from behind a rack of clothes, wearing dark blue outlined with light blue. “My job is to make sure you have the best possible time here at the C-Tek and Clothes store!”

She sighs, expecting to not have options. “Yeah, I noticed this suit I have does not cover most of me-”

“Well,” she is quick to interrupt, noticing the suit, “Your suit is a very low cost variant, it has the legs removed mostly, it has the finger tips removed, it has the helmet attachment spot removed, and it does not even have a crystal slot! Of course that is no problem, crystal slots are not required but they are what makes C-Tek C-Tek!”

“Well I think the removed parts are because of my shape- I mean, do you even carry suits that could fit me?” The doubt shows in her words, her not even seeing a model with such things.

“Of course, we make suits for every possible size! We just have the Anthoid shaped ones because that is the most common- I mean it mostly fits you already! And we see a lot more of them. It is not even hard to change the shape most of the time, only for excessive different shapes. Your legs may have that shape, but we can help.” She pulls out a screen while talking, pulling up different variations of suits to show her.

“Oh. How long have you had options for other suits?” She is relieved to know she will not be treated too differently, happy to continue shopping.

“Just recently, actually, the funding from the cult outside and the bounty hunters greatly helped us.” She looks at the information on her screen, not noticing someone come up.

“Excuse me, employee, may I take it from here?” The blue haired man looks down at the employee, ready to help Writer with her suit.

“Oh? Yes boss!” She nods and hands him the device, walking off to go help someone else.

Writer looks at him, he wears a C-Tek suit too, but his seems to have a bit more presence. An Anthoid, one that should be known. “Have I seen you in the paintings?”

“Yes, want to take a guess before I say who I am?” Energy flows through his suit as he stands, looking up at her. The light blue color glows against the grey, and the helmet slot makes an apparent difference compared to her lack of such.

“Hmm, a champion for sure.” She recalls the paintings, somewhere near the end was him, if anywhere. He is alive after all, so it would have to be a painting of a more recent time. “…the ruler?”

“Yes, Magi is my name, what is yours?” He puts his hand out to shake hers, aware of the claws but not caring.

“My name is Writer, nice to meet you Magi.” She hesitates before accepting the handshake, but sees that the suit he wears stops her from gripping too tight.

“I would like to help you get a customized suit, and help you sign up for a C-Tek card.” He pulls a side menu open on the screen. “Will let you borrow money no worries, so you can pay for the suit.”

“Borrow money… that I have to pay back?” She knows she does not have a source of income, and why would the cult provide her money? Very reasonable to see this is not for her.

“Well, if it is your first purchase and you have the suit customized for me, you get it a lot cheaper. No extra profit charges, just the cost of what you buy by what it costs to make it.” He examines her body as he works on designing the suit on the device, now using 3 sections of the screen, we swipes the previous two into the pages option and focuses on her legs. “Do you use magic?”

“I will consider it, how can I make money with this suit?” She notices him looking at her legs, and looks back up at the device to see what he is doing, seeing a suit design on it. “Yes, I use a lot of magic.”

“You could do bounties and stuff, that is what most people do. Are you very fond of the 3 pointed feet?” He looks at her stare and continues, pulling up a clip from the arena. “Odd, do not remember scheduling- oh, Gilc did.”

“Yes, using something else would be weird.” She sees that he is watching her clip and notices things she did which were more powerful than usual, including her final move to defeat fighter G. “Oh that’s me-”

“Well, I do have pads made specially for this, normally it is used over other things to have 5 inputs, but I believe it will work for you. Do you want a helmet or simple controls only?” His design shows light blue over the claws, energy veins stopping much higher due to the bigger size of the pads.

“Uh, less helmet is better, but I would like it to still cover my face.” She looks at the color of her legs and finds pride in the blackness of it, wanting to keep that appearance.

“Oh the crystal determines the color, if you want to keep black that is no problem.” He looks at the design and considers multiple possibilities, wanting to see the best possible suit made for her. “How does it feel to have something between the prongs?”

“In the middle? Not the best, but between the individuals it is manageable. I would not prefer it though.” She lifts her leg and looks at it, running her hand up the prongs of the feet and feeling between. “I do not feel it that much, but I would not want it affecting my mobility.”

“Alright, would you like to try it?” He finishes the customization on the device and hits save, he sends it to another machine in the building to have the machines grab what is needed. “No extra costs to try it, but I will kill you if you run away with it.”

“Yes- let’s see how it fits.” She watches as he hits the device buttons, wondering how it works and how long it will take.

“To the dressing room then.” He uses the blue crystal to teleport them a short distance, the power of crystals to make such a simple task so easy.

“Oh- was not that far of a walk.” She sees a noticeable lack of a suit in the room presented, only a number of gadgets.

“Yes, but getting the keys to unlock it is annoying. I see you can tell there is no suit, I am going to edit yours directly.” He pulls out a NTechnician knife and already starts cutting into her suit. “Greatly reduces the cost when you save materials like that, I am sure you would like that considering you were worried about cost.”

“KNIFE AT MY CHEST” She quickly panics, he is close to her and working already-

“Calm down, I know what I am doing. Consider the repairs of the missing parts for free since I scared you.” He puts the crystal attachment back on. “Black is a death crystal by the way, I do not know if you can use that kind of magic. What does black magic even do in these, harm is kind of a bad thing to channel.” Ironic from him, a soul mage, black magic is a specialty for him.

“I can try learning it, it is just a color, should not be too hard.” She feels the knife stop before her chest as he cuts, seeing the square be removed and a new one put back. She thinks about the magic, black is an unusual one, one of harm, one of death, one of shadows and summons. A worthy magic to learn, but scary and tough.

“A hard magic to learn, impressed you want to pick it up. Black crystal may help you learn with the suit.” He cuts near the neck, fixing it to have a helmet input slot and attaching the wireless adapter in the middle slot. He uses the other two for the neck wires and runs it up to her ears. “The helmet will be nice, but I assume you can’t get it right now but the possibility is there.” He pulls out the wireless adapter and holds it in front of her. “Middle slot, you will need one like this.” He moves down to her back and cuts near where the wings, fixing the veins to properly support the neck and back. “You are beautiful, the marks look great on you. And your eyes go well too.”

“Oh, nice.” She looks at the piece in his hand before he takes it back. “Okay, I will see what I can put on this card.” She again tries to stay still as he cuts, wondering how far it goes. “Thank you.”

“Your ‘socks’ are going to be the important customized part, I worked on this while we were talking. Basically, it has a crystal and works as 3 pads, the pads are energy based and actually work near the top of these prongs. The crystal is between and low. As per usual you can upgrade your suit, boots will need to be customized too- and your wings work through the suit somehow.” He backs away once everything is on her. “Gloves use energy tip claws too, same function as the prong ones.”

“How much does it cost?” She sighs seeing how the light blue glow on her legs stays.

“Your name?” He looks at the screen and totals the cost, seeing only ⅓ of what a suit would be.

“Writer” She lifts her legs to see them mostly as normal.

“You have enough on your account to pay for it, you won the Arena and got a money transfer from the other fighters. You also got a huge sum from someone else.” He processes the order. “You could buy the helmet too, with this much.”

“Saving money for a date! Going to eat at that restaurant over there, it looks nice.” She is excited as she messes with the hands, moving around in her newly enhanced suit. “Yeah, use the other amount to pay for the socks and gloves.

“Done” A simple tap and the purchase is made, not like it is hard to undo, but he keeps to being swift.

“Thank you, Magi, it was wonderful to meet you and have this experience.” She gives a nod before returning to looking at the suit.

“Haha, no problem, just want you to enjoy Nelchgotoy best as possible. I hope to give every new shape and species a suit that works for them. This helps make a lot more.” He unlocks the door and opens it for her.

“Bye, hopefully see you again.” She waves as she walks out.

“I have a feeling you will.”

[bordemm]

𝑉𝐴𝑁𝐼𝑇𝑌 (𝐷𝐴𝐼𝐶𝐻𝐼 𝑆𝐴𝑊𝐴𝑀𝑈𝑅𝐴)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴅɪʟғ! ᴅᴀɪᴄʜɪ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ (ᴅᴀɪᴄʜɪ ɪs 42 ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪs 19), ᴘʀᴀɪsᴇ? ᴍɪʟᴅ ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅɪɴɢ, ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ, ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇs(ᴀɴɢᴇʟ,ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏɴᴇ) ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ʜᴀʀᴅʟʏ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴍᴋ ɪғ ɪ ᴍɪssᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏ

ᴅᴀɪᴄʜɪ x ғᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴀsᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴄᴀʟ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴅᴇᴘᴏᴛ ᴅɪʟғ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʟᴘ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2,084

ɴsғᴡ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴛ

You slipped out of your car, locking it with a final beep as you made your way to the entrance of the home depot. You pulled out your phone, staring intently at the wiki how in front of you, the instruction in big, bold letters.

‘How to build your own vanity

It should be simple enough. Frankly, you weren’t in any position to buy yourself a vanity, so you settled for the next best thing, building it yourself. You gazed up at the aisle names looking for the right one. You knew how out of place you looked here. If your tiny little skirt and even smaller shirt weren’t a sign you had no idea what you were doing, the confused look on your face was more than enough to let the others around you know. You walked down the lumber aisle, dwarfing under the tall shelves as you look for a 4x4 plank of wood. What the fuck was a 4x4? You bit your lip, bending forward to get a closer look at all the names on the items on the self, trying to figure it out yourself, too stubborn and hardheaded to ask for help.

Daichi walked down the aisle, his eyes meeting your hunched-over body as your big innocent eyes scanned the shelves. You looked...confused, and well, Daichi is a nice man, and what kind of man would he be if he let a sweet little thing like you wander around this giant store confused.

“Excuse ma’am, do you need help?” he asked, making you jolt a little, gazing up at the man in front of you. He was big. His muscles were strained under the tight material of his black shirt. The veins in his arms bulging under his skin. His broad shoulders hid you from the view of anyone that would walk down this aisle.

“O-oh, I am, yes, please,” you confessed with a defeated sigh making the older man chuckled as he ran a big hand through his hair, the snow grey hair peeking out at the roots.

“Alright then, what are you trying to do?” he asked, towering behind you, looking at the same shelves with a small smile.

“I’m trying to build my own vanity,” you said, pulling out your phone showing him the website that gave you all the materials and instructions that you would need to make it. He nodded in understanding before pulling his cart towards you two putting wood in there.

As you two gathered all the materials needed to make your own vanity you made idle chit chat, you came to learn a lot about the older man, he was a single divorced father with a 16-year-old son, three years younger than you.

“Not to be rude Mister but how old are you?” you asked as you two walked side by side in the isle

“42” he said and you simply nodded slowly ignoring the way your cunt was drooling at the older man, he was sweet and so polite. He had crows feet and deep smile lines around his lips, he didn’t look 42, but you could tell he is definitely older.

Daichi saw the way you were looking at him. Saw how your mouth practically water every time he would reach up to grab something, your eyes flying down to gawk at his happy trail. He couldn’t deny you were pretty so sweet and shy listening intently to all the tips he was giving you on how you could build this little vanity and even offering to come over and build it for you, it was his ex-wife’s week to watch their daughter so he had nothing better to do than to build a pretty young girls vanity.

As you two made your way to the check out you began to bounce your foot nervously as you watched the numbers climb up, Daichi noticed your demeanor a small smile coming across his face before he turned to you.

“Hey sweetheart, I forgot something you mind running and getting the staples sweet thing?” he asked, flashing you his pearly white smile, your face grew hot at the pet names nodding shyly and running off to go get the staples. Daichi quickly scanned the rest of the items putting the card into the machine and paying for everything.

You scurried back to the older man holding out a box of… nails?

“i -i couldn’t find staples so i thought nails?” you confessed your cheeks burning up only making Daichi let out a loud belly laughing shaking his head. A big hand came down, ruffling your hair before he made his way to the exit pushing the cart in front of him.

“Hey, I have to pay for all that stuff!” you said, trailing behind Daichi looking concerned making him laugh and put you in front of the cart him pushing it behind you, your backflushed against his chest.

“Don’t worry about it sweet girl, I got it covered” he said looking around the parking lot

“Which is your car?” he asked, prompting you to point over to your little car that can barely even fit your groceries in, bold of you to assume that it would fit all these supplies.

“Little one, i hate to break it to you but that is not going to all fit in there” he says pushing the cart further down the parking lot before stopping in front of a large white f-150.

“I throw all this stuff in my truck and then just follow you back to your apartment, how does that sound?” he said, leaning back against the truck, you only nodded and began helping him throw everything in the trunk.

“Here get in the trunk I’ll pass you the stuff,” Daichi says lifting you from under the arms and putting you in the trunk, while doing so he got a peek at your pretty pink panties and the wet spot forming in them making his cock strain in his pants.

Thank you for helping me again, mister,” you said as you began to load everything into the trunk.

“Don’t mention little one,” he said, handing you the last can of paint. He held his arms out to you to help you come down which you happily accepted. He set you down on the ground where you instructed him to just follow you on your way back home.

You pulled into your apartment complex parking in your designated spot, Daichi right next to you. Shutting off your car you got out walking towards Daichi who was already heading your direction.

“Come in, sit for a second. We don’t have to get started, right away,” you said, taking Daichi’s hand and leading him up the stairs to your apartment.

He walked in, smiling a little, it was so yo. The decor, the furniture, the smell, everything screamed you.

“I can show you where I wanted to put the vanity,” you say, guiding him back to your room. Flopping down on your bed, ignoring the way your skirt rode up or the way your nipples pebbled under your shirt once you entered the cold room.

“Right there,” you said, pointing to the far wall in your room, Daichi snapping his head to look in that direction.

“Hmm i don’t know if it will fit love, it’s pretty big and that such a tight spot, it’s gonna be a squeeze” he said, his words sending heat to your cunt you cleared your throat smiling up at him pressing your thighs together.

“I’m pretty good at making things fit, nothing ever too big,” you said your voice becoming smaller and softer making Daichi bite his lip

“Yeah baby? Can you make anything fit?” he asked, taking your hand and putting it over his hard throbbing cock. Your eyes widening at the sheer girth of him before sheepishly nodding your head.

“I can make it fit daddy, promise,” you said, the name rolling off your tongue like sin. Daichi let out a groan pushing you down on the mattress crashing his lips into yours.

“Fuck your gonna make it fit aren’t you pretty girl? Because that’s what good little girls do,” he said as you nodded, bucking your hips in the air desperately.

“Yeah I’m gonna take it all!” you promised with a whine, your manicured hand gripping his shoulders as grounded his cock against your panty-clad cunt.

“Fuck baby I don’t know if i can wait. I need you now” he growled in your ear ripping your panties off a pained cry escaping your lips,

“Daddy, please please, I can take it no prep, see?” you said, scooching up the bed, opening your legs showing him your glistening cunt, a groan leaving his throat.

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet, bet I could slide right in, hmm?” he asked, pulling off clothes feverishly before slotting himself between your legs bunching your skirt up around your hips. His cock rested heavy against your cunt as your lips bowed around his cock that was nestled between them, his tip bumping your clit.

“D-daddy can’t wait. Want it now” you whined, bucking your hips trying to coax his cock into your awaiting hole.

“I know I know m gonna give it to you” he said, pulling his hips back a little before popping the tip of his fat cock into your quivering hole.

“Daddy!” you squealed, feeling him stretch and open your walls up more than ever before his eyes trained on the way your cunt is sucking him in more.

“Fuck angel, you make me so fucking good, your so tight, a-are you a virgin” he asks confused on how you can be this fucking tight.

“N-no daddy! Your just too big” you whine your head rolling back as he sinks into you more and more, inch by inch until he bottoms out.

“Fuck this pussy is too fucking good, baby,” he said, pulling his hips back slamming them into you a loud, wet slap, ripping a scream from your throat. Daichi took that scream as an incentive to start moving.

His cock dragged and bumped your walls with accuracy that you think only comes with age. The way every vein in his cock was hitting every spot inside of you that made your legs shake was enough for him to drop his head down whispering filthy praises in your ear

“Fuck baby you milk my cock so well”

“You were made to take my cock weren’t you?”

“Fuck angel you’re so wet, you like this don’t you, getting off on fucking guys twice your age baby?” he questions as his cock hits the deepest parts of you. His tip is hitting your cervix so hard you’re scared he might breach and cum directly into your womb. You lock your legs around his lower back, your heels digging into him in an attempt to get him even deeper into your already battered cunt. The way your tongue lulls out of your mouth and your pretty tits bounce under your shirt have daichi’s fat heavy balls aching as the primal instinct to breed you, to mark you in the lewdest way possible, comes over him.

The feeling has him pounding into you even harder. The rhythmic slap of skin against skin and the squelching of your pussy fill the room, making your cheeks flush in embarrassment at the sound.

“D-daddy! Too deep!” you exclaim, tears of pleasure welling in your eyes as he hammers into you.

“Fuck, not deep enough baby, gotta get deeper if I’m gonna breed this little cunt” he pants breathlessly from above you. The mention of him cumming inside you has your cunt clamping down around his shaft, your walls sucking him in more in an attempt to milk him dry.

“Oh fuck, you like that baby? Like the thought of being my pretty little breeding bitch baby?” he questions, his thrusts becoming sloppy and irregular.

“Y-yes, daddy! Please please cum inside of me, please stuff me full!” you squeal as you thrash under him cumming your pussy, holding on to him with a vice grip.

Daichi bites his lip, focusing his attention on moving against the resistance of your walls. His thrusts become sloppy as he presses his hips flush against yours, his cum spurting out, painting your walls white.

“Thank you, daddy,” you whine, feeling his warm cum swirl in your womb. He chuckles, rearing his hips back again, slamming into you.

“I’m not done”

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[hotdamnhunnam]

🎰🔪🧨 with Charlie himself. 🤞🏻

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Slut Machine

Pairing: Charlie Hunnam x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, Vegas shenanigans Word Count: ~1.5k Emoji Prompt: 🎰🔪🧨 (key words are in bold)

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

… Whose voice is that? Your senses are too hazy yet to process who it was or what he said. You blink your bleary eyes and wake up in an… unfamiliar bed. The sheets are a ridiculous resplendent red—must be a love motel or some shit—there’s a story as to how you ended up here but you find you can’t remember any of it. Sleep was so deep that you feel as if you’re waking from the dead.

When your eyes finally flutter open everything comes flooding back. You’re here in bed with Charlie Motherfucking Hunnam and the sight of his blue gaze and bright white grin gives you a goddamn heart attack.

You cover your face with your hands and groan out loud at just how mortified you are. Recalling how you’d made a clown out of yourself last night when you bumped into this million-dollar movie star. Literally bumped into him—till yesterday you never even knew him—you had just been crushing hard on him for years but he was always a completely unattainable celebrity. A girls’ trip brought you to Sin City; you and your besties were hopping casually from bar to bar, when you had stumbled clumsily straight into Charlie as he stepped out of his car.

You’d simply scurried off in that instant ‘cause he was too damn beautiful in person and your ass was terrified. But then bumped into him again soon after you both got inside. This time you had a full martini glass in hand and spilled its contents all across his shirt and thought you ought to help the man get dried. Decided then you really shouldn’t try to run away and hide.

You’d grabbed a bunch of napkins, dabbing at his chest and abs through the damp fabric as you nervously apologized for what happened. Your spastic wiping motions all across his chiseled muscles weren’t exactly very helpful with the spilled drink situation, as your brain cells were all absent in the face of heaven’s most stunning creation. Charlie said some shit about how bumping into you a second time wasn’t an accident. You were too hypnotized with lust to understand just what he meant.

He joked that you could make it up to him by winning him a jackpot at the slot machines. You told him shyly that the whole gambling thing isn’t quite your scene. Although he didn’t want to pressure you he asked you to indulge him in a night of fun—all kinds of shit you’d never done—let him take you out around Vegas to the wildest places you had never been.

It didn’t make sense that you felt so safe with him but hell you did. You were still sober by the time Charlie was coming onto you and all your girlfriends chanted do it do it do it! And the craziest night of your life began before you even knew it. Took you to his favorite high-stakes casino—then to seats in the front row at a big AEW Dynamite show—and then to some intense axe-throwing place that also offered knives and ninja stars and other shit to throw.

The best part of the night though… was of course when Charlie claimed you as his dirty little ho. The memory of it is vivid as you look up at him now and find that both of you are still stuck in the most mind-blowing afterglow.

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“No way that was your first fucking time throwing knives?!” Charlie shakes his blonde head in defeat as he walks you back out to the sweet car he drives. “Bitch I swear you’ve been doing this shit your whole life.”

You slide into the passenger seat while erupting in laughter. He’s so fucking butthurt that your aim was better than his because he’s a competitive smug little bastard. “Well I am an assassin specifically hired to take out insanely attractive actors… but I can assure you that wasn’t a factor.”

He closes the driver’s side door, turns the keys and the engine ignites in a smooth thrumming roar. “And by ‘take out’ you mean…?”

“It’s cute of you to ask but dinner and a movie isn’t really the assassin scene.”

He chuckles playfully as he speeds down the street, the night alive with white hot heat, the lights of Vegas bright as ever as the night deepens. “You gonna kill me in my sleep, then?”

“That’d be making it too easy.”

“Babe, don’t tease me. We both know you make it hard.”

Okay so he just pulled that card.

Fight off the burning urge to stare down at his crotch—no doubt the car would crash then if you saw what you’re imagining and know you’d be unable to resist the urge to touch…

You’ve never wanted anyone or anything in all your life so fucking much.

The sudden tension in the air leads him to smooth back his slicked hair, facing the road with a restrained stare. He’s been picking up on signals all night long but doesn’t dare to just assume you want to go there. Tries to come off calm and cool although there’s nothing he wants more. “So, uh—should I just drive you back to your hotel or…?”

The voice that comes out of your mouth is one you barely even recognize. It takes both you and Charlie by surprise, the way your inner slut replies: “That’d be a fucking bore. You know I’d much rather you take me back to yours… so you can fuck me like a filthy little whore.”

***************

The swanky penthouse suite in the five-star hotel where Charlie came to stay… it’s a ten-minute drive away.

That’s way too far needless to say.

He needs you right this second, after what you’d gone and said—although the backseat of his car is a fine spot for a good wrecking, there are fifty shades of shit he’d rather do with you spread in the comfort of a big sumptuous bed.

Thankfully there is an extremely tacky-looking love motel just down the road. And it’s the perfect place for you two to check in and let your passions for each other just explode.

It turns out this particular motel has a requirement for guests to stay the night that just might pose a bit of trouble: lovebirds have to pass through the adjoining chapel first and be a lawfully wedded couple.

So you stand uncomfortably at the reception desk and bite your tongue. Happen to know that Charlie tied the knot in Vegas once when he was young; you’ve heard about it in some interviews. You’re sure that he’d have no desire to repeat that same mistake tonight with you.

But this has been a night of wild crazy shit and he’s on fire to continue.

Mostly it’s just that he really needs his dick in you… but there’s a spark that he can feel might someday blossom into something more and he just hopes that you can feel it too.

***************

Of course you do. The ceremony is a joke but you’re both giddy as if it’s real by the time you’ve seen it through. There’s just no hope of sanity and self-control between you two.

You’re in a fluffy white confection of a wedding gown that this establishment provided for the night. You look like a big puff of cotton fucking candy and he wants to take a bite. So much about this night seems wrong, but when the heat between the racing of your heartbeats is so strong, it can’t feel anything but right.

Once you’re at last inside your room he throws you down onto the bed and dives headfirst into your gown, and goes to town, taking you high until you die as he goes down.

The dress is so damn big, that you can’t see his flawless face, let alone his glorious dick, and that’s a royal fucking waste. You need to see and touch and taste.

He knows exactly what you need and ravenously rips the poufy fabric off of you. His pearly smile and the bristles of his beard are gleaming with your pussy juices as he climbs on top of you. You long to tell him just how bad you want to blow him—want to tell him that you love him even though you barely know him—it would be fucking insane to say I love you, but of course you can still show him.

Yet he wants to consummate this marriage first, before he lets you satisfy your thirst. You’ll have a lifetime’s worth of days and nights to suck on his big dick if you decide to stay with him and make him yours.

That’s everything you want of course.

This whirlwind of a night that started with a stupid joke about hitting the jackpot at the slot machines… turned into you being his motherfucking wife, after the wildest and best night of your motherfucking life. And now he’s here on top of you about to fuck you and it’s totally outrageously obscene.

You wouldn’t have it any other way ‘cause you know you were put on earth to serve as Charlie Hunnam’s dirty little slut machine.

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[allyouneedisbuck]

Honey, Honey

Summary: it's mother's day & harry wants to do something to celebrate you from him and leo.

Words: 1.4k

Notes: i haven't touched my little lion series in so long, and i saw a sweet card at target yesterday and inspiration struck. & i wanted to post something since it's been a few weeks.

Timeline: mother's day in may, about six months after the engagement to harry. leo is almost two. (for the rest of the little lion series see my masterlist.)

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Harry wasn’t entirely sure how to bring up Mother’s Day with you. Leo was still young, just a little under two years old. And while he was sleeping through the night, and babbling away, he was too young to even comprehend the holiday. Harry knew you weren’t really expecting anything.

But the two of you had been together for over a year now, you lived with them, and even if Leo wasn’t yours biologically, you had made it clear he was your son.

But... Last year, the three of you had skipped over Mother’s Day. Your relationship was still treading through milestones. Meeting families, moving in… So it had been pretty much forgotten about. This year though, Harry wanted to do something for the day, he just wasn’t sure what.

He knew you enjoyed the brunch served at the place downtown, but Leo couldn’t really handle super large crowds and long days yet, both a staple for Mother’s Day brunches.

He had ordered flowers to be delivered, but that didn’t really feel like enough. He could try breakfast in bed, but you were a light sleeper and most likely not be able to sleep through the surprise.

“Gem.” He groans as he flickers through the cards in front of him. “Not only do I have no gift, there are no cards for like, adoptive moms.”

Gemma laughs softly. “H, you know she’ll love it no matter what. I’m sure it’ll mean the world to her that you want to do this.”

Harry shakes his head as he slams another card back into its slot. “I know that. I just want her to know that I appreciate her wanting to be with Leo and I.”

Gemma sighs. “She does, Harry. And she’ll love whatever you choose for her because it’s from the heart.”

Harry picks up another card and sighs. Too many of the cards were dedicated to wives, which you weren’t yet, work was so busy for the both of you planning hadn’t even really come up yet. He assumed a card from Leo would be a little easier, as long as the card didn’t mention genetics, it would work.

But Harry just couldn’t find the perfect one. Gemma sighs again when Harry doesn’t respond. “H, it’s a card. You’re overthinking it because you’re nervous. Just pick one with Leo’s favorite cartoon and she’ll love it. I have to go. I love you, bye.”

Before Harry can respond Gemma ends the call and all that’s on the other end is a dial tone. Harry looks at the cards in front him, exasperated.

“Excuse me?” He spins around and finds a woman who looks to be around your age. She’s looking up at him nervously and fiddling with the car in her hands.

Harry smiles politely. “Yeah?” He asks quietly as he steps out of the way of a teenager shuffling through cards and panicking.

She smiles up at him. “I overheard you talking and…” She glances down at the card in her hands before holding it out to him. “My mom, she isn’t my mom biologically, and cards are tough.”

Harry hesitantly takes the card and looks down at it. It’s a small card, with Winnie the Pooh, Kanga and Roo on the front. Harry’s eyes scan over the words printed on the front. “This is… This is great. Thank you. I-“

The woman smiles and shakes her head. “Mother’s Day was weird when I was young because I knew my mom wasn’t biologically my mom, but she was always there. You know?” Harry nods. “Finding good cards sucked, especially because so many talk about getting their genes or even the favorite kid jokes are awkward.”

Harry drops the card into his basket. “Thank you so much. It’s… We just got engaged and it’s her first official Mother’s Day with us. I want her to know how appreciative I am.”

“She will.” The woman takes a step back. “Anybody who is this worried about a card definitely shows how much they care without it anyways.” She smiles and offers a small wave before turning on her heel and leaving Harry alone in the aisle.

He looks down at the card again and with a newfound confidence in his ability to find something good for you, he ventures further into the store.

-

Leo’s sitting on Harry’s hip as he messed with the flowers on the dining room table. Your card is propped against the vase while the gift bag Harry had filled was next to it.

“I really hope mama likes this, little lion.” Harry murmurs as he takes a step back, finally happy with how the bouquet looks.

“Mama?” Leo questions as he rests his head against Harry’s shoulder. He lets out a yawn and Harry laughs. He had forced the poor toddler out of bed much earlier than he was used to.

Harry nods gently. “Yeah, mama. We’re gonna celebrate her today.”

“Dada.” Leo murmurs as he points haphazardly to the set up. There’s a knock on the door and Harry rushes to open it.

“Styles?” The man questions tiredly. Harry offers a sympathetic smile as he nods. He was sure this wasn't the man’s first or last breakfast delivery of the day. “Just need you to sign since you paid with a card.”

Harry adjusts Leo on his hip as he messily signs the receipt the man is holding up on the wall for him. The man looks at Harry before sighing. “Have a nice day.”

The bag handle digs into Harry’s fingers as he carries it back to the table while holding onto a sleepy Leo. “Gonna put you in your chair while I set up, then we can wake mama up.”

“Mama?” Leo repeats the word as Harry gently sets him down and straps him in. “Mama. Mama!” He calls louder, out for you.

“No! Stop!” Harry glances down the hallway panicked as he listens for any sign that you’ve woken up. When no movement comes from the hall, Harry lets his shoulders relax and begins to pull plates out of his kitchen.

It doesn’t take long to set up the already cooked food, less than half an hour before he’s picking Leo up again to go wake you up.

His nerves have been high all day, maybe all week. They’d been high since he’d begun planning this whole thing out. But right now was an all time high.

He was proud of what he’d planned, but worried you would be overwhelmed. Did you even want to celebrate? Had he gone overboard?

“Too late.” He mutters as he quietly opens your bedroom door. You’re sitting up and scrolling through your phone.

When you look up, a wide smile stretches across your face at the sight of your boys. “Good morning, loves.” You say quietly. You lock your phone and sit up straighter as Harry sits Leo in your lap.

“Mama.” Leo murmurs. He slaps his hands against your cheeks and squishes. The act makes both of you laugh.

“Hello, little lion.” You say once he’s taken his hands off. “What’s got you and daddy awake?” You look over at Harry with a knowing stare.

“We’ve got a surprise for you.” Harry says quietly. “If you wanna get up.” You nod and stand with Leo clinging to you.

You’re all still in pajamas, and Harry’s sure his hair is sticking in all different directions. The three of you make your way down the hall, Harry leading.

You freeze when you enter the dining room. Your eyes move quickly to take everything in. Harry watches nervously as he tries to gauge your reaction.

“Happy Mother’s Day.” He finally says when you take another step into the room. Leo lets out an excited, “Mama!”

You press a kiss to the baby’s head and finally move fully into the room and towards the table. “Oh, Harry.” You murmur as you look down at the spread.

“Do you… Is this okay?” He asks hesitantly. He realizes he maybe should have just bit the bullet and talked about today with you. This feeling of not knowing was killing him.

You spin around to look at him with teary eyes and a bright smile. “This is… This is more than okay. I can’t believe you did all this for me!”

He lets out a relieved laugh and leans down to press a kiss to your lips. “Anything for the best mom in the world.”

You place Leo into his chair and strap him in as Harry pulls out a chair for you. Once the three of you are settled, Harry hands the card over to you.

“Happy Mother’s Day, love.” He says quietly as you tear into the card’s envelope. “We’re so grateful for you.”

-

“How do you learn to be a mom?” asked Pooh.

“You just follow your heart,” Answered Kanga.

-

Notes: hello all. please enjoy this fluff piece for the upcoming american mother's day. hope you're all safe & doing well.

[crimsonbubble]

Greedy

(warnings: fem!reader, casino owners!HoHong, poly hohong x reader, gangs, catcalling [?], vague possessive themes, pet play, oral [f + m receiving], clit play, hair pulling [m + f receiving], grinding, filming/pictures, cum eating, cum play, finger sucking, sadomasochistic themes, M x M, slight sub!Yunho, nipple play, praise, marking, implications of a size kink, throat bulge [not mentioned but it's there], light choking, overstimulation, daddy kink, sir kink, voyeurism, pull out method)

*more and taglist after the cut*

note: I had the idea and wanted to make it a reality and mind you I literally have no idea how poker works and I'm too lazy to look further into it, so deal with it and it's also 2.8k words

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Walking along tables of poker, blackjack, and roulette games, you give a small smile to onlookers as you pass by. You make your way to the grand table of poker, spotting a very familiar gang sitting opposite to your lovers. Upon hearing your heels click against the tiles, they all turn to look towards you.

Your lovers smile at you, Hongjoong leaning back into his seat, spreading his legs slightly and holding out his hand for you. You gladly take it, letting him pull you towards him, and tug you down onto his lap. Hongjoong plants a soft kiss on your cheek, while Yunho reaches for your hand, leaving a gentle kiss on the back of it.

Relaxing into Hongjoong, you turn your focus to the game unraveling in front of you. Hongjoong keeps a hand on your thigh, fiddling with the hem of your bodycon dress. You feel eyes staring at you, peering up to see the gang that sat across from you. You tug the fabric of your dress down, laying your hands flat to cover your exposed thigh.

Yunho takes his jacket off the arm of his chair, draping it across your lap. You settle into Hongjoong’s lap, a warm smile on your face. The so-called leader of the gang speaks up, his words catching your attention. “How much are you willing to raise the stakes?” Hongjoong’s jaw tightens, not liking the tone of voice. “Depends on the proposition. What do you have in mind?”

The gang leader looks at his men before a gross and crusty smirk formed on his face. The expression makes a shiver go down your spine, trying to shake off your thoughts. “The girl.” Yunho looks as if he’s ready to kill someone, his eyes darkened immensely when he saw your figure tense. Hongjoong felt his jaw tighten, even more, his grip on you tightening.

“And what makes you think our girl is up for grabs?” Yunho’s voice dropped an octave, a hand coming down to grip your thigh. “Have you seen the way she’s whoring herself around and dressing the way she is?” Yunho bounced his leg as he tried to refrain from hurting someone. Hongjoong tapped Yunho on the shoulder, motioning him closer.

“Precious, you have to trust us, okay?” Hongjoong turned back to Yunho, having come up with a plan. You nodded at him, confused as they talked. “We’re both confident in our skills and you’re good at bribing. Using these skills we can easily take them down, no doubt about it.” Yunho looked at Hongjoong as if he had lost his mind. “Hyung are you fucking crazy?”

Hongjoong scoffed, letting out a dry laugh. “Do you not trust your hyung?” Yunho landed a sharp smack to Hongjoong’s chest, wordlessly agreeing to the plan. “Trust us, precious. You’re not going anywhere but with us.” The gang looked between you, Hongjoong and Yunho, focusing on you as you slump against Hongjoong. "If you win, you get the girl but if we win, we get all of your valued possessions?" Even with Yunho’s jacket covering your bottom half, you still feel their stares.

The gang shares a look, seamlessly nodding to those terms. With a snap of Yunho’s fingers, the dealer reigns a new game. The dealer feels Yunho’s eyes on them, making them feel slightly flustered. It made sense to get flustered under his gaze, he’s incredibly handsome and it’s hard not to feel some sort of sexual attraction to him. Yunho finds it amusing to make people flustered, especially when it's his little pup. The dealer opens a new deck of cards, shuffling them while keeping a close eye on selected cards.

Swiftly dealing out the cards, Yunho takes them, a smirk tugging at his lips. Yunho peers up at his opponents through his eyelashes, eyeing them with a sharp glare. The gang celebrate in a silent victory as they call out their win."Straight flush." He throws down the cards, leaning back in his seat. Yunho and Hongjoong smirk as Yunho throws his cards down too, leaning back in his seat as well. "Royal flush." The gang looks at him in disbelief, a look of anger and defeat on their faces.

Hongjoong laid back in his seat, adjusting you in his lap. "Well, a deal's a deal." The gang lets out a scowl, but reluctantly lay out all their belongings on the table. "Put those in the vault, for me." Yunho gets up from his seat, scooping you off of Hongjoong's lap. "Yah, what're you doing?" Yunho turned to him, a playful smirk on his face as he adjusted his hold on you. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm claiming my prize." Your face felt hot as you Yunho walked off with you in his arms.

Hongjoong looked at him with a grin, trailing behind you. Though stopped once his name was called. He looked to his left, seeing three familiar faces. Hongjoong fished his phone out from his pocket, sending Yunho a quick text before making his way towards the black jack game table. Meanwhile with Yunho, he happily walked with you in his arms, his jacket still covering your legs. When he felt a short buzz, "Think you can take my phone out for me sweets? It's in the inside pocket."

You pushed a hand under his jacket, feeling around on the inside for his phone. You hand hit a bump, quickly identifying it as his phone. Taking out his phone, you click on the text notification. By this time, Yunho had made it to his shared office with Hongjoong. He pushed the door open and closed it with his foot. He had sat down on the couch, taking his jacket off of you. You shivered at the sudden change in temperature on your legs, hiking up your dress to sit comfortably on his lap.

Yunho took his phone from you, shrugging at the message and throwing his phone on the coffee table behind you. You don't have time to scold him for throwing it before his lips were on yours. You kissed him back with the same eager, whining into his mouth as his hands groped your ass. You wrapped your arms around him, pushing yourself against him. Yunho let out a short groan, slowly rolling his hips against yours. Yet while this was happening, Hongjoong was at the black jack table meeting a few old friends.

"And what're you three idiots doing here?" Hongjoong asked as he approached his friends, being pulled into a hug before he could react. He let out a grunt, pushing Wooyoung away. "Oh come on hyung, we're your friends, lighten up?" Hongjoong looked at Wooyoung blankly, wondering how to end this conversation and get to his office. "Listen, I'm trying to get back to my office and finish a few things. I'll buy all of you a round of drinks, but I gotta head off-"

Before Hongjoong could finish his sentence, his phone buzzed in his back pocket. He pulled out his phone, swiping on the text notification. He felt his throat dry up at the messages on screen. Hongjoong didn't even say goodbye to his friends before he sped off to his office. He kept glancing at the picture, but stopped in his tracks when a video was sent through. He clicked the video, his breath hitched as he watched you and Yunho grind against each other. He rushed back to the office before stopping in front of a bartender. "Can you bring drinks to the three idiots at the black jack table?"

The bartender nodded, giving him a quick smile before heading off to prepare drinks. Hongjoong finally made it to the office, his cock twitching in his pants at the sight of Yunho kneeling in front of you. His head was buried between your thighs, his tongue lapping up your juices. You've got one hand gripping a couch cushion while the other is tangled in Yunho's hair. "F-fuck daddy, 'm close!" Hongjoong shut the door, making his way over to you. He sat in one of the lounge chairs, eyeing the way your thighs shook in Yunho's hands.

Hongjoong watched as you fell apart on Yunho's tongue, shaky whines leaving your lips. Yunho lapped up at your escence with eagerness, gulping down every drop of your release as he could. Yunho pulled away from your cunt with your juices dripping down his chin and his hair a mess from where your hand was tangled in it. "Did you enjoy that small performance?" Yunho asked from his kneeling position, his chest heaving slightly. Hongjoong chuckled softly, standing up to approach Yunho.

Hongjoong curled his fingers into Yunho's hair, tugging his head up. He slotted their lips together, sucking on Yunho's tongue sharing your taste. You watched in awe at the sight before you, feeling your cunt clench around nothing. Hongjoong pulled away, a string of saliva connecting their lips. "I did, but I'd love it more if I could participate in it." With that Yunho got up. He sat down beside you, watching as Hongjoong situated himself between your thighs. "How many times have you cum, precious?" Hongjoong squeezed your thighs in his hands, leaving small kisses on them. Though his soft kisses turned into bites when he got to your inner thighs.

"T-two, sir." Hongjoong hummed, looking up at you pleased. "Always such a good girl for us." Hongjoong licked a stripe up your cunt, flicking your clit with his tongue. Hongjoong hooked an arm. under your thighs, reaching for your hand. Yunho laced his hand with yours as you reached for Hongjoongs. Your thighs trembled as Hongjoong sucked your clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. Yunho leaned into your neck, leaving wet kisses and soft bites on your skin.

You tilted your head to the side, letting Yunho suck hickeys into your neck. The wet noises of Hongjoong eating you out like a man starved, makes heat rise to your face. "S-sir, gonna cum." Hongjoong let out a noise of approval, fucking his tongue deeper into your hole. The knot is your stomach snapped as you released on Hongjoong's tongue, your hole clenching as he sucks on your clit to ride out your orgasm. Hongjoong pulled off of your cunt, his breathing uneven as he wiped your juices off his chin.

"All fours, pretty pup." Yunho smacked your thigh lightly, switching his position with Hongjoong. You shifted on the couch, your face in front of Yunho's crotch. Hongjoong seemed to have already stripped himself as you felt his tip slide through your folds and tap against your clit. You let out a soft moan, your head dropping as Hongjoong repeated the action. Yunho tangled a hand in your hair, tugging your head back up. "Such a pretty baby," You nearly moaned again as you eyed his cock, the tip red and leaking.

You looked up at him before wrapping a hand around him, Yunho jolted into your touch, his hand resting on your head. Your hand moved down to cup his balls, sinking your head down on him. Hongjoong took the moment of distraction to slip inside you. You let out a loud whine, Yunho groaning at the vibrations against his cock. "Oh f-fuck pup, you're taking us so well.." You bobbed your head, swirling your tongue on the underside of his cock, feeling along the veins.

Hongjoong moaned at the pressure of your tight walls around his dick, his nails digging into your hips as he pounds into you. "Holy shit precious, you're so tight around me!" You moan and whine around Yunho's cock, pulling off of him until only the tip remains in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his tips, dipping into his slit. Yunho bucked his hips up into your mouth, more moans spilling from his lips. "Yun, come here.." Hongjoong motioned Yunho closer, wrapping a hand around his neck loosely, pressing his lips to Yunho's.

Yunho moaned into the kiss, his hands pressing against your back, making your arch deepen. You sink your head down his cock again, gagging slightly when the tip hits the back of your throat. There was drool spilling down their chins as their tongues swiped across one another. You let out a particularly loud whimper against Yunho's cock, as Hongjoong's tip hit your sweet spot. Hongjoong smirked into the kiss, keeping a light hold on Yunho's neck.

Yunho felt the coil in his stomach tighten as you hollow your cheeks around his cock. Yunho whimpered into the kiss, opening his eyes when Hongjoong pulled away. "Close, pup?" Yunho whined, nodding as he bucked his hips up. Hongjoong chuckles lightly, leaning in closer to his lips. "Cum for me, puppy." Yunho felt the coil snap, his hips bucking into your mouth wildly as he cums down your throat.

You swallow all that you could, gulping down the sticky liquid. Yunho pulls your mouth off of him, a shaky whimper leaving his lips when he sees the cum dripping down your chin. He scoops up his cum, shoving his fingers into your mouth. You whine around his fingers, pushing your hips back against Hongjoong. He felt his orgasm creep up on him, bubbling in his gut. "Aah fuck, 'm gonna cum pups." Both of your attentions turn to him, Yunho watches as Hongjoong pins your front against the couch, roughly fucking your cunt.

Yunho pulled his fingers out of your mouth, feeling his cock twitch at the lewd whine you let out. Hongjoong reached around you, toying with your clit. You shook under him, your toes curling as you came on his cock. Hongjoong groaned at your walls tightening and pulsing around his dick, quickly pulling out of you and releasing on your back. His fingers were still on your clit, helping you through your fourth orgasm. Yunho felt flustered as he found himself hard again, deciding to focus on how Hongjoong's cum drips down your body.

Hongjoong milked himself of all his cum, slumping back into the couch. Though he still saw that Yunho was hard. Hongjoong plucked a tissue out of the box, wiping off the cum on your back. He caressed your thigh softly, as you slump against the couch. Though Hongjoong had other plans, he made his way in front of Yunho, kneeling between his legs. Before Yunho could question it, Hongjoong wrapped his lips around Yunho's tip. Yunho's cock twitched on his tongue, a soft moan leaving his lips as Hongjoong sunk down in his cock.

"H-hyung-" Hongjoong pulled off of him, smacking Yunho's inner thigh. Said boy let out a whine, his dick twitching in Hongjoong's hand. "Not my name, pup." Yunho let out another whine, "S-sir, please keep going." Hongjoong smirked at the taller boy, leaving a soft kiss on his hip before sinking down his cock again. Yunho tangled a hand in Hongjoong's hair, letting out whine after whimper as Hongjoong worked him closer to his second release. Though with the searing pleasure, Yunho didn't notice you shuffle over to where he was.

He felt a pair of lips on his neck sucking and biting it as a hand pinched and rolled his nipple through his shirt. Yunho's moans got higher in volume as you played with his nipple and sucked on his neck. Hongjoong swallowed around Yunho's cock, gagging lightly when Yunho bucked his hips up. Hongjoong pulled off of him, stroking his cock hard and fast. Yunho's hips squirmed as Hongjoong suckled his tip. Hongjoong caressed your hip, taking your hand when you hold it out.

"Aah, s-sir, gonna cum!" Hongjoong dipped his tongue into Yunho's slit, feeling his cock twitch as he was worked closer to his orgasm. "Cum for sir, puppy." Hongjoong suckled on his tip, moaning as Yunho filled his mouth. Hongjoong swallowed his load, stroking Yunho slowly as to ride out his orgasm. "Such pretty pups for me, did so well." You and Yunho whimpered softly, pulling away from each other.

"Let's get you pups cleaned up, okay? Then we can head home and maybe I'll give you an extra treat from being so good for me."

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@a-soft-hornytiny @cometoceantrenches @ddeonghwva @hanatiny @hyetiny @latte-fairytaekwoon @multidreams-and-desires @mingisstar1117 @serialee @seongsangsgf @strawberry-joong @tinkerbellwoo @vocalyunho @woowommy @yunhoiseyecandy @yunhofingers @yunhospuppy

[carelessannie]

I’d love to read starker + tiny!innocent!peter with their first time 🥺🥺🥺 a/b/o would be great too

Okay okay okay something about this really screamed crossover to me so... here’s a Starker + Tangled crossover (you can guess who is who) with omegaverse and really dirty smut

Damn, I hope you like it anon! Really just took the smut and amplified it 👀👀

Warnings: omegaverse, sex pollen, fuck or die trope and dub-con, forced heat/rut, virgin peter, and I’m just gonna add coming untouched so I can put it on my bingo card because hot damn

Here’s my bingo card, the square coming untouched for @starkerfestivals

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Tony traces a finger up Peter’s leg, smirking when he jerks away with a huff. He loves working the pretty pink Omega into a fit— he’s so easily flustered, god— and watching his face heat up and scent turn sweet in embarrassment.

“C’mon, crazy— show me how you do the healing thing again."

Peter glares at him, crossing his arms, “Why? Why do you need to know, bandit?"

“Ooo, bandit, I like that,” Tony sprawls out on the ground, peering up at Peter through the tall blades of grass. Peter’s moving his hands, quick little motions that Tony is absolutely entranced by, and he realizes the pretty Omega is weaving a flower crown. Damn, that’s adorable. When Peter doesn’t answer him, Tony turns onto his stomach and crawls closer, “Aww— don’t be like that, pipsqueak. You don’t have to show me anything."

Peter’s face scrunches up, his fingers stilling in their movement.

“Fine."

Tony sits up taller, “Fine?"

“I’ll show you how I do it. Come here,” Peter waves him over and points to the spot right in front of where he’s sitting. They both cross their legs and shuffle until their knees are pressed together, Tony marveling again at how small and sweet the Omega in front of him is.

“Give me your hands,” he commands, and Tony obeys, curious already. It’s truly unexpected when Peter grabs his wrists, guiding Tony’s fingers to tangle in his curls. “Hold on, okay?” Peter confirms, waiting until Tony nods.

Peter releases his hands and pushes his chest slightly, backing him flush against the boulder he’s resting on. Tony’s breathing picks up, speechless as Peter straddles his lap, sliding down until their chests are flush together. Through it all, Tony cradles Peter’s head reverently, jaw dropped in awe.

With one last shuffle, Peter leans forward and rests their foreheads together. He breathes deep, placing his delicate hands on Tony’s cheeks, and starts singing— low and sweet under his breath. When his eyes open again, there’s a golden rim around his iris, and his scent is heady, strong and deep with desire.

“Omega,” Tony gasps, tugging on Peter’s curls until his head tips back, exposing the long, pale column of his unblemished throat.

“Please,” Peter begs, lips falling open in a cry of pleasure, shaking the foundation of the forest around them, “touch me, Alpha— please."

Tony flips them and pins Peter to the ground, easily slotting between his legs and fitting his teeth around Peter’s neck, growling low and possessive. Peter’s scent is thick around them, and all Tony feels is insatiable heat, low in his gut.

What the hell?

With a snap, he pulls off Peter’s neck and looks down at the tiny Omega, using a thumb on his chin to force eye contact. Peter’s eyes are hazy, still ringed gold, and his lips spread in a saccharine smile.

“What’s wrong, Alpha?” he purrs, wiggling in Tony’s hold.

“What did you do?"

Peter’s face twists in confusion, “What do you mean?"

“I mean,” Tony gestures down, to where their obvious erections press together insistently, “I know we were having some magical moments— and I know you think I’m a scoundrel— but I’m usually not this horny at the drop of a hat. What was in that healing spell, Pete?"

“I’m not... I’m not sure,” he stutters, looking up at Tony fearfully, “It usually heals and does the... the... aging thing. It’s never... I’ve never..."

Tony understands, oh god does he understand. With the most restraint he’s ever show, Tony picks himself off the needy Omega, making sure their skin and bodies aren’t touching. Peter whines, but Tony ignores it, has to ignore it.

“I’m sorry, Petey, I really am— but there’s not way I’m stealing your virtue like this. As much as I’d love to, you deserve better than a romp in the mud, especially with an Alpha like me."

Peter sits up and reaches towards him, “No! What? I need you, please Alpha—"

“I can’t do that, Peter, please,” he begs backing away further. “I’m going to take care of... this,” he motions awkwardly to the obvious tent in his pants, “over there. And I suggest you do the same. We can talk in the morning."

The last thing Tony sees as he hurries away is the broken expression on the sweet Omega’s face, and his delicate hands tearing at layers of clothes.

Tony sighs, thankful to be out of temptation’s way, as he pulls out his cock hastily.

It’s gonna be a long night.

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Tony can’t come. It’s been an hour and his cock is purple, drooling and throbbing, with no knot and no release in sight. Every stroke is painful— not to mention the agony of hearing Peter cry just across the clearing.

He’s strong, but he’s not that strong.

The scent of Omega heat reaches him where he kneels in the dirt, and he’s up and moving without a second thought. When Peter sees him— strutting across the forest and over to the cave where Peter has tried to den himself— the Omega sobs, holding out his arms in a silent invitation.

Tony kneels next to him, scenting for hurt and distress on his Omega. He knows it’s his fault Peter is so needy, so drippy and sad, and helps him by petting his hair, shushing him softly. Their skin presses together, and Tony can feel the heat fever already.

“M’sorry ‘mega,” he growls, feeling his rutting fangs extend in preparation. Peter’s eyes are closed and he claws at Tony’s back, singing a chorus of, “Alpha, Alpha, Alpha,” that is making Tony salivate.

He turns Peter around, moving the remains of his shirt and pants to give the Omega some cushioning to rest on as he arches his ass into the air, and leans down to taste. Slick is pouring out of his Omega, ripe and untouched in his arms. He latches his mouth to Peter’s sweet lips and sucks, using both hands to hold his hips in place as he coaxes more and more of Peter onto to his tongue, into his mouth.

Peter is panting and pleading with him for “more, Alpha,” but Tony knows the sweet, virginal Omega has no idea what he’s asking for. He watches Peter’s face for discomfort as he pushes in a finger, groaning as it easily slides up to the second knuckle. Peter drops his chest to the earth and cries out, pushing back into Tony’s hand.

“More, more, more Alpha!” he shouts, tiny cock twitching adorably as his pussy desperately clutches around Tony’s finger, almost as if it’s trying to draw him in further.

With a growl, Tony shoves another finger inside, working Peter’s body with one hand and using his other to stroke himself, coating his cock in wet, Omega slick. He knows the tingling in the back of his head, the rush of aggression and hormones means he’s hitting a rut as well, but none of it matters— not with the world’s prettiest Omega writhing under him and calling him Alpha.

His fingers pull out and bring an obscene amount of slick with them, that Tony immediately uses on his cock, pumping it desperately as he sidles up behind Peter. He crouches behind the Omega, putting his hands on Peter’s waist as the tip of his cock slides in between glistening lips, bumping up against his entrance.

Peter jerks, panting, as he looks up at Tony, “Wh... what is that, Alpha?"

“My cock, ‘mega. M’gonna fill you up, make the hurt go away,” Tony can barely get the words out before he’s sinking in, breathing hard as the Omega’s velvety slick passage is stretched wide around his cock. And he’s tight— oh, fuck, he’s tight. Tony’s never fucked a virgin, never even had an Omega in heat, and he can’t stop the way his hips immediately start to thrust, pistoning in and out of Peter’s trembling body.

“Perfect, fuck Peter— so perfect for me."

Peter whines and clenches down, “So full, Alpha! Please, need more."

That’s all the permission Tony needs to pick up his pace, slamming their hips together brutally as he fucks the Omega into the forest floor. His tony body fits perfectly into Tony’s hands, and Peter keens so beautifully when the Alpha changes angles, driving down mercilessly into his sweet spot.

Peter screams, “That! Right there!” and Tony snarls, giving the needy Omega exactly what he’s asking for. He reaches around, groping at Peter’s slight waist and chest, until he can take two handfuls of soft breast— barely a handful, but still soft and alluring— and pinch down on those pretty nipples, hard.

His Omega shakes apart, wailing, “Alpha, Alpha, oh, oh— I’m gonna, oh!” before painting the ground with his release, milking Tony’s cock as he fucks him through his orgasm relentlessly. The pressure is fucking heaven, and Tony’s thrusts shorten, turning into a shallow grind, as he feels his knot expanding.

Peter’s breathing picks up, little mewling sounds escaping as Tony fucks him with his knot, working past the Omega’s oversensitive entrance with a few filthy circles of his hips.

“S’it bigger? Why’sit bigger?” Peter whines, wiggling in discomfort.

Tony shushes him, falling to his knees as the knot finally slips in with a pop, releasing load after load of Alpha cum deep into his belly. “F-fuck, Pete. Just... oh, baby just breathe, okay?” he tries soothing Peter as the smaller boy starts to whimper— loose and boneless on the ground.

It’s difficult, but Tony manages to get them situated on their sides, pulling over a bedroll to keep his perfect Omega off the dirt and earth. He wraps Peter up in his arms. He buries his nose in Peter’s curl, damp with sweat, and breathes deep.

“T-tony?” Peter turns back to look at him, precious tears clinging to his eyelashes, “What happened... to your... your...” he squeezes down on Tony’s knot purposefully, and then blushes, hiding is face in embarrassment.

This Omega is too much, Tony thinks as he groans— another wave of pleasure rolling through him, pumping more and more cum into the sweet, pure boy in his arms. “God, Pete— you’re gonna kill me. It’s... it’s my knot, sweetheart. Keeps us locked for a bit,” at Peter’s sad whine, Tony hums and pets his side soothingly, “but— with your heat, I bet I can make you come on it again."

“C-come on it?” Peter whispers, sounding overwhelmed and terrified, and Tony recoils a bit when his sugary-sweet scent turns bitter, distressed.

Oh god, “No, no baby, just rest, okay? I’ll take care of you. I promised, remember?"

Peter’s body relaxes and curls back into Tony’s arms, sighing gently, “I do. Thank you, Alpha. And then... and then we can go see the lights?"

Tony chuckles, already reaching a hand around to work Peter’s sweet little Omega cock back to hardness.

Oh, they’ll be seeing the lights alright.

[devilrising]

Prompt: "You're not your father." "I know! But I could be." "But you're not." A choice made everyday.

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, being afraid of turning into your parents

Overall, this one is very light! Lots of comfort to be found <3 Thank you @tobeleftoutinthedark for the beta!!

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"You're not your father."

"I know I’m not! But I could be."

"But you're not."

Draco tips his head back in frustration, his eyes falling shut. Harry isn’t understanding. Harry never understands. He won’t ever know what it’s like, can’t ever know. “Potter, I don’t know why I brought this up. I’m going to head back inside.”

Harry scoffs, darting his hand out to grab Draco’s wrist before he can take so much as a step away. “You haven’t called me that all term, Malfoy. Don’t start now.”

Draco’s heart squeezes at the reminder of their hesitant friendship, and how it’s clearly not going to work out after all. He tilts his chin up, looking down his nose at Harry. Potter. Whatever. “My mistake.”

“Don’t do that, you bloody arsehole. I know you don’t believe you’re above everyone else, drop the act.” Harry tugs on Draco’s wrist, pulling him towards him. They are close enough that Draco can smell his deodorant, his aftershave. He would be able to reach out and card his fingers through Harry’s hair if he wanted. Salazar, he wants to. But he won’t. He can’t. Harry surely wouldn’t allow it.

Draco makes a concentrated effort to keep his chin lifted. Even if he’s being torn apart by the image of his father reflected in the mirror, he can at least project calm indifference. The Malfoy mask is notorious for a reason. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Harry shakes his head, dropping Draco’s wrist. It takes everything in Draco not to glance down now that the pressure is gone. “When you do that. That’s when you look like Lucius.”

Draco’s heart stops, skips a beat for all the wrong reasons. Dread and disgust creep up his spine, making him shudder against his will. He drops the mask. Harry grins at him in return, and puts his hand on his shoulder. The warmth of his skin seeps through Draco’s button down and into his own skin.

“You’re not your father,” Harry repeats. He interrupts Draco when he goes to shake his head. “No, you aren’t. You came back to school for an eighth year; you started a peer support group for the younger years. You make an effort to help someone every single day. Draco, you are a good person.”

Draco drops his eyes, not able to look at Harry. In a small voice, he mumbles, “My father paid tens of thousands of galleons to charities. He helped people too.” A single finger finds its way below Draco’s chin, pressing Draco’s head back up. A gasp falls from his mouth when he sees how much closer Harry is standing now. Their chests are nearly touching, a single step forward and…

No. It doesn’t matter how much Draco longs to close the distance, to feel Harry’s lips under his own, it can’t ever happen. There’s no way Harry feels the same; the Prophet would have a field day. No, Draco just has to be happy with the tentative friendship they’ve found with each other. Even if sometimes he swears he catches Harry looking at him a second too long.

“Look at me, Draco. He only did that to appeal to the public. The motive behind the donations was not pure. You help others for the sake of it, not to gain popularity.” Harry takes a breath, shaking his head in exasperation. Like he couldn’t believe Draco would think like this. “You are good.”

Draco tips his head back, uncaring about the vulnerability of exposing his neck to Potter; Harry hasn’t been Potter in a long time. He closes his eyes, and in the few seconds he stands like that, it begins to rain. Glancing back to Harry, he watches as drops of water fall and rest on his hair. Tiny bubbles of white stark against the black. It brings out his eyes.

“I try to be good,” Draco admits, the confession so quiet he can barely hear it himself.

Harry nods avidly at him. “That’s all anyone can do.” He moves his hand to cup Draco’s cheek, his thumb rubbing against his cheekbone and drawing electricity to Draco’s skin. “You choose, every day, to try to be good. That takes a lot of bravery, Draco.”

Draco sighs, trying not to let his eyes fall closed. The praise mixed with the gentle touch is relaxing him, too much for his sanity. He finds himself nodding slowly, unaware of agreeing with Harry until he is.

He watches with widening eyes as Harry takes a step closer. Harry’s thumb stops moving, resting against his skin. Draco feels his other hand press into his hip. It feels intimate, like a touch shared between lovers. His heart skips a beat, this time for the right reason.

“We should go back inside, Harry. It’s raining,” Draco rasps, trying to ignore the bubble of warmth he’s found himself in.

Harry takes a breath, eyes darting between Draco’s and--Draco pauses, there’s no way--to his lips. “In a second. There’s something I want to do first.”

Draco is frozen, completely unable to move even as he watches Harry move closer. Their lips meet, Harry pressing against him firmly. Sparks skitter across Draco’s skin, his stomach flipping. He finds his hands moving to grip the back of Harry’s neck and threads his fingers into his hair. He kisses back, and Harry melts against him.

By the time they pull away, they are soaked to the bone, but Draco can’t find himself caring. He opens his eyes--when had he closed them?--and stares at Harry. Harry smiles at him, a small lift of his lips. Draco finds himself laughing for some reason, slotting his hand into Harry’s and tugging him back into the castle and out of the rain.

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