#then talking to my brother he tried to invite himself over to ours

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Kiss Me More ➵ Matt Sturniolo

warnings: alcohol, drunk sex, soft!dom!matt, unprotected p in v, praise kink if you squint

synopsis: matt just wants to show you how much he's learned.

kind of a part 2 of "taste", but can be read as a stand-alone.

The kitchen was warm and dimly lit, the hum of the party in the background mixing with the clink of glasses on the marble countertop. Matt leaned against the fridge, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, eyes glassy with a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You stood across from him, a half-empty solo cup in hand, your laughter light as you swayed a little, leaning on the counter for support. You had slipped away from the crowded living room, where Matt’s brothers were holding court with their usual boisterous energy, to find some quiet in the chaos.

“I still can't believe you hosted this party,” you teased, running a finger around the rim of your cup. “I thought you hated big crowds.”

Matt chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, well, my brothers insisted. They’re more the ‘let’s invite everyone and their cousins’ type.”

You arched an eyebrow. “And yet here you are, playing the gracious host.”

He shrugged, glancing down at his drink. “It’s not so bad. Especially now.”

Your eyes softened at that, your smile becoming more genuine. “Especially now?”

Matt’s gaze flickered to meet yours, holding it for a beat longer than usual. “Yeah. Especially now.”

The air between you shifted, the laughter of the party fading into the background as the moment settled between you, charged and uncertain.

As Nick and Chris dashed by, Matt couldn't help but roll his eyes.

“They're getting rowdy, huh?” he noted, shooting a sideways glance at the door.

He took another sip of his drink, summoning up his courage. Now or never.

“So, um… I've been thinking about something… And I wanted to talk to you about it.”

His heart was beating a little faster, and he could feel the alcohol coursing through his veins, making him feel both more relaxed and more anxious at the same time.

Matt knew that this wasn't the ideal time to bring this up. You were both slightly drunk, and his brothers were making a racket in the next room. But he also knew that if he didn't talk to you about this now, he might never find the courage to do it later.

He took a deep breath and started to speak, forcing the words out before his brain could stop him.

“I've been thinking about… Well, about us.”

He felt a pang of nerves as he said the words. Even though you had been together for over a year, he still got butterflies in his stomach every time he talked about your relationship.

“I know we've been together for a while now, and everything's been great,” he said, his voice low and earnest. “But… I've been wondering if…”

He trailed off, feeling a wave of anxiety rising in his chest. Was he crazy for asking this? Was he pushing you too far? He had no idea how you would react.

He took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “I… I mean…” he paused, feeling his face grow hot with embarrassment. “I mean… I want us to be… More intimate with each other.”

He blurted out the words before he could stop himself, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. He felt like a complete idiot, saying these kinds of things so bluntly. Maybe he should have waited until you were both sober.

Matt could see the realization dawning on your face, and he felt a mixture of relief and anxiety. At least you understood what he was trying to say now.

But he had no idea how you were going to react. Would you be offended that he was bringing this up when you were both slightly drunk? Would you think that he was being too pushy?

“Well…” You smirked a little, resting your hip against the kitchen cabinet. “You're not a virgin anymore. There's nothing in our way.”

Matt felt his cheeks flush at your words, and he tried to hide his embarrassment by downing the rest of his drink.

“Yeah, I… I know that,” he said awkwardly. “I mean, I just…”

He paused, trying to find the right words. Why was this so hard to talk about?

“I guess I just… I want to feel more… Connected to you,” he said lamely. “I want to be closer to you, in every way possible.”

He felt like an idiot, saying something so cliché and cheesy. But it was the truth. He wanted to be closer to you, to share more intimate moments with you.

“I just… I just don't want to mess things up.”

He felt a pang of insecurity, feeling like a complete loser for admitting that he was nervous. Even after a year of being together, he still sometimes felt like you were too good for him.

You smiled softly, caressing his cheek. “You're not gonna mess things up. It's okay.”

Matt felt a wave of relief wash over him as he heard your reassuring words. He knew that you were right. You had been together for a long time now, and you had never given him any reason to doubt your feelings.

He leaned into your touch, savoring the feeling of your fingers against his skin. He knew that he was overthinking things, as usual. But he couldn't help it. He was hopelessly in love with you.

“You really think so?” he asked, his voice a little shaky. “You don't think I'm being too… Too pushy or something?”

He looked into your eyes, feeling vulnerable and exposed. He wanted to be closer to you, but he didn't want to rush you or make you uncomfortable.

“Oh Matty…” you said softly, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your cheek on his shoulder.

Matt wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. He felt your head rest on his shoulder, and his heart skipped a beat.

He loved it when you called him that nickname. It made him feel safe and loved. He buried his face in your hair, inhaling your sweet scent and letting the alcohol loosen his tongue.

“I just… I just want to be close to you,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble in his chest. “I feel like… I feel like I'm never close enough to you.”

He tightened his arms around you, feeling your body press against his. Despite his insecurity and nervousness, he couldn't deny the intense desire he felt for you.

You smiled tenderly, snuggling even closer to him, your hands gently rubbing up and down his back. “Yeah. I need to be under your skin, maybe then I'll be close enough,” you joked.

Matt chuckled, feeling his heart swelling with affection. God, he loved you so much. He pulled back a little so he could look at your face, your eyes sparkling up at him.

“You have no idea how badly I want that,” he said, his voice low and intense. “You're already so deep under my skin, it's crazy. And I still want more.”

He felt a pang of impatience, a surge of desire coursing through his veins. He knew that you were both drunk, and he knew that he probably shouldn't be getting so worked up like this. But he couldn't help it. Being this close to you, feeling your body pressed against his, was enough to drive him crazy.

He rested his forehead on hers, his breath coming in short pants. He could feel your breath against his face, the heat of your body against his. His heart was racing, and he felt a lump in his throat.

“I just… I just need you,” he said, his voice hoarse with emotion. “I need you so much, it's like a need a damn drug.”

You chuckled softly, feeling the heat of Matt's breath against your face. “I know, love. I can feel it.”

You could feel the tension in his body, the way his heart was racing against your chest. You could smell the alcohol on his breath, the scent of his skin. It was intoxicating. You reached up, gently tracing the line of his jaw with your fingers. You could see the desire in his eyes, the intensity in the way he was looking at you.

You couldn't deny that you felt the same way. You wanted him, needed him, craved him. You wanted to be close to him, to feel his body pressed against yours. But you knew that you were both drunk and emotional, and you didn't want things to get too carried away.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your own racing heart. “Matty,” you said softly, your voice a little breathless. “Maybe we should slow down a little, huh? We're a little tipsy.”

Matt groaned softly, his body aching with unfulfilled desire. He knew that you were right, that you were both a little too drunk to make clear-headed decisions. But the alcohol and the hormones were clouding his judgment, and all he wanted was to lose himself in you.

“I know, but… But it's so hard,” he muttered, his voice thick with need. “I just… I just want you so bad.”

You smiled sympathetically, feeling a pang of desire in your own gut. You knew how he was feeling, and you knew how hard it was to keep your own desires in check.

“I know, baby,” you said gently, stroking his hair. “But we need to be smart about this. We're both a little drunk, and I don't want us to do anything we'll regret later.”

Matt closed his eyes, feeling a wave of frustration wash over him. He knew that you were right, that you needed to be sensible. But he hated that you were being the voice of reason when all he could think about was how much he wanted to touch you, to taste you, to be as close to you as possible.

“I hate it when you're right,” he muttered, his voice rough with frustration.

“You're a little more drunk than me,” you said softly. “I just don't want to take advantage of you or anything.”

Matt opened his eyes again, looking down at your face. He knew that you were trying to be responsible and thoughtful, but all he could think about was how badly he wanted you.

“You wouldn't be taking advantage of me,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I'm a big boy, I can make my own decisions. And I want you. So damn badly.”

He let his hands wander down your body, running over your curves and settling on your hips. He pulled you closer, pressing himself against you. He could feel the heat of your body through your clothes.

“God, I want you so bad,” he breathed, his voice thick with need. “I don't care if we're both a little drunk. I just need you, right here, right now.”

“What, you wanna prove to me just how experienced you are all of the sudden?” you teased.

Matt felt a pang of desire and a hint of embarrassment at your teasing, but he tried to play it cool.

“Well…” he said, his lips curling into a cocky smile. “Maybe a little.”

He pulled you even closer, his hands continuing to explore your body. He could already feel himself getting hard, just from being this close to you.

“Besides…” he said, his voice low and husky. “I've been doing my research. I've been watching… Stuff.”

He gave you a sly smile, knowing that he had you curious now. He was definitely feeling more confident after a few drinks, and he was determined to show you how badly he wanted you.

“Did you now?” you asked, your tone amused.

Matt nodded, a hint of pride in his voice. “Yeah,” he said, his hands moving over your hips and down to your thighs. “I've been… Studying. Reading up on things. And watching some very informative videos.”

He gave you a wicked smile, his hands squeezing your thighs gently. He knew that he had your attention now.

“I don't wanna brag or anything,” he said, his voice dripping with bravado. “But I like to be… Prepared. And I thought it would be a good idea to… Expand my knowledge, you know?”

His smile widened and his eyes darkened with desire. He was enjoying this little game, reveling in the effect he was having on you.

“And I have to say, I've learned a lot,” he continued, his hand roaming further up your thigh. “I've picked up some… Techniques that I think you'll really like.”

He leaned in a little closer, his breath hot against your neck. He could feel your body responding to his touch, could feel your breathing becoming more ragged.

You smiled playfully. “So, I take you'd want to try being on top this time, huh?”

Matt felt a jolt of excitement at your words, his body responding immediately. He loved the idea of being in control this time, of having the opportunity to show you just what he had learned.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice low and hoarse. “I definitely want to try that.”

You smirked, downing your drink. “Lead the way, Mr. Expert.”

Matt's heart was racing with excitement as he led you to his room. He could feel the anticipation building inside him, his body thrumming with desire. He pushed open the door and led you inside, feeling a sense of dominance and control.

He turned to face you, taking in your flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes. “Get on the bed,” he ordered, his voice taking on a new authoritative tone.

“Oh, bossing me around now, aren't ya?” you teased, but obeyed nonetheless.

Matt couldn't help but smile at your teasing, feeling a thrill of excitement at your compliance. He watched as you lay back on the bed, your body spread out in front of him. His eyes roamed over your body, taking in every inch of you.

He moved closer to the bed, his footsteps heavy. “That's right,” he said, his voice authoritative. “I'm in charge now. And I want you to do everything I say.”

He sat down on the edge of the bed, his hands coming to rest on your legs. He ran his fingers up your thighs, feeling the smooth skin beneath his touch. He could see the effect his touch was having on you, the way your breath hitched and your eyes darkened.

“You're going to be a good girl and do everything I ask, right?” he asked, his voice taking on a suggestive tone.

Your heart was racing with anticipation as Matt came up with an idea. You couldn't deny that you were a little intrigued, and a little excited. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked, your voice a little hesitant.

Matt nodded, his eyes dark with desire. “Yeah,” he said, his voice low and confident. “I'm so sure. I think it'll be fun. And I think you'll like it.”

He bent down, his lips brushing against your ear. “Trust me, babe,” he whispered. “Just lie back, relax, and let me take care of everything.”

You closed your eyes, letting out a shaky breath as you felt his breath against your skin. You trusted him. You knew that he wouldn't do anything to hurt you. And you had to admit, the idea of surrendering control to him was a little exciting.

“Okay,” you said softly. “I trust you.”

Matt smiled, feeling a surge of satisfaction at your words. He loved that you trusted him, that you were willing to let him take the lead. He moved to kneel between your legs, his hands roaming over your thighs.

“That's my girl,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Now, just relax. And keep those eyes closed.”

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your neck. He nipped and kissed his way down your throat, his hands sliding up to your hips. He pushed your shirt up, exposing more of your skin to his touch.

“You're so beautiful like this,” he murmured, his hot breath fanning over your skin. “So vulnerable and open for me.”

He continued to explore your body with his hands and lips, his touch firm and confident. He could feel you respond to him, your body arching up to meet his touch. You were fully surrendering to him now, completely at his mercy. And he loved it.

He pushed your shirt up further, his lips brushing against your breast. He teased your nipple with his tongue, feeling your body squirm beneath him. He could feel your breathing quicken, your heart racing beneath his touch.

“You're doing so well, babe,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. “Just keep your eyes closed. Keep trusting me. I'm going to make you feel so good.”

He pulled back for a moment, drinking in the sight of you lying there, flushed and beautiful and completely at his mercy. He felt a rush of power and excitement, his own body thrumming with need.

He leaned back down, his hands moving to the waist of your pants. “Now, be a good girl and help me get these off, okay?” he whispered in your ear.

Your body was on fire, your skin tingling with need. You could feel his breath in your ear, his words sending shivers down your spine. You lifted your hips, silently obeying his command.

You felt his fingers slide over your skin as he pushed your pants down, along with your underwear, his touch rough but gentle at the same time. You shuddered, feeling suddenly exposed and vulnerable. You felt him move back between your legs, his body pressing against hers. His hands roamed over your thighs, his touch firm and possessive. He was taking his time, seeming to savor every moment, every touch.

“You look so good right now,” he murmured, his voice a rough whisper. “So beautiful and open for me. I could look at you all day.”

You felt his hand move between your legs, his fingers trailing over your skin. You gasped, your body arching up towards him, seeking more of his touch. You couldn't deny how good it felt to be completely at his mercy, to let him take control.

“Mmm… Matt…” you breathed, your voice shaky with need. “Don't stop. Please.”

He chuckled softly, his fingers continuing to explore your body. “Don't worry,” he whispered, his voice low and throaty. “I don't plan on stopping anytime soon.”

He bent down, his lips and tongue joining his fingers, teasing and tasting you. He knew exactly how to touch you, how to drive you wild with desire.

You couldn't help but moan, your body writhing beneath his touch. You could feel the tension building inside you, the pressure mounting. You were completely at his mercy, completely surrendered to his touch.

“Please… Please, Matt,” you gasped, your voice pleading. “I need you. I need you so bad…”

He could hear the desperation in your voice, the need in your words. And he loved it. He loved knowing that he had this kind of effect on you, that he could make you crave him like this.

He lifted his head, his lips curling into a smirk. “Begging for me already?” he teased, his voice laced with male pride.

Matt was determined to show you that he had been paying attention and that he had learned something from your previous experience. He wanted you to see that he could be just as good as you were, if not better. He felt a thrill of excitement and anticipation as he looked down at you.

“You're mine now,” he said, his voice low and authoritative. “And I'm gonna show you just how much I've learned.”

He moved his hands back up your body, his touch firm and confident. He could feel your body responding to him, your breath quickening and your heart racing beneath his fingertips. He could tell that you were excited too, that you were eager to see what he had in store for you.

He bent down, his lips brushing against your ear. “Trust me,” he whispered, his voice a low growl. “You're gonna love every second of this.”

Matt took a moment to take in the sight of you, lying naked and completely open for him. His eyes wandered over your body, taking in every curve, every contour. You were so beautiful, so vulnerable and exposed, and it made his heart race with desire.

“You look so good like this,” he murmured, his voice thick with need. “So perfect and mine.”

He began to unbutton his shirt, his fingers moving quickly.

Once he had tossed his shirt aside, he moved back down to kneel at the end of the bed. His hands ran down your thighs, his touch firm and possessive. He could see the way your body responded to him, your skin shivering and your back arching up.

“God, you're so beautiful,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “I want you so bad, I can hardly stand it.”

You were struggling to find your words. You were completely lost in the moment, your mind and body consumed by desire. You could feel his hands on your thighs, his touch driving you wild.

“M-Matt…” you gasped. “Please… Please don't tease me. I need you. I need you now.”

You heard him chuckle softly, his voice a low rumble. “Oh, you'll get me,” he promised. “But I'm going to take my time with you. I want to make sure you're completely ready for me.”

His hands moved up your body again, his touch firm and sure. He bent his head down, his lips trailing kisses down your torso.

“I want to take my time and explore every inch of you,” he murmured against your skin. “I want to learn everything about your body, about what makes you feel good.”

He continued to kiss and nibble at your body, his hands roaming over your skin. He could feel your hips arching up towards him, your body begging for more.

He moved back up your body, his lips brushing against your ear. “You're mine,” he whispered, his voice a rough growl. “And I'm going to show you just how good I can make you feel.”

He bent his head down, his lips claiming yours in a deep, passionate kiss.

His hands moved down to your hips, gripping them tightly. He lifted you up, pulling you closer to him. He could feel your body pressing against his, your curves molding against his chest.

“I want you so badly,” he muttered. “I can hardly wait anymore.”

You were a mess of desire and need, your body screaming for release. You could feel his hands on your hips, holding you tight, and it only heightened you need.

“M-Matt… Please…” you gasped, your voice desperate and pleading. “I need you now. I can't wait anymore. Please.”

Matt chuckled softly, his voice rough with desire. “Impatient, are we?” he teased. “Don't worry. I'll take care of you.”

He leaned down, his lips trailing kisses down your neck. He nipped and sucked at your skin, leaving behind small, possessive marks.

He could feel your body writhing beneath him, your hips grinding against his. You were begging for more, pleading for him to give you the release you so desperately needed.

“You don't know how much you turn me on,” he murmured against your skin. “How badly I want you right now.”

Your hands impatiently landed on his belt buckle. Matt chuckled at your impatience, his hips rocking against yours. “Somebody's eager,” he teased, his voice low and gravelly.

He lifted his hips, giving you better access to the buckle. He could feel your hands fumbling with it, your fingers trembling with need.

“Slow down, babe,” he murmured. “We've got all night. I want to take my time with you.”

He put a hand on top of yours, stilling your movements. He could feel your body arching up against his, your breathing ragged and uneven.

“Patience,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. ��Just relax and let me take care of you.”

He gently pushed your hands away, his fingers unbuttoning his jeans. He could feel you trembling underneath him, your need for him growing stronger and stronger.

He lifted his hips again, his trousers and underwear slipping down his legs. He could feel your body pressing against his, your skin against his bare skin. He could feel the heat radiating off of you, the tension in your body.

“Mm… You feel so good,” he murmured, nibbling at your ear.

He could feel your hands running over his hips and thighs, your touch hot and desperate. He knew that you were struggling to hold yourself back, that you were trying to control your own desires. He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the knowledge that he was the one driving you wild.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his voice a rough growl. “I want to hear you say it.”

You were lost in a sea of desire, your body screaming for relief. You could feel his skin against yours, the heat between them almost unbearable.

“I… I want you,” you gasped, your voice rough and ragged. “Please, Matt. I need you now. I need you so badly.”

Your hands were still roaming over his body, your touch desperate and needy. You could feel him against you, his body hard and taut, and it only made you want him more.

“Please,” you breathed, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “Don't make me wait any longer. I can't take it anymore.”

Matt could see the desperation in your eyes, the pleading in your voice, and it only fueled his own desire. He knew that you were completely at his mercy, that he had you right where he wanted you.

“Shhh,” he whispered, his lips trailing kisses down your neck. “Don't worry, babe. I'll take good care of you.”

He lifted his hips, his body moving back up to hover over yours. He could feel your body arching up to meet him, begging for more. He could feel your legs spreading, making room for him between them.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice a low growl. “Because I'm ready for you. So ready.”

You nodded, your voice too weak to speak. You could feel his body pressing against yours, his skin sliding against yours. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, and it only made you want him more.

“Please, Matt,” you managed to whisper, your voice rough and desperate. “Don't tease me anymore. I need you. I need you now.”

Matt knew that he couldn't deny you any longer. He needed you just as badly as you needed him. He positioned himself at your entrance, his body tense with desire.

“Are you sure you're ready?” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. “I don't want to hurt you.”

Matt felt a rush of excitement and nervousness as he positioned himself at your entrance. He knew that this was something new for him, something he had never done before. But he also knew that he wanted to make it good for you, to show you that he was capable of pleasing you just as well as you could please him.

He could feel your body tensing underneath him, and he knew that you were probably just as nervous as he was. But he also knew that you were trusting him, that you were giving yourself completely to him.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. “Are you okay?” he whispered, his voice a low rumble.

He could feel your body relax slightly at his words, and he took it as a sign that you were ready for him.

You smiled tenderly. “I am. Are you?”

Matt chuckled softly, his nerves and excitement warring with each other. “Yeah,” he said, his voice a little rougher than normal. “I just… I want to make sure I'm doing this right. I don't want to mess it up.”

He knew that he was probably making a fool of himself, that he sounded like an insecure teenage boy. Your heart melted at the vulnerable look on his face. You knew that he was worried about making a mistake, about not being good enough for you. But you also knew that he was so much more than he realized.

“You're doing great,” you whispered, your voice soft and soothing. “You don't have anything to worry about. Just relax and do what feels natural.”

You knew that he was probably overthinking everything, that he was putting too much pressure on himself. But you also knew that he was a fast learner, that he would catch on quickly.

“Just take it slow,” you added, your voice a soothing balm. “And don't overthink it. Just focus on me, on how good it feels between us.”

Matt nodded, his throat tight with emotion. He knew that you were right, that he needed to relax and just let his instincts take over. But it was hard to ignore the nerves and the fear of disappointing you.

“Okay,” he managed to say, his voice a little shaky. “I'll try. Just… Just tell me if I do something wrong.”

You smiled at him, your eyes warm and reassuring. You knew that he was pushing himself out of his comfort zone, that he was taking a risk by being vulnerable like this. And you were proud of him for it.

“You won't,” you said, your voice filled with confidence. “You're doing great. Just trust yourself. And trust me.”

Matt took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves and his breathing. He knew that he could do this. He could make you feel good.

“Okay,” he said again, his voice a little stronger this time. “I trust you. And I trust myself. And most importantly, I trust us.”

And with that, he leaned down and captured your lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

The kiss felt like a release, a way to channel all of the tension and anxiety into something more positive and intense. He poured all of his emotions into the kiss, his lips moving against yours with a newfound confidence and fervor.

He could feel your body responding to him, your hips lifting up to meet his. He could feel your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. He broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He looked down at you, his eyes meeting yours. He could see the desire and the need in your gaze, and it fueled his own desire even more.

“You feel amazing,” he said, his voice a rough growl. “I don't know how I'm going to last like this.”

You chuckled at his words, your own voice breathless and needy.

“You're doing fine,” you said, your voice a low murmur. “Don't worry about how long you last. Just focus on me, on how good it feels between us.”

You lifted your hips, grinding against him in a slow and deliberate motion. Your body was begging for more, your hips rocking against his in a steady rhythm. You could feel him against you, his body hard and taut against your softness.

“You feel so good,” you gasped. “I can't get enough of you.”

He felt his heart racing at your words, his own body responding to yours in kind. Your words, your touch, your movements—they were all driving him wild with desire.

“I want to give you everything,” he muttered, his voice ragged and urgent. “I want to make you feel things you've never felt before.”

He knew that he was probably saying cliché things, that he was probably coming across as a cheesy romance novel character. But for once, he didn't care. All that mattered was you, and making you feel good.

He lifted his hips, his body moving against yours at a steady rhythm. He could feel his body starting to tense up, the pleasure and the pressure building inside of him.

But he refused to give in to the pleasure just yet. He wanted to make sure that you were feeling as good as he was. And he wasn't going to let himself come until you did.

He shifted his body again, his hips moving against yours in a different angle. He could feel your body responding to him, your breathing becoming more erratic.

“You feel so good,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble. “So tight and hot, and… Oh god, I can't take much more.”

His body was tense with the effort it took to hold back, to control himself. But he was determined to make sure that you came first. He wasn't going to let himself come until he knew that you were completely satisfied.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. “Tell me what you need,” he whispered, his voice a rough growl. “Anything you want. Just tell me.”

You were lost in a sea of pleasure, your body writhing and quivering under his. You could hardly form a coherent thought, let alone find the words to tell him what you needed.

“Just… I need… Oh god, I need you,” you managed to gasp out. “Please, Matt… Please don't stop.”

You could feel him moving against you, his body straining with the effort of holding back. And you knew that he was holding back for you, that he was holding back his own pleasure until he knew that you were satisfied.

“Don't hold back,” you gasped. “Please. I want you… I need you. Just let go.”

With your words, something seemed to snap inside of him. He let out a low, guttural growl, his body moving against yours with a newfound intensity. He was done holding back, done trying to control himself. He needed to let go, to give in to the pleasure that was coursing through his body.

“You feel so good,” he muttered, his voice gruff and ragged. “I… I can't hold back anymore.”

His body was on fire, his muscles taut with need. He could feel his pleasure building and building, the pressure and the heat coiled tight inside of him.

“I'm gonna come,” he gasped, his voice barely recognizable. “I'm going to… Oh god, I'm going to…”

You could feel his body tense up even more, his muscles quivering and trembling. You knew that he was right on the edge, that he was about to lose control.

“Don't hold back,” you whispered, your voice rough and urgent. “Let it go. I'm… I'm right there with you.”

Your body was quivering and trembling, the pleasure building and building. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer, your body on the verge of exploding.

“Please,” you gasped. “Oh, please, I need… I need…”

His body convulsed against you, the pleasure coursing through him. He let out a low, guttural scream, his body shuddering and shaking with the force of his release. He felt like he had just gone over the edge of a cliff, like he had just exploded into a million pieces.

You couldn't even form the words, your mind and your body completely overwhelmed by pleasure.

And then, suddenly, it was too much. The pleasure and the pressure and the heat all came together in a torrent of sensations, and he felt himself let go.

For a moment, he felt completely and utterly shattered, his whole body trembling and quivering. But then he felt your arms around him, holding him close.

“Are you okay?” you asked, your voice a soft whisper against his ear.

You held him close as he trembled and shook, your arms wrapped around him in a tight embrace.

You could feel his body relaxing against yours, his breathing slowly steadying. And you could feel the relief and the pleasure radiating off of him, the aftershocks of his release still coursing through his body.

He just nodded, unable to form words. He felt completely and utterly spent, like he had just run a marathon and then some. He couldn't believe how good he felt, how completely and totally satisfied. He had never come that hard before, and it had been like nothing he had ever experienced before.

“That… That was… Wow,” he managed to gasp out, his voice still a little shaky. “I've never… I've never come like that before.”

You chuckled at his words, your voice filled with satisfaction. “I'm glad you enjoyed yourself,” you said, your voice soft and soothing. “It was pretty hot, watching you lose control like that.”

You ran your fingers through his hair, your touch gentle and loving.

“But you haven't come yet,” he mumbled, his voice still rough and ragged. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”

You smiled at his words, your heart swelling with affection.

“You don't have to worry about me,” you reassured him. “Just being with you like this makes me feel amazing.”

You ran your fingers down his back, your touch tender and loving.

“But,” you added, your voice a little huskier now. “If you really want to make me feel even better, I know a few things you could do to get me there.”

He lifted his head at that, his eyes meeting yours. He could see the desire and the need burning in your gaze, and it made his body respond once again.

“Anything,” he said, his voice a low and urgent growl. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Just touch me,” you whispered, your voice a soft plea. “Anywhere. Everywhere. Just touch me and make me feel good.”

His hand slowly trailed down in between your legs, and he moaned as he felt his release dripping out of you. He moved his fingers in slow, circular motions, the pad of his thumb finding your clit. Your body responded instantly, your hips lifting up to meet his touch. You let out a low moan, your body writhing and quaking beneath him.

You leaned back against the pillows, your body open and vulnerable to him. He nodded, his eyes drinking in the sight of you. You were beautiful like this, completely and utterly open and trusting.

He trailed his fingers down your body, his touch light and gentle. He let his fingers wander over your skin, tracing the curves and lines of your body.

“Oh god,” you gasped. “Just like that. Don't stop…”

His heart rate picked up as he heard the words, his body responding to the sound of your pleasure. He kept his fingers moving, his touch firm and steady.

“You're so beautiful,” he whispered, his words a low, ragged growl. “So perfect,” he added, his voice thick with desire. “I want to make you feel good. I want to make you feel so good.”

“Don't stop,” you gasped. “Please don't stop. I'm so close. I'm so… Oh God…”

He increased the pressure of his touch, his fingers moving a little faster and a little more urgently.

Your body arched and quivered under his touch, your breathing growing ragged and erratic. You could feel your pleasure building, the pressure and the heat coiling tight inside of you.

He could feel your body trembling and quivering under his touch, your breathing becoming more and more ragged and urgent. He knew that you were close, that you were right on the edge of release.

“Let go,” he whispered, his voice a rough and urgent plea. “Let go and let me make you feel good.”

And with those words, your body convulsed and trembled, the pleasure coursing through you like a torrent of sensations. You let out a high-pitched moan, your body trembling and shaking with the force of your release.

He kept his fingers moving, his touch steady and gentle, trying to guide you through the aftershocks of your pleasure. He could feel your body relaxing against him, your breathing slowly returning to normal.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice rough and tender.

You nodded, your eyes dazed and glassy with pleasure. “I'm more than okay,” you murmured. “I'm amazing. You're amazing.”

You reached up and pulled him down into a deep, passionate kiss. He kissed you back, his heart swelling with affection and desire. He couldn't believe that he had just made you feel so good. It was a feeling like nothing else, like he had just achieved something truly amazing.

“You're amazing,” he whispered against your lips. “You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.”

You smiled up at him, your eyes filled with happiness and affection.

“You're not so bad yourself,” you teased, your voice light and playful. “And you definitely know what you're doing, I'll give you that.”

He laughed at that, his heart swelling with affection and happiness.

“I guess I'm a fast learner,” he said. “But I had a really good teacher.”

Matt leaned down and kissed you again, his lips moving against yours in a soft, tender caress. You stayed like that for a while, your bodies intertwined and your lips locked together in a passionate embrace. But eventually, you had to come up for air, your lungs burning for oxygen.

“We should probably get cleaned up,” he muttered, his voice a little hoarse.

“Yeah,” you mumbled playfully. “You sure came a lot.”

He chuckled at that, his face flushing a little bit.

“I guess I got a little carried away,” he admitted, a sheepish grin on his face.

He climbed off the bed and made his way to the bathroom, feeling a little self-conscious now that the heat of the moment had passed. He grabbed a washcloth and ran it under the water, then returned to the bedroom to find You already lounging on the bed, a satisfied smile on your face.

“You look pretty pleased with yourself,” he said, a playful edge to his voice.

He sat down on the bed and started to clean you up, his touch gentle and tender. You sighed contentedly as he cleaned you up, your eyes drifting closed as you relaxed into his touch.

“I'm not used to being taken care of like this,” you murmured, your voice a little dreamy.

Matt smiled at that, his heart swelling with affection. You sounded so vulnerable and fragile in that moment, so much different than your usual confident and self-assured demeanor.

“Well, get used to it,” he teased gently. “Because I don't plan on stopping any time soon.”

He finished cleaning you up and then tossed the washcloth onto the floor, flopping down beside you on the bed. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close, his body pressing against yours. He could feel the curve of your body against his, the warmth of your skin seeping into him. And he felt a sense of contentment and peace that he had never felt before.

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[harrysmimi]

I Will Always Love You

Synopsis: Harry tries to lighten up YN's mood

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It was Sunday. Bright and sunny morning.

Harry was the first to wake up today as it was a day off for his fiance. He knew she was already in a bad mood because of what happened yesterday, she was already off to sleep when he came back home from studio.

Now he doesn't know what exactly happened, it was a family drama she said. All he knows is that she is furious about one thing and one thing only.

So he woke up early and put together her favourite breakfast for her. Something to cheer her up the first thing in the morning. YN was still sleeping in so he decided to go wake her up.

"Hey baby, you wanna wake up?" He sat down on the edge of their bed so he can lean over and kiss her forehead. "It's already half past eleven."

"Hmm?" She sounded half asleep.

"You wanna wake up?" Harry asked again.

"Hmm!" She nodded.

"I made you breakfast, will wait for you in kitchen." He pressed another kiss on her cheek.

"Thank you!" She yawned, and hugged him tight.

"You good, my love?" He asked, caressing her back.

"I am, I am." She assured him though he isn't quite assured.

Harry let her do her thing, giving her space so she can go upto him and talk about it. He busied himself with breakfast duty.

"Good morning, baby!" He sang in a cheery tone seeing his fiancé. Her hair was damp and she had already gotten back into her pajamas.

"Morning." She smiled. Or at least tried to.

"What's wrong, darling?" He enquired finally.

"Nothing really," she shrugged and helped him take food out to the table.

"You still want to go see the new houses later on today baby?" He asked as they both sat down.

"Yeah."

"Hey, I can see something is wrong. Just tell me, please!" He pulled his chair closer to hers.

"Can we like, uhhhh, like uninvite my parents and especially my grandmother from the wedding? I, I, I just want it to be my brother, his wife and their kids." She shared. Harry could see the tears pooling up in her eyes.

"You want to tell me what happened, love?" He somehow found a way to move closer to her.

"I shouldn't have asked my mum and grandma to come along. I found a dress I liked, but she said it would look like she's going to my funeral not my wedding just 'cause it was white." Harry could see she was trying so hard not to start sobbing, her bottom lip quivered as she looked down, she is clearly so hurt by her grandma's statement.

"Hey, whatever she said must have been to spite you baby." He tried to console her, "if you don't them at our wedding we don't have to invite them, okay? I promise."

"I don't know why she hates me so much!" She sighed, "she talks bad about us too, I can't take that."

"You know, people are going to hate but we know the truth, right?" He took her hand to gesture her to sit on his lap so he can hug her, which she did. "What else did she say to get you so hurt, hmm?"

"She said why are you putting so much effort into this he's gonna leave you anyway..." And she started sobbing.

"You know you're not getting rid of me so easily, don't you?" He squeezed her tighter, "I am so sorry she said that, YN. And let me tell you, you're the best thing that's happened to me. While I know it's not going to be always rainbow and sunshine but I know we can beat the odds and just grow stronger. I don't know why she thinks I'd leave the love of my life, like ever, but what I do know is I love you and I wanna spend rest of my days with you as my partner. I love you too much!"

"I love you too!" She managed to say between her cries.

"You still want to get that white dress you love so much?" He asked.

"Mhmm."

"And you still wanna eat?"

"Yes, I am hungry." She nodded again. "I will just go wash my face."

"Yeah, you do that baby, but hurry up your food it getting cold." He placed a soft kiss on the apple of her cheek.

The rest of the morning YN spent sulking around though she did eat her food. She even took a big fat nap on the sofa while watching her favourite series on Netflix. Harry did not bother her, he in fact cancelled their appointment with the realtor and scheduled it for the next day. He is instead going to take her out dinner tonight.

Now he doesn't know if that's all that happened or did her but she made sure not to take her grandmother to the next appointment for dress shopping.

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[astonmartinii]

hey hey:) don’t know if you do requests but i was wonder if you could do a lando smau where the reader is scotty james’ younger sibling and is a snowboarder too?

frost bitten | lando norris social media au

pairing: lando norris x james!reader

lando is dating scotty james' younger sister, all is well until some on track beef causes some problems at home.

yourusername

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yourusername: when you're in a third wheeling competition and your opponent is me with lando and daniel

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user1: the stroll x james x norris x ricciardo family is so confusing but i love it

landonorris: when i'm in a being a cutie patootie competition and my opponent is y/n y/ln

yourusername: you're forgiven for not playing uno with me on the plane

landonorris: you know we're not allowed to play uno or monopoly in an enclosed space after the inchident

yourusername: i thought you'd make an exception for me

landonorris: you know i would, it's danny we have to worry about

danielricciardo: i don't know why i'm catching strays when you're the one who tried to commit grievous bodily harm over a +4 card

landonorris: THAT WAS ONE TIME

user2: the james family are so blessed with genetics it's crazy

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mclaren: lando and oscar are wrapped up warm with ice queen y/n james in the garage with us this weekend. the two time x-games winner and olympic gold medalist snowboarder is our special guest this weekend in barcelona.

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user3: so do all the teams just have joint custody of the james siblings?

astonmartin: some would say our catering is the best though

mclaren: y/n would have to disagree

redbullracing: i think we ALL know that we have the best catering

user4: the way they still introduce y/n as a snowboarder not lando's girlfriend

user5: i mean that is her profession

yourusername: i loved it as usual <3

landonorris: just cause i was there

yourusername: idk... oscar's coffee bangs

landonorris: i can think of something else of mine that bangs

oscarpiastri: THERE ARE CHILDREN HERE

user6: did they invite her so she could show lando how to actually win?

yourusername: first of all, BOOOOOO, second of all, thanks i'm going to steal that for whenever he's mean to me

landonorris: i've factually never been mean to you ever

yourusername: you literally tripped me this morning

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yourusername: proud of you always

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user10: i'm so gutted for lando, all that work to get on the front row only be taken out by no fault of his own

landonorris: i love you baby

yourusername: i love you too, it'll come to you soon, karma always prevails

user11: y/n talking about karma as if it isn't her soon-to-be brother-in-law

user12: she's always been the messy james sibling and we love her for it

user13: is she wrong though

mclaren: we'll come back stronger

yourusername: look after my boy, please

user13: fair play my guy got shunted but why are we acting like he's been murdered?

yourusername: lando has worked so so hard this season despite all the set backs so apologies if the first chance he got to prove himself was taken from him

scottyjames: can we like not text each other? why are you airing out the family business

yourusername: i'm not airing anything out, if anything you're doing exactly that by putting your two pence in

scottyjames: sorry for thinking my sister might have finally grown up and might have an adult conversation

yourusername: stop acting holier than thou like you don't curse everyone else out

user14: anyone else feel like we shouldn't be reading this?

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f1dramaandtea: it's all getting a bit heated, y/n and lando skipped the james-stroll family dinner after the racing incident between lando and lance. scotty and y/n went back and forth in the comments of her post of support for lando. with the x games coming up, will the siblings reconcile?

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user17: i feel like i'm watching the family argument at thanksgiving

user18: do i think y/n is being dramatic? maybe. but at the same time her lando are super serious and it's only natural for her to want to defend him

user19: idk i think scotty is being the dramatic one, lance was clearly in the wrong and to not even give lando any sympathy was crazy imo

user20: once again i am begging for public figures to sort their shit offline especially now considering they are SIBLINGS

user21: i think it'll be fine in a couple days, scotty and y/n always bicker but they always get over it.

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landonorris: the only one i'll ever need

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user22: like the beef is super sad and everything, but the lovey dovey posts from y/n and lando are keeping us FED

yourusername: you're such a sap, but you're my sap

landonorris: god i love you so so much

yourusername: forever and always

user23: i simply cannot wait for the canadian grand prix i need the drama

danielricciardo: oh to be young and in love

landonorris: thank you old man

danielricciardo: i am literally trying to be nice???

scottyjames: very cute

user24: i feel like this is a bit sarcastic

yourusername: oh grow up scotty

lancestroll: okay like can we get over it yet, me and lando have spoken i think y'all are just being stubborn now

yourusername: i'm a taurus let me live

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yourusername: what do you mean it's the biggest two weeks of my life? oh it's just the x games and the canada gp !! let's go lando and see whether we can go for gold again

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user25: as a lando and y/n stan i AM SO STRESSED I NEED THEM TO DO SO WELL

landonorris: you'll kill it baby i know you will

yourusername: couples that slay together stay together

landonorris: the rest of the world quakes in fear at our slay

yourusername: we'll come together to maximise our joint slay

oscarpiastri: okay i think we get it

user26: so like i need a double james gold even if it kills me

carlossainz55: good luck y/n you'll smash it

yourusername: thank you carlos, you and charles' snowboarding lessons will resume in the winter break

charles_leclerc: lord knows we need them

landonorris: not everyone has godgiven talent like myself

yourusername: baby, we all know it took over 10 lessons before you could even go more than 10ft before falling over

landonorris: baby you said you wouldn't tell anyone

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scottyjames and yourusername: siblings that board together, win together. we may fight like crazy, but we'll always be there for each other, whether it is grabbing toilet roll or winning gold !! big love to you all and thank you for all the support xx

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user28: JAMES SIBLING SLAY AS THEY SHOULD

landonorris: super super proud of you y/n

scottyjames: wow lando i thought we were over this

landonorris: what if i told you i was just taken aback by y/n's beauty and talent

scottyjames: hmmmmm, i'll give you a pass this once

landonorris: i joke - congrats scotty, i'm so happy for you

yourusername: thank you baby xxxx

astonmartin: war is over !! congrats scotty and y/n

danielricciardo: big moves from the james siblings as per

yourusername: you know it 💅

scottyjames: thank you baby

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f1: my big fat f1 snowboarding wedding - scotty james and chloe stroll tied the knot this weekend and it was a star-studded affair

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user28: i would sell a kidney to have been there

yourusername: magical weekend

landonorris: us next?

yourusername: teehee, need a ring first

danielricciardo: @mclaren come get you driver he's going crazy

landonorris: crazy in love

carlossainz55: are you still drunk?

user29: they all look SO GOOD

user30: this y/n and scotty reconciliation is hitting like crack

user31: i fee like we're glossing over lando saying he wants to marry y/n

oscarpiastri: try spending five minutes with them and you'll know they'll get married asap

note: eeeeeee hope you enjoy and this actually meets your request!! i had loads of fun writing this tbf xx

[alisonsfics]

off limits - part five

pairing: brother’sbestfriend! henry cavill x reader

summary: henry was best friends with your brother, theo, which meant despite the clear chemistry between you two, you both had chosen to not date.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: swearing

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 6 coming soon

After getting the ominous text from Theo, your mind had been racing a million miles a minute. You had no idea why he suddenly wanted to hang out with you and Henry, specifically. Theo wasn’t even really supposed to know that you and Henry had been spending time together.

You tried to distract yourself with a whole lists of hobbies, but your mind kept running back to wondering what Theo wanted to talk about. Theo wasn’t normally very secretive. He was normally an extrovert who didn’t keep anything in. You started preparing yourself for the chance that Theo knew about you and Henry.

Theo had sent you an address for some gala being hosted by the company he worked for. The only other information he gave you was that you’d talk once you got there.

You tried to assure yourself that if he was going to yell at you for dating-but-not-dating his best friend, he probably wouldn’t have picked a public event.

You got dressed up, as the invitation mentioned, and arrived at the gala way earlier than you were supposed to. You hadn’t seen or spoken to Henry since you got the text from Theo. You both were mentally spiraling and needed some time to think.

When it was finally an acceptable time, you headed into the lobby, where you saw Henry waiting. He was sitting on a bench, anxiously tapping his leg.

He gave you a soft smile once he saw you. He was so anxious that he couldn’t even force himself to stand and give you a hug.

“Theo here yet?” You asked him, trying to keep your hands from shaking. He shook his head. “Haven’t seen him yet,” he told you.

You grabbed your phone out of your purse, hoping you could distract yourself. It didn’t work. You anxiously switched between your Instagram feed and your email for ten minutes, until Theo showed up.

When Theo finally walked through the door, you and Henry practically jumped. “Hey, Theo. How are you?” You asked, giving your brother a quick hug. You were partially convinced that if you acted like everything was okay, maybe it would be. “Hey, guys. It’s good to see you both.” Theo said, also giving Henry a hug.

“So, you guys are probably wondering about my text. I’m sorry that I was so vague, but I was worried that neither of you would agree if I told you beforehand.” Theo started to explain.

Your fears that this was about you and Henry started to fade, but they were replaced by fears that this was worse.

“So, you both know that you’re the maid of honor and best man at the wedding, which me and Sarah are so happy about. But, we knew neither of you had a date yet to the wedding, so me and Sarah wanted to set you both up.” Theo finished explaining.

You and Henry were stunned. You glanced over at Henry, trying to read his expression. You both had been so worried about Theo finding out, and now, it sounded like he wanted the two of you to be together. You weren’t sure what you were hearing. Neither one of you knew how to respond.

“So, Sarah’s on her way in with two of our friends. We think you’ll love them. For you, we have my coworker Todd. He loves all your favorite movies, and he’s really into cooking. And Henry, Sarah has this friend named Mia, who owns this little bakery downtown. And if all goes well, maybe they could be your dates to the wedding.” Theo said, causing a pit to form in both yours and Henry’s stomachs.

Theo wasn’t setting you up with Henry. He was setting you both up with different people. You couldn’t even tell Theo that you weren’t interested because both your dates already in the parking lot.

“Alright. One of you say something, please. You’re scaring me.” Theo said, noticing your stunned reactions.

You were pissed. Theo had ambushed you.

“What’s to say? They’re already here, aren’t they?” You said, with a slight bitterness. Henry and Theo both picked up on it, but neither of them mentioned it.

Then, the front door to the lobby opened, and Sarah walked in with two people behind her. Sarah smiled at you both, unaware of the awkward tension in the room.

“Hey, guys. This is Todd and Mia.” Sarah said, introducing you all. You politely smiled at Todd, who was giving you an expectant look. “Shall we?” He asked you, holding out his arm for you. You reluctantly held onto his arm, and he led you into the banquet hall.

Henry didn’t realize how protective he was over you until he saw you with Todd. It made Henry sick to his stomach.

Todd brought you over to your assigned table. You glanced at the name tags and realized that all six of you were at one table. Todd pulled out your chair for you, but you still didn’t even want to look at him.

“So, you work with Theo?” You asked with a desperate attempt at conversation. Todd nodded his head and starting rambling about his job. You watched Henry, Mia, Theo, and Sarah start heading towards your table and prepared for the disaster that you knew would occur.

You zoned out as Todd rambled on and on. Henry gave you a sympathetic look as he sat down. You’re weren’t mad at Henry in anyway, but for some reason, you hoped that he would stand up to Theo and fight for you. You knew it was a crazy hope and that Henry wouldn’t do it. Henry had promised you that he’d keep whatever your relationship was a secret from Theo. He wouldn’t break that promise without your permission.

As if you weren’t feeling upset enough, watching Mia practically drool over Henry wasn’t helping.

“I’m going to go get a drink. If anyone wants to come with.” Sarah excused herself, starting to pick up on the tension. “We’ll come with you,” Mia volunteered, grabbing onto Henry’s hand.

You watched Henry’s eyes widen as he was dragged away from the table. “While they’re gone, I’m going to run to the bathroom real quick. I’ll be back in a minute.” Todd excused himself as well.

“So how do you like him?” Theo asked from across the table as soon as Todd was out of earshot.

You refused to look at Theo. You fixed your attention on the other side of the room and didn’t budge. “Hello? What’s wrong?” Theo asked you.

“I’m fucking pissed at you. That’s what’s wrong.” You snapped at him. Theo looked genuinely shocked by your response. “You’re mad because I…got you a date?” He asked, confused.

You rolled your eyes, running a hand through your hair. “No, I’m mad because you ambushed me. You didn’t ask if I was interested, and I couldn’t have said no because he was already here.” You ranted. Theo was trying to reason with you, but all the stress from hiding your feelings for Henry was bubbling up.

“I was just trying to be helpful. I just want you to be happy.” Theo told you. You believed him, and you knew he had good intentions, but sometimes his execution was shit. “Maybe I already am happy. Maybe I don’t want to be in a relationship right now. Just because you’re getting married doesn’t mean I have to. I mean, I get enough of this shit from mom. I don’t need it from you too.” You said, standing up from the table and walking away.

You started walking towards the lobby again. You walked past the bar, and Sarah and Henry saw that you were fuming. “I’m gonna go check on her. Can you get me a drink?” Henry asked Mia, to which she quickly nodded.

Henry followed you into the lobby. “Hey, wait up. It’s me.” He called after you. You stopped when you recognized his voice. You turned around to face him and a few tears rolled down your cheeks.

“Talk to me,” Henry said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a hug. You hated how safe you felt with him. You wrapped your arms around him, holding onto him like it would make your problems go away. “I am so fucking pissed at Theo for this, and this has all been so much recently. I’ve just fucking had it.” You rambled.

Henry rubbed your back as you ranted to him. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to complain so much. I mean, you’re going through this too, and I haven’t heard you complain once.” You apologized.

Henry took your hand and pulled you over to one of the benches against the wall. He sat down next to you. “You’re allowed to complain all you want. This fucking sucks. And trust me, I am just as upset as you are.” He comforted you, moving a strand of your hair behind your ear. You never felt alone when you were with Henry.

“You’re such a good listener. You should be my therapist. God knows I’m gonna need one after tonight,” you joked, laughing as you wiped another tear off your cheek.

“I hate seeing you cry.” Henry said, grabbing one of your hands in his. He ran his thumb over the back of your hand.

You saw a flash of doubt in Henry’s eyes for a split second, and then he cupped your face with his free hand. Then, he slowly leaned in to kiss you. It wasn’t like any of the other times you’d kissed Henry. Normally, it was heat of the moment and rushed. This was different. It was slow and sweet.

You leaned into the kiss. Butterflies swirled around inside you. You interlaced your fingers with Henry’s. It was magical.

Henry could feel you smile against the kiss. For a second, his feelings for you were simple. In that moment, he didn’t care about anything else, especially Theo. He just wanted you.

“Hey, Theo said you ran off. I wanted to come check on you.” Todd said, bursting into the room before realizing what was going on.

You and Henry froze. You half expected Henry to jump away from you. He didn’t. He let his hand rest on your waist. “I’m sorry. We really had no idea Theo was going to set us up. Theo doesn’t know about this. Please, don’t tell him.” You apologized.

Todd nodded and left you both alone.

Henry quickly stood up. “I need to go talk to Mia.” He said.

“That’s your first reaction after kissing me?” You asked him, half teasing.

“I need to tell her that there is somebody else who makes me very happy. I don’t want to lead her on when I am one thousand percent crazy about you.” He said, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“What do we do about Theo?” You asked him.

“I think we should talk to him and see how he reacts. There’s so much stuff going on with the wedding in three weeks, but I think we should talk to him after the wedding. I know that’s still a while from now, but I don’t want him to be stressed about the wedding when we talk to him.” He suggested.

You pulled him in for a hug. “I’m going to go hang out with Sarah. I’m not really in the mood to talk to Theo yet. But we’ll talk soon, okay?” You told him. He nodded and smiled before you left.

Then, Henry went to find Mia. “Hey, can we talk?” He asked her. She quickly nodded.

“I had no idea that Theo and Sarah were setting us up today. I don’t want to lead you on, and there’s this girl. I mean, it’s complicated, but it wouldn’t be fair to lie to you. Theo doesn’t know anything about it though.” He explained.

“Thank you for telling me. I really appreciate your honesty. And I totally understand why you’d be nervous to tell Theo.” She told Henry. Henry furrowed his eyebrows. “Wait, I’m sorry. What do you mean?” He asked her, curiously.

“Because she’s his sister,” Mia told Henry, as though it was clear as day.

Henry chuckled to himself. “I didn’t realize it was so obvious.” He admitted. Mia shyly nodded her head. “It’s just the way you look at her,” she told him.

They wrapped up their conversation, and Henry went back into the lobby to think. He wanted to seem confident and hopeful in front of you when talking about telling Theo, but Henry was terrified. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin his relationship with his best friend or ruin yours and Theo’s relationship.

The stress had really gotten to Henry over the past few weeks. He felt his eyes start to water from the pure stress and anxiety. He had no one to talk about these things with except you, and he wanted to be strong for you.

Theo walked into the lobby, startling Henry. “You mad at me too? My sister's pissed, and judging by the way Mia and Todd are making out, I’m assuming neither of you were interested in your dates.” Theo said.

Henry shook his head. “I’m not mad at you. Slightly irritated, but not mad. But, I couldn’t date Mia, Theo.” He told him.

Theo noticed the emotion in Henry’s face. “Hey, man, are you alright?” Theo asked, concerned. Henry just shook his head. “There’s this girl. And god, I want to be with her. I think about her all the time, and it fucking sucks because I know how amazing we could be together, but it can’t happen. All I really want to do is take her on a date.” Henry explained, wiping his eyes quickly and faking a smile.

Theo put his hand on Henry’s back. “No one can really stop you though. You should go be with this girl if she makes you happy. Don’t let anything stand in your way.” Theo assured Henry. Henry chuckled to himself at the irony. He knew Theo would have a very different sentiment if he knew the girl was his sister.

“It’s just way too complicated. You have no idea.” Henry told him.

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Can i request modern!au Aegon X reader os, with a lot of fluff?

Battery Acid and $20 caffeine*Aegon

Pairing: modern!aegon x barista!reader

Word count: 900

Warnings: pure fluff, shy aegon

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Aegon didn’t even like coffee, yet he easily spent $30 on it a week. It all started when he kept yawning through an econ lecture and Erik all but dragged him to their campus’s coffee shack. He’d stayed up all night on a paper and his eyes barely stayed open on their walk over.

They snapped open though when a pretty smile greeted him. “What can I get you?” you smiled sweetly.

He tried to recover from his daze as his eyes glanced at the sign behind you. All the words looked jumbled up. Damn maybe he should sleep more. “Whatever you recommend,”

“You like sweet stuff?” you asked as you grabbed a cup and pen. Aegon nodded, scared the next thing he said in his sleep deprived state would ruin any chance he had, “Name?”

Fuck now he had to speak, “Um Aegon?” why did it sound like a question? He could hear Erik snickering behind him.

“Alrighty,” you just grinned as you wrote something down on the cup and passing it to your colleague, “That’ll be $7.24,” For coffee?? His eyes almost popped out his head, but he just awkwardly smiled as he paid. This better be one damn good cup of coffee which would be hard since he hated the stuff.

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He did his best to force the Carmel sweetness down without making a face as he sat across from Erik. “Why not just ask her out?” he’d asked him, but Aegon gave every excuse under the sun, “Why do you think your cup got a heart and not mine?”

Oh god he was right. Maybe you wouldn’t laugh in his face if he went up and asked. “Fuck it,” he whispered before standing up, ignoring Erik’s attempts to hype him up as he walked to the counter.

Then it happened. Your shift ended. Your apron came off and you said bye to someone before walking out from behind the counter. You smiled at Aegon when you past him, but his mouth dried up and the only thing he could do was grab a sugar packet from the counter and trudge back to his seat.

-

The next day when he bumped into Helena after class and she told him she was going for a coffee he instantly invited himself, “You don’t even like coffee?”

“Maybe I wanna spend time with my lil sis?” Heleana just looked at him sceptically.

Unfortunately for him you weren’t there and the coffee he got still tasted like cardboard. “How can you drink this stuff?” he grimaced.

“Why did you order it?” she rolled her eyes before waving to someone behind him.

Aegon glanced over his shoulder and turned back with amber cheeks. “You know her?”

“Yeah?” Heleana shrugged, thinking her brother must’ve been possessed at this point, “She’s in my history of ancient civilisations class. do you know her?” Aegon just shrugged but a wide grin spread over her face, “Omg, you like her,”

“My god shut up,” he basically hissed, “Besides I don’t even know her name,”

“Not yet you don’t,”

-

After much begging Heleana agreed not to tell you about your secret admirer but the secret was wearing thin since despite drinking coffee constantly this month, Aegon still grimaced when he drank it.

He was sat at a high-top table on his laptop when you came over to clean off the last customers rubbish next to him. “You know the shop next door sells red bull?” you said, making him jump, “I’m just saying,” you laughed, “you never seem to enjoy the coffee here and it’s so expensive anyway,”

“I-I don’t mind it,” he stuttered, his cheeks tinging pink, “Besides it’s a good place to study,”

“What’s your major?” you smiled when it dawned on him.

oh shit, she was really talking to him. “Business, boring I know. What about you?”

“History, boring I know,” you joked.

“No, no I think its interesting,” he said, relieved not to be looking at his spreadsheets anymore, “What kind of history?”

“Mostly ancient stuff. We’ve just started our ancient Valarian unit. Did you know that-” your smile instantly dropped, “Shit my managers back,” you quickly turned to grab your spray from the table.

It was now or never, “Maybe you could tell me more about it sometime?” he stammered, his flush cheeks turning beat red when you smiled, “Over coffee or something?”

You laughed this time, “How about over a red bull in the park?”

-

What was supposed to be an hour or two long park date turned into a picnic when you hit the three hour mark of chatting with no signs of stopping. Your local shop came to the rescue with snacks and red bulls. “I can’t believe you drink this stuff,” you gagged as you sipped the glorified battery acid.

Aegon couldn’t help but chuckle, “Now you know how I felt,” After walking you to your dorm Aegon finally let out a sigh of relief. He’d got a cute girls number, she laughed at all his jokes, and most importantly he’d never have to deal with $20 coffee’s again.

Well, that was until you moved in together a year later and he spent $200 on a coffee machine just for him to make you your morning latte. It was all worth it though once he saw your smile. It was priceless to him after all.

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Jobe requests you say? I will gladly spawn in here, soooo, maybe something with like Jobe and reader just kinda being under the radar and only like Denise (I think that's his mom's name, feel free to correct) knows and she accidentally blurts it put to jude and their dad and it's like complete meltdown and then it's like complete exsidiential (think that's how you spell it?) crisis for them and like WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND HE'S A LITERAL CHILD, and Jobe's just like, 'hEheHehehE have fun with your existence crisis'

(I am so sorry for living in your requests, but I need to speak my mind😭)

GIRLFRIEND?! - JOBE BELLINGHAM

Jobe has a girlfriend?!

Jobe Bellingham x fem! reader

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It’s a warm evening, and I’m having dinner at Jobe’s family home. Denise, his mom, has invited me over for a casual meal, and everything seems to be going perfectly.

The dining table is filled with delicious food, and the conversation is light and enjoyable. Jobe and I exchange glances, our hands brushing under the table as we share little smiles.

Denise, in the middle of a story, glances over at us with a loving smile. “You two are such a cute couple. I’m so glad you’re coming to the family picnic next weekend!”

Instantly, the room goes silent. Jobe’s fork is frozen halfway to his mouth, and Jude and his dad look at each other, their eyes widening in confusion.

Jude’s fork drops with a clatter. “Wait, what did you just say? Did you say ‘couple’?”

Denise’s face turns beet red as she realizes her mistake. “Oh no, I didn’t mean to—”

Jude stands up, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. “Couple? What do you mean, couple? When did this happen? Are you telling us Jobe has a girlfriend?”

Jobe’s dad looks like he’s seen a ghost. “Hold on, Jobe has a girlfriend? Since when? He’s still in high school!”

Jobe, clearly reveling in the chaos, tries to suppress a grin. “Yep, surprise! We’ve been together for a while now. I guess mom accidentally spilled the beans.”

Jude’s face is a mix of horror and disbelief. “But Jobe’s a literal child! How could you keep something this big a secret?”

His dad is pacing back and forth, muttering to himself. “How did we not see this coming? We missed the signs! How did he even manage to hide this?”

Jude, looking at me with wide eyes, asks, “How long have you two been... together? Did we just completely miss this?”

I try to contain my laughter. “We’ve been together for a while. We kept it private because we wanted to be sure of ourselves before making it public.”

Denise, looking frazzled, tries to reassure everyone. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to cause a crisis. I just got carried away.”

Jobe’s dad finally stops pacing and looks at Jobe with a mixture of incredulity and acceptance. “Well, this is definitely... unexpected. But if you’re happy, I suppose we’re happy too.”

Jude, still in shock, sits back down and shakes his head. “I need a moment to process. My little brother is in a serious relationship. I don’t think I’m ready for this kind of adulthood.”

Jobe, now clearly enjoying the spectacle, looks at me with a mischievous grin. “Welcome to the family chaos. I’m glad you’re here to see it all unfold.”

As the evening progresses, Jude and his dad continue to make comical comments about how they’ve missed the “biggest development of their lives.” Jobe and I can’t help but laugh at their exaggerated reactions.

Jude eventually starts to get more comfortable, jokingly asking if he should now start preparing for a “new sibling” or if he needs to give Jobe the “big brother talk” about relationships.

His dad finally settles down, shaking his head and trying to embrace the situation with good humor.

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Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader

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Request: Anonymous asked: "Why settle for a Duke when you can have a Prince?" reader is friends with Daemon Targaryen and she is being set up with a duke because her parents don't like Daemon.

The invitation for your family to join the royal house arrived less than a day after a rumour that the rogue prince had returned home. It was because of the rumour your father had tried terribly to find an excuse to turn down the offer.

Unfortunately for him, your entire family arrived three days after the request. “(Y/N)!” Your father hissed as you wandered off in the gardens. You turned to your father and the dreadfully boring young man who had been failing to hold a conversation with you.

“Father!” You said back in the same tone and waited for him to say something. The man stood nervously and looked at your father who sighed. Then he made an oddly stiff face that looked as if he were trying to hold in a sneeze.

“(Y/N).” The familiar voice caused you to turn and you smiled as you met Daemon’s gaze.

“Prince Daemon!” The young man said and bowed. You raised an eyebrow and did nothing more than offer Daemon the back of your hand to kiss. He smiled and did just that, holding onto your hand for a moment longer than he needed.

“My brother has a new garden made up of plants Corlys and I brought back from our respective journeys. Perhaps you would like to see them.” Daemon offered. He had already extended his arm for you to take as your father started to object.

“Father. You could not possibly expect me to snub the king’s own brother.” You scolded and let Daemon lead you away as the prince chuckled to himself.

“Who was the nervous boy?” Daemon asked. You sighed and leaned your weight onto your elbow, against the crook of his arm, arms twined together as you walked at a slow pace.

“Some duke or something. Father is trying to use me to marry his way up in the world.” You said with a sigh. Daemon scoffed and shook his head.

"Why settle for a Duke when you can have a Prince?" He gestured to himself and you laughed.

“You are not arrogant enough to think he would not find some way to have you killed on your wedding night?” You joked quietly and he snickered slightly. 

“Fortunately for me, I do not think he would be able to pull something like that off successfully.” he grinned when you gasped and rested a hand over your chest.

“My prince. Such scathing judgement of my father! Though perhaps… truthful.” You both laughed again and began talking about everything and anything you could think of. You paced the Keep together winding a path until your feet ached and you insisted on sitting somewhere.

“My lady. Your father has asked that you join… I mean… I… would like you to join me…” The duke, having found you once you and Daemon had become stationary, stuttered and stumbled over his words. You tried your best to look kind and encouraging though with Daemon failing to hide his amusement beside you it was harder than you wanted it to be. “Your company for the evening.” He finally got out. Daemon’s laugh finally escaped him and the poor boy looked as if he would happily leap down Caraxes’ throat.

“You wish to have a fine lady of Westeros keep you company for the night?” Daemon asked. His tone was accusatory though you, and perhaps his brother, could tell easily that he was joking. The young duke gasped and shook his head.

“He jests my lord.” You said. This relieved the poor creature's nerves. He had, simply put become, a trembling wreck before you.

“(Y/N) is dining with the king this evening.” Daemon said before either of you could say anything more. You turned to Daemon who glanced at you and gave the duke a chance to retreat which he must have taken in a hurry as, when you looked at him, he had gone.

“Cruel beast.” You said affectionately and smacked at Daemon’s arm.  He chuckled and the two of you fell into a comfortable silence for a while before deciding to walk around the keep again.

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How I Long For Our Trysts

Anthony Bridgerton x f!Reader SMUT

I finished reading The Viscount Who Loved Me & i'm already missing this fictional man like he's my husband that went off to war.

Also ofc the title is a Taylor Swift reference. What else is new?

Cw: AFAB Reader + a few brief mentions of Reader being a lady, Bridgerton-typical society talk, Reader & Anthony are pretty handsy, No foreplay, Unprotected sex + Creampie

You were going to be the death of him.

Anthony Bridgerton always knew he was going to die young, but he'd always thought it would be a similar death to his father's — sudden and perhaps by the stinger of a measly bee — yet the agonizing wait for you to appear in the doorway of his study might do him in first.

His mother had invited what felt like hundreds of singles in the ton for another one of her house parties at Aubrey Hall. The woman was relentless in her task of marrying off her children, although she seemed to focus more on Anthony than his brothers. To the viscount's dismay (he was ashamed to admit his simultaneous delight), you were one of the invited guests. Anthony's mother had no idea that you and her eldest son had already become well acquainted with each other, having met earlier in the season.

You had a distaste for society and its strict rules, something that both intrigued and infuriated Anthony. You conducted yourself in a way that haunted his very being. Had you been a smidge less cynical, you would fit Anthony's idea of a perfect viscountess exactly.

Since your first meeting, the viscount would see you everywhere. At the shops, the park, every ball, there was even a time Anthony could have sworn you were in his bed beside him only to find out it was just an all-too-real dream. In hopes of getting you out of his head, he began pursuing you. Not in hopes of marriage, Anthony had carefully planned out every minute you shared together to avoid such a thing, but in hopes of turning his dream into a reality. And it worked. It worked far better than Anthony thought it would. Every moment he spent getting lost in your body felt better than it had with any of the women he had slept with before. He craved you more than he had ever craved anything in his entire life. While your moments together were fleeting, he made every minute count and seared the memory into his brain. 

Now that you were under the same roof as him, he could barely hold himself back. His siblings had coerced you to join their game of Pall Mall earlier in the evening and each time your ball and his sat near each other, it took every ounce of Anthony's strength not to pull you to the side and kiss you senseless. After the game, he stepped closer to your side, inconspicuously whispering into your ear to meet him in his study at midnight. If everyone else in the house was asleep, he could have you all to himself for hours. As long as the two of you ended up in your respective bedchambers by dawn, no one would be any wiser.

While waiting for the clock to strike twelve, Anthony tried to keep himself busy by going over a few papers, but eventually the dry scratching of his quill and the flickering light of the candle beside him began to make his head spin. Tossing the pen to the side and rubbing his face with his hands, the door finally creaked open. Leaning back in his chair, a smirk grew on Anthony's face at the sight of you shutting the door behind you.

"Took you long enough." he quipped, gazing at you with tired eyes. You returned his smile and approached the desk.

"It is better to be safe rather than sorry, my lord. I did not want to risk someone catching me outside of my chambers like this~" Your hand began to fiddle with the hastily-tied knot on your robe. With a light tug, the robe was untied and fluttered open to reveal that you donned only a chemise under it.

Anthony sucked in a breath, dark eyes trailing over your figure. Yes, he had seen you in less before, but you looked too damned stunning in everything you wore, no matter how many layers it consisted of. Even at the social events both of your families "coincidentally" attended, he could not tear his eyes away from you.

You stepped closer to his side, his hand wasting no time in settling on your hip. He was looking at you like how a puppy eyed its beloved owner. You kept that analogy to yourself, knowing full well that he would rid it the moment he became aware of it, but it was perhaps the most beautiful look he had ever worn. Your opposing hand came up to graze his cheek before your fingertips peaked into his hair. Anthony's eyes fluttered shut, leaning into your hand and turning to press a soft kiss to your palm.

"Always so eager." you said, smiling down at your lover. You caught the faintest, briefest smile on his lips before he kissed your palm once more with a deep hum.

"You cannot blame me." Anthony's voice was low and filled with passion as he replied, "Not when I have the prettiest lover in all of Great Britain," he paused to squeeze your hip, his fingers digging into the fabric of your chemise, "Right at my fingertips."

"Aw..." you teased, leaning down to meet his lips. Anthony lets out a low moan into the kiss as his hand slides from your hip to around your waist, guiding you down to straddle him in his chair. Your warmth was the comforting sort, the image of you in his lap serving as a reminder that Anthony had you. You were his, sitting so prettily above him, and deep down, while it hurt his pride to admit such, Anthony knew he was yours.

In the glow of the fireplace, the two of you held each other close, hands exploring previously conquered patches of skin. You had tugged his vest open as one of his hands slid under your chemise to grab your ass. His lips had left yours to trail hot kisses along your neck. Your breathy pants fanned against his ear while he suckled your clavicle, wishing so desperately that he could leave a mark. Anthony knew he couldn't. You were out in society, someone the viscount had sworn to never rope into his rakish encounters. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin your reputation and find himself at the receiving end of your relative's pistol.

Anthony let out a low growl, pushing away the niggling reminder that he had compromised you. What a hypocrite he was. Had one of his sisters been in your position, he would have ripped their lover to shreds, but something about you felt different. A warm and welcoming feeling that Anthony had never experienced before. A feeling that was suffocating him as he lifted his head to peck your jaw before guiding you into another kiss.

You yanked at his shirt, ripping the top buttons out of their holes. Anthony groaned as your hand trailed down his clothed chest, grazing over his stomach and inching closer to his waistband. His lips leave yours, pressing a feather-light kiss to your cheek before his own hand slips down to meet yours, expertly unbuttoning his trousers.

Anthony Bridgerton was never a patient man, something you had known since your first night together. He was never selfish — in fact, he was quite a generous lover, always checking to make sure he wasn't moving too fast — he merely found it difficult to hold back at times. You were a drug. Perhaps the only thing that could make him completely drunk, aside from the occasional brandy. As he freed himself from the confines of his pants, he gazed up, his dark eyes shining with a lustful glint as they met yours.

You shifted above him and pulled up the skirt of your chemise enough for him to line up with your entrance. His free hand rested on your hip before slowly guiding you down to take him in. With a groan, he squeezed your ass as you situate yourself in his lap. His hands slid up to your hips, urging them to roll toward his.

Anthony held you close, enough for him to lean forward and mouth at your clothed chest. You always felt like heaven, so hot and tight. You made him feel alive. Anthony groaned against your chest as his fingers dug into your skin, mirroring the new grip you had on his shoulders. Your soft moans against his ear spurred him to help quicken your grinding, guiding you along the length of his cock.

Before you had met the viscount, you had known of his rakish ways from Whistledown's column. The woman had never been wrong so you had no reason to disbelieve her reports on Anthony's past conquests. Opera singers, actresses, several women in London's brothels, he had allegedly bed them all. He was the biggest rake in all of Britain, yet as he held you tight and fucked into you as if he loved you, you couldn't bring yourself to regret meeting him. It could have been your inexperience in these sorts of encounters, but you could have sworn the Anthony Bridgerton you saw during these nights was a better man than the one Whistledown knew. He was always so attentive and skilled and beautiful and...

You contracted around him, ripping a gruff moan from your lover's lips, his gaze focused on your connection as he controlled the movement of your hips. His short nails bit through the thin cotton of your chemise, his own hips thrusting up to meet yours.

"Fuck..." Anthony groaned almost too quiet for you to hear. He always found it hard to last longer than you, yet another difference between you and his past lovers. He was already close and, judging by the way your moans took on a higher pitch, you were not far behind. One of his hands left your hip to slip under the bunched front of your dress, thumbing your clit in the exact way he knew you liked.

You squeaked out a moan, your grip on the back of his shirt hardening. "Anthony...Oh god, Anthony..." you repeated his name like a prayer.

Suddenly, your orgasm hit, stilling your hips and moaning into his shoulder. Like he always did, Anthony coaxed you through your release, continuing his ministrations and pressing soft kisses to the side of your head. Once your moans subsided, the hand on your clit left to rest on your back. You kept your face buried in his shoulder as he panted into your ear, his own sounds growing closer together as he chased his release.

You lifted your head enough for Anthony to steal your lips again. With another groan, he thrusted up into you one last time before his come began to fill you. He held you tightly against him as he deepened the kiss.

You moaned and weaved your hand into his hair. You didn't want the kiss to end. The moment it did meant your time with Anthony was coming to an end. You would have to return to your bedchamber alone, knowing the man you had accidentally started falling for was under the same roof.

Meanwhile, Anthony had no plans of letting you go once leaving your lips to catch his breath. He glanced to the nearby clock. It was only one in the morning, plenty of time to keep you locked in the study with him. He should be free to have you until six, when the maids would begin wrapping their wake-up calls on the residents’ doors. After only a few gulps of air, Anthony's lips were back on yours, keen on having you in every position he's dreamed you in.

Anthony Bridgerton never planned on catching feelings. Hell, his entire plan for the season was to find a wife he wouldn't fall for, yet as he admired you in the euphoric state he had put you in, he was starting to think his plan had failed.

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‘I OWE HER MY LIFE’- Jeon Jungkook

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Genre: angst, fluff

Pairing: comforting, idol!Jungkook X sad, 8th member!F!Reader

Summary: You love Bts and Army, but you don’t think you’re made for this lifestyle. So you’ve been considering leaving the group. But how will Jungkook, the one that loves you the most, react?

Warnings/tags: mention of sasaengs, and death threats (only mentions, no details), reader feels depressed, Jungkook is extremely attached, Jungkook comforts you, sad Jungkook, crying, hugs and a lovely Jungkook.

Word count: ~1,2k

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It’s been a long time you’ve been in BTS, the biggest band in the world… maybe around 5 years? You’ve had tours, fan meetings, collaborations, invitations… but also had death threats, sasaengs, people ringing at your door, and harassing you in the streets.

You’re a strong woman. Very strong. But you had limits, and limits got crossed over. This wasn’t the life you wanted; you just wanted some money to help your family. But now, you have the money without your family. You had to leave them from a young age, and with so much work and pressure, your relations with them got damaged. You believe that they won’t come back no matter what. But then, what was all of that for? Working so hard day and night since you’re 13, for nothing but money and fame.

Realizing how much better your life would’ve been without fame… tears form in your eyes. You love Bts, and you love Army, but maybe you weren’t made for this.

‘They‘ll understand. They love me too’

you reassured yourself, scared of expressing the decision you’re considering more and more; leaving Bts. Leaving the cameras, fame, and infinite money for an easier life. You try to imagine how Bts will react…

Namjoon, the one that you grew up with, that made you who you are today, comforted you every needed time and that considered you as his own sister.

Jin, that considered you as his very own daughter, bringing you to school and cooking for you.

Yoongi and Hoseok, bringing you to your bed when you fell asleep on the couch and went to the school reunions for parents.

Taehyung and Jimin being your closest friends you ever had, your big brothers, teasing you and bickering each other all the time. But always being there for each other.

And Jungkook that… loved you deeply. Very deeply. More than anyone else.

He always gave you lovely gifts, like portraits, drawings and paintings of you, and even tried sculpting you. Once, he gave you an album full of pictures he took himself of you, to prove you you were beautiful at your most insecure time. He gave you letters all the time, and was the type to write “Jungkook, you’re not so secret admirer :) ” as a signature. And always gave you the best Netflix and chill nights. Buying popcorns, letting you chose the movie, buying channels just for you, making his bedroom cozy with cute lights and more.

You were hung up on his walls. Said you were his love, passion and happiness as a person. And said he’d be your guardian angel the day he leaves.

“I’m not scared of dying because I know we’ll never really be too far from each other. In our next life, we’ll meet again, and love each other like we always did.” he said…

Tears roll down your cheek. How are you going to tell him? Will he get mad? Sad? Tons of questions go through your head as you blow your nose and throw the tissue. Will he hate you? Understand you? Does he feel the same thing? You blow your nose once again and throw the tissue. Suddenly, the door opens.

‘Y/n!! Why are you crying?!’

Jungkook comes in running and gets in front of you making sure to close the door behind him. He looks at you with worried eyes as you wipe away your tears, acting like nothing happened.

‘Y/n Im not joking! Please baby, tell me what’s wrong. You can talk to me you know it.’

He whispers the last part, taking care to not frighten you and to make you feel safe, protected. As you look at him in the eyes, you sitting on the edge of the bed and him crouching down to talk to you, he cups your face in his big hands, gets closer and kisses your forehead.

‘Jungkook… I… I’m not sure what to feel about being in Bts anymore… I’m scared, and lost… It’s not like I really want to leave but it feels like it’s the only way out…’

You look down, scared of how he’ll react. He’ll think you’re a traitor, you think…

There’s a silence. A long one. You wouldn’t be able to tell how long it was nor if it was uncomfortable or not. But it felt like hours. You hear him taking a deep breath in before saying in a weak voice:

‘Y/n… you can’t be real. You’re not thinking about leaving Bts right? You’re joking?’

He asks, sounding like he was about to cry. You slowly nod, making him understand that yes, you were indeed, considering it.

‘What’s wrong? What made you think about this? Y/n Im ready to do anything for you. Anything! Tell me what do you need I’ll do it! I’ll give it to you!’

He sounds desperate. You finally look back at him, tears still rolling down your cheeks but he gently wipes them away with his thumb. He gets on the bed and hugs you tight. His chest moving irregularly, strongly. And his arms holding you extremely close to him.

‘Im just… I’m tired! I’m tired of everything. I’ve tried having breaks, I really did! But nothing have worked…I’m exhausted Jungkook…I really am… and I’m sorry…’

You say. Your nose gets even redder. You almost can’t see due to the amount of tears your shining eyes are holding.

‘Put the blame on me. Put all of your worries in me. Give me all of your stress, fears, pressure. I’ll take it. I gladly will.’

He gets back.

‘Give me all of your pain. I know you’re suffering so put it all on me. Please.’

He yells in a whisper. He doesn’t want to scare you and he meant everything he said. He’s ready to do anything for you, even if it meant dying, or getting tortured till the end of his days.

You saved him and always comforted him when he wasn’t feeling good. So that’s what he told himself: ‘I owe her my life’. From the moment he realized how important you are to him, he knew he’d dedicate his whole life to you. There wasn’t any point in doing anything without you. And in fact, you were his whole life. He always did the most for you. He hugs you again…

‘It’ll be all right… I’m here… I’m right here.’

He whispers onto your neck, slightly laying a few kisses on it. You hold tight onto his hair and let your body rest in his strong arms. Tired from crying so much, you fell asleep. He laid you down on the bed, changed your clothes for pajamas, and stayed beside you. He spent the whole night cuddling you and whispering good things in your ear such as ‘you’re strong’, ‘you can do it’, or ‘I’m right here’.

He let you sleep as much as you needed and instead of not leaving until you wake up, he decided to make your favorite breakfast then decorated and cleaned the whole apartment.

He was right. It’ll be all right, he’s here…

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𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐮

𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞

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𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 ｡ ｡ ｡ ｡ trevor catches jamie watching one of isabelle’s vlogs, and invites her to a ducks game just to get a reaction out of him.

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Trevor knew he could hear the familiar voice of Isabelle Hughes, a voice he had grown accustomed to over the long years of knowing the Hughes family, a voice that he called to listen to when he was having a bad day or just needed his female best friend to talk to.

So, when he walked downstairs to see one of her Youtube videos playing on the large TV he and Jamie had mounted to the living room wall in their apartment with said male watching it with a glint in his eyes, Trevor couldn't help the smirk that appeared on his lips as he rested his arms on the back of the couch.

"Dude, you've watched almost all of her videos already, haven't you gotten tired of hearing her voice?" Trevor startles Jamie as he speaks up, causing his best friend to snap his head in her direction.

"I will never get tired of hearing an angel talk to me....even if it does happen to be through a screen." Jamie tells him with a shrug.

"I can't believe you haven't caught onto the fact that she's related to--,"

"For the last time, it's impossible for her to be related to Hughes's. It's a popular last time." Jamie rolls his eyes, eyes going back to the TV.

Trevor chuckles, "Whatever you say, Jamie."

"They're not related!"

Trevor's loud laughter can be heard as he makes his way back upstairs, pulling his phone out as he dials a familiar number and presses his phone up against his ear.

"Hello?"

"Belle! I have a serious question for you." Trevor closes his bedroom door behind him, throwing himself onto his bed, "Will you come to our game tonight? I'll leave a ticket at the front of you."

"Yeah, sure, I don't have any plans."

"Great! I'll see you after! Love you, bye!" Trevor quickly hangs up, a smirk making its way onto his face, "They'll thank me at the wedding."

Belle looks down at her phone screen as she answers a few text messages while she waits for the Ducks players to leave the locker room after their showers.

"Princess Belle!"

The blonde doesn't have the chance to even look up from her phone as arms wrap around her waist and picks her up from the ground, "Trevor!"

The two best friends hug each other tightly as he sways them side to side.

Of course the two only lived thirty minutes away from each other, but usually one of them was always busy so they didn't really get together as often as either of them would've liked.

"Don't kill me, but I made you come for a reason." Trevor mumbles into her ear as he slowly lowers her to the ground, "I'm playing matchmaker again."

"Trev, last time you tried to play matchmaker with me, I had to pretend that Quinn fell down a flight of stairs to get out of the date."

"I know, I know. But I promise, Jamie is a nice guy." Trevor grinned, wrapping an arm around her shoulder to drag her with him,

"Jamie!"

Jamie turns around from where he was talking to Mason, eyes going wide at the blonde tucked into Trevors side.

"Meet Belle, Jamie." Trevor smirks with his arm still around Isabelle, "Belle, Jamie is a big fan of yours."

"Thank you." Belle smiled, holding her hand out, "I'm a fan of you guys. Kinda have to be since Trev forces me."

"I do not." Trevor looks down at her offended.

"So, uh, how do you know Trevor?" Jamie asks as he shakes her hand, nervous to be around the girl whose videos he always watches.

"Oh, Quinn, Jack and Luke are my brothers." Belle says, "I met Trevor around the same time that Jack did."

"She's been my best friend ever since." Trevor grinned, shooting Jamie an 'i told you so' look.

"It was nice meeting you, but I have a meeting in the morning, so I should make the 30 minute trip back to my apartment.” Belle smiled at the hockey player before turning to Trevor, “Don’t be a stranger.”

“Uh, Belle!” Trevor calls out to the blonde as she walks away, noticing the deflated look on Jamie’s face, “Are you sure you can’t come out to eat dinner with us? Please?”

Belle squints her eyes at Trevor as she glances over his shoulder to see Jamie pretending not be listening.

A sigh leaves her lips before she nods her, “Okay. But you’re paying for my gas.”

“Done!”

By the end of dinner, Belle and Jamie had really gotten to know each other, having spent the entire night talking to each other.

“Alright, I’ll talk to you later.” Belle wraps her arms around Trevor’s neck as they stood next to her car.

“Drive safe, please. Text me the exact second you get home.” Trevor tells her, watching as she nods while grabbing her keys from her bag.

“Oh, Trev!” The blonde calls out causing him to turn around.

“Yeah?”

“Give Jamie my number.” She smiles as she opens the car door, “Tell him to call me sometime.”

Trevor laughs as he walks over to the car him, Jamie and Mason drove to the restaurant, pulling his phone out to text Jamie the Hughes sister’s phone number.

“What—,” Jamie looks wide eyed at Trevor, “Dude!”

“Belle says call her sometime.”

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Platonic Dazai x younger sister! Reader who's sassy

Oh yes this is so sweet I cannot. He would defo be such a sweet/ annoying brother tho. Also this takes place after the Ada finds out that Dazai worked with the Mafia. Enjoy♡♡

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𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡/ Kunikida's pov to enhance the silly

Kunikida entered the office that Monday morning only to find everyone gathered in a big circle around the couch.

"What the...?" he mumbled to himself as he approached his colleagues, half hoping that Dazai didn't have anything to do with whatever was going on.

But of course he did. The young detective brought you, his little sister, to work with him.

"Isn't she absolutely adorable?" cooed Dazai as he pinched your cheek, causing you to frown.

"What am I, twelve?" you replied in an annoyed voice, rolling your eyes.

Kunikida stopped right next to Dazai, shooting him a death glare.

"I wasn't aware it was 'bring your little sibling at work day', Dazai"

"Aww Kunikida san but she asked me to take her with me. She wanted to see you." he said with a wicked smile.

"I never said that, flat ass" you snapped, a pink blush tinting your cheeks. "I just need help with my Maths homework that's all."

"But I could've helped you"

"As if. You didn't even go to school" you said with a provoking smirk but your brother didn't reply, instead turning to Kunikida.

"So can you help her? I'd be most grateful"

Kunikida looked at you for a brief moment. You looked almost like Dazai: the same wavy chestnut hair and brown eyes, but you were a bit thinner and shorter and your arms weren't covered up by bandages.

"Sure. I guess I could. I have a small window in my schedule and-"

"See little one?" chimed Dazai in as he ruffled your hair "Told you he'd help"

"I'm 17, flat ass. I'm not little anymore" you cried out, causing Ranpo to chuckle.

"Hey my ass is not flat" said your brother in the same tone as yours.

"I'd agree with you but then we'd both be wrong"

"Wow she's a feisty one" spoke Yosano between chuckles "I like her."

Dazai's eyes narrowed playfully upon hearing your remark "Very well then, so be it. If you think you're such a big girl why don't you recite the 26th page of your diary? It's about your crush on-"

All the blood in your face drained when you heard your brother talk and you quickly jumped off the couch, covering his mouth with your hands.

"You wouldn't dare."

He smirked, removing your quivering fingers "Oh I would"

"Then I'll hide your bandages"

"Then I'll take your laptop for a day" he said back

"I'll pour soy sauce in your shoes and wet all your socks every morning" you pressed, a glimmer of mischief in your eyes.

"Then I'll tell your Physics teacher about how you cheated on your finals last year."

Your face contorted in a pained expression but you still wouldn't back away. "Then... I'll invite you know who (us, the readers, know it's Chuya👀) to dinner at our place."

Your brother opened his mouth to say something but then immediately closed it, a smile rising to his lips. "Alright smart ass, you won. Now go at my desk and do your homework ok?"

With a proud smirk on your face you nodded, taking your tote bag from the couch and languidly making your way to his desk. You opened your English books, turned on your headphones and began working on your assignments; from time to time, you tapped the sleeve of your mechanical pencil in the rhythm of the song you were listening to.

The others went on with their duties too, leaving only Dazai and Kunikida next to the couch.

"She sure is a lot like you, Dazai." said the latter as he arranged his glasses.

"Well, what can I say." replied Dazai. "I tried to keep her away from the Port Mafia as much as I could, you know. To actually give her a chance in life but I guess she did end up a lot like me in some ways." He sighed "I'm really proud of her tho."

Kunikida only chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You know, maybe that's not a bad thing. That's she a lot like you. Plus, despite you she's hardworking."

"Aww Kunukida san did you just compliment me?" With that, Dazai was back to his normal self and the other man frowned, turning on his heels and marching towards his desk.

"I'll help her later with the homework. Go take care of your missions now"

"Suuure Kunikida san" added the brunette. His eyes slid to you again; you'd already written half a page. When you looked up to meet his gaze, you mouthed a silent "What, flat ass?", which made him chuckle. Waving you off, he walked towards the door, his heart swelling with pride and love for you. Dazai never had much of a family, but he sure was happy that you wound up being his little sister.

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Me And My Husband - Chapter 2

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Remus had finally let go of Sirius after said boy had started to calm down, though he kept his hands on his upper arms for comfort. "Sirius please talk to me, what the hell was that about" Remus was always soft spoken, it almost seemed impossible for it to get even softer but he always managed when he tried to comfort people. "You wouldn't understand Remus, it's just my family, it's always them" more tears leaked down the shorter boys face, his voice cracking a bit when he spoke. Remus pulled Sirius closer to himself, rubbing his hand up and down the crying boys back "then explain it to me so I can understand it" Sirius let out a weak nod in response "alright but I can't speak about it here".

The two boys had made their way back to their dorm room, of course after Remus had made up an excuse to the rest of his friend that he wasn't feeling very well. Though no one thought to question it, the young Werewolf seemed to always be sick every other week. Sirius sat on the edge of his bed with Remus, though never looking up to make eye contact with the taller boy, he was too embarrassed to do so. Sirius started his explanation with a soft sigh "it all started during the middle of our break, after I went back home from the Potter's". The memory was still fresh to Sirius, it had kept him awake many nights since it happened.

~Flashback~

Sirius had kept to himself since getting back home, wishing he could just spend the rest of the time with James, or even his other friends. He was especially not excited about today, his mother Walburga had invited over a friend of hers, and she of course told him that he'd be meeting them. Sirius was never happy to meet any of his parents' friends, they were always just like them, strict blood purists that stuck up their noses at him. He was dreading the moment his mother would call for him, he was dressed up nicely, being told it was an important occasion and he hated it. When Walburga finally called him down he wasn't expecting to see someone from Hogwarts staring at him, no he was expecting some old wrinkly pureblood that looked something like a ghost.

Sirius didn't know her name, nor did he care too. All he knew was that she was in Slytherin and best friends with her little brother, who of course was already sitting by her. He walked over to his mother holding out his hand to introduce himself "this is my eldest son Sirius, the one we talked about" his mother spoke for him, she always did, but he dreaded the thought of his mother talking about him to her 'friends' he could only expect the worst. Though the older woman in front of him just smiled as she shook his hand "well I hope he is as lovely as you described him to be, I'm M/n l/n" he smiled back at her although very confused, his mother had said something good about him to this woman, something she had never done before. "This is my daughter Y/n, I believe you're both starting your last year at Hogwarts" the mentioned girl nodded her head at Sirius as a small greeting. "Now Sirius since you'll be graduating your father and I thought it would be a good idea for you to start courting a member of a well respected pure-blood family, and luckily M/n here had the same thing planned for her daughter".

The world suddenly stopped for Sirius, his heart sinking down into his gut. The sickening swirl in his stomach kept building until a mess of words almost started spewing out of his mouth, though one harsh look from his mother kept him quiet. Sirius had no idea what to or do, so he stood still staring at the girl his parents wanted him to marry, only looking away when Walburga brought over a dark green velvet box. She handed it to the small girl Sirius was starting to despise, she grabbed it with a small and a quiet "thank you Mrs Black". She opened it and pulled out a beautiful and large ring, it was silver with crystal stars around the band and a stunning Emerald in the centre, it was so beautiful and it made him sick.

Walburga slipped the ring onto the young girl's finger as her face faltered, she seemed almost scared of the tall woman in front of her. Walburga then beckoned over her son, slipping on the dark steel ring with a similar star pattern onto his ring finger. "You'll make such a lovely addition to the family Y/n" Y/n just gave the woman a soft smile "oh and don't worry we have everything already planned for the big day, it will be a week after the two of you graduate" M/n spoke with a gleeful tone. The two Teenagers would never know but at that moment they were thinking the exact same thing, a wish to be younger. The threat of adulthood and an arranged marriage would be looming over their heads for the entire year, so they had to make the most of their last free year.

~Flashback over~

At this point Remus had his arm thrown over Sirius's shoulder, rubbing his thumb up and down to comfort the miserable boy "they've dictated my entire life, how I dressed, how I acted, who I spoke to, even tried to decide what house they wanted me to be in" Sirius let out an angry huff before continuing "and now I can't even choose who I fall in love with, I mean I'm to be married a week after we graduate! I wanted to do things with my life, like travel the world, have more fun with my friends before ever thinking of settling down with a wife and kids!" small tears welled up in his eyes the more worked up he became "God and I hate looking at her, and that stupid ring, it just reminds me of what waits for me after graduation" tears were now rushing down his face as he let out broken sobs "I'm sorry Sirius, I'm sorry this is happening to you, that I can't help you, love shouldn't be something that's decided for you, you both deserve to fall in love with someone you care about" Remus held on tighter to Sirius as tears streamed down the boys face. "Though she doesn't mean any harm to you, like she said she doesn't want this either, she's only wearing it to keep her parents pleased" Remus hesitated slight before he continued speaking "and I don't blame her, I wouldn't want your parents finding out that you aren't wearing it, and I don't trust Regulus enough not to tell them. It's just a suggestion, only so you don't get into any trouble" he had a soft smile as he spoke and Sirius could just tell he cared about what he was saying. Comfort from Remus always felt sincere and true, it never felt demeaning or horrid in any way, it made Sirius feel safe.

~timeskip~

After their talk Sirius had thought more about what Remus had said and he was right though, Sirius would rather die than have his parents find out he wasn't wearing the ring. So he had actually decided to wear it, it wasn't unusual for him. He often wore multiple rings at once, so no one would think to question it. Remus on the other hand had tried his luck in finding Y/n, he wanted to talk to her and properly apologise for overhearing their conversation yesterday, he started looking for her in more obvious places. Like the Great Hall, the Courtyard and even The Black Lake, where more introverted students would relax but Y/n had been in none of those places. Remus was starting to lose hope, so he decided to go to the library planning on looking into a spell that would help them with their upcoming prank. Remus grabbed a few random spell books before residing in the back of the library where, on a good day, there weren't any people there. Unfortunately for Remus this was not a good day, sitting at his usual table was a girl, he couldn't make out much of her only the back of her head. He had planned on walking away and looking for a different seat before he noticed the finger adorned with a dark green gem. Sitting at his usual spot in the library, far away from people to have enough privacy was the girl he had spent his morning looking for.

So he mustered up enough courage to approach the Slytherin girl "Excuse me, Y/n" the mentioned girl shot her head up from her book as she seemed startled, Remus's eyes widened, hands slowly came up in front of him "sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I just wanted to come and apologise about yesterday…" "and to see how you are doing" he managed to stutter out as the girl reclaimed her composure. The girl let out a mean scoff at his words, not believing the words he was saying. "I don't care and it doesn't matter, it's not like you know anything besides what you eavesdropped on" she was so rude, though Remus had a feeling it was only to push him away. "Actually Sirius told me everything" he looked straight to the ground as your face grew harsh "of course he did, can't keep his mouth shut for a second". Remus moved to sit down next to the girl, "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry about what's happening" Y/n seemed confused at his words "why in Merlin's name would you be sorry?" she seemed to shrink in on herself as she asked. "Well, because I know how much this is killing Sirius, and I know you don't want this either" Y/n scoffed at him "it doesn't matter what I want, this is how my family has been for generations, they never get married for love". She looked down at the table, tears pricking her eyes "but that doesn't mean you deserve this" Remus put a soft hand on the girl's shoulder, her eyes shooting up to meet him as he did so.

Remus knew all too well what the look in Y/n's eyes meant. It was the same look Sirius used to give him when Remus tried to comfort him in their early years, the same look that begs for the pity to stop. It was all too overwhelming for Y/n, the burning behind her eyes as she tried so hard to not let tears fall, the sad look in Remus's eyes as he stared down at her, trying to make her feel better with his useless words. Comfort never felt good for Y/n, it always felt too demeaning, as if behind the caring facade people were really just making fun of her, it made her feel weak. "Thanks, I guess" after that Y/n rushed out of the library.

~timeskip~

Monday had finally arrived, the day the Marauders could pull off their prank on Snape. They had found the perfect spell, a sort of transfiguration spell that would last an entire day and couldn't be reversed, it was perfect. There was 15 minutes before the first class started when they found Snape, he was with a few other Slytherin students in a busy corridor. They hid themselves behind a corner as James prepared to cast the spell, a small blue spark shot out travelling towards Snape. Unfortunately some had gotten in the way, having called out to the group of slytherin students who had stopped to turn around. Even more unfortunately the blue spark that was intended for Snape had hit none other than Regulus, he had made his way over to the group with Y/n, he moved too quickly to stop what was about to happen. As they were talking Regulus felt his large oversized Slytherin sweater start to shrink in size, changing itself into a cardigan style jumper. He started shifting uncomfortably, as his clothes grew tight. The others hadn't noticed until the boy's pants had started shrinking, forming into a pleated black skirt that reached the middle of his thigh. His socks also started to rise up his legs, changing into thigh high socks. They had all stopped talking, and Regulus had started looking around, his face violently red as he noticed how many people were staring at him.

In their shocked state the Marauders had no chance to duck behind the corned, Regulus had marched over anger burning in his grey eyes. "What the hell is your problem, it's the first day and you idiots pull this shit" he was very passed off, James had tried to stutter out a response though his eyes were stuck on the younger boy's outfit. "It wasn't meant for you Regulus, we were trying to hit Snape" Sirius shot out, annoyed that their prank had been ruined "Yes because that makes it so much better brother" the young boy's face started to lighten up, going back to its usual pale colour. James was completely stunned, he had a weird feeling form in the pit of his stomach, he deemed it to just be because he wasn't expecting to hit his best friend's younger brother. And it definitely wasn't because he thought that Regulus looked incredibly attractive in a skirt and thigh highs, though James couldn't tear his eyes off of him "if it makes you feel any better you sure do make a good girl" James blurted out, pulling out laughs from his three friends. Regulus felt his face burn up again as he looked away from James. He felt humiliated, "yes you're all absolutely hilarious" he wanted to get back at them, so he did in the only way he knew how. He leant closer to Sirius so the other boys wouldn't hear him, he wouldn't know but Remus could hear everything he was saying "just so you know brother, Y/n has been awfully close with that Crouch boy since we got back, you should keep an eye on your 'property'. If she fell for someone else mother would think you aren't putting in enough effort" Sirius had instantly stopped laughing, shooting his eyes from Regulus over to Y/n, where she had been talking closely to Barty Crouch Jr. The mentioned boy had laughed at something you said, putting an arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him. Regulus just smiled at the look on his brother's face, a sick sense of joy washing over him "I'm going to go and get changed now" Sirius rolled his eyes at his brother "yeah good luck with that" though Regulus seemed to ignore him. Sirius's eyes were stuck on Y/n for a few moments "Well that was a fail, let get the hell out of here" Peter had finally spoken, with that the boys had started to make their way to class.

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oh my god uncle natsuo i think i genuinely got hearts in my eyes i just know he is so wonderful and gentle

Touya opens the door to two familiar faces, one smiling, one glued to a phone, and almost shuts it again.

"You did not tell me Shouto was coming."

"Hi to you too, asshole." the teen doesn't even bother to look up from his phone.

Touya glances down at him. "Hi."

He turns back to the taller brother, blocking them both from entering his apartment."You did not tell me Shouto was coming."

"He wanted to come!"

"No, I didn't."

"I wanted him to hang out with us, okay?" Natsuo says, "He's our brother and-"

Touya falls into a squat, head buried in his hands with exacerbation. "Jesus fucking Christ, Natsuo. You picked the worst fucking day for this."

The white haired man tries to peek around him, brow furrowed in worry. This isn't a friendly visit- its a wellness check. Maybe even a lesson for Shouto. "Don't end up like Touya- don't burn out like Touya."

Touya resents that, but understands it. It's not like he's earned any trust.

"What did you do?"

"I need you both to promise me that you will not tell Enji about this." He lets his hand fall with a sigh, "Or mom."

"I would never willing talk to dad." Shouto replies immediately, tucking his phone away with excitement. At the same time, Natsuo goes pale with dread.

"Oh no, what have you done now?" Natsuo groans.

"Hey, I didn't do anything." Touya shoots on to his feet to defend himself. He holds his hands out to keep back his brothers- one looking on with concern, the other curiosity.

"I'm hoping it's a meth lab." Shouto says.

"Oh god, please tell me you weren't arrested again, oh please-" Natsuo begs.

"I didn't do anything!"

"Show us the meth lab, Touya."

"Oh god, is it drugs? Please tell me-"

"Both of you, shut the fuck up!" Touya's voice breaks with sudden volume, silencing his brothers-

but waking someone else.

A sharp sniffle, followed by a full on sob rings through the apartment behind then. It's high and tight, needy in the only way it knows how. The sound jolts both of the visiting brothers straight even Shouto's eyes wide with shock.

"Oh shit." Touya turns back inside, letting his family follow. The apartment is fairly clean, cleaner than most bachelor pads, but there's one distinct mess gathered in his living room. Bright pink clothes and half open packs of diapers are thrown around the base of a rinky-dinky baby bassinet. Tiny hands, reaching for nothing, are the only thing visible over the frilly lace sides until Touya plucks the infant from her bed.

"Holy shit." Both of his brother say in union.

"Did you steal a kid?" Natsuo blurts out.

"What?" Touya bounces the baby with one hand, patting her back the the other. Her whines have gotten softer now, replaced with only little mewls. "Fuck off, that's not my game. She's mine."

"Yours?"

"Mine! Like, she came out of my balls, mine!"

"I mean, she didn't technically come out of your balls-"

"This is why I didn't invite you, Shouto." Touya groans as he bounces from foot to foot, the baby's hair bright red against his black shirt. "Rei's my daughter, okay? That's why I invited you over- to meet my kid."

"Someone left you alone with a baby?" Shouto curls his lip in disgust.

Natsuo's demeanor immediately goes soft. "You named her after mom?"

"Yes and yes-" Touya snaps back and the baby's mewls get louder again, "You guys are so fucking ungrateful. I make you uncles to the coolest kid alive and all you do is rag on me."

"Can I- Can I hold her?" Natsuo asks sheepishly. He's always been a sucker for babies- that's why Touya invited him first. Start with the easy sibling. Work your way up from there.

Enji clearly is the last stop.

"Yeah, come 'ere." Touya holds his daughter out with a confidence he has not earned, cradling her into the nook of Natsuo's elbow, "Just don't let her head flop around too much. There. Like that."

Natsuo locks himself in place, letting the infant squirm in his firm grasp. His lips are pressed together into a thin, white line, fear evident in his eyes as her looks at her, but he melts the moment she starts cooing. Her chubby cheeks are blessed with spit and she starts blowing bubbles, gurgling with delight.

"She's so small. Look at her little hands, oh my god." Natsuo flashes his brightest smile, which quickly dims into a hollow expression, "Are you sure this is a good idea, Touya? You know, with your history? Is she gonna be safe?"

"I dunno," Touya replies, "But I'm sure as hell gonna try."

"And it's not like you can un-make a baby." Shouto chimes in.

"Yeah. That too."

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Midnight Blades {8}

Aemond Targaryen x princess!reader (Dark!themes) Summary: Messes and mistakes made in the heat of the moment come back to haunt you. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, murder, violence, dark!Aemond has returned, sexual threats WC: 2372

Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five || Part Six || Part Seven || Part Eight || Part Nine || Part Ten || Part Eleven || Part Twelve || Part Thirteen || Part Fourteen || Part Fifteen || Part Sixteen || Part Seventeen || Part Eighteen || Part Nineteen || Part Twenty ||

“Try to distract me as much as you please,” you growled across the table to where your husband sat, “but I will see my soldiers one way or another.”

You no longer had an appetite to break your fast and pushed the platter of cold carved meat away. Aemond dragged the plate to himself and piled it high onto a fresh loaf of bread and you couldn’t fathom where he put it all. 

“If I were trying to distract you, we would be in our chambers otherwise engaged in far more erotic activities instead of arguing. This is hardly an enjoyable part of my morning, no matter how often we repeat it.”

“Then escort me to the camp and we shall be done with this argument once and for all,” you countered, his lips pressing in a firm line and his knife threatening to bend under his grip. “The King is your brother, can you not petition for your wife?”

Aemond’s hand slammed the table, embedding the knife deep into the grain. “What my brother would ask in return for such a favour is not something I could give him.”

“What…” your words trailed off as you caught the haunted look in his eye. “Oh.”

“The people may believe I am the monster within these walls, but my mother and father protected Aegon from any such scrutiny.” 

Resisting the urge to press for more information, you mulled over what he had already given you as you nibbled on a cracker. After another helping of cold cuts, Aemond rose and narrowed his eye at the untouched food on your plate but kept his comments to himself, not wishing to invite himself to another argument so soon. 

“If you are not distracting me in the Keep, what is your plan for me today?” you asked as he pulled your chair out and offered his hand. 

“My sister has found herself without a companion for her walk through the gardens.”

You could surmise it was because the court ladies found the Queen quite strange and used any excuse to avoid the daily walks. It didn’t help that the Queen often stopped to collect all manner of strange creatures to converse with along the way. 

Aemond parted ways with an amused smirk and a sarcastic bow outside Helaena’s receiving room, the door doing nothing to dampen the loud cries of spoiled children fighting within. The guards seemed immune to the noise or at least accustomed to hearing it each day and you clenched your fist from giving their prince a vulgar gesture as he left. 

You would much rather spend the day training with him, or at least watching him spar with Ser Criston before retiring for the afternoon in the library. But, the opportunity to be alone with the Queen did have its own merits and you were planning to use it to your advantage.

“Look at the pretty sparrow,” Helaena drawled softly as she stared at the large Weirwood tree. “She’s building her nest.” You narrowed your eyes trying to spot the small bird but with the thick red leaves kept the branches from your sight. “Her children will fly too.”

You rolled your eyes at the obvious statement and plucked a blade of grass from where you sat. Wishing the sun to descend faster, you tried a different strategy and hoped to prompt a useful foretelling from the soothsayer. “As fascinating as bird life is, what news have you from the worms?”

Helaena frowned and the half dazed look in her eyes cleared with a shake of her head. “Worms can’t talk.”

“Of course not,” you muttered to yourself before noticing her cheeks turning pink. “It may be time to retire, your grace, Solaris is quite fierce today.” 

“You mustn’t mention the false gods here,” Helaena whispered as she looked around the empty garden before something she spied stole her fluttering attention. Darting off with a billow of her skirts, the Queen sashayed across the path, dancing to a song only she could hear and you hefted yourself from the ground to follow. Perhaps Ser Negan was correct. 

You were exhausted when you finally found yourself climbing the stairs back to your chambers. The hours had quickly passed after reuniting Helaena with her children, you had been enthralled by a tome filled with the history of the dragons and their riders. Such recounts had been destroyed during the purges in Essos so it was intriguing to find the succinct but seemingly accurate book at your fingertips.

It was only when the light grew too dim to continue reading, and the wall sconces couldn’t provide the necessary light, that you left. 

“What is this?” you asked Brinna. The whale bone corset that rested beside the dress prepared for the evening meal was an oddity, something that wasn’t generally worn in the Red Keep. You ran your fingers across the hard boning that aimed to hold the body into shape with a restrictive nature. 

“A gift from Alicent,” Brinna admitted, flinching as your lip curled. “It is to celebrate the Seven at the feast, tonight is for The Mother - after passing the full moon.”

The room lilted and your legs felt unsteady as you dropped the corset and rushed to the window, casting the curtains aside to see the waning moon glowing above the dark horizon, your hands shaking at the sight. Laughter drifted on the breeze from somewhere in the Keep but it felt like a personal message from the stars, that they had abandoned you.

“It can’t be.” Your throat constricted as you opened your trunk and found the linen strips ready and waiting for your monthly cycle. The clean rags taunted you as your mind raced through the last moon cycle and a string of expletives dark, enough to make Brinna blush, tumbled from your lips.

“Ah, I always wondered how ladies of the court spoke when unsupervised,” Aemond announced his arrival with an amused tone. 

“You fucking prick!” you hissed as you grabbed Midnight’s handle from inside the trunk and turned on him. “You and your fucking prick are to be removed from one another.”

The amused smile dropped at the acidic anger in your voice, his own fist curling around his dagger. “That time of the cycle is it, love? What have I done now? Pray tell.”

A scream of pure rage tore from your throat and you swore an echo of it thundered from the Dragon Pit far across the city. “I am with child, and to a fucking Targaryen.”

Aemond’s hand fell limp from the pommel and his lips parted, “Do not jest.”

“Do I look like I am jesting?” you asked as you pressed your blade to his throat, and he made no attempt at stopping you. “And, your meddling bitch of a mother already knows. I bet she was the one who tampered with my tea.” 

His eye flashed with hurt but it was quickly followed by anger and he wrapped his hand around your blade, unflinching as it cut his palm as he pulled it away and threw it at the brick wall. He closed the distance and caught your jaw in his bloody hand, squeezing your cheeks together and silencing your complaint as he spat,  “Lying bitch, I should have fucking chained you to the bed.”

He thought back to the nights you would often take tea, how you told him it was a herbal diffusion to aid with restful sleep, and he laughed humorlessly. It had not come from the maesters so he had not thought anything of it, he had even occasionally poured the steeped liquid into your cup and passed it to you. He felt like a fool.

He pushed your head away and your neck protested the shove but you let the rage blind you to the pain. “You propositioned me, Aemond! You forced this marriage upon me to breed me like a prized mare so you could have an army at your disposal, but there was no clause stating I could not take contraception.”

Aemond looked at Brinna who was trying to ease into the shadows but the movement only brought his attention to her and he unsheathed his sword. “If anything happens to our child, princess, I will have the city guard sweep through your beloved camp and bring me the head of every last soldier. For now, I shall take that of the one who delayed this.”

You couldn’t move fast enough and Midnight was too far away, the sapphire pommel shattered on the ground beside it. There was nothing you could do as he swung the long sword, severed Brinna’s head from her body. The wet thud turned your stomach and you trembled as her head came to a stop before you, the silent scream frozen on her terrified face.

Brinna’s blood seeped into the hem of your dress and you looked away as the metallic scent permeated the air, turning your blurred vision to Aemond as he wiped his blade clean on his cloak. “The people are right, you are the fucking monster in this place.”

“Don’t forget it, my love,” he sneered at you before sheathing his sword and throwing the door open to address the guards. “My wife is not to leave her chambers unless I permit it, understood?”

“Yes, Prince Aemond,” they answered, their eyes widening at the sight of Brinna’s body soiling the stone. “Shall we call for your mother?”

“No need,” Aemond growled as he stalked out of the room, “I am to have words with her now.”

“Eat,” Alicent begged, if begging was something she could do, mayhaps it was gentle ordering. “You must eat for the babe.”

The stone floor was still stained red from Brinna’s lifeblood, the stone that Alicent now stood with her hands gesturing to the table laden with food. The blood had filled the cracks and crevices so no matter how hard the maids scrubbed it would not erase the evidence of what transpired.

You turned your nose up at the food and returned to watching over the city from the bay window. “I will eat when I am no longer a prisoner.”

“You are a smart woman,” Alicent said with a tone that negated the compliment, “did you not think my son would find out your treachery?”

“Not that you give two shits, apologies, not that you truly care, but a child was inevitable.” You turned to face her as you closed the book on your lap. “Surely as a mother you could understand the want to save a child from this looming conflict, mothers and babes are but pawns to be used in the game of Kings and Queens. I would have done my duty, there was no need to tamper with my tea.”

Alicent’s brows pinched together and her lips parted twice before she gave a short laugh. “You think this was my fault? Good gracious, dear, you hold me in too high esteem. I did not know, suspected, but did not know for certain you were taking anything until my son came to me. Whatever the fault, it was not of my doing.”

“You gifted me a corset to hide a growing belly, you knew I was with child.”

Alicent shrugged and offered a small smile. “I make it my duty to know when a lady in my court is late for her cycle. It was a precautionary gift.”

The silence of the room only exasperated the thumping of your heart as you failed to sense the lie, or perhaps she was just that clever. Unwilling to let her see how affected you were, you busied your hands trying to find your last page and let her stand rigidly in place. After a moment she realised there was not going to be any headway made this day and turned to the door.

Your head whipped around as you heard raised voices on the other side and Alicent raced to intercept the brothers quarrelling in the hall. Discarding the book, your fingers curled around the blade tucked into your boot and prepared to face your husband for the first time since he had you locked away twelve sun cycles ago.

“She already has one Targaryen in her, what’s another?” Aegon asked callously, his words slurred. “Come now, brother, you owe me for opening your eyes to the pleasure a whore can give. You can repay me by sharing yours.”

Whatever response Aemond had for Aegon was too quiet to hear with the killing calm that you were familiar with but the thump on the door that followed made you both jump. Alicent tore the door open and Aegon stumbled through, falling to the floor at her feet as Aemond pushed past and knelt at his head. 

Aemond had forgone the control he used to keep tightly leased and you hated that your body reacted to him, even after making a prisoner of you. 

“Aegon!” Alicent gasped at the sight of her sons’ state. “Aemond!”

“I just want to have a little fun,” Aegon groaned. “It’s not like you're using her.”

Aemond ignored his mother and grabbed a handful of Aegon’s wild hair, turning the king’s head to face him. “King or not, brother or not, there will be no hole deep and dark enough for you to crawl to escape what I will do to you. She. Is. Mine.”

Click here for Part Nine.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for telling off my step-brother?

(Sorry for my possibly bad English, I'm learning)

I (18M) have lived with my step-brother (31M) and my sister in law (29F) for about a year, 2 years ago. They both had a child (5ish or so now, F).

For context, my step-brother got in a fight with my other step-brother (from my mother's side), and as far as I know, he never really tried to talk to our dad after and never bothered to visit, whilst also leaving out an unpaid debt at a university for an English pedagogy to my dad.

Well, after like 5 or 6 years of not talking, my dad decided to talk with my step-brother. They both forgave each other for what happened, but he didn't give a reason for disappearing.

A year or so later, my dad invited him to live with us so he could get a better job since he said that he hadn't gotten a job and that it was hard over at the city they were in. Even to the point he implied that they didn't have a great bed where they lived.

Once here, my step-brother didn't attempt to work much, and only did house chores except that one time he worked on a gaming store for approximately 2/2 months, but his spouse worked a 9 to 5 job that paid well, but only spent it on things for themselves and didn't help with any bills. My dad told him that he needed to tell his spouse that she needed to help us with something since we were starting to lose money, but as far as I'm aware (since I almost don't leave the house) that he didn't try.

This went on for approximately 10 months, and even worse; his spouse decided to get mad at my dad and my mother for telling her to help with the bills after we helped my brother and her to get two gaming computers, and didn't talk to any of us (or did so very passive-aggressively).

So, a month or so after that they both left. My step-brother told us that what had happened before wouldn't happen again and that I would always have a brother to rely on.

2 months after that he began to leave me on read for no discernable reason, and plain out blocked my dad for telling him that he needed the money he lent his spouse, I remember that on that night, I first heard my dad cry.

I was so mad that I sent him a message that pretty much said to him in a "very" respectful manner that he should go fuck himself for blocking my dad, though, I can't remember how much of it was actually insulting. I tried to make it not insulting, but I literally could not have done anything else.

What are these acronyms?

[lipglossanon]

Hi beautiful, can’t get this though out of my head I just- subby or mean leon doesn’t matter BOTH…

you play some random video game with him and randoms and he pretends he doesn't know you and tries to get your number and flirts with you the whole time or like changing his gamer tag similar to yours so you guys get caught (by random people of course not his friends we all know why hahhhhh) and then he gets you like so horny for him you end up giving him head under his table and the random people would be like “y’all alright?” “why is the girl not playing and just standing there” “she’s probably sucking him off” and then leon typing something but it ends up with so many typos like “nmh here” “shhe not pllyng cuz shes probnly im the bathroom” because his hands are so shaky…

Anon, I had to fan myself after reading this 🫣 🫣

“Hey, on your left, fuck dude.”

“Fuck you bro, I’m not even on that side.”

“Yeah that’s that chick, uhh whatser name, L8dBuG.”

“Hey where is she, I haven’t heard her talk in a while.”

Leon ignores the chatter coming over the headset, biting his lip so hard he’s surprised it’s not bleeding. A loud wet noise comes from under the desk as you lick and suck at his dripping cock.

“Sis, ‘m gonna cum,” he whines down at you, eyes fluttering hard to stay open.

“Mm keep playing your game baby brother,” you giggle, dragging your mouth down to kiss his balls before pulling them into your mouth.

“Fuck,” his head falls back but he turns his attention to the screen, hands fumbling at the keyboard.

“Yo, RPDeezNutz where the fuck are you?”

“Probably getting head from that chick, sounded like she was gagging for homeboy’s—“

“Here,” Leon’s voice cuts in, “had some connection issues.”

“Fucking finally, watch my 6, I’m headed to the other side.”

Leon mutes his mic as you swallow his cock as far as you can, gagging around the fat head when it kisses the back of your throat.

“I’m close,” he whispers, tears lining his lashes as he tries to keep from making any noise.

With a low groan, his hands jerk as he’s spilling into your mouth; your tongue kitten licks his tip as you swallow his load with a low moan.

“Damn, she must have some DSLs.”

“Sounded like it was fucking amazing.”

“Wish my girl would blow me while I’m gaming.”

To Leon’s utter mortification, he accidentally unmuted his mic but you stop him from swapping it back as you run your tongue all over his spent cock.

“Reminder to invite her to our next lobby.”

With all of their laughter ringing through the headset, you suck Leon’s half hard cock back into your mouth with a small laugh. Leon really makes sure he mutes himself this time.

“Y-you’re gonna stay down ther— oh fuck.”