#also went to a drag show Saturday and it was great

[xskyll]

Page 15, for the second time! Apologies to those that saw the version I posted last night with the typo. My days lately have been busy, so sometimes I feel a bit brain foggy. A couple of people left comments on either here or Twitter and it killed me to delete everything. ;_;

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[stevieschrodinger]

Link to Part One Part Two Part Three

TW Human trafficking discussions of injury

Steve feels like shit. He looks like shit. He’s pretty sure something might have straight up died in his mouth when he got that forty five minutes of sleep.

Everything looks good though. The fact that everyone else sprawled around the boardroom also looks like shit makes him feel a little better about himself. Well. Everyone but Nancy, obviously, who could probably walk out of a tornado and still look put together.

Steve only knows it’s morning because Carol just brought them all coffee. Carol does not come in out of hours. Steve learned that very, very early on. It was uncharacteristically nice of Carol to turn up with the little trolley from downstairs; it had a bunch of fruit and breakfast pastries on it, plus coffee.

She then proceeded to explain to Steve at great length how he looked and smelled like he’d been shit out by a bear, so, maybe she had motive. And that motive was being a bitch.

“Happy now, Steve?”

Steve’s got like, a whole bag of sand in each eye. Coarse, if they grade that kind of thing. Coarse sand. “Do you think we got everything?”

“I am confident that the team have done their utmost to pursue every avenue.”

“Nance, stop being a politician. That’s not a yes.”

She purses her lips at him in the way that she has, “can I have a word with you?” She scans the board room, “privately?”

Steve drags himself out of the chair, balancing one croissant on top of his coffee cup and grabbing a bear claw too, and then follows Nancy out and into a nearby office.

She doesn’t pull any punches, “I need to know how you know.”

Steve takes a big bite, then speaks with his mouthful, “can’t. NDA.”

She pinches the bridge of her nose, “and who, exactly, did you sign an NDA for?”

“The FBI.”

Nancy brings up her phone, showing Steve the screen. More precisely the headline on the screen, and Steve is thrilled that the picture they’ve used of Hagan is, objectively, fucking awful, “so Tommy Hagan was arrested last night, for Omega trafficking. When you walked into the office yesterday, oh so confident that everything relating to Hagan was going to tank…it was nearly ten full hours before this hit the news.”

Steve shrugs again, “N...D...A.”

They stare at each other for a long moment.

The door opens, Henderson’s baby face poking through. You would not in a million years think they guy was in his twenties, “Steve, morning! Sorry, I know it’s early…” Henderson seems to take in the state of Steve. Shirt rumpled, tie hanging loose, starting in on his second pastry, “but I kind of need to know why over a quarter of a million dollars was moved on Saturday, and where it went since it seemed to just...disappear?”

It takes, probably, less than a second for Nancy to leap to a conclusion like an Olympic fucking vaulter, and half a second longer for her to hit Steve with the file she’s holding.

“Er...not now, Dustin okay?” Steve manages to say, trying to shield his pastry and his coffee while Nancy gets it out of her system.

Dustin’s a smart kid, he watches Nancy slapping Steve with the papers...and just leaves.

She finally stops, pinching the bridge of her nose, and says very evenly, very quietly, “Steven Harrington, look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t buy an Omega.”

“NDA?” Steve replies quietly, uncertain, and then flinching when Nancy raises the folder again, “okay okay! Yes, yes I did. But! Under the FBI’s kind of...you know, instruction? I was evidence gathering! He’s at mine but I’m figuring out where his family are and I’ll take him back! It’s fine!”

“Why is he at yours?”

“They didn’t have anywhere for him, short notice, plus his feet are kind of messed up, from them like, hurting him. He’s been there a couple of years so doesn’t have anything, so I’ve ordered him some clothes and stuff. He’s fine.”

Nancy tilts her head, like a predator working out the distance they need to strike, “he’s...fine?”

Steve knows he’s fucked up. Nancy is using that tone. It’s...a very specific tone. “Err...yes?”

“You have an injured Omega, who has been held against his will, abused enough to be, at the very least, physically injured, never mind the emotional toll this whole thing may have taken...and he’s fine?”

Oh, no. She’s raised her eyebrow in that way she has. “I mean...yeah?” Nancy glares, and Steve backtracks, “I mean. Obviously he’s not...you know, perfectly okay, I guess. He’s been through a lot. But I made sure I fed him plenty, and he’s got some clean clothes on the bed. The bed in the room...I never actually...got around to showing him to...because I got, distracted. And it’s upstairs…” Steve can feel his insides sinking, “his feet are hurt. Shit.” Well fuck. Steve's...fucked up, probably quite badly now that he actually stops for thirty seconds to think about it.

Nancy sighs aggressively out her nose in that way she has, “Steve your security system is like fort fucking Knox, did you at least…”

But Steve’s already shaking his head, because he didn’t do that, either. He’s just...locked Eddie into a new prison. Shit.

He scrambles, feeling guilty, “I’ll give him some of the money. A lot of the money. Hagan’s...stuff. He can have the ranch?”

Nancy’s eyebrows shoot up into her hairline, “why on earth would he want the place he’s been kept prisoner for-”

Steve shrugs, “whatever he wants. He can bun it down if he likes, I’ll help. It’ll be like, therapy?”

Oh no, she gone from pinching her nose to rubbing that spot on her forehead, but then she seems to...deflate. Grasping Steve’s arm to hold him close, she actually speaks gently to him, which is, quite frankly, a million times more terrifying, “Steve. We’ve known each other a long time, now, so I say this with love. Money, wealth...is not the most important thing in life.” Steve opens his mouth to protest, but she shushes him, “I know. Alright, I know it can help, and it makes life a lot better for a lot of people...but giving people things does not...fix anything. Money is not an apology. Gifts are not an apology. And I know it’s hard for you to...see it differently, okay? Because you’ve always been very...driven, and that’s a good thing! I know how you grew up and how your father was with you and I know you feel you have...something to prove, okay, so I understand, I do. But...a lot of people put higher value on...just. I mean, maybe just go home. Say that you're sorry. Look after the Omega for a couple of days, make sure he gets home, okay? Maybe prioritize that, for a moment. You know the office will be fine...and maybe you’ll see that other things in life can have value, hmm?”

Part five

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[paradiseismine]

Late Night Talking - Trevor Spengler x Reader

Love note from Nina: Aaaand I’m back again with some more Finnie cuteness and filth, lovelies. My boy Trevor is way too underrated around here, so it’s about damn time we turn those tables.

Pairing: Trevor Spengler (Ghostbusters Afterlife/Frozen Empire) x f!reader

Warnings: mostly smut, but also some fluff. Also maybe this is kinda long (?) sorry not sorry etc

Summary: you visit the Spengler’s residence for a dinner party and end up having a lot more fun than you intended, if you know what I mean

Edit: part 2 here

Your mom and Mrs. Spengler had become best friends, all of a sudden - neither of them had had much luck on that when they moved to the city, but ever since they first met in a 7/11 a month ago, they were inseparable.

It was a Saturday evening, and your mom was dragging you along to Mrs. Spengler’s house, for a dinner party of some sort. You weren’t in the mood, but she seemed so happy to finally have a new friend, you just couldn’t say “no” to her.

So, all dressed up in a cute black dress and strap sandals, you rang the doorbell.

- Oh, hello - a tall lanky boy with messy black hair opened the door. - Good evening, Mrs. y/l/n… And you must be y/n, right?

You nodded, smiling sweetly, as your mom greeted the boy as well.

- Hi, Trevor! Your mom told me all about you - she said, giving him a warm hug after she handed you the huge cake tray she was holding.

It was pretty heavy - your mom wouldn’t show up to dine at someone’s house without bringing dessert - but you could manage to hold it.

- Callie, there you are! - she squealed as she hurried to meet Mrs. Spengler in the kitchen, leaving you and Trevor behind.

- She loves your mom - you said to Trevor, chuckling.

- My mom loves yours too - he chuckled. - Hey, can I help you with that? - he continued, gently taking the cake tray off of your hands.

- Thank you Trev, that was quite heavy - you said, relieved. - Should we bring that to the kitchen?

So you both put the cake in the fridge and helped your moms with everything - from setting the table to organizing the kitchen.

You had a great time eating and talking to Callie, Trevor and his sister, Phoebe. After dinner was over, the moms opened up a bottle of wine and sat on the living room to talk, while Phoebe went to her room to sleep.

That left you and Trevor alone in the kitchen, talking. It was already close to midnight, and by the laughs you could hear from the couch, you were not going to leave the Spengler’s home for a long time. Halloween was just around the corner, so you asked Trevor if he was into horror movies.

- Hm, kind of… - he responded, finishing his glass of soda. - I think they’re way too unrealistic sometimes.

- Ugh, wish I felt like that too… Movies like Poltergeist and The Conjuring totally freak me out. I’m just afraid of ghosts, I guess.

Trevor nearly choked, but you couldn’t understand why.

- Do you like slasher movies though? - he asked, trying to move on with the conversation.

- Yeah, I love them! - you answered, excitedly. - My favorite one is Friday The 13th!

- The first one?

- The best one, right?

- Absolutely - he laughed, then pointing to your moms in the living room - I think they’re gonna take a while there… Wanna go upstairs and watch a movie? It can be Friday the 13th if you want.

- Of course, I’d love that! - you said and walked over to the living room with him.

- Mom, Trevor and I are going upstairs to watch a movie, ok?

- Sure darlings, go there and befriend! - your mom agreed, her voice sounding a bit different already. Good thing you were driving.

You two went up the stairs to Trevor’s room, still talking about horror movies and your personal favorites; but you noticed he would talk just as excitedly about any subject. The conversation was light and comfortable. Trevor was so nice to talk to. He was also really good looking. Something about his lanky figure, dark hair and dark eyes really stood out to you.

Up in his room, you couldn’t help but walk around and notice the various objects he had in there.

- Whoa, do you like Arctic Monkeys?

- Their “AM” album is, like, most of my will to live. - he chuckled. - So yeah, I like them a bit.

- That’s an instant classic if I’ve ever seen one, right?

Turns out, you and Trev had A LOT in common. You were into the same movies, the same music and even the same places to hang out. He was working up the courage to ask you on a date already.

- So, uh… y/n, would you… would you like to go to that record store downtown with me… Sometime? It doesn’t have to be like a date or-

You put your index finger to his lips, and his eyes went wide.

- But can it be a date, though? - you whispered, your finger leaving his lips as you put your hand on his cheek.

- S-sure - he stuttered. He was much taller than you, even with the heels you were wearing.

- I would love to - you smiled, your hand still on his cheek. - I could talk with you all night if you’d let me.

- Me too - he smiled, putting his arm around your waist and leaning in a bit. - Y/n… can I-can I kiss you? Or does asking that totally ruin the mood?

- Of course you can! - you laughed. - C’mere.

You leaned in and your lips touched his, lightly. You touched your forehead to his and looked him in the eyes. He pulled you even closer by your waist and kissed you again, way more eagerly this time. His tongue asked for entrance and you permitted it, in pure ecstasy.

- Hm - he broke the kiss - maybe we could move this over there? - he said, his head pointing to an armchair on the corner of his room. You nodded, your lips parted and swollen from the kiss.

Trevor sat down on the armchair and you sat nearly on his lap, but sideways, so your butt was down on the armchair and your legs were all over his lap.

He put his hands on your bare knees and caressed them gently as you continued to kiss, more slowly than before. Your dress was a few inches above your knees. Nothing too modest or too slutty, but Trevor secretly wished you were wearing the sluttiest dress possible, just so he could feel you up without actually lifting up your dress and risking getting slapped across the face.

Little did he know you were craving that touch. You lightly guided his hands a bit further up your thighs, giving him the permission he wanted. To touch your soft skin and get intoxicated by you.

You kept kissing him passionately, your hands wandering from his cheek to his neck to his chest. You grabbed the collar of his T-shirt and pulled him even closer, wanting to savor him as much as you could. He let out a soft moan on your lips, so discreet you wouldn’t be able to hear it if you two weren’t all the way upstairs in his room.

Things were getting hot and heavy pretty quickly, but isn’t it always like that when you’re young? His hands were gently caressing your upper thighs for a minute, as if he was mentally debating a way to ask you to take off your dress, but gave up on that idea.

His slender fingers gently slid your panties to the side, only to meet your soaking wet pussy. You hissed and moaned in his mouth as he kissed you hungrily while slowly playing with your clit. His touch was so light, it made you ache for more; but at the same time, it was perfect. He continued for a couple minutes, your moans in his ear increasing. That had to be Trevor’s new favorite sound.

- Trev - you called, your voice faint and breathy. He looked into your eyes. His gaze was dark and full of lust. His swollen red lips were slightly parted, ugh, he was so beautiful… - If you keep going, I-I…

But you couldn’t finish that sentence. Your back arched and your mouth cracked open, your body completely taken by that orgasm. Your eyes were closed for most of the time, squeezed in pleasure, but when you peeked through them to look at Trevor’s face, he was grinning like the devil. He got you good and he knew he did.

- You’re so pretty - he said, mesmerized, his fingers still touching your pussy until you closed your legs and he realized you had ridden out of your orgasm. - and you look even prettier when you cum.

You sat there in his lap for a moment, head on his shoulder, resting a little from such an intense sensation. Trevor had quite a cocky smile plastered on his face, seeming proud of himself for making a pretty girl cum. For getting the chance to make a pretty girl cum and succeeding.

- Alright, so not only you’re all tall and handsome and stuff, but you also got magic hands? - you said, your hair ruffled and your voice breathy.

- Magic hands? Really? - he laughed.

- I’m serious. - you said, laughing with him. - But now I feel the need to… reciprocate, you know?

Trevor’s breathing quickened. You sat on his lap properly now, one leg to each side of his waist, straddling him while cupping his face for another round of passionate kissing.

His kisses found their way down to your neck, gently nipping on your skin, making you shiver and squirm. His fingers started toying with your dress’ straps until he felt confident enough to pull them down slowly.

The black lacy bra you were wearing underneath was beautiful, don’t get me wrong, but the sight of your breasts is what made his mouth water. With your dress already down to your waist, he put his arms around you to try and unhook your bra. As boys normally do, it took him a few tries, but he finally got it off of your body, his hands quickly covering your breasts again, fondling them.

Your skin was so soft and smelled so good, his kisses returned to your neck and continued their way down to your chest. Your nipples were so hard already, he simply had to take them in his mouth. One at a time, he licked and sucked gently, earning some pretty urgent moans. You knew you had to keep the volume down so your mothers wouldn’t hear you two, but that couldn’t stop you from moaning softly, just enough for him to hear. Your body was a feast and he had never been this hungry in his whole life.

- I-I thought it was my turn, Trevor - you said, softly, his lips still kissing the skin around your nipples and his hands groping your waist firmly. Damn, this boy was definitely going to drive you crazy.

Kissing his lips once again, you reached for the hem of his T-shirt and slowly pulled it upwards. He helped you take his shirt off, and his bare chest was surely a sight to be seen. Back to the kissing, your hands now wandered from his cheek, to his neck, to his chest, to his belly and…

- A-are you sure? - he asked, as you were about to touch his belt to unbuckle it. He didn’t want to pressure you into anything.

- I am pretty sure - you said with a smile, playfully kissing his nose. - Can I?

He nodded eagerly, so you unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled them down. Trevor just sat still and watched as your beautifully manicured nails were touching his belt, then his pants, then his underwear.

You knelt down in front of him, using a pillow under your knees for comfort, and pulled his body closer to the edge of the armchair. You kissed his lips one last time, then his neck, scratching his chest lightly with your long nails, causing him to moan and bite his lips to avoid making too much noise.

You kissed down his chest, your nails now scratching his waist, and finally got to his underwear.

- Can I pull these down too? - you said, your big eyes pleading.

- Yeah - he said, barely breathing. - Please.

You gave him a naughty smile and pulled down his boxers. It was impossible not to lick your lips at the sight of that cock. The perfect length, the perfect girth, and that perfect pinky tip begging to be sucked. So you did it.

You took Trevor into your mouth hungrily, as your mouth was already watering just by taking his underwear off. Your head was bobbing up and down his thick shaft, as he tried his best to hold back any louder moans.

Suddenly, he grabbed some of your hair in his right hand and pulled your mouth off of his dick gently.

- Did I hurt you? - you said, looking worried.

- No, no, princess - he answered, scared that he might’ve offended you. - It’s just… you’re so so good… and so pretty… I’m afraid I won’t last, you know?

- It’s ok babe - you reassured him, caressing his bare knee. - You pleasured me selflessly, and I’m doing the same. If you want to cum now, then do it. I’d love to get a taste…

Your mouth went right back to sucking on his dick, your both hands now also added into the mixture. After a minute or two, it was too much for him to take.

- Y/n - he called, softly. You looked him in the eyes, mouth still around his shaft. You knew what was going to happen next. - I just… Please, can I cum in your mouth?

- Mhm - you agreed, not slowing down or stopping anything you were doing.

Trevor let out a muffled groan as he came in your mouth. You swallowed his warm seed at once, gently licking his tip clean afterwards.

- Fuck, you’re a goddess - he said, his voice faint, his eyes rolling.

You laughed a little and wiped the corners of your mouth.

- And you’re a darling. I’m glad you could trust me.

- Y/n - your mom called out from downstairs. - Is the movie over already? I think we should get going…

- In a minute, mom - you yelled in response.

You turned back to Trevor as he handed you your bra and put his own shirt back on.

- I had a great time with you today, Trev. Hope we can hang out sometime.

- Of course, I’ll text you - he started - there are already so many places I thought we could go together… You might just be the best company for basically everything. Specially late night talking.

You grabbed his phone off his desk, typed in your number and handed him the phone. Realizing what you just did, he smiled and held out his hand so you would give him your phone and let him do the same.

After the exchange of phone numbers and a quick good night kiss, you two got downstairs and pretended nothing had happened.

- There you are - Callie said as she saw both of you. - What did you guys watch?

- Friday the 13th - Trevor lied for both of you. - It was her favorite horror movie, and one of my favorites too.

- Aw, how cute. I’m glad you guys are friends now - your mom said, grabbing her purse. - But those old slashers have some awkward sex scenes, don’t they? We heard their moaning from down here.

- Glad they make movies more gory and less sexually charged nowadays, right? - Callie agreed.

Your moms were drunk and probably wouldn’t remember much about tonight. Thankfully, ‘cause your face and Trevor’s got just as flushed as if you had spent the entire night sipping wine.

#finn wolfhard smut #finn wolfhard x reader #mike wheeler x reader #imagine #mike wheeler #miles fairchild #smut #trevor spengler

[essentiallyleaf]

day 12. praise kink. with. choerry.

944 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, idol x female reader, praise kink, pet names, public masturbation, oral sex, squirting, welcome to fluff central.

notes.

just trying something out. a permanent state of being at this point. exploratively, leaf.

It was the first time she tried ice skating, that day. A regular Saturday morning at the mall, wearing layers upon layers just to end up feeling way too hot. As regular as any day spent with Yerim can be. Her favorite part was when she was holding onto the barrier for dear life, but you managed to push her off of it a handful of times. Anytime you did, you helped her precarious balance by guiding her with your hands in hers, or on her waist. That was your favorite part.

“So, how was it? Did you like it?”

“I fell fourteen times, dude! I managed to fall as I was reaching for the cup of coffee you were giving me, and I was standing still! What do you think?” She said while laughing enthusiastically.

She didn’t like it at all, and she had the time of her life.

“I think you did great”

-

“How about you take me on a real date?”

“A what?”

“You know what they say about Paris…”

“That for each person there’s two rats?”

“That it’s the city of- wait, WHAT?”

She dragged you to a terrace bar in Montmartre, the sun was just setting, blues and oranges meeting on the roofs from the Sacré-Cœur down to the Louvre, giving the city a slightly wistful aura (it was hella expensive, but what isn’t, there? Plus, you’re okay splurging, if it’s for Yerim). It wasn’t sad, it was just cool, and dreamy. It was romantic. A postcard-worthy place to share your first kiss. It wasn’t for your first, but for your fourth that she asked a local to take a picture of it. It felt very awkward, both of you were laughing the whole time.

“Sorry if I taste like alcohol”

She usually doesn’t drink, so she felt really self-conscious about it. You found that endearing. The flavor had a deep cerise, leaning purple tint and resembled some kind of fruit, you couldn’t really pinpoint which.

“You taste like heaven”

-

You went to the lake together for a weekend trip in April. You convinced her to go on a hike on the first day (“You said there wouldn’t be any scary cliffs!” “Come on, it’s barely even a drop, you can do it! Just take my hand!” “You ugly liar!” “I am only one of those two, and you know which”; she always falls for stupid flirty lines like that), she was so tired at the end of it, so she decided that both of you would spend the next day relaxing. Relaxing ended up meaning hiding behind a large tree near the hotel and raising her cute white long flowery dress to her waist for you to finger her while your tongues met.

“You can stay silent while we do this, right?”

“Uhm…”

“Want a hand?”

“Yes, please…”

You put your other hand on her mouth and started sucking down her clavicle to her cleavage as you picked up the pace. She kept whimpering the whole time and even let a high pitched scream into your palm as she came. In the (very real) event that someone heard her, at least they had the decency to not show that.

“You did amazing, baby”

She really didn’t. Old couples kept looking sideways at the two of you for the rest of the day, and you had the feeling it wasn’t just because you were a lesbian couple in the conservative countryside. But you know she needed to hear that.

-

She likes putting make-up on even when she’s staying home; she says she finds it fun, at some point both of you silently acknowledged that she also just wants to look good for you. And God, does she look beautiful with that exaggerated orange-pink blush on her cheeks. Or, actually, maybe it was just the wine that gave her face that amazing glow. You couldn’t really tell, you also had your fair share of glasses. You also don’t remember much of what happened before that sexy blush-tinted face found itself between your legs and was hit by a couple of little squirts as Yerim brought you to orgasm only using her tongue. What you do remember, is that all you wanted after that was to reciprocate the favor.

“Thank you, thank you so much, baby,” you panted out. “So good for me, that was so good”

“Hehe~”

The time of her life. This time though, with that slutty make-up, girl cum dripping from her features, it looked lewd.

“Now just lay back on the couch and stay still, honey, you don’t have to do anything else, okay?”

“Okayy~”

“Nice and cozy, just be my good girl and relax, yeah?”

She could only moan back as soon as you started eating her out. You couldn’t just give up on talking altogether though, so you compensated for the lack of oral stimulation with your fingers anytime you detached your lips from her core.

“Are you close, sunshine?”

Her adorable little whiny noises answered for her.

“Then I need you to do one thing for me, hm? Just one thing. I need you to let it go and cum for me, don’t restrain, sweetie”

When she cums, it’s a hurricane. Of spasms, screams, and sprays of transparent liquid coming your way.

“Yes, baby, so good. Let it all out, my baby cherry.” That’s what she tasted like. “My perfect baby cherry. Come here”

You surrounded her in a warm embrace and covered the two of you with her oversized zip-up hoodie. As you kissed her blushed cheek, Yerim looked like she was already asleep.

“You did awesome, cherry girl. You are so perfect”

-

footnotes.

sorry for bad dialogue. cheesily, leaf.

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[mewhenimanangel]

old friend ౨ৎ eren jaeger

pairing: eren jaeger x reader

synopsis: you knew eren for most of your life - your mom having been friends with his for so many years. he was your best friend and you were his. until you weren’t

wc: 3.8k

content!: friends to lovers, swearing, smut, oral sex, piv, fluff

you knew eren for most of your life - your mom having been friends with his for so many years. so naturally as kids, you hung out all the time. play dates, sleepovers, baths, you went everywhere together. he was your best friend and you were his.

when you entered your adolescence, you grew apart a bit and began leading different lives and make different friends. when you got your first boyfriend, it sparked the first ever real argument between you and eren. he claimed you were leaving him in the dust but it was plain and clear that it was simply jealousy. you were still friends you just had different priorities, eventually eren was starring in a new tv show where he acted as the main character so you saw him less and less. it's not like he forgot about you but now he was thrown into the limelight and things changed.

during college, that's when things really dried out. you still had his number, both of you sending the occasional holiday greetings and birthday wishes. you attended and graduated from university, now landed a job in fashion pr. you had an apartment, nothing too crazy and a little on the smaller side but it was only you living there and it was decorated completely to your liking so you barely had any qualms.

it was saturday night and your friend, dayana, invited you to a bar down town. convincing you it would be fun and bribing you with a ride there, you agreed. you hopped out of the shower to moisturize your body before moving onto your makeup.

you got dressed into a black off shoulder top with a pair of bootcut jeans and black kitten heels. you got your purse and utilities, put them into your handbag and left your house. dayana was downstairs waiting in her car, cigarette in hand when she looked up to see you coming. she smiled and unlocked the doors to let you in the passenger seat.

"hey boo, you ready?" she asked, leaning over to give you a hug. "yeah let's go" you smiled, turning on your joint playlist.

you met dayana when she was your roommate in college and instantly connected. without her college would have sucked for you. you'd spent almost everyday together and did almost everything together, making the best memories. she always dragged you along to whatever function was going on. even though you would be skeptical you always had a great time. you'd led each other to make some not great choices but what's life if not making mistakes to learn from. you also led each other to a life of greatness and abundance, so there was a good balance.

you two were singing and chatting the whole way there, which took longer than necessary - thanks to la traffic. you unbuckled your seatbelt and got out of the car when dayana went to the bouncer to get the both of you in the building.

you got in and head straight for a seat in the corner. you got on the high chairs and ordered a plate of nachos and fries to share. you ordered a tray of mimosas and dayana ordered a few shots of pink whitney. "ugh i needed this" you sighed with a playful smile on your face that made dayana giggle.

you spent the night laughing and talking about your lives as if you don't update each other everyday. you were on your fifth drink, luckily the food helped you not feel the drunk as much. "oh my god, okay don't look now but that guy over there is staring so fucking hard at you" you leaned over to whisper to her. disregarding your instructions she whipped her head in the direction you spoke of and caught the guy's eye. he shot a smile her way and she sent a small wave before turning back to you.

"okay you literally don't listen" you giggled. "is he still looking?" she asked. you sent a subtle look over to him and he was still looking back at her. "yeah. he's cute you should go talk to him" you told her. "aw but i don't want to leave you alone" she frowned holding your hand. "no it's okay. plus he is really fine, better take your ass over there before i do" you joked. she rolled her eyes fondly and got down to straighten out her skirt. "i'll let you know how it goes" she smiled before grabbing her drink and walking over to his table.

you grabbed your own and walked over to the bar to order more. "hey, can i get a shot of bloody mary" you told the bartender, before sipping on your almost done drink. he shortly after pushed the drink in front of you and you tilted your head back slightly to gulp it down. "can i get another one? thank you" you smiled.

you went on your phone for a bit before you heard your name being called. you looked over your shoulder to see eren - his hair was cut and slightly curly in the right places, he wore a plain black shirt under a black carhartt jacket with jeans that were a little baggy and adidas. "oh my gosh, hii" you smiled, getting up to give him a hug. he gladly returned it engulfing your body in a bear hug, arms around your torso.

"what are you doing here?" he asked, sitting down with you. "oh i'm here with my friend dayana" you pointed in the direction of the blonde now very obviously flirting with the man from before. "oh cool cool. well how you been? its been forever" he asked. "um i've been pretty good. i have a nice job and i got a cute little apartment in westwood" you told him. "alright nice, m'happy for you" he nudged your shoulder.

he waved the bartender over to order a jagerbomb. "you still drink those?" you furrowed your eyebrows at the memory of him getting blackout drunk from those when you were teenagers. "duh, they're good. plus they're literally named after me." "yeah i don't think so" you giggled. and he smiled, the smile you haven't seen in person in a few years the smile that you missed so dearly. "so what's been up with you? i finished attack on titan by the way" you said.

"really? what'd you think?" he asked, getting excited. "oh my god so good, i literally sobbed at the ending like oh my god" you put your hand to your chest. "right? i cried reading the script" he chuckled. "anyways i've been alright, doing stuff here and there you know. after we wrapped i've been on a bit of a break" he told you. "yeah well you're still everywhere on my feed" you joked. "yeah? do i at least look good" he asked. "great" you laughed.

"so, are you seeing anybody?" he asked, taking a shot. "not really, just sex and whatever. nothing serious" you answered. he nod his head and now it was your turn to ask. "what about you? what's been going on with you and salem?" you asked, referring to the headlines you'd read about him 'spotted' with a model. "nothing actually, just publicity. she's not really my type. but since we were in that shoot together, managers thought it'd be good" he told you. you nod your head.

"mm cool" you smiled and he gave you a look you couldn't decipher. you felt a tap on your shoulder and looked to see dayana with the guy on her arm. "think i'm gonna head out" she gave you a teasing smirk. "will you be okay here?" she asked. you looked over at eren before answering "uh yeah, just catching up. this is eren by the way" you introduced him. "hi, i'm dayana" she smiled. "anyways i've got to go. y/n can you close the tab for me, i'll pay back tomorrow" she asked. "yeah. stay safe, have fun" you winked at her. "oh girl i will" she smirked, walking away with her guy.

"she seems nice" he smiled at you. "she is. i love her" you sipped on your drink. "oh by the way i can drop you home. or you can come back to my house if you want." he offered. you thought it over for a second before answering "yeah, that sounds nice." you smiled.

you talked more at the bar before deciding it was enough alcohol if eren was to be driving home. you closed the tab and handed the bar tender your credit card before getting up with eren. "won't your friends or whoever miss you?" you asked him. "no they're good. come on, car's down this way" he said, grabbing your hand. he led you down the road to a black bmw parked by the sidewalk.

you got in the passenger seat and he drove in the direction of his house. it was a gorgeous two story house with even more gorgeous landscaping. "armin lives here too, that's why the lawn looks so nice" he unbuckled his seatbelt. "yeah cause i knew damn well that could not be under your care" you laughed. "alright not too much"

he pulled out his keys and opened the front door that led into the living room. it was furnished with a large white sofa and a matching arm chair by the window, round wooden coffee table in the middle of the room. you looked around more at the decor before following eren into the kitchen. "it is so nice here oh my god. where's armin? i wanna say hi" you said. "oh he's not here right now, he's in greece with his dad" he told you. "oh that's so cool, i'd love to go to greece" you said, before opening your phone to text dayana where you were.

"do you want anything?" he asked, opening the fridge. "um just some water, had a little too much tonight it's catching up to me" you laughed. he grabbed a cold water bottle from the fridge and put it down in front of you. "you hungry or anything? want a cookie?" he asked opening the container that was filled with chocolate chip cookies. you grabbed one and took a bite "mmm did you make these?" you asked him. "nah they're from the grocery store. but armin makes me put them in that container so it looks nicer in the kitchen. he's a real bitch about his aesthetics" he laughed, making you laugh.

he sat down next to you and took a sip from the water he gave you. "i missed you, by the way" you whispered. "i missed you too like a lot. i should've reached out more just been busy." he said. "no it's okay, phone works both ways you know." you nudged his shoulder. neither of you said anything for a while, relishing in the comfortable silence. "remember when we got into a huge fight because of isaiah" you brought up with a giggle. "ugh how could i forget, fucking hated that guy." he scoffed.

"yeah and you were right to" you sighed, remembering the turmoil he'd put you through in junior year. "always am" he shrugged. "i had a little crush on you actually, that's why i was so upset" he admitted with a laugh to brush it off. your head snapped toward him. "really??" you asked, finishing the cookie he gave you. "yeah i thought that was obvious, felt pretty obvious to me" you nod your head. "i think i had a crush on you too, like afterwards. but then you know we drifted apart and whatever" you shrugged.

"hmm well, back together now" he smiled, taking a sip. "yeah guess we are." you smiled back. "do you still like me?" he asked out of nowhere. suddenly you got all awkward and shy, it was showing by the way you twisted your face. "i don't know" you giggled. "i do." he said. you now turned to look him in the face to see if he was playing around or not but he looked serious.

"are you joking?" you furrowed your eyebrows. "i'm not, i'm serious. you don't even know how bad i've missed you." he pushed a curl out of your face. "then why didn't you say anything" you sighed. "i thought you got tired of me." he was rubbing his thumb along your jaw, not breaking eye contact. "i could never, i thought you got tired of me"

"never" he chuckled. you stayed like that for a moment before he asked "can i kiss you?" you nod your head and leaned in to press your lips against his in a needy kiss, arms immediately around his neck. "wait, are you still drunk?" he pulled away. "sober enough to know i want this" you answered finding his mouth again. he pulled you onto his lap, soft hands rubbing against your thighs. "god i can't believe we've never done this" he said. "then let's make up for lost time" you smirked, moving to kiss on his neck.

he let out a soft groan feeling your soft lips on the skin of his neck. you pushed your hand up underneath his shirt, rubbing a hand over his toned abs. you could feel him getting hard underneath you and whined your hips across his lap, the friction of your jeans rubbing on your crotch turned you on. "fuck okay we're not doing this here" he sighed, getting up from underneath you. you furrowed your eyebrows before he picked you up high in his arms and spun in the direction of the stairs making you giggle.

he moved up the stairs at he pressed kisses along your exposed shoulders. he opened a door to what you assumed was his room and moved to rest you on the bed. he leaned down to turn on his lamp and threw off his jacket. you kicked off your heels and got on your knees to crawl to the edge of the bed.

you reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, ogling his abs and v-line that led down to his dick hidden under his boxers. "you got so muscly" you said, feeling him up. "had to" he smirked.

he kissed you again, now rushed and sloppy, gripping the skin of your ass. he laid you back down on the bed, hovering over you. he let go slowly biting your swollen lips before he lined kisses down your neck, sucking and leaving bruises along your collarbone and the top of your breasts. he reveled in the soft moans he managed to get out of you, sounding so angelic.

he lifted your shirt off you staring at your bare tits. he brushed over your nipple with the pads of his thumb, squeezing it. he put a nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking on it while his hand groped at its twin. you squirmed around letting out soft moans of pleasure. "you like getting your tits played with?" he smirked. you bit your lips and nod your head.

he got on his knees off you and and unbuttoned your jeans, tugging them down, lifting your hips to help him. "is it alright if i touch you here, princess" he asked, resting a thumb on your mons. "mhm" you mumbled with a smile.

through your panties, he pressed his thumb on your clit drawing out small whimpers from you. he moved his fingers down your clothed slit, cocky smirk on his face "jesus baby these are soaked" he chuckled. "eren please" you whimpered. "please what? tell me what you want" he continued rubbing you through your panties. "want you to go down on me" you whispered. he hooked his fingers through the waistband and tugged them down. suddenly shy, you squeezed your legs together to cover yourself.

"don't hide from me, you're fucking gorgeous" he got down between your legs, resting them on his shoulders, lining kisses down them. he stopped just before your entrance, sucking on your thighs leaving marks. he sucked and licked on your clit like he hadn't eaten in days, he was sloppy with it but still mindful making sure you came.

he worked his tongue over your slit while continuing to suck on your folds. "eren! oh my god" you cried out, closing your eyes and looking away. "ah-ah look at me baby" he whispered. you followed his instructions but the eye contact and the stimulation was sending you over the edge. he pinched the skin on your ass to get you to look back at him.

"fuck ren im so close!" you whined. he just continued working his tongue over you while your rode your hips against his face and tangled your hand through his hair. you felt the familiar sensation in your lower body that let you know you were about to cum.

seconds later you were sighing in relief as eren lapped up every last drop from your cunt. "you still good, baby?" he asked, pushing his middle and ring finger past your folds, reaching further than yours ever could. "so good" you whined. he curled them inside you, rubbing against your walls, hitting the perfect spots inside you.

"god you're fingers feel so good" you moaned. "i'm gonna cum again, eren. mmm feels so good" you whimpered. "cum on these fingers baby" he leaned down and kissed you, tongue immediately in your mouth. you bit his lip feeling yourself reach climax and moaned into his mouth as your cum pooled around his fingers. he leaned up to suck your essence off him before pulling his jeans off and grabbing a condom from his nightstand.

he eased his boxers down off his hips and dick sprung out from the waistband. it looked about seven inches, tip the same pink as his lips and cut. he pushed the condom down his length and hovered on top of you, your arms finding their place around his neck bringing him closer. he lined his tip up with your hole and gently pushed himself inside you. he was stretching you out so good, the pain mixed with the pleasure was driving you crazy.

he was taking his time but you needed more "ren, fuck me harder please" you groaned. he followed orders and spread your legs further, pushing himself deeper inside you. he moved at a faster pace, hands squeezing tightly around your hips. "god y/n you're milking me dry" he whimpered. his dick hit your g spot so right you weren't sure how much longer you would last. when he put his hand on your tit, squeezing and tugging at your nipple your chest arched into his hand.

he moved his thumb to your sensitive clit rubbing slow circles over it, making you jump. "oh my god!" you wailed. "that my new name, princess? i like it" he said with a cocky grin on his face.

"you can give me another one right baby?" he asked, increasing the speed on your clit while he dug his hips into you. you only whined in response, quieting a moan. "don't. i wanna hear you" he moved your hand from over your mouth. "ren fuck i'm gonna cum, i'm so fucking close" "go ahead baby" was all he said and for the third time that time you came, face hot and chest heaving.

"good girl, knew you could give me one more" he leaned down to kiss your forehead before he felt himself close too. he continued pumping inside you, until he whimpered and groaned not breaking eye contact with you as he came too.

he flopped down in the bed next to you with a grin on his face. he reached a hand out to your cheek bringing you in for a gentle kiss. your legs entangled each other's and his arms wrapped around you bringing you closer as if to completely morph into you. "you okay?" he asked, rubbing a thumb over your cheek.

"yeah i'm okay" you smiled. "i'll be right back" he told you. he got up and pulled the condom off to throw it away before he put his boxers on and went out the room.

you heard his footsteps descend down the stairs before he came back with two glasses of water. you sat up in the bed and he handed you a cup. "thanks ren" you smiled, gulping it down.

he left the room again and went down the hallway. you heard water running for a bit before he came back into the room with a silly smile on his face. "what?" you furrowed your eyebrows. he didn't say anything he just picked your bare body up in his arms and carried you down the hall into his bathroom.

he had drawn a bath for you, lit with candles. "thanks to armin and his self care sundays i have these prepared" he said, arms secure around you. "this is so cute" you giggled before peppering his face in kisses.

he let you down and you slowly stepped in sinking into the bubbles. he leaned back on the counter and just watched you. "you're not getting in?" you asked him. "don't wanna disturb you" he shrugged. "it's your bath tub" you said back. "it's your bath" he retorted. "just get in the tub dummy" you rolled your eyes fondly.

he chuckled and pulled off his boxers throwing them into the hamper in the corner. you moved your knees up to your chest to make room for him in the tub as he eased in, sloshing the soap around. "m'getting flashbacks from when we were little. feel like my mom is about to yell at me for splashing" you joked.

you stayed in the tub giving each other full and detailed updates on how your lives have been since you were close. you stayed so long the bath began to run cold and that was your sign to wash up and get out.

eren stepped out of the tub and wrapped his towel around his waist before going to the closet to get a spare towel for you. you picked up your phone to see the time read 12:43 am. "hey um it's getting late, think i could get that ride home now?" you asked. "oh...i was thinking you could just stay here. i mean- i mean if you want."

you were having a good time and weren't ready to go home anyways so you agreed. he gave you one of his shirts and a pair of clean boxers to wear to bed before getting dressed himself. "are you sure though, don't wanna rob you of your bed" you hesitated. "plenty of room, now come here." he plopped down on the bed, beckoning you over.

you got under his comforters sneaking closer to him. he threw his arm over your waist and pulled you closer to him. "i'm so glad i ran into you tonight" he said, so close you could feel his breathing on your forehead. "yeah me too" you looked up. you entangled your legs between his, eyelids growing heavy. "i really don't want you out of my life again" he whispered, caressing your waist underneath his shirt.

#NIA WRITES ࿐ #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger #eren jaeger x black reader #attack on titan #eren jaeger smut #eren jeager fluff #alternate universe #modern setting #friends to lovers #black reader #eren jeager x you

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Dream has a favorite restaurant. That's not because the food is sooo good, Dream has food issues and prefers restaurants (one restaurant) that has a static menu, where he's assured that things will taste as he expects.

His sisters (& and even Desire) forced him to find a place where he could get at least 2 meals a week, that he didn’t have to cook for himself,,,,, since he can't cook and they were all worried he would die of malnutrition! 😝 They went around to all the eateries in his neighborhood and found this small diner that had the most things on their menu Dream could eat.

Dream didn’t know his diner hired a new chef. The only way he learned of it was that his standing Tuesday order, tasted different?!? The texture was the same, so Dream could still eat it, but the flavor in his first bite was different, unexpected, good enough to try a 2nd bite..... Dream has never eaten a meal as quickly, chasing the new flavor. It was really good. Dream had never.......it had to be a fluke. The same thing happened with his standing Thursday order and when he ordered something on Saturday. It was the most extraordinary thing. "Flavor," interesting, delicious, flavor had never been something Dream thought he would get to have. The new chef is amazing.

Hob loves his new job! He's finally cooking for a restaurant, not just prepping pieces; it's a small diner, but Hob gets to cook and zhuzh up some of the plainer offerings -- not too much, because he knows that diners have regulars who like what they like,,,,but he's gotten some good feedback on the spicing up of things.

And one of the other best things about the job is the tall, goth, eye candy that seems to frequent the diner every few days. Hob isn't sure what exactly he orders (and Hob hopes he likes Hob's cooking) but lately he seems to be coming in more ?!? ☺️ He's soo pretty Hob wants to offer to cook for him forever!

Cute cute cute!!!!

Hob takes great joy in cooking for everyone, but there's something rather special about Dream. Perhaps it's the fact that he always looks at the food in a critical, suspicious sort of way before he eats. Its incredibly endearing and Hob loves watching him through the glass door of the kitchen. Dream does seem to enjoy the food, but he never quite trusts it. Hob respects that about him. Especially when the recipe is one of Hob’s jazzed up classics.

They happen to meet while Hob is taking a delivery of local fruits and veggies. Dream summons up the courage to approach and talk to him about some of the ingredients - they spend about 10 minutes chatting while Hob enthuses about asparagus and Dream nods along, smiling the whole time. Dream reveals that he is a completely incompetent cook and that he's basically living off Hob’s food at this point, both at the diner and the leftovers that he brings home. Hob is thrilled - although slightly panicked because what if he can't come into work and Dream starves?!

Obviously he needs to drag Dream into the kitchen after hours, and at LEAST show him how to boil an egg. He's convinced that Dream is going to look adorable in an apron... maybe also covered in ingredients... that Hob can lick off him 👀

#the sandman #dreamling

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Hot neighbor Rumlow that you see in his yard like this one day. That's it. That's the ask 🥵💦

My lovely Lily,

You have so many great ideas roaming around inside that brain of yours and I love that you share those ideas with me and trust me to bring those ideas to life. So you wanted neighbor Rumlow? Here he is! I really hope you like it and thank you for always sending things/ideas to my inbox and for just being such a good friend ♥️♥️♥️

Hey, Neighbor

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Brock Rumlow x F! Reader

Warnings: None, really. A couple of swear words, fluff, some smooches, mentions of infidelity and divorce.

Word Count: 3.7K-ish

Summary: You’re newly single and start looking at your neighbor differently.

A/N: I don’t really have much else to say that I didn’t say above. Brock is fun to write for and even though she hasn’t read it yet, Lily said she’s already game for a part 2 🤣 I hope you like it!

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The early morning sun peeked through the very small opening in between your bedroom curtains. The warm rays beamed into your room, directly onto the foot of your bed where your dog, Beast, was sleeping peacefully.

It was Saturday and he seemed quite content that he also did not have to wake up early this morning however your internal clock never let you sleep in too much. Waking up with the sun was a lot better than being jolted awake by an alarm while it was still dark outside though so you reveled in the restful sleep you had last night.

You rolled over to look at your clock. It was 7:00 AM, birds were happily chirping outside your window, and you couldn’t wait to get up to do…nothing. It had been over a month since you had a free weekend and all you wanted to do today was relax, maybe start the new book you just bought, or just do whatever you felt like doing.

The house was quiet.

Since you finalized your divorce eight months ago, it had been very quiet but most of the time you didn’t mind. You thought maybe there was something wrong with you because you didn’t really have a problem being alone, sure there were times where you were lonely but you still didn’t mind being alone…maybe you actually preferred it.

You didn’t have any children so the divorce was quick and easy, he let you keep the house because he was moving in with his girlfriend, the one he was seeing while still married to you.

Yeah, that felt like a punch to the stomach. How could you not see it coming? Were you that blind? You thought you were happy together but it was all a lie, a lie that had dragged on for the past two years. It was humiliating and you felt like everyone knew he had been cheating on you except for you.

Even though they weren’t, you felt like everywhere you went people were looking at you, talking about you, and feeling sorry for you. But you were better off without him and you had everything you wanted right now.

You lived in a nice house, had a good job, friends, family, and your dog. What else did you need right now?

Coffee…coffee is what you needed.

“C’mon Beast…time to go outside, buddy. Let’s go.” You said, patting him on the head as he blinked his eyes and yawned, showing you all of his teeth.

After your divorce, you went to a local shelter because you wanted a dog for protection and companionship as you were now alone in your house.

When you walked in to where all of the kennels were, at first none of them felt like “the one” but as you moved toward the end of the rows of kennels, a young gray and white pitbull pushed his nose through the hole in the cage door and started wagging his tail, aggressively. Whimpering, he licked your fingers when you held them up to the kennel, he was such a sweet boy.

“What’s his story?” You had asked the employee.

“Not much to tell really, this guy has had a couple of homes but each owner said they didn’t really have the space for bigger dog like him and couldn’t give him the attention he needs.” They replied.

You had a decent size home and nice big yard for him to run around in so the decision was made that he was coming home with you and Beast smiled for the entire ride to his new home.

He did his little happy dance with his front paws before you opened the door and as soon as you opened it, he took off running for the very back of the yard where he did his business. As he sprinted back toward you, he stopped quickly in the middle of the yard to bring you his ball that he loved for you to throw for him.

The air was still slightly chilly as it brushed against your exposed skin. Your sleep clothes left little to the imagination, maybe you were still not fully awake yet, but you looked down and realized you were out in the middle of the yard in a thin strap tank top and shorts, with no bra on which of course is when your neighbor stepped outside to get onto his motorcycle.

You didn’t know what he did for a living but he was always out until crazy hours of the night or going in on weekends. You didn’t think he was a doctor; his wardrobe didn’t exactly scream “healthcare professional” but anything is possible. Dressed in all black wearing combat boots, he walked out of his side door with a scowl on his face and a furrowed brow.

His side door faced your yard and he actually did a double take when he saw you standing in the yard, half naked, playing with Beast so you gave him a little wave and a slight smile. He seemed a little flustered and quickly waved back but in an awkward manner.

His name was Brock Rumlow and had just come home from work the day you were moving into your house so he introduced himself to you and your then husband.

At the time, you didn’t really pay that much attention to what he looked like but now that you were single, you had noticed that Brock was quite handsome in a grouchy, angry sort of way.

Brock had dark brown hair, days old stubble on his face, and his eyes were a warm golden brown like the color of amber or whiskey. It was one of the first things you noticed about him when he introduced himself.

But you’ve had little interaction since besides the occasional “good morning” or a wave here and there. You felt yourself staring as he climbed on his bike and sped off down the street. You probably wouldn’t see him again today.

“Beast! Inside, now. Go on, time for your breakfast.” You said, holding the door open for him.

The temperature outside warmed up nicely since this morning and after cleaning for a little while, you decided you were finished with that for the day and were ready to relax with your book and a cup of tea. Part of the reason you bought your house was because it had a reading nook. You had always wanted one and you finally had one, it was your favorite place in the house.

With Beast asleep on the floor next to you and your tea resting on a little table behind your head, you were fully immersed in your book. Since it was such a nice day outside, you had opened the windows to get some fresh air and the curtains swayed as the cool breeze blew in through the screens.

You were so lost in the story, you almost didn’t hear Brock’s motorcycle pull back into his driveway. That’s strange. Usually when he left for the day, he was gone until sometime in the evening but you didn’t think much of it and went back to your book.

The reading nook faced Brock’s house and at one point you looked up from your book to rest your eyes and look out the window. To your surprise, when you looked up, Brock was standing in his driveway…and he was shirtless.

“Holy fuck.” You said out loud.

Oh shit…hopefully he didn’t hear you.

He was quite the specimen, warm tan skin, tight arm muscles and abs you could wash clothes on. How have you not seen this before? It couldn’t be the first time he’s been outside without a shirt but then again, he usually isn’t home during the daylight hours where you could see him clearly.

Beast picked his head up off of the floor as the words escaped your lips and he cocked his head to one side as he looked at you.

“Oh don’t look at me like that.” You said narrowing your eyes at him. “I didn’t know he was hiding that body underneath his clothes. How could I?”

You felt a little crazy talking to your dog like he was a person.

It looked like Brock was doing some stretching. Biting down on your thumb, you continued to stare out the window, hoping he was too far away for him to notice you gawking at him. With your thighs clenched together, you inched closer to the glass but you weren’t paying attention to how close to the glass you were.

Your forehead hit the glass with a slight “thud;” Brock looked up from his stretches and looked in your direction, thankfully you were quick enough to duck away from the window.

The pillow cradled your head as warmth rose to your cheeks and you watched as your book, resting on your chest, rose and fell with your nervous inhales and exhales. Beast had started to bark when he heard the thud against the glass. You tried to get him to stop by whisper yelling at him.

“Hey! Ssshhh, stop it! It’s just me!” You said.

Peeking out from behind the curtain, you saw Brock had gone back to his stretching. It looked like he was getting ready to go for a run. Beast finally stopped barking and Brock took off down the driveway.

You watched him until he was out of sight; finally, you could breathe easy but now you were wondering if he had noticed you watching him. You didn’t think so but it was still a possibility especially after the dog started to bark.

Maybe you were done reading for now.

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Since you had the entire day to yourself, you had the time to make your grandmother’s spaghetti sauce. You were the only one she trusted the recipe with and each time you made it, you reminisced about all the times you helped her make that sauce.

It would cook on the stove all day and your reward for helping her was she would give you a small bowl filled with sauce and a couple pieces of Italian bread for you to dip with. You would always get to have some before anyone else did, it was one of your favorite memories of her.

To get even more fresh air inside the house, you had opened the front door and kept the screen door shut plus Beast loved to sit in front of the door and watch people and cars go by.

While stirring the sauce, your back was toward the front door when Beast started to whine and scratch at the door. You figured he just saw another dog walk by; he loved to say hi to every person or animal that walked by the house.

He barked then scratched at the door so hard that he nudged it open and ran outside. You turned to see the screen door ajar and swaying back and forth.

“Shit! Beast! No!!” You shouted after him.

After you ran outside and down the driveway, you looked around for him and finally found him licking Brock’s face just past your mailbox.

“Oh my god, Brock I am so sorry! He just pushed the door open and ran out before I could stop him.” You said apologetically.

Brock was kneeling down next to Beast, gently patting his head.

“Oh that’s alright, doll. He’s a good boy, he just wanted to say hello. Didn’t ya boy?”

The smile on Brock’s face was probably the most genuine smile you’ve ever seen on him which made you smile.

“Well thank you for catching him for me.” You said.

You then did something very out of character. You had always been very shy and quiet but you liked Brock and you definitely couldn’t eat that sauce all by yourself. So even though it made you feel nauseous, you decided to ask him anyway.

“B-brock? W-would you like to come over for dinner tonight? I, well I made my grandmother’s spaghetti sauce and I forgot that it’s enough to feed a small army.” You said, struggling to get the words out.

He looked shocked and didn’t really know what to say, like it was the first time he’s ever been invited to dinner.

“Oh…thank you y/n, but I’m all sweaty from my run just now.” He said, politely.

You noticed the sweat glistening off his body and on his forehead. It was hard not to notice. He really was extremely handsome, especially when he smiled.

“Well you have plenty of time to shower and change. I’m not quite finished cooking yet.” You said.

Brock looked a little uneasy, almost like he didn’t want to hurt your feelings by telling you no. You finally felt ready enough to talk to another man in a way that’s not platonic and you were terrified that he was going to say no. And then to think you would be reminded of that rejection every time you saw him after that.

Glancing down at the ground, you thought maybe it would be easier if you didn’t look at him. Maybe you could keep the tears from stinging the back of your eyes but he surprised you with his answer.

“Well in that case, I’d love to, doll.” He said softly.

Butterflies formed in your stomach and the words that fell from your lips were a little shaky but you managed to get them out without stumbling too much.

“O-ok. Great! I’ll see you in about an hour then.” You said. “Come on, Beast. Let’s go, ya troublemaker.”

**********

Not wanting to look like you were trying too hard but still wanting to look put together, you put on a pair of jeans and changed from a white t-shirt to a black one in case the clumsy version of you decided to show up and get marinara sauce all over yourself. You kept the minimal makeup look you had on from earlier in the day and kept your hair back.

Brock knocked on your door exactly an hour later, Beast helped you greet him at the door by barking and wagging his tail. Brock had brought over a bottle of wine which was very sweet of him.

“Hi Brock…Beast, get down! I’m so sorry…oh, thank you for the wine. That’s very nice of you…BEAST, get down! I know you’re excited that someone else is in the house.” You said.

A slight smiled stretched across his lips as he looked at you with his honey colored eyes.

“I had a grandma once too…she taught me never to show up any place empty handed. I woulda got ya some flowers too but I only had an hour.” He said with a wink.

Brock was dressed almost exactly like you were. Black shirt and jeans but he was wearing black boots; he looked incredibly handsome.

He took one look at the dining room table and admitted to feeling a little underdressed. You had set the table nicely with placemats, cloth napkins, and candles. You didn’t think it was overly romantic but maybe he did and you were afraid you might scare him away but it didn’t.

“Do you need help with anything?” He asked.

You were caught completely off guard by that question. Your ex-husband didn’t help much with the cooking or anything, really.

“Oh! Thank you, I think I’m all set though. Actually, you can open the wine…let me just find the corkscrew.” You said.

**********

Surprisingly, Brock was very easy to talk to. The wine probably helped a little but you had a feeling that maybe he wasn’t as angry as he appeared to be sometimes. Eyebrows pulled together in a straight line, lips pressed together, the gruff raspy tone to his voice when he said “good morning…” maybe he just didn’t want people to know that he’s actually kind of sweet and soft.

“I’ll admit, I was a little surprised when I saw your ex movin’ out. I thought you two had a decent marriage.” Said Brock.

With raised eyebrows, you said, “Yeah well, I wasn’t having sex nearly as often as he was sooooooo.”

Brock looked surprised as you confessed your ex had cheated on you.

“Wait…he cheated on you?” He asked.

“Brock, I feel like everyone else knew except me, like everyone on the street was looking at me differently. I felt really ashamed.” You said with a hitch in your voice as you looked away from him.

Tears welled up in your eyes quicker than you anticipated and before you could prevent one from streaking down your cheek. It was slightly embarrassing because you didn’t know your neighbor all that well and now you were crying in front of him.

“Hey, hey y/n…it’s ok.” He said softly as he gently brushed the top of your hand with his calloused fingers. The rasp in his voice was so sexy. “If it makes you feel any better, I had no idea and I doubt anyone else knew either. Plus…just…well, fuck that guy.”

You weren’t expecting him to say that; it caught you off guard and you let out a little laugh.

“Ya know what? You’re right…fuck that guy!” You exclaimed with a wide smile.

The two of you finished the bottle of wine and Brock insisted on doing the dishes, he actually looked cute with the dish towel draped over his shoulder which, you couldn’t help but notice, was filling out that part of his shirt nicely. Was it the wine that was making you warm or was it him?

You continued to talk for a while longer before Brock got up to leave. You really didn’t want him to go though.

“In my line of work, they don’t really care that it’s Sunday. I have to get up early tomorrow.” He said.

Nodding your head, you replied. “Oh of course. I understand.”

You followed him over to the front door, he turned to face you, and said, “Thank you for this, y/n. It was really nice, haven’t had a home cooked meal in awhile so thank you again.”

Your bodies were close, sharing the same air and you could smell the wine on his lips as he spoke.

“You’re very welcome, Brock. I’m sure I’ll still be eating that sauce for days but thank you for trying to help me make a dent in it.” You said, nervously.

Your heart was beating so fast, you thought it was going to burst out of your chest. You knew your skin would be warm to the touch as your heart beat faster and faster.

“Well…goodnight y/n.” He whispered.

His warm breath brushed against your ear, the air between you felt thick, like you could cut it with a knife and you wanted him to kiss you so badly.

You replied. “Goodnight.”

He walked out and turned back once more to wave and smile at you.

Before you closed the door, Beast whimpered while staring out at the street. He was probably wondering where Brock went.

“He went home, buddy. He doesn’t live here, ya know.” You told him with a slight smile but in a disappointing tone.

As you closed the door, Beast whined again and you whispered, “I know, I wanted him to kiss me too.”

After your shower, you decided to read a little more. The lights in the house were dimmed, the only bright light in the room was your book light and you had only been reading for about 20 minutes when Beast let out a low growl. You looked down at him, his tail started to swish back and forth then started to whine.

“Ya know for a big bad pitbull, you whine a lot like a little baby. What is it?” You asked.

Immediately after you asked that question, there were three loud raps against your front door. Confused, you put your book down, threw the blanket off of your legs, and walked over to the front door. Beast followed you, wagging his tail.

Brock was leaning against the screen when you opened the front door.

“Hey doll, I uh…well, I forgot something.” He said, opening the screen and stepping inside.

You looked up at him, then looked back over at the dining room chair, still a little confused.

“Oh…I don’t remember you bringing a jack—“ You tried to say before he cut you off.

Brock’s lips collided with yours, as he closed the door behind him. Suddenly your back was against the wall, running your fingers through his thick brown hair, while your lips parted, giving his tongue access to your mouth.

He was a really good kisser.

Brock’s chest was pressed firmly against yours, so you were pinned in between him and the wall. He was so strong but it felt amazing to have your body pressed against his. He nipped at your jawline and peppered kisses up and down your neck while soft moans escaped your lips.

Beast stood on his hind legs and lunged toward you and Brock like he was missing out on something. He was whining.

Breathing heavily, you pulled away and smiled at Brock. Your cheeks were warm and you could feel how red they were.

“I think someone else wants a kiss.” You said. “Careful, he has a fast tongue.”

Brock bent down so he was level with Beast and he glanced up at you. “Yeah, he ain’t the only one.” He said with a wink.

You covered your eyes in embarrassment.

After giving Beast gentle pats to his head, Brock stood up and closed the gap between your bodies. He cupped your cheeks, leaned in, and kissed you again. These were gentle kisses, soft and sweet and his stubble lightly brushed against your skin.

It had been awhile since your lips had touched someone else’s, his kisses sent shivers down your spine and gave you butterflies in your stomach. These were feelings you haven’t had in a long time; you were nervous but willing to give it all another chance.

“Dinner at my place next time, doll?” He asked.

A sly smile stretched across your lips as you purred into his ear.

“Only if we can have dessert first…neighbor.”

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Sweet Dreams

Summary: You lose track of time showing Garreth around the Room of Requirement and end up staying out past curfew. The room provides a place for you to spend the night. Unfortunately, it only provides one bed.

HL events took place in sixth year for this story to age up the characters.

Garreth Weasley x F!MC

Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, 7th year, aged-up characters, one bed trope, wet dreams (including piv), fingering, oral sex (both male and female receiving)

Word count: 8737

You had decided to show Garreth the Room of Requirement. It only seemed right given that his aunt was the one who had shown it to you in the first place. Plus, you had to share the secret with someone or you were going to burst from the pressure of it. You were too busy to dwell on it last year, but now it was at the forefront of your mind. So, who better to pick to tell than your best friend? You ran back to the common room that cool Saturday morning after breakfast. Luckily, you found Garreth already waiting for you by the fireplace.

“I got your owl,” he said cheerfully. “What’s this secret you want to share?”

You gave him a conspiratorial look. “I can’t tell you here. Come on, I’ll show you,” you said.

There was an excited glint in his eyes, but there was also worry in them. “You’re not leading me into some spider’s nest the forbidden forest again, are you?”

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. It was one time, and he had never let it go. “No, but if you don’t want to come, you’re welcome to stay here,” you said.

“No, I want to come!” he insisted, looking even more afraid at the idea of being left out.

“Then let’s go,” you said rather petulantly. You were excited to finally show Garreth the room, and you had no patience for more delays.

You grabbed Garreth’s hand and dragged him out of the portrait hole. To Garreth’s dismay, you dropped his hand once you were standing in front of the fat lady’s portrait. You set off, practically speedwalking down the corridors. Garreth’s mind sped along with your steps as he tried to guess where you might be taking him and what your secret could be. His confusion grew as you ascended the astronomy tower.

You were grinning madly at him when you halted in front of an image of trolls. Both of you were panting a bit from the numerous stairs you had just ascended. Garreth’s eyes flitted around the tapestry, looking for some clue as to what you were up to.

“Prepare yourself,” you said ambiguously.

Garreth’s heart was racing even more than it had been from jogging up those steps. How was he supposed to prepare when he had no idea what was happening? As he had the thought, a noise behind him caught his attention. It sounded like metal scraping stone. He whirled around to see a door forming in the previously blank wall. He stared at it wide-eyed before glancing to you and back again.

You just smiled even wider at him. You grabbed his hand again and pulled him into the newly materialized room. Garreth was in awe as soon as he stepped inside. You showed him your plants, your loom, and each of the four vivaria. You spent hours playing with puffskeins, nifflers, and kneazles. You were especially amused when a niffler tried to nick a bottle of a glittering silver potion off of Garreth.

You introduced him to Highwing and Caligo, and you went for a flight around the indoor forest. Then you introduced him to Sepulchria and the other thestrals in the swamp vivarium. He couldn’t see them, but he enjoyed meeting them all the same. Sepulchria was rather fond of him, giving him a lick up the side of his head that made his already dishevelled hair stick up on end. You helped him smooth it back down.

You both missed lunch entirely, but you ran down to the Great Hall to wolf down dinner before rushing back to the Room of Requirement. You showed Garreth the beach vivarium, and his jaw nearly hit the sand when he saw the Lord of the Shore. After all the vivaria, you were ecstatic to show Garreth the other room.

“There’s more?” he asked in disbelief.

You nodded eagerly. You led him to the large room and directed his attention to your potions station in front of a large window. There were cabinets full of ingredients, all sorts of tools hanging on the wall, and multiple burners for cauldrons.

“You’re welcome to come use it whenever you like, of course,” you said, smiling at the way his face had lit up.

He glanced at you with his mouth agape before looking back to the station. “Oh, I could kiss you!” he declared.

Your cheeks flamed, and you were glad the ginger was busy staring at the potions supplies. With your blessing, he set to work on a concoction. He told you all about his latest experiment and the results of his prior trials as he brewed. Meanwhile, you lounged on a nearby sofa as you listened.

By the time he was done, it was well past curfew. He had lost track of time, and you had fallen asleep leaning your head on top of your arms, which rested on the arm of the sofa. Garreth shook your shoulder gently to wake you. “We should get back. I’m sorry to keep you out so late,” he said.

You yawned as you stretched out your arms and legs. “Hm? Oh, don’t worry about it. I think I’ve ignored curfew more than I’ve followed it, honestly,” you said.

“Well, I still don’t want you getting in trouble on my account,” he replied, keeping his worried expression.

You nodded in understanding as you sat up, trying to shake the groggy haze from your mind. “Well, we have three options: we can floo back to the common room, sneak there through the corridors, or spend the night here. The floo is rather loud, though, and if your aunt is in the common room when we return, I don’t think she’ll be pleased to see that we were out late together.”

His worried expression morphed into contemplation. “Right. So, we sneak back or stay here. Are there bedrooms here?”

Before you could answer, the room creaked as it altered itself. A new doorway appeared on the wall beside you. You chuckled. “I suppose there are now.”

“Brilliant! I can be a bit clumsy, so sneaking all the way back to Gryffindor Tower wouldn’t bode well for me.”

“Then sleepover it is!” you joked before hopping up off the couch.

You walked over and opened the door to find a single bedroom with one king-sized bed. You spun around and poked your head back out of the room, almost running into Garreth in the process. You scanned the outer room, looking for other doors. There was only the one. Garreth was confused by your behaviour until he peered into the room and saw the issue.

“I guess it really will be a sleepover,” you said.

“I-I can just sleep on a couch out here,” Garreth said. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

“Don’t be silly! That bed could fit four people, and they’d never even touch,” you said.

Garreth shifted nervously on his feet before relenting when you suggested you could just sneak back to the common room alone and let him have the room to himself. You both changed into the nightclothes the room had left hanging for you inside the new room. You changed in the bedroom, while Garreth stepped out to change. He knocked before re-entering to make sure you were decent.

You climbed into the bed on opposite sides. He made a very conscious effort not to leer at you in your sheer nightgown.

Once you were both under the covers, Garreth rolled onto his side to face you. “Today was amazing,” he said with a giddy smile. “Thank you for showing me all of this.”

You grinned back. “I’m excited you finally know,” you replied. “I’d been itching to show you since your aunt told me about this place.”

Knowing you had thought of him almost immediately made a warmth spread through Garreth’s chest. You were often the first person he thought of when he had a new idea for a potion or received good news. He was delighted that you seemed to feel similarly toward him – at least, in that regard. He had many other feelings toward you that he could only hope you might reciprocate one day.

You exchanged your goodnights and wishes for pleasant dreams. You fell asleep quickly, having already been asleep just a few minutes earlier. Garreth watched you peacefully for a few minutes before he felt drowsiness overtake him, as well.

Your wishes worked, because Garreth did have a pleasant dream. A very pleasant dream, in fact. The type he would never admit out loud and would feel a bit guilty for in the morning. Well, at least, he would feel guilty later in the morning when he would have to face you in the common room or at breakfast. First thing in the morning, he would usually cling to the lewd images of you that had filled his dreams as he worked toward his release in the relative privacy of the drawn curtains of his fourposter.

The dream had been particularly steamy that night. Sometimes his wet dreams consisted of you in arousing situations – skinny dipping in the Black Lake; wading in the prefect’s bathroom; or, on one occasion, brewing a potion naked. Other times, he got to be a more active participant in his dreams. The first time, he had dreamt of you two admitting your feelings for each other under a large oak tree before you climbed onto his lap, snogging him senseless as you ground your hips against him. He had proceeded to strip your top bare before palming your perfect breasts in both hands as you rutted yourself against his erection. A frequent favourite was bending you over one of the potions stations after Sharp had given you both detentions. One time, he had even dreamt it was your wedding night.

His dream as he slumbered in the Room of Requirement started out innocent enough. The two of you had gone on a trip to Hogsmeade. You browsed Zonko’s and ate your fill of treats from Honeydukes before walking hand-in-hand back toward the castle as the sun began to set. You decided you didn’t want to head back yet and pulled him off the path. You led him to a little meadow and pulled out a gingham blanket. You sat together, watching the sky turn shades of orange and pink.

Garreth stared at you for several moments before you noticed. You shoved his shoulder and told him to stop staring as you giggled at him. He was utterly infatuated with you. He said he refused to stop staring at something so beautiful, and his words made you blush.

“You really think I’m beautiful?” you asked.

“Gorgeous,” he replied as he brushed a few strands of hair out of your face.

You gave him a shy smile. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you said.

Garreth felt like his smile could split his face right in half as he stared into your eyes. He could see the same fire he felt burning in them. “I love you, MC” he admitted, taking one of your hands into his own.

Your own smile widened. “I love you too, Garreth,” you said.

Garreth leaned in, pulling you into a kiss with a gentle hand on the back of your neck. You kissed him back, quickly intensifying the kiss. You bit at his lip and ran your tongue over the marks your teeth had left to sooth them. Garreth moaned into the kiss in response as his free hand moved to your thigh. You pulled him on top of you as you lay back on the blanket. You tore at each other’s clothes until your shirts were open, exposing your chests. Your hands ran deliciously up and down Garreth’s torso. He kissed his way down your neck, along your collar bones, and down to your breasts. He took a perfect nipple into his mouth, suckling the flesh as you writhed in pleasure underneath him. He massaged your other breast, ensuring neither was neglected.

He trailed his other hand down your bare side before dipping it under the waistband of your skirt. He slid his hand into your undergarments, and his fingers swiped between your slick folds. You moaned his name and gripped his shoulders as he pressed his middle finger against you, rubbing along your slit. He focused his attention on the bundle of nerves at the top of it, rubbing light circles that set your hips twisting and bucking against his hand while your nails dug into his skin.

Your moans grew louder and more frequent as he quickly had you falling apart. You cried out in pleasure, clearly unbothered about the prospect of being discovered. You were too enraptured to care. One of your hands had begun stroking over the bulge in his trousers, teasing him into a state of aching hardness.

“Please,” you begged as you threw your head back and your back arched off the ground.

“What, darling? I’ll do anything for you,” he replied before kissing up your neck.

“I need you, Garreth. Need you inside of me,” you moaned out.

Garreth groaned at the request and your desperate tone. In a flash, he had your knickers pulled down to your ankles and then off entirely. He quickly undid his belt and pants. He pulled himself out of his own undergarment, gripping the base of his shaft as he dipped himself under your skirt. He slid the head of his penis along your slick centre, moaning at your warmth as he did. You both groaned as he slid slowly into you. You enveloped him perfectly, so warm and wet and tight around him. Being inside you was everything he ever hoped it would be. Garreth kissed you deeply before burying his face in your neck. He stayed nuzzled into you as he began thrusting in and out of you, relishing the feeling of each dive back into you.

After a bit, he pulled back and flipped up your skirt so he could watch himself sliding in and out of you. It was a breathtaking sight. You bucked your hips up in time with his thrusts. Garreth was all pants and moans as words failed him. He was pretty sure he had entirely forgotten how to speak, save for your name. You moaned out encouragements of “oh, yes” and “so good, Gar – you feel so good.” Garreth was enjoying savouring being inside you, but he knew both of your satisfaction would require a more demanding pace. So, he was pleased to hear your pleading voice say “harder.”

He gradually increased the speed and force of his thrusts, moving off of his hands to rest on his forearms, and, just as before, your gentle whimpers turned into unabashed cries of pleasure. This was the point in the dream where sleep began to elude Garreth. He was less than pleased to rejoin the waking world when there was a dream version of you that he could be ravishing. His face was pressed into his pillow as he let out a soft groan. You may have been imaginary, but how worked up his dream had gotten him was very real. He had been rutting himself against the mattress in his sleep, and he was just as achingly hard now as he had dreamt that he had been.

He clung to the image of his clock slipping in and out of your tight hole and the sound of your voice as you rasped his name. He had his eyes squeezed shut and his brows pinched together as he concentrated on the dream. He flipped onto his back, brushing a hand over his hard prick that was straining against his underwear and silky pyjamas. He didn’t even know why he had chosen to wear the damned things. He always slept just in his underwear. The answer to his half-hearted query entered his mind just a few moments too late. He had thrown off the blanket and pulled the garments down his thighs to free his cock. It was dripping with precum, and his hand started rapidly stroking it, quietly moaning out some rather unfortunate words at the feeling, when he remembered that he was neither in his own bed nor alone in the one he currently occupied.

You had awoken to the sound of Garreth’s soft moans. At first you thought it had been a holdover from your dreams. You occasionally had some vivid dreams about yourself and your best friend in rather compromising situations. Although you had just been dreaming about him, it had merely involved the two of you testing a new potion of his that made you float three feet off the ground. There was lots of laughing and uproar, but it had been decidedly free of moaning. You squinted through the bright light of the room to see the source of the noise on the other side of the bed. His face was buried in his pillow and his hips were rolling into the mattress as more quiet moans and mumbled words escaped his lips.

You were immediately beet red. You didn’t know what to do. Your best friend was humping into the mattress less than a metre from you. He was clearly asleep. Should you wake him? Just leave the room and wait for him to wake up on his own, pretending you hadn’t noticed when he emerges from the room? Should you do nothing and pretend you were still asleep until he wakes up?

The words came out before you could think to stop them. “Um, Gar?” you said. Waking him was objectively the worst option, but, in the moment, you were desperate to make his moans stop. They were setting a fire in your abdomen that had slick pooling between your legs at an alarming rate given the fact that you hadn’t even touched yourself.

Garreth stirred, groaning as he buried his face further into the pillow. You jolted in surprise when he suddenly flopped onto his back. You gaped at him as he threw off the duvet and pulled down his trousers to the middle of his thighs. His erection sprang free, and he immediately began pumping it furiously. You were in utter shock at the lewd display. You felt completely frozen, not even breathing, and you were fairly certain your heart had stopped, too. Any reaction you could have had was delayed until your body reanimated.

Garreth let out a louder moan as his hand worked himself with wet, obscene noises. “Fuck, yes! Mm, just like that, MC,” he groaned out.

“Garreth!” you had exclaimed almost simultaneously with him calling out your name, finally able to find your voice.

His eyes snapped open, and he ripped the blanket back over himself. “Merlin’s beard! When did you get here?” he exclaimed, though as soon as he asked the question, his mind had answered it as he recalled all of the previous day’s events. His whole freckled body was turning as red as his hair. He would have been rapidly softening from the embarrassment if you weren’t sat in bed next to him, wearing a thin nightgown and staring down at him with wide eyes and gently parted lips.

Your breathing was ragged, and Garreth couldn’t help watching for a moment at the way your chest heaved with the adrenaline. Your cheeks were scarlet, but it just made you look that much more attractive.

Garreth met your gaze sheepishly, hoping beyond hope that you hadn’t heard him just moan your name as he stroked himself. You looked like you’d seen a bogart. “I’m so sorry,” he rasped. His voice was roughened with sleep. “I know it’s still depraved, but I didn’t realize I wasn’t in my room. I really didn’t mean to…expose myself to you.”

Your brow had furrowed in confusion. “Were you…I mean, when you were…Were you thinking about me as you…you know?” you asked.

Fuck. Garreth wished the bed would swallow him up. He knew there was no chance you hadn’t heard him, but the confirmation was still mortifying. Garreth cleared his throat as he sat up, careful to keep the duvet covering his still bare lap. He felt humiliated sitting there with his trousers pulled down halfway and cock still throbbing in his lap as the cursed thing refused to calm down. He just nodded, unable to verbally admit to his transgression. The guilt was so much worse than normal now that you knew what he had been doing.

“I promise, it won’t ever happen again,” he said. He really did mean to try his best, too. He continued without thinking. “I just can’t help it sometimes, but I assure you that’s the last time.”

Your eyebrows raised. “You’ve done it before?” you asked, curiosity overpowering propriety.

Garreth’s eyes widened as he realized his inadvertent admission. “Not a lot,” he lied quickly, his gravelly voice cracking.

You narrowed your eyes at him accusingly. “Really? So, if I asked for a number…?” you teased. “I mean, I think I still have some of that veritaserum you gave me around here somewhere.”

“Please, don’t,” he whispered, a petrified look on his face.

You smirked. Garreth was certain you were revelling in his mortification, which he felt was deserved. In reality, you quite relished the idea that the boy touched himself to thoughts of you. You knew you shouldn’t, but you still did. You licked your lips before speaking. You caught the way Garreth’s gaze flicked to them as you did. Your eyes flashed with a wicked satisfaction. “You are a naughty boy, Garreth Weasley,” you said, tilting your head as you observed him.

His teeth sunk into his lip as he tried to fight the arousal stirred by your domineering tone.

“Do you have a crush on me?” you asked bluntly.

The amusement in your voice devastated him. You thought the idea laughable. He was too far gone to be able to endure your teasing. He could hear you now, taunting him about his “silly crush” on you. He hoped the truth would get you to show him some mercy. “I’ve been in love with you since the day we met,” he admitted.

Your smile disappeared as your mouth fell open. You just blinked at him for several seconds. “Are you being serious?” you asked.

“Yes, so, please, whatever joke you want to make…have the decency to make it behind my back instead of to my face,” he said.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his request. Garreth looked down at the bed as you laughed at him. This was already the worst Sunday of his life. You realized what he must be thinking about your reaction, and you reached out to grab his hand. He looked up at you with confusion.

“Why would I joke about your love for me, Gar?” you asked seriously.

His eyes searched yours nervously as he silently urged you to keep speaking.

You smiled. “I love you, too,” you said.

Now his jaw was the one to drop. “You…really?” he said. He shook his head as if he thought he might still be dreaming.

You bit back a smile as you nodded. Your eyes wandered over him, wanting to engrain this moment in your memory. You smirked slightly when they landed on the duvet piled in his lap. Garreth felt his cheeks burn anew. This certainly wasn’t how he had imagined admitting he was in love with you would go – you catching him with his trousers down.

Your burning gaze as your eyes returned to his sent a wave of arousal straight to his cock. He had to fight a moan at the thought that he had a very real chance of experiencing his fantasies with you outside of his dreams. Of course, he would let you set the pace. He still needed to ask you on a proper date, not just the friendly trips to Hogsmeade where he insisted on paying for your snacks. He always claimed it was repayment for the free butterbeers Sirona gave you two in return for you saving the highlands from Ranrok and Rookwood. It was just an excuse, though. Really, he didn’t know how you hadn’t realized he was in love with you before.

His thoughts were cut short as you crawled toward him on the bed. His breath hitched as your face hovered just a few centimetres from his. His hands fell limp as you gripped the duvet, slowly pulling it off of his lap. His erection sprang free, bouncing off of his abdomen before it settled. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked down at his firm manhood. Garreth’s heart was thundering in his chest. He was embarrassed at his re-exposure but incredibly turned on by the way you were looking at him.

Your tongue ran over your lips, wetting them before you spoke. You looked Garreth in his vibrant, green eyes. “Is that for me?” you asked.

“Godric, yes,” he said in a strangled voice. “I was dreaming about you all night. Then seeing you here in that flimsy nightgown…It’s maddening.”

You smirked at him before crashing your lips into his, anchoring yourself with a hand tangled in the hair on the back of his head and another on his cheek. A whine escaped Garreth’s lips as he kissed you back. He gripped your waist with both hands to keep them from straying elsewhere on your body. His needy fingers flexed roughly into you. The feel of your waist under his touch was turning him on even more. You let your hand glide from his cheek down to his chest. You began working the buttons of his shirt open, and he eagerly helped you, rapidly undoing the rest of them.

You trailed your hand over his bare chest, dragging your nails over his skin and through the ginger hairs. You slid your hand up to his shoulder, pushing his shirt off of it and leaving a trail of fire on Garreth’s skin. He shrugged out of his shirt entirely before lifting his hands up to cup your face. He kissed you with urgency, as if you might change your mind and dart off any second. His lips were soft as they slotted between yours, but he kissed your firmly. You nibbled at his lower lip, causing him to moan into your mouth. You ran your tongue across his lip, while it was still trapped between your teeth, before releasing it and diving your tongue into his mouth, instead. His tongue met yours in a warm embrace that had your desire growing exponentially.

You slid your hand down his torso and into his lap, gripping his length. He let out another, louder moan as you pumped him, letting his head tilt back in pleasure. You used your hand tangled in his hair to keep it at that angle as you kissed up his exposed neck. You focused extra attention on spots that made him whimper. His hips had begun bucking up as you worked his length in your hand. As you pulled back, Garreth took in your form. Your swollen lips, flush face, and barely hidden curves. “You’re so beautiful,” he said.

“Well, you’re very handsome,” you replied, flashing him a grin. You leaned back in to suck on a sensitive spot under his ear before moving to whisper into his ear. “And you’re incredibly sexy when you’re all worked up for me.”

Garreth groaned out. His hands ran up your thighs under your nightgown, cherishing the bare skin before your underwear. He resisted the urge to rip it right off of you. Instead, he decided to continue traveling up, over your smooth stomach to just under your breasts. You had sat up on your knees to allow the fabric to lift over your body as his hands travelled up, but he was certain of your permission when you let out a needy moan as his thumbs swiped your ribs. He inched his hands up over your breasts, cupping them in his palms and kneading the supple flesh. You both moaned as he felt you up – you at the electric shocks of pleasure his ministrations sent through you and him at the feeling of your breasts weighing heavy in his hands. He only wished he could see them, but he hardly had the coordination to strip you of your gown when your hand had his orgasm fast-approaching.

Each stroke of your hand was pushing him closer to the edge. His legs and abdomen tensed as the haze of desire overtook his mind. He groped haphazardly at your breasts, desperate for more of the intoxicating feel of them. “Fuck, you feel so good, MC,” he said.

“Mm, you feel good, Garreth. I love to feel how hard you get for me,” you replied before pressing your mouth to his in a sloppy kiss. “I want to make you feel so good. Want to make you come for me. Want to see your cum spilling out of you as you fall apart for me. Your big, thick cock pulsing for me. Gods, I bet you’d feel amazing inside of me – filling me up!”

He groaned as he teetered on the edge of no return. As you kissed him again, he fell off the cliff. “Mmph, fuck! I’m coming!” he said after breaking the kiss.

You looked down to see his white seed spurting out of him, splattering his torso and leaking down onto your hand. You kept going, milking him of everything he had until his hand shot down to still yours.

“Sorry,” you muttered, afraid you’d done something wrong.

He shook his head as he panted to catch his breath. “That was amazing. It’s just that it’s sensitive after,” he explained.

You nodded in understanding. “Noted for next time,” you said with a cheeky smile.

Next time. He liked the sound of that.

“Sorry to make a mess,” you said.

He chuckled. “I’m pretty sure I’m the one who made the mess,” he replied before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Well, yeah, but I made you make it,” you countered.

He just rolled his eyes playfully at you.

“I can help you clean up, though,” you offered before dipping your head down to his chest and licking some of his cum off his skin. It was surprisingly pleasant. It was salty but didn’t have a strong taste otherwise. Garreth moaned as he watched you swallow his seed.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he vowed.

You just smirked at him. He grabbed his wand off the bedside table and cleaned himself up with a wave of it. He pulled his undergarments back up over his hips but ditched his trousers. You gave him an offended look, but it melted away when he cupped your cheek in his hand. “You’re very sweet, and that was very hot, but I’m anxious to return the favour,” he said.

You quirked an eyebrow at him. “Yeah?” you asked.

He nodded eagerly before pulling you into a kiss. He gripped your hips as you kneeled next to him. He leaned into you before sliding his hands back over your ass. You moaned as his hands dug into your flesh. Garreth pulled back. “Wait,” he said. “Is there anywhere you don’t want me to touch?”

“Fuck, no,” you replied.

“Okay, but let me know if you don’t like something. I…I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, holding your gaze with worried eyes.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sweet Gryffindor. “I promise I’ll tell you,” you said.

He looked relieved. He crashed his lips back against yours before using his grip on your hips to pull you into his lap. You straddled him as his hands massaged your thighs and ass. He clearly wanted to take his time with you. Or perhaps he was just nervous, though he didn’t seem it from the way he was kissing you. He fisted the bottom of your nightgown and pulled back again. “Can I take this off?” he asked.

You nodded eagerly. He pulled the garment over your head in a swift motion before tossing it aside. You bit your lip anxiously as he took you in, sitting on his lap in just your knickers. “Fuck me,” he breathed, staring at you like he was in awe. “You’re stunning.”

You gave him a shy smile at the compliment. You didn’t really have self-esteem problems, but beauty was a matter of preference and you really wanted Garreth to like the way you looked. He dipped his head to capture one of your breasts in his mouth. He traced the tip of his tongue around your pebbled nipple before taking it into his mouth. He sucked on it and flicked his tongue over the peak, earning appreciative moans from you as you fisted a hand back into his hair.

As he suckled and massaged at your breasts, you unconsciously began rutting yourself in his lap, gripping his shoulder for support. Garreth smirked against your skin. In a flash, he shifted his weight and pinned you beneath him on the mattress.

“Whoa!” you said. “Fuck, I’ve never been manhandled like that before.”

“I have three older brothers. I learned to wrestle,” he replied with a cheeky smile and a wink. “I’m sure I could teach you a few moves sometime.”

“I might take you up on that,” you said earnestly. You grabbed his face and pulled it back to yours. You were far too turned on by his show of strength to keep chatting.

Garreth slid his tongue into your mouth as his hand slid down between the two of you and into your knickers. You let out a loud moan as his fingers rubbed through your soaked slit and then back up to your sensitive nub, making delicate circles. Garreth had made a breathy moan upon feeling how wet you were. “Fuck, you feel so good, darling,” he said.

“Shit. You f-feel amazing,” you gasped. You didn’t know what he did differently than you did on your own – whether it was the teasing, how wet you were, or a difference in pressure – but it felt so much more intense than the times you had touched yourself.

Garreth shifted so that he was lying beside you rather than directly on top. He continued his slow ministrations as he kissed your neck, face, and lips. You whimpered into his mouths as his fingers worked up a tension inside of you.

He kissed your temple, tasting the salty sweat on your skin. “Mm, I love the noises you make for me,” he said as he pressed his forehead against yours.

You just whimpered again in response. You felt ready to combust as you hovered near bliss but the tension in your abdomen refused to release. “Just a…a little faster, Gar,” you begged.

He was happy to oblige, and the quicker pace had you writhing and moaning uncontrollably. Garreth would have been happy to watch you in such a state all day. He lowered his mouth to your breast, teasing your nipple with his tongue. It was all too much to process. Your legs were shaking, and your abs contracted tightly.

“Fuck, Garreth! Oh! Like that!” you cried out. You were building quickly to your release and could hardly think let alone form real sentences. You couldn’t even warn him before the waves of pleasure racked over you. Your hips bucked against Garreth’s hand as your walls clenched around his fingers. He released your nipple and moved to kiss your lips again. You returned it hungrily as he brought you through your orgasm.

As you came down, Garreth’s fingers slowed but didn’t stop. Your hips jerked occasionally as he brushed over your overstimulated clit. Part of you wanted to tell him to stop – let you catch your breath and calm down. Another part wanted to let him carry you right through to another high.

“That was amazing,” Garreth said, before nuzzling into the side of your neck.

“I should say so,” you agreed between heavy breaths. Your face and chest were coated in sweat, and the air in the room was slowly cooling you off.

Regrettably, Garreth slowly removed his hand from your knickers and rested it on your hip, instead. He kissed along your neck, letting his tongue flick out to taste your skin here and there. “I love you,” he said, his voice slightly muffled from his position.

You ran your fingers through his curls and pressed a kiss into them. “I love you, too.”

Garreth propped himself up on his elbow to look down at you. “Did I…do okay?” he asked nervously.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the question after the euphoria you had just experienced. “You were marvellous,” you assured him before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lips.

He was smiling when you pulled back. “Good,” he said. “I wouldn’t want you to feel like you’re downgrading.”

You gave him a confused look. “Downgrading from what?” you asked.

He bit his lip as his gaze dropped to the bed. He shrugged. “Well, I wouldn’t know, but…you said you’d never been manhandled during before, so…”

You still stared at him with your brows furrowed together, trying to decipher what he meant. “Oh,” you said as it clicked. “Garreth, I just meant that generally. I wasn’t saying…I mean, I haven’t done this sort of thing before. Well, not…you know…with someone else.”

Garreth’s face turned red. “I’m an idiot,” he said as he collapsed down, burying his face back in the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry.”

You chuckled as you stroked his hair, attempting to soothe him. “It’s okay. I guess I’m flattered you think other people are wanting to…do stuff with me,” you joked.

He lifted his head to look at you. “Oh, I know they do,” he said bluntly.

You quirked an eyebrow at him.

He bit his lip and scrunched his nose as he realized his slip, hinting at the contents of private conversations. “I, um…” he stammered.

You held up a hand to stop him. “I don’t want to know,” you said.

He breathed a sigh of relief. “I promise I’m not just constantly talking to other guys about our lecherous desires for you.”

You laughed. “That’s probably good.”

He nodded in agreement.

You smiled at him. “You’re adorable, you know.” You kissed his nose before pushing him onto his back so you could snuggle against his chest. Garreth hummed contentedly as he wrapped his arms around you. You could hear the steady rhythm of his heart as your ear rested over it. You drew lazy shapes on his ribs with your index finger. “So, um, had you ever–?”

“No,” he said, interrupting your hesitant question. “Though, hopefully you asking means I didn’t seem totally clueless.”

You chuckled. You looked up to see him smirking down at you. You shuffled up the bed so your face was even with his. “I’m glad I got to experience that with you,” you said.

He smiled in earnest. “Me, too,” he said. He held your chin between his thumb and index finger and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “It was almost perfect.”

“‘Almost’?” you asked in mock offense. Perfect was an unreasonable standard, though you did feel a pang of hurt at him voicing his disappointment.

He bit his lip as a flush rose to his cheeks. He had such an earnest look in his eyes as he stared into yours that your demeanour immediately softened. “Well, I mean, I didn’t…” He took a deep breath before continuing. “I didn’t get to see you.”

He hooked his thumb in the waistband of your knickers as he spoke the last sentence. Your eyebrows rose, but you felt a rush of arousal as heat bloomed in your core again. You ran your tongue across your suddenly dry lips.

“That was my way of asking to see you,” he clarified when you didn’t respond. “I mean, if…if that’s okay.”

You had understood his query. You just couldn’t find words at the moment. You quickly nodded. Garreth smirked, and once again he had you pinned underneath him in an instant. You helped him remove your knickers as his lips latched onto your neck. He ran his hand up and down your side, palming your breast at one point and earning a quiet moan from you.

Garreth sat back on his heels slowly. He was teasing himself by drawing out your reveal. Your legs were parted to accommodate him between them. “You’re perfect,” he breathed out. He dragged his hand over to your core and stroked his thumb languidly along your slit. He moaned at the feeling of your slick skin as he smeared your arousal around your folds.

His touch drove you crazy. He didn’t rush to get to the end. He was relaxed, like petting a cat in front of a warm fire. Like he just enjoyed getting to feel you and would be content to for hours. The thought sounded like torture – but a very pleasurable sort. You were a mewling mess, writhing under his thumb as it rubbed slow circles on your clit. You muttered praises, telling him how good he felt and sighing his name. The only thing putting a damper on your experience was that he was much too far away as he sat on his knees between your thighs. You missed the heat of his body and easy access to his soft lips you’d had when he was pressed against you. You would forgive that, though, because he was so obviously enjoying his current vantage point.

In fact, you couldn’t help but notice his reformed erection tenting in his lap. You were distracted tracing your eyes along the contours when Garreth spoke. “Could I taste you?”

“I–What?” You were still half-dazed as you looked up at him.

“I, um…want to taste you. Here. If…if you’d like it, too,” he said much more anxiously this time and punctuating the word ‘here’ with a firm swipe of his thumb through your folds.

And he had claimed you would be the death of him. You had heard some of the older girls talk about experiencing such things last year. “That’d be amazing,” you said.

His nervous gaze gave way to a mischievous glint in his eye as he gave you a broad smile. He quickly shuffled into position, lying on his stomach between your legs. He placed his large hands on the insides of your thighs, pushing them further apart before he licked up your slit without preamble. He moaned at the taste of you, and you gasped at the vibrations he sent through you.

He pulled back. “Is that okay?” he asked worriedly.

“Yes,” you gasped, reaching down to grab a handful of his ginger locks. You resisted the urge to push his head back between your thighs as your core ached for his attention.

He smirked up at you before returning of his own accord. He licked a stripe along the same path as before, stopping at your clit. He flicked his tongue up and down over it, sending shocks of pleasure through you. Then he dove in, alternating sucking on the little nub and swirling his tongue over it. He moved his attention downward, fucking his tongue into you. You moaned out at the blissful intrusion. It made you eager to know what his hard length would feel like inside of you, though you didn’t voice that to him. You weren’t sure if you were fully ready for that yet.

Garreth experimented, as was his nature, paying careful attention to what you seemed to like best. Once he found a satisfactory rhythm, he quickly increased his pace. The slight burning in his jaw was well worth the utterly obscene sounds you were making. You kept an iron grip on the handful of his hair, stinging his scalp as you tugged the strands, but it was a good kind of pain.

Garreth’s hands had a vice-grip on your thighs, pinning you in place as your hips attempted to buck and jolt from the pleasure he was giving you. At one point, he nipped the inside of your thigh in a playful warning. “Behave, you,” he said light-heartedly. You really tried, but the command only drove you wilder.

His tongue was gentler than his fingers yet somehow more torturous – perhaps from the gruelling pace at which Garreth lapped at you. He released one of your thighs before sliding a finger carefully into you while his mouth focused back on your clit. You let out a needy moan. Having received a positive response, he slowly pumped his finger in and out of you. Your tired abs contracted tighter as he worked you with both his hand and his mouth. Your core clenched around Garreth’s finger as he arched it up inside of you.

“Fuck, that’s so sexy, love,” he said. “I love to feel your tight little hole around me.”

You moaned out at his words. He quickly returned his tongue to your nub. He moaned as you continued to clench around his finger, and the vibrations nearly did you in. “Fuck, I’m close,” you managed to groan out.

Garreth kept up his efforts enthusiastically, and you soon fell apart. The pleasure was overwhelming as it swallowed you. You tugged him harder against you as you ground your hips down on his face and fingers, calling out his name. Garreth pulled back panting when you finally released him. You felt a bit guilty as his chest heaved air into his lungs. “Godric’s heart!” he said, still out of breath but smiling wildly. “I nearly came along with you!”

Overcome with the desire to have your own turn with him, you launched yourself at him. You crashed your lips against his as you knocked him on his back – which you suspected he let you do, as there was a slight delay in his falling back onto the bed. His lips, chin, and even cheeks were all wet with your arousal. You moaned as you tasted yourself on him. You couldn’t help thinking he’d never looked more attractive than with his face glistening with your juices, having utterly ravaged you.

You kissed down his chest, eager for a taste of him, as well. Garreth grabbed your arm to make you pause. “You don’t have to,” he said seriously.

You gave him a grumpy look as you pulled out of his grasp. “Fair is fair. I should get to taste you, too,” you said.

“Only if you want to,” he said.

You moved further back, settling between his legs as you replied. “I want to fucking devour you whole, Gar. Try to stop me again for my sake, and I just might.” You nipped his thigh like he’d done to you for emphasis. Garreth groaned, throwing his head back into the pillow. You quickly rid him of his undergarment, letting his erection spring free. “Or maybe I’ll just leave you here all worked up. Tie up those handsome wrists so you can’t even relieve yourself.”

His head snapped back up as he stared at you in shock. “Please, no! I won’t interfere again. I promise,” he said.

You brought your lips close to his throbbing cock but made no contact. “You’ll let me take care of you, then?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He nodded desperately. “Yes,” he hissed. “Please.”

You licked his tip, and he let out a whimper. You swirled your tongue around it, kissed it, and lapped at the ridge between it and his shaft. Once his hips were writhing from the teasing, you took him into your mouth. He let out a shuttering moan as you enveloped him in wet heat. His hands fisted into the sheets as you bobbed your head. You grabbed one of his wrists and guided his hand into your hair, instead. He tangled his fingers into your hair obediently.

You were an expert on Garreth, but you were a novice at oral sex. So, you worked what you couldn’t fit of him in your mouth with your hand. It glided easily with how much of your saliva was coating him. You enjoyed the burn of his hand tugging at your hair, but you were glad he didn’t try to force you down further than you were able to comfortably take him.

Feeling the heat of your mouth around him made Garreth that much more desperate to experience being inside your dripping cunt. He groaned as the images from his dream crossed his mind again, picturing himself sliding in and out of you as you were stretched around him. He had to fight hard to keep his hips still. All he wanted to do was thrust them up into the warmth of your mouth. All the tension came to a head as you bobbed faster up and down on his prick. You hummed in approval of the moans and swears that tumbled out of Garreth’s mouth, and the sensation tipped him over the edge. “Shit, I’m gonna come,” he said urgently.

Contrary to what he expected, you didn’t pull off of him. You kept going, letting him fill your mouth with the spurts of his seed. There wasn’t quite as much as the first time he’d come, but you still had a bit of trouble keeping it contained. You swallowed what made it into your mouth before licking up what had leaked down his shaft. He was so enamoured with the sight of you licking his cock clean of his cum that he had half a mind to propose right then. Though, he had enough of his faculties remaining to be aware that it wasn’t the sort of thing to do in a post-orgasmic haze.

Though, to be fair, he’d decided months ago that he’d marry you if it was the last thing he did. His aunt had laughed right in his face when he told her as she pressed him about post-graduation plans. In her defence, she hadn’t meant to. She was just caught off-guard. She had told him to be reasonable and keep his options open. She said he was young – much too young to decide something so permanent. He knew she was just trying to keep him from getting hurt, but he was still upset with her. He said some regrettable things about how she was just embittered because the man she had loved chose his work over her. He stormed out of her office after, but they made up eventually.

You made your way up to snuggle into Garreth’s side. He pulled the blanket over you both. “Where’d you go?” you asked as you reached your hand up to his cheek.

“Hm?” he replied, looking down at you with a confused expression.

“You looked lost in thought,” you said.

He smiled. “Just realized I was right about something,” he replied.

“Oh?” you asked curiously.

He nodded. “Yeah, but…I’ll tell you another time, okay?” he said.

You rolled your eyes. “Well, that’s cryptic and a bit ominous,” you said.

He shook his head. “No, I’m Garreth,” he replied with a cheeky grin. “You said my name enough times this morning, you’d think you’d remember it.”

You snorted out a laugh and pulled your hand off his face to smack his arm. “Garreth!” you chided.

“That’s the one,” he said with a wink. He kissed you before you could really get feisty with him. “Nap with me?”

“We just woke up,” you argued.

“Yeah, but I mean…I think we’ve earned it,” he said before a suggestive grin spread across his lips.

You giggled. “I suppose we have,” you agreed before resting your head back on his shoulder. “And you are quite comfy.” You hugged him around his middle.

Garreth’s heart gave a flutter as you squeezed him fondly against you. He angled his head down to kiss you again. “Sweet dreams, love,” he said.

“Sweet dreams, Gar,” you replied.

You let out a contented sigh as he held you close, and it wasn’t long before you were both fast asleep again. Your last thought before drifting off was that you were very glad you’d decided to show him the Room of Requirement.

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The Freaks of Hawkins

Billy Hargrove x Byers! Reader

Word count: 2,319

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It was Saturday night when Billy was taking a drag out of his cigarette and styling his hair. He had his clothes on and just needed to put on his leather jacket before heading to a girls house. He didn’t even remember her name but it doesn’t matter, he won’t see her again.

Everything was going great, until Susan spoke from the other side of the door. “Billy?”

“I’m a little busy in here Susan.” Billy spoke as he took a drag from his cigarette.

“Open the door. Right now.” As he heard his dads voice he knew he had no other option but to open it.

Placing the cigarette on the ash tray he walked to the door and opened it. His dad was standing there, next to Susan, who as usual reminded him of a lost puppy. He honestly didn’t know what his father saw in her. Maybe it’s because she’s docile or actually a nice person. Billy would never know, his father never properly introduced them.

“What’s wrong?” Billy knew this attitude will get him in trouble but he was in a rush to get out of the house.

“Why don’t you tell us” his dad always felt like he had the upper hand and his way of speaking showed it.

“Because I don’t know.” Again Billy knew he should just keep his mouth shut. Yet he kept on talking.

“We can’t find Maxine.” Finally, Susan spoke but as usual. Neil took over. “And her windows open…where is she?”

Fear came onto Billy but after a few seconds of thinking, he realized she must’ve snuck out to meet with her friends. Yet he wasn’t sure if she did because even if he did act like an asshole she always asked for a ride.

“I don’t know” he responded truthfully.

“You don’t know?” His dad scoffed while taking a step into his room.

“Look, I’m sure she just went to the arcade or something. I’m sure she’s fine.” Billy turned away from his dad and continued to get dressed.

“You were supposed to watch her.” His dad spoke once more causing Billy’s blood to boil. He’s not sure how his dad expects Billy to be the perfect brother when he never got that kind of care from his dad.

“I know dad I was. It’s just you guys were three hours late, and, well, i have a date.” Billy almost wanted to laugh, this was no date he was going to.

He put on his jacket and fixed his hair before turning to face his dad, who was closer than he expected. “I’m sorry, okay?”

No soon after did the spiteful words and strong hands came to him. There was no reasoning with him and all Billy could do was take it all. He just hopes that whatever Max is doing is worth all this trouble.

Meanwhile, you were at the Wheelers house putting Holly to sleep. Even though you were typically her nanny when Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler were out. You were called by Mrs. Wheeler to come take care of Holly urgently, claiming she needed some alone time.

As much as you wanted to say no, your family really needs the money with your mom, Joyce, having to work two jobs. Luckily your older brother, Jonathan, also started working a while back. Yet it still wasn’t enough, not after what happened to Will. You’re not sure how many appointments he’s had but the bills that keep accumulating serve as a reminder.

So here you were, telling Holly her favorite bedtime story. Hoping she will fall asleep soon, after all, this was your last resort. You’ve tried countless of other things to tire her out but none seemed to faze her one bit.

The story you’re reading was pretty dumb and you weren’t sure why she liked it so much. Its about a pink mouse that goes to adventures and aside from her being drawn as tiny and skinny. She is strong and is able to lift up heavy things. It’s the same one she asks you to read every time you look after her, you’re sure she’ll get tired of it eventually.

Aside from this, she has you wrapped around her little finger and you do what she says because even though you have a you get brother. This is the closest you’ve been to having a sister.

As you read her the story you began to play with her hair, in hopes that it will help. Which it did because soon after she got comfortable. She brought her plush animal closer to her chest and hugged your arm. Still, you knew she wasn’t asleep and you kept on reading, only stopping when you heard her small snores.

You set the book down on and tried to pull your arm. You were able to do it but shortly after, the doorbell rang. Causing her grip on your arm to tighten, leaving you back in square one. You weren’t sure if she did this on purpose or if she was doing so subconsciously.

Once more, you heard the doorbell ring and you tried to free yourself from Hollys death grip. You thought that maybe it was Jonathan coming to pick you up, considering how late it was. You didn’t want to keep him waiting, slowly but surely you were able to free your arm. Still, you slowly stepped back in case you needed to go back and help her go back to sleep. You really hoped Lilly, her plush animal, will help keep her asleep. It will be a pain getting another phone call from Mrs. Wheeler asking you to come by again just to help Holly go back to sleep because ‘she listens more to you than to her own mother’.

You made sure to walk carefully, not trying to step on any toys laying around. It felt like walking around eggshells, one wrong step and it was all over. Finally, you reached her door and as you stepped out you prayed to all the God’s above that she wouldn’t wake up after hearing the door creak. Luckily you heard no movement which made you sigh in relief.

You turned to face the staircase and walked down slowly. As you got near the bottom you heard Mrs. Wheeler’s voice and a male’s voice. Which didn’t sound a thing like Jonathan’s or Mr. Wheeler’s. As you reached the floor you were able to perceive the voice as his. The one and only Billy Hargrove, you never spoke to him but you knew enough about him due to the gossips going around school.

You’ve heard many girls cry in the gym locker room. Saying that after they went with him to have a quick fuck, that’s all they were to him. He didn’t call back and ignored them whenever they passed by him. It surprised you to know he was here, you didn’t know Nancy would stoop so low.

You were starting to feel awkward and just wanted to get out. Letting out a deep breath you told yourself you’ll only walk into the kitchen, tell Mrs. Wheeler that Holly is asleep and that you’ll be leaving.

She was the first to notice you as you stood a few feet away from them. “Just wanted to let you know that Holly is asleep and I’ll be leaving now.”

Yet it felt as if your voice fell upon deaf ears. “Oh y/n, Billy here, is looking for his sister..” Mrs. Wheeler spoke as she had a smile on her face and pointed at Billy as if they were friends.

“Step sister” he corrected her with a charming smile

“Right, he is looking for his step sister and I was wondering if you could help him find her.” She finished explaining as she attempted to hide the lust in her eyes.

“Mrs. Wheeler here, told me I could find her at the Bylers house… are you up for it?” He turned his full body towards you while leaning on the counter. He grabbed a cookie and tried to it seductively. Which made you feel a little weird seeing that he was behaving this way while a mom was behind him.

“Yeah, sure.” You regretted it as soon as the words got out of you mouth but there was no turning back now.

With a wink in your direction he turned back to Mrs. Wheeler and thanked her for her help. You also turned towards her and wished her a goodnight before heading for your bag and followed after Billy.

You got inside his car and as soon as he turned the keys the car came to life causing you to get nervous. Jonathan’s car sounded nothing like this but what really got you to jump was the volume of the music. It was so loud you weren’t sure how he didn’t have any hearing problems.

Of course Billy caught sight of this and gave you a small chuckle. “Sorry sweetheart, didn’t mean to scare you.”

A small ‘it’s ok’ was all you were able to muster. Never in a million years did you think you’d ever be in Billy’s car. You felt out of place, the only girls he ever allowed in his car were the girls who he used as a quick fuck. Them and his step sister, Max, who went to the middle school next to Hawkins High.

The ride was fairly silent except from the times you gave him directions. Aside from that, you could only hear the song playing in the background.

“Take a right turn here and just continue on straight.” You spoke and you hoped it will be the last thing you said to him.

“So tell me…” he started and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, this night couldn’t go any worse.

“Are they really freaks like everyone says?” He asked while glancing from you to the road.

“What do you mean?” You tried to pretend to not know what he was talking about. Yet you had the feeling that he is referring to your family.

“The Byers, I’ve heard many people say they’re freaks. Especially after the youngest…Will I think his name is. Everyone said he was dead but was then found. Tell me, do you actually think his brother had anything to do with it?” He asked with a smirk on his face, it was as if he found all of this amusing.

You didn’t know why his comment bothered you so much. It was what you’ve heard ever since Will got taken.

“Is that all you’ve heard?” You asked because even if you always kept to yourself and sometimes people forgot about your existence. You thought they might’ve mentioned your name when talking about your family.

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Well I guess we’ll find out soon.” You said as you cleared your throat.

Once the two of you reached your house Billy turned off the engine and couldn’t help but groan at the sight of Steve.

You on the other hand, were slightly confused. When Jonathan dropped you off you it was still daytime, meaning nobody else was at your house. Your mind started running circles, as you grabbed your bag you quickly opened the passenger door and got out.

“Steve is everything alright?”

He was so fixated on Billy that he didn’t notice you were also in the car. “Y/n, why are you with Hargrove?” He asked while putting one hand on his hip and pointing with the other.

“He gave me a ride. Is my mom home?” You asked as you held onto the strap of your backpack.

“No she uh, she just left. Jonathan too oh and Will.” He tried to make it sound as if it was a normal conversation. Yet he failed miserably at it, if anything, you were now scared that something might’ve happened to Will.

“So what? I’m just supposed to stay home?” You asked.

“We’ll figure something out, just go inside.” He said but his eyes never left Billy’s, still trying to figure out what he was doing there.

You took notice of this “he’s just here for Max, is she here?” You asked once you stood next to Steve.

Throughout the interaction you had with Steve, you could feel Billy’s eyes staring at you. He wasn’t sure why you were talking to him as if the two of you were close. Sure he’s seen you around school here and there but not once did Steve talk to you.

“Yeah… Max. Hey Max!” He yelled her name out hoping she will be able to hear.

The front door opened quietly and you could hear her soft footsteps. It reminded you of a kid who knew would get in trouble by their parents for getting a cookie before their bedtime.

“Well, she’s here. You can now leave Hargrove.” Steve wrapped an arm around your shoulder and headed to your house.

“Wouldn’t want anyone to know you talked to a freak.” You barked at him, you couldn’t control the anger that kept on bubbling in your chest any longer. No matter how beautiful his stupid face was, he didn’t know the full story. That didn’t give him the right to talk like that about your family.

Billy was so fixated on trying to figure out your relationship with Steve. That it barely down on him what you said. ‘Is my mom home’ he tried to pretend to not care about it. It wasn’t as if he wanted to get close to you yet he felt his heart drop as he realized he just lost his only chance.

Max wasn’t sure what had happened between you two prior to showing up. Yet the look in Billy’s eyes held the same emotion each time Neil would beat him for something that was out of his control. It was a mix of sadness and confusion.

Taglist: @kawaiibear0704 @mama-miya @hellomyweirdos @lubsana @n39ro-chann

#sad-brunnettee #stranger things #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n

[oathkeeperoxas]

TOP GUN / Icemav fic recs part 3

Good morning aviators, I am here with yet more fic recs! As always, I've tried not to repeat authors in the below, but if there here then I would also recommend opening their profile and checking out the rest of their works :D

Rec list 1 here

Rec list 2 here

now it's us https://archiveofourown.org/works/45161386 by @icemav86

“There was nothing to say, no alternatives, so Maverick dragged Ice to his bedroom and did his best, that day and until Ice left with his packed duffel over his shoulder, to show Ice how he felt about their impending separation, to communicate I need you, I’ll miss you, will you miss me? in every touch and gasp and moan. All of that went unsaid, though, Ice leaving on a warm spring morning with little more than a chaste kiss and a mutual agreement to keep in touch.” After three months apart, Maverick and Ice reconnect.

Love the comparison here between Mav feeling free in the sky and grounded with Ice. The boys use their words!! Very good and hot get together (properly) fic.

Love etc. https://archiveofourown.org/works/34701868 by @m-madeleine

A hospital visit and progress, of sorts.

Developing relationship and quiet moments where the two of them are figuring each other out – I adore how this author writes them.

Working on Nathan Hale’s Eulogy https://archiveofourown.org/works/47643871/chapters/120085639 by @lambourngb

The last words of Nathan Hale were inspiring to the generations that came afterward, but they were considered apocryphal by scholars. Propaganda that was repeated over and over again meant to keep a nation fighting for its freedom and independence. At the same time, the truth slipped away into a place where the living would never know it, and the dead were beyond caring. He wondered what his own final words would be; Thomas ‘Iceman’ Kazansky, COMPACFLT, a great naval officer, the second-best pilot, and a decent man. He hoped they would be ‘I love you’ to Maverick, but he was worried it would end up being ‘I’m sorry’ instead. [Tom has to find a way to break the news of his diagnosis to his wingman and partner, Pete.]

Get your tissues ready for this one!! I did in fact cry reading it. The emotions and the build and development of the icemav relationship through this gentle ending is so very satisfying.

leave a tender moment alone https://archiveofourown.org/works/44548714/ by vulcanx

Five times Maverick walks in on others in compromising positions and one time someone walks in on him kissing his husband.

Very classic 5+1 that I did enjoy!! The +1 icemav has me INCREDIBLY soft, I am such a sucker for the two of them being able to live and love in the open, which this fic amply provided 💖

The good part makes everything else incidental https://archiveofourown.org/works/48098077 by @adevotedreader

What Tom had not expected was that despite the exhaustion, the bloat from steroids, the soreness from surgery and radiation, and the mental exhaustion of just staying alive, he could still look at Maverick and feel the tendrils of arousal spark to life in his mind. The spirit was willing though the body had no hope of rising to the occasion. And, more shockingly to Tom, Maverick still felt attracted to him.

The two of them figuring out how to love and live even with everything that has happened to them!! Very soft and tender, very full of big feelings 💖

newsworthy https://archiveofourown.org/works/48089791 by @gracedbybattle

The Honorable Thomas Kazansky, SECNAV, retired from his post Saturday, June 11th, following a well attended ceremony in Alexandria, VA. Before departing, he was kind enough to impart a few words with Variety on his compelling career and enduring legacy.

Outsider pov and social media fic!! Two of my most beloved things to see in fics, all smashed up together. I very much enjoyed the look at what our main characters might look like to those outside what we know of them. The whole fic being in italics is a bit killer on my eyes, but it’s worth persevering through!

Running on Empty https://archiveofourown.org/works/46914424/chapters/118176517 by @wordsonamission

Maverick has spiraled down to a very low place. Although he was cleared of wrongdoing in the accident that caused Goose's death, he still feels that he bears responsibility for the tragedy. He's ready to leave the Navy to keep from hurting anyone else when Slider finds him hiding in an off-base bar and drags him back to the housing unit he's been sharing with Iceman during Top Gun. Maverick has a breakdown and Ice and Slider try to put the pieces of Maverick's broken heart back together. Maverick and Ice are also dancing around feelings that they're afraid to address. Maverick is left with a huge choice: does he stay in the Navy or start a new life as a civilian? Chapter one fills in the gap in the movie starting where Charlie tries to tough-love Maverick into flying again and Maverick going to see Viper at his house. Chapters two and three follow the plot of the rest of the movie.

Mav whump my beloved!! He’s definitely going through it in this fic, but he’s got some external support and love that helps him through the roughest parts. A really good dive into what Mav’s headspace might have been looking like immediately after Goose’s death, with a solid icemav relationship that shows their steady beginnings.

(I Love You) A Bushel and A Pallet https://archiveofourown.org/works/27142859/chapters/66285392 by @boasamishipper

"Only you, Mitchell," Ice says, "could possibly manage to get a concussion in a fucking Costco."

Domestic icemav my beloved. This author writes them so wonderfully, the dialogue and the set up for the fic are absolutely perfect and a real treat to read.

Rivalry https://archiveofourown.org/works/11851326 by thedevilchicken

Ice has always liked to be the best at everything he does.

Ice figuring out what he wants and how to love and what competition means when you’re also in love with your rival.

time = distance ÷ speed https://archiveofourown.org/works/36308572 by omnidirectional

Maverick hasn’t seen Iceman in years. But inevitably, they always cross paths again sooner or later. Five (plus one) potential timelines in which Maverick meets Iceman again 35 years later; some more on the comical side, others less so. Or, a pre-emptive strike: Six scenarios I’d prefer to see than whatever the actual sequel turns out to be. (If it ever comes out.)

WHEN I SAY I CRIED. As the summary suggests, this is a 5+1 focused on possible ways Top Gun: Maverick could have gone. The way the author ties each (tragic, comedic, wistful, ridiculous, heart-rending) of the 5 times into the +1 is genuinely awesome and I love how it plays on the 5+1 format. This was one of the first icemav fics I read and oh boy was it a doozy of an introduction to this ship!!

#some tearjerkers on here. take care of yourselves darlings #icemav #top gun #maverick #iceman #tg #fic recs #fan fic

[givemeasinglekidney]

Lights Are On | Tsukishima K.

Sorry for not updating! Life got insane if I listed it all out I’d have to make an entire paragraph

Also sorry for not posting the Suna one, I got commissioned to do this one! So I hope you enjoy!

This week seemed like nothing but a drag. For starters, Monday you woke up late, and your alarm clock didn’t go off because your phone wasn’t plugged in and died. The rest of the week seemed like nothing but loads and loads of homework assignments. And to top it all off, you just barely failed your math test. The world had it out for you.

But you had one thing to look forward to.

Your boyfriend.

Tsukishima Kei.

You two met when you were younger, in your first year of middle school. He was trying out for boys' volleyball, and you wandered into the wrong gym by accident trying to find the girls' volleyball gym. You ran into him and that sparked a conversation of witty remarks and sarcastic comebacks. Safe to say, he had some respect for you.

The summer before your first year of high school, he had asked you out. Everything in your eyes was perfect.

You were so supportive of him with volleyball. You ended up quitting because the girl's team wasn’t consistent and you thought of exploring your interests. Michimiya acknowledged your way of thinking and directed you to student council. You thought It’d be great for your future so you signed right up.

You were not prepared

You were not prepared at all.

You didn’t expect there to be so many projects you’d have to take on. All the papers that needed to fill out were insane. You bit more than you could chew due to others who weren’t putting in their effort. This led to you pulling multiple all-nighters and setting aside your needs.

But you always made time for him.

Every game of his you came to cheer him on, regardless of how he told you not to. You knew deep down he appreciated it.

With your combined workloads, you guys didn’t have much time to hang out or go on dates. You barely saw each other at school due to him being in class 1-4 and you being in class 1-5. That's how you made friends with Yachi and Kyoko.

It was finally Saturday and Tsukishima had a game. You were loaded with work, but the thought of seeing someone who loved you made the day a little bit better, so you went.

You knew this was important to him. It was the big game against shiratorizawa, the deciding factor on which team would go to nationals. You had faith in him.

But your heart dropped the moment the ball hit his fingers. By the way, he bent down, you knew something was up. You slowly recognized the red blood dripping from his skin as he walked off the court with Kyoko following behind. You were panicked. How could you not be?

You knew they wouldn’t let you into the nurse's office to see him, so you texted his phone. You may or may not have gone just a little overboard with worry and sent good 20-ish texts asking how he was.

Before you knew it, he was running back onto the court with Kyoko in toll. You couldn’t help but find it a little strange as he didn’t respond to your messages.

The game was over. They had won.

He had won.

You were so excited, you ran down to the first floor to congratulate him. It was crowded but you didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was him.

You reached the floor and made your way to the team. At the sight of everyone being celebrated, you spotted two blonde and green-haired best friends talking. Yamaguchi’s parents never show up to games, and Tsukishima’s brother was still making his way down.

As you walked closer, you started to hear their conversation.

But your demeanor surely changed.

“I’m sure they were just worried for you-” The shorter one spoke

“I don’t care. It's annoying and they should know it.” Said none other than your dearest boyfriend.

“I don’t need to be babied. I’m fine and it’s annoying as hell for them to constantly spam my phone over a small injury. I barely see them anymore, if they truly cared they’d make more time for me. There’s no way they’re that busy. I'm getting sick of it.”

Oh.

oh…

Your heart shattered.

That’s really what he’s been thinking all along.

Was everything just a lie?

You were in shock. You woke out of your trance as someone bumped your shoulder. Yachi and Kyoko were making their way through.

“Oh hey!” Yachi waved at you. “I’m so glad you made it! It was awesome wasn’t it!”

“Yeah…” You looked down, “It was.”

Kyoko looked at you with slight concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh it’s… um, it’s nothing.” You tried to laugh off, “I just have a lot of work to do, so I’ll be going.” And before they could say anything, you walked off.

You walked your way back home, pace slightly fast as you wanted to be in the comforts of your room before the tears fall out.

You reached your front door and slammed it shut. You couldn’t even slide down the door and wallow since you had papers to fill out. Taking off your shoes, you trekked your way to your room, not bothering to state your presents as your parents weren’t there. They barely were.

Being at home alone all the time made you feel like a ghost.

Like you’re just floating.

Like the lights were on, but nobodies home.

As you worked and worked, downing a coffee and a half, the clock went from 18:07 to 2:28. You had a headache and you weren't even done yet. Stacks of paper filled your desk as your laptop sat parallel to you, the glow making your head hurt worse.

Then there was a very faint knock.

You laid your head in your hands as you bent over onto your desk, fighting the urge to cry. Why was the world against you? All the work. All the pressure. All the absence of those who you loved.

Who you thought loved you.

The knock repeated.

You didn’t bother getting up. What lunatic was at your door at 2:30 in the morning? Being broken into was the last thing you needed.

You were so stuck in your thoughts you didn’t hear footsteps make their way over to your room and open the door.

“Can I come in?”

You didn’t bother turning. Didn’t even reply.

You heard the creek of your bed dip as you figured he sat down. You bed was right next to you desk, so he was sitting not far behind your chair.

“I saw your texts.” He started softly, “And I know you heard me. Yachi told me you left after I had asked if she’d seen you. Kyoko said you seemd upset and I knew you had listened in. I couldn’t sleep, and with the eye bags you come in with every morning I thought you’d might be awake.”

You removed your hands but kept you head on the desk facing down. You couldn’t find the energy to reply. He continued.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voiced questioned with a hint of concern, “Is all of this… Has this been what you’ve been dealing with all this time?”

He picked up some papers in the stack closest to him. You hummed a noise of affirmation.

He sighed, “Look. Im sorry. I guess all the adrenaline from the game got to my head and I said things I didn’t necessarily mean. It’s more of… I just missed you. Okay.”

You turned your head to look at him. He looks back at you.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Wow. I pour the little words I can from my heart to you and this is the thanks I get.” He replied.

You chuckled and rubbed your eyes. “I missed you, too.”

He got up from the bed and stood behind you, leaning down to hug you and rested his head on your collar.

“Take a break.” He mumbled.

“I’d love to, but these papers-”

“We can figure out the papers in the morning. You need rest. And I need my dork back.” He smiled.

“Oh shut up you.” You chuckled at his statements.

“I will when you take a break.” He sighed at you.

You stared at your work load and contemplated. But you were so tired you couldn’t think properly. Your boyfriend noticed and took the chance to start nudging you off the chair and guided you to bed. You laid down and he joined you, snuggling and he wrapped his arms around your torso.

As you drifted to sleep, you discarded the workload of those who couldn’t do the work for themselves. Don’t wake us up, we got nothing for you.

Yeah.

Maybe this can work.

There aint no love

like our love.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #tsukishima x you #tsukishima #tsukishima kei #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima scenarios #tsukishima fluff #hq tsukishima #haikyuu tsukishima #tsukishima kei x you

[jgroffdaily]

In all of the rush of getting home and back to my real life, I didn’t get a chance to write up the experiences that we, your faithful JGD-ers, had this last weekend in NYC.

On Saturday morning, we did a tour of the front of house sections of the Hudson Theatre. It’s a gorgeous building, with a fascinating history, and I would recommend the tour to anyone who is interested in Broadway - the company was Broadway Up Close.

In the afternoon, we went to the matinee of the show, the first matinee (and thus the first two-show day) of this Broadway run. We had great seats in the first row of the mezzanine / dress circle, from which we had a decent view of the actors’ facial expressions (although not as good as from the orchestra seats / the stalls on Thursday evening) and also a fab view of the actual orchestra, who sit “upstairs” in Frank’s apartment.

I loved the show again, of course. I had fully intended to turn my attention to different elements this time - to watch Frank during Franklin Shepherd, Inc; to watch Frank and Beth during Not A Day Goes By, to check out what the orchestra were doing. But in fact I was entirely dragged into the story, and the performances, once more, and my eyes snagged on the exact same things as last time.

As for Sunday, my final day in NYC: well, we had realised a few weeks ago that there seemed to be *something* due to happen on the Sunday evening - there was no show listed for that afternoon, which broke the pattern of all of the rest of the weeks from Opening onwards. So we wondered if that date might be the Opening Night (which it kind of turned out to be, amidst some confusion around “industry opening / red carpet interviews / after party” on Sunday vs press night / release of embargo on Tuesday).

So, on the off chance that we had guessed correctly, I changed my flight home to the UK, so that instead of an 8pm flight, I had an 11pm one. That meant that I could stay in Manhattan until 7pm ish, and we could investigate what was happening.

Earlier on in the day, we went to the Broadway Up Close booth to buy some Broadway themed merch, and I had to laugh when the guy manning the counter asked me “have you seen any shows?” and when I replied “Merrily”, he said “aha, I had a theory…” and pointed to the Groff sweatshirt that I was wearing! Might as well wear your heart on your sleeve (chest), I guess!!

We walked to the theatre in the afternoon, and there were some union guys / security people chatting outside, so I asked them if anything was due to happen outside that evening. They said: “oh no, no, nothing at all, it’s all going to be inside; not at all worth you coming back here”, then blew their own cover a little by adding “unless you want to watch us work, setting up!”

Setting up what, you may ask? And indeed, that is what we did ask ourselves, after we had thanked them and wandered away. If they were setting something up outside, there must be something worth seeing. And so, at around 5pm, we “accidentally” found ourselves back at the theatre, and located a spot close to the steps, where we could semi-nonchalantly linger.

While it was true that the red carpet was happening indoors (not entirely surprising, as the lobby of the theatre is, as previously noted, stunningly beautiful, and the scaffolding outside is decidedly less photogenic), the security and queuing / ticket checking system was happening outside, as was a good deal of “people in fancy clothes loitering and waiting for their friends to arrive before going in”, and thus we had a great view for an hour or so, as many people arrived and went in.

We spotted Anna Wintour (sharp haircut, giant sunglasses and all - but having to queue with the masses - quelle horreur!), Zach Quinto with a friend, Raul Castillo and Alexis Forte (newlyweds! 💍🎉) and Cynthia Erivo, who arrived with Lena Waithe.

Although we didn’t see Jonathan - the cast must have gone into the theatre much earlier, or via the stage door, or both - I am so pleased that we were there. There was a fantastic buzz of excitement amongst those arriving for the show, and it felt to me like one of those real “Covid is over [note: I know it isn’t!] and the world is back!” moments. It made me so happy and grateful to see all of those people there, to support and celebrate our favourite guy (and his friends and colleagues), and it was the perfect end to my perfect NYC trip!

#jonathan groff #merrily we roll along

[stellasfictionalworld]

part 3.

part 4

a/n: this picture of maddie phillips has me in a chokehold btw. just setting the mood of how things are gonna in the future... also hello andre's jacket??

reader x andre anderson 

cw: (i mean you’ve watched the show so) blood, hints of self harm, hurt comfort

word count: 1,243

You came back to your dorm with damp hair and your outfit of the day. You’d just put on sweats and grunt when Ashley said something. You fell onto your bed and she was looming over you. 

“You look like shit,” she giggled. 

“M’ tired,” you grumbled and pulled the sheet over your face. It was dragged away from you, making you groan dramatically. Your body felt like it had been hit by a truck. Not even remembering a single second after falling on your ass with Jordan. 

“Don’t you wanna know who brought you home?” she smirked. That got your attention, your eyes flicked to the jacket you’d hung up. It was not much bigger on you, not too much by length but by width. It smelled of weed and there was a hint of some earthy, no maybe more woody, cologne, you wondered if it was Andre’s. 

“Fine,” you sat up, pillow to chest as if that would help your massive hangover. 

“Andre fucking Anderson,” she sat on the edge of your bed. “He was shit-faced, holy fuck you should have seen it. Well, you did, just don’t remember probably,” she nudged your shoulder. 

Your ears and face went hot, remembering his hand on your hip last night. That was embarrassing to get so… excited about. You sighed, dragging a hand over your face.

“He was alone, made sure I was even your roommate. I’m pretty sure he bumped into a wall on the way out too,” she was trying to hold in her laughter. You snorted, imagining Andre so shit-faced, but managing to bring you back to your room. Your heart swelled, and you picked up your phone.

Your lips pressed into a thin line, seeing missed phone calls from your mom. You huffed, finding new messages, from new numbers. Luke, Cate, and even Jordan had exchanged numbers with you (or just took it). You felt Ashley hovering and looked up at her. 

“Now let’s talk about you and Jen,” you grinned widely.

Ashley’s face got red, she opened her mouth to say something. Then her phone buzzed, and she immediately picked it up. You looked over her shoulder, and you rolled your eyes.

“Jesus Ashley,” you flopped back onto the bed. 

“What?” she snapped her head to you, her shoulders raised. 

You glared at her, you two had this conversation every time this happened. Ashley hung out with fucking the fakest bitches to exist. Seriously, these girls lived like they were the shit. Everything was handed down to them, and not an ounce of empathy for those not as fortunate as them. Ashley became friends with them recently, considering she had the same classes with them. 

“Be careful,” you said.

She shrugged and looked back at her phone again. The worst part about this? It was changing your friend, for the worse. 

…

Your knuckle collided with the leather and you took a step back. Your face was hot, blood pumping throughout your body. Your movement didn’t stop until your fist was washed over with grains. Heaving you pulled yourself away from the punching bag. Eyes fleeting to Cate who had stopped hitting her punching bag. Her brows scrunched up and her lips parted.

“Wow, you weren’t kidding when you said this was therapeutic for you,” she laughed. Your tired face flipped, as you smiled brightly. Enjoying the fact Cate had got into the groove of punching bags. She seemed hesitant to join you at first on a random Wednesday. Ever since Saturday, you’d noticed the way she carried herself. Confidently but something always seemed to trouble her. 

“Are you bleeding?” she gasped and you looked at your fists. The bandages were soaked in red, but you didn’t feel a thing. 

“Yeah,” you said as Cate took off her boxing gloves. She immediately came to your side. One hand on your forearm while the other pulled the bandages. You watched with great intent, wondering if you'd need stitches again. The final layer peeled off your skin, revealing your lower layers of skin in red. 

“Holy shit, we’ve gotta get you to the nurse,” Cate gushed.

“Yeah,” you frowned. The blonde froze and her eyes went wide. Immediately she pulled her hand back like you’d burned her. 

“Sorry,” she said, and this time you were confused.

“For what?” you asked.

“For touching you, I,” Cate took a step back from you. You laughed softly and shook your head. Wrapping up your open wound.

“It’s okay Cate, usually people love to put their hands on me anyway,” you wiggled your eyebrows. It made her laugh, either out of shock or the fact you were funny. 

“Can you help me to nurse?” you asked. 

“Yeah, let’s go,” she said. 

Thankfully you didn’t need stitches, but the nurse made you fill out far too much paperwork. You were pretty sure it was payback for the times you’d come in here bloodied and bruised (far too many times). Your healing factor was kinda shit, it took a lot longer than most. When you turn off your pain receptors and put your all in every punch, you’ll eventually collapse. 

Anyhow, Cate had left halfway through when she saw you were okay. You finished writing down your last signature when the door whipped open. You and the nurse both looked over to see Andre slightly out of breath. He cleared his throat, eyes on you.

“Hey,” he said, “you okay? Cate sent me a text,” he had his phone in his hand. 

Your chest squeezed, and your heart was about to explode. “I’m okay,” you smiled. “Are you here for me?” you asked.

“I mean,” he put a hand to the back of his neck, looking around the empty room, “yeah,” he said. He shot you a smile (which you thought was so hot and cute at the same time) and you bit your lower lip. The nurse cleared her throat, tapping the paper you had yet to sign. You quickly signed the papers. You got your tote bag, swinging it over your shoulder before walking out of the room with Andre. 

“Where are you headed?” you asked. 

He hummed, eyes on your face, clearly Cate didn’t say what type of damage was done. Then he saw your knuckles wrapped in fresh gauze. He stopped abruptly, pulling your elbow to make you stop.  

“Hey, did you do this by yourself?” his voice was soft, as he picked up one of your hands. You let him examine it, liking the feeling of his fingertips around yours. It sent a buzz up your spine and made a cage of butterflies flutter. 

“Yeah, it’s no biggie though. It’ll be healed by tomorrow or the next,” you said.

“That slow?” he still held your hand, but his gaze was on you. 

You clicked your tongue and looked away. Your face was getting hot again.

“My healing factor is fucking slow,” you dragged out the last word. His thumb circled your palm as he thought. His lips were pressed into a thin line, and when you met his eyes. You knew he wanted to ask. The eye-rolling questions. Why would you do this? Doesn’t it hurt? Blah blah blah. 

“I’ll be okay,” you winked at him. You hooked your arm around his. “But could you walk me to my dorm? Since I’m so wounded, I might not make it,” you said dramatically. He laughed, it was like music to your ears. 

#andre anderson x reader #andre anderson #gen v #gen v x reader #cate dunlap

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Yandere QOS: Hunter (GP)

Warning: stalking, kidnapping, perversion, unwarranted kissing, and violence

(Y/n pov)

I was heading into my favorite class after work. Every Friday and Saturday I go to my self defense class and my lovely trainer helps me with training. I don't know much about her to be frank, she is very closed off and wouldn't even give me her name, she just told me to call her "trainer". Besides the weird ordeal with that, she's a great teacher that knows what she's doing.

As soon as I had walked in she was already standing in the lobby waiting for me patiently.

Trainer: Ah someones finally arrived

Y/n: I wasn't even late this time! Plus you have to give me slack , I'm your favorite client

Trainer: *smiles slightly* yeah, yeah you are but that doesn't excuse you. Now, let's get down to business!

I follow after her as she leads us to her part of the building. Usually, there's always no one here and it's surprising that it's always like this. She goes under the ropes of the boxing ring and gets ready for our sparring.

I drop my bag by the side and join her in the ring. She smirks as I prepare myself for her attacks. The first one I take like a champ, the second knocks the wind out of me. I try to hit her back but she just tackles me to the ground. We sort of end up in a very weird position, she was in between my legs holding herself up by her arms and looking at me.

Trainer: What's your next move Y/n?

I was getting flustered because of the way she said it but I must stay focus. I tried flipping us over but it only led to friction between the two of us, she smirked at me trying to overpower her before getting of me and giving me a hand.

Trainer: I'll teach you how to overpower that move but until then let's continue with the basics

We continued sparring for a hour or two but then by that time it was time for me to go. I thanked her for today and was ready to walk to my car. The parking deck was a little far but not too far from the building. I walked quickly just in case since it was really dark outside and no one was here. I heard foot steps come behind me quickly but I wasn't going to look around and see who it was.

I went to a full sprint but didn't get far as someone had caught me and knocked me onto the ground. I screamed for help but nobody was showing.

Where's the trainer?!?!!

I tried using the moves I've learned but it was no use, this persons hold was unbreakable. I tried everything but they had dragged me into a alley way. I was still screaming but once they got in between my legs, they held my arms down and planted their body weight on my firmly before kissing me harshly. The huge hood they had on concealed their face very well.

I felt them rub my wrists as they greedily kissed me, my lips were starting to have a heart beat because of how rough they were being. I heard them moan but it sounded really feminine and raspy??

I was still fighting, trying to get away from this pervert but something was strange. The moan and what I felt growing on my crotch didn't match up. The perv has a fucking boner just from kissing me, what a loser.

My attacker finally stopped kissing me as I tried to scream some more but they clamped my mouth shut with their hand as their lips met my ear. They kept nibbling it and licking the outer shell as I heard them chuckle a bit at the friction down below.

My attacker lays one more kiss on my ear before saying

???: See you later, babe

That voice!!! I KNOW THAT VOICE!!! I looked at her wide eyed but couldn't even speak because next thing I knew I got hit harshly in the temple.

My vision was now blurred as I felt myself get lightheaded and my body was picked up.

( A/n)

I hope you enjoyed the second chapter of this book! If you want more stuff like this please comment prompt ideas! Also, this book is on Wattpad and is by bummyqueen

#queenofspades #yandere aib #alice in borderland #aib x you #aib fanfic

[squeemcsquee]

Anime Magic 2023: Saturday

Saturday morning kicked off with breakfast in @shbumi's room, then she and I did some PoGo in the area.

At about 1040, we headed toward the hotel ballroom to join the line for Drag Show.

It seemed odd to be going to a drag event in the morning, but apparently Oriana requested it when scheduling. There were some technical hiccups and delays, so the show proper (which was scheduled at 1100) didn't start until approximately 1115.

And what a show it was! As always, a kickass event. I apologize for any blurriness to the photos, but it definitely was a great time.

After the drag show, we stuck around for an Iaido demonstration and discussion. @lechevaliermalfet got to go onstage for some hands-on work while @shbumi and I remained in the audience, listening as the presenter explained what the groups on stage were doing.

After Iaido, it was time for some lunch. And then for shopping!

We made sure to make a pit stop at @artbyquinton's booth. It's always great to see what new stuff he's rolling out and it's also a good chance to catch up if we haven't seen him for awhile.

After his booth, we checked out the other offerings on display from various artists and dealers.

It may seem a strange thing to say, but in some ways, the artist alley and dealer hall feel too big for a con the size of Anime Magic. Like, I love having so many booths to visit. But I also don't budget for AM the same way I would for say, ACen or Otakon, in terms of money for the exhibit hall. I budget less, since the event is smaller. So then I feel bad when I see the amount of cool stuff on hand. There were plenty of artists where I ended up grabbing business cards to hopefully support them at a later time.

After shopping, it was getting on late afternoon and it was finally time for another panel: The Best of Steampunk Anime.

This was a cool panel, and it was presented by a member of the Chicago Steampunk Exposition team. So you know he knew his stuff. First, we were given a short background on steampunk, then divided into small groups to brainstorm anime we thought *might* be on the list that our presenter intended to talk about. Each group offered up a title, and we ranked what was offered.

And then, we began to review this list by CBR. For each title offered, we had some discussion as to why CBR included it...and why our presenter would or wouldn't include it in his own list.

I think I had more fun and learned more in this panel than I have in almost every other steampunk-themed panel I've attended.

After the panel, we ordered dinner from Giordano's, but knew we would have an hour to kill before it arrived. So @lechevaliermalfet and I checked out the itasha car show while @shbumi chilled in her room.

I loved wandering the cars and looking at the different wrap jobs, even if I didn't always know the show being represented.

I also tried not to pay too much attention to Tattoo Alley, which was right next door. See, I had considered getting a tattoo during AM 2022 but decided against it. And this year, I had planned to get one if the tattoo artist returned - but you aren't supposed to get a tattoo during pregnancy. So I just looked at the increased number of options and hey, we'll see. Maybe if we attend AM 2024, I'll get one. Next year's con schedule is a bit up in the air, since we'll have an infant to consider.

We grabbed some drinks and extra snacks from the Hello Tokyo booth (and got some pocky balloons) and then headed back to the hotel for dinner.

After dinner, we went down to the Anime Singalong Dance Party with Kohei. It was scheduled for 2100, but technical issues meant that it ran late. As on Friday, it was great to just sing and dance along to anime OPs with a bunch of other nerds.

Kohei didn't get to put on as long of a show as Friday night due to the tech issues, as there was a concert scheduled immediately after him.

Crunk Witch are a married couple who go for an electro-pop sound. They did some kickass 80s covers during their show. Annnd they also hit tech issues. Really, this seems to be a recurring thing for AM.

Oh! and on a random note, I got a free glow bracelet from the Atlas cosplayer, who was hanging out just outside of the concert.

I don't expect free stuff from cosplayers, for obvious reasons, so it was cool to get something.

I also grabbed a Crunk Witch CD after the concert. There was a dance scheduled for after Crunk Witch, but for us, it was time to call it a night. We were wiped.

#anime magic #anime magic 2023 #prose and cons #con review #con report

[raysletters]

get to know your fanfic writer!

i have to be honest, the lovelies @14carrotghoul and @suseagull04 tagged me for this like a week ago and i have incredibly bad memory, but here i am anyway (thanks for the tag and sorry for being late lol 💀)

when did you post your first ever fanfic?

oh my god,,,,,, i think it was 2015(??

first character(s) you wrote for:

before i say this, i need to explain i was a child with a very early access to internet. also, i am, as a great mind said once, a pathological people pleaser, and my sister was a directioner,,,,,,,,, so yes ofc i wrote a fanfic about harry styles for my sister, even though i never published it, and it was just a dumb y/n story,,,,,,,, (this was like 2012). though, since harry styles is a real person and not a character like my 9yo self thought, then i assume the next one would be,,,,, damon salvatore (it was posted on wattpad and absolutely horrible, i had an hyperfixation and created an oc and everything)

main character(s) you’re currently writing for:

alex claremont-díaz, henry fox-mountchristen-windsor, beatrice fox-mountchristen-windsor, june claremont-díaz, nora holleran, and percy "pez" okonjo have all had their points of view written or worked on at some point on my docs. between that and them seeing the light of day is another thing.

character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:

i- i guess, since they haven't been posted yet, bea, nora and pez will get their time to shine (soon, hopefully) on my next fics. ive also been trying to write a bit of catherine for the diabetic!henry au,,,,, but its been really hard bc its all just too close to home.

fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:

red, white & royal blue

platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

at this moment im obsessed with writing alex interacting with both bea and pez, bc we didnt get enough of that on the book and fics always show june being besties with henry and i kinda wanted to pull an uno reverse on that trope. also, im really interested in writing some henry and nora, bc they're besties on the book that gossip about drag race and stuff,,,,, but i want to maybe dive into it a bit deeper.

romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

firstprince and junopez, and ive already have two wips where i give bea a girlfriend,,,,,, so theres that

your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

i literally went to my dashboard to look it up, the first one is my different alterations of the tag "not beta read", but we're not going to count that one. next we have (surprisingly to no one) "angst", "mental health issues" 💀💀, and lastly "songfic" jskssjsksjsksjsksjskswjsksjsksjsks

your current platform where you post your works:

you can find me on ao3 as raysletters

snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:

i am working on SO many wips rn bc ive been sick and that has meant being in bed and not doing shit most of the day bc it hurts to breathe sjsksjsksjsksjskssjsksjkssjsksjsjsjajkssj

here, i give yall a snippet of the musician!alex au yall saw on the wip title game (that can be alternatively called "fulfilling most of smut saturday prompts in one single fic bc i wanted to try writing smut and it quickly got out of my hands")

so, idk if this would be nsfw bc it is not the smut itself, but more like smut-adjacent narration, but still putting the break so y'all can decide if you want to read it or not

This exact moment, though? It might not only embarrass him in a very public setting, but might also make him combust and collapse from sheer lust.

The entire place is crowded to the point of asphyxiation, the fans are spinning at their limit speed on the ceiling, and Henry feels like this is probably how hell feels.

That is, if hell ever had the pleasure of getting Alexander Claremont-Díaz on his knees, making the most obscene and erotic guitar solo known to mankind, thrusting his hips to the rhythm of She by Harry Styles on his guitar while the lights focus on him; his open white shirt shows the chain he now knows contains the key to his family's home at Texas, his glistening chest and the sweat that rolls over his collarbones, his pectorals, his abdomen and then disappear on his navel behind the guitar. It makes Henry reminisce of that first video he ever saw of Alex, and can’t help but compare the performance to seeing it live after more than a year, while knowing how excited he had been at the rehearsal, jumping and moving around while refusing to practice because of his own jitters.

Of course it paid off, Alex, the bloody show-off, has the entire place entranced under his spell, not even the clients sitting on the bar stools, who had shown little interest in the performance through the night, could take their eyes off of Alex.

Henry absolutely gets it, but can't help the feeling of jealousy that courses through him. He desperately wants to drop to his knees to show Alex how marvelous he is, hoping he thrusts in his mouth like he does on his guitar.

#ask game #writing #red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrb fic #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #firstprince #ao3 #raysletters on ao3 #musician!alex au