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[literaryhomos]

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C/W: gn!reader; angst; angst to fluff; worried tighnari; a brief mention of the words "borderline kill yourself" is a thing but it's just tighnari being scared :(; likely ooc, actually; i've never written for this sassy fox mushroom nerd before; no beta we die like signora; could be read as platonic but you gotta be blind as fuck my guy; hc that rukkashava mushrooms are toxic as fuck bc yk; they look it;

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A/N: yeah i made this ig. i fell in love w/ tighnari at first sight and just ":]]]]" every time he went on screen. i didn't mean to make it angsty. i swear i didn't. anyways ty to this post for giving me ideas. you're to blame for this dumpster fire, buddy. 👍

So without further adieu ....

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Tighnari's Guide To Why You Should Not Eat Sentient Fungi (Or, Why You Should!)

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"Are you doing this on purpose?"

"Doing what?"

You try to convince Tighnari that you have no idea what he's talking about, but judging by his reaction, it really doesn't seem to work.

It doesn't help that this is your third sweetwater mushroom this month.

"I have explained to you countless times what the effects of sweetwater mushrooms are. I've also explained the effects of raw rukkashava mushrooms, the large glowing mushrooms in the mushroom forest, and even the sentient fungi that riddle the forest grounds."

Tighnari opens his mouth before just sighing. You shrug. "I'm a bit forgetful?" It's a silly and sheepish response, but you're not very good at making up excuses. You'd think by the fourth or fifth scolding you would be.

Tighnari stammers for a bit, at a loss for words. That didn't work.

"You ate a sentient fungus. That is not forgetfulness that is- I don't even- what could possibly motivate you to eat a breathing, floating fungus?! Do you have a death wish?! We didn't even have a filled reaserch paper on what would happen if you tried to eat those because anyone who tried was a known idiot!  I can't even fathom an explanation as to why in the entirety of Teyvat-"

"Yep, I get it. I'm really stupid for doing a really dumb thing. Yeah, yeah. Anyways, would you mind readressing the toxic mushrooms again? Juuuust in case i do a stupid thing all over again? Please?" You give him your most convincing puppy eyes. They probably didn't work but he agrees anyways. You know he'd never miss a chance to rant about mushrooms.

You've always found his enthusiam about them endearing.

"... I don't exactly appreciate being interrupted, but it certainly couldn't hurt."

Tighnari clears his throat.

"The first and most important thing to note about Sumeru's fungi is that while some are edible, that's certainly not the case with all of them. Some fungi, like the sweetwater mushroom cause smaller adverse effects like halucinations, while others - rukkashava mushrooms, for instance - are potentially fatal. Distinguishing the difference between these mushrooms is extremely important ..."

You listen to him ramble on about the difference between edible and sweetwater mushrooms for the first half before moving on to rukkashavae fungi. He then explains the effects of the evolved fungi around Sumeru - emphasising that it's for your sake - and you wink at him. He glares at you before going back to what he was saying as you chuckle to yourself.

You haven't been a forest ranger for too long; you graduated under Tighnari pretty recently in fact. You had applied to be forest ranger trainee, and you were luckily accepted. Immediately, you saw Tighnari and if you didn't believe in love at first sight, you certainly did now.

When he introduced himself as your instructor, you mentally fist-pumped as he started to tell you about one of the most important lessons you'd ever learn as a trainee. The difference between fatal, poisonous, and harmless fungi.

Even though you did try to listen, you wouldn't stop staring at his ears. His big, tall, fluffy, ears that looked oh so soft. He seemed to notice evident by his mildly annoyed questioning of 'is something troubling you?' to which you practically begged to touch his ears. Much to your dismay, he replied with a very adamant 'no.' before continuing on. You giggled and just stared at him the whole way through.

After a while - and a lot of poisonous mushrooms - you two started to get closer. Tighnari may seem stern at first, but the way he tends to people shows that at the root of it all he does care; even while scolding it's in their best interests. You realized that when you two started joking around and having fun.

You didn't want to brag, but you felt a lot closer to Tighnari than the rest of the other trainees.

When you did finally graduate, you were happy. I mean, you were an official forest ranger now, how great is that? Tighnari even conrgatulated you for it personally. It made you feel great, but when you were put on a mission with someone other than Tighnari you started to feel a bit lonely.

It was sad, really. You and Tighnari were practically never paired together, and you couldn't really tell if you missed what you had or if you just missed Tighnari. It hurt, and so you tried to replace it.

You would joke around with your other partners. Play around, have some fun on missions the same way you used to with Tighnari.

It wasn't the same though.

Nobody would scold you while doing something stupid, yelling more as your giggles turn to laughter because they're so worked up.

Nobody would see a new plant or animal and immediately try to get your attention, this normally cold forest ranger going starry-eyed as you smile endearingly at him while he goes on and on about the local wildlife in this particular section of the forest.

Nobody would help you get out of the forest when you got lost, gesturing to follow him as he tells you he knows exactly where you are, occasionally gripping your wrist because 'you aren't paying attention' as you just giggle and tease him.

You'd tease him about little things, small things like how despite his aversion to touch, he'd still grip your wrist. How he'd change the subject as his ears and tail twitch - presumably from the storm, though you liked to think you were flustering him. You'd joke to him about it, saying that maybe it was just his excuse to touch you, but every time he touched your hand ever so slightly you felt fishes swimming circles around your stomach, usually accompanied by a cottonny feeling under your skin. Soft and fluffy, warm like your own personal blanket even as the cold, wet drops of  rain and dew hit your face from high-up leaves.

You remember thinking you were the only person who's wrist he's touched in a while, even if it is just to guide you out.

You remember how he never truly denied your claims.

At the end of it all, it was evident that you missed all those moments simply because it was Tighnari. You missed the fun because Tighnari was the only person you knew who could provide to you all those moments and more.

Moments that could of been.

Moments that should have been.

But, then you had an idea.

Tighnari's information abput mushrooms had always stood out to you, but you could never figure out why. You always remembered looking at various mushrooms and trying to figure out exactly why you found them so peculiar.

At least, until you accidentally ate a rukkashava mushroom.

Forgetting that they were inedible, nigh-deadly, and required immediate medical attention as soon as they were eaten, you decided to cook one as you couldn't find much food anywhere else. It looked alright, so it couldn't have been too bad, anyways.

Until you started getting dizzy, when your partner at the time asked if you were alright you responded with an obvious 'yes' obviously. I mean, so what? Maybe you were a little dizzy but it couldn't have been that bad. Sure, you walked into a tree twice, got them lost at least 4 times in the span of a few minutes, but everything was a-okay!

You passed out shortly after.

Only to wake up to a 'tsk' from a familiar voice.

Opening your eyes showed a small blur of green, white and black, with some very tall almost triangular appendages on top.

Tighnari?

He seemed to be tending to you, getting some sort of medicine as your head lay on his lap. Noticing you opened your eyes, he sighed, before asking why you had eaten an extremely rare, and more importantly extremely dangerous type of mushroom.

You explained that you had forgotten at the time and that you were hungry, because, well, you were, and you had. As Tighnari glared at you, seemingly looking for a more satisfactory answer. After not getting it, he just sighed, and told you not to do it again.

Huh?

Why didn't he ... ?

When you asked why Tighnari didn't scold you, he simply explained that he knows your potential and your mind. He knows that sometimes, you slip up and do something a little stupid. He understood that, and explained that it's fine to do that,

occasionally, nobody's perfect, afterall. Tighnari knew that with you and your experience, it was definitely the most likely out of all the possibilities to be just a silly little mistake, but asked for the next mistake not to be eating a potentially fatal mushroom. You giggled, and said it wouldn't.

Not by accident, anyway.

Suddenly, you had an idea.

Due to never being on the same missions with Tighnari, you never got to see him. If you had eaten a potentially poisonous mushroom, you were taken to see Tighnari.

After that little visit, and after you fully recovered, you decided on a way to be able to spend more time with your beloved little fox boy. A way that wouldn't really interfere with his work schedule, and a way that you could blame on just 'another messy slip-up.'

...

"... s'cuse me! Excuse me. Hello?"

Tighnari snapped his fingers in front of your face.

"Huh- what-?" You look around. That's right, you're facing the consequences of your actions.

Seems you spaced out for a bit.

"Oh. Hi, Tighnari!" You say, a cheerful tone dipped in honey. Excitement and a kind warmness swirl together and flood your prescence all over again before you freeze. Tighnari's arms are crossed and he's frowning. Usually, this would mean he's ready to scold you, but this is different.

It's an expression you've never seen before on him.

Was he mad? Agitated? No, he's scolded you hundreds of times, you'd know when he glares sharp, piercing daggers that bypass your eyes and into your soul. But, this time it's soft; instead of that light but familiar stabbing, you feel cold. Chilly, an icy feeling like lying under a waterfall, and as the water drops on your face, you start to look back with the same sorrowed expression.

Pity. No, worry.

He was worried about you.

" ... Are you alright?"

"Yeah, of course. I'm fine."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah, I'm okay, Tighnari. I promise."

Tighnari pauses.

"... Why are you doing this?"

" ... Doing what?"

This time, you didn't understand what he meant.

Tighnari touches your shoulder. He stares into you.

"I know what you're capable of. I've seen it firsthand. I've seen that even if if you make a mistake, you always learn and try never to do it again. I know you know well enough, so ..."

Tighnari pauses and looks away.

"Why do you keep trying to borderline kill yourself?"

You sit there, stunned. Somewhere down deep, you understood that maybe he was worried. Somewhere down deep, you may have even felt a little guilty for it.

But, none of that compares to how it all felt now.

As Tighnari got up, you wished now that you had realized how much you'd scared him. You wish now that he'd spoken up sooner and you wish now thay you had never missed him as much as you truly did.

That you had never been as selfish as you truly were.

The room falls silent, the only sound being the pattering of rain and the occasional crash of thunder. Neither you nor Tighnari dared look at eachother, in fear of seeing something you wouldn't like, despite your own glances. A particular loud crash of thunder and Tighnari brought his hand up to his ear, presumably to lessen the blow to his eardrums. He didn't remark about it, instead he wordlessly turned away from you to get an oral medication.

You were the first to break the silence.

" ... I missed you."

Tighnari's ear twitched as he stopped in his tracks. He seemed like he wanted to say something, yet he remained silent. He tilted his ear to you.

"I ... I wanted to spend time with you. I missed the times we had while I was in training. I missed your enthusiasium when you'd find an aspect of the wildlife and explain to me what it is, or how it works. I missed listening your voice even when you'd scold me for doing something dumb, like eating a sentient fungus, for intstance." You chuckled at the last sentance, almost sadly, still not daring to look up.

"I missed ... I missed you, Tighnari."

He was still silent, still standing in place. Still frozen on his way to find your medicine. You were looking down, almost scared to look up out of shame. Shame that such a small, personal issue, something so insignificant escalated to something that could make even the cold, stone-faced Tighnari lose his composure for the worst.

It was dumb. It was something you should have dealt with on your own.

Something you shouldn't have gotten him involved in.

Footsteps resumed as Tighnari quickly grabbed a bowl of your medicine. They got a little louder as Tighnari got closer before coming to a stop once more as you see his knees on the ground in your peripheral vision.

" ... Look at me."

It's gentle, yet you can't find it in yourself to look up. You look towards what you can see of him but you don't dare raise your head.

"Look at me."

He says it more sternly this time. You take a steady breath and look upward towards his face. He wears an indecipherable expression.

"Open up."

He brings a spoonful of liquid to your mouth. As you open your mouth, as the cold, bitter liquid slides down, Tighnari looks away. You both avoid eye contact as he puts the bowl down and you turn your head away. Then Tighnari just sighs.

"You didn't need to eat a poisonous mushroom to spend time with me, you know."

You look back at Tighnari, his expression still unsolvable.

"I understand that I am busy most days, whether it be my work or something else i happen to be preoccupied with."

His ears tilt down a bit, his tail curls into himself as he turns to face to you as well.

" ... But, if I do happen to be free one day."

He pauses again, avoiding eye contact.

" ... I've always felt that the best way to progress a relationship with someone is to, well, spend time with them."

He looks up at you again. You look back at him.

" ... If you wanted to."

You stare into eachother's eyes as each confession processes in the other's mind. The words swirl around with the returning fishes, minds and heartbeats racing between the two of you.

"I'd ... "

You look down, but not out of shame this time.

" ... I'd like that."

You smile as the words come out and your eyes trail back up to Tighari's face, dusted a barely noticable pink. Yours as well, probably, but you decide not to comment on it. At least, not at this moment.

" ... I would too."

Tighnari seemed to release a breath he didn't know he was holding, standing up and gesturing his hand out for you to grab. Ears perking up and tail uncoiling as you slide your hand into his own and get up. Both of you glance into eachother's eyes as that same warm, cottony blanket carressed you both once again.

"Just one thing."

You were broken out of your trance as Tighnari gave you a mildly agitated expression once again. You tilted your head, puzzled as Tighnari pinched his nose bridge.

"Don't ... Don't eat any more toxic mushrooms. Please."

Tighnari sighs exasperatedly as you give a cheeky smirk his way. The second he looks your way he crosses his arms and glares at you, a small pout apparent on his bottom lip. You laugh.

"Okay, okay! I won't, I won't."

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#×epel's writings #HOOOLY SHIIIIIT YESSSSSAA #FIRST FIC MOTHEFUCKERS #BITE MY ASS BITCH #WOOOOOO #this is being posted to my ao3 and watt too btw #so #yeah #tighnari #tighnari x reader #tighnari x you #tighnari x y/n #except y/n is not used once in this fic #i just need the clout #/hj #angst #angst with a happy ending #angst to fluff #probably ooc #whoops

[justfriendsbestthings]

Finally watching The Idea of You and definitely here for Nicholas Glatzine in a boy band

#I know all rom coms are fan fictions at hear but god this one is a watt pad story if I ever saw one #y/n #just mimi things #*heart

[nothinggold13]

Sometimes you sit down to write and instead give yourself a crash course on electricity physics, and you know the worst part?? All of it is fake.

#you know how many volts it takes to kill someone? #trick question; it’s the amps that kill #so you know how many amps it takes to kill someone? #TRICK QUESTION; fatal amperage is dependent on the number of volts #so surely the correct question is ‘what combination of volts and amps is most likely to be fatal?’ #but the product of those two measurements is called ‘watts’ and is irrelevant #so instead you can divide ‘em and figure out the resistance of whatever you’re electrocuting in Ohms #I just want. like. a chart. a simple singular equation. #‘Y volts at X amps is likely safe in ideal circumstances’ ‘X volts at Y amps would likely be fatal’ #please. someone make it make sense.

[highkey-lowkey-as-hell]

i love seeing the watt tag actually be semi-active lately but it's also weirding me out that so many people are just now getting into it and i have been here for over three years just. sitting in a corner. twiddling my thumbs.

#we are the tigers #there used to be so many of us!!! #alas i am the sole survivor of 2020 wattblr #i mean people are still on tumblr ofc #however i am the only 2020 wattblr blog that still posts and occasionally writes for watt #anyways i know all the things to like. if anyone wants to know random watt trivia!!! hmu!!!!!!! #i'm so serious i've been obsessed for three years #please let me finally rant to s o m e b o d y

[anonymouse1312437]

Warning:

Hey everyone. This is a fanfiction with a lot of details and a backstory. If it is not your thing then I am sorry. This is more than just a smut. It will have fluff, angst, heartache, heartbreak, mentions of mental health.  

The character is going to struggle with things such as: 

Abuse, Sexual Assault, Eating Disorder, Self harm, Suicidal thoughts and attempts, as well as Degradation.  

The highlights: 

Smut, heavy rough and fluffy smut, age-gap relationships, choking, biting, marking, hair pulling, Degradation from a love interest (Or many), humiliation (kink), breathe play, unprotected sex (Of any and all kinds), multiple people moments, creampies, and more.  

  This is not for anyone under 18. Minors DNI.  

There is multiple POVs. If that is not your thing I understand. Smut wont start until chapter 4. I have written up until then. I will post a chapter every other day if I can. Maybe everyday depending on how if I can keep up with the writing.  

I want to keep some of the character relationships to a surprise but, if you look at the tags you will see who will be mentioned throughout the books.  

Thanks for reading if you do. I will also be posting this story on Wattpad and AO3 once I have an active account on AO3 that is.  

All characters were made by J.K. Rowling and I am not taking credit for the development of the characters.  

The timeline will be messed up in this writing. I am trying to mend it in a way that this could work with the storyline.  

Chapter One:

“Jess I can’t wait to get back to school. What about you?” I asked.  

“I don’t know why you would think that I was excited about this. I suck at the school here.” Jess said. I can’t believe that she would say that she doesn’t do well at the school here. Everyone envied the grades she would receive. I mean an A in most of her classes and some of which were B’s.  

“Remember the word for the store front is DragonAly.” My aunt said. Yeah, yeah whatever. We have done this a few times. Nothing that she says is going to be important. It’s not like there is another wizarding school in the world. Right? I mean we haven’t heard of another one.  

“We will see you on the other side.” My aunt said and cast her wand up and was no longer in the room with us. My friend Jess was next to go and then when I cast my wand up, I ended up getting tongue tied. I am not even sure how it sounded when it came out. I felt like I had been punched in the gut and then I was standing inside of a fireplace. What the hell? Where am I?  

“Hello? Did I hear someone in here?” I heard someone. Wait. This person didn’t sound like me. I couldn’t stop coughing.  

“Oh dear. Are you okay? What are you doing in here?” A nice red hair woman asked. She is British though.  

“I- I think I am okay. Where am I?” I asked her. The shock on her face probably mirrored the shock on mine when I heard her voice.  

“My, my dear. Are you American? How did you get all the way over here?” She asked. Oh no.  

“Wait, am I?” I started to ask.  

“Honey you are not in America. Where were you trying to go? Good heavens get out of the fireplace dear. Here let me help you.” She said and held her hand out to me. I grabbed her hand and started to pull myself out of the fireplace.  

“Ron dear come help me.” She hollered out. I saw a red-haired boy come around the corner and run up to his mom. I assume it is his mother at least.  

“Who is this mom?” He asked. Also, British. I can’t believe I am not at home anymore.  

She looked at me like she was waiting for me to fill that information in for her because I had not said what my name is yet.  

“I am y/n) I am from Oregon. I have no idea how I got here. I was just trying to get to school. I think when I said my destination my words became jumbled, and I must have said the wrong thing. I must have said something similar. Might I ask where I am exactly?” I asked, stumbling the words out as I said them because I was speaking too fast.  

“You are at Diagon Alley. Where were you supposed to go?” The woman asked me. “Does it sound similar to where you were supposed to go?” 

“Yes, I was supposed to go to DragonAly. I don’t feel so good.” I said and looked down.  

“Oh dear. Why don’t you come with me. I am Molly Weasley. This is one of my son’s Ron. Why don’t we get you to a phone and you can call your family. Let them know that you are okay.” She said. I smiled at her kindness.  

“I really hope I am not putting you out of your way. I am sorry for intruding.” I said.  

“Oh, hush darling. I am sure your family is worried sick.” Mrs. Weasley said. She escorted me back out to a building with her son behind us and she just kept talking.  

“Hold on dear. Stay right here. Arthur! Arthur! Darling something has happened!” She hollered. She walked off towards a taller gentleman. Another red-haired person. Wow they must be more common here than where I am from back home.  

“Well, hello there, I am Arthur Weasley. I see that you have met my wife. Did you just get here when my wife found you?” He asked. I nodded. I felt my stomach squeeze. I felt a sharp pain in my chest and then I blacked out. I felt my body go limp and then after that I don’t know what happened.  

Sometime must have passed because I woke up in bed. This is not my room, and my head hurts horribly.  

“Hello?” I mumbled.  

“Mom! She is awake!” Ron yelled out. I swear I thought that I was dreaming but, no I am not in my country anymore.  

“Oh, Ron hush your mouth. Poor thing probably has a headache. You go on now hun. I am going to see if she can tell me her phone number.” I saw Mrs. Weasley pull out a wand and walk over to me. She is like me. Probably why she did not freak out when she saw me in a fireplace.  

“Sweetheart, are you able to tell me your family's number?” She asked.  

“901-444-8231 it’s my school. You can reach them by wand.” I said and it came out quietly.  

“I will give them a call. They might be able to tell your loved ones for me.” She said and smiled. She stepped out of the room again dialing the number and almost immediately someone answered the phone. She looked a little distraught, which told me that whoever she was speaking to was not good. This can’t be good. Nothing of this can be good.  

“Darling, would you take her some of the tea I just made.” She said to Ron.  

“Yes mom.” He said and grabbed a cup of tea and walked towards me. He set it down on the table that was next to me. I sat up and still felt the pain in my stomach so I attempted to move slowly.  

“You are kidding me!” Mrs. Weasley yelled into the phone. My guess is she just found out that I didn’t have a mother and father. That my aunt was taking care of me and she didn’t care much for me either. Me ending up here wasn’t going to be much different from being over there. I was going to be unwanted anywhere I end up.  

“Well then, she can stay put. We have a school she can attend here. It’s the best school there is so that will be that.” Mrs. Weasley said and then ended the call on the wand. She walked off towards Mr. Weasley and I assume she was telling him about the phone call. What does she mean that I will just stay put? I mean I don’t want to impose them. She doesn’t even know much about me other than my age.  

“Dear?” I didn’t realize that she had come back already and with Mr. Weasley in tow.  

“I spoke to your school. It appears your aunt has given up guardianship of you. They want to take you out of your school because of that. Now I don’t want you to miss out on your education and Mr. Weasley and I, well, we would like to help enroll you in the Wizarding program here. That is if you're okay with that?” she asked with some tears in her eyes. 

 I couldn’t help but cry. She did what? Even if she did only keep me because she was getting money from the state because of my parents death and the fact that I was also her maid and chef. My cousin isn’t even anything like me but, is loved so much. I can’t believe that this happened. I mean come on. Why couldn’t this have happened when I was not trapped in a different country. Oh god it hurts. I always felt unwanted but, that didn’t make it true. Yet now it was true. There was no denying it. There was no denying that I am an orphan. I hate myself. This is crap.  

“Oh sweetheart. It will be okay. Come here.” Mrs. Weasley said and pulled me close to her. She hugged onto me tightly and I just continued to sob into her. I haven’t had this. I haven’t had someone hug me before little own hold me. It was nice and soothing, but the tears did not stop. Thankfully I learned how to be quiet when crying ages ago when people would tease me about my parents' death at my school.  

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to impose. You don’t have to take care of me. I can leave.” I said, trying not to meet her eyes.  

“Oh, honey it really is no problem. Let me call the school and see what I can do. It is about to start so it might be a bit difficult but, I am sure I can figure something out.” Mrs. Weasley said.  

“Thank you. Thank you for helping me.” I said. She was being so kind.  

“Absolutely. Drink the tea darling. It will help with your stomach and chest pains.” She said.  

I took the cup from the table and sipped some of it. This did not taste good but, I guess if it is to help me get better I am going to have to deal with it. I mean I need this feeling to go away.  

“Mr. Weasley is already on the phone with the school so if you don’t want that please let me know.” She said and I smiled.  

“I think I would really like it here.” I said. She smiled big at my words.  

“Harry!” Ron yelled out. Who is Harry?  

“Come now, Ron has a friend that stays with us a just before school starts and I think it would be good for you to make another friend before going into that school.” She said and grabbed my hand. She pulled me towards the center of the place, and I looked at the boys in the room and one other female.  

“Alright these are the twins, Fred and George, Bill and Charlie are not here they are in Russia and Percy is in Romania and Ginny my sweet girl. This is y/n. Please be nice to her.” Mrs. Weasley said and then joined her husband who was still on the phone.  

“Is it true? Are you an American?” Fred and George said.  

“Yes-I am.” I said. This is a lot of people.  

“That’s amazing what are the states like?” They asked.  

“I only really saw the one I lived in. It was gloomy most days. Some were bright and sunny but I didn’t get to enjoy it the way other people did.” I said and looked down towards my feet.  

“Uhm, who is Harry?” I asked.  

I heard the gasp within the room and all the eyes turned to me.  

“American’s haven’t heard of the great Harry Potter. The baby that survived Voldemort? Nothing?” Ron said.  

“No, I am sorry. I honestly haven’t heard anything. Back in my school we didn’t even have a similar situation. Wait did you say as a baby he survived? Did someone try to kill you?” I asked.  

“Yeah Voldemort. Did you even know there were other wizarding schools?” Harry asked.  

“No we were told that we were the only one in the world. It didn’t make a lot of sense to me because no one had even a slight accent but, I guess we all just kind of believed what we were told.” I said.  

“Well, that’s actually a bit refreshing. What were your points like at your school?” Harry asked. 

“Points? What do you mean?” I asked.  

“Like your house points.” Harry added.  

“House points?” I asked.  

“Yeah like for Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff. We are all Gryffindors. Everytime we do something good the house is awarded points. All our tests are mainly physically done and the written ones yes there may be a grade on it per say but, they award the class with the highest grades amongst them all.” Harry said.  

“Oh we don’t have any of that. We are all one entire unit there. We get grades. Mine were mostly C’s so like 70s but no house points. Nothing like that.” I said and they all just looked at me a bit shocked.  

“What kind of school events or sports do you have?” Ginny asked.  

“I mean the normal school dances but, that is really it. We had football, baseball, and soccer. Is that not what you have here?” I asked.  

“No we have Quidditch.” Ron said.  

“Oh and what is that?” I asked.  

“Wait is it a wizarding school then? I mean it sounds really boring at your school. Did you live there at least?” The twins questioned.  

“Yes we lived there.” I said 

“They fed you didn’t they?” I looked down again.  

“No, our families had to give us money or we had to get jobs in order to buy our own food. Very rarely did they provide anything.” I said.  

“What about the nurse?” Ginny asked.  

“They would give us Band-Aids but anything else we would have to go to the hospital. No one wanted to go there because then it would cause us to receive a bill and it could have been a couple hundred of dollars to a couple grand. No one has the ability to pay for that on minimum wage.” I said.  

“They bill you for getting sick? What about a broken arm? Well I suppose you already answered that. Fascinating. Everyone says the United States is amazing but, it does not sound like it really is.” Ron said.  

“Well, yeah. It really is not that great.” I said and smiled towards them.  

“Well that’s alright. Why don’t we go out and get you some books. You will need them for classes surely.” Harry said.  

“I don’t even know if Mrs Weasley-” I started to say but then she and Mr. Weasley walked in.  

“Dear you will be starting tomorrow with them. They made some room. I will have to warn you though. The dormitory was filled in every house, so they decided to put you in a private room. They will show it to you when you get there.” Mrs. Weasley said.  

“Oh and dear, they are looking forward to meeting you. They are pleased to have someone from a different country here. They are very welcoming there.” She said and Ron scoffed.  

“Oh hush Ron. Don’t worry the poor thing. Take her to get some books from the second hand stores. Here I will give you some money.” Mrs. Weasley said. I didn’t want to accept it but, Ron was quick to get up and take it from his mother.  

“Thanks mom we will be back soon.” Ron said and the lot of us walked out of the place we were staying in. 

“So Ron is this your house that we are currently in?” I asked and he shook his head no.  

“No we don’t live there. This is just where we stay when it is this close to school starting. The train station is just around the corner from here.” Ron said and smiled.  

“You take a train to school?” I asked.  

“Oh this will be fun. If anything, I hope we can get you through the platform without any accidents like harry and I had a while ago.” Ron said. That sounds horrifying.  

“I don’t suppose you can tell me what you mean.” I said.  

“You don’t want to know. It will be easier just to show you.” Harry said and smiled at me. He had a handsome face but the scar on his head was a bit strange.  

“How old are you?” Ron asked.  

“I am eighteen. I just turned a few days ago.” I said.  

“Oh. Okay you are a bit older. Are you supposed to be in your last year?” They asked.  

“Yes, this was my fourth and final year.” I said.  

“Wait, only four years? We are here for six. What age did they start you?” They asked.  

“I was fourteen when I started.” I said and smiled. 

“Well you were about the same age as us so thats a bit intense. How can they teach you as much as you need to know in such a short time?” Harry said.  

“I would say we probably are not learning the same things.” I said.  

“That is probably true.” The twins said. The boys linked their arms through mine and then in a blink of an eye we were standing in a store.  

“What just happened?” I held my head. That hurts.  

“Oh, have you not learned how to apparate?” The twins asked? 

“No. I missed that day and they always said it takes a special kind of magic they didn’t want to teach.” I said rubbing my head.  

“Well then I sure hope you are able to keep up with our school.” He said.  

“Professor Snape is going to hate you.” Ron chuckled.  

“He hates everyone so don’t take it personally.” He added.  

“Why does he hate everyone?” I asked.  

“He just does. He lets off that he is annoyed with everyone. Except himself that is. Just keep your head down in his class and try not to mess up.” Ron said.  

We made our way through multiple stores with the boys gathering the books I needed. How many classes were there? There was a lot of books they were grabbing.  

“Let’s go to the wand store.” Harry said. The what? We had to make our wands. What is wrong with mine? 

“What is wrong with my wand?” I asked.  

“It looks a bit crafted. You will need something that will be able to handle any spell that could be thrown at you.” Harry said.  

“But we aren’t allowed to use magic on anyone.” I said fairly confused.  

“Wow, the ways of the americans are truly different.” Ron said.  

“Don’t say that in potions class.” Ron said. I loved potions class back home. I wonder how far they have gotten.  

“Just pick a wand or let the wand decide if it also wants to pick you.” Harry said.  

“I will say something seems very loud and trying to draw my attention towards the back wall.” I said.  

“What do you mean?” Harry asked. I shushed him and then looked at the man behind the desk.  

“Why miss you look fairly familiar. Have you been here before?” The man asked.  

“No, I am not from this country.” I said. I smiled at him.  

“Ah but of course. An american. What a nice surprise. What can I do for you today?” He said.  

“I feel like the wand I want is in the back but, it is behind your desk. It’s practically screaming at me.” I said and he looked me in the eyes.  

“Can you show me this one.” I said and snapped my fingers and the box pulled out a little bit. 

“Yes of course. However, I can’t give this one to you. It wouldn’t be in your best interest miss.” He said.  

“Alright. At least let me see it.” I said. He pulled the box down and opened it. Inside lie a wooden wand that was carved into with leaves imprinted into it. Gold flakes throughout the wand and a green emerald at the bottom. Except it was missing something. Like a key. Funny enough I stole something from my aunt. It belonged to my mother. I picked up the wand and immediately the man looked upset. 

“Miss I don’t think you should touch it.” He said.  

“Oh I just want to see something.” I said and looked at him. I pulled my ring off and in the bottom a little green emerald was on tucked on the underside of it. I pulled it out and lined it up with the chipped piece. It fit perfectly and with it tucked into place the wand was attached to my hand. I looked at the person behind the counter and he looked at me with his mouth gaped open.  

“Miss where did you find the chipped piece?” He asked.  

“It was my mothers. I don’t even know who she is but,  I took it from my aunt who tried to keep it from me. How do you have her wand?” I asked.  

“The wand appeared out of thin air one day. It was always beautiful to me but, you are the only one who has ever asked to see it. How strange. Are you sure it was your mothers?” He asked. 

“Yes, I just don’t understand as to why it would be here and not in the united states.” I said and he nodded.  

“Wow, that is crazy. Anyway what is the total?” Ron asked.  

“Well, this is rightfully hers. If it were her mother’s I can’t make her pay for it. Take it miss. I mean it. Please take what is rightfully yours.” He insisted.  

“Well, thank you sir. I greatly appreciate your generosity.” I said and his face paled.  

“Thank you miss. Just be careful.” He said turning away from us.  

“One more store. Then we should get back to the house.” Ron said. They walked me over to the broom store.  

“Wait. I don’t think I can go in there.” I said.  

“Why not?” Ron asked.  

“It’s just something in my gut is telling me not to.” I said.  

“Oh you will be fine come on now.” Ron said and smiled. He grabbed onto my arm and pulled me into the building. I felt a weirdness in my stomach but right away something came flying towards me. What the hell.  

“Miss are you alright?” Someone asked.  

“Yes, but it is strange that this flew at me like that.” I said.  

“Well maybe it wanted you. Sometimes that happens. It’s not often. Rather it is rare that it happens with brooms. Maybe that one wants you.” He said again. I looked at the price and thought it was a bit much. I mean it looked like it was not worth that much.  

“You can haggle with me if you would like dear.” He said.  

“You don’t want that one. That one is a bit wild.” Ron and Harry said.  

“Oh hush boys. Let the lady decide what she wants.” The man said.  

“No, just hold on a moment.” I said. I looked at the broom fairly carefully. It has the same carvings as the wand.  

“Look the carvings are the same.” I said and the boys looked at the wand and the broom.  

“Wow. Maybe this was also her mothers.” Ron whispered. Again this is weird that her stuff is here and not over there. I don’t know anything about my mother or father. Maybe she was originally from here. It would return to where she was born I think. I am not too sure though. I mean come on why else would it be here. There is no way it would be here unless she was from here. It wouldn’t matter where or how she died it would return to where it came from.  

“Are you alright?” Ron asked.  

“Yes I am alright. Just curious is all. Sir how did you get the broom?” I asked.  

“It kind of just came to me one day. I don’t remember to much because it hit me in the head.” He said and looked down.  

“Look I would be willing to take twenty quid for it.” He said. That is a major discount from the ticketed price.  

“Okay that is fine.” I said. I went to grab what money I had of my own in my pocket but it wasn’t quid.  

“Do you take any other form of money?” I asked.  

“What do you have?” He asked.  

“I have dollar bills.” I said and pulled out my wallet and showed him. They weren’t just any dollar either. They were one of a kind misprints. Surely here they would still mean something.  

“No dear. Those just aren’t any dollars. One is more than enough.” He said his eyes appearing bigger. Okay so I was right they did mean something here as well.  

“What is with the money you have?” Ron asked. 

“Ron look at it.” Harry said and that’s when I noticed it myself. The people on it were moving. How strange. They didn’t do that back home.  

“That’s weird they were just misprints back home. They didn’t move but, now they are moving.” I said.  

“Incredible. We should show my dad. Maybe he has more information on it.” Ron said.  

“Okay I suppose.” I said.  

“Maybe he could find out who your mother is.” He offered. That would be nice. I smiled a bit at the words.  

“That would be nice.” I said.  

Ron and Harry grabbed onto my arms and then apparated us back to the place we were staying. Again that hurt my head more than it should have.  

“Someone here should know something about her if her stuff is here.” Harry said. We all walked into the house and within the corridor Mr. And Mrs. Weasley came out.  

“It’s true. You have her stuff.” She said and held her hand to cover her mouth.  

“Wait you know who my mother is?” I asked.  

“Your mother?” She asked and tears sprang to her eyes.  

“Oh darling. I knew you had a familiarity to you.” She said and walked towards me. Her hand now cupping my face.  

“I am confused.” I said and she nodded. 

“So am I sweetheart. How did you end up in the United States?” She asked.  

“I was born there what do you mean?” I asked.  

“No sweetheart. Your mother well, she had you here just before.” She stopped and started to cry a little. Mr. Weasley held onto her.  

“Y/N, your mother and her were very close. Something happened to your mother just after you were born. We only saw a glimpse of you just after you were born before you disappeared. We could never find you. We are your godparents. We were supposed to take you in and then after a couple years of searching and being unable to find you well it became obvious that something unfortunate could have happened to you. Anyway your mother well she was kind hearted. She didn’t want to tell anyone where you or your father went and paid a price for it. She died ages ago. We saw her wand and broom in the shops and well we tried to get them but, when things dont want you then they make it obvious. Anywho her name was Vergho. Funny enough I am pretty sure you were born in the early days of September making you a Virgo.” He said and looked down. Mrs. Weasleys hands dropped from my face and pulled me into a tight embrace.  

“Mrs. Weasley, surely she would have understood why no one found me. Maybe she had a good reason to keep me hidden. Is she really dead?” I asked.  

“Yes, I am sorry. We can't tell you just how happy we are that you are here. Maybe it was not a mistake you ending up here.” Mrs. Weasley said. Yet I know and I am assuming she knows that this was mearly a coincidence. There was no other way I was going to end up here unless I meant it. The only coincidence was the name of the place sounding fairly similar. I mean there couldn’t be. I don’t believe in “signs” of any kind.  

“Oh dear. Don’t let anyone see your wand if you can avoid it.” Mrs. Weasley said.  

“May I ask why?” I asked quietly.  

“Your mother’s stuff was known by a lot of the professors. I don’t want any of them to get the wrong idea of you. Your mom was kind of a one of a kind deal. Wait Arthur do you think she is like her mother to?” Mrs. Weasleys eyes shot up and looked at him.  

“We will have to wait and see darling.” Mr. Weasley said. He looked at me with kind eyes.  

“What exactly are you referring to?” I asked and they looked at one another.  

“We can’t tell you. That is something you will have to find out on your own. If anyone were to tell you it could be problamatic dear. I am sorry.” She said.  

“I think this has been a long day for all of us. I think you all should go to bed. We will have quite the day tomorrow getting you to the train.” Mr. Weasley said.  

“Wait I thought we had a couple of days left.” Ron said.  

“Ron you always have the days wrong. The load of you go back tomorrow.” Mr. Weasley said. They were truly very kind. Harry motioned for me to follow them and they showed me to another cot in the loft area. No real rooms. That was until Mr. Weasley waved his wand and it became very spacious separating me and Ginny away from the boys. Oh good. Honestly I haven’t had a roommate that was nice before so this was pleasant.  

“Goodnight y/n.” Ginny said and smiled at me.  

“Goodnight Ginny.” I said and smiled back.  

#fanfic #fluff #pov #age difference #severus snape #lucius malfoy #reader #readerxseverussnape #readerxprofessor #multiplepovs #y/n #y/nx #y/n x character #y/n x professor snape #y/n x severus snape #y/n x lucius malfoy #18 #18+ only #18+ content #smut #stroyline #watt #wattpad #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #archive of our own #songs #playlist #Youtube

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Headers de la version light des 8 ans de Dracarys (forum uchronique rpg de Game of Thrones)

Inspirés d’un header d’Elewing

#header #forum rpg #dracarys #naomi watts #heida reed #richard armitage #sarah bolger #asoiaf #game of thrones #y: 2023

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#twin peaks: the return #Dale Cooper #dougie jones #janey-y jones #kyle maclachlan #naomi watts #us

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KAYLA WATTS (jurassic world: dominion)

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“I Got You” (Kayla Watts x Fem!Reader)

| A rewrite of Dominion where Reader is Kayla’s wingwoman and gets caught up in the chaos of the movie with her.

| Reader is always black unless I say differently

| SFW, canon typical action & slightly heftier language

| 1k+ words

| parts: one, two (series masterlist)

You cannot believe the shit that Kayla got you involved in sometimes.

First, you’re driving like bats out of hell through the narrow streets of Malta.

“Baby let’s go!”

You whip around from the fruit stand you’re at, trying to keep a wide berth from the guard parasaurolophus the owner had poorly tied to the wall on the left of him, when you see Kayla burst past you. She grabs your arm as she goes and then all of a sudden you're being dragged.

The shopkeeper yells at you about the fact that you haven’t paid for the bag of fruit you’re still holding, but then something else clearly distracts him because his yelling gets abruptly cut off soon after. You don’t have the option to look back as you resort to following Kayla’s lead, like you usually do.

Your feet kick into gear beneath you and you begin keeping pace with her near instantly, your legs syncing as you book it.

It’s only as you hop into the passenger seat and she slides over the hood to get into the drivers seat that you notice a red headed woman jump into the back too.

It’s only as you hop into the passenger seat and she slides over the hood to get into the drivers seat that you notice a red headed woman jump into the back too.

On instinct your hand goes to the gun at your side but Kayla knocks you on your arm to stop you. When you turn to her she’s plunging the key into the ignition and shaking her head.

You’re starting to get tired of her shaking her damn head at you.

“Don’t shoot the woman, we’re helping her.”

“We’re doing what now?”

The woman yells over your conversation.

“We need to move!”

You turn back to your partner but she only starts nodding her head again as the car roars to life, agreeing with what the other’s said.

Without her having to ask, your hand immediately goes to put the car into gear as she starts shifting the car's wheels.

She takes in your raised eyebrow while glancing into the rearview mirror.

“I’ll tell you later. Right now though we have to deal with-” from your vantage point you notice how both her and the white woman turn and point at a creature you’re now only just noticing is barreling right towards you all.

“THAT!”

Both of their voices overlap over the sound of the convertible’s wheels spinning as Kayla presses the gas, putting the car from zero to 70. You get jolted, back knocking into the dashboard, as the car zips forward and the velociraptor chasing you screeches. The car gives a screech of its own as it’s forced to accelerate faster than it's designed to and Kayla whips it around a bend.

You rush to sit forward, then grasp the door of the car and the seat behind you in a death grip.

“Kayla what the fuck,” you yell.

“I know,” she responds back equally as loud before making a sharp turn to avoid a honking car coming from the left.

She drives straight into another stand and stuff flies into the car as you’re watching the dinosaur through the mirror. In the ensuing chaos of you getting knocked to hell with shipping crates you lose sight of the animal. You keep frantically looking behind the vehicle only for an earth shattering screech to sound beside you. The unfamiliar woman’s scream reaches your ears as it comes at you from the side.

“Shit,” you duck, its jaw audibly snaps at the place your head was just at.

You stare at its jagged teeth that are right in front of you with wide eyes.

Kayla’s body shifts as she throws the car in the opposite direction and the dinosaur becomes too far for its head to stay in the car any longer. You ignore her worried questioning in favor of taking the fruit still gripped in your hand and hurling it into the animal's open mouth as it closes in again.

It chokes and stumbles into the wall you blow past in its shock.

You barely get the chance to sigh out before the car makes air for a few moments. You fly down a long set of stairs and when you land you think it’s a miracle that the wheels don’t knock off of the junker.

They do screech as the rubber burns but you’re still pushing forward as the velociraptor, damn those things are fast, recovers and catches back up with you.

It’s snapping absolutely furious and one track minded as it chases the convertible. You notice, because it was part of your job to notice small details, that the thing might’ve snapped at you earlier but it’s main focus is the back of the car.

You cuss Kayla again in your head for deciding that picking up the first redhead she saw was a good idea before turning to said redhead.

“What did you do to piss that thing off so bad?”

The wind bites at your face uncomfortably as you watch her act stupid until the next snap of its jaw comes and y’all have to dodge again.

You clock two other volociraptors chasing after a motorcycle on the conjoining street Kayla briefly drives through, and then you’ve reached your limit.

You whip out your gun and turn, knees on the seat, to point it behind you. The redhead screams and ducks but you don’t pay her much mind as you start shooting at your actual target.

She’s a problem for later, and since she clearly can’t multitask, you’ll take care of the bigger obstacle first.

Ever since Jurassic World failed spectacularly, and you and Kayla ran into your first dinosaur while taking a job for an underground dealer, you started carrying an upgraded arsenal.

Once you get the thing to slow down, your regular bullets aren’t good for much else than a minor inconvenience against the velociraptor, you start actually planning how to kill it.

You eject the clip currently in your pistol, letting it slide out of the grip and to the floor before reaching for your utility belt.

From the pack on your right hip you pull out the gun clip with specialty scale piercing rounds, and snap it into the magazine

You ensure it’s seated correctly, pull the slide into place and then aim. The trigger moves easy as you pull it, firing.

Every single dinosaur you come across, every single genetic monstrosity, has an incredibly hard exterior, so normal bullets don’t do much to them and piercing ones require you to use a little creativity to work.

It’s because of that that you don’t bother going for its head. You shoot six times at its chest every time you get far enough away to have a clear shot. Four of the six land around the same area, weakening it.

Kayla whips the car hard just as you fire the seventh shot, the one that is supposed to pierce through and hit its heart -or at least close to it, and the bullet goes wide as you fall into her.

“Really,” you yelp.

“Sorry,” she yells at you, not doing much other than pulling her hands from underneath your body to get them on the steering wheel again.

At least she’s not letting y’all crash.

You pull yourself back up and the redhead is shooting at the thing in your place. She’s shooting for the head much more than she should be, but she’s still slowing the velociraptor down so you’ll take it.

The next time you aim you use the redheads shots to your advantage, waiting for her to make it back off enough that you can hit the weakened area you made. The scales have been damaged enough that you can see pink.

Bullet number eight is what gets the dinosaur to finally stop. As the ground under the car’s wheels goes from stone to sand it faceplants into the granular dirt and your heart spurs with triumph.

Or an oncoming heart attack from the stress, who knows.

From the corner of your eye you see Kayla fiddle with her pocket before pulling out the button that controls the hanger doors.

She skids the car to a stop and jumps out, running straight up the still lowering ramp and into the pilot's seat of the big cargo plane. You and the other woman are right behind her, though you realize that the redhead doesn’t fully get inside the plane.

What the hell is she doing now?

NOTE: The logistics of how Reader killed that velociraptor are not important (for my sanity it’s completely possible).

And this is a part of a series. Hopefully you enjoyed.

#kayla watts #black!reader #black y/n #kayla watts x black!reader #•i got you (the series) #kayla watts x reader #kayla watts x black reader #wlw x reader #jurrasic world dominion #jurrasic world imagine #jurrasic world imagines #jurrasic world

[waugh-bao]

@thebedroomblues I think Keith’s thing with the drum kit and staying centered on Charlie as much as humanly possible is maybe the best microcosm for understanding the band dynamic as a whole, or at least the dynamic between him and Charlie.

It all essentially arises from three avenues ->

1. The way they worked in the early years, and where they worked, forced Keith and Charlie into close physical proximity on stage, and Keith came to rely upon it as a way to be centered and a source of comfort.

Which are both aspects of that relationship he’s been very open about:

"I'm probably the most drummer-influenced guitar player around. Over the years, Charlie and I developed a style between us, and a lot of it has to do with the fact that for many, many years I couldn't hear us onstage at all. The chicks are screaming and the band has no P.A. So we developed a way of playing where it didn't matter if we heard the voice or the bass-it was just Charlie and me. I'd be forced right up against Charlie's kit with my amp right next to him. My playing would have been totally different if I hadn't gone through that with Charlie. I developed more and more of the rhythm things and licks because he was really all I was playing to."-1989

“When we're up there it's just like a little cocoon. I'm just with my man here [Charlie] and we make this row together.”-2006

2. Keith sees Charlie as the person who has had the most impact upon his playing and his particular, rhythm focused style. As his source of inspiration, really.

To the extent that he credits him with being his greatest strength:

“I'm tied to a drummer, Charlie Watts, loyal as a rock, and that's enough for me. It's with him that we've built an art of rhythm that's very much our own. Everything I've been able to invent over the years is based on this strength that he brings to me. We know each other so well that we can take every risk.”-2010

And the one who had given him his riffs, which are the basis of his musical character/his most famous skill as a guitar player:

“Also, when you play with Charlie Watts, you've got that amount of swing and rhythm behind you and it's very easy to surprise yourself. Because from my point of view I'm bouncing off Charlie Watts, we're both swapping rhythms, cutting it up, and when we get really cocky we even try and fuck each other up. ‘Aha! Got you, just this once!' You can't do it on your own in an isolated thing. To come up with those sort of riffs you've got to have the drums there, 'cos that's the inspiration. So what do I say? 'Monkey Man', the riff, I got it off Charlie Watts and he doesn't even know it.”-2002

3. He just really loves watching Charlie.

The man literally begged Marty Scorsese to include footage from inside Charlie’s bass drum in Shine A Light:

And he has zero problem bragging about how much he enjoys doing it, nor any hesitance in admitting that that’s how he spends most of his time working:

“He plays with humor too. I love to watch his foot through the Perspex. Even if I can't hear him, I can play to him just by watching.”-Life (2010)

“I've spent half of my life standing just in front of that drum kit…”-2002

“Charlie is the beat I listen to when I play the guitar. His drum pedal kick hole [in the drum kit] is the only thing I see when I'm on stage. He is the only beat."-2012

Watching him, it’s easy to see he’s not exaggerating:

Nor is it hard to see that he’d get a little (or a lot, depending upon who was doing it) violent when someone tried to interrupt his Charlie time:

With regards to Mick often trying to stop him from doing it/redirect him, my educated guess is that it arises from a fundamental difference in how they value the aspects of a ‘great’ rock show. Keith is all about the music first and aesthetics second. That’s why he was always happy to concede stage design and all that stuff to Mick and Charlie, and only insist that it didn’t interfere in their ability to sound as good as possible.

Whereas Mick, while he obviously believes the music is important, is much more focused on the showmanship and business aspect of tours and shows. He wants them to be musically solid and visually entertaining, so that the audience feels that they’ve gotten their money’s worth. So having the famous guitarist in the band show the audience his back for most of a concert, rather than play to them, is a problem.

Plus Keith has a tendency to get carried away (to put it lightly) when he’s left to his own devices with Charlie for too long, and make decisions that might comes across as…odd.

I mean, he bit him.

"I was shooting Charlie from the side of the stage at the Müngersdorfer Stadium in Cologne [in 1982] when Keith decided to join in, eventually biting Charlie's neck whilst both continued to play to an audience of 50,000. Back on the band plane, Ronnie Wood drew a pen and ink drawing of the mimed vampiric encounter that had been spontaneously staged by Keith for my benefit."-Denis O'Regan, 2012

#this is why I 110% believe all the ‘traditional’ analysis of the Stones that say the band is really only Mick and Keith #are total bullshit #the core is Mick and Keith and Charlie #mick says it #keith says it #bobby keys says it #he was just as integral as either of them to building their sound #and absolutely essential to the band having any longevity as a personal/human endeavor #as keith loved to say ‘no charlie no stones’ and ‘charlie is the rolling stones’ #anyway #sorry about that. this is way to ramble-y and pedantic. but i have incurable historian brain #the rolling stones #charlie watts #keith richards #old married band #mick jagger #young married band #quotes #the married trio #middle aged married band #gifs #martin scorsese

[wheresurboytonighthelookslikeenj]

sorry i cant come to class im going insane (getting mad about watts rejoining the constabulary again) yeah i cant help it sorry :/

#its so fucking frustrating because what was the point of it all. the jack plot. #because if anything the jackw atts arc did for watts's overall arc it's that it made him realize just how much the constabulary fundamental #y went against his values and morals and being #and now. we're back #also all my other reasons in the other post but like hgnh #not tagging this time because i have a limit of how many times per season i can get angry in the mm tag before i become insufferable

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You don’t understand. I want to drape myself all over Lucienne’s study table and distract her from work. I want to dress all slutty and present myself to her.

#lucienne the librarian #i fully expect her to just shove me off the table and get back to her work #i want y/n lucienne watt pad fics #i want lucienne

[januaryembrs]

YOU'RE TOO SWEET FOR ME | Spencer Reid x Sunshine!Reader

Request: @avis-writeshq says -

HELLO HELLO jumping on your 2k celebration reqs because 2K OMG SO DESERVED ‼️🫶

may i perhaps request a spencer reid x fem!reader fic please 🥹 maybe him post prison w new reader and she follows him around everywhere because she’s just instantly enamoured to him 🤭

thank you so so much lovely and congrats again !!!

Description: thirteen years in the fbi and ten weeks in prison does a number on Spencer, only when he arrives back in the office he meets the sunshine rookie that seems rather taken with him.

word length: 2.6k (this really ran away from me)

warnings: post-prison Reid, slightest age gap, Spencer dealing with coming home from prison, gun shooting?

authors note: hozier’s new song 'Too Sweet' + post-prison reid is a need, not a want.

He smelled her french vanilla perfume before he even knew she was there. But then again, it was all he could smell the minute she waltzed into the office with a tray of coffee, like someone had stuck a sweet dessert in the oven and baked it on full. 

“Good morning!” She chirped, winding an arm over his shoulder and setting down a take out cup and a little chocolate donut on his desk, “Pen said you like chocolate, and I mean who doesn’t like chocolate, right?” 

She was potent when she was so close to him, and in one single breath he caught a whiff of her shampoo, before she had flitted over to her side of the desk that sat opposite his, where Morgan once sat. Noticing his hesitance, mistaking it for discontent she paused, almost spilling her own beverage over the potted plant she kept by her keyboard, scrambling to set it on the surface.

“Y-you do like chocolate right? I mean they had strawberry too, I can switch yours with JJ’s, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind-” She splurged, and her face was much too worried considering it was a matter of a donut, particularly considering he was already eying up the way the thick chocolate was melting in the pastry bag.

“Chocolate is great, I love…” He held up the bag to read the label with squinting hazel hues, “Cocoa Caramel delight,”

He had never heard of it.

He had never even seen this brand, but he wanted to quell her nerves even in the slightest. The BAU didn’t have the funds for a new keyboard, let alone time to send her to the ER if she ended up spilling her coffee over her hand. 

She seemed convinced, and he offered her a small smile, not exactly his most enthusiastic, but then again he hadn’t been much of a morning person since he’d come out of prison. He liked quiet, he liked a moment to himself before Penelope called them into the round table for briefing. But she was sweet, too sweet perhaps for the dark nature of their job. 

He could already see it chewing up her perky disposition and spitting her right back out within a year. It happened to the best of them.

But she smiled back at him, a million watt grin that made him think maybe he was being a little cruel. She was still brand new, still trying to make friends and he remembered how hard he tried when it had been his first few weeks on the team. He turned his gaze away from her in shame, reading the way she’d written his name on the cup in a pink sharpie, framing it with two doodle hearts. 

She all but skipped away, sensing he didn’t feel like talking much anymore, and he heard Emily exclaiming she was ‘A caffeine angel sent from the heavens,’ as she handed her the drink. He watched her braided hair disappear down the hall as she bounced over to Penelope’s lair. 

He picked at the cocoa caramel delight with a kind of self loathing he was familiar with, the french vanilla still a saccharine sugar in his nose. 

-

She caught him again; though this time he felt her bristle past his arm, watching the bullets pierce the target paper with an accuracy that only came from fourteen years of practice. 

“Do you reckon you could teach me how to do that?” Her cadence was light and airy, and he had to stop himself from jumping, from slamming the butt of the gun into her nose on reaction, because he knew she meant well, even though she had no idea how damaged he was.

He was still out of sorts from having to look over his shoulder at every second of the day, and he was surprised he was holding it together so far. He supposed shooting the shit out of a target helped.

Because it was just her, looking at him with soft eyes and a smile that could start wars, and he knew she had no idea the effect she had on the walls he’d tried so hard to build in prison. 

She must have mistook his look for annoyance, because she was quick to fumble with her own loaded gun, taking a step back in retreat, worried that she crossed some line she didn’t know he’d drawn.

“Or I could get Luke to show me, I didn’t mean to bother you, I just am really a shit shot and I know that’s pretty useless in the field-” It wasn’t until he flicked the safety on and took a step to follow her did she look at him again hopefully. 

“No, I’d be more than happy to show you,” He cleared his throat, setting his pistol in its holster and stepping behind her as she lined herself up for the fake body meant to resemble an unsub, “We all have to start somewhere. Show me your form,” 

She raised her arms up in front of her, aiming for a few seconds for the spot in the centre of the chest cavity, her finger reaching up for the trigger. 

She shot once, her face hardened for the first time he’d ever seen, and they both watched the paper rip about half a foot down the unsub’s leg. 

“See, in my head it’s hitting dead centre and then by the time I shoot it’s wiggling all over the place,” She explained, scratching her neck and frowning at the paper body, “I don’t suppose unsubs are willing to stand still and wait while the rookie figures out her shot,”

“Your hips are perfect, wide stance means you get more stability against the ricochet,” She tried not to simper at his words, or the way he sidled up behind her, his hands coming up to her shoulders as if he’d known her for years, as if JJ hadn’t told her how much he hated other people’s germs, “It’s in your shoulders you’re losing balance, try relaxing a little,”

But she couldn’t not when he was breathing down her neck, rubbing those long fingers over her shoulder blades trying to get her to straighten out her posture, hoping he couldn’t feel the way her chest rattled with nerves. 

“Relax,” He reminded, trying not to chuckle when he felt her shake her arms out as a means of hiding the way her skin had warmed under his rough touch, “You know, my unit chief taught me how to shoot. I wasn’t at all good at it when I first started,”

“Oh really?” She asked, her breaths feather light as he reached around her and adjusted her grip on the gun, “H-he must have been a good teacher,”

“He was the best,” Spencer agreed, brushing off the fact she was all but putty beneath his hands, “Three steps for the perfect shot; front sight, trigger press, follow through. Always keep your head forward, always keep your dominant finger ready, and wait until you’ve shot to drop your stance,” 

She looked up at him in admiration, and her soft smile was back as his own musk of laundry detergent and chamomile soap encompassed her as his arms did. 

He brought one of those big hands to the back of her head, moving her with gentle ease to look back at the target, a slight chuckle in his voice as he spoke: “Focus, what’s step number one?”

“Front sight,” She echoed him, fixing her shoulders with determination as he dropped his hands and stepped away from her. Taking a deep breath, she murmured to herself under her breath the next step as her forefinger rested over the trigger. She pulled it after a moment of courage, and froze in spot as she watched it hit where the stomach would sit. 

Not a perfect shot, but certainly a lot better than she had been doing. 

Her eyes widened behind the thick protective glasses, and her hands became fists above her head as she squealed in delight. 

“Did you see that- did you see!” She yelled over the sound proof ear muffs they both wore, and he was quick to grab the gun out of her swinging arms, clicking the safety on for her before she could end up blowing a hole in the ceiling. 

“Very good, give it a few months you’ll be a natural,” He complimented with a smile as she clapped her hands in glee, buzzing on the spot as if she’d chugged five energy drinks or doubled up on her coffee for the day. 

He tried ignoring the way his chest warmed seeing her so happy because of him, especially when she looked at him like that. 

--

“You said you needed those files, Dr Reid,” She’d appeared again, like she always did, and he had barely enough time to glance up from the paper he was already inspecting before he was hit by the perfume again, and he looked up to see two bright eyes watching him hopefully. Her arms were piled high with easily a box full of folders he had asked Anderson to find for him, and he saw the way she strained slightly to keep them held tight. 

“Jesus! Let me help you,” She prayed he couldn’t feel the way her heart thumping against the manilla folders as he leaned over to take them out of her grasp, the way her eyes fell to his light smattering of facial hair as his lips were little more than a few inches from hers. Even when his hands brushed hers, and he seemed to realise she was staring, watching her scramble to look somewhere else other than his amused eyes, embarrassed he’d caught her, “Thankyou. And just call me Spencer,” 

“Thankyou,” She echoed, shaking her head with a girlish smile on her face, her cheeks warm with humiliation, “I mean you’re welcome, any time,” 

For the sake of her self preservation he waited until she turned around to smile to himself, pretending he didn’t see the way she muttered under her breath, or that she almost walked straight into the filing cabinet on her hasty exit out of the office. 

“Seems like you have a shadow,” Emily’s voice met him as he heard her heeled footsteps approach, and they both watched their newest team mate almost bump right into JJ as she kept her head down, stroking her hair nervously, “She was super excited to meet you when you were away, said she went to one of your guest lectures you did with Hotch a couple years ago,”

His brows shot into his hairline, something warm flourishing in his chest when he saw her peek back to see the two of them watching her, and she immediately darted for her seat for an excuse to turn her back to them. 

Spencer smiled again, running a hand through his curled locks as if he was trying to think of something else other than the joy that had over come his features. 

She certainly was charming, in an incredibly girlish way, and he wasn’t the only one who thought it. He hadn’t heard Penelope giggling so much since Morgan had left, nor did he miss the way Rossi and Emily watched her darting around in the field, chasing after her as if she needed one of those leashes people had for toddlers.

Or the way Luke had had to talk her out of bringing a stray cat back to the BAU just two days ago because ‘it looked sad and lonely’. 

She was only eight years his junior, and yet he felt like the job had made him too hard, too mature, too tough against a softness like hers.

Girls had never really been interested in him, at least not for him as Spencer Reid, not as SSA Dr Reid. He had the occasional fling, even Maeve in the grand scheme of things had been a budding romance at best, and just the thought of Cat Adams viper-like eyes had him shuddering. 

He barely wanted anything to do with women at the moment, at least that was what he’d told himself every night he’d been fighting for his damn life in prison. 

But it was almost too easy to feel this way about her, like he couldn’t drink in her sweet smell or even sweeter voice fast enough, or bathe in her gaze that melted like rich chocolate when he took a glance her way. 

He didn’t bring it up with her until they were the last few people filing out of the office. 

“I can drive you,” She chirped, almost dropping the contents of her bag everywhere as she rooted for her car keys, and before he could protest, because it was like all he could see now was how eager to be around him she was and he wasn’t too sure he could keep himself from opening pandora’s box, she jingled her keys, that of course had crochet bluebells hanging from them and all but danced past him into the elevator. “Come on, you can have shotgun,” 

“I’ll be the only passenger, doesn’t that mean I automatically have shotgun?” He asked, following behind her as she stood in the elevator with a beaming smile, her finger clicking the ground floor button a bunch of times even though it made no difference how fast the doors closed. 

“Well, yeah, but it’s going to be the best shotgun you’ve ever had. I’m talking you can be Miss Daisy and I’ll be your Morgan Freeman,” And as if her spirit was infectious, he shook his head with a hidden chuckle.

There was a minute of silence between the two as she played with a loose thread on her cardigan, and it was then he took the chance to ask her the question that had been burning on his lips all day. 

“You didn’t by any chance go to University of Pennsylvania, did you?” Spencer asked, noting the way her eyes fell to the floor and how she licked her lips nervously.

“Yeah,” She replied cautiously, fingers clenched tightly around her keyring, “I know it’s not Caltech, but it was pretty good-”

“Didn't you see my lecture with Hotch?” He asked, and his smile widened tenfold when her hands slapped over her cheeks that burned with horror, moving quickly up to cover her eyes, “Little birdy told me you were quite excited to meet me-”

“Oh, Emily,” She groaned, burying her face in her palms, avoiding his teasing expression like the plague, “I knew, I knew she was going to tell you, I’m surprised she didn’t tell JJ first, unless she did and our whole team know I was some crazy girl who liked the FBI agents so much she switched her major,” 

“You switched your major for me?” He asked incredulously and he only laughed harder, one of the first times since he’d come home, when she groaned louder, turning away from him entirely. 

“Shut up, I did not swap my major for you,” She bit back, and she finally met his gaze, her expression an embarrassed wince, “I just… liked the material. You were very compelling,”

“Did you have a poster of us?” Spencer wanted to stop teasing, knew he was being a little cruel, but how could he resist when she shrieked in between laughter, shoving his shoulder with mortification.

“No,”

“Did you kiss Hotch’s picture before bed like an obsessive fangirl?” 

She gestured to him vulgarly as they left the elevator and headed for the car park, and it made a huge difference to the usual adoration she watched him with, but maybe, he thought, it made him like her even more. 

“No more shotgun for you, you’re going in the trunk like an old rug,” She snapped, though he could tell she was still horrified by the way she avoided his delighted hazelnut gaze. 

“Like an old rug?” He feigned hurt, but when they sat in her car, she finally looked over at him with something vulnerable and yet affectionate, like he’d seen her for all she was worth. He reached over the console to squeeze her hand gently, not missing the way her palm clammed beneath his and she struggled for words, so he continued for her, “That’s really no way to talk to your idol, you know,” 

Spencer swore his chest felt lighter than it had in months watching her laugh like that.

#spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x reader #dr spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fic #matthew grey gubler x reader

[tecnocompras]

Cual es la diferencia entre potencia en Watts y VA #IA #Tecnocompras #Ups #InteligenciaArtificial

#Cual es la diferencia entre potencia en Watts y VA #IA #Tecnocompras #Ups #InteligenciaArtificial

[malkaviian]

creo que mañana (bueno hoy cuando despierte) publico La Mierda(tm) y los nervios ya me están matando lmao

#terminé preguntándole a una mina con la que hablamos poco y más que nada de nuestros aus sa10u para que me diga qué tal lol #y también porque creo que en parte es mejor alguien que no tenga contexto de mis ocs ya que me va a poder decir mejor si se entiende #y si doy a entender lo que quería. ella lee pero no escribe además así que... dudo que quiera robarme la idea para algo suyo ah #(letengomuchomiedoalrobodeideasasíqueamenosqueestépublicadonosuelodecirmuchodetalledemisproyectosperdón) #hice dos portadas pero creo que voy a tener que elegir la segunda porque la otra tiene Golpes y Cortes (tm) #y existe la posibilidad de que me la tiren abajo sólo por eso; lo cual es un dolor de huevos. #en sí me la pueden tirar abajo por el contenido si alguien denuncia; lo cual me da miedo xd porque watt es medio 🐜 con sus reglas #y mav está muy enfermo para los 🐜s (???? igual he visto un cacho más de gente con sentido común #pero a los menores de t1kt0k con cuenta les encanta meterse donde no son bienvenidos por la etiqueta de 'MADURA'. welp #igual bueno; me queda ao3 si mi plataforma principal falla. pero para eso tengo que traducirlo al inglés también + no me conoce nadie #así que nada; mucho probar supongo. pero eh; no me bajaron blood stained lies; que es la segunda historia más fuerte que tengo #y digo segunda porque esta es peor lol pero se supone que los del fandom de dr deberían tener thicker skin. igual tiene 🐜s but u know #a una escritora que sigo le tiraron un fic 0m0rash1 lel y ella supone que fue por denuncias. lo cual es estúpido si es así #siendo que tiene un fic fuerte posta. pero bueno. watt es 🐜 pero también te permite cualquier mierda mientras no denuncien #o puedas esquivar las etiquetas 'prohibidas' a lo t1kt0k (que encima creo que sólo aplica para el idioma inglés #tipo me acuerdo que una vez busqué 'incest' y no salió nada. busqué 'incesto' y salieron 20 millones de historias kjsfnksdjn) #muy linda la administración del sitio la verdad. organizada; certera y confiable #en fin nada me voy a morir 👍 pero ojalá salga todo bien. sino voy a llorar(? son mis ocs son mis hijos:c mucho más personal todo #y aunque suene chistoso por eso publico ahora que terminé el primer cap y empecé el segundo. usualmente escribo 4 o 5 antes de publicar #pero tbf quiero ver las reacciones antes de seguir con esto. para saber cómo se prosigue #(si es que prosigo y no me hace terminar deprimide comiendo helado con el gato al lado y sin escribir por 5 años(?)) #lilith whispers

[sunlightmurdock]

Hey, Neighbour! | DBF!Jake Seresin x Reader (18+)

Synopsis: Jake’s been having a problem recently, and when the power goes out next door, everything quickly comes to a head.

Warnings: dad’s best friend trope. Age gap. Reader is in her mid-20s, Jake’s around 40. Obviously unbalanced power dynamic. No use of Y/N. Reader’s dad has a name. Mention of reader having a piercing. Smut. Pure filth and pining. Smut. Oral (f receiving). Unprotected pinv. Creampie. Jake has no respect for his best friend’s furniture. Choking briefly. Please comment / Reblog, it’s greatly appreciated. Wc: 8.5k. Minors dni, you will be blocked.

…

Jake clicks the television off and pushes himself up from the couch, joined by his shadow of a German shepherd called Ace. They walk together to the sound of the meek little knock at his front door, Jake’s gym socks padding along his dark wood floors along the way.

It’s late. Too late for whoever is at his front door to be bearing good news. He twists the door handle and pulls it open, rolling back his aching shoulders. This late at night, he has a good idea of who’s going to be standing on his porch.

As expected, standing there and shivering in your dad’s coat and a pair of slippers, is exactly the last person that Jake was hoping to see.

You see, Jake has had a bit of a problem since he moved in to this neighbourhood.

Quite a substantial one, in the grand scheme of things, and one that seems to just be getting worse by the minute.

Suburbia was meant to be Jake’s reprieve from his bachelor lifestyle. His escapades have been worrying his mother to death for going on two decades now, and it came time that even Jake agreed that it was time to wisen up about his love life. With all of the deployments, and all of the time away from home, it had been beyond easy to never fall into anything serious. By the time he was twenty-nine, Jake’s longest ever relationship was two and a half months, which was alarming given the number of women he had encountered by then.

Two things happened that sent Jake here, to this cute little cul-de-sac in suburban San Diego, one — Jake’s job became more secure, and guaranteed that he would spend at least ninety percent of his remaining career here on the west coast. Second, he proposed to a woman. A beautiful woman, that he was so sure he was going to spend the rest of his life with.

She liked his house, it looked like the one her parents had raised her in. So, he bought the house and he bought a dog, and swore that he was going to try to settle down. Six months later, it was just him and the dog. Payton apologised profusely, and she’d apologise even more if he ever ran into her again, he just wasn’t right for her.

Things weren’t so bad though. Jake and Ace liked the peace and quiet, and the guy next door was actually pretty cool. Jack, the airline pilot with a mean golf swing and a great nose for the best sports bars in town. He’s a little older than Jake, with a hell of a lot more to show for it, including three grown up kids.

It’s been a couple of years now, and Jake’s practically part of the family. He knows everything there is to know. He’s there on birthdays, holidays, emergencies — he loves this family. But he has a problem.

His problem was manageable at first. So, Jack’s youngest daughter might have caught Jake’s attention at first. You were visiting home from college and you had stepped out of the car in a tight little pair of shorts and a tank top, and Jake just happened to be standing in Jack’s garage, helping him with a little project, when he first saw you.

And you were funny. Right away cracking some joke about Jake’s less than adept approach to projects around the house. Jake had laughed out loud without even meaning to, and then you’d turned your head and hit him with that mega-watt smile. Bringing new meaning to the term beaming.

God, that pretty fucking smile.

Your humour dances lightly on the nerves of others, like Jake’s, but sweeter. You’re well behaved and back then you had had a dreamy boyfriend who was in pre-med. Perfect in every way.

Even more reason for Jake to keep his hands to himself.

You were Jack’s kid. Jake wouldn’t ever cross that line. It’s just that sometimes… he had to remind himself of this boundary.

He hadn’t ever been close friends with someone where that was even a concern, and truthfully, he had been unprepared for meeting you. In all of the stories Jack told him, you were this cute little kid. Standing before him, you didn’t quite match the image he had of you in his head. This was truly uncharted territory.

Truth be told, there were times when Jake wasn’t so sure you wanted him to hang back. Even when you were still bringing that boyfriend of yours around, Jake caught the way you looked at him.

The way you tug those glossed lips between your teeth and grin around the straw of your drink.

If he was a better friend, or a stronger man, he might have been able to nip his little problem in the bud right away. He had tried, and you were living away from home then, so it was easier. But last month, you had moved back in with your parents and Jake’s life has been nothing but stress ever since.

On occasion, Jake thinks of how he would have to plead his case if someone discovered how he felt. You just don’t know what it’s like when she’s looking at me, man. I swear, I tried to stay away from her, I did.

It’s not his fault that Jack asked him to watch you while your folks were away on that cruise.

Jake’s gaze finally flickers back up to your wounded, hurt baby bunny, expression.

“What’s the matter, cutie? — You alright?” He reaches for you with one hand, gently grabbing at the crook of your elbow and guiding you towards him. That sad little look on your face tugs at his heart strings every time.

“Yeah, I just — I plugged in my phone charger and all the lights went out. I think I tripped a fuse,” All exasperated and frustrated at once, you push your hair back off of your face and frown at him. “Could you come take a look at it for me?”

Jake’s throat grows thick. Under your dad’s heavy work coat, Jake can see the thin white tank top you’re wearing and the blue checkered, boxer style pyjama shorts. But Jack asked him to take care of you.

“Yeah. Of course I can,” Jake nods his head and reaches down to tug at Ace’s black woven collar. “Come in a sec. I just need some shoes.”

There haven’t been too many occasions where you have been inside Jake’s place. Your dad comes here a lot and you’ve been sent over to collect him before dinner on occasion, or to deliver Jake some leftovers.

It’s warm inside, and it smells like woodsmoke and leather. He’s been burning the candle that you got him for his last birthday. You inhale softly, shrugging the coat closer to your body.

In the times that you have been over here, you’re always surprised by how tidy he keeps the place. It’s not what you would have expected of a single guy living all alone.

Jake pulls some sneakers from a tidy shoe organizer disguised to look like an end table and crouches down to put them on his feet. Leaning over, something catches his eye between the heavy fleece of your dad’s unzipped work jacket.

“Did you get your bellybutton pierced?”

The question startles you, drawing attention to the fact that you had been craning your neck and trying to get a look into Jake’s living room. You turn your head, blinking as Jake straightens up and takes a step towards you.

He reaches out and before you know it, his warm fingers are stretching out across your chilled, just exposed navel. His thumb brushes over your soft skin, brows drawing together as he examines the dainty jewelry pushed through your skin.

Swiftly, you take a step back and his hand drops away from your body. “I’ve had it for years.”

There’s a silence between the two of you. Jake’s going to be kicking himself for that for weeks to come. He shouldn’t have reached out and touched you like that. He shouldn’t be commenting on things your father wouldn’t approve of. You’re too grown up for that.

“Huh,” He clicks his tongue, reaching just past your side to grab his house keys from the dish by the door. “C’mon, kid. Let’s go take a look at those lights.”

The shuffle of your slippers cuts through the awkward silence as you cross Jake’s front yard and into yours. It’s late November, and a cold night in particular too. Standing in just a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, the evening chill makes Jake’s arm hair stand on end. As you walk ahead, your back to him, Jake wonders if it has the same effect on you.

Thinking about his best friend’s daughter’s tits. He wishes the shame alone was enough to knock the thought out of his head. He wishes you hadn’t moved home. He wishes you weren’t leading him into your dark, empty house right now.

The entire house is pitch black, but Jake tests the hallway lightswitch in passing anyway. He notes the dubious look you shoot him back over your shoulder. Then, he passes by you as you stop to take off that big coat. It’s not something he wants to hang by and watch.

It’s cold as his shoulder brushes yours, and not just because it’s November. You swallow thickly, staring after him until he disappears into the dark. Your feelings towards Jake are complicated.

Well, they’re not. Your crush on him isn’t the innocent middle school crush that you used to have on an older figure, like a teacher. No, this is far from doodling his name in your journal. This man, and his thick, ridged abs and golden chest hair, is working his way into your dreams.

After the break-up, you had sworn off men for a while — and that was the right decision for you. But, it left certain parts of you yearning. And Jake’s right next door. From your bedroom window, you’ve got the perfect view into his backyard. The same backyard where he’ll work out in the blazing heat, sweat glistening along his tanned skin, along the ridges and valleys of his muscles.

No, this crush is far from innocent. It crossed the border into indecent weeks ago, the first time that you touched yourself thinking about him. It wasn’t your fault; he was tempting you.

You had returned home from work to find Jake hanging out in the living room with your father, not unusual, and you had joined the two of them. Your dad had started with a playful comment about Jake. Jake had returned the favour with a witty remark about your dad. You were just joining in on the fun, poking playfully at Jake’s age.

All too suddenly, he had turned sharply to you and pinched the soft skin between your ribs and hip, leaning dangerously close with a smirk on his face that made your head spin. In fact, you still remember the way your mouth had hung open as Jake had breathed out a chuckle and shot you that playfully warning look.

“You think you’re funny, huh?” He’d challenged, that eager look in those wild green eyes, his cheeks dimpling just slightly, fingers pressing into your side.

Since then, you can’t help but think of him closer, and closer.

“Jake, wait!” You call, dropping the coat onto a hook and kicking off your slippers, starting to rush after him. Jake cranes his neck to look back at you over his shoulder. “You should probably show me what you’re doing. Y’know, in case it happens again.”

“Sure. Come here,” Jake jerks his head for you to join him, extending his hand for you in the dark of the utility room. You swat around until your fingers graze his, falling silent at the brash way he grabs hold of your hand and drags you closer. Your ass briefly brushes his thigh as he guides you in front of him. Jake steps back, clearing his throat. The little red dot on the fuse box illuminates his fingertips as he reaches past you. “This is the switch you want, don’t mess with anything else or your dad’ll kill you.”

The corners of your lips twitch. There are plenty of things your dad would be furious with, if he knew you had done them.

Jake’s fingers curl around the switch. His cologne fills your nose. His massive bicep is inches from your cheek, and everything feels like electric as his other hand comes to rest on the bare space between your shirt and your shorts. You’re trapped between him and the wall in front. If you would push your hips back just an inch or two…

“So, you flip the switch off to reset it,” Jake’s voice is all gravel from yelling at the young pilots he instructs, and shouting over the top of loud music in bars. It drifts past your ears and makes you want to shiver as his fingers curl around the plush of your hip. “And then you flip it back on for the power.”

Suddenly, the lights come back on in the hall outside of the utility room. Jake’s got you cornered against the fuse box really, and with the washer and dryer to your side, the only escape would be to rush out into the hall. You’re not quite ready to make that move. You can hear the amusement in his voice. He can feel the way you’re burning with awkward embarrassment in front of him.

“Oh.” You say quietly. Jake chuckles from behind you, his hand trailing about an inch higher, taking some of the fabric from your tank top with it, pinching playfully at your newly exposed waist.

“Happy to help, kid.” He’s already drawing back, his hand pulling away from your electrified skin, the sound of his shoe hitting the floor and alerting you to the fact that he’ll be leaving before you even know it.

“Could I ask you for one more favour?” You turn to face him, biting sheepishly on your bottom lip.

“Sure. What is it?” He’d retile your entire bathroom for you if you asked him to. That’s what makes him wish he was a better friend.

There’s an art to the way you bat your lashes at him, knowing better than to get too close or put your hands on him. Just that deep, pleading look in your eyes is more than enough. “Will you finish watching my scary movie with me? — Kinda… freaked me out a little bit when the lights went out, is all.”

“… Yeah. Yeah, I guess I can hang out for a little.” You’re a good kid, and it’s just a movie. He can’t leave you over here all by yourself, scared out of your mind, now, can he?

Jake wonders if this is what your father had in mind when he had asked his most trusted friend to just be there for his daughter while they were away.

That same, trusted best friend, sitting on the couch with his chin propped up against his palm, and that daughter’s head resting against his shoulder. You could have sat over on the other end of the couch, or even in your dad’s armchair, but that defeats the purpose of asking Jake to stay.

“Fill me in. What am I missing here?” Jake asks, mostly to fill the silence. His arm stretches along the back of your couch, his knees parted obnoxiously and his neck awkwardly straight to minimise risk of him laying his head against yours.

Your hand comes to rest against his middle, eyes focused calmly on the screen. “So there are two timelines. The present, and flashbacks to like… maybe ten years ago. Ten years ago, the family bought this mirror, and…”

Jake’s fingers inch their way into your hair, trailing softly over your scalp. Your fingers brush over his middle as he massages your scalp. He listens to you explain the plot of the movie like he isn’t thinking about the way your nipples are pressing through the white fabric of your tank top.

“Freaky mirror…” Jake muses over the concept of the plot, squinting his eyes at the screen, his fingers slowing to a halt in your hair as he turns his head to look at you. “You gonna be able to sleep okay tonight if we watch this?”

You meet him back with a sheepish grin and an innocent shrug of your shoulders. “Well, I already started, so I need to see that it ends okay, or I’ll be freaked out.”

“Alright. Just making sure you’re not gonna try crawling into my bed tonight after you have a nightmare.” Jake teases, pushing his knees further apart and sinking down into the comfort of the grey fabric couch he helped the movers bring in here last August.

He didn’t push you away when you sat right next to him and curled against his side. He reached out himself and stroked his fingers along your stomach.

Confidence surges through you like a wave, swelling big enough for you to giggle and press closer to him. “Come on, would that be such a bad thing?”

“What did you say?”

The swell has passed and the wave crashes just like all the others do, breaking over an otherwise calm sea. You swallow softly, growing exceptionally still.

“I was just kidding—“

Jake’s fingers leave your hair and curl instead around the nape of your neck. He turns his head, attempting to get a look at your face. “No, no. Say it again. What did you say?”

You shake your head, pressing it closer against his toned stomach. “I was just joking. You wouldn’t mind it that much if I had a bad dream and had to come sleep in your bed.”

He’s quiet for a moment and the movie draws tense. The main character is creeping around in the dark, the music is building, and Jake’s far too quiet for your liking.

“Don’t joke about that.” Jake says quietly.

“Okay. I’m sorry.” You answer him, hugging your cheek into the dark fabric of his t-shirt. That way, there’s no chance of him seeing the shame on your face. Going after your dad’s best friend— you should be ashamed of yourself.

Jake rubs a palm over the stubble on his jaw, trying to focus on the screen in front of him. This movie can’t possibly take much longer.

He knows he has upset you. You’re uncharacteristically quiet, and he can feel you trying to sit still. He shifts his hips a little, reaching out and resting his palm against your waist.

Your brows draw together as the main character bites into the apple she was eating and glass shards drop to the floor in front of her. Jake feels your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt. Sweat beads on the nape of his neck.

His thumb swipes back and forth over the inch of bare skin on your hip.

Jake glances down at you. Laying against his middle like this. It feels all too natural. He isn’t even paying attention to the movie. Truthfully, the only thing on Jake’s mind is how soft your skin feels against the pad of his thumb.

Imagining how soft your body would feel in his palms, every inch of your skin in his capable hands.

You gasp as the camera pans to the main character’s bleeding mouth, and the shattered lightbulb in your hands, twisting your head and burying your face in Jake’s shirt.

Jake flinches, his attention drawn back to the screen as his fingers curl into your skin. His face twists in distaste, groaning at the gore on the screen.

“Shit, you weren’t kidding about this being freaky.” Jake mutters with a soft shake of his head, shifting uncomfortably as his fingers massage at the pillowy skin of your waist. He swallows thickly, eyes dropping down to the way you’re nestled just above his waistband. He tries a weak chuckle, mind racing for something to lighten the mood. “What am I meant to do if I’m up all night after this, huh?”

You laugh softly against his stomach, pressing closer to the warmth of his rigid torso. Jake stares at the screen as he feels your open palm brush over his abdomen, fingertips grazing the waistband of his sweats by mere millimeters. He strokes your skin, setting his knees further apart by an inch.

Even with the score of the movie in front of you, everything feels so quiet. Even with the floor lamp to your right and the table lamp to your left, it all feels so dark. It all feels so slow. Truthfully, you imagine this is as close as you’ll get to understanding what it feels like to tightrope across Niagara Falls.

One misstep, a strong gust, the loss of balance in any capacity and its all over. The best friendship that your father has ever had, thrown away because you made a pass at a man far too old for you to begin with.

Then, Jake’s fingers break their almost surgically precise pattern. The tips stretch just slightly under the fabric of your tank top, reaching for the silken skin of your stomach. It’s brief, before they retreat to the safety of circling the skin that you’ve chosen to expose. You drop your gaze, watching all five of his digits follow their intricate pattern, and stretch under the cotton white of your top once again.

Maybe Jake notices that you’re watching him, or maybe he finally notices it himself, but he stops all at once. Fingers pulling back to rest platonically against your hip, green eyes trained seriously on the television, his lips stretched into a flat line.

“It’s okay,” You whisper without turning your gaze away from the screen. Jake doesn’t look at you. He feels your fingers brush across the top of his, curling through the digits, linking them together. “It’s okay, Jake. You can. I won’t say anything.”

Your parents aren’t going to be home for another eleven days. What’s Jake supposed to do until then, ignore your existence? — Avoid you entirely?

He wants this, and you’re on to him, giving him permission.

“Honey,” It’s caught somewhere between a sigh and a groan, an exhale of restraint and desperation all at once. He wishes he could at least pretend he’s half interested in this movie. “Don’t talk like that.”

Your brows draw together, eyes going wide as a child in the movie creeps through the house, headed for the master bedroom. Bloody sheets on the bed. A smashed plate on the floor. Jake’s hand gripping your hip. The child inches forwards, the music swells, a chill rushes down your back. In frame, the little girl rounds the edge of the bed and someone leaps out, bloodied and frenzied. Jake hasn’t been paying enough attention to gather who.

Neither one of you will care in a few moments.

The surprise makes you jolt, leaping up from your spot against Jake’s stomach, sitting upright all of a sudden, grabbing onto his forearm for support.

“It’s alright, cutie,” Jake breathes out in soft amusement, rubbing a heavy circle on your back. That’s the first thing he called you. When he’d seen you struggling to lift the icebox in the garage. Let me get that for you, cutie. And now, he has the nerve to pretend like it’s just you that has led the two of you here. “Maybe we should turn it off now, huh?”

Your heartbeat is already thudding in your ears and there’s no way you’ll be able to sleep after any of this. Fuck it. You turn, brace your palm against his shoulder, and take the dive.

Jake has thought about what those pretty lips feel like. Every time they stretch upwards into those pretty smiles, each time you sink your teeth into the bottom one. He should be prepared, in theory. Is there any way to prepare for something like this?

“Sweetheart…” Jake mutters against your lips, eyes screwed shut, hands reaching out for your hips. Pained, he gives a slow shake of his head. “Come on, we can’t do this.”

“But do you want to?” Your lips graze his. He feels the way you arch your back, knocking your chest into his, angling yourself in a way that just begs him to grab hold of your waist and drag you into his lap. You close your mouth, pecking softly at his still lips once more. “If you didn’t know my dad… you would. Right?”

Yes. Of course he would. He would be insane not to. He’s driving himself insane trying not to.

“But I do, and… and he trusts me.” Jake turns his head just slightly, but his hands reach for you. His big hands find your hips and grab onto them tight, hard. He just holds you right there. There’s got to be some kind of way he can regain some of the power here.

“I trust you.” You tell him, kissing his jaw tentatively. Delicate fingertips skim along the throbbing vein on the left side of Jake’s throat, reaching for the nape of his neck. Soft, slow kisses lead a trail to his earlobe, passing plains of stubble and angled bone. “I know you won’t hurt me, and I know you want me. It’s okay, Jake, I want you too.

“Fuck.” Jake swears, dropping his head forwards to rest against the curve of your shoulder. His fingers dig into your hips harder and harder. By the time Jake drags you forwards, his grip is so tight that you would have no choice but to follow. You fall into his lap, lips parted and eyes wide as Jake’s deep pine coloured eyes study your face.

You wait for him to speak again, but he doesn’t. Not for a long time. His fingers stretch up from your hips, reaching under the fabric of your tank top, extending across your bare abdomen. He stretches the brushed cotton further, taking it up with a gentle touch.

“Your father would kill me.” Jake muses as his fingertips graze the underside of your breasts, his eyes solely on your face. You smile back at him, only partly because your father is an airline pilot who couldn’t bench half of what Jake does on a good day.

“I won’t tell him if you don’t.”

Jake grits his teeth. It has started to rain outside now. That storm that channel four had promised is starting to roll in. The movie will be over soon. The rain will be the only sound on this entire street. This house is completely empty, beside the two of you. He exhales through his nose and pushes his hips up. He’s half-hard under you, and giving you another disapproving shake of his head.

“Little fuckin’ minx…” Jake curses you, his words fanning out across the span of your exposed neck, hot and cold all at once. “You get off on teasing me like this, or something?”

A smile works its way across those pretty lips. Jake could see more of that smile than he sees sunsets and he would still be pretty damn content. Your nails rake softly through the almost buzzed fade at the back of his head as you give a shake of your head.

“Well, it’s not teasing if we take care of it,” Your shoulders rise and fall in a soft shrug as Jake’s fingers trail further upwards, taking your tank top with them and exposing your breasts to the cool autumn air. The rattle of the air conditioning unit that your dad tells you not to mess with reminds you of the real culprit as your nipples harden and perk with the exposure. You lean back, bracing each of your hands on Jake’s knees, arching your chest out, letting Jake see the newly exposed skin. “If you’ll let me.”

His eyes are pretty when he smiles. When he’s staring at your tits, they’re hooded and hungry, a shade of green that threatens to draw you in and hold you captive. What a happy captive you would be. His hands grab at both of them at once, squeezing roughly at the supple flesh.

All at once, his mouth is on yours too. He’s sucking at your bottom lip, growling into your mouth. He smells of smoked wood and he tastes of scotch. It paints half of a picture. A lonely man sitting in his home alone on a Saturday night, burning a candle given to him by a girl half his age and drinking liquor older than he is himself.

You’re straddling his hips now, your bare thighs squeezing into the fabric of his grey sweatpants, pulling yourself closer with each hungry kiss. Jake’s touch is experienced, expert; he pinches softly at your nipple, anticipates the way your mouth will draw open in a soft gasp, and licks into your mouth the second that it does. He sucks softly at the tip of your tongue, revelling in the feeling of your soft breasts in his hands.

“Arms up.”

You’re such a good girl. The way that you comply with a wordless grin and bite at your lip once the tank top hits the floor has Jake in even more trouble than he was before. He kisses softly at the space between your tits, pushing them together in his hands, opening his mouth and pressing his tongue into your skin.

Men like boobs. Big boobs, small boobs — your shared gossip sessions with friends in college always led to the same conclusion, men don’t care. They bite, suck, grab regardless of size. It shouldn’t be anything new. But then Jake reaches your left nipple. His right hand palms at the underside as his tongue swipes in a circular motion, just before his lips clasp around the sensitive bud.

You know he’s watching you through those esurient green eyes, but you find yourself playing right into his capable hands anyway. Any leverage you may have had in seeming like his charms don’t work on you are washed away with the dulcet tone of your first moan. It spills from your lips, your nails pressing into the nape of his neck as Jake sucks expertly at the sensitive skin.

He pulls away with another ravenous exhale, something between a sigh and a groan. His hands feel heavy on your body as they paw at your chest with a capability you’ve never encountered before. His cologne is expensive and mature, a smokey blend that has you intoxicated and enthralled. His mouth is wet and eager, but oh, so slow as it explores the areas of you he has dreamt about.

The rain outside is growing heavier, like it’s learning to mimic the deepness of each of your breaths. The movie must have finished by now. Neither one of you is going to check.

His stubble prickles, rough and masculine, abrasive compared to the adept caress of his tongue. His right hand grabs forcibly at the nape of your neck, drawing the sweetest little squeak from your already open lips. You knew he would be better than the guys you’ve been with before, but not like this. He hasn’t even touched you yet.

Jake’s lips seem to pinpoint each and every nerve ending in your chest, sucking and licking at your skin through feverish kisses. The tenderness seeping away each time a breathy moan falls from your mouth, fanning out against his clothed shoulder. He pulls away from the top of your breast with his teeth, already knowing, in his years of experience, that that’s going to bruise.

Jake lifts his head, letting his eyes drift shut as you lean forwards and press your mouth to his neck. He can feel your nerves in your trembling fingertips, in the way your chest shivers when it brushes his, in the way your lips suck at his pulse point. But you’re doing so well. Dragging your lips along the length of his neck, biting softly at the skin just above his collarbone, feeling him shiver at the sensation.

“Off.” You demand, grabbing at the bottom of his t-shirt, feeling him grin against your jaw. He complies wordlessly, grabbing at the back of his shirt and yanking it over his head.

You’ve seen Jake shirtless plenty of times, wandering around his property or opening the front door without shame. You’ve always wondered what those muscles, that dusting of golden chest hair, would feel like up close. Forgetting that you’re being watched, your hands explore his toned torso. The line down the middle of his stomach, the sharp divide of his collarbones, the swell of his pecs.

“What’re you thinking?” Jake asks, brushing your hair back from your face tenderly, concern coating his features.

A bashful smile spreads across your cheeks as you watch your fingers ghost along the thick muscle of his shoulder. “That you’re really hot.”

Jake breathes out a chuckle, reaching up and grabbing at the back of your neck to cradle you against him as he pushes up from the couch and turns quickly, planting you on your back and covering your body with his.

“That smile is gonna get me in big trouble, sweetheart,” Jake wastes no time in pressing his mouth to your stomach, holding you by your waist as he sucks filthy kisses into your skin to mark his path downward. “You know that?”

“I know.” You answer back, just to tease him this time. Jake stops at your waistband as you giggle, looking up at you through hooded eyes with a devilish grin on his face. He drags his teeth across your hip, hooking his fingers into the sides of your shorts and tugging them down your legs.

“God, honey, you weren’t wearing panties this entire time?” Jake exhales, eye-level with the most intimate part of you and completely unashamed. Your mind fumbles for an answer, lips getting into position to finally respond when he leans forwards and licks a stripe through your soaked core. Then, he moans. His hands grab fistfuls of your soft waist and he goes in again, lapping hungrily at your excitement, groaning against your sensitive skin.

“O-Oh… Jake.” Your voice trembles, knees trying to press shut around Jake’s broad shoulders. He grabs firmly at your thigh, closing his lips loosely around your clit, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud and making you jolt against him.

“Yeah, honey?”

“That feels really fucking good.” You tell him, closing your eyes finally.

“Attagirl. Just hold on, girlie, I’m gonna get you there.” He promises without once diverting from his apparent mission. If he’s as devoted to the Navy as he is to making you cum at this exact moment in time, the military is lucky to have him. You’re soaked, excitement pooling between your legs. Jake already knows he’s going to spend tomorrow cleaning this couch, and he wishes he cared enough to make better decisions.

“Look at this,” Jake breathes out as his gaze falls back down to rest between your legs. He couldn’t care less about the fucking couch. You swallow hard, practically aching for his touch. You’ve waited so long already. His index finger dips between your folds, his brows raise as he gathers your excitement on the tip of it. “Making such a fuckin’ mess for your old man’s best friend. Dirty fucking girl.”

He can’t see the way his words make you grin, but he can feel the way you reach for his hair and tug softly at those blonde roots, begging for more. He’s more than happy to give it to you. Jake groans against you, working his tongue in soft circles around the throbbing bundle of nerves. His eyes are still on you. Your eyes are closed — if you look him in the eyes then you’re going to get all embarrassed, and you’ll be damned before you let someone ruin how good this feels. Especially not yourself.

Jake’s hand trails up your naked torso, pawing at your rising and falling tits as you pant into the chilled air, sweat beading on your skin.

He’s gentle between your legs. More gentle than he could be. Pressing his stubbled mouth firmly against your core and working his tongue against you, each languid movement making you keen into him. The tip of his nose bumps your clit periodically. It feels like your head is spinning.

Dragging his mouth back up to your sensitive, throbbing clit, his free hand slides between your legs, he dips the tip of his index finger into you, then slides it in up to the knuckle and curls. Just testing the waters. It’s enough to earn him a moan, enough to have you grab a fistful of his short blonde hair, ensuring that he doesn’t get ahead of himself and lose pace with his mouth.

He slips his ring finger into you alongside his middle whilst his tongue works confidently along your core and back up to your clit. He lets go of your thigh and rests his forearm across your stomach, keeping you nice and still for him. Maybe he should feel ashamed of himself for how much he’s enjoying this.

All of those times he enjoyed the sound of your laugh, and sat with the afterthought of how much he’d enjoy the sound of your moans. It’s hard to be ashamed when it turns out he was right.

He scissors his fingers inside of you, making you gasp louder this time, pulling against him. You tug at his roots, he moans against your clit. You both shiver, and not because of that now thundering storm. Jake’s tongue flattens as he drags it along your core. He pulls his fingers from you and puts them immediately to work, taking over the pace on your clit, burying his face between your legs, curling his tongue into you.

Jake growls against you, his cock growing now uncomfortably hard in the confines of his sweats and his fingers and mouth switch places once again. After all the time he has waited, he doesn’t deny himself the pleasure of looking up at you, writhing at the feeling of him between your legs. All that does is make his sweats feel even tighter again. His fingers fuck into you mercilessly, curling and twisting, making you keen into his touch and arch your back and gasp all at once.

You cum with his name on your tongue and your fingers in his hair. The comedown feels like weightlessness. Jake doesn’t bother to ask if that’s the first time a man has made you feel like that, the adoration in your eyes as he comes in to kiss your mouth tells him everything he needs to know.

His mouth tastes like you, his chin is wet with your slick and his cock is straining against the grey cotton of his sweats, pressing in to your stomach. Jake’s fingers brush your hair back softly from your forehead, a sudden calmness in the green of his eyes as he studies the peaceful euphoric smile on your face.

“We don’t have to go any further—“

“Stop trying to be a gentleman.” You huff, lifting your head and kissing him hard, hooking your legs around his waist. Drawing him closer, you’re both painfully aware that the only thing stopping him from touching you is his sweats. “I want you.”

Jake pauses for a moment. Rain slams against the windows, and the television goes dark as it passes into standby mode. His hands squeeze softly at your waist, eyes darting downward at your naked body under his. He would be a damn idiot to say no to everything he has been fantasising about.

“You keep condoms here?” He breathes out.

Your eyes light up before him, gleaming with mischief. You give a confident nod of your head as a cunning little smirk spreads across your lips.

“There are some in my parents’ bathroom,” You can tell right away that he doesn’t like that idea, but that’s okay, option two was by far your favourite anyway. “Or, you could just cum in me. I won’t tell.”

“Jesus Christ.” Jake drops his head forwards to rest against your naked chest, panting out a dry laugh. His fingers bruise into your middle as he starts to consider the choices that have led him here. Once he feels composed enough to look you in the eye again, he lifts his head and squints seriously. “You did not just say that.”

“I want you to. I’m on birth control anyway.” Long gone is the nervous girl standing on his porch and asking him to fix her lights. There’s a devious, lustful look in your eye and Jake’s pretty damn sure there’s magic in that look. All he knows is that it could make him do just about anything you asked of him. “Please?”

Jake swipes his thumb along the curve of your jaw, studying the depths of your irises for just a moment. He leans forwards and kisses your bottom lip, sucking at the plush skin, pulling away with his teeth. You swallow as he sits back, pushes his sweats down his legs and frees his swollen cock. From under him, you’ve got the perfect view.

Every ridge and valley in those impossible abs, each follicle of hair that lines his tanned chest, trailing down below his navel and sitting neatly around his pubic bone, trimmed just as neatly as his navy-standard hair cut. His cock is a good size, considerable even when he’s got one of his large hands wrapped around its base. Wide too, throbbing red at the tip, bending just slightly to the left.

Just looking has your mouth running dry.

Fisting his cock, Jake sits back on his heels and lets his gaze fall down to your glistening core once again. He looks down at your pretty face, then lowers himself between your legs, pressing his chest into yours, kissing you dizzyingly hard.

“You want it?” Jake asks one last time.

“I want it.” You answer him, smiling softly back at him, squeezing your thighs around his hips.

You’re looking up at him with such trust in your eyes that Jake can barely stand it. His heart thuds in his chest as he guides the tip of his cock between your folds, hesitating just briefly. There’s already no coming back from this. There’s no way to make up for the things he has already done. You’re so special, and he wants this so bad.

Your mouth sucks softly at his throat, quiet, pleased sounds spilling from your lips as he grinds the tip of his cock against your sensitive clit. Jake kisses your shoulder softly, then lowers his head to rest there as he drags his cock down to your warm entrance. You gasp softly as he presses into you, pushing forwards until he’s buried and stretching you open completely.

“Oh,” You whimper against his earlobe, pressing your nails into the swell of his shoulder blade. “You feel really fucking big.”

“So fuckin tight.” Jake grunts, his throat thick with desire as he stills inside of you, thumbs bruising into your hips. “Sweet fucking girl. Feel like you’re made just for me.”

This makes you smile into the curve of his jaw, humming in soft agreement as he starts to slowly rock his hips. Lightning flashes outside of the window, and it doesn’t matter one bit. The rest of the world is a million miles away. In here, it’s just the two of you.

“Oh fuck,” Jake shivers, eclipsing your throat with his hand, pulling you in for a heavy kiss, licking into your mouth as he drags his hips back until it’s just the tip. You gasp sharply against him as he snaps his hips forwards until he’s buried into you completely once. “Fuck. You like that?”

“Yeah. I want it like that.” You whimper into his skin, hugging your legs tight around his hips. You moan eagerly against his lips, the sound catching in your throat as he squeezes at the sides of your neck and drives his hips forwards sharply, drawing an excited squeak from your parted lips.

Jake grunts, rocking himself into you hard and fast. He’s waited so long for this, and so have you. The way you’re clawing at his back makes him want to give it all to you. Leaving feverish kisses along your collarbones, he fills you over and over. You curl both legs tighter around his waist, leaning your head back as far as you can against the couch cushion to give his lips better access to your throat.

The living room is filled with the sounds of your sex. Your desperate moans, panting and hard. Jake’s pleasured grunts, muffled softly by the curve of your shoulder. His skin slapping yours. It smells like him, smoky and mature. Sweat beads along his back and his forehead as he keeps up that merciless pace, fucking you so hard that you couldn’t tell him your own name anymore.

Jake pulls back just enough to grab the backs of your thighs and pin them to your chest, hooking your knees over his shoulders, filling you even deeper than before, making you cry out.

“Jake!” You beg, babbling incoherently into the curve of his shoulder as he goes right back to the pace he set before. Fucking you hard and fast, scrambling your brain to the point that the only thing on your mind is the ravenous way he’s staring down at you.

Your walls are squeezing around him perfectly and the sounds you’re making are just driving him insane. It’s been a long time since Jake felt as crazy about someone as he feels about you. He pants into the crook of your neck as his fingers tug at your hair, making you moan out even louder.

“I’m gonna cum — fuck, honey,” Jake grunts out like he’s been punched, his eyes screwing shut as he reaches between your bodies and rubs uniformed circles around your clit. “Are you close? — Can you cum one more time for me?”

“Yeah,” You breathe out, already trembling as you squeeze your thighs tighter around him. “Just—“ You don’t have the words, so you just reach out and grab his hand. Jake swallows hard as you wrap his open hand around the column of your throat and look up at him with that big, trusting look in your eyes again.

He grits his teeth as he squeezes at the sides of your throat, watching your sweet face contort in pleasure. Your hand dips between your legs and replaces where Jake’s had been, rubbing feverish patterns on your clit. Your stomach tightens in knots, your breathing grows heavy and Jake’s cock drives into you at just about the perfect angle each time. You open his mouth to warn him, but it’s already too late. You couldn’t find the words if you tried.

All you can do is grab onto those thick shoulders and cry out his name against the salty skin of his neck. Jake slows just slightly, offering you some reprieve through your sensitivity. Trying to be a gentleman once again. The brain fog starts to clear, you lift your head and press your lips to your earlobe.

“Cum in me,” You pant out, grabbing his shoulder to steady yourself. Jake groans against your chest, nodding his head feverishly. “Just like that, Jake, please.”

He’s relentless, fucking your through the sensitivity of your post-orgasm haze hard enough that grabbing onto those broad shoulders is the only thing that keeps you down to earth with him. Jake groans desperately. He wraps an arm under your back and pulls you as tight against him as physics will allow. You gasp softly, taking your lip between your teeth as he fills you, his cock throbbing against your walls. He seeks out your lips and kisses you hard, somehow more desperate now.

“Fuck, honey…” Jake breathes out, pressing a lazy kiss to the curve of your jaw. He makes no effort to move at first. “You alright?”

“Better than alright.” You answer contentedly, a soft smile toying at your lips as lightning flashes outside once again. Jake chuckles tiredly, lifting his head and kissing your lips.

He sighs, moving slow as he slips out of you and looks down at his cum dripping from between your legs.

“Oh, shit!” You realize, sitting up quickly and trying to reach around Jake for something to clean it with. He hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you tight against him. Truthfully, from the moment that you had laid your head on Jake’s abs, you hadn’t thought once about the consequences of fucking him right here in this spot.

“Forget it, I’ll — I’ll fix this,” He tells you calmly, already regretting that he’s going to have to live with what he has done on this couch. “Come on, cutie. Let’s go take a shower.”

It’s clear that this is foreign territory for you. Not the sex, but what comes after. He didn’t get up and leave. He didn’t run away with regret for what he did. He ran soap across your body and found your pyjamas for you.

You swallow softly, walking to sit on the edge of your bed. Jake runs a hand along his stubbled jaw as he lingers in the doorway to you room. You can’t help but notice that he got dressed again. Including his shoes. He looks you over, sitting there in fresh pyjamas, staring at him with that worried little look on your face.

He hasn’t ever seen your room here. It’s probably the one room in the house he has never been in. He’s been wondering what it’s like.

But that isn’t why he’s standing there. He sighs softly and crosses his arms over his chest.

“I should go — I mean, Ace is over there by himself.” Jake says quietly. You nod at him. You should probably say something too, but truthfully, not all of your words seem to have come back into your mind yet. “Are you coming with me?”

“Huh?”

“Well, I don’t wanna leave you over here by yourself after that weird ass movie.” Jake answers you with a shrug of his shoulders. “I figured you could just spend the night. If you want.”

Your mouth twitches at the corners as you push yourself up from the edge of your bed, nodding eagerly at him. You’ve got eleven days until your parents get back in town, and Jake permitting, you’re planning on making the most of that.

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Headers pour la version dark des 8 ans de Dracarys  (forum uchronique rpg de Game of Thrones)

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