#fic: indiscreet

[bluestripedspeedo]

Indiscreet - 05. In the Mood for Love Pairing: Writer/Producer!Javi Gutierrez x you (Hollywood AU) SERIES MASTERLIST

Chapter summary: This is it. The Big Moment. Chapter warning: NSFW, NC-17, mature, no minors allowed. Discussion of safety, oral (both you and Javi), PIV, dirty talk, daddy kink (not the DDLG kind), age gap (mid 20s and mid 40s). Word count: 9.8k

Playlist: Dress - Taylor Swift So It Goes

Author's note: I had this in the queue two years ago, then life got in the way and I abandoned it. I've decided to return because I feel I have a responsibility to finish what I started, so here it is, the very long awaited smut chapter!

I've also decided to tweak the previous chapters a lot because I've changed as a person in these two years, so it's better to reread those first, as a refresher too. When I first started writing this, it was going to be about a pandemic/quarantine romance - it was initially inspired by The Bubble's premise anyway. But... that's old news now, and I don't feel like going back to that space of mind. You fall in love under different circumstances now.

Enjoy and apologies for my absence. I promise to be here more often!

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Day 9

The wrap party is held at the villa where you’d been filming for the past week. All of the cast and crew members are present except for one glaring absence – Dieter Bravo. He’d left the set faster than Óscar could even announce it’s a wrap. In full costume, no less.

Javi has to do something about that. Dieter’s a brilliant actor, that’s undeniable, but his public image hasn’t been positive lately. Hunger Strike helped him sweep the awards season, and if Dieter could be a little more professional, Javi wouldn’t mind pushing the campaign for his work in this too. He’s lucky he physically resembles Javi a little… As long as Javi keeps writing self-insert characters into his scripts, Dieter will always have a job waiting. 

The dinner part of the party is over – people are scattered around the garden mingling and draining the last bottles of champagne and making plans for the few days off until work resumes in London.

“Óscar,” you sit down between him and Javi. They have settled on the chairs they dragged to the corner to overlook the sea while they drink and smoke. “I’m gonna go with those guys. They’ll drive me back.”

Your head nudges towards the group laughing boisterously on the steps of the villa. Some are crew, some are your co-stars that you’ve been working with since the start of the production, and some are new local actors hired just for the duration of the shoot here. They’ve made such a tight knit group you’re surprised that they even asked you to come along at all.

“Taking the party elsewhere?” Óscar asks.

“Yeah… we’re going to Saint-Tropez.”

“We could go with you. If you want.” Javi carefully masks his hopeful tone.

“We’re gonna hit up some clubs...”

“You’re way too old for that.” Óscar slaps Javi on the shoulder.

“Right,” Javi drinks the rest of his cognac in one gulp and pours another, since he’s not going anywhere tonight by the looks of it. “Might displace my hip on the dance floor or something.” 

You laugh. “You’re good. It’s just… I never went out with any of them, so… could be fun.” 

“Oh my God, go, we’re not your parents,” Óscar shoos you. “Just be on the boat on time tomorrow. And ask the others, too.”

“Will do, Dad.”

Javi chokes on his drink and Óscar snorts. He gets up when the cinematographer and boom operator drunkenly call for his attention. “Have fun, kid.” 

“Take care of yourself. Don’t drink too much.” Javi says once Óscar is safely out of hearing distance. He didn’t see you drinking at all during dinner despite the free flowing alcohol and now he suspects it’s because you’ve planned on going all out for the after party. He doesn’t mean to be controlling, but he’s supportive of your intention to cut back and he doesn’t really trust that party crowd to look after you. Not that he thinks you couldn’t do it yourself, but it would give him a peace of mind if you were going to be inebriated.

“Yeah, don’t worry about that. I just feel like I should go. They’re my castmates. I haven’t spent much time with them, or even at all.” All thanks to the man sitting across from you, but you have no regrets. “And, you know, networking.”

“We both know you don’t have to worry about that anymore,” he grins. “Where are you going? Do you know yet?”

“No, but probably something really cliche like Les Caves or VIP.”

“Is Elise coming too? I don’t see her.”

“She left. Like ten minutes ago. Don’t ask me how I know and don’t tell anyone, but she’s following Dieter.” 

Oh, shit. Javi’s eyes go wide. 

“Hey, don’t ask.”

Javi is incredulous. Is he that oblivious to even his actors now? He’s on set most days and he always keeps a closer eye on them to anticipate any on set drama. He’s known them both for as long as he’s been in the industry and he usually could get a good read on these things. Takes one to know one. Maybe he’s really been that distracted.

“What about Ross? Is he coming with you?”

“Yeah. Why?” A coy smile slowly forms on your lips.

“Nothing. I heard he asked you out.” He looks away from you into the distance. 

You fake a gasp. “Were you eavesdropping on me?”

“He was pretty damn loud about it.”

“Then you know I told him I have a boyfriend, right?”

“I thought so. The way his face fell. If only he could emote that well on camera.”

“Javi! That’s mean!”

“You know I’m not wrong.”

He’s right. You might be new, but you figured a while ago Ross couldn’t have been cast for his talents but rather his heartthrob status for maximum PR.

“So who’s the boyfriend?” Javi playfully side eyes you and you nudge your knee to his. “Can’t be me, too old for that.”

“Uh huh. Let’s see…” You pretend to think. “Man-friend? Lover?”

Javi groans and makes a face.

“Ooh, I know,” you look at him seductively. “Daddy.”

“Careful.” Fuck.

“Wow… I…” your eyes widen. This is definitely interesting. “...can’t wait to explore that.”

“It only sounds hot coming from you.”

Your breath catches in your throat. “Any cute nicknames for me?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He throws you a teasing glance. “You could’ve found out an hour from now, give or take.” You look at him in question, so he continues. “I have a whole surprise planned – had.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“‘Surprise’ being the key word there, babe.”

“I could tell them–”

“No, forget I said anything. Go have fun.”

“But–”

“Honey. We can’t exactly hang out with each other’s friends, so when you have the chance to be with them, you go, okay? I’ll be fine.” He might be seeing things but he swears he sees your eyes tear up… with relief. Why do you need permission so badly?

“Okay. I’ll see you later?”

“I can’t promise I’ll still be up. I’m ooooold.” He leans back on his chair, taking his time to admire you in your low cut dress under the guise of having a casual, professional conversation. 

“Hm, so is it your idea or Óscar’s to go to the casino tomorrow? That’s some old people shit.” The lightness comes back in your tone.

“Noitsnot.” Javi answers too quickly.

“Yeah, right. Looking forward to playing the jackpot?”

“I’ll have you know I’ll sweep you at poker.” 

“If you say so. I’ll make sure to wear something interesting to distract you.”

“That’s cheating but I’ll allow it.”

“And meanwhile,” you shift so he could get a better look at your cleavage. “Think about what could’ve happened if you’d told me your plans first.”

“Ah, so my usual thoughts. That’s easy.”

“Yeah, mine too.” Your voice drops to a whisper. “I didn’t come last night, daddy.”

He suppresses a groan. “Jesus fucking Christ.” 

“I had to. You made me so wet.” 

“I offered to take care of you, baby.”

“I know. That’s why I didn’t come. I wanted to wait for you.”

“Fuck.”

“Well, now we’re even. See you tomorrow.”

You get up and leave to join your friends, leaving him hard and wanting as he pulls out a new cigarette. 

✧✧

Day 10

You are positively trying to kill him today. As if the thought of you touching yourself right under his room wasn’t enough to make his balls about to explode, now you’re lounging in the red one piece that drove him crazy a couple of months ago. He tries hard, very hard, to look at literally anything else. He hopes no one notices how long he’s been ‘taking pictures’ of the oceanic view. 

And it gets worse. When it’s time to dress up to the nines for the night, he puts on a light blue suit jacket, but you… you go beyond what you promised. You arrive last to the casino and in that moment, it’s as if everything in the room stops. It stirs something in him too when he sees people checking you out as you walk past them. 

“You look so handsome.” You tell him once you’re close enough. Óscar had gone straight to the high rollers table upon arrival, taking a few crew members on his dime. But Javi’s content with sitting around nursing his drink, waiting for you.

“This isn’t fair.” He gives you a quick once over.

“You like it?” You’re not usually one to wear something so revealing, but Javi makes you bold. You were saving this up for a proper date with him back in London, but there’s no time like the present. You can’t even be shy about showing so much because you need to elicit his reaction.

“It’s fucking fantastic.”

“You should see it on the floor.”

He drops his head and sighs heavily, then he points his drink towards the slot machines. “One round and we’re leaving.”

“What happened to poker? Are you chickening out?” You challenge him.

“No, but it takes much more time.”

“Excuses, excuses…” From here, you can see Óscar in your line of sight. “Why don’t we leave after he wins? Then he’ll be busy with the next round to notice us, right?”

“That’d be a while. He sucks.”

“Go and help him, then. Oh, how are we getting back?”

“We’re not. I’m getting us a suite.”

“I don’t know about that. It’s a lot less private around here. People talk.”

You’re right, and logistically it’s more difficult to explain both of your absences for the night and potentially tomorrow morning. The yacht isn’t an option, either.

“Let’s Uber, then.”

“Yeah, we can’t do that. It doesn’t work here.”

He studies your face while he calculates his options. “Sit tight, I have an idea.”

✧

The ‘idea’ turns out to be buying a fellow gambler’s car with his winnings. Of all things you expected to happen today, finding yourself in the backseat of a Pagani was not one. Javi was a few hundred thousand short but he didn’t think the guy cared that much. From the way he had been gawking at Javi and Óscar since they walked in, he probably would’ve given it away for free. His immaculate taste in cars was just a nice bonus. Plus, the color matches his suit. 

“I just have to send his kids some signed merch and arrange them a tour of the Beskar set. Great deal, huh?”

“You billionaires are weird.” You shake your head in amusement.

He starts the car and the revving attracts a few passersby. “What did you tell Óscar?” 

“That I’m tired and everyone else is busy having fun. He didn’t even blink.”

“Let’s hope they’ll keep him occupied ‘til tomorrow.”

The two of you ride in silence, enjoying the vast view of hills and sea, away from the city lights. Javi is relaxed and concentrated, and it gives you a warm, calm feeling seeing him this way.

“It’s been a long time since I drove a sports car. This is a vast improvement from the last one, though, definitely.” He looks over to your side, clearly enjoying his time. “Better looking passenger, too.”

“Pfft, come on! So cheesy.”

“I’m serious… It was with Nic.” Javi says with a chuckle. “You should’ve seen how everyone was looking at you.”

“Can’t say I noticed.”

“Hmm-mm. They were.”

“Did you like it? Or were you jealous?”

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

“I get jealous when I see other women checking you out. I’m not too proud to admit that.”

“But they don’t hold a candle to you. So don’t worry.”

“Same here. Don’t want anyone else.”

You caress his arm up to his shoulder where he turns his head to give your hand a kiss. Then you lightly travel down to tug at the buttons on his stomach, then his belt, then the zipper of his pants… you let out a soft moan when he involuntarily bucks towards your hand. Feeling brave, and to his surprise, you cup him over the material and he lets out a heavy groan. 

“Behave, baby. You keep that up and we won’t make it there.”

“Okay, but drive faster. Feels so heavy, Javi. I want it all in me. Make it fit.” Turning him on turns you on.

His hands on the steering wheel turn white. “Fuck yes baby you’re gonna take it. Wearing that dress like you’re begging to be fucked. I knew everyone in there pictured your bare tits.”

Oh. Your jaw drops. That’s… unexpected. You squeeze him in response and he immediately takes away your hand to clasp it above his knee.

“You’re so fucking naughty. Teasing me every day.” Javi’s deep voice drops a few more octaves and it makes you squirm. “What happened to waiting, hm?”

“I can’t. I’m tired of fingering myself to sleep, every night.” 

“Yeah? What did you think about when you did it?”

“Yours in me… mine aren’t thick enough, Javi,” you sigh from your own admission. “Your tongue. Feeling your mustache on me. You stretching m–”

You gasp when Javi suddenly grips your hand tightly. You’ve never seen Javi look this intense before. His nostrils flare, his eyes darken, and his breathing becomes so heavy you can hear it in the silence. 

“Want you fucking my mouth, daddy,” you continue, making him grip you again to the point of almost hurting. 

“You–” His mouth forms into a snarl. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You bring up his hand that grips you to run his thumb along your lips to nibble on it. You do the same to each finger, eyes looking at him putting all his effort into concentrating on the road ahead. He finally turns his head when you slip his middle finger past your lips to the knuckle, giving it a languid, sensual suck. A teaser of what’s to come. 

“Fuck, baby. You have to stop.” Javi lets out a moan as he focuses back on the road and you keep swirling your tongue around him, rubbing the underside back and forth as if it were–

You have an idea.

You hope you won’t crash and die on these hills. 

Your other hand makes a quick work hiking up your dress and your mouth lets go of his finger and you guide your hand and his between your thighs and–

Javi lets out an angry growl when his hand meets your soaked panties. “You get this wet from talking?”

“It’s you, Javi…” He starts rubbing you through the material and you throw your head back on the seat, moving your hips along with his movement. 

Then you have another idea.

You recline the seat, shimmy your ruined panties off, and drape your leg over the console to spread yourself open. The cold that hits you is nothing compared to the warmth of his massive hand so close to your center. Javi’s eyes look like they’re about to bulge out of their sockets. He can’t see you clearly in the dark, but he can definitely feel your wetness on the leather. 

“Please, Javi… I don’t wanna wait.”

Javi mutters something under his breath, his one hand on the wheel shaking. He didn’t plan on doing this here, or even tonight. He was going to surprise you with a private dinner the other night, and tonight he only wanted to take you back to the villa just so you could stop pretending you’re just coworkers when work is already done - for the time being, anyway. He thought it would be PG at best, but… he’s not complaining. But he’s driving, and he’s thisclose to losing control. 

But on the other hand, is your exposed pussy begging for his touch. And Javi’s only a man.

So Javi decides to be a gentleman and give you what you ask for. He starts by running his hand over your mound, groaning at the smoothness. Then he moves his hand further down and spreads your wetness over his hand and yourself, fingers parting your lips along the way. You don’t dare to look down because even a mere glance of Javi’s hand working on you would make you come, you’re sure of it. 

But you do anyway, just as his finger starts to rub your clit in circular motions, making you fall back on the seat with a loud moan. He continues and puts more pressure as you squirm and writhe, restrained by the seatbelt across your torso, keening sounds filling the small space.

He wishes he could watch you. Maybe he should pull over, get you off, then drive again after you’re both satisfied? But he really doesn’t wanna do it in a car that hasn’t even been his for an hour. You deserve better, somewhere more comfortable, even when you’re so desperate now.

Luckily the GPS says they’re only 5 minutes away.

5 minutes too long.

“Javi…” your pleading moan takes him back into the situation at hand, and he gets the hint. You need more. 

So he gives you more. His middle finger prods your entrance and enters you without warning, making you bite your lip in pleasure. Your two that usually keep you busy on many lonely nights is nothing in comparison to his thick one. His knuckles on the steering wheel go white when you clench around him as he tries to find your spot without even looking in your direction. 

3 minutes.

Should he, or should he not make you come? It’s fucking hot, seeing you grip the armrest and your toes curling, hearing you loudly cry when he adds another finger, the squelch of your pussy equally as loud as your wanton moans to his ears. DRIVEDRIVEDRIVEyouresocloseDRIVEsoclose

The GPS doesn’t even get to announce your arrival before he carelessly parks the car in the driveway. His fingers leave your core to your dismay and he doesn’t give you a moment before pulling his seatbelt off and lurches on to you, grabbing your face in a passionate kiss and smearing your wetness on his fingers on your neck. 

“Javi…” you try to get a word in between kisses. “Let’s– let’sgoinsidebaby–”

Reluctantly he pulls back from you, eyes as dark as the night. With a heavy sigh, Javi exits the car and helps you out, your panties forgotten on the floor.

✧

Javi opens the front door and doesn’t even get to turn on the lights when a moaning sound from somewhere inside freezes you both.

“Óscar…?” Javi tries, as much as he knows it couldn’t be him. The moans persist and turn into groans. “Uh… stay here. Call security, please, honey.”

“NO!” 

“Dieter?!” Javi says incredulously to which the man answers with another groan. You close the door and follow Javi to the living room.

“Hey, man. Sorry to crash.”

Dieter is passed out on the couch, hair strewn in every direction, barely dressed in a pair of boxers and a wrinkled green bathroom robe. He’s holding a corked bottle of wine that threatens to slip out of his grasp that he clearly struggled to open with his bare hands before. By his feet is a spilled, empty glass of whatever he was having and an unlit joint that already burned a hole through the velvet material. It’s a shitshow.

“How did you even get in here?”

“I climbed. Your security is shit.”

“Yeah, thanks. Why are you here?”

“Why are you so pissy?”

At that moment, you come into his view and Dieter’s reddened eyes stare at you quizzically before noticing your smeared lipstick… and your see-through front that you try to cover as much as you can with your very small clutch.

And then he has the audacity to drop his gaze onto Javi’s tented lap.

“Oooooohhhhh. No fucking way. You’re so dead.”

“Hi… Dieter.” You try to meet his eyes so he wouldn’t look anywhere else, particularly your… private area.

“Holy shit. Does Óscar know?”

You glance at Javi who keeps glaring at Dieter in anger. His patience is running thin.

“Dieter. What. Are. You. Doing. Here?”

“I got high and Elise threw a fucking fit because I was balls de– I was with my PA. Don’t look at me all judgy like that. You’re also tapping this hot piece of a–”

“Shut up!” Javi barks. “Don’t talk to her like that.”

“Chill the fuck out, Javi.” Dieter rolls his eyes and gives you a salute. “Great dress… beautiful dress.”

“Stop.”

“Okay. Damn.”

“Go back to your room, Dieter.”

“Can’t. She’s in there.”

“That’s your problem.”

“You go and fuck each other’s brains out. I’ll sit here and be quiet.”

“Out, Dieter. I give you ten seconds. Ten.” Javi starts counting.

“Really?”

“I’m getting a drink.” You announce to no one. Luckily there’s a throw blanket on the nearest chair and you’re able to swiftly cover yourself in it.

Dieter gets up and stumbles right behind you to the kitchen. “Great idea!”

“Hey!” Javi’s growl echoes throughout the house and he stalks after Dieter, grabbing him by the collar of his robe. “Nine.”

“Let go of me, man.”

“I’ve had it with you, Dieter. You got arrested, you ran off set, you mess around with my crew–”

“Oh and that rule doesn’t apply to you?”

“No, it doesn’t. I make the rules.”

“Yeah? I thought Óscar does.”

“Eight, Dieter. Watch it.”

“Hey, I never asked.” Dieter smirks at you. “How old are you? Twenty?”

“Four years ago, I was.” You tell him nonchalantly at the same time that Javi says “don’t answer him.”

Dieter looks over his shoulder at Javi and barks out a mocking laugh. “You have one year to leave him for Leo. Nice.”

“That’s it, we’re done.” Javi’s grip tightens on Dieter’s robe and he starts to drag him back out. All this male posturing is really wearing you off. You can’t take this back and forth between them anymore. This was supposed to be a fun night for you. 

“I have seven more, don’t I?”

“Just… let him stay, Javi. I’m tired anyway.” You let out an exaggerated sigh and fill up another glass with water and put it on the kitchen island, motioning to Dieter that it’s for him. You bury your face in your hands, softly massaging your temples while Javi goes to stand by your side with his back facing Dieter. You reach out until you find his hand and you squeeze it softly, silently assuring him it’s not his fault.

The three of you stand around in silence while Dieter sips his water and Javi eventually stops clenching from anger. When he’s done drinking, Dieter finally looks like he knows what guilt is.

“Sorry for ruining your night.”

“Hmm.” “No shit.” You and Javi reply in unison.

“You two gonna tell Óscar about this?”

“None of your business.” Javi turns around to face him with a finality in his tone. “And whatever is going on with Elise, sort that out before we’re back to filming.”

“I don’t have any more scenes.”

“Yes, you do.”

“I’ve told you I’ve taken up that other job.”

“What other job?”

“Cliff Beasts.”

You snort and raise your head. “Cliff Beasts? Really?”

He shrugs. “Money’s good.”

“Use that for rehab.” Javi snarks.

“Who else is in it?” You sincerely wonder. You were too young to watch the original in theaters when it came out, but the franchise keeps getting more and more ridiculous with each sequel. You keep up just to understand the memes, like everyone does. 

“The entire old cast is coming back. Even Carol Cobb.”

“Cool. Love her.”

“And new people your age. They keep telling me they’re from TikTok. What’s that?”

“Don’t worry about it.” You dismiss his question. He should stay in the dark about that. The world doesn’t deserve to witness Dieter’s shenanigans on that app. 

You rinse your glass and pat Javi’s arm. “I’m going to bed.”

Javi watches you walk away and waits until you close your bedroom door before he scolds Dieter. “You saw nothing, heard nothing. No one will know about this.”

“Okay.”

“One slip up and I won’t vouch for you anymore.”

“Okay.”

“And you’ll be gone tomorrow morning before we’re up. Sort your shit out.”

“Heard you.”

Javi leaves him to go up to his room and he hears Dieter call out a thanks when he’s halfway past the stairs. He has no energy to acknowledge it.

✧

And gone before they’re up, he did. Óscar didn’t even see him when he finally got back around 7 AM and the rest of the day was spent shuffling around to pack. Javi had to arrange the shipment of the new car he acquired too. There was no time to talk about last night, or talk at all, because Javi’s private plane was already waiting on the tarmac for whenever they’re done and ready to leave. 

Óscar is passed out from hangover across from him while you occupy the front of the plane. Busy on your phone, as usual. From his position he can somewhat make out an Escher-looking game. There’s only 30 minutes left before the plane lands in London and he has about 15 before Óscar wakes up.

“So,” he moves next to your seat and speaks in a whisper. “Where are you going after we land?”

“I have to check into my hotel. Why are we whispering?”

“Do you want to just stay at mine? For the rest of the shoot?”

It’s very tempting. But logistically it’ll only call attention to you. You can’t exactly get away with staying at the producer’s house for an entire month. It’s bad enough that Ava knows and now Dieter too. “And tell my PA what?”

“That you’re renting your own place? Staying with a friend?”

“They need to know where they’re picking me up every day.”

“That’s easy. I’ll drive you.”

“Yes, that won’t be suspicious at all.”

Javi sighs in defeat. You’re right, again. Óscar stirs in his seat and Javi waits until he stills again to propose his solution. Except Óscar doesn’t and is fully awake now and asking if they’re there yet.

“I’ll text you,” he mouths.

✧✧

London, three days later 

What he proposed in the text didn’t come into fruition. He’d told you to check in, repack your necessities, and he’ll pick you up to go to his place. Only go to your hotel when you need new clothes. It’s not a bad idea, but it doesn’t matter anyway because you didn’t even get to unpack before Javi informed you that he’d be busy and couldn’t pick you up. 

So you’ve been staying in your room, alone, since you got back, flicking through the script for next week and for a new series Javi sent you this morning. “Ten episodes, HBO. Whichever role you want.” You didn’t have the heart to tell him that it turns out acting doesn't interest you that much and someone else would be more grateful for the opportunity. He also told you he offered Dieter the same project, who accepted it on the spot. But Dieter needs to complete Cliff Beasts first before this starts production, so you have time until then to tell Javi.

Who is now calling you. You pick up on the first ring.

“Hey, baby.” His voice sounds tired and it’s barely dark. He’s been occupied with meetings and prep, hence his absence. “Wanna go for dinner in an hour?”

“I just finished eating room service. We could go for drinks, though?”

“I don’t wanna be buzzed. I need to be up early tomorrow,” he lets out a heavy sigh. “I miss you.”

Your heart aches, knowing the effort he puts into his work and how much it means to him and Óscar. You know how badly he wants his production company to be on par with the big league studios. You know how much thought and research and passion he puts into each of his films. All of that doesn’t even count running his family business on top of everything too - the legal one, the only one that still exists. It hasn’t been the same since a new guy took over from his ex and because of that Javi has to be more hands on in every decision making, or so he told you.

“Miss you too. Where are you right now?”

“Amsterdam.”

“Wait, what?!”

“Didn’t I tell you this morning?”

Definitely no, you would’ve remembered. “No, but– why?”

“Business stuff. Anyway, I’m about to take off.”

“Okay, umm…” You try to think of an idea quickly, still dumbfounded by the new information. “Why don’t you… come over tonight?”

“I’m just gonna disappoint you, babe. I’m so tired.”

“Oh, yeah, I don’t mean– we don’t have to– just have dinner here and sleep. Like, sleep sleep.”

There’s silence on the other hand as Javi thinks it over. 

“Yeah. Sure. Okay.”

Two hours later, Javi rings on your door and you open it in your underwear and a loose t-shirt that doesn’t go past your waist. The way Javi’s eyes widen is so comical that you’d laugh if he didn’t immediately slam the door to pick you up and carry you to the bedroom, his lips finding yours as he does.

“Should’ve brought you with me… missed you so much.”

You whimper as you try to pry open his buttons. 

“I really can’t, baby…” He pulls your fingers off him, kissing each one before he lets go and rolls over onto his back. 

Next thing you know you hear his soft snores. His feet dangle from the bed and he’s still very much fully clothed. 

You give him a chaste kiss and pull the blanket over your bodies and fall asleep too.

✧

You wake up to the soft buzzing of a hair dryer and a ring of the doorbell. The room is dimmed and it’s still dark outside. You get up groggily to get the door and walk past the dining table filled with freshly prepared breakfast. Neat.

There’s no one outside when you open it, but an inconspicuous brown paper bag sits on the floor with a note attached that addresses the package to a ‘Mr. José Estrada’. What…?

“That’s for me, babe.” Javi comes out of the bathroom in a towel folded up to above his stomach and his hair uncombed. It’s… adorable. You’re still not awake enough to appreciate it and merely raise your eyebrows at the name on the bag. Javi shrugs and takes the package from you. “Clothes. Just to be careful. Mornin’.”

He leans down to kiss you but you turn away, muttering about morning breath. He snickers and goes back in to change.

Javi is still in the living room having breakfast when you emerge again, freshly showered too. He’s in a pair of slacks and a white half-buttoned shirt, like he just got home from work instead of going to it. He looks too devastatingly handsome for this early. He guides you by the back of your knees to sit on his lap and you definitely, definitely wobble.

“What are you doing today?” You ask him while he peppers kisses on your neck.

“On set for half the day. Then I’m free.” He pulls back to stroke your cheek. “Stay at my place tonight? I’ll cook you dinner.”

The implication is clear in his eyes. 

✧✧

Of course you didn’t get to find out what he was going to cook for you. What is it with the universe conspiring against you having a wholesome, uninterrupted night with this man? Okay, maybe that’s why, because you’re not really aiming for wholesome. Instead of his house, you’re at Carlotta with him and a few of his celebrity friends, including Dieter and Elise. It’s been three hours and the chatter has gone cold and the wine warm.

“...maybe it’s just like a month off? I don’t know what the big deal is.”

“Apparently the other unions are considering it too.”

“What else?”

“Directors, Writers, Visual Effects, who knows what else. It’s gonna be chaotic.”

You don’t even care what’s being talked about anymore. Someone needs to get the bill before smoke comes out of your ears. You know you didn’t have to be here, of course, but you didn’t want to wait around in your room either and you were hungry. Javi had called you from set to let you know about this last minute dinner that someone arranged in the guise of business networking. Óscar still had scenes to direct and told Javi to go on his own. He knew Javi had nothing to do for the rest of the day. And Javi couldn’t exactly tell him he actually had plans with you.

You weren’t pissed initially - you were enjoying yourself, even. But the two smartly dressed thirty-something women four tables over who have been eyefucking Javi for the past half hour? The statuesque former VS model who sent him a negroni and her Ritz room key? That’s not even his drink of choice, you sneer in your head. Nice try.

You’re not jealous of them, no, Javi is going home with someone at the end of the night and it’s not with any of them. But the way he looks right now and the way that he’s wanted, turn you on so much. That pisses you off. Because this dinner couldn’t finish soon enough.

“I’m gonna drop by Loulou’s after this, you wanna come?” Elise asks next to you. “Ross is already there.”

You look over to Javi… who is signing the check, thank fucking God.

✧

Neither of you even made it to his house last night.

He’d barely parked his car, that ostentatious blue thing, in his driveway when you climbed over the console to sit on his lap.

“Thank you for dinner,” you murmured into his exquisite neck, leaving a mark with your teeth. Tacky, you knew.

“You’re the only one who’s ever said that to me,” he looked at you with a hint of wistfulness. You felt a pang in your heart at his confession.

“Of course I’m grateful, Javi.” You kissed him softly while you twisted the curls around the nape of his neck. “I’ll show you how much.”

Then his phone rang.

And it was Óscar telling Javi to go to his place for last minute rewrites, again.

So regretfully, he had to drop you at your hotel on the way. And naturally this morning you woke up really, really annoyed.

“You know what, this is ridiculous.” You call him over lunch. Room service, again.

“I agree.”

“We should clear out our schedule.”

“Let’s do that.”

“You know I mean yours, right?”

Javi sighs. “I know. I’m gonna sort that out right now. How was your sleep?”

“Eh. I’ve had better. Yours?”

“Shitty. I passed out on the floor.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah. I’m getting a massage as we speak.”

“On set?”

Javi grunts and you snort in jealousy.

“Tell you what. Book a res–”

“Absolutely not. It’s never gonna happen if we go out, Javi. There’s always… something. Like… some kind of weird divine intervention.”

He giggles from the other side. Actually giggles.

“Don’t laugh, I’m serious.”

Which makes him fully laugh. “I’ve cleared out my week. I’m all yours.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Daphne’s or Clos Maggiore?”

“Or.”

“Baby. Come on.”

“Let’s just… have coffee or something casual. That always works for us. Right?”

✧✧

It finally works. You spend the afternoon with him watching a movie at the Electric (and he booked out the entire place) and when you both couldn’t stop fooling around in the theater anymore, you make a run for the car. 

“Yours or mine?”

“Yours. You wanted me in your bed.”

Javi wastes no time speeding to his house. It’s not a long drive, but Javi makes the most of it. He snakes his hand up your dress and rubs your inner thigh, making sure his knuckles brush along your clit while he’s at it. It drives you crazy, and by the time you arrive at his house, you’re already a panting mess. 

He leads you up the stairs and into his bedroom, and you realize you haven’t been in it before. It’s not much of a difference from the room you’ve slept in aesthetic-wise, but it’s much bigger. Easily twice the size, plus a balcony with a small garden and a door that you assume leads to the bathroom and you don’t care what else because his lips are on yours and his hands are all over you as he walks you to the bed, pinning you down on it. 

“I had better plans than this.” He croons into your ear and sucks a spot under the lobe.

You sigh into him. “It doesn’t matter now.”

Javi kisses along your jaw and lightly nips your chin. You grasp his shirt in surprise and he presses you deeper into the bed, making you even closer to him. His weight almost suffocates you, in a good way.

“You look fuckable in this, but it has to go.” He hooks a thumb under the strap of your velvet slip dress, your jacket long forgotten in the car. You nod, giving him permission, and he slips it past your shoulder, then past your tits still covered in a lacy strapless bra, then finally past your hips while he kisses the trail of exposed skin along the way. Javi groans loudly when he’s eye level with your crotch and he sees that your matching panties are soaked and that it’s a fucking thong.

“You are so pretty.” Javi kisses your mound over the material and hooks the string of your barely-there thong between his fingers, as if he’s contemplating whether he should take it off or take you in it. He grabs your thigh and slightly angles you to the side, tracing slowly to the one string swallowed between your cheeks, and his hand lands on your ass with a smack.

“Ah!” You exclaim in surprise and Javi takes the string just to snap it back on you with another light smack. 

“Fucking pretty all over.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet.” You say breathily.

“I know, baby.” Javi murmurs in between mouthing and biting on your thigh and kneading your ass. You’re too busy sighing out your pleasure that you don’t see his other hand about to palm your mound under your panties until you feel it. Javi takes his mouth off of you and sits back on his knees to watch you squirm under his touch.

“Javi…”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I need you.”

“Hmm.” Javi continues grazing his fingers down to your lips, intentionally avoiding where you need him the most.

“Javi…” You fully lie on your back and spread your legs apart. “Take it off.”

Oh, how he’d love to. “I’m gonna take my time, honey.” Javi cups you over your panties and moves his palm up and down your pussy, spreading your wetness on yourself. “You made me wait. Now you wait.”

“Please, Javi. Touch me–”

“I am touching you.”

“I need you, please–”

“Love hearing you beg, baby.”

“Please please please–”

“Please what?”

You’re reduced to whimpering and you buck up your hips to meet his grounding palm. Your arousal is dripping even more now and it drives him crazy that you, the most beautiful woman that he’s ever laid eyes on and he’s wanted since that night in November, is on his bed. Begging for him.

Frustrated, you take the initiative to undo the front clasp of your bra. Javi stops his movements the moment he sees them and you swear his mouth drops open a little.

He’s had several ideas of what they would look like but his imagination doesn’t compare to the real thing. Yours are the perfect size for his hands and so soft under his touch. He runs his hand up between your cleavage before leaning down to take a nipple in his mouth. You writhe under him, arching your back as he nibbles and laps on it and kneads the other one.

“More,” you groan.

“No,” he growls against your soft flesh.

“No?”

“Be patient.” You let out a cry when he bites your underboob. “These are so pretty, baby.”

You moan and tangle your fingers in his hair until he finally takes pity on you. He kisses the valley between your breasts before capturing your lips and you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Javi,” you whisper in between his hungry kisses. “I need t– I need to come.”

“Same here.”

“Touch me.”

“Where?”

You guide his hand and let it rest between your legs, grinding onto his hand again.

“Use your words, baby.”

“Just make me come, Javi. Do whatever you want with me.”

Desperation drips from your words and not only does it make him harder than before, it makes him smug too. He sits up on his knees, taking you in spread out on his bed with a hazy fucked out look on your face. And he technically hasn’t done anything yet. 

He undoes his cufflinks and pushes his sleeves up his veiny forearms. There’s something about the motion that makes him even sexier to you - and it makes you feel that way too. He pries open your thighs further and lowers his gaze down to your still covered pussy. You’ve dripped down onto his bed and he groans at the sight. He takes the strings between his fingers and slowly peels your thong off, much to your relief. He chucks it over his shoulder and drops onto his elbows. 

“You are the most fucking gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.”

You’re about to raise your head to see his face but before you manage to, you feel his tongue on your pussy.

“Oh, FUCK! Oh my god. Javi–” You grab a fistful of sheets under you as he slowly runs his tongue from your clit down to your entrance, and licks around your opening and tries to stick it into you. No one’s ever eaten you out like this before. It was usually one or two pathetic kitten licks before they get up and dangle their dicks in front of your face. No one is as thorough as Javi, who makes you feel his mouth and whiskers in spots of you that you didn’t know existed.

You don’t realize that you said it out loud until Javi suddenly stops and looks up at you with glistening lips… and mustache. You feel a fresh wave of wetness flooding at the sight. This is what you’ve been imagining every previous night before. 

“Seriously?”

You don’t know if he’s confused or upset by what you said. Either way, you need him to go back to what he was doing. “Yes, Javi, please don’t stop.”

“You’re telling me you don’t usually get eaten out?”

“No, uh, not like this. Never like–” Your own moans cut you off as he goes back to pleasuring you and you cry out when you feel his nose bumps your clit. You’re lost in this new feeling. It’s true. Never like this.

But with Javi? Javi is enjoying himself. He eats you out like he can’t get enough and he can’t get to all parts of you that he wants to taste. He’s slow enough for you to feel every movement his tongue is making, but he picks it up at the right pace when he feels that you need more. You feel his hand slowly squeezing your right boob, and then your eyes fly open when he suddenly puts a thick finger in you. You let out a high pitched moan and buck up to his lips.

“Fuck yeah. Be as loud as you want. You perfect little thing.” Javi shallowly thrusts it in and out of you. “Yours really didn’t fill you enough, huh?”

No. No, they didn’t. Javi’s one finger fills you so well you wonder how you’re gonna even be satisfied with yourself ever again after this. He hits the spots you never reached and makes you beg, and beg, and beg for more.

So he gives you more. He starts sucking your clit at the same time that he adds another finger into you. You don’t know what kind of noises you’re making anymore but it’s deprived enough that Javi groans into your pussy and the vibration and his hot breath make you keen even more. 

“Javi… faster, baby.”

“You’re not gonna come from my hand.” Javi says as he rolls your clit with his tongue. 

“But I’m close.” You whimper.

“I know. You’re so tight, fuck.” Javi raises his head to look at his fingers going in and out of you. They’re slick with your juices and he feels you pulsating around them whenever he drags them out, as if to keep him from not being inside you. “Think you can take my cock? Hmm?”

You gasp out a moan and he retracts his fingers completely. You’re getting too close to the edge and he doesn’t want you to come like this, no. Not by fingers or his mouth. He wants to feel you around him when you do. But that doesn’t stop him from tonguing you again and massaging your clit with his thumb until you’re panting and tugging hard on his hair that it hurts. Before you could go over the edge, he climbs over you and cages you in his arms, his mouth once again on your tits and smearing them with your wetness from his lips.

“Javi,” you grab his face in your hands and stroke his patchy, graying beard. “Please.”

You claw at his shirt, trying to open his buttons with trembling hands. He’s still fully clothed and it’s not fair. You manage to get the top two but then he untangles himself from you to stand at the foot of the bed… to rummage through his drawers.

“Fuck, uh… um… fuck.” Javi reaches into another one, turning it inside out, and starts rifling through a spare wallet he finds inside. “I don’t have condoms. Wait here. I might have some downstairs.”

You crawl over to him and stand on your knees, continuing to open his buttons. “I’m on birth control, Javi. And I haven’t been with anyone, so…”

Javi looks at you with his doe eyes, filled with lust, while you shrug his shirt off him. Are you saying…?

“I want you bare.”

Well, fuck me. If Javi weren’t already hard as rock before, then he doesn’t know what this is now. He’s never been bare with anyone since… who cares. It doesn’t matter. Nothing else matters except you asking him to fuck you raw and now you’re palming him over his pants and literally, the world could be burning at this moment and Javi wouldn’t give a shit about it. 

“Want you in my mouth, daddy.”

“No,” Javi groans painfully. There is no way he’s surviving tonight. “I’ll come on your face if you do that now.”

“Want that too.” You pepper him with kisses across his chest while you undo his belt and unzip his trousers. When you finally lower his pants along with his boxer briefs, your mouth waters. He’s bigger than you thought he’d be when you grabbed him in his car last week. You need him in you, right fucking now.

But first thing first… he’s gonna pay for not making you come. You’ve been so desperate since the theater and by the looks of it, he’s no different. The head of his cock is an angry red and leaking with precum. You swipe it clean with your tongue and Javi’s hand immediately finds the back of your neck. You take his hard erection in your hand and start to jerk him off slowly, building a pace that you know will drive him mad. Javi has his eyes closed and his eyebrows furrowed deep, holding back from thrusting into your hand. 

You lick a long stripe from his balls to his tip and elicit a low moan from him. It’s addicting, listening to him. You do it a few more times until you feel his fingers curling on you. 

“Javi…” You let go of him and kiss your way up his stomach instead. He involuntarily sucks in and opens his eyes to you slipping his cock past your lips. He doesn’t stop you. The groan that comes out of him is so sinful it’s going to be permanently etched in your brain. His hand on your neck finds your ass and kneads it when you start working him slowly with your mouth. You gag a little when he hits the back of your throat. He’s a lot to take in; you don’t even get to the hilt, and you count your blessings for that.

You’re suddenly pulled away with a pop. He’s throbbing and from his breathing, he doesn’t look like he’s going to last long.

“You’re so big, Javi. Does it feel as good as it tastes?”

You start to take him into your mouth again but he grabs your arm to haul you to the center of the bed. He settles himself on you, rubbing up and down your opening with his cock. You start to meet his movement but he pins your hips down, restricting you.

“Come on, we’ve waited long enough,” you whine.

He lets his weight fall on you completely and hums his answer with his face pressed against the crook of your neck. He keeps thrusting on your pussy and you’re so, so, so close to sobbing from need.

“Javi,” you whine again into his ear, arms clinging to his broad form.

Javi sits on his knees, watching you writhe underneath him. If he doesn’t come within one minute of being inside you, he’ll consider it a miracle. It’s his own fault for dragging it out this long and now he’s the one moments away from exploding. It’s worth it because you’re so fucking beautiful being all needy for him. 

He grabs you closer by your calves and wraps your legs around his waist, cock notched right at your entrance. Javi pushes forward and the sound he makes when he enters you is the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. He works his way in slowly, letting you accommodate his girth. It’s a painful yet exquisite stretch.

You’ve never felt this full in your life. You’re not without experience, but the way Javi is filling you is something else. It’s not just his size, although that is a big part of it. It’s the way he’s gazing at you with so much tenderness. The way he’s moving as if he’s worshiping you with every stroke. The way he’s savoring this moment that you two have been waiting a ridiculously long time for. Your heart is full of–

“Baby. I don’t think I’ll last long.” Javi says with a strain in his voice. He’s holding back, with this languid (honestly, lazy) pace and he’s clenching his hands so hard you can see the veins in his forearms protruding. 

“I don’t care, Javi, just fuck me.”

He groans and starts to build a pace, gripping your thighs open. You throw your head back and hold on to the pillow closest to you. Javi’s eyes are glued to your tits bouncing by the impact of his thrusts and he tries to think of something, anything, except for the way your perfect body is responding to him right now. 

He remembers what you said about being essentially celibate since your last relationship and he doesn’t fight his curiosity. There’s a primal side of him that needs to know and the thought of your pathetic past conquests should buy him a couple more minutes, right?

“How long has it been for you, honey?”

“Mmmmm…” You roll your head back in pleasure, seemingly not hearing his question.

”When I ask something, I want an answer, sweetheart.”

“Two years? Mor–”

“Fucking unbelievable. This pussy should be fucked everyday, fuck.”

He curses between hard thrusts. Your mouth drops at his dirty talk and his pace increases to full on pounding. It doesn’t work. The thought of nothing having been inside you except for your own fingers and now him for that long is awakening something feral in him. 

You yelp. “Oh fuck yes, Javi…”

“Yeah? You’re gonna let me fuck this everyday?”

“Whenever you want. Please.”

“You’re so needy.” He looks down to where you’re joined before grabbing your ass and driving into you even harder. “So needy and sloppy and so. fucking. tight.”

The moan you let out is downright the filthiest thing he’s ever heard. And you? You barely hear his deep, delicious voice over your own moans and the sounds your bodies make. You can’t do anything but take, take, and take. You wish you could reciprocate but what leaves your mouth is only a blabber of cries and whines.

“You want to come?” Javi’s question snaps you out of your daze.

“Please, baby.”

“Then touch yourself and come.”

Javi pulls out of you and you gasp from the sudden emptiness. You sit up to reach for him but he moves further to the edge of the bed, his hand fisting his cock and pinching the end slowly, trying not to lose it.

“Javi, what the fuck?” You exclaim in despair.

“Let me see you touch yourself, babe. Come like that or not at all.”

“Oh my God, Javi.” You fall back on the bed in frustration. There is no way this is happening. “No…”

“Come, and I’ll fuck you again.”

You start reluctantly touching yourself slowly, hoping he’ll take pity on you and take over again. But he stays where he is, looking at your face, not even your body.

“If that’s how you touch yourself, no wonder you’re unsatisfied. Come on, make yourself feel good.”

You groan in defeat and he chuckles at you amusingly. Fine. You dip two fingers into your pussy and start moving them the way you usually do, and your other hand drops to your clit to rub it with your index finger. Your peak is approaching in no time, between your own familiar movements and watching Javi watching you. You start to arch off the bed when you’re close and suddenly your hands are taken off you and you’re flipped onto your hands and knees. 

Javi thrusts back inside you from behind without warning and resumes pounding you in earnest. “That’s right baby, take it… like you wanted… so fucking good for me…”

You come with a silent scream and Javi lets out a pained moan from you fluttering and spasming around his cock. His hands grip your waist to the point of almost hurting and he keeps steadily thrusting into you to seek his own release while you ride yours out.

He pulls you up against his chest by wrapping his arm around your tits and keeps hitting that devastatingly delicious spot inside you. With a few thrusts it starts you up again and you grind back on him, feeling the bump of his stomach on the small of your back with each contact. You look over your shoulder at his face and see that he’s in absolute bliss, but there’s something else there that’s a little bit… off. You don’t get to think too much about it once his fingers reach down to your clit and you start to tighten around his cock again, your hand reaching back to grab at his curls. 

“I’m coming, sweetheart. Fuck. Come with me. Come with me, honey.” Javi’s pace grows desperate and he’s so deep, so right inside you that you beat him to it. You shudder in his arms, going limp, but he doesn’t let up. “Tell me where.”

You sigh dreamily while you catch your breath. “Anywhere you want, daddy.” 

He pulls out and pushes you lightly to get back on your hands and knees and spills himself on the small of your back and between your cheeks. You lay down flat on your stomach, evening out your breaths, inhaling in the mixed scent of the two of you. 

It takes Javi a couple of minutes to collect himself before he kisses along your shoulder, up to your neck, your jaw, and finally your lips.

“You’re so fucking good, babe. Tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked.”

You giggle tiredly and lean onto him, welcoming his kisses while he cleans you up with his discarded shirt. “I need a drink. Then I want to ride you.”

✧

For the next four days, you barely leave the bed except to eat or use the bathroom. Just like Javi had promised. He didn’t get to cook dinner for you yet, because it’ll take too much time away from being inside of you. Everyday it’s like clockwork: one of you wakes the other up with your mouth, followed by breakfast in bed, or vice versa. Then shower, where he eats you out - he insists that he’s making up for your lost time. In the afternoons, Javi does some work while you read scripts or his books or nap. Then dinner, followed by fucking each other to sleep. Sometimes you interrupt him mid-task or wake him up in the middle of the night just because. And repeat.

It’s pure fucking bliss.

✧✧

“Javi. Fuck.”

“What’s up?”

“Everything is shutting down. Everything. Where the fuck are you?” Óscar’s voice sounds panicked through the phone. 

“I’m on leave, remember? What do you mean?”

“Strike, Javi. It’s all over the news. We gotta reschedule everything. We’re not even allowed to do anything.”

Javi swiftly opens his news app and sure enough, Óscar’s right. How did he miss this? Oh, right.

“Javi!!!”

“I’m here.”

“What do we do?”

Javi thinks for a moment but absolutely nothing comes to mind. This is completely novel for him. “We’ll figure it out. How long is this supposed to go on?”

“Two weeks. A month tops.”

“So there’s nothing to do. Keep everyone around, keep everyone updated, the usual.”

“We can’t, Javi. We’re not allowed to. We should just let them go for now, go see their families. They can’t be employed right now, same for us, by the way.”

“Dammit,” Javi runs a hand over his face. He’s only ever shut down production once, during The Last Sicario, when a rival family member felt misrepresented by his depiction of them and sent death threats to him and the crew. “Call it. Keep me posted.”

“Sure. One more thing, have you heard from our little starlet? I tried calling her all day, and her PA couldn’t reach her either. Her hotel said she’s not there.”

“Staying with a friend, maybe?” Javi feigns cluelessness.

“Can you try her? Let her know we’ll help her figure it out while this is going on.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Thanks, hermano.”

Guilt overcomes him once he hangs up and looks at you sleeping soundly, and naked, next to him. He’s betraying the closest friend he ever had and there would be no coming back from this if he found out. 

✧✧✧

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okok but what about a fic with coriolanus based off of the unreleased version of national anthem, i want it all by lana del rey??? like she has the same ambitions and drive as him (a little coocoo) and they kind of just manipulate each other, but like they do really love each other yk?? food for thought 😙

"𝐁𝐲𝐞, 𝐛𝐲𝐞, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲!"

pairing: young!Coriolanus Snow x f!reader.

word count: 674!

summary: if you wanted one thing, Coriolanus would give it to you.

warnings: mention of manipulation, excerpts from "I want it all" by Lana Del Rey, Coriolanus needy and wrapped around reader's finger, reader sitting on Coriolanus' lap.

The word "frustration" was so mediocre in your tongue that, at times, it burned your with pure bitterness. — With such an immoral meaning, there is no meaning in your life.

And you didn't even have a drop of pleasure in mentioning it in secret, in front of and outside the harsh and venomous gazes of your classmates. — After all, you didn't want them to be able to associate your fascinating image with that word.

Even if, at times, that feeling of relief, tranquility in your life and especially in the financial sense, turned into a knot of frustration, disappointment with factors that didn't go your way. — Taken for days, completely, fragile and indiscreet. — You would never admit or mention it, not even with your dying breath.

However, there was one person among those neat and arrogant vipers who recognized your despair, observed your fragility with his deep and beautiful blue eyes; who paid attention to you, getting to know you. — Silently admiring your steps on clumsy days. — Watching how you manipulated those who had something that marked your interest.

You loved to seduce any look to achieve your greatest desires. — Mainly, the look so full of feelings, displeasures and sensitivities

Coriolanus understood your body language, and was surprised by it; in most times and situations, you didn't even need to say a word, not even release a sigh, because he already had in mind what could have happened. — And that he could use that to his advantage.

But the prodigal boy, so admired and recognized by the university and envied by the majority, had no capacity to involve and blackmail you; no, he couldn't. — And it was an ironic play, because Coriolanus would commit such an action with anyone. — Even if your situation, his life is at a moment of failure and, intensely, unpleasant.

Coriolanus, in his reason for wanting, wanting everything he wanted most in his life, or that could help him or even favor him, he would do anything. — To enjoy his power, to lift his mediocre life from misery and poverty, Coriolanus would do absolutely anything. — Just like you, even in different circumstances.

Like, maybe, he would do anything for you. — And maybe, you would do anything for him and for him. — However, the factors that could benefit you always come first.

"Do you think you'll kill for me one day?" — Your voice, lost, in pure sympathy and your hands passing through some white and curly locks that were stuck on his forehead; a sweet gesture for a slightly inappropriate moment.

Sitting between Coriolanus's thighs, you settled, beautifully, on his lap; as if it were his favorite seat. — The distress, which didn't bother your so much, from his rich-looking fabric pants touched your skin. — You were so relaxed, carefree.

And also wrapping the young boy Snow around your finger, with an invisible string before his eyes.

Coriolanus was stunned, his cheeks red and hot, swallowing hard and trying his best to remain conscious; he was funny so ridiculous. — The one worthy of the surname Snow, the one who had a promising future and drew confident and ambitious comedians, was nothing more than a trembling and needy soul.

He had the answer on the tip of his tongue, between his bright, reddish lips, but he hadn't committed to saying it. — Coriolanus felt his heart beating faster and faster, feeling like it would leave his chest at any moment and he wouldn't even have the ability to control it.

"Yes." — Coriolanus sighed, so breathless and marking his bluish irises and poisoned by attention on your lips and, soon, your eyes. — "Of course i will, my darling."

God, he wasn't lying; Coriolanus would never do such a merciless and deplorable thing against you. — Even in his last circumstances, in his worst second of life. — He felt so pathetic, sensitive but only you could make him feel that way.

Your lips curved into a gratifying smile, feeling satisfied and fortunate, and almost brushed against Coriolanus's. — You always got what you wanted and wanted most.

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus #snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus snow imagine #the hunger games #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #ballad of songbirds and snakes #tom blyth

[mphountitled]

𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡

Oliver Quick x Fem!Reader I Brief!Farleigh Start x Fem!Reader

Summary: you ought to not be surprised by Farleigh's constant cheating. You should, instead, use his greatest adversary to get back at him.

Warnings: Language, Dark fic, Mentions of Violence, Toxic Relationship, Mentions of Drug Use, Smut (+18), Public Sex, Cheating, Dirty Talk, Dub/Con, Choking, Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Threats, Rough Sex, Sadism, Masochism, Dry Humping, Orgasm Denial,Cervix fucking, Dom!Oliver, Subspace, Corruption Kink, Humiliation,

This film opened my brain and spilled out everything inside.

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Because neither you nor Farleigh had ever been modest about your relationship, Oliver was made privy to every single bit of it. You both were so indiscreet and so hellbent on showing everyone else that you were together, it felt as if Oliver lived in your skin.

Whenever you and Farleigh cuddled drunkenly, Oliver was made privy. Whenever you and Farleigh exchanged sexually charged glances across the dinner table, Oliver was made privy. Whenever Farleigh was touch-starved and sank his claws around your throat, Oliver, always skulking in the background, was made privy. Whenever you two fucked. He was there.

Oliver could hear the two of you eating each other alive during a majority of his stay at Saltburn so he should be used to this behavior by now.

“What a slut,” Farleigh's words are wrapped in humid sweat, with his hands locked firmly around your throat, “What a good fucking slut.”

Oliver, having just decided to take a midnight stroll, watches from the shadows as Farleigh takes you right there in the courtyard. He may not particulary fond of Farleigh, still Oliver had to applaud that he at least had the decency to ravage you in secret. Oliver remains watching, not because it gives him any sexual gratification, but only because he did not imagine your sex lives to be this visceral… certainly not this animalistic.

“You are fucking filth, you know that?” Farleigh asks, rutting into you with your back pressed against a stone surface. Instead of your eyes fluttering shut, you were gazing over Farleigh's shoulder, staring straight ahead at the shadow skulking in the darkness.

Oliver held a finger up to his lips, prompting you to keep your mouth shut.

You watch each other as Farleigh fucks into you, continuing his words of mindless praise. “Gorgeous fucking filth-” and you both cum at that. Farleigh with his eyes shut, and you, with your mouth hanging open and your gaze stationed on Oliver.

Before this exact moment, Felix was the only thing that existed in Oliver's whole wide world. He did not notice you, but never ever think that he was not aware of you. In fact, as far as Oliver knew, you held no standing of any official significance in Saltburn.

Beyond, of course, being Farleigh's overcompensated whore.

You were almost as inescapable as Farleigh, but not nearly as annoying and for the most part, you played the role of a good little girl, forever glued to her unfaithful boyfriend’s side.

These are the thoughts that pollute Oliver’s mind as he drifts through the vibrancy of his own party, having left the maze and Felix's limp body in it.

Oliver's feet, clad in all-too-expensive Italian leather only seem to weigh him down as he drifts aimlessly through the egregious castle. Neon lights spill over a carpet stitched with cocaine and he has to fight the urge not to shove past the drunken bodies congesting his pathway.

For the longest time, Oliver was convinced that you were one of them: These people disguised as parasitic waste dancing underneath the moonlight, celebrating his supposed birthday. Instead, Oliver finds you here, taking up space in the Blue Room with your figure helplessly draped over the bed.

Your form is reminiscent of The Nightmare. One of Oliver’s most beloved paintings, reason being, because it was so unequivocally dreadful. He watches you as he would The Nightmare.

Your eyes are wet and your body is wracking with pitiful sobs into your forearm. Ollie may not be good at emotions but he can tell you're distraught- like one of Fuseli's girls.

Soon, the whole thing becomes too uncomfortable to watch and he clears his throat as he says,

“Shit, I'm so sorry, I didn't think anyone was in here.”

“Oh-Ollie!”

Your shoulders shoot up, and you nearly jump off the bed in apparent fright. Your eyes are wide saucers and your skin is dark in the moonlight. Ollie has to resist the urge to lick his lips.

He wanted to fucking eat you alive.

“Fuck, did I scare you?” He hunches his shoulders, making himself smaller than he usually was. “My apologies.” He had to appease you somehow in your startled state and you You quick to press a shaky palm to your cheeks, utterly devestated to find the surface of your skin wet and salty.

Out of all the parasites in this nest, you were the least bloodthirsty.

“How utterly embarrassing,” you coo, before wiping furiously away at your cheeks.

Sensing the perfect opening, Oliver steps over the threshold, polluting the space, as he did the rest of Saltburn, with his presence alone.

“Where'd you come from?” You ask before sitting up at the edge of the bed.

“Murdering my best friend.” Oliver answers cooly, with his wooden horns silhouetted by the moonlight.

As he creeps closer the moonlight highlights the crevices of your face and Ollie is able to capture the smile that cracks across your visage. He loves that.

You are so deliciously routine.

“Understandable,” you calmly shoot back, “Sometimes I could just fucking kill Farleigh myself.”

How curious. You thought he was joking.

“That's why you were crying, then?” Ollie asks, as he skulks about the Blue Room. He glides his finger across the dusty mantle before turning his eyes back to you, “You were crying because of Farleigh?”

He already knew the answer but he wanted to hear you say it.

Your glittery brows curve again above your puffy eyes, just as your lips protrude into a shaky pout. Fuck he was so painfully hard.

“You'd rather eat glass than hear about my common relationship problems,” you chuckle, fighting back a sob.

“I'd rather eat glass than get back to that stupid party.” And his eyes are so genuine, you immediately believe him. “You'd be saving me, he says, before finally planting himself down on the bed beside you. “Promise.”

“Not much to tell honestly,” You shrug, causing the left string of your cocktail dress to fall off your shoulder. You leave it there. “ You know how Farleigh can be... He has somewhat of a-”

“-Communal penis?” Ollie interjects, “Fucking anything and everything that even vaguely gives him the time of day?”

“Exactly!” and before you know it, you're giggling in the dark with a stranger. “I get tested for STD's like I'm a fucking invalid-”

“The sexiest fucking invalid I've ever come across.” He's closer now. Close enough to tell you've been drinking.

With your eyes trained on his full lips, a thought strikes you suddenly. "Happy birthday, Ollie.” That is enough to snap his gaze up from your exposed collarbone, and up to your big, round eyes. He does not respond for several seconds, promtpting you with the devestaing thought that you might have struck some unforseen nerve.

“H-ave I upset you?” You ask in such genuine concern and naivete, it nearly causes Oliver to cum in his fucking pants. He needed to defile you so badly. He needed you to cry around his cock. He just needed you-

“'Course not," Oliver clears his throat before unclenching and clenching his wired fist, "It's just-you're the first person that's said that to me all night.” Your eyes are hazy now, with your brain having caught on to the very daunting fact that you're in a room with someone who perhaps has other intentions. He is leaning in before slithering his calloused hand on your thigh. Never ever do you move away. Never ever do you tell him off.

“I find that hard to believe-” your bones are rattling as the warmth of his palm spreads to the inside of your steadily opening thighs. “Surely Felix must've said-”

“Fuck fucking Felix- the world doesn't revolve around him!” You're corralled into silence, with this man steadily pushing you back against the bed. “We don't need to talk about Felix,” he looks absolutely ravenous as the tips of his fingers finally make contact with your clothed cunt. “Do you want me to make you cum?”

It's so blatantly filthy, you cannot help but arch your back off the bed and press yourself further against his fingers. “F-Fuck… Ollie-” your breathing is laboured and Ollie watches utterly mesmerised by the way your hips move against his hand.

“I h-heard something about you-”

“What did you hear?” asks Oliver before pulling down your soaked underwear.

“That you don't care about fucking on menses.” You say, awaiting a response but getting none because Oliver stuffs his face between your legs. He's eating you out with absolute fervour, with his nose bumping periodically against your clit.

“Where'd you hear that?” He mumbles against your cunt.

He did not expect to be so utterly taken by you. This is wholly unexpected.

“A certain bottled blonde- FUCK- J-Just like that- please, God, please-”

He only pulls away, only to shrug off his blazer. With his horns and his cock indenting against his pants, he looks absolutely terrifying, that only has you rutting in the air helplessly.

“You mean Venetia is not a real blonde?” He asks before shoving his face in between your legs once more, “I feel betrayed.” The sarcasm drips from his tongue. The same tongue that slithers out his mouth to lick hurriedly against your cunt. He suctions his lips against your hole, as if he wanted to taste inside you.

“I didn't fuck her-” He pants, before pushing his nose against your cunt, “I didn't fuck her all the way- FUCKING BITCH-” Sharp pain bleeds from his scalp because your fingers and its acrylics are buried in his hair now.

“G-God, yes, Ollie-” you're actively rubbing your cunt against his face, absolutely using him to get off. Almost immediately, Oliver immediately decides that won't do.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” He asks, before pinching your clit causing you to still your movements completely. Your torso is wracking with sweat and your nipples pierce through the softness of your dress.

“O-Ollie P-please-”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” He asks before removing his face from your cunt all together. You try desperately, to hold your moan, but the sight of him crawling up your torso seems enough to almost have you cumming untouched.

You fight against it. You fight against the warmth in the pits of your stomach, you fight against the urge to hump mindlessly into the air until your cunt creates friction with… something. You fight hard.

His breath is warm against your face, but never once do you look away.

“I use you,” he whispers before slithering a hand around your throat.

He squeezes.

“And I'd fucking die before I ever let it be the other way around.” He squeezes and squeezes until you're tapping furiously against his palm.

“Look at how gorgeous you look when you're not being a filthy fucking whore.” You can't help it. Your hips immediately buck up into nothing despite your shortness of breath. You're clawing at his wrists, hoping he'd ease his grip but Oliver does nothing of the sort. In fact, he only moans at the sight of your eyes sinking to the back of your head-

“Fucking, fuck-” He curses, before quickly undoing the vexing buttons of his pants. “Bloody disgusting,” he says, watching the drool ease out your mouth, “You are bloody disgusting-” he sinks into you the very moment he eases his hand away from your throat. You're gulping generously at the air as Oliver slaps against your cheeks, bringing you back to the land of the living.

“There she is,” he punctuates his sentence with a violent thrust, “There she fucking is-”

Pleasure and pain shoot through every channel of your body until you can't even decipher the two. “OH MY FUCKING GOD-”

“I love when you call me that, baby,” He mumers with his eyelids heavy, “I fucking love when you call me that, with your pretty fucking voice, you USELESS fucking bitch-”

It is absolutely sick and absolutely deranged. Every other word that skates out of his mouth is a contradiction of the last and you're utterly frightened of the beast taking you so roughly.

“You're taking it so well-” he whispers, before letting his hand squeeze your nipples through your dress, “Your cunt is taking my cock so fucking well, baby- Fuck-” when the head of his cock presses to that sensitive pillowy plushness, you're wailing in the dark like a banshee. Wanting to push him off of you, but not wanting the pleasure to end. Your struggle only brings him closer and closer to edge.

“I-Is that your fucking cervix, baby- Fuck-”

“Oh God- Ollie.”

He nods, “Now you're gonna cum for me, yeah? You're gonna cum for me and you're gonna think about your stupid cunt of a boyfriend. How he doesn't fuck you like I do-” your orgasm has already started to trickle in and your hips lift up to collide with his, “Tell me- Tell me you can't fucking live without me-” He says, “I need it to cum, tell me, tell me-”

“I need you, Ollie.” His lips stutter open, just as his thrusts become shallower and shallower “I need you to fucking live, Ollie-”

“FUCK- oh fucking fuck-” his spunk fills your insides, just as the entirety of your orgasm washes over you and you immediately realize that you're crying. You're crying because everything feels so good. Oliver has completely strummed you to orgasm. He has moulded your body into everything he needs it to be.

“I fucking use you.” He says, “Not the other way around.”

#saltburn #saltburn x reader #oliver quick #oliver quick x reader #oliver quick smut #saltburn smut #oliver quick x you #oliver quick x y/n

[purplekiwis]

𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆

Summary: While they're on opposite ends of the social spectrum, Y/N and Harry have been the closest of friends for years. But could it be that an all-night working session for a science project helps them break out of the friendzone?

Genre: Friends to Lovers | Nerd!Harry x Badgirl!Y/N

Warnings: SMUT | Self-Deprication | This is coming-of-age story. There's no mention of their age but both characters are in their last year of high school (just a heads up in case someone doesn't want to read because of that)

Wordcount: 10k

A/N: ok y'all, so i have made a mistake.

i was like 99% sure there was a request in my inbox asking for a blurb where harry was nerdy? i found it interesting so i started working on it... only to realize halfway into things that that was not in fact what was written in the request 😅

i figured i might as well post it anyways since i wrote it but yeah... i'm sorry, anon! i (now) know you wanted subby!harry, but all i have to give you is nerd!harry (don't worry, i made him a lil subby just for you 🤫)

also, before y'all flood my inbox with asks about the non finished fics (rightfully so) i hear you and i'm very, very sorry for the lack of updates. i had to take a break because i kept feeling like the texts i could come up with weren't good enough for the stories i wanted to tell. i still partly feel that way, but i'm hoping the lack of real harry content will inspire me to write more in the near future. thank you for reading my dumb little stories, i love you 💖

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Harry was never too fond of grocery shopping.

He really didn’t like the whole “put things inside the cart, remove things from the cart at the cashier, bag them, put them back into the cart, get them in the car, take them out of the car, bring them inside and put them away” process.

It was extremely inconvenient to him.

It was also very time-consuming, though Harry believed this particular belief of his was directly influenced by having to grocery shop with his grandparents every other day.

Naturally, they were slower than he was, so he'd just drag his feet behind them, push the cart and wait for them to ask him to grab something from the shelves that their aging pains no longer allowed them to reach.

That part was fine, what bore him the most was how easily they got sidetracked by trinkets that weren’t on the shopping list. Oh! And how they always managed to locate a random old couple they knew from God knows where who engaged them in talks that appeared to stretch for hours.

Harry would try and make up reasons not to go with them sometimes, but he always felt a little guilty about it afterwards. After all, it was a very small favor for him to help his grandparents with their groceries, considering they had been the ones to provide him with a loving home after his parents failed to do so.

People always seemed to feel sorry for him when they found out he'd grown up without his “real parents” around, but he'd never had reasons to complain, really. Unlike his parents, Joe and Martha had always treated him nicely and made him feel genuinely loved.

They were a little overprotective at times, but like Y/N always said, that was probably because they were retired and watched too much TV.

Speaking of Y/N, Harry didn't hate grocery shopping with her so much. He even kind of enjoyed it as long as the space wasn't too crowded. That day it wasn’t, which he was extremely thankful for because it reduced the chances of them bumping into any familiar faces who might ask about his grandparents, or if the pretty girl he was with was his girlfriend.

That’s another thing he detested about running into people his grandparents were friends with - they loved to pester him with indiscreet questions about his love life that made him go red-faced. It was even worse when he happened to be with Y/N during those times; fortunately, she was always a bit clueless about it. Harry guessed that the reason for that was that she was so comfortable with their friendship that she wasn't even aware of what was going on… even if she thought it a little odd that he kept introducing her as his neighbor even though they weren't neighbors anymore.

Despite the fact that they no longer lived next door to each other, Y/N was still a frequent visitor at Harry’s house. Ever since his family relocated to a different area of the city, it had become custom for her to spend the night whenever the two had group projects to complete.

Their journey was always the same. As soon as they got off the bus from school, they would head to the supermarket to stock up on frozen pizzas and late-night goodies to help them through the long hours they’d be spending working on their computers.

They'd just grabbed their pizzas, as well as another two for his grandparents since pizza happened to be one of the few fast foods that they tolerated, and were now wandering around the drinks aisle looking at the options.

“Do you think your grandma would notice if we hid one of these in your backpack?” Asked the ex-neighbor, Y/N. The smile on her face, coupled with her mischievous gaze got him figuring she was up to no good… even before he noticed the bottle of whatever alcoholic beverage she was holding.

The idea startled him a little more than he'd like to admit. “Don’t start! And put it back before anyone sees you.”

The way his body jumped made Y/N laugh as she set the bottle back on its shelf. “Relax, okay? I was only messing with you... I knew you'd be too chicken to do it. But just so you know, they don't even ask for an ID most times.”

He replied to her with a headshake. “You're not as cool as you think just because you get drunk with your other friends every once in a while.” She didn’t seem too pleased by his remark, but Harry figured that by now she ought to know he didn't mean most of what he said when he was stressed. “You can get an iced tea… or a pepsi… or even that weird-flavored soda you like.”

“Fine.”

Harry noticed that even after he allowed her to pick the drink they’d be having later, Y/N still didn't seem particularly happy with him. She trailed behind him in silence while he pushed the cart around and didn't even appear to care when they walked past the shelf where her favorite snack was.

“Did you know that statistically, people who start drinking in their teens have a 5 times higher likelihood of becoming alcoholics than those who only start later?” Harry knew it probably wasn't the best conversation topic to get her to talk to him, but it was the only thing that came to mind in the moment.

“Did you know that stating facts like that makes you look 1000 times more of a nerd than you already are?”

Harry snorted at her retort. “You didn't seem to mind me being a nerd when you asked me to work on the review paper with you.”

“I do every school project with you, why should this be any different?”

He smirked at that. It was true. He and Y/N had attended every academic year together since they first met in elementary school, and they had managed to enroll in almost all of the same classes each time. They were currently in their senior year of high school, and their friendship was still pretty solid despite their different personalities and social interests.

Y/N was in the midst of a rebellious phase. In the beginning it all had been quite harmless, with her obsession with dyeing the ends of her hair crazy colors and pairing fishnets with knee socks. That somehow led her into starting to hang out with people Harry considered to be a little unnerving.

He wasn't sure what exactly made him nervous about them... Maybe it was because he was a little resentful over having to “compete” for Y/N's attention and feared he would one day completely lose her to them, given that they were undoubtedly the cooler part of the equation. Perhaps part of it was also because those people reminded him of the kind who used to bully him for being a dork when he was younger. Thankfully, he wasn't being bullied as much anymore, but he still didn't have many friends.

He also barely interacted with girls, as one might expect. There were times he had crushes, but he was always afraid to talk to them, so things never really progressed anywhere. Thus, Y/N was really Harry's only female friend.

He confesses sometimes he was surprised she still wanted to hang out with him as much as she did. When she became popular, Harry naturally assumed she would ditch him for social status reasons, but that never happened, which was a big relief to him since he really liked having her around.

They were both geeky, so they watched a lot of sci-fi movies and played video games together... but when it came to other things, they were a little different. Y/N had a much better sense of style, was much more social, and enjoyed doing dumb things like smoking weed and getting drunk behind her parents’ backs.

Harry had never really understood the appeal of it. In fact, his lack of interest in participating in grown-up stuff sometimes worried him a bit, but again... it wasn’t like he wasn’t curious.

There were a few times when he thought it would be cool if he could hang out with Y/N and her friends, go out drinking, dance, and maybe, just maybe, if he was very very lucky, even get to kiss someone on the mouth.

But then he always ended up reasoning that people like him weren't welcome at parties and that if he ever dared to step foot into one he'd probably end up being the butt of everyone’s jokes.

Even knowing so, he couldn't help fantasizing about it… especially the last part. Yes, Harry definitely thought about intimacy a lot more than he'd ever be willing to admit… and he also pondered a lot about how being practically invisible to girls sucked… and about how much he wished one would give him a chance.

He was aware of his issues, however. He knew he wasn’t exactly the hottest guy around. His haircut and clothing were out of style, mostly because he lacked the confidence to mess with his looks and follow the trends the way other people did. He’d buy new t-shirts sometimes; the only thing was that they almost always had videogame-related designs which obviously didn't do his style much good.

But it wasn’t all bad. Harry knew he had nice eyes… he just couldn't get the girls to come close enough to notice them. He figured the way he mostly stared at the floor when he walked, along with the thick glasses he had been wearing since his childhood had also taken part in preventing people from noticing how exquisite his peepers were.

He thought Y/N had nice peepers as well, and he liked the way she accentuated them with make-up… even when her eyeliner turned out a little uneven or got smudgy because she forgot she had it on and rubbed her eyes with her fingers.

She'd been doing that a lot in the last hour they'd been working on their paper, which was making Harry feel a little bad.

It had been a good while since they had returned from the supermarket. The issue was that when they arrived at his house, they found Harry's grandparents working in the backyard. And while Harry had never been a fan of getting his hands dirty in the garden, Y/N thought it would be nice to offer to help, so they ended up spending a good chunk of their afternoon pulling weeds and pruning flower bushes.

And then, since it was already close to dinner time when they finished, they decided it would be best to begin working on the paper after eating and showering the gardening sweat off their bodies. That plan was shelved, however, because Harry really wanted to play Mortal Kombat since it was multiplayer, and he rarely had anyone to play it with. So they wound up wasting an additional hour on that.

Normally, by that time in the evening Y/N would already be working on her part, but as they'd started late, she wasn't. Also, being the control freak he was, Harry always wanted to be the one in charge of the research portion of any papers they worked on. Leaving the final task of writing and flourishing to Y/N.

So the poor girl had been sitting next to him in bed for hours, watching him go through articles on his laptop.

Harry could tell by the increased frequency of her yawns that her battery was running low, so he wasn't the least bit surprised when he heard her hesitantly ask, “Are you planning on staying up working much longer? Aren’t you getting tired?”

“Um… not really. I came across this really interesting essay on our subject and want to make sure we gather all of their data.” He was so preoccupied with copying and pasting that he didn't even look away from the screen as he replied to the question. “It's a shame we don’t have any hot springs nearby... wouldn't it be cool if we could actually collect samples of these microbes to study them in the lab?”

“Are you for real?” She looked at him like he was crazy as she let her back slide halfway down the headboard. “You’re telling me that you really find water microbes that intriguing?”

“Not all of them, it’s just that I’d never considered the possibility that there could be species growing and thriving in actual boiling water… since, you know, that’s what’s supposed to kill them.”

“I didn’t find it so surprising, which is making me wonder if it could be that I’m smarter than you...”

“Not a chance.” Due to the silence that followed his teasing, Harry realized that Y/N was nearing sleep but was resisting in order to maintain her supportive role. “Should I go get the air mattress to make your bed?”

“I can't sleep. I haven't done my part yet.”

“It's fine; we still have the entire day tomorrow to finish.”

“Don't bother with me if you’re focused on the paper. I just need rest my eyes a bit, but I won’t fall asleep.” She promised, but Harry knew better than to believe her. “You don't mind if I cover up with your sheets, right? Your room’s a bit chilly.”

“No, not at all.” He didn't mind it, in fact, he even found it a little exciting. Not in a pervy way, but it felt good to know that a pretty girl would be laying in his bed and would most likely leave a bit of her girly scent on it. Harry tried not to dwell on those kinds of thoughts over Y/N too much, but of course he thought she was pretty. He wasn’t that blind.

He hadn't always felt that way. For a long while Harry just thought of her as his best friend, but she'd grown into her curves in the last couple of years and he would be lying if he said his eyes and mind didn't occasionally wander. He felt a little bad about it, but it wasn't like he was ever going to do anything other than fantasize, so he supposed it was alright… as long as she didn’t catch on.

Truth be told, he’d always liked Y/N’s personality, but as of recently her looks and the way she dressed had also made her the type of girl he was attracted to on the outside. Yes, it was always the girls who wore alternative clothing and scowled at people like they wanted to break their nose that caught his eye.

He was aware that his preference sounded extremely stereotypical coming from a shy loser like him, but it wasn’t like he could help what he was keen on… or the way his body warmed up whenever he felt the pressure of Y/N’s soft boobs against his side.

“Is the entire chapter on Volcanic Islands really necessary?” She asked, leaning further into him so she could see the laptop screen despite being laid down.

“I'm not sure if it's necessary, but I thought we should at least mention these two hot spring locations since they keep coming up in the articles.” He could feel her sigh of defeat on his arm. “It’s already halfway done. I've already gotten all the info about Iceland… now all that's left is this tiny archipelago from Portugal.” With that, Harry rushed to type the final location on the Google search bar but was taken aback by Y/N's chuckling, that seemed to come out of nowhere. “What are you laughing at?”

“Do you not know how to delete your browsing history?” She asked him, still laughing.

Harry's brows furrowed slightly, but he smiled along. “Huh, why? Seriously random that.”

“Random, really? I may only be half awake, but I can still see.”

“See what?”

“See Pornhub come up on your suggestions when you started typing Portugal.” Harry's face dropped instantly. Then, with a harsh slam, he shut his laptop lid. He could feel his entire body tensing up just as a blazing sensation swept across his face, hotter than he'd ever felt before. “Harry, relax! You look like you’re about to blow up!” Y/N remarked when she saw him like that. She seemed rather worried about it as she clung to his arm to try to calm him down. “Hey, look at me, this isn’t a bad thing. You don't have to-”

Before she could say anything else, Harry curled up in a ball, covered his face with his sheets and muttered, “Yes it is. It’s embarrassing.” Honestly, even that felt like a tame word to describe how he was feeling. This was, hands down, one of the most awkward circumstances he’d ever been in. He wasn't prepared to deal with it, so he chose to remain hidden and avoid further conversation.

He knew he'd have to come out at some point, but he couldn’t bear the thought of facing Y/N knowing that she knew he watched porn and wanked. It was making him feel all kinds of yucky, which was why he was a bit shocked by what happened right after.

Y/N ventured under the sheets after him, and eventually nestled into his side. The warmth felt nice, but being so close to her was weird. He liked it a lot, but it also made him feel worse at the same time, given that she'd been the catalyst for his breakdown in the first place and all that. Plus, he still couldn't wrap his head around why she wanted to touch him when he felt so icky.

Despite the fact that they were right next to each other, it took a while for one of them to venture breaking the silence. By the time Harry tried, he had a dry mouth, so he had to swallow first. “I know it’s not your fault, but I'd honestly rather you hadn't said anything because knowing you saw is making me feel really gross.”

His faltering whispers seemed to stun Y/N a little, as if she'd already accepted that they wouldn't be talking for the rest of the night. “There's no need for you to feel that way… especially not with me.” She returned his hushed words. “I wouldn't have said anything if I knew you'd get like this. I was just trying to be funny.”

“I know, but it still bothers me.” Harry was a little surprised by how at ease he felt speaking in quiet whispers while hiding under his covers. For some reason, talking to Y/N in this setting wasn’t as mortifying as he'd anticipated. “And just to be clear, I have no idea how that stupid website ended up in my suggestions. I always use incognito mode for that stuff.”

He couldn't see her, but he could feel her shrug. “You must have forgotten to open a new tab at some point. It has happened to me before.”

“Oh. So. You watch it too?”

“Doesn't everybody, at least once in a while?”

“I don’t know… I suppose they must, yeah.” They both fell quiet for a bit, but not for longer than a few breaths as Harry felt the urge to clarify something. “I don't want you to think I'm a perv, though. I don't watch it all that often… not the kind of stuff that you’re probably thinking I watch, anyway.”

“What do you think I think you watch?”

“I don’t know, like… classic, scripted porn… you know, the typical “oh no, I’m stuck!” cringe stuff that always shows up on the main page.”

“Um… I’ll be honest, you’ve always came across as more of a Hentai guy to me. And before you say anything, this isn't just me calling you a weeaboo. I’ve watched my share too and overall I think it's much better than that other porn you were talking about.”

“Yeah, fine... I'll admit that I like Hentai, but it’s not all I watch.” Harry wasn't sure why he suddenly felt so keen on sharing, but he was really enjoying their conversation. He found the topic interesting, and he'd never had the chance to discuss it with anybody in person before so… it was fun. And, on top of that, Y/N was disclosing a bit too and he liked that he was getting to know this part of her as well. “Do you know what audio porn is?” She hummed and nodded yes. “Cool, so, there’s this category called ‘guided masturbation’ that’s basically just girls talking and telling you what to do. There’s no visual content really, but it has a very intimate feel to it that I like... almost as if you're on the phone with someone.”

“That's interesting, actually. I always thought that audio porn mostly for women, since, you know... everyone says men are visual creatures.” She shifted her weight slightly, turning towards him. “But you still find real naked girls hot, right? the sight of them?”

“Well, of course. I’d be worried if that wasn’t the case.” Her question struck Harry a little, but he liked that she was acting curious and asking him things. “Honestly, I think the reason why I don't watch more regular porn is because I can't picture myself living out the fantasies. I don’t know, it’s weird to explain.”

“You can’t picture yourself in a sexy plumber costume ready to unclog a hot milf’s pipes?”

Harry snorted. “You're joking, but that's pretty much what it is.”

She hummed as she drew closer to him on the bed. This time her, placing her head into the crook of his arm. Her mouth was closer to Harry's ear in this position, although he wasn't aware of this until he heard, and felt, her whisper again. “Is that why you like it when girls tell you what to do? because it seems a little more plausible?”

Harry wasn't usually one to cuss, but shit. Hearing her whisper that somewhat snarky question so close to his ear struck a chord with him. It was freaking hot and kind of reminded him a bit of the audios he liked. Obviously, it wasn't as explicit, but it was better in many ways. A huge downside to the experience, however, was that it was extremely difficult to concentrate afterward. In fact, in the midst of his thoughts, Harry almost forgot to reply. “Um… I guess? I’m sorry, I kind of forgot what the question was.”

“No, it’s all good. I’m sure you must be getting tired.” With that, Y/N crawled out from under the covers. As she did so, her hand stumbled onto Harry’s toppled over laptop. “Oh, I didn’t even notice this was here. We should probably turn it off, right? Assuming you don't want to keep working after this.”

Harry also came out from hiding and sat up in a position similar to hers, with his legs partially covered by the covers. As his eyes re-acclimated to the brightness of the room, he massaged them a little. “Sure. I’ll just need a moment to, uh… make sure the file got saved properly, if that’s okay.”

Taking advantage of his temporary blindness, Y/N snatched his pillow from his side of the bed. She tucked it under herself and slid back under the sheets. “I've got a comfy bed already so… feel free to take as much time as you need.”

He laughed at her antics as he readjusted the laptop over his legs and opened it. Turns out the file had been autosaved, but Harry still saved it once more before switching off his computer and setting it over his desk. “Yeah, that's fine. I don’t mind giving you my bed for the night and sleeping on the air mattress for a change.”

“Or you could spare yourself and sleep right there instead of stressing about which one of us will be sleeping on the floor.”

Her offer caused his eyebrows to rise, but he wasn't sure if that was a good thing to do. He liked the idea of it but was a little concerned about accidentally doing something embarrassing in the middle of the night. What if he made a toot? Or worse, had a wet dream? He hadn't had any recently, but one never knew when it might start happening again. In any case, he'd probably wake up with a stupid morning wood as usual, which was something that he could typically make go away before he got up when Y/N was around… but if she was going to sleep next to him, wasn’t there a chance she could tell? That prospect made him terrified. “Um… I'm not sure that I'm a good sleep partner; My grandma says I used to move a lot in my sleep when I was small.”

“Oh. I don’t mind. I just really don't want to go to sleep by myself for some reason.” Y/N shrugged, leaving him unsure of what to say next. It was already difficult to say no when it wasn’t what he wanted to say, but it became nearly impossible when he looked at her and met her begging eyes.

Well then, if she was being so casual about it, he figured it must not be that common for people to do humiliating things in their sleep, contrary to what he had previously been led to believe by his insecurities. The other factor that was pushing him to say yes was that having to get up to grab the air mattress from the attic and make Y/N a bed sounded a little too demanding for how lazy he was feeling. His bed wasn't even tiny either, so they'd have plenty of room to spread out without troubling one another throughout the night. “Ok, alright. But don't grumble tomorrow about having trouble falling asleep because of me. This was entirely your idea.”  

“I don’t grumble.” He made sure to let her see his eyeroll before turning off the lights and getting into bed with a second pillow for himself. No one said anything for a bit, they were just adjusting their positions in search for the most comfortable one. Harry was still wide-awake, but he believed it wouldn't be long until Y/N fell asleep. She was already close to when they were working on the paper, so it shouldn't take long at all.

She proved him wrong, though, when she blurted out something after minutes of being quiet. “I have another question for you...”

“Oh. What’s that?”

Harry saw a shadow that he believed to be her head poking up from the pillow, propped on what should be her arm. Her voice sounded quite chirpy too, which meant he’d probably underestimated how awake and willing to chat his friend actually was. “Have you ever… like, kissed anyone?”

“That’s so random.” It was during times like these that Harry wished he could travel back in time. If he could turn back the clock and pretend to be asleep two seconds ago when Y/N asked if she could ask him a question, he wouldn’t even think twice. Heck, he'd even pretend to snore if it meant not having to respond but alas, since Harry didn’t have any time travel abilities, that wasn’t an option anymore. She knew he was awake and was anxiously awaiting his response. “You're quite random sometimes, Y/N...”

Her voice was hushed, yet a little taunting. “That’s not an answer.”

Harry sighed, realizing she wasn't going to let him off the hook until he participated in the discussion she wanted to have. “Alright, then… define kissing... does something like a peck qualify?”

“No, Harry. I'm talking about actual kissing. Tongue and all.”

“Oh um. I knew that, obviously.”

“And did you do it or not?”

“Yeah I, uh. I've kissed...” His words stumbled slightly. They didn't come out as cool or confident as he’d hoped, but he did try to make his statement sound plausible. “But it wasn’t with a lot of tongue... just like, a little bit.”

Y/N let out a snort at his unconvincing answer. “You’re a shit liar, but fine. I used to lie about it too when people asked me.” Rather than defending himself, Harry didn't say anything, which told his friend all she needed to know. “Is it something you think about, though? would you like to do it?”

“Well, yeah… of course I’d like to. Even some of the guys I hang out with have done it... and you’ve seen them.” Harry felt a bit mean making that remark about his friends' looks. Obviously, he wanted them to have someone who liked them, but that didn’t change the fact that none of them had much going in terms of physical appeal. “I'm not saying this to make you feel sorry for me. I know I’m the problem and that the reason why I haven’t kissed yet is because I’m not a kissable person. My only hope is that things will change once we start college. I don't know if I ever told you before, but I would really like to get contacts soon. I was also thinking it could be nice to start exercising more just so clothes would fit me better. What do you think? It should help, right?”

Even in total darkness, Harry could tell that Y/N's eyebrows were deeply furrowed by her tone of voice. “Who was it that told you you weren't kissable?”

“Nobody needed to tell me. I see myself every time I look in the mirror. I dress like my grandpa and have a bit of a hunch like him too.”

“I think you're mistaking being unattractive for wearing clothes that aren’t particularly flattering. It's very different.” Harry knew she couldn't see it, but he was kissing his teeth at what she’d said. “If the reason why you want to make those changes is to feel better about yourself, then you have my full support… I do, however, have a feeling that’s not all it is, so I hope you realize that you don’t have to bend over backwards to be likable or kissable, or anything else. You already are all of those things exactly as you are.”

“I appreciate you sugarcoating things in order to cheer me up but if what you are saying were true, and I was fine the way I am, I wouldn't have this much trouble finding someone who saw that in me.” He sighed, a little annoyed by her efforts. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but it’s hard for me to believe you’ll ever understand what it feels like to be me. You’re like... the coolest, most kissable girl ever.”

There was a slight click, and suddenly the room got soaked in an orange light that caused Harry to squint despite his familiarity with it. His bedside table lamp was on, and Y/N was staring at him in awe. “You think I’m kissable?”

Crap. Had he really blurted it out that way? He couldn't recall the precise words he had used, but it seemed unlikely that Y/N was asking him that for no reason. She looked very taken aback by what she’d heard, and Harry, who still hadn't a clue how he’d managed to put his foot in it yet again, felt his face turn red and his tongue stutter once more. “Not in a weird way! Maybe I phrased it in a way that made it seem like I was being weird, but it was just a form of expression. Not that what I said isn’t true, but I would never say it like that. Even if I wanted to kiss you, which has never crossed my mind until now, really. I don't know why my brain decided to picture that ridiculous scenario all of sudden.”

“Hm.” Y/N’s gaze was drawn to her hands as he finished. Harry observed that she was picking at her nail polish, which was rather unusual for her unless she was getting nervous. “Is it really that ridiculous? I mean, if you wanted to, I wouldn't mind...”

His forehead wrinkled. “Why? Because you feel sorry for me?”

“No Harry, because I'd like to.”

“Me? You’d like to kiss me? Why?”

Y/N shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know.” Her tone was a little hesitant, but she carried on. “Aff, okay… screw it. I might as well tell you since we’re talking about it. So, I, uh. I have a bit of a thing for you. I’ve had it for a while, but it was never too serious… just a little crush since well, I never really felt like there was a real possibility that it could be reciprocated. That’s why I didn’t tell you sooner, that and because I wasn't sure how things would turn out if you rejected me so… I figured it would be best not to say anything.” She shrugged once more, as a small smile formed on her lips. “You’ve also never mentioned having any crushes or expressed attraction for anyone in particular, so I thought maybe you weren't interested in that type of stuff much.”

“Yeah, right.” Harry rolled over in bed, facing away from her. It wasn’t unusual of Y/N to play practical jokes on him from time to time, but this one did not go over well with him. It seriously screwed with his self-esteem and since it was her, he could have easily been tricked into admitting something regarding his feelings, what made it even worse. “I know you’re taking the piss and I don’t think it’s funny at all.”

“Why would I be taking the piss? Do you really think I'd joke about something like this? And look at me when I'm speaking to you!” She pulled on his shoulder, compelling him to lie onto his back so she could at least see his face.

Harry complied with her, but not without a groan. “I'm serious Y/N. If you’re trolling, this is your one chance to say so ‘cause If I find out later that you were doing this to trick me or to see me make a fool of myself or to get me flustered, I'm going to get really, really angry at you.”

“I may play a lot of dumb jokes, but I don't play with people's feelings like that… let alone my friends' feelings. I'm dead serious, Harry. It's really not that hard to see it if you think a little.” She huffed, upset that he wasn’t taking her seriously. She'd guessed he’d act a little wary at first but hadn't expected him to think she was pulling a prank on him. How could he have missed that she had a thing for him anyway, with how touchy she was when they were alone together? With her acting so eager to be his first kiss? She'd been shit at hiding it for years. It was so clear. “Do you remember that time when we were 9, my parents took us to a fancy playground with boats and there was a girl there who had a Nintendo but wouldn't let me play with it, she would only let you, so I snatched it from your hands?”

"Yeah, I remember.” As he replied, Harry was unable to stop himself from letting out small laugh at the memory. “And then you threw it in the water because you'd heard from someone at school that Nintendo’s were waterproof. All the parents got so mad, and the girl wouldn't stop crying. It was awful.”

“Yeah, that. Except, I never really thought that they were waterproof. I did it because she was pretty... and it made me upset that you’d replaced me with her and left me to play alone, despite her being mean to me.” Y/N admitted, also laughing and shaking her head a bit at her childish antics. “Obviously I didn't know back then what being jealous was, but I think about that day a lot... it makes me feel embarrassed of what I did, but it also makes me realize that I've always been really possessive of you. I think if you'd turn out to have many girlfriends you would have realized much sooner that my feelings for you weren't just friendly ones.”

“Wow. Was that really what that was?” Harry was stupefied and Y/N couldn't not giggle at his open mouthed reaction. “I’m sorry, it’s just… this whole thing is really confusing. My head is spinning a bit and... being completely honest, part of me still thinks that you’re joking but at the same time, you seem serious enough so I’m gonna choose to believe you. Even if I have no idea why you'd like me that way, other than maybe ‘cause I have green eyes and am tall.

“The hair too. Don't forget your fluffy hair.” She added playfully. “No but, I like all of those things obviously, but they aren’t the reason why I like you. I just do. There’s no logical explanation for it.”

“Yeah, um. That makes sense. I mean, not really but I think I understand that feeling you were describing and… I can kind of relate to it too since I've kind of had a small crush too since last year… or well, I've realized last year... back when you were dating that Joshua guy. It made me a little jealous. I’ve always thought it was silly though, so I tried not to think about it too much.” Harry acknowledged, albeit doing it with more trepidation and delay than Y/N had. “I've had other crushes too, but they were on girls I never talked to so... they didn’t last too long.”

“Wait so… you’ve had a crush too? since that long?”

“I- uh.. I have. Yeah.”

“You must be really good at hiding your feelings then, because I never noticed anything that suggested that, much less that you were jealous. Trust me, if I had any inkling I would’ve had this conversation with you last year instead of doing what I did. I didn’t even like Joshua much… I just wanted to have someone.” She pursed her lips in a mournful smile before reaching out for Harry's hand. It wasn’t the first time that their hands had brushed, but this time something in Harry's chest was sparked by her touch, making him feel both ecstatic and stiff at the same time. “It's nice that you've had other crushes, though. I think I'd be more upset if I found out you'd been caught up on me all this time and I'd just been completely unaware of it. With that said, I don't want you thinking about other girls now. Only me.”

“Yeah, okay. Just you. I like how that sounds a lot.” Harry had no idea what had possessed him, but he felt compelled to bring her hand to his mouth and kiss it. His gesture made her giggle, but he got somewhat self-conscious afterwards. “Was that lame? Probably, right?”

“No, it was cute. I loved it.” She reciprocated by lifting his hand to her mouth and placing a kiss over his knuckles. “Is there anywhere else you’d like me to kiss?”

With a tentative smile, he gave her a direct glance before nodding. Y/N scooted a bit closer to him but as they got closer, Harry's body tightened a little. He couldn't take his eyes off her lips, yet the sight of the rosy, fluffy cushions was giving him pause. “I’m sorry if I’m not… uh… if I don’t know how to...”

She gave his cheek a comforting caress. “That’s fine, but are you okay? You’re shaking a bit.”

Harry laughed, feeling rather frustrated with himself. “Yeah, um… sorry about that. I'm just really nervous.”

“It can wait if you're not ready.” Y/N made a point of assuring him, even though she had a feeling that waiting wasn't what Harry wanted. He was just nervous, which was totally normal for someone who was about to get their first kiss. The most she could do was try to make him a bit calmer. “Is there anything specific that you're worried about?”

“No, I’m ready. It's just a bit overwhelming. This is all so alien to me… knowing you like me and all, it’s a lot for my nervous system to handle.” Y/N couldn’t not frown a bit at how adorable he was as she listened. “I- I'm also a little in over my head, thinking I probably won’t be as good as the boys you've kissed before.”

“You don't have to worry about that, really. Trying stuff until you figure out what makes the other person melt is one of the most fun parts.” She assured, before giving his hand another kiss. “We’ll learn that from one another, okay?”

Harry nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

Upon his approval, Y/N pulled herself closer and higher, until her face was barely above his. They both smiled as she rubbed her nose against his... once, twice, and then it happened. She dropped her head just enough for their lips to touch.

Her tenderness and Harry's stomach-bursting butterflies were in stark contrast, making for a bizarre, yet fascinating combination of sensations.

They weren't quite in time with one another's lips but their kiss was free flowing. And it felt flawless, akin to a Vivaldi concerto or a Michelangelo masterpiece. There was something alarming about it too, however. Suddenly, Harry could feel the relatively insignificant seed of love that Y/N had planted in his heart blossom into a giant sequoia tree. And he couldn't, for the life of him, fathom the possibility of having shared a moment as nice with anyone else.

He was truly loving whatever love spell she was casting on his body with her kissing, which is why he couldn't help but let out a low whimper when he felt their lips unglue from her pulling away. “Why did you- why did you stop?”

“Your stupid glasses are getting in my way.” She explained as she carefully started pulling them off his face. “Here, much better.” As soon as she was done placing his glasses over the nightstand, she raised her leg and straddled him. Well, sort of. It was more of an embrace; except she was laying on top of him. “This is okay, right? Not too much pressure?”

“Mh-mm. Better. Thank you.” Harry's face was flushed, and he couldn't stop smiling as he stared at her. She was so pretty, and her tummy against his felt so cozy. It was still hard to believe he had kissed her, but the sensation on his lips confirmed it was real, despite how uncanny it all felt. “I like this a lot, being this close to you.”

“Me too.” She ran her fingertips across his blushing skin. “You're so cute like this. I should’ve kissed you way sooner. You seem to like it too, don't you?”

“Mh-mm. I really do.” Harry desperately wanted more kisses from her, but he was still a little too unsure of himself to initiate. Besides, he’d really liked when she took initiative earlier and led the way so that’s what he wanted to happen again. “I’d like to do it some more, if that’s okay...”

Y/N smiled at his request, but wasted no time before she leaned in to taste his lips again.

It was mostly just smooches that they were trading, but that didn’t keep her from taking a nibble here and there. Harry was very responsive to her nibbles, which she appreciated. She’d never been with a boy who got whimpery and breathy just from making out before, but she found it to be incredibly encouraging and arousing.

What made it extra hot was knowing he wasn't doing it on purpose because he knew girls liked stuff like that. It was just how his body was reacting to her. She was also well aware that her kisses had gotten him bricked up instantaneously. His warm stiffness was palpable between her thighs, despite being covered by his pajama bottoms.

If it had been any of the boys she’d kissed before, the erection would have freaked her out a bit, but as it was Harry she thought it was cute that he was so excited. He wasn't the only one feeling this way though. The damp panties she had on served as a casual reminder that she was getting quite excited as well.

Despite her wants, Y/N had been doing a great job of controlling herself… only that task became much more challenging when Harry started getting more comfortable, more intuitive, and by default, touchier. At some point in the course of their kissing, he’d started sliding his hands up her back and, on occasion, giving her hips a squeeze. He'd noticed she was pleased by this, so he worked up the nerve to lower his hands to her bum and squeeze her there too.

“Not feeling so shy anymore, are you?” Y/N playfully teased, to which Harry responded by smiling and hiding his face by pulling her in for a hug. It hadn't been her intention to rub up on him, but he’d drew her in so close that their bellies were flush together, so when she shifted next he felt it on his crotch… and moaned, all deep and throaty. They stared at each other, until Y/N turned her mouth to Harry's ear and asked, “Do you want this? want me to do it again?”

His nodding was quick. “Just don't go too fast, ‘cause uh... might feel too good.”

“Okay, got it.” She said, then held onto the pillow under Harry’s head, nails digging into fabric as she began to move slowly on top of him. Rolling her hips to press down on the bulge in his pants. The pressure on her clit was both a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, it was a relief to finally have a way to sooth some of the built-up tension, but on the other, it made her yearn for more friction. She was being good and taking it nice and slow like Harry had asked though.

Still, she could feel his heavy, strained breathing against her skin. “Mm, it's too much, feels… too good. Ah-” He moaned again, once her fingers gripped at the roots of his hair.

“Shh, quiet.” Y/N covered his mouth and smiled. “I love your moans, but we have to keep it quiet.” She said, before removing her hand from his mouth and putting her lips in its place.

“I know, sorry.” Harry replied once she broke their kiss. “If I get loud again, you can repeat that hand thing if you want… it was hot.”

“Hmm, was it?” She returned her hand to his lips, but this time she allowed two fingers to go inside and prod into his mouth, that he was keeping slightly ajar for her. “That’s good, Harry. You're a natural at this, I think.” She had been straddling him with her body leaning over his, but she sat upright for a moment to appreciate how adorable he looked with her fingers in his mouth from farther away. As soon as he saw her eyes fixed on him, his lips encircled her fingers, and his tongue began to softly wriggle between them. “Mh-m... that's it. Just like that.”

As she started moving her hips again, Harry's hands shot to her waist, to hold her as she rutted against him. This gave her more balance, so she ramped up the pace, rubbing harder and faster to create the desired friction for her. The change caught up with Harry quickly, who began groan restlessly into her fingers in response. She pulled them off to let him speak. “S-slow... please go slower. If you don't, I'll-”

“Make a mess. I know. Give me your hands.” As per Y/N’s request, Harry slid his hands away from her waist and held them up between their bodies. Y/N took them, entwined their fingers together and then without warning, allowed her weight to fall forward, successfully pinning him to the bed. “I know you want to, but you're ashamed about doing it in your underwear. So, I was thinking… if I keep you like this and force it out of you, maybe you won't feel so bad about wanting it anymore. What do you say?”

“I just don't want to get you dirty, that's all. I thought I could keep it under control a little better, but I can't. It feels so much better than my hand.” Harry acknowledged, smiling shyly. “That sounds hot, though… the idea of you forcing it.”

“I know but don't worry about getting me dirty. I brought extra pjs.” She gave him a reassuring smile and squeezed his hands. “So…you want to do it, then? Since you think it’s hot…”

A delaying groan rumbled in his throat before his lips parted into a broad smile, the kind of smile you make when you’re on the verge of breaking into laugher. “I’m going be so embarrassed about this tomorrow, but yeah. I want to.”

Y/N shook her head at him, grinning. “Don't. I've always wanted to do this. It's a bit of a fantasy of mine, I guess.” She didn’t give him a chance to react to her confession, as she started rutting against his cock again. This time she wasn’t being gentle or avoiding any harsh friction. Her movements were quicker and jerkier than they had been before, and she tightened her hold on his hands as well. She had a hunch Harry liked the feeling of being held down and used, so that's what she was doing.

He was shivering beneath her, taking fast breaths through his mouth as he looked her in the eyes. The poor baby couldn’t stay quiet for the life of him, either. His whimpers and groans were unrelenting, so she was bound to muffle him once more.

His now-free hand joined hers over his mouth, but it didn’t linger there for long since he took hold of her wrist and started guiding it downward. “My neck,” He pleaded lowly, his voice trembling. “…want your hand on my neck.”

She gave him a devilish smirk before grabbing his throat. She only needed to hold him still; there was no need to squeeze or do anything else. “And I want your cum,” she told him, hoping that slipping in a few dirty words in combination with her movements would make him snap. “…want my thighs all wet and sticky from it.”

Harry’s legs jerked beneath her. “Close,” He warned, a little startled. “So, so close…” The fact that she could not only hear him but also feel his words on his throat as he spoke was incredibly arousing. “Please…” He pled sweetly, what triggered a sudden desire in Y/N's chest to be closer. She released her hold on his throat and hugged him tight as she drove her hips into his, rutting violently to make him orgasm.

It worked.

Between her thighs, Y/N could feel his warm juices seeping through the material of her pajamas. So she kept rutting, wanting to make sure she had extracted every last drop of them.

Harry returned her tight hug all the way through his climax, and he didn’t let go after either. They remained in that position for a while, holding each other close regardless of the slightly unpleasant wetness that was binding them together. “We should probably change right?” Y/N asked after a beat, despite her lack of want to wrest away from him.

“M-hm. I’m all gross and sticky.” Harry laughed. “I’m gonna need another shower in the morning, but for now, I think I'll just wipe it off and put on new boxers. I mean if you don't mind that I don't wear pants to bed…”

“No, I don't mind. I'm gonna take mine off too.”

“Oh. That's a great idea. Sounds perfect to me.” Harry playfully quipped, before he got out of bed and started opening drawers. “Also, um… I don't know how to ask without being weird, but could you close your eyes for a moment? so I can take care of myself real quick?” Y/N said yes and turned away to give him privacy while he cleaned himself and changed. She was a tiny bit surprised that he hadn't wanted to use the restroom for that, but she figured that since it was closer to his grandparents' bedroom at the end of the corridor, he probably didn't want to risk going and waking them up. “Okay… you can look now.”

When Y/N looked at him next, the first thing she noticed was that he had on a pair of tight, black boxers. The next thing she noticed was that Harry was looking at her legs, since, as he’d probably seen when he turned, she had also stripped off her pants in the interim, leaving just her grey panties on. “What?” He smiled in response to her curious gaze.

She wouldn’t bring it up, but she could see he had grown a little hard in his boxers just from seeing her sprawled in bed with no pants on. “Nothing, you’re cute.”

Harry snorted at that. “Thanks, but you're much cuter.” He wandered across the room to where the supermarket bags were. “Are you thirsty? Do you want water or a snack? ”

“Hmm, just water if that’s okay.”

Harry handed her the water bottle and sat down on the bed next to her while she drank from it. “You didn’t cum…” he pointed out after a moment of pause.

“Oh um… yeah. I didn’t. It’s okay though.” Y/N laughed, shrugged, and took another sip of her water.

“Hmm.” Harry hummed, before scooting a little closer to her. “It must be a bit of an unpleasant feeling, no? and hard to sleep like that.”

“It is a little until it goes away but nothing that I can't handle.”

“Hm.” He hummed again, before Y/N cocked her head to kiss his lips. She’d only meant to give him a peck, but Harry changed her plans when he leaned in to kiss her deeper. He seemed really eager to continue kissing and well, she wasn't about to say no to him. Especially when he went so far as to nibble on her lip, which he hadn’t done before. He was also getting handsy with her, and she loved it. He was touching her more and focusing on the spots he'd learned she liked.

“That,” She blurted, as she paused to catch her breath. “That feels really nice.”

“M-hm.” He murmured against her lips as he kissed her again. His hand continued to grab at her as they kissed, to the point where Y/N couldn’t take it anymore. She hadn’t meant to but ended up moving her knees apart out of desperation. Being so blatant almost made her feel ashamed, but she didn't because she felt Harry's palm wrap over her crotch. In response to his touch, she moaned into his mouth, and he moaned back, surprised at how her moisture had soaked through her panties. “Teach me.” He asked, softly. “I want to learn. I- um, want to make you go to sleep happy.”

“That’s so nice, Harry, really. I, um-” She smiled while wiping the tears forming in her eyes. “I’m already happy.” She didn’t know what was making her so overwhelmed with joy all of sudden. She’d always known Harry was boyfriend material, but it was still nice to see how much he gave thought to her needs and happiness. And she was happy. So, so happy to finally have him like this, all to herself. “Do you want me to show you how to touch?”

“Yes please. To make you feel good.”

“Okay.” She placed her hand on top of his. “Here,” she explained once she’d guided his fingers to the spot of her panties right above her clit. “Circular motions with your fingers feel really nice, so does pressure. You don't have to focus on just that spot though… the nicest feeling is when you rub there but also all over.” She glanced at him, then bit her lip and asked, “Wanna try?”

“Yeah, alright.” Harry responded, adjusting his position slightly so that Y/N could get more comfortable. They decided to have her sit between his legs, facing away from him since that would make it easier for her to lead him. Once they’d both settled, Harry began to touch her in the way she had showed him, moving his hand broadly enough to reach a little bit everywhere in between her legs. “Am I doing it right?”

“Mm-hmm, you're doing really good.” Y/N was still holding his hand while he touched her, and she was fascinated by the size difference between their hands. “Your hands are really big, which... makes it feel extra good.”

“Really? That’s nice. I'm definitely grateful for that.” He said while looking down as well. “Should I put more pressure, or is it okay as it is?”

“It’s fine but I wouldn’t mind a little more...” She could tell he was afraid of hurting her, and that’s why he was being so careful and gentle in his touching. She wasn’t planning on rushing him or constantly give him directions though, so instead she simply relaxed against his chest and let him probe at his own pace. Because, after all, even though he was playing safe, she was still thoroughly enjoying herself.

It took Harry a few minutes to figure out how much pressure and speed he should be using, but eventually he pressed and swirled his fingers around her sensitive nub in a way that felt just right. When Y/N’s breath faltered he glanced at her worriedly, what made her chuckle. “No, don't worry. You didn't hurt me.” She took advantage of his staring to steal a kiss from his lips. “Keep going like that.”

Harry smiled proudly at that. He’d had a feeling he was starting to get the hang of it due to the way Y/N’s breathing had become more erratic and she'd begun to quiver against him on occasion but hearing it from her mouth that he was doing a good job was much, much better. He was really looking forward to making her cum. She looked so pretty like this, flushed and a little out of breath. She'd been staring at his face a lot from over her shoulder in the last couple of minutes, biting her lip and letting out little hums of pleasure to let him know he was making her feel good.

“Like that. Don’t stop.” Those quiet, whispered words snapped him out of his reverie. He knew what they meant, even before she told him, “I’m really, really close.”

He'd learnt from a meme he saw once that when girls said that boys weren't meant to speed up or change what they were doing in the slightest, so he merely focused on adding a bit more pressure, since that was something he knew she liked, and trying to keep his hand's tempo.

Despite how hot he found it, Harry wasn't very comfortable with dirty talk, but seeing her like this and recalling the perfect, filthy words she'd said to him just before making him cum, he felt compelled to give it a shot. “I can feel how wet your panties are, it’s so hot.” He whispered into her hair. “I can smell it too and it makes me want to eat you out so bad. I've never done it before, but I can't stop thinking about doing it to you.” Rather than trying to sound hot, he was simply stating facts about how she was making him feel, and somehow it was working. “I wanna make you cum like this first though. From rubbing your little pussy this way, just like you taught me to.”

Harry's words, paired with the precise movements of his fingertips around her pussy got her right at the edge. She trembled, clutched his wrist, and strained to keep her legs open.

“Please, please, please...” She started begging out loud right before the warm pleasure bubble on her belly popped, so Harry did the same thing she’d done to him and muffled her by putting his hand over her mouth.

He hadn't anticipated being able to feel when a girl orgasmed, but he was. He could feel the strong pulse under his fingers as soon as Y/N started to cum, and it was one of the hottest things he’d ever experienced. He could also feel the damp spot on her panties becoming even more drenched as he stroked her through it and God, the smell… it was making his mouth water.

If she didn’t look so exhausted, Harry would have begged her to let him take off her panties and lick her clean, but those puffy, glossy eyes didn't permit his mind to stray any further. If there was one thing Harry understood about Y/N, it was how she looked just before falling asleep, and that was exactly how she was getting.

So he helped her into bed and lay down beside her, but his heart wouldn't let him fall asleep before he asked, “You’re staying for the entire weekend, right?” and his ears picked up a faint “M-hm” in return.

A smile spread across Harry’s face as she pulled him in for a cuddle.

This was going to be the best weekend ever.

**

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Their Angel. Yan!HOTD x Reader

I've been having so many thoughts about yandere house of the dragon x reader, how the 3 big houses (Targaryen, Velaryon & Hightower) would fight for the darlings' affection. Platonic, Familial or romantic. I feel like they would, of course, all fight over what colours you would wear, what house you represent until a very annoyed and exhausted council member suggested white.

"like an angel," Viserys adds, it was said that the gods had sent you down to bless them so dressing you in white seemed the best option... but that didn't stop them from gifting you jewellery that had the colours of their house.

The Hightower jewellery had the most expensive Jade and Emerald on top of gold, these pieces can range from delicate rings to big statement necklaces that encompass your neck. Alicent prefers to give you these gifts in person, alone, perhaps in her or your chambers. Presenting you with the beautifully engraved box as she opens it, showing you a new necklace with a beautiful dark green emerald. Otto's gifts never cease to awe you in how quiet that man is in his actions, a small indiscreet box upon your pillow when you ready for bed. Inside lays a note, upon which Otto describes the moment he found this beautiful ring and knew he must get it for you, the handwriting almost as beautiful as the peridot ring you now proudly wear on your pinkie.

The Targaryen jewellery is almost always extravagant, having connections to get you the best out of everything. Viserys gifts you capes, crowns and veils but unlike the others, he almost always keeps them in white, unless they have jewels. His favourite thing to see you in is crown veils, the jewellery hanging down and framing your face makes you seem like you stepped down from heaven's gate. When Aemma was still around, she gifted you rings and earrings, she wasn't able to give you much before she passed in childbirth. So you hold these gifts quite dearly to your heart, always sporting the dark ruby red ring on your thumb, twisting it when you get nervous. Rhaenrya, oh dear Rhaenrya, she wanted everyone to know that you belong to the Targaryens. To the Blood of The Dragons, her first gift to you was a cloak clasp that show two dragons on each side, her second gift was a crystal bracelet that had a chain connecting to a ring, it was a simple design but by the gods it made you feel exquisite. There was one gift that set the nail in the coffin, it was a gift from Rhaenrya and Aemma, a dragon that wrapped around your neck. Signifying the hold that House Targaryen has on you.

The Velaryon jewellery is often pearls or other sea gemstones as they sit on driftmark and have a hand over the trading routes, Rhaenys upon her second meeting of you, gifting you a pearl ring slipping upon your finger herself. Corlys gifted you a relic that was been with the Veleryons for ages on your first birthday with them, the beautiful necklace made with blue topaz, moonstones and blue chalcedony, wrapped beautifully with Valeryon silver. Vaemond... never was quite as fond as you as his brother and sister-in-law were, you were no Targaryen or Velaryon but for small moments he forgot that and adored your sweet smile.

I would love to draw male and female outfits of what this au's darling would look like, i can also do a part two of the other things the other characters would give you as i excluded a lot as to not make this any longer than it is. Should i make a fic with this idea? pls send me an ask if you're interested in this au

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Belladonna - Leto Atreides x F!Reader

Belladonna (Atropa belladonna) - Meaning: Silence, betrayal

Summary: Duke Leto's new wife has been neglected. When the Duke finds her under his Swordmaster, he summons her to his office for a talk but it ends up not being what she expected.

Pairing: Leto Atreides x F!Reader, (past fling) Duncan Idaho x F!Reader

Word Count: 918

Warnings: Slight Hurt/Comfort, fluff, Discussion of marital neglect/politically arranged marriage that leads to infidelity, reader has female genitalia but is otherwise not described, slight language, reader tries to appear aloof, Leto is probably OOC, feelings talk, a little husband/wife flirting at the end

Day 4 my loves! This is my first Dune fic and I have only seen the 2021/2024 films and read through some of the Wiki pages so forgive me if there are horrendous inaccuracies. This takes place pre-Dune by about 10 years, so Paul is a kid and Leto is a little younger but still foxy as hell.

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The thing about Caladan, you had come to learn, is that no matter where you were in the palace you could always hear the ocean. The crash of waves against the cliff below lulled you to sleep every night since your marriage to Duke Leto about two months ago. Sixty days, of which the Duke had only visited your bedchamber twice. The rest he spent, you assumed, in his chambers with Lady Jessica. 

In fact, you had barely seen him other than your weekly dinners since the wedding. The dinners were silent affairs, you on one end of the long formal dining table and the Duke on the other. Conversation extended no further than pleasantries. You didn’t mind too much — a political marriage like yours wasn’t meant to inspire affection and since the Duke had his concubine and his heir, you were only there to solidify the alliance between Caladan and your home planet, Calypso-9. 

Today, you’d been summoned to his office to discuss yesterday’s incident. 

The incident in which he’d found you underneath his Swordmaster Duncan Idaho in the training room. Half-naked. Writhing and crying in pleasure while Duncan pummeled your cervix with his impressive cock. It had been months since you’d been intimate with someone, and during your self-defense training Duncan’s touches while he corrected your form along with the smell of his sweat and endorphins from the exercise had proven to be too much. You’d given in to your baser instincts, and fuck, did it feel good.

Leto hadn’t said anything, only caught your attention with a loud clear of his throat. When he saw your and Duncan’s eyes on him, all he did was about-face and walk out of the room. 

He maintained the same stoic expression now. His dark eyes bore into yours as he stroked his beard. You had noticed how large his hands were during your wedding ceremony, and you remembered how they felt on you while he dispassionately consummated your union that night. All you could hear were the waves crashing. 

“I think we’re both aware of why I called you here,” he finally said, breaking the silence. 

“You found me fucking Duncan. I apologize if you were offended, my Lord, but I’m not sure why you called me here. Were you offended? Jealous?” You honestly didn’t know why he would want to hash this out between you unless he was going to scold you for being so indiscreet, which you supposed was deserved. 

“What if I was?” He asked, gaze softening before he continued without waiting for your answer, “Even though you and I both know I have no right to be. Our marriage is simply a political arrangement and I have Jessica and Paul while you left your homeworld to come here and be ignored by the husband you never wanted in the first place.” 

Gobsmacked. That was the only way you could describe yourself as you picked your jaw up off the floor. To say you hadn’t expected candor of this level was an understatement.

“I…Apologies, my Lord, but-” 

“Leto.”

“Pardon?”

“You are my wife, there’s no need for formalities. Call me Leto.”

You held back a scoff, turning it into a light sigh instead. “Since this is the second longest conversation we’ve ever had, you’ll forgive my hesitation with familiarities, but alright. Leto,” he nodded gratefully, so you continued, “I don’t fully understand your meaning.” 

“What I mean is I am angry about what I saw yesterday but not for the reasons you may think. I’m not upset with you because I understand that I am what drove you into the arms of my Swordmaster. I am angry with myself for neglecting you so cruelly since our wedding and I promise to do better by you. Perhaps not to Duncan’s extent, but-” 

You burst out laughing, which caused his brows to knit together in confusion. His large hands folded in front of him on his desk as you tried to get yourself under control. 

“I’m - I’m sorry,” you said, waving a hand in front of you, “I don’t mean to be laughing, I swear, but…is that all it would’ve taken to get your attention?” 

“Well, no, but-” 

“To think all I had to do was fuck someone else…I would’ve gotten your attention weeks ago.” 

“You’ve…been wanting my attention?”

This time you let your scoff out, “Of course! When my father told me he’d found me a husband I expected some old, ugly lord with at least two dead wives and no heirs. You cannot imagine the relief I felt when we met and you were none of those things.” 

“I’m not not old,” he chuckled, ducking his head.  

“Oh, pish, you’re barely forty, and don’t look it.” 

He looked up at you from under his regal brow and you felt butterflies stirring in your chest. “And you are one of the most beautiful women who has ever stepped foot on Caladan.” 

You couldn’t help the blush that rose in your cheeks, “Are you flirting with me, Leto?” 

“Perhaps. You are my wife after all,” he smirked, standing from behind his desk and coming around it, offering his arm to you. “Would you like to walk with me? A proper tour of the grounds?” 

You accepted, resting your hand in the crook of his arm and subtly stroking his inner forearm. “And maybe we can stop in the training room?” 

His smirk widened into a smile and you were enchanted at the sight. “Whatever my wife desires.” 

#writing challenge #fanfiction #dune fanfiction #leto atreides x you #leto atreides x reader #duncan idaho #political marriage au #dune fic #dune fanfic #duke leto x reader #duke leto x you #duke leto atreides #in bloom

[cloverstellar]

you’re weedsecure (don’t know what for)

AKA: ROSE AND MAX HAVE A HOMOEROTIC BETRAYAL

oh god. read this at your own risk. I was forced to post this, anyways this was written by yours truly, max @thundercubed, and edited by arson @its-arson-time.

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~~~fic under the cut

Rose frowned. The dark, shadowed green vines under her feet curled over the ground like an angry infection. Across the field, standing sullen among the wild grass and weeds, was Max Thundercubed. 

“Rose,” Max called, their voice carrying like a siren’s song across the wind. Even with the distance, Rose couldn’t mistake the crack in their voice, the crumbling of their composure.

“What the fuck do you want, Max? I gave everything to you! You left me with nothing, nothing,” her chest was heaving, burning tears welling up in her throat. “I don’t even know you anymore.”

Max took a shaky step forward, knees nearly buckling as they tried to grapple for the right words. “Rose, wait, please, let me explain—”

“I don’t want to fucking hear it!” She took a heavy, anchored step backwards, shaking hands finding their way into her tangled brown hair, “You left me behind to pursue some stupid fucking dream you wouldn’t even share with me—ME!”

Heart in her throat, she waited for an answer to her unsaid question. 

“I threw away everything for my dreams,” Max said, voice gravelly and low.

“Yeah, including me. Was it worth it, asshole? Your world is crumbling under your shaking knees. Look at you! You’re not even seeing yourself!” The barren, dead trees crackled in the heavy wind. “Is this the future you wanted,” she cried, “one where you leave the one person who loved you behind?”

“I left you behind because I didn’t want to ruin your life!” Max gasped, tears pricking at the corners of their eyes. “I knew that my dreams were outlandish, yeah—but I was willing to make that sacrifice because it was my own life. And I couldn’t bear to drag you down with me.” 

Max gritted their teeth and tore a calloused hand through their messy blond hair. “I know I would have. Don’t you dare try to convince me otherwise.”

The air fell still. “And what even was ‘that life,’ Max? What was so terrible about your own fucking dreams that you needed to leave me behind? How is something so important to you awful??” 

Rose knelt to the floor, reaching for a sign of life, of anything hopeful, among the dying vines. 

Nothing. She looked up. “Well?”

A gust of wind blew through Max’s curls. In the distance, thunder rumbled. Rose’s eyes widened. Coming from the heavy clouds, a small, indiscreet bag drifted into Max’s hand.

“I wanted to grow weed, Jesse.” 

Silence crackled through the air, so deafening it took the breath out of the gobbler’s lungs. (“they call me the gobbler” -rose)

“Max… who’s Jesse?”

“Your mother,” Max replied without hesitation. “Her name was Jessica, but we called her Jesse. I found the weed seeds in the back of her garden shed. I took them and began planting them when I was 8 years old. Ten years later, my weed empire grows strong.”

A broken gasp fell from Rose’s lips. “By jove.. was she trans?”

“Yes,” Max said, a single tear falling down his cheek. “She was. She bought me my first binder, in fact.”

“Cor blimey, I had no idea…” the vines around Rose began to bloom with life, like she was Rapunzel and the vines were her hair or some shit, “that’s.. the best thing I’ve ever heard! I’m so happy for you Max. Or sad. I think you’re insinuating that Jesse, my mother, is dead. That’s not very swag money cold cash of her.”

“Well you see, that’s a complex issue, because there was an incident involving your grandfather Wilbur and a boiler explosion. It’s kind of like a Schrodinger's cat situation. She’s both alive and dead, and neither at the same time.”

The vines around Rose grew and grew. “You know, that reminds me of that one video I showed you, Max, back when we were both immature kids on the interwebs.”

A vision appeared in the air, displaying an English dubbed clip from season two of popular anime My Hero Academia, and slowly, you can hear audio filter through..

“MOMMY… LOVES ME MORE…”

Max’s eyes widened in horror. “No…it can’t be…

“NO, THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE, SHE ALWAYS SPENT MORE TIME WITH ME!”

“NO! I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANY LONGER!” Max howled, collapsing to the ground and clamping their hands over their ears. “NOT THE 2021 SLIMECICLE REFERENCE!”

“IT’S BECAUSE… YOU PISS ON THE TOILET!”

Max let out a raw scream of rage and terror so visceral that it was as loud as the brewing storm. Lightning crackled through the air, the sharp tang of petrichor thick in the air.

The storm’s power was so strong it knocked Rose out of the Slimecicle Reference Trance she had fallen into. She woke up to the ringing of “nipple sized fingers,” and “the number one child,” rattling around in her head.

“Ugh,” she sighed, “that was.. for you.. mom.”

Exhausted, she collapsed to the floor, the last thing she saw before passing out was Max’s floating form surrounded by bushels of weed (kinda looking like Todoroki in that literal clip that just played, but with weed). 

In her mind, she could've sworn she could see 3 women, with an aggressive boyfriend, and yes, they smoked weed.

Weed. Buy a premium subscription to ThunderWeed Industries for only $122345654674567.99 a month! Get premium, ethically sourced weed today!

Or don’t do that and give Rose Genlossicle all your money instead for funsies.

Weed is funsies!

No it’s not weed is bad. Penis is funsies. Finger sized nipples are funsies

Gotta agree with you on that. Dick n balls

Weed can be funsies if you weed responsibly

Ok we’re done.

THE END MOTHERFUCKERS

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The Courtship Deception - Part 6: Surprise

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Written for @throneofglassmicrofics

IM SO EXCITED TO POST THE NEXT PART

Warnings: none?

Words: 714

Fenrys’ POV

Chaol’s face looked surprisingly welcoming when Fenrys entered his bedroom’s antechamber.

“You have news from Aelin?”

Fenrys’ eyes sparkled. Straight to the point, as he liked it. “As a matter of fact, I do.”

“Did she like the gifts?”

“Well…” he picked on his nails, feigning nonchalance. “Her favorite one was a Cartier bracelet.”

“Interesting.” Chaol tilted his head, curious. “I don’t remember her following Cartier on Instagram in the research I did.”

He shrugged. “This just means someone else knows her better.”

“Your point is?”

“My point is that Aelin’s confused to why you agreed to this,” Fenrys lied. His point was actually to send these boys running, but he’d only ruin his agenda by disclosing it. “You either don’t want this, or you were definitely quick to forget about Dorian,” Fenrys not-so-subtly mentioned their scandalous affair.

The man’s face turned somber. “He was quick to forget about me too, wasn’t he?

“Wow.” Fenrys leaned on the wall, carefully trying to pick up on his cues. “So Aelin’s the next best thing, or you’re just trying to get to Dorian by chasing her?”

His jaw tightened. “Are you usually this indiscreet with people like me?”

“Not with people like you, no.” Fenrys looked at Chaol up and down, unafraid. “I’m more used to royal families, I didn’t know lords were so… touchy.”

If someone questioned him, Fenrys was just doing his job—protecting Aelin. She was currently being chased, without her consent, by two boys who, from the looks of it, were willing to marry this girl they couldn’t handle for a month when she was eighteen. Idiots, both of them.

Chaol sat on an armchair, legs crossed, but those tight eyes and flat lips failed to hide his anger. “I still don’t know why you’re here.”

To scare him away, though Fenrys was failing at that miserably. He scrambled his head for a new tactic.

“I…” he trailed, trying to buy some time. “The gifts.” Fenrys cleared his throat. “Aelin liked the Cartier bracelet better. You’re losing the gift battle.”

“And?”

“You’re actually my favorite in the courtship run, you know—“

“That’s hard to believe—“

“Shh. You are,” Fenrys lied, “I’m rooting for you. That’s why I’m suggesting you a new way to get her back, since you used to date.”

Chaol leaned back on his chair, finally interested. “Do tell.”

“Aelin likes her men with balls.”

“You don’t say.”

Fenrys narrowed his eyes at him. “Not literally.”

“What do you mean, then?”

“You could prove yourself to her in a duel.”

He’d face Dorian at the duel and give up on killing the man he loves. The shame of his surrender would send him flying back to Anielle. It was perfect. Fenrys came up with it in half a second, but it was flawless.

“A duel?! Isn’t the arranged marriage outdated enough?”

“She likes period romances.” Fenrys shrugged. “It’s the fastest way to her heart.”

“Nope.” Chaol got up, paced around his room for a second with both fists on his hands. “I’m not battling against Dorian. Not like this.”

Oh, fuck. Fenrys crossed his arms, keeping a smirk to hide his struggle. Think of something, think of something, think of something—

“Who told you the Cartier bracelet was from Dorian?”

It was, but Chaol didn’t need to know this.

The man’s eyes went wide. “Rowan,” he said in a pensive tone, low with realization. He paced a little more, frowning.

“A duel, really? That’s your best guess?”

Fenrys tsked, as if this was such a naïve question. “Do you know how often she rereads that Bridgerton book with the duel scene?”

“How often?”

“Often.”

Well, she did like Bridgerton, but Fenrys knew nothing about the series or if it had duel scenes. He was sure Chaol didn’t know either.

“Very well, then.” The man swallowed, not meeting the other’s eye. “Tell Rowan I’ll see him on Thursday at 7pm.”

˜˜

“At Mala’s abandoned temple by the Florine?” Dorian asked, fiddling with his handcuffs at his own bedroom antechamber.

Fenrys gave him a curt nod, glad that he found the prince at a time no one was close to hear. “Rowan will meet you there.”

Now, it was time to tell Rowan about the two duels he had queued up.

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Aftershow

Pairing: Frank Iero x Reader Summary: Kinktober Day Thirteen - Exhibitionism Warnings: NSFW content Tags: exhibitionism, humiliation, degradation, dirty talk, fingering, begging Word Count: 2233 A/N: Feeling suspiciously better today. It's gotta be the four hundred cough drops that are currently tearing apart my intestines. Anyway, this is another July fic. Mediocre at best. It was supposed to have a part two but I never wrote it. Maybe one day. Enjoy!

Adrenaline was high backstage, loud chatter flowing freely between your boyfriend and his band. It wasn’t uncommon for you to hang around with them after shows, not that Frank would miss an opportunity to show you off anyway. They took a great liking to you, enjoying your company when Frank brought you around and making sure to ask him how you were doing when he didn’t. Often, Frank would joke about how none of them had partners of their own, so they chose to live vicariously through him instead.

“You did great,” you said, striding over to him as he waved to you with open arms.

“Yeah?” he asked, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist and leaning down to press his mouth to yours.

His lips contrasted the smooth strokes of his hands, kissing you heatedly despite your company. Remembering that the guys were nearby, you pulled away, eyeing the group to ensure that you weren’t disrupting them. “They don’t care,” Frank assured you, pulling you back in by your hips for one more kiss.

“C’mon, you know Gerard will say something,” you said, trying to be stern, only to melt with one look into his puppy eyes.

“Oh? Why can’t Gerard see?” he grinned, knowing full well that Gerard would holler at you to get a room, but playing dumb for the sake of teasing you was more fun. “Is Gerard also not allowed to see how you’re dressed tonight?”

You glanced over at him, but his eyes were already on you, and he turned a light pink before looking away. “I think he already has,” you told Frank, eyes flicking back to his friend.

Frank couldn’t blame him for looking–any of them, really, you had become certain of attention already. Not in the skirt you were wearing, the plaid and pleated kind that preparatory school boys would try to sneak glances under. There was no need to sneak peeks if you moved too much though, fabric riding up just enough to expose the curve of your ass. It didn’t bother him at all; in fact, it made him even more proud to be dating you. He got a major ego boost knowing that even if everyone’s eyes were on you, he’d be taking you home at the end of the night.

You took no issue with it either, enjoying the attention you received as long as it didn’t bother Frank. Since he didn’t care, you figured you could have a bit of fun, walking over to the guys with Frank in tow.

“Hey,” Gerard greeted you, shooting you a small smile. “Did you enjoy the show?”

You nodded happily, “Yeah, you guys did great tonight!”

The same baby pink tinged his cheeks again, thanking you, and turning back to Mikey, who gave you a small wave. Ray walked over to you this time, and you gave him a quick hug, pressing your chest flush against his and wrapping your arms around him. He definitely picked up on how close you were, taking a shallow breath.

“It should only be another twenty minutes, but for now you’re stuck with us,” he said as you pulled away, rubbing your back lightly.

Frank sighed behind you, sliding down against the wall and tugging you into his lap, and it wasn’t long before they sat down too, in a lopsided circle of sorts. They spoke amongst themselves, Frank chatting away to Mikey, who sat directly across from you, taking indiscreet glances every now and then. Sure, maybe it was meant to egg him on, but god was it fun to listen to his stammer. You weren’t doing much, simply running your hands up your thighs and accidentally letting your skirt ride up a bit more than what’s modest.

Mikey wasn’t the only one to notice; the three of them tried to take subtle peeks as if you nor Frank could tell. Each time their eyes lingered over you, you grew warmer, arousal flowing through you. You let your eyes fall closed for a moment, trying to pull yourself together instead of grinding on Frank’s thigh in front of his best friends. He knew you were turned on by the attention–he could feel the slightest squirms when someone would shoot you a look, and he could hear your breathing quicken as it became harder for you to stay composed.

His lips against your ear caught you off guard, and his breath made you shiver as he spoke. “You’re so dirty letting them look at you like that,” he mumbled, nipping at your neck. “Does it turn you on that your boyfriend’s friends want to fuck you?”

It sounded so much filthier coming from him, and you could only manage a nod, to which he lightly slapped your thigh, “Words.”

“Yes,” you breathed, just loud enough for him to hear. It was enough though, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he kissed your skin.

“You’d let them, wouldn’t you, slut? Let them fuck my pussy, huh?”

The nickname alone had your head spinning, and twenty minutes started to seem like an eternity. All you wanted was to get back to his hotel room and give yourself up to him, letting him do as he pleased. You couldn’t form words at the moment, humming in confirmation instead, which he wouldn’t have allowed if you were alone.

“I could fuck you right now in front of all of them,” he said, voice low and assertive. “Bet you’d like that. I bet you want them to see you take my cock like the whore you are.”

It was almost too much, the way he bit gently on your skin, sealing each mark with his tongue, hands busying themselves as he sunk them into your plush thighs. The minty smell of his deodorant was still detectable, though it was mixed with post-show sweat, which somehow turned you on more. The group was no longer focused on you, paying no mind to how Frank’s head was tucked away in the crook of your neck while you shifted around in his lap. You almost wished they were paying attention, missing the sweet shame you felt as they watched you silently beg to be fucked.

“You’re wet right now, aren’t you?” he asked, already knowing the answer as you were practically soaking through to his jeans at this point.

“Fuck, yes,” you mumbled, head lolling back against his shoulder, putting on quite the show for the rest of the guys.

“C’mon baby, be good and get yourself off on my thigh.”

“Frank, they’re right there,” you whined quietly, heart racing at his request.

He hummed in your ear, “Perfect. Show them what a good girl you are.”

Your breath hitched, and he tapped out for a moment. “Color?”

“Green,” you told him, and with that, he reverted to his former state, grip firm on your hips once more.

For a brief moment, your eyes fluttered open, quickly scanning your company, finding them still lost in conversation. Taking the opportunity while you had it, you began to rock against his thigh. It was subtle at first, slow and sporadic movements that seemed as if they were enough. They were fine at first, easing the throb between your legs, but you soon grew greedy, seeking more at the expense of your dignity. Frank knew it wouldn’t take long for you to crack, not with how you were constantly pleading for more after the lightest of touches. He gave it two minutes–there was no way you wouldn’t give in, needing not only to be touched but attention.

After three minutes of fighting your libido, you gave in. They knew, of course they knew, sneaking glances with a silent pact not to ruin the moment. You couldn’t care less about how obvious you were being anymore, desperately searching for friction as you ground your hips against his thigh.

“You can do better than that,” he mumbled, adjusting his leg in hopes of helping, but it still wasn’t enough.

“Please,” you whispered over and over again, and thankfully he gave in, shifting you over and slipping his hand under your skirt.

Now they were really looking, watching as Frank spread your thighs, tugging your panties down to give them a perfect view of your dripping cunt, begging to be filled and used while you took everything he gave to you. It gave him a power high, knowing they could see what clearly belonged to him, and getting turned on by it, no less. The fact that you were desperate enough to let him fuck you in front of his friends had blood rushing straight to his cock, holding back a moan at the thought of it.

He used his fingers instead though, starting by placing them flat against your tongue, your lips enveloping them in warmth, sucking on them wantonly before he pushed them deeper, listening to you gag before pulling them out. He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple as tears pricked your eyes, sliding his fingers across your folds and caressing your skin to avoid giving you what you wanted. Sure, it felt nice, but having his pretty fingers buried inside of you felt better.

“Frank,” you whimpered pathetically, trying to push yourself closer to his fingers, but he held you away with a warm hand pressed to your stomach. A smile played on his lips once more, staring down at you as he mouthed one word.

“Beg.”

Looking over at the guys, you could see that they were trying to keep a conversation going, too shy to admit that yes, they were all eagerly waiting to watch their friend fingerfuck you. If you looked close enough, you could see Gerard’s erection through his jeans–something you’d seen many times as you watched him on stage, but knowing it was because of you was a completely different experience. Frank didn’t care if they were watching or not, having way too much fun seeing you fall apart like this.

“Frank, please,” you begged him, voice laced with need. “You can do whatever you want to me at the hotel, I promise, just please touch me.”

“Yeah? Whatever I want?” he asked playfully, an arrogant grin on his face.

You nodded vigorously, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he pushed his fingers inside of you, his palm rubbing against your clit in downward strokes. Trying to stay quiet was a hard task, more to save face than anything, as they could clearly see what was happening. They were merely spectators though, incapable of telling you to speak up. Maybe they’d get a chance later if Frank had any say in it.

Instead, they savored your quiet gasps, eyes flicking between your contorted expression, mouth open and eyes screwed shut, and your greedy cunt, wrapped so pretty around Frank’s skilled fingers, spreading you open for a moment before dipping them back in, curling quickly and making you arch against him.

“Look at them,” he ordered, judging by your breathing that you were fast approaching orgasm. “Look at them while you come.”

You did as told, lashes fluttering briefly as your gaze darted from one man to another. Mikey was the first to lose focus, directing it at you instead of the mundane chat he was having. Admittedly,

he’d been laser focused since your subtle flashing, and god was this worth the wait. Gerard was next, wide hazel eyes full of anticipation as he waited for you to break. It felt wrong to stare at you like this, but his self-control had corroded. Finally, Ray gave in, previously trying to think of anything but you, how you were splayed out a mere ten feet from him, and how badly you wanted them to see. It wasn’t a battle worth fighting, and soon enough, his eyes had fallen on you too.

At last, their focus was one hundred percent on you, embarrassment and arousal making a wonderful concoction. You burned up as you came with a sudden cry, breaking the moment of silence. Frank kept at it for a little bit longer before slipping his fingers out, briefly placing them back in your mouth as you licked them clean. He gave you a deep kiss, the guys were shocked and mesmerized by the whole ordeal, and unfortunately, harder than ever.

Hastily, Frank pulled your panties back up and your skirt back down, letting you turn and bury yourself in his chest, flustered and spent. He, on the other hand, held you like a prize trophy, arrogance damn near radiating from him as he picked the conversation back up, causal as ever.

“Don’t fall asleep just yet,” he told you, rubbing your back soothingly. “You made a promise, and you’re gonna want to be wide awake for this.”

You lifted your head slightly, looking at him curiously. He didn’t respond right away, only flicking his eyes between you and his friends. Mikey and Ray had gotten back to talking, despite how speechless the two of them were. Gerard, however, was transfixed on you, eyes wide and cheeks flushed, his erection outlined in bold.

Frank stifled a grin at Gerard’s faint vulnerability, “Mind if we have some company tonight?”

You considered the idea for a moment, giving Gerard a once-over before nodding. “Go for it,” you told him, a small smile playing on your lips. 

This was going to be a long night.

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[bluestripedspeedo]

Indiscreet - Extras: Movie Nights Pairing: Writer/Producer!Javi Gutierrez x you (Hollywood AU) SERIES MASTERLIST

Chapter summary: What Javi is thinking while watching movies with you and Javi being a Nic stan. Chapter warning: Nothing, this is just fluff with a bit of teasing. Word count: 2,3k

Playlist: A Case of You - Joni MitchellWords - Ronan KeatingDerezzed - Daft PunkPlanetarium - Justin Hurwitz

Author's note: It's set within chapters 1-5 but it doesn't matter if you read this before or after 5.

✧✧✧

NOVEMBER

“Can I confirm all of these?” reads the email from Javi’s assistant. He’s been backed up with meetings after meetings after meetings that he grimly wonders if it’s going to be like this for the rest of his life. Ungrateful, the little voice inside him says. You’ve wanted this life for so long. Suck it up. 

“Yes, sure,” says his reply. With the current schedule he’d have to fly out in four days’ time and right on the dot to not miss his meeting the next morning in London, before flying exactly two hours after the allocated 1,5 hour session to Dubai for another one, then to LA to make it to a morning appointment the next day. And repeat for the next 5 countries over 4 days. If his back could make it for the entire ordeal, he’d treat himself to a vacation on his island… for whenever his next free time would be. Not anytime soon by the looks of it.

He puts his phone down and absentmindedly stares at the TV in front of him. He doesn’t know what’s on anymore and Óscar’s son - his godson - is already fast asleep. Huh. He must have missed that. The toddler usually pesters him to pay attention to whatever he’s watching. Guess he’s not the only one exhausted.

“Done.” His phone dings with another message attached with confirmation emails and phone numbers. He scrolls down to carefully check that the hotel reservations all use different fake names when he sees the sliding doors move from the corner of his eye. The footsteps don’t sound familiar, which prompts him to look up.

Holy shit.

✧

“Tell the pilot we’re not flying tonight,” Javi types on his phone. “And reschedule everything else.”

“Why? What happened?” comes the reply from his assistant almost immediately. Javi considers ignoring him but he doesn’t want to deal with follow up questions, in case he really thought something had actually happened to Javi.

“Need-to-know basis,” Javi types quickly. “Confirm Tokyo next week. Thanks.”

He locks his phone while you go over your rack of Blu-rays. You have a very impressive collection and he’s amazed when you said you took your time to find the rarest, most definitive editions instead of just buying what’s cheaply and readily available. It reminds him of the time he used to hunt down his favorite films’ memorabilia – that he sadly doesn’t have anymore, but he’s glad they’ll find their permanent home at the Academy Museum. People deserve to see them instead of collecting dust in his den. 

“What about Love Actually?”

“Like I said, your house, your choice.”

“Okay, then.”

Javi’s mostly quiet during the movie, except for his sharp intakes of breath whenever your leg grazes him. He feels like a teenager again, really. And one more sweep of your hair on his shoulder would make his hard-on actually visible. It’s pathetic. In a perfect, uncomplicated world, he would make a blatant move on you and might as well just ask you to fly with him. But he couldn’t. He shouldn’t. 

“I hate this part,” he hears you say when Emma Thompson’s crying over a Joni Mitchell song. “And I hate that I relate to this song right now.”

“How so?”

“‘I really don’t know life at all’,” you sigh. “Or love, even. Do you?”

“And you’re assuming I do, because…?”

“Because you’re old, duh.” You playfully nudge his leg with yours. Ouch. He knows you’re probably a good 20 years younger than he is, but it feels like a cold wake up call, and a rejection too while you’re at it. He already knows it’s impossible, but ouch. 

“Everything just falls into place for me. I think it could be better for you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I couldn’t do anything with my situation when I was your age, but you… the whole wide world’s your oyster. Do everything you can while you can and all that.”

“I’m trying, but… I don’t really know what to do with my life. What my real passion even is.”

“Explore your character and figure it out from there,” he winks.

You snort. “Okay, sure. I don’t even know how to act, I don’t even know why you guys bother with hiring me.”

Because you’re fucking captivating, he wants to say. 

“And I don’t even know why I bother with dating, speaking of the ‘love’ part.”

Yeah, no, he doesn’t want to hear this. The thought of you going out with other men makes Javi want to clench his fists. Not that he has any sort of entitlement over who you spend your time with, but his ego feels otherwise. 

“Too boring for you?”

“Too annoying for me is more like it. Most of them are so immature or just straight up conceited.”

Aim older, Javi wants to say.

“There’s this guy, he’s a lowly lord or something like that, and…”

Your voice trails off as Javi tries to gloss over everything you say. He loves talking with you. Just not about your past lovers. Not that he could tell you that. He shouldn’t anyway. 

✧

DECEMBER

Your dress rightfully belongs in a museum or on the bedroom floor because holy fuck. He was grateful the press kept him busy while you were going around the room making acquaintances, otherwise he would have dragged you close to him and raised questions. You were showing so much skin and he wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. You could’ve given him a heads up, for God’s sakes, but… on what grounds? He likes to think you put this dress on for him (he’s allowed one or two delusional thoughts per day, thank you very much) but maybe this is just how you dress up for formal events. Too bad, so sad he’s not allowed to bring you as his date to more of those. He would’ve liked to see you all dolled up like this in the evenings and then wearing his shirts the next morning.

But now you’re on the same bed with him, on your stomach, your smooth and glowing back facing him. In a perfect, uncomplicated world, Javi would’ve run his hands all over you as soon as he entered the room, and right now he would’ve been kissing you down your spine instead of failingly trying to pay attention to a movie he’s seen ten times before. It’s kind of funny how their story somewhat mirrors yours, but Javi hopes for a happy ending in his version.

Happy ending, heh. He’s glad you’re turned away from him because the bulge of his crotch is not listening to the head on his shoulders telling it to stand down. This is a wholesome night as far as you’re concerned. A cute way to end the trip with a shared nostalgia. Not an open season for Javi’s other head to seek rele–

“Let’s never come here again, it would never be as much fun.”

He snaps out of it. “...huh?”

✧

JANUARY

“You pick.”

“No, you.”

“You. It’s your house.”

“Exactly. And I want you to pick.”

“Fine. Notting Hill.”

“Romcom?”

“No, London.”

“Paddington 2 for me it is, then.”

“Ooh, nice. Haven’t seen that.”

“You’ve never seen Paddington???” You snort at his outburst. To be fair, it’s a children’s movie. You don’t seem to have a problem with those, but he understands if you didn’t exactly rush to the theaters when it was released. But still. “I’m gonna put Paddington on. Right now.”

“You said I get to pick?”

 “Another night.” He shakes his head. “Unbelievable.”

You laugh at him and stretch on the plush sofa of his home theater. The t-shirt that he’s lending you rides up your stomach and Javi stares a little too long at your exposed skin. He wants to believe that you’re aware (his third delusional thought of the day, dammit) and you’re doing it to tease him. Women know what they’re doing to men when they wear our clothes, right? And you’re wearing his boxers too. And you took a shower in his bathroom, dried off with his towels, and he made cocktails and ordered dinner for you. Damn if Javi doesn’t feel a little domestic tonight. In a perfect, uncomplicated world - and damn does he get tired of thinking like this - he would’ve asked you to stay with him for the rest of the shoot so he could have this everyday. But you’ve made it clear you were only having fun… leading him on.

Are you really leading him on, though? Or is this another one of his wishful thinking? He does mind that you don’t remember anything from the other night, at least it seems that way. He’s been waiting to bring it up but he doesn’t want to embarrass you lest you think it was a mistake or worse, embarrass himself if you were truly just toying with him for instant gratification and he’s thinking too much of it. But first, Paddington.

“Oh my God…” you say with tearful eyes two hours later. “That was… wow.”

“I know. It’s my favorite movie of all time.”

You choke a laugh between sobs. “I don’t want to watch Notting Hill. I want to watch the first one. Gosh.”

Javi smiles to himself. He lets himself have this little treat; that you love what he loves. 

✧

“Try another streaming app.”

“Why?”

“Why not? We’ve scrolled over these twice and found nothing.”

“Not nothing. We haven’t seen Kill Bill.”

“It’s gore.”

“You’re fine with gore.”

“I’m literally eating steak right now. Ew, no thanks.”

“Fair enough.”

“Let’s try another category. I vote for racing.”

“Gone in 60 Seconds.”

“What is it with you and Nic Cage?” You laugh. Almost every movie night Javi’s been suggesting Nic’s movies and he has no regrets about that. You were too young (or weren’t born yet) to see most of them when they were hits and it would be like watching a new movie for you, right? You loved Face/Off when he voted for action and you suggested Con Air yourself too at one point. “Okay, let’s change it a little. Racing movies after the year 2010.”

“Tron Legacy.”

“Oh hell fucking yes.”

It’s not exactly a racing movie but he’s glad you’re in agreement. Turns out you’ve seen the movie too when it first came out but haven’t seen it again since. He sucks his teeth when you tell him that you’ve always wanted the lightcycles even though you can’t ride motorbikes at all. He doesn’t want to tell you, he wants to show you the real thing in his garage in Mallorca. If you ever get there with him.

“What were you going to suggest?” Javi asks you after the movie ends.

“Fast Five. It’s the best of them all.”

“Yes, 100%.”

“So… musicals next time?” You bat your eyelashes. It’s been two weeks and he has always voted no to that.

“Let’s not.”

“Aw, come on. I’m sure Nic has a musical movie.”

“No, but we can do Moonstruck.”

You throw your head back and cackle gleefully. He doesn’t need to watch Moonstruck again and he doesn’t mind watching musicals if it pleases you. He wanted to suggest Evita but he wanted to make you laugh first, so that’s what he did.

“I vote for La La Land. Shit, it always makes me so happy. And it should’ve won the Oscar, by the way.”

✧

MARCH

“Do you even know what this is about?”

“Uh… they’re flying over the Andes. Yup.”

“To…?” Javi asks you amusingly. You are so not paying attention, and it’s all his doing.

“I… I don’t know. Take the money… somewhere? Do you know?”

“Noooope.”

And neither is he. It’s impossible when you look like that next to him in your slip dress, and on this damn bed-like theater seat, and it’s empty except for the two of you. You, squirming in your seat because he’s been running his hand up and down your inner thigh and whispering what he wants to do with you in your ear in his low, raspy voice and kissing you whenever he pleases.

He’d been frustrated, just like you, that his schedule was cockblocking him for the past week. He’s taken care of that at your request, of course, and he would’ve liked this night to go a little differently to be more according to his plans, but all’s well that ends well. He didn’t say no when you suggested the coffee shop where you braved the thunderous rain together a couple of months ago but he was relieved when you changed your mind. There was no way to do anything inside that small cafe compared to this place that he booked out. Not at your request, but he didn’t want to leave anything up to chance of being seen.

Because he has plans to push you to the edge until you beg for him. Really, really beg for him. 

“Fuck, how long until this is over?”

“We’ve only been here for 40 minutes.”

You fully lay down in frustration and Javi drapes himself over you, trailing kisses all over your neck and the tops of your breasts. He’s making his way down your cleavage when you pull him off. 

“We can’t, we’re gonna get caught.”

“No, we won’t.”

“There are security cameras here, Javi.”

“I asked them to turn them off.” Asked is stretching it, because what Javi did was pay them a little extra. A little is stretching it, too. “Do you still want to watch the movie?”

“NO. I don’t care. Crash over the mountains or… fuck, I think that’s what’s happening.”

Javi laughs against the crook of your neck and presses himself to your side.

“Baby,” you whine softly into his ear. “Let’s go.”

“Hmm? Yours or mine?”

“Yours. You wanted me in your bed.”

Damn it if Javi doesn’t feel his pride swelling tenfold at that. He lifts himself off of you and pulls you to your feet, leading the way to his car. He keeps his hands between your legs the entire drive home and steals kisses at red lights, and it’s finally perfect. 

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[cutekittenlady]

BDKO Earthspark headcanons

((some headcanons and ideas for a hypothetical BDKO in Earthspark. Some ideas I may use in that summary fic I've been doing.))

Breakdown left the stunticons to work with and be with Knock Out in the medical ward. Motormaster and the others are toootally cool with this! Yep! No lingering grudges at all.

During the war Megs had forbidden his forces from being "indiscreet" with each other in order to maintain discipline. Thus Breakdown and Knock Out became conjunx in secret. (Or alternatively they were junxies in everything but name and were just holding out for a chance to make things official).

Knock Out initially only wanted to recruit breakdown to get back at motormaster over some grudge. Turned out Breakdown was actually pretty good at his job, respected knock outs skills, as well as just being genuinely good company so he wound up keeping him around.

KOs and BDs "courtship" period was hilariously short. It took maybe a few months to a year at most for them to get pretty serious about being together.

Or at least their official unofficial secret courtship was that short. In reality BD had been crushing on KO for awhile and kept finding excuses to go see him. (This could have even been what caused the grudge between Motormaster and KnockOut) Though he only really got to know him after starting to work for him.

While they love each other and are a good couple KO and BD has some pretty significant secrets between them.

KO has let it be known that he was a very accomplished cosmetic surgeon back on Cybertron who was like totally rubbing elbows with all the big names and was Uber rich and hot and everyone wanted him etc etc and joined the decepticons because it was all just too boring. None of this is true.

In reality he was an illegal back alley surgeon from the lowest rung of society who never even went to medical school. He essentially self taught himself medicine and surgery by digging through the scraps of the victims of the gladiator games and illegal racing ring and making money selling and installing the parts. And he joined the decepticons to escape his debt collectors who he owed an arm and a leg. Several arms and legs. Many of them belonging to other people.

Megatron is aware of Knockouts true history due to his own gladiatorial days but doesn't correct his fabricated history since he needs as many combat meds as he can get.

Knock Out is terrified that if Breakdown learns of his real history then he'll think less of him and so guards it carefully.

Breakdown meanwhile doesn't hide anything about his history but does downplay how bad it really was under Motormaster and working with the other stunticons. To say that the team had a toxic abusive dynamic is putting it mildly and BD views leaving them for KO to be one of the best decisions he ever made. Because of that though he never talks about his experiences with the stunticons and hides some of the worst effects.

Beyond that breakdown also just has no real experience with romantic relationships. He lets on that he does but in reality he's a bit immature and doesn't fully know what a serious relationship with knock out would require from his end.

Edit: small edition but numerous people who find out about the twos secret relationship don't initially approve due to things not exactly sounding great out of context and the fact that their courtship period was so short.

Lol just think some drama between them is fuuuun

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[tokkias]

Hey I wanted to ask, I know you are taking a break on writing fix’s but when you get back, do you think you could write a fic where Wendy walks in on natsu and Lucy making out and then high jinks ensue of Wendy trying to keep their secret and natsu and Lucy trying to keep her quiet? You don’t have to, just asking.

don't believe me any time i say im taking a break because i just love writing my silly little guys too much

title: indiscreet summary: Not one to want to hurt her friends, Wendy will do whatever it takes to keep Natsu and Lucy’s relationship a secret. It would all be smooth sailing if Wendy weren’t a terrible liar,and unfortunately for them, lying by omission is still lying. ao3

cw for implied sexual content

An over-night trip out of town, as always, called for a visit to a local restaurant for dinner. It was a Team Natsu tradition that Wendy had grown to enjoy over the years as it allowed her to enjoy foods from all over the country, along with letting her spend some quality time with her beloved teammates. Or at least, most of her teammates anyway.

Tonight it seemed as though it was just her, Erza, Gray, Carla and Happy, with Natsu and Lucy having disappeared the moment they arrived at the inn. It was not uncommon for some members to split off for the night or hit the hay early, but it was unusual for Natsu of all people to split off before getting a chance to eat.

She and her team, sans Natsu and Lucy, had been sitting in the small foyer of the inn they were staying at, discussing their dinner plans for the night when Erza spoke up to point out their absence.

"Do we know if Natsu and Lucy wanted to join us?" She asked, taking note of how the two had chosen not to join them yet.

Gray shrugged. "I don’t know; I haven’t seen them since they left for their rooms earlier. Never got a chance to ask."

"Don’t worry, I can go ask them!" Wendy enthusiastically volunteered.

"No, that’s okay, I can do it." Happy interrupted, perhaps a tad quicker than was necessary.

"It’s alright Happy, I don’t mind," she smiled as she headed off in the direction of Lucy’s room, with Happy following close behind her, rather quickly, as if there was something in there that he didn’t want her to see.

"I don’t think that’s a good idea," he warned. "I mean, Lucy can be a big meanie scary lady when she’s hungry, and I don’t want you to fall victim to that."

"You and Natsu are always too hard on her," Wendy replied, "I’m sure she’ll be okay with me coming and asking."

As she got closer to the door, Happy began to panic, not wanting to give himself away but also not wanting Wendy to see what was going on behind the door.

"I just don’t want you to be on the receiving end of her wrath," Happy said innocently, trying to coax poor Wendy away from the door.

"It’ll be okay. It’s just Lucy," she brushed off as she reached for the doorknob.

From the very moment the door clicked shut, Lucy’s hands were tangled in Natsu’s hair, and his lips were locked against hers. He was a little rougher than she had anticipated, but that was simply to be expected after having to keep his hands off of her all day (for the most part, anyway).

His hand rested on the small of her back, holding her body close to his as they moved from the door to the bed. Their footwork was a bit of a mess, but neither could be too concerned about it by the time Lucy’s knees hit the back of the mattress, pulling them both down onto the sheets. She hooked her foot around the back of his knee and roughly pulled him closer, eliciting a grunt as his crotch hit hers, which was quickly swallowed in their kiss.

The two of them were so enveloped in the taste of each other that they paid hardly any mind to the squeak of the hinges as the door opened.

"Erza, Gray, and I were just wondering if you guys wer- oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!"

Wendy had been so excited at the prospect of being helpful to the rest of her team that she hadn’t even considered that it might be polite to knock, and immediately her hands shot up to cover her eyes in a poor attempt to pretend that she hadn’t seen anything.

While the sound of the door opening may have gone under the radar, the terrified squeal of their young teammate caught the pair's attention quickly, and Lucy instinctively shoved Natsu off of her and covered her chest with her arms, despite being fully clothed.

It wasn’t like she had considered they would be doing anything inappropriate; at worst, she might have caught a glimpse of one of them undressing, but nothing she hadn’t seen before. To be fair, what they were doing wasn’t exactly inappropriate, just… shocking, more than anything.

Suddenly, Happy’s hesitance to have her check on them was making a lot more sense.

"I’m sorry! I’m so, so, so, so sorry!" She cried out, hands still hiding her face, whether in attempt to pretend she wasn’t there or to hide herself in shame and embarrassment, she wasn’t quite sure.

Her brain was telling her to run and hide, but her feet were planted firmly on the ground.

"Wendy, it’s okay," Lucy’s voice came, gentle and soothing. "You don’t… you don’t need to apologise okay?"

By the time she gained the courage to look at them, Wendy found the two of them sitting on the edge of the bed as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened, only given away by the faint blush tainting Lucy’s cheeks.

"U-um, okay! Sorry…" She murmured before looking back down at her feet. "I’m sorry, I’ll just leave…"

"I think we should just tell her," Natsu said, flopping backwards onto the mattress, perhaps more casually than the situation called for.

"Obviously I was going to tell her!" Lucy replied as she gave him a firm whack to his shoulder. "We have something we want to talk to you about," she said, as calmly as she could muster.

"I-I know what sex is!" Wendy managed to stutter out, not wanting to put any of them through the perhaps traumatic experience of giving her The Talk.

"We weren’t-!" Panic began to set in Lucy’s bones once again, caught off guard by Wendy’s misinterpretation of just exactly what they wanted to talk to her about. "That’s not what we wanted to talk to you about."

She patted the spot on the mattress between her and Natsu, indicating that she join them on the bed. Making sure to shut the door behind her, Wendy tottered inside, with Happy following not far after her, and she pulled herself up to sit beside them. An awkward silence overcame the room as Wendy desperately tried to avoid anyone’s gaze and Lucy tried to figure out just what to say to her.

"Lucy and I are dating," Natsu said bluntly.

"O-oh, okay… I guess that makes sense," Wendy replied before immediately mentally chastising herself for the foolish answer. "So um… who else knows?"

"Happy," Natsu responded.

"Is that all?"

"Just Happy," Lucy followed up.

Wendy looked over at Happy, who in return shot her an apologetic look, before she looked over at Natsu and Lucy.

"So Erza and Gray don’t know?" Wendy asked, a little confused as to how something like this could have been kept a secret from over half of their team.

"We haven’t told anyone else," Lucy clarified. "So we would appreciate it if you just, kept it quiet for a while."

"Okay… That’s okay… I can keep a secret…" Wendy mumbled. "Um… I’m not very good at lying though," she admitted.

"You don’t have to lie," Happy suggested, "you just have to not mention it."

Happy’s loophole sounded reasonable enough, but there was an unease sitting in her chest that she just couldn’t shake. It seemed as though her nervous energy did not go unnoticed when she felt Natsu’s hand rest on her shoulder. She looked up at him to see his casual grin, looking like nothing had gone wrong. Her gaze flicked over to Happy and then to Lucy, and they were all looking at her like it really was no big deal.

A faint sigh of relief escaped her, feeling comforted by their certainty that she was capable of keeping their secret for now.

"Okay, I won’t tell anyone," Wendy assured, "I promise!"

In response, Natsu held out his pinkie for her, which she enthusiastically locked hers around.

"Pinkie promise," she reaffirmed. "Oh, and, um… maybe this isn’t the right time to ask, but… Gray and Erza wanted to know if you two were going to join us for dinner," she added, recalling why she had made it her mission to come here in the first place.

"Nah, Lucy and I are gonna hang out here for a while," Natsu rejected.

Wendy blushed at the implication of what hanging out meant, considering what she had originally walked in on.

"Your loss," Happy brushed off, seemingly unaffected by the idea of what the pair might be doing behind closed doors.

"Have some for us, okay?" Lucy smiled.

“R-right! I’ll let the others know,” Wendy replied as she hopped off the bed and headed towards the door.

“Have fuuuunnnnn~” Happy chimed on his way out, eliciting a deep blush from Lucy followed by a pillow thrown in his direction that he masterfully dodged before Wendy shut the door behind them. "I did warn you," he joked in a light-hearted attempt to lighten the mood on the way back to their teammates.

"You did," Wendy sheepishly admitted.

"So? Are they coming or not?" Gray asked as he saw Wendy and Happy approach.

"Um… no I don’t think so…" Wendy replied.

"You don’t think so?" Erza inquired.

Immediately realising her mistake, Wendy began to panic, scrambling to figure out the right words to ease Erza’s suspicions.

"No-! I mean-"

"They’re not hungry," Happy butted in, much to Wendy’s relief and the rest of the team's confusion.

"Is everything okay, Wendy? You look a bit flustered," Erza commented, raising an eyebrow.

She had truly thought that she was doing a good job of hiding it, but apparently it wasn’t good enough, and having Erza point it out only served to make her panic rise to the surface even more.

"Um, yeah!" She tried to reassure in a poor attempt to divert the conversation.

"I think she’s just disappointed that Natsu and Lucy aren’t coming with us, right Wendy?" Happy added casually.

"R-right!" She affirmed, relieved that at least she wasn’t the only one here in on the secret. "It’s just not the same without them."

"You say that like it’s a bad thing," Gray retorted. "Shame Lucy’s not coming, but Natsu can stay in his room for the rest of the job for all I care."

"Unusual for Natsu to pass on food, wouldn’t you agree, Happy?" Erza asked, turning her attention to the exceed.

"No, I wouldn’t," he blatantly lied in response, hoping to gaslight Erza into turning her attention somewhere else.

She shot him a confused look, but nevertheless moved on. "Alright then," she said, deciding it wasn’t worth the mental effort to jump through whatever hoops Happy was setting up for her. "Let’s go then."

Once Erza and Gray had gone on ahead, Wendy bought her hand up to her chest to settle her racing heart, pleased that she no longer had to think about it until Carla spoke up.

"You are acting awfully weird, child." She commented. "What on earth happened in there that’s got you all worked up?"

"It must be Lucy’s weirdness rubbing off on her," Happy suggested.

Wendy let out a nervous laugh as she realised just how hard it was going to be to hide this secret from her best friend and keep the promise she had made.

"Oh, it’s really nothing," she reassured. "Why don’t we catch up with Erza and Gray? Some food sounds really good right about now."

"If you say so…"  Carla replied, still not totally convinced but not suspicious enough to press any further.

It didn’t come as a surprise to Wendy when Natsu and Lucy weren’t with the rest of the team when she and Carla arrived to set out on their job the next morning. Erza beckoned the two over to the spot where she, Gray, and Happy were sitting, waiting for the rest of them.

"Sorry we’re late," Wendy apologised.

"Well, it seems you’re not the last to arrive," Erza commented, gesturing to the space devoid of their last two teammates.

"Where are those two?" Gray questioned, glancing over to the clock to see that they were already a few minutes past their designated meeting time. "They’ve been late for every job we’ve taken for the past two months."

"I’ll go fetch them then," Erza offered.

"No!" Wendy cried out, earning her a surprised look from her teammates. "I- It’s just that…"

"Lucy’s cranky because Natsu was being a pain in her ass this morning," Happy chimed in.

"What did he do?" Erza inquired.

"Oh, well, you know how he is," Happy replied vaguely.

"Yes, I do," she said, nodding her head in agreement. "Well, I suppose Lucy has earned a late start for dealing with him all night. I’ll have to put Natsu in his place when they arrive."

As if on cue, the duo arrived, Natsu’s arm predictably slung over Lucy’s shoulder as it always was.

"Glad to see you two finally showed up," Gray snarked.

"Yes, I’m pleased that you both made it," Erza added. "But I’m not pleased to hear you’ve been making things difficult for Lucy."

"What? What did I do?" He asked, whipping his head over to his partner, who looked just as confused as he was before realising that this was just the cover that Wendy and Happy had set up for him.

"Yeah, what did you do, Natsu?" Lucy asked, deciding to play along.

"I don’t know!" He cried, still a little slow to catch on. "I guess I used your hand lotion?"

"You’ve been using my hand lotion?" Lucy asked, her face dropping, no longer happy to play along. "Natsu! That’s expensive!" She whined.

"Yeah, well, it smells nice and it makes my hands soft," he ardently defended.

What had begun as merely playing along had devolved into a full-on squabble, and Wendy couldn’t help but giggle slightly at how they were behaving exactly like an old married couple.

"Well, if I had known it was such a contentious topic, I wouldn’t have brought it up," Erza commented, scratching her head slightly in confusion at the absurdity of it all. "Regardless, it’s time you two stop squabbling: we have a job to do." She demanded. "Here’s the plan: Natsu, Gray, and I will split up to search on the ground, Carla and Happy will do overhead reconnaissance, and Wendy and Lucy will question the locals about any suspicious activity," Erza declared. "Does everyone understand their roles?"

A murmur of agreement echoed through the team before Erza spoke up once more.

"Now let’s get to it!"

Walking along the streets with Lucy, Wendy felt she could let out a sigh of relief. It had only been a day, but the pressure of keeping a secret so big was already beginning to weigh on her, so finally being around someone who was also in on it was a nice break.

"Hey Lucy? Is it okay if I ask you something?"

With her attention caught, Lucy’s gaze flicked over to Wendy before she replied. "Sure, anything."

"Why haven’t you told anyone else that you and Natsu are dating?" She asked.

Lucy was quiet for a moment as the gears turned in her head while she searched for the right words to explain their reasons.

"Because… things are kind of new with us, and we just want to figure things out on our own first before we tell anyone."

Wendy’s eyes fell to her feet, a pang of guilt running through her as she realised that she had gotten in the way of their plan.

"I’m sorry for ruining that…" she murmured.

"You haven’t ruined it at all," Lucy reassured, "we just didn’t want the group’s dynamic to change just because our relationship has."

Wendy looked back up at her to find Lucy smiling down at her, and suddenly all her fears and guilt melted away.

She understood why they had chosen to do that, but she also couldn’t help but feel a slight irony in it all. The group dynamic hadn’t changed in the slightest because their transition from friends to something more had been so subtle that she may not have noticed it if she hadn’t accidentally walked in on them swapping spit.

"Thank you for trusting me," Wendy said.

"Of course," Lucy assured, "I have no reason not to."

Wendy beamed up at her with a newfound resolve to keep their secret hidden tight away in the depths of her brain, and with her curiosities quelled, she was ready to get back to their job.

"Right! Well now it’s time for us to get to work!" She cheered, prepared to start their search for leads.

Wendy noted that as soon as their group gathered, Natsu was immediately back at Lucy’s side, his arm slung around one shoulder while his chin rested on the other. The move was done so casually as if it were nothing, and no one else seemed to react. For a moment, Wendy was almost convinced that the rest of them already knew.

"Alright," Erza began, "now that we’re here, has anyone gained any insight on who we’re after?"

"There’s talk that a delivery of various valuables will be making its way out of town tomorrow at noon, and we have reason to believe that the group we’re after will ambush in an unguarded area about thirty minutes out from the exit to the west," Lucy explained.

"That makes sense," Gray agreed. "I saw a group of suspicious-looking guys gather out in the south-west part of town. I think those could be our guys."

"Then I say we set up along the route and keep a watch out for when the carriage arrives," Lucy suggested. "If our intel is correct, then we can attack when they jump the vehicle and take them back to the local authorities."

"I like Lucy’s plan," Natsu affirmed followed by a murmur of agreement from the rest of the group.

"Alright, then if no one else has any objections, we will reconvene tomorrow at nine for setup," Erza explained. "And I expect everyone to be on time," she added, shooting Natsu and Lucy a look, to which they shrank under her gaze.

To their credit, Natsu and Lucy did show up on time the next morning, the only thing was, by the time they showed up, it was rather obvious to Wendy what they had been doing beforehand.

Lucy’s face was flushed and her hair tousled, thrown up in a messy ponytail rather than tied up neat and tidy like she was known for. On their approach, she quickly twisted her skirt around so it was facing the right way, clearly having just been thrown on before they made their way there.

The sight of it had Wendy’s face turning a matching shade of red as she tried to divert her thoughts somewhere else while also concealing her embarrassment.

"What’s up with you two?" Gray asked, immediately noticing the unusual blush crossing his two friends' faces. "You’re both all red."

"Oh, it must just be the weather, right, Wendy?" Lucy explained.

"R-right!" She agreed, relieved that Lucy was much quicker to think on her feet than she was.

Gray raised a brow at them but moved on nonetheless. "Guess I wouldn’t know," he shrugged.

The walk across town went by uneventfully, but there was something about knowing—about being in on the secret—that had resulted in Wendy seeing Natsu and Lucy’s relationship with new eyes. Nothing had changed about the way they interacted with each other, but now that she knew the context of their relationship, she couldn’t help but see the romance in everything they did together.

Suddenly she was hyperaware of how Natsu seemingly had to have his hands on Lucy at all times, and how all those touches that she had always thought were innocent, friendly gestures now held more meaning to them.

He always had to have an arm slung around her shoulder or a hand resting on her waist, keeping her close to him at all times. There were some moments where Wendy even thought she had caught a glance at them holding hands.

Oftentimes Lucy would rest her head gently on his shoulder, and his hand would come up to rest in her hair. It wasn’t uncommon for her to let her eyes flutter shut after a long day and drift away in the comfort of her best friend’s presence.

Nobody had ever questioned it because none of this was out of the norm for them. Natsu and Lucy had always been close, and they had always been affectionate; it just seemed that everyone had accepted the fact that it was simply all platonic.

Little did they know.

Wendy tried her best to keep her eyes to herself, but once she started noticing, she couldn’t stop herself. Whenever she got the chance, she would always sneak a glance at the two and was always met with the same sweet affections that had simply become all too familiar to anyone who had spent any time with them. What started as quick glances soon became long gazes as she realised that the two of them were more absorbed in each other than anything else, and suddenly Wendy was no longer hiding her stares from them but from everyone else. Gray had nearly caught her once already, but she had just awkwardly brushed it off as spacing out in their general direction.

It didn’t end at the touches either. What she had just become accustomed to as average Natsu and Lucy banter, she now realised was actually just their way of flirting. They could bicker and tease back and forth about almost anything, and while she had never thought it to be serious, she couldn’t realise how unserious it was until she noticed the way their faces were mere inches apart, breaths grazing against each other’s lips, attention nowhere else but each other even as they walked. The scene exuded so much sexual tension that Wendy almost felt embarrassed to watch, feeling as though she had once again walked in on something she shouldn’t have.

They went on like that the entire walk to their destination, touching, flirting, blatantly so, and she wondered how none of them had ever paid any mind to it before.

When they made it to their destination, Wendy got into position, hidden behind a rock near the area where she and Lucy had heard rumours that the ambush was supposed to take place. She and Natsu had been placed in charge of keeping an ear out for trouble and ensuring that they didn’t give their opponents the upper hand by catching them off guard.

As she heard the carriage approaching, immediately she became hyperaware of her surroundings, knowing that those they were after could appear at any moment. She took it upon herself to sniff the air to see if she could sense any changes, but it seemed that Natsu was already far ahead of her.

He appeared almost out of nowhere, holding a bandit by the collar before throwing him face-first into the ground, which prompted the rest of the lackeys to come out and attack. Going into this job, they were all aware that they would be outnumbered by the bandits they had been hired to arrest, but just when she thought all of them had shown themselves, more would appear from the shadows. It wasn’t anything they couldn’t handle, but it was becoming increasingly clear that they had come underprepared for the sheer number of opponents they were facing.

Suddenly recalling the carriage, Wendy whipped around to catch sight of it to ensure that it wasn’t getting looted while they were distracted. Thankfully she was met with Lucy, Gray, and Loke, all having taken initiative to protect it while she, Natsu, and Erza had been occupied holding off bandits further ahead.

What should have been an effortless fight had turned into something much longer than any of them had gone into expecting. Wendy could feel her muscles begin to ache from over-exertion, not having correctly prepared herself for a fight of this magnitude, but she felt herself lucky when she saw the state of some of her other teammates. Glancing over at Natsu, she saw blood dripping from his temple from a shallow wound, no doubt from one of the non-magic user’s weapons, and Gray and Lucy didn’t look much better.

There was no doubt they had the upper hand in the fight and would ultimately see their goal through, but more than anything, she wanted it to be over so she could make sure her friends were okay.

Once the final bandit had been cuffed and tied up, Wendy finally let out a sigh of relief. Not that she thought this job would end any other way, but she was just glad it was finally over.

After giving the carriage a once-over and ensuring all goods remained untouched, the driver gave them his thanks before seeing himself off, and Wendy could finally see herself to ensure her teammates were back in tip-top shape.

Before she could even think of approaching Natsu to treat his wound, Lucy threw herself at him, throwing her arms around his neck and holding onto him like her life depended on it, and Natsu responded with equal enthusiasm.

Her hand rested gently on his jaw, and for a second, Wendy thought she was going to lean in for a kiss. Instead, but just as tender, she nestled into his chest, arms holding him close as he tucked her under his chin and it looked like a perfect fit.

Wendy tried to turn her attention elsewhere and give the pair some privacy, but she couldn’t help eavesdropping now that her ears were tuned in to their conversation.

"I’m so glad you’re safe," Lucy murmured into his chest.

"Me too," Natsu replied as he rubbed soothing circles into her back.

The two of them sat in silence for a few moments, content to find comfort in each other’s presence, until Natsu spoke up again.

"I love you," he mumbled, his voice muffled in her hair but clear as day to Wendy.

"I love you too," Lucy responded, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Wendy immediately felt her face heat up at their declaration, feeling every bit of love and emotion in their words. Tears began to well up in the corners of her eyes as the emotions took hold of her body, and she felt herself begin to get weepy at the tender scene.

They were in love.

They were so deeply, truly in love, and the mere sight of it was enough to make her emotional.

She wiped away her tears and sucked in a long breath, not wanting to let herself give their secret away because she couldn’t keep her emotions in check.

"Is everything okay, Wendy?" Erza asked, "You’re not hurt, are you?"

"No, I’m okay," she clarified. "I’m just glad everyone else is okay."

"I was going to go heal up Natsu but…" The two of them glanced over at him and Lucy, finding them still wrapped in each other’s arms, Lucy buried in his chest while his hand and face were buried in her hair. "I think he’s occupied at the moment."

Wendy and Carla had made sure to arrive at the station for their ride home early, not wanting to be on the receiving end of Erza’s wrath if they arrived late, much like Natsu and Lucy had been doing lately. Erza and Gray were there already waiting for them, with Natsu, Lucy, and Happy, perhaps a little predictably at this point, nowhere to be seen.

"Natsu and Lucy aren’t here, are they?" Wendy asked.

"No," Erza confirmed, raising a brow slightly at that being her first question as she approached. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh um! N-no reason!" She stuttered out in reply, waving her hands out in front of her defensively.

In response to her weird behaviour, Carla placed her hands on her hips and let out a sigh. "What is going on with you, Wendy?" She demanded to know.

"Wh-what’s going on with me?" She replied, trying to act innocent and pretend she had no clue what she was referring to.

"You’ve been acting all skittish as of late, and you won’t even tell me why," Carla reprimanded.

"What are you talking about?" She nervously laughed, "I’m just nervous about the train ride is all."

"It’s not kind to lie, child," Carla replied, "and it’s even worse to keep secrets."

After seeing how the two of them had placed their utmost trust in her, Wendy was certain that she would be able to keep their secret for as long as they needed her to, but the way that her friend was looking at her made her resolve crack under the pressure.

"N-Natsu and Lucy are dating!" Wendy blurted out before slapping her hand over her mouth, immediately realising her mistake.

"Excuse me?"  Erza said, clearly taken aback by the look on her face.

"N-no! Oh gosh, I shouldn’t have said that…" she murmured, "I was supposed to keep it a secret, but now I’ve just gone and ruined everything."

Just as she was about to beg them not to mention it, Natsu, Lucy, and Happy made their entrance, and immediately Erza stepped in to ruin her plan of getting them to keep quiet about it.

"You and Natsu are dating?" Erza asked, her tone more accusatory than questioning.

"What?" Lucy asked, taken aback by the sudden question.

"I’m so sorry! I’m so, so sorry!" Wendy apologised, bowing her head deeply in remorse.

The entire group had been shocked into silence, not knowing how to act in this unusual situation, until Lucy let out a sigh.

"Well, I suppose we had to tell them anyway," Lucy said. "Yes, Natsu and I are in a relationship."

"How long?" Gray asked.

"I dunno," Natsu shrugged, "four, five months maybe."

Wendy blinked, dumbfounded at the reveal. She had been wracked with so much guilt, thinking that she had ruined the surprise so early on in their relationship, when in fact they had already been together for nearly half a year.

"So you’ve been dating for four or five months, and you didn’t think to tell any of us?" Gray followed up.

"We thought about it, but it just never felt like the right time," Lucy admitted.

"Good grief," Carla sighed. "Do you two know how much pressure poor Wendy has been under to keep your secret all this time?"

"Well, she only found out two days ago," Happy revealed.

The rest of them glanced over at Wendy, who sheepishly shrunk under their gaze, a little embarrassed by the revelation of just how little it had taken for her to blow the secret.

"Um… yes that’s true…" she mumbled. "Sorry… I didn’t mean to tell anyone…"

"Erm… congratulations, I suppose," Erza offered, not exactly sure how to respond to the awkward situation they had gotten themselves into.

"You know you’ve cuffed yourself with a moron, right Lucy?" Gray asked, not giving up an opportunity to take a jab at Natsu.

"Hey! How ‘bout you say that to my face!" Natsu yelled at him, suddenly forgetting any of what had just occurred, much more occupied with defending his pride.

"I will! You’re a goddamned moron!" Gray retorted.

Wendy took the distraction to shoot Lucy an apologetic look, to which she was met with a gentle one of her own, harbouring no contempt or ill-will towards her even after spilling their secret.

"Idiots, the lot of them," Carla sighed, interrupting their moment and bringing their attention back to the two boys, who were currently rubbing their heads from where Erza had smashed them together.

Wendy had anticipated the walk back to the guild to be more tense than it was, considering what she had done before the train ride back, but it seemed everyone had moved past it rather quickly.

Well, everyone but her.

"Everything okay, Wendy?" Lucy asked, noticing the way her gaze seemed to be cast to the ground.

"I um… I thought you guys would be more upset," Wendy revealed, "you know… with me."

"Why would we be upset?" she replied.

"Because you said you trusted me, and I broke my promise…" Wendy murmured.

"Ya can’t always keep every promise you make," Natsu shrugged, "‘sides, it’s not the worst promise you could have broken."

"So you’re not mad?"

"Of course we’re not mad," Lucy assured. "I’m not even sure we would have mentioned it if you hadn’t brought it up."

"Are you… going to tell the rest of the guild?" Wendy asked, uncertain if she was going to be able to keep it from that many people.

"Maybe," Natsu shrugged.

"Do you think you’ll be okay to keep it within our team, just for a little longer?" Lucy asked.

"I will… I will do my best!" Wendy assured, trying to gain back their confidence and trust by overcompensating in her own self confidence.

"We’re back!" Natsu loudly declared as they made it back through the guild doors.

"How did it go?" Mira asked, pulling out glasses for the returning guild members. "Do we need to file for any damages this time?" She teased.

"Not this time, thankfully," Lucy replied, before Natsu took his chance to jump in and tell everyone the contents of their latest mission.

"We fought a group of like fifty bandits," he exaggerated, which was met with an eyeroll from Lucy as she sipped on the drink Mira had passed over to her. "The guys tried to catch us off guard, but I caught ‘em before they could get the jump on us, one of them tried to stab me in the head, Lucy and I are dating, and we got the full reward."

Wendy choked on her drink slightly, head whipping back around to where Natsu had been relaying the story of their job to see if she had heard him right, and based on the gobsmacked faces of everyone around them, she could only assume she had.

"I’m sorry, what was that middle part?" Mira asked, caught off guard by the sudden announcement.

"One of them tried to stab me in the head," he repeated, gesturing towards the superficial wound that Wendy had stitched up after the fight.

"Natsu and I are dating," Lucy clarified for him.

"See! I told you!" Cana cackled in delight. "I knew they were sleeping together! Now hand it over, bitches!" She declared, holding out an open palm to a sulking Macao and Wakaba.

"I just thought after the grand magic games that they’d never figure it out," Wakaba grumbled as he and Macao dropped a handful of jewel in her hand.

"Well, that’s great!" Mira declared, hands clasped in front of her in excitement. "I’m so happy for you two!"

It didn’t take much for the guild to burst into raucous celebration, whether for the happy couple or merely for the sake of partying, Wendy wasn’t quite sure, but what she was sure of was the weight that had been lifted off of her back.

It wasn’t long until Lucy had found a seat next to Wendy, offering her a kind smile amidst the chaos.

"You didn’t do this because of me, did you?" Wendy asked, feeling a little bad that she might have been the reason they had finally broken the news just days after she had told her why they were keeping it quiet.

"Yes and no," Lucy replied. "We didn’t want to have to keep that pressure on you, but you also made us realise that everyone else deserved to know."

"I understand," Wendy replied. "I… wasn’t sure how long I would have been able to keep it anyway…" she confessed.

"I know," Lucy admitted, "Happy told us you were struggling from the very start."

Wendy merely let out a nervous laugh, feeling a little bit awkward that Happy had revealed just how terrible she was at keeping secrets.

"That’s okay," Lucy hummed before letting them fall into a comfortable silence as they watched the celebration unfold into a classic Fairy Tail brawl right in front of their eyes. "I think your timing was just right," she said, turning her attention back to Wendy. "I was scared that things might change if everyone knew, but you showed me that maybe that doesn’t have to be a bad thing."

"I’m happy I could help then, even if I didn’t do a very good job of keeping my promise."

Perhaps she had fumbled the ball, but it seemed as though everything had worked out for the best in the end. She hardly had any more time to talk to her about it before Lucy was taken from her side and swept straight off of her feet by Natsu, who pulled her into the first of many kisses, to take place right in the middle of the guild hall.

#fairy tail #nalu #wendy marvell #lucy heartfilia #natsu dragneel #happy ft #fanfiction #fan fiction #mya writes things

[lestappeninchidents]

My god, you guys are not ready for your future fic update !!! Thanks to @axerocknroll , I think I’m writing the most beautiful lestappen of my life. I'm very emotional while writing it and I even have tears in my eyes because I'm so proud of what I'm doing. 😭🥹

I have for now 13 pages and more than 6300k, and it’s just the begging of the story and the idea that inspired me. 🫢🫠 I’m so exiting to share with you this.

I know you didn't get the fluff you deserved in my previous fic, so here you go!! We have a Charles all in love and completely overwhelmed by his feelings for Max, we have love meetings like I've never written and religious symbolism for sensual things. We have art references too. ❤️❤️

I’M FREAKING OUT THAT YOU DON’T LIKE IT!! 🫣😭

Here a little snippet. It’s just the begging of the request, there’s so much more before and there’ll be so many more afterwards for the whole idea of @axerocknroll.

Austria 2022 (and memories of before), a podium that luxury would envy :

The nightly meetings after the days of racing, in small restaurants or pubs, had increased their relationship a little more. It made them into something, as imposing as the moon, that Charles didn't even fear to be seen late at night in public with Max. He even became proud of it. His heart became like marshmallow every time he had these thoughts and he asked for more every time. Especially with the moments of euphoria and pain that had broken his heart and left open wounds to Charles' soul. Max became his serenity, always camouflaged when he pricked himself or was pricked too hard against the field of roses that offered itself to him this season.

Charles found himself thinking several times, after one hand had caressed a drop of sauce on the corner of his lips by the thumb of the other and the looks that held the secrets of the world, that the house was Max. His soul and Max's were fused together at the heart, like atoms that attract and detach.

Max will be his undoing, he said to himself one day after he had stuffed himself with too much pasta after the Imola Grand Prix and his heart had stopped for a nanosecond when Max told him what Sassy had done to his simulator. They had been in a small Italian restaurant that Charles knew and knew he could trust not to be disturbed by him and Max.

The light was subdued, as if lit by candlelight which gave an air of Beauty and the Tramp. Almost kissing thanks to... no, because... no, thanks... in short, to a spaghetti that would bring them together without realizing it. The Ferrari driver had taken precautions to be at the back of the restaurant, in a corner that was a little more subdued than the others, with the soft, slow Italian music that would camouflage the last indiscreet ears. Everything seemed perfect. The race awaited them tomorrow and Charles was in the best conditions to play the podium, with Max who was supposed to offer him a great battle. Tonight, they would enjoy a sweet night, profiling the path of their flirtation, and tomorrow the protégé of the tifosi hoped that they would be able to close their weekend in the best way before taking the plane.

"...if you had seen this, Charles! The menace that she is, jumped on the screen while I was showering, like she knew what she was doing. The cunning one! I'm sure she's the one who lost me the race in Miami, I couldn't train properly at the apartment. She took advantage of the fact that I forgot to close the damn door, which never happens to me, to sneak in like the little devil she is. And then..."

Charles watched the tagliatelle wrap around his fork energetically, because of the story he was telling. The divine carbonara sauce that the predestinato had already been able to taste several times, had made its way onto the freckle on Max's upper lip. If at this very moment Charles could paint the scene, believe him, it would be obscener than any nude that art could count, and will count in the future. Obscener than Courbet's The Origin of the World, more obscene than Manet's Luncheon on the Grass which had shocked the crowd at the time, even more obscene than Rodin’s bronze Iris, Messenger of the Gods which was even more equivocal than The Origin of the World.

If Charles Leclerc had been able to paint or sculpt Max Verstappen at that very moment: the Academy of arts, the World, the public, the Formula 1 fans, the teams, and the Universe would have half covered their eyes; so violent would the divine be to contemplate for their retina. Which would have ended up burning their eyes, like a solar eclipse. So much the better. Charles would rather keep it to himself, in his Pandora's box, which only he could open and unleash when he wanted to.

Was it wrong if Charles was dying to literally sit on Max's lap, in full view of everyone like an exhibitionist, and lick the little piece of sauce obscenely for several minutes? Then, to feed him and Max on these same strong thighs that he was dying to bite, to suck, to knead and to lick until the groin to make Max crazy. Just like he had done a few months earlier at that party.

Oh, yes. It was the most tantalizing fantasy he'd ever had in his life and especially one that had given him an erection so quickly, right in the middle of a restaurant. His legs tightened to keep anyone from noticing his unchaste thoughts.

#lestappen #lestappen fic #charles leclerc #max verstappen #olympe’s writings #.txt #snippet #love cannot stay in a closet #<< title

[myheadsgonenumb]

Bite and Prejudice: Ruination

Just posted chapter 22 of my Pride and Prejudice and wolfstar fic:

Remus had been a good deal disappointed in not finding a letter from Lily on their first arrival at Lambton; and this disappointment had been renewed on each of the mornings that had now been spent there; but on the third his repining was over, and his sister justified, by the arrival of two owls, each bearing a missive of their own, and Remus could not be surprised that the second had caught up with the first, as the first had been carried by Erroll - the Weasley’s owl - who was elderly and prone to getting lost, or collapsing mid flight. 

They had just been preparing to walk as the birds arrived, pecking at the window to be let in; and so his uncle and aunt, leaving him to enjoy Lily’s letters in quiet, set off by themselves. The one carried by Errol must be first attended to; it had been written five days ago and must now be outdated, but was the only place to start. The beginning contained an account of all their little parties and engagements, with such news as the country afforded; but the latter half, which was dated a day later, and written in evident agitation, gave more important intelligence. It was to this effect:—

“Since writing the above, dearest Remus, something has occurred of a most unexpected and serious nature; but I am afraid of alarming you—be assured that we are all well. What I have to say relates to poor Mary. A Patronus arrived at twelve last night, just as we were all gone to bed, from Colonel Dearborn, to inform us that she was gone off to Scotland with one of his officers; to own the truth, with Lockhart! Imagine our surprise.

 I am very, very sorry. So imprudent a match on both sides! But I am willing to hope the best, and that his character has been misunderstood. Thoughtless and indiscreet I can easily believe him, but this step (and let us rejoice over it) marks nothing bad at heart. His choice is disinterested at least, for he must know our guardians can give her nothing.

 Madam Pomfrey is sadly grieved. Dumbledore bears it better. How thankful am I, that we never let them know what has been said against him; we must forget it ourselves. They were off Saturday night but were not missed for a few hours. The Patronus was cast directly. My dear Remus, they must have passed within ten miles of us.

 Colonel Dearborn gives us reason to expect him here soon. Mary left a few lines for his wife, informing her of their intention. I must conclude, for I cannot be long from my poor guardian. I am afraid you will not be able to make it out, but I hardly know what I have written.”

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#marauders #wolfstar #jily #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #lily evans #regency era au #pride and prejudice #bite and prejudice #in want of a werewolf

[khujoor]

SAY YOU'RE MINE childe fic c2

updated on ao3 & tumblr by the same user!

tags: @crisdamoon @zamorazz @esthelily @duckyyyx (taglist is open!

"Childe," you called out for the ginger, who was mindlessly staring at his phone. "Childe!"

"Hm?" He didn't bother to look up from his phone, clearly uninterested.

"Since my father couldn't make it," you stepped closer to him, tilting his phone down slightly to urge him to make eye contact with you. "You are the one helping me decide my dress today. So tell me, does this look good on me?" You asked him, standing in front of him and spinning around slowly so he could get a good look at the dress from all angles. "I still have some other options, but I've been really loving this one."

"I think it looks fine," he replied nonchalantly, not taking his eyes away from his phone. "Is there any chance that you can choose something quickly here so we can move on from this faster?"

Your patience started wearing thin as you felt increasingly agitated by how he behaved. From what you had experienced during your time at the office to the more pleasant time during dinner together, you were sure he knew how to act well around the company.

"Whatever," you sighed exasperatedly, pressing your finger against your temple as if massaging a burgeoning headache away. "It seems like I was wrong when I thought you'd be able to help me choose a suitable dress. Have you managed to pick out a suit for yourself yet or is it still undecided?" You asked while slipping out of the dress.

"Not yet," Childe looked up from his phone and spoke, seemingly careful with his words. He took a few steps forward and scrutinized you closely. "(Y/N), are you undressing in front of me right now?" He asked hesitantly, an air of disgust present in his voice.

"Oh please," you scoffed lightly and shook your head before continuing. "I'm infinitely higher than that; I would never do something so demeaning for another person's sake - certainly not yours." You peeled the dress off and revealed a nude-colored leotard underneath. With a steady hand, you placed the dress carefully at the side and began walking around the room.

Childe followed your movements with his gaze, studying every part of your body through his eyes. You noticed his indiscreet perusal and couldn't help but smirk inwardly at his sudden change in demeanor - from being so dismissive of your efforts to being quite predatory all of a sudden.

It would probably be sensible for you to keep your distance from Childe after this ended.

"You can find your suit across the street, they're known for their quality."

"Are you sending me off alone?" He asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Of course I am. You clearly have no interest, maybe you'll find a new maiden for yourself."

Childe raised an eyebrow at your words, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "And what makes you think I'm interested in maidens?" he asked, taking a step closer to you. You could feel the heat emanating from his body, his breath hot against your neck. You couldn't help but shiver, partly from the cold air conditioning and partly from the sudden proximity of Childe.

You turned to face him, your eyes locking with his. "Oh, I don't know," you said slowly, tracing a finger down his chest. "Perhaps since you already love someone who isn't the woman you're getting married to?" You whispered in his ear, wanting to see a reaction.

Childe's eyes widened slightly at your words, a look of surprise crossing his face before it was quickly replaced with a sly grin. "Oh, so you've been paying attention to me, have you?" he teased, his hands coming to rest on your hips as he pulled you closer to him.

You could feel your heart racing in your chest as you looked up at him, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

"You said that when we met that day,"

"Hm?"

"You were uninterested in me."

"I did, didn't I?" He playfully grinned. Childe's breath hitched at your words, his eyes narrowing slightly. He leaned in closer to you, his lips dangerously close to your own. "And what makes you think I love anyone?" he murmured, his voice suddenly low and husky.

"Don't take me for a fool." You replied, your own voice low and sultry. "I can see it in your eyes, the way you talk about her, it's obvious."

Childe chuckled softly, his lips brushing against your ear. "Well, you're a perceptive one, aren't you?" he murmured. "But what makes you think I can't love more than one person?"

"I'm a powerful woman, Childe. I can easily figure out who this woman is, and call her as soon as I do," you spoke to him as if you were threatening his life with a dagger to his throat.

"And if she doesn't believe you?"

"Fine," you stopped for a moment, taking a breath. "She may not believe me, in fact, she may think I'm jealous. But I always get what I want, Childe."

You couldn't care less about Childe's opinion of you. Whether he thought you were a spoiled brat or if you were an attention seeker.

"Alright," he spoke in his usual tone, giving himself space between the two of you. "I'll go."

"Great."

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"You answered the phone!" Lumine exclaimed, relieved that Childe had called back.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, "My fiancé was trying on dresses."

"We're still meeting up later tonight, right?" she asked hopefully.

"Of course," she said gently. "I'm cooking up your favorite dish.. you don't.. do you have any feelings for her?"

"Lumine," he reassured her. "I love you and only you. No one can ever replace you in my heart."

Lumine sighed, letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "Okay, I believe you."

But as she hung up the phone, doubt crept into her mind. She couldn't shake the feeling that Childe's fiancé was more than just a simple distraction.

#genshin impact #genshin #x reader #genshin x reader #angst #fluff #childe genshin impact #childe tartaglia #childe genshin #childe x reader #childe #childe tartaglia ajax #childe tartagalia #ajax tartaglia #tartaglia #tartaglia x you #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia x y/n #childe genshin x reader #childe series #♟️ ; SAY YOU'RE MINE ! #✨ : khujoor

[gemma-collins-ily]

hi so you know this post? i was looking at all the things you were originally gonna do with it and i saw the hogsmeade with harry so i was just wondering if you could write that also with gof harry :) it’s really such a pain in the ass trying to find fics of him cuz he’s so criminally underrated </3

Going to Hogsmeade with Harry

a/n - I kinda forgot the gof part sorry bestie I really wrote this over a WHILE and didn't look at your request for a hot sec there's literally no mention of it being gof Harry😭✋

Warnings: drinks??? (butterbeer not alcohol) not sure what else???

sorry but the bestie takes forever to even ASK

doesn't matter if you are together, he's speaking to Ron at literal midnight

"Yeah, I know they'd probably say yes but would they really? 'Cause I did that really annoying thing last week and I don't know if they're holding a grudge!"

and at some point he even managed to get Ron doubtful of if you'd want to go

and they both have a mini crisis because Ron's just a little too invested in your love life after Harry has spoken about it for weeks

"Mate, to be honest, you're making me doubt them - which is odd because I've never really done that before, they obviously like you." "But do they lOVE ME enough to go with me?!?"

why's he acting like this is a proposal???

Ron has no clue but just goes along with it slightly

after a minute to pause, Ron gets the fantastic idea of going to see Hermione for help

kind of 'forgets' to tell Harry because Harry may have asked he didn't tell anyone

but Ron had kept the secret for WEEKS okay, cut him some slack

"So, if, uh, theoretically, someone with dark-ish hair and a holy scar on his forehead wanted to ask someone that he really likes to go to Hogsmeade, how would he... go about that?"

she shakes her head because girl WHAT are these boys doing

also, Ron is totally indiscreet and basically just told her over breakfast before Harry was there

and bess frenn was not quite using an indoor voice

he used a very shouty stage whisper

and now Ginny knows

and Ginny may or may not have told Neville in transfiguration

and Neville may or may not have told Cho in the greenhouse

and Cho may, okay, she definitely told Luna

who was kind of forgetful in the fact that you weren't meant to know

so, she mentions it whilst on a walk with you

"Harry wanted to take you to Hogsmeade, although now I'm not so sure. I heard about it on Monday so maybe it was a sudden impulse since he hasn't asked. What do you think?" "Well... I think I'll wait it out until he says something for now. Thanks, Luna."

okay so now she's done half his job for him

should be easy from then on, right?

wrong

and you really give him every opportunity

I mean EVERY

bestie is fumbling and you're stood there like ummm is he going to ask me out???

then one day you basically give up the pretence that you have no clue what's going on and straight up talk about it like you are already going together

"So, I'm thinking that when we go on Saturday, we should obviously go to Madam Puddifoot's because apparently she knows everyone's tea strength and milk to sugar ratio and whatever so that's really cool, and then-" "Huh? Did I ask last night because I don't really remember and I was really tired so I mean... I'm sure I would have woken right up if you had said yes though, so I'm not sure how I can't remember asking!" "Harry, you didn't. Until now, kind of, I guess. So, yes, Harry, I'll go with you to Hogsmeade and now we need to sort out where we're going. Talk later, yeah?"

woah

he's astounded

Ron hears about it in Potions through a note/several ones that have literally quoted what you said word for word

Hermione hears in Transfiguration from Harry and Ron, with the latter instantly telling her as soon as he walks up to her

now Ron and Hermione are basically Harry's therapists till Saturday

Neville is sat next to them whilst Harry's going off on a rant and has wide eyes whilst Ron and Hermione are like 'yup, this is nothing new, getting a bit bland'.

so, when Saturday comes and you wait in the Great Hall, Hermione literally runs up to you

"Take him away from us, like, now. I can't listen to any more from him and he keeps asking if his scarf is askew? Since when does he care?"

so you're off

he apologises for making you go through the tunnel to Hogsmeade and you tell him multiple times it's no problem

besides, it gives you privacy to hold hands and have him swing them whilst they're clasped together

bestie he hit your hand on the wall by accident and five minutes were spent with him asking if you were okay and examining your hand

when you finally get out of the tunnels and whatever you naturally gravitate to Madam Puddifoot's because Harry wants you to be happy with where you're going and you already mentioned it so it's the first stop

aww adorable

anyways

you and Harry swap drinks at a point even though they're meant to be tailored to you specifically not the person you're on a date with

but you swap to see what the other person likes even if you both end up pursing your lips at how sweet or not sweet the other person's is

you swap back and laugh together as you talk about practically anything

if you're a bookish person then you definitely stop by a book shop and Harry frowns as he sees an old book by Gilderoy Lockhart until you steer him away

he reads the blurb of every book you pick up because he wants to know what you like and you try to recommend books to each other

if you end up with a kinda big stack of books propped up by one arm while you look for others, he'll take half the pile no matter how many he already has

then oopsie daisy he accidentally pays for a few of them

"Harry, I could have paid myself! When do you want the money back by?" "You don't need to pay me back, Merlin knows I have enough money anyway, and you don't owe me anything, promise. If you're that worried you can pay me back whenever you want, I don't mind."

okay that earns him a hug with the bags of books looped around your arms

if you jostle a bag and he sees it has left a stripe on your arm from the handles or anything, he's taking the bag

asking first, of course

you go to the Three Broomsticks and drink butterbeer together or another drink and then try not to laugh at the froth that appears above each other's lips

"I see only one solution." "What's that?" "Obviously gotta get it off somehow." Then, he runs his thumb over your lip before saying, "Nope, don't think I got it off. Only one thing for it." Next, he's kissing you, something you eagerly return.

then a teacher walks in and since basically everyone knows Harry, basically everyone knows he's not supposed to be in Hogsmeade

you duck immediately

Harry's quizzical before he spots the teacher and drops to be under the table

he bumps his hand on the way

you facepalm before kissing his knuckles, claiming the classic 'a kiss will make it better'

he blushed before a look of disappointment crosses his face

"What is it?" you hiss from below the table, "Does it hurt more now that I did that, sorry." "No, no, it's great, never felt better! Just realised I could have done that in the tunnels. Missed opportunity." "It's never too late," you grin and raise an eyebrow, "I actually think it still stings, maybe you should return the favour, make it better." "I think I should, too." And he does, as you giggle together under the table in the Three Broomsticks on a Saturday, muffling laughs in each other's shoulders and hoping the teacher doesn't hear you.

it becomes a thing you do whenever you have free time on Saturdays and Harry isn't defeating someone or anything

after a while, Harry becomes less nervous for each date

but don't worry, they're all just as special as the first

that scene where there's snow in Hogsmeade?

yeah, you go together in winter too

you have snowball fights against Ron and Hermione

it's half so that they'll maybe actually get together finally and half because you and Harry really want to be on a team with each other

you make little bases which are just mini hills of snow you hide behind while you make snowballs to chuck

if you forget gloves, don't even worry, he's got a spare pair

there are some moments where Ron rolls his eyes at the displays of affection you two have

for example, once Harry didn't have spare gloves so he just made snowballs and guided you to put your hands on top of his and make them with him

cuties alert 🚨🚨🚨

another time is when you are scrambling across the snow to try to invade your opposition's base to pelt them with snowballs, you fall to the ground and Harry, who had been distracting them, rushes out to check on you

woah, sacrificing himself to the snowballs for you, that's true love

he leans over you as you flat on your back before you laugh and put your hands on his cheeks

he ignores the chill from your gloves sourced by making snowballs and grins down at you

just as he's about to kiss you, Ron hits the two of you with a snowball in the literal tiny gap between your lips

Hermione thwacks him (gently) and then the moment is sort of, but not really, over

so she joins Ron in chucking snowballs at you until they run out and literally just start gathering fistfuls of snow

Harry pushes over so that you're both on your sides facing each other but his back is to Romoine (I can't keep writing both their names again I'm sorry-) as he gets attacked with snowballs and is basically your shield

and he just chuckles every time he's hit before acting like he's wounded, asking you to kiss it better-

then, he signals for you to run as he grabs the invisibility cloak from his pocket and hands it to you

you know what he means and get up carefully, darting behind a little snow mound whilst Romoine are grabbing more snow armfuls

you sneak around in the cloak to your previous base and carry as many snowballs as you can manage in your arms until you stand behind the two

they couldn't see you weren't there since all they can see is Harry shuffling around and as silly as it sounds, it's a major tactic

you pat a snowball into the base of Ron's neck as he jumps and looks at Hermione

then, when he looks away, Hermione gets one there too

Hermione looks at Ron before practically tackling him, a new pyramid of snowballs set up by you and they don't stop to think about how they got there

you run back to Harry as he smiles

"Every person for themselves?" "Godric, no. Let's just wait to see how long they fight, it's funny."

when they realise it was you, Harry states 'all is fair in love and war' smugly before you two end up running, you trying to unfurl the cloak from where it lies over your arm and toss it over the both of you

like it would help cover the footprints in the snow but whatever

you run back to Hogwarts and sit in front of the fire together later, Harry and you sharing a blanket

if McGonagall sees you huddled together and wonders why you would have gone into the snow if Harry didn't have parental permission to Hogsmeade even when she already knows the answer, she says nothing

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