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bakugoushotwife · 6 months

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kinktober day twenty-three: toys

>>> i’ll probably get little to no interaction on my lady pieces but fuck y’all i love them and nobara could DOMINATE ME

>>> starring: kugisaki nobara x curvy!f!reader >>>cw: sleepover conversion moment because i’m nasty, dom!nobara, fingering, nipple play, toy usage, strap, butt plug, vibrator, nipple clamps, overstimulation. >>> wc: 3.4k >>> event masterlist

your monthly sleepover with nobara was a sacred ritual of friendship, one that started due to your borderline bizarre attachedness to each other since the moment you met in high school. of course back then, you two were inseparable—and sleepovers were more of a nightly occurrence than a monthly one. oh but how time changes things. you both stay so busy these days that it’s a miracle you get her to yourself even one weeknd out of the month.

you prep for the occasion like it’s a dick appointment—not that you’ve had one of those in quite some time, nor do you miss them. kugisaki’s attention was enough for you, your best friend knew how to make you feel loved and appreciated far better than any man could at this point anyway. regardless of how often you saw each other, she was always in your phone. she made sure you woke up to good morning messages and wished you the sweetest of dreams every night. sure, they were a little flirty in nature, but that’s just how girls are. all the times she’s jokingly asked for nudes or made sexual innuendos are just her ways of making you feel beautiful and wanted. she didn’t mean a thing, you were sure of it.

but irregardless, you wax your legs and schedule your lash appointments around your visits to nobara. it’s no different this time as you scramble around your apartment to find the perfect set of pajamas to wear over. you decide on a red silky set, hoping that it complimented your freshly cleaned skin. it does more than that, the strappy crop top basically sticks to your chest, v-cut and plunging to give a great peek at your tits. the shorts are just as slutty, like a second layer of skin to highlight the mounds of your ass, the fabric occasionally rode up your thighs to nestle into your fat pussy.

all of this was painfully clear to kugisaki once you arrived. you had to be doing this on purpose, and she was getting sick of it. how many hints does a girl have to drop? she’s been flirting with you mercilessly for years, and tonight may be the night she breaks—you seem to be making sure of it. nobara all but pulls you into her house before the neighbors start lining the streets to gawk at you.

“hey girl!!” you smile warmly at her, setting your overnight bag on the couch. she’s practically scowling when she meets your eyes, though that chipper happiness in them makes it hard for her to be mad at you.

“hey hottie, missed you.” she greets, throwing her arms around you to cover up any aggravation you may have noticed. you of course melt into her without any protests, enjoying her floral scent and the feeling of her hair brushing up against your cheek. she’s focused on the feeling of your loose tits smashing up against hers, and she swears your nipples harden.

“ugh, missed you!” you sigh out once she starts rubbing her warm hands over the exposed skin on your back, pouting when she pulls away. she doesn’t give you time to be sad long, letting her hand fall down your arm to grab your hand, smiling softly as she leads you to the couch. love island is already queued on the tv, and kugisaki is ever so thoughtful—snacks and drinks wait for you on the table. “i think we should have these sleepovers every other week instead—this is getting unbearable!”

she laughs her agreement and lets the show play in the background, sighing that she only gets to see you once a month. “i wishhhh. when are you gonna quit your job and let me support us both?”

you roll your eyes, though the idea of dropping everything and staying here is hardly a bad one. “tch, whenever you’re serious about the offer.” you lean up and snatch a bag of chips, feeling her eyes track you the whole way.

“i’m never not serious! do you even know me?” she huffs, unashamedly checking out your rack. “i may tell a joke babe, but i never tell a lie.” she swears, hand over her heart. you can feel heat creep up your neck from the way she looks at you, and you have to consciously think about watching the show instead of her smirking lips. you’d be lying if you said you’d never considered going gay for your best friend—a proud and out lesbian—but you always felt bad for assuming she was into you. just because she was gay doesn’t mean she likes all girls—and based on her previous girlfriends, you certainly weren’t her type.

but the idea comes to the forefront of your mind at the worst time possible. you think about what it might be like to kiss her—just an innocent kiss. she was always biting at her pouty bottom lip, and they were so pink and cute that it had to feel nice. the dating show fades into the background as nobara pulls you into her chest. she basically moves you into her lap, and the movement isn’t necessarily foreign, but in this moment—you wish you could be anywhere else. your face lands on her chest, and your cheeks burn. you’re nervous she can read your thoughts—the ones that take a turn for the filthy once she parts her legs so that you can lay more comfortably and her fingers find your hair to massage your scalp. it would be so easy to push the fabric of her shirt up and attach your lips to one of them. you can’t help but imagine how that would feel, they soft pillows under your head only entice you further, her ministrations against your scalp make your pussy flutter, and your cheeks burn.

you know she’s experienced. she’s told you stories about some of her encounters, and just like now you worked extra hard to ignore the bubbling warmth in your stomach. you know your best friend loves eating pussy, loves fingering, loves using her extensive collection of nipple clamps and vibrators and straps on her victims—and right now you craved to be one of them. thinking about those pouty lips puckered around your pussy had you squirming, reaching for the couch pillow to hold between your legs with a prayer that it would relieve the ache.

kugisaki isn’t stupid. she can feel your hips moving and circling in her lap, the light sheen of sweat coating your neck and your shoulder blades and as far as the eye could see. she’s grinning devilishly as you grab the pillow and put it where she knows you need her. she shifts a little under you, wrapping one arm around your back to sit her fingers to tapping at your hip bone, the other resting under your tits like a shelf. you only squirm against the pillow quicker, with less precaution. your shame quickly decreases as your need skyrockets, her thumb swiping the underside of your boob. you chew on your bottom lip, adjusting to lay on your back. it moves her stubborn hand closer to your cunt while shifting your breast into her other palm—your needy body moving faster than your brain.

you moan softly as she squeezes the soft mound, her giggle reminding you that this was no fantasy you’ve conjured to get off on her couch pillow; no, you really moaned aloud during love island—and now she’s laughing at you.

“kugi—“ you move to sit up, you have to explain yourself. but what would you say? the truth was just as embarrassing as your pathetic moan. she squeezes your tit again, her other hand moving to cup your warm middle over your shorts.

“what is it, pretty girl?” she asks, her voice dripping with saccharine honey. any protests die in your throat as her fingers find your nipple, circling it through the silky material clinging to your chest. “you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting on you.” she borderline snarls, pinching your now pebbled bud.

your eyes widen at her words, a jolt of pleasurable pain shooting through you as she toys with your chest. “i…i’ve thought about you for a while now..i want to..” you struggle to find the right words as she peels your shirt up, soft fingers rolling your tender nipples between them in a mocking way.

“wanna let me show you a real good time?” she hums, all too aware of your experiences too. her poor little bestie hasn’t cum at another’s hands in years. “you’ll cum, maybe too much.” she laughs, chest rumbling beneath you.

you nod at her suggestion instantly, relieved she said it for you. she moves her other hand to join the one groping at you, massaging your tits as you laid with your back to her chest. she presses every button, tweaking your nipples so deliciously you think she may make you cum just from her expertise—no pussy touching needed. but she’s a generous partner, and she’s been crafting her own fantasies of making a lesbian out of you for far too long. that combination means your days without cumming are over, even if you’re already a whining mess in her lap just from her fingers on your tits.

“i got so many toys you’re just gonna love, pretty baby.” she hums, the recorded episode on the tv fading to black as it ends—mindless late night talk shows taking the place as the background soundtrack. she kisses the top of your head, biting her lip to repress her eager giggles. “there’s a box under my bed. go get it for me. and take that flimsy lil top off, girl.”

you nod, deep under her control with little effort. you get to your feet, noting how your legs feel like they may give out from under you as you walk through kugisaki’s spacious home. you reach for your shirt, dropping the fabric on her bed. you locate the box and gulp at the contents: nipple clamps, various dildos and straps, vibrators and whips—nobara really was a kinky bitch. she’s naked when you come back, giving you a proud smile for following orders. “good bunny. c’mere!!” she squeals, patting the couch.

you’re too busy gawking at her—lean with a soft figure, the ripples of her years spent training as a sorcerer lurking beneath. she tucked some of her cropped auburn hair back behind her ear, her glimmering brown eyes and intoxicating smile almost as addictive as her gorgeous tits and the perfect ass she perched on. you swallow thickly, bringing the box—and yourself—over to the couch. she takes it out of your hands and pilfers through the contents for a headband with bunny ears attached. she extends them out for you with a smile.

“oh yeah, put these bad boys on.” she grins with determination, swinging her legs beneath her to put the accessory on you. “so cute. have a bunny butt plug to match.” she sang as if this was a normal trip to starbucks, grabbing your hands. she tugs you to the couch, gnawing on her lip as she admires your voluptuous rack. “you really are so hot. i’m gonna rock your world, bitch.” she smirks, guiding you to lay against her like before.

you adjust the headband, feeling your cheeks burn. you want her to do just that, and you know she’s capable of it, so your pussy throbs with need as you recline against her body. you’re already breathing heavy from the feeling of her tits pressed to your back—your own nipples hardening almost painfully. she giggles at your excitement and nerves, though she has her fair share of her own. one of her slender hands tilts your jaw toward her face, and your nerves disappear. she still is your best friend after all, and you trust her. “do you like being my pretty bunny?” she asked, looking up at the pink ears perched atop your head.

you nod, “mhm. do you like it?” you ask, and she nods vigorously, twirling some of your hair around her fingers.

“love it. you look so good.” she hums, tracing over your lips with one elegant finger. you nod in soft satisfaction, parting your lips to speak, but nobara silences you with a soft kiss. she’s warm and soft—you like how she moves her hands down to play with your perky nipples again, moaning into the kiss for a deeper connection. it’s not long before you’re moving your hips again, humping your shorts for any kind of relief. she licks at your bottom lip, squeezing and rolling your buds as her tongue makes its way in your mouth and cool metal squeezes down on your sensitive nipples. you gasp, only letting her tongue in further, the weighty sensation of the clasps basically making your pussy a waterfall. you arch off of her and into her all at the same time, the kiss turns sloppier the needier you get, and finally her fingers trail down your abdomen and under the band of your shorts. her hips move against your ass—she’s just too excited to keep still herself, especially as her digits feel out the mess you’ve made of your pajamas.

“ohhh good bunny—someone’s excited.” she hummed, tapping your clit with her soaked fingers. your legs jump a little at the pleasurable sensation. she continues swiping at your clit, a proud smirk on her face at your little mewls. “gonna let me take care of you?”

you nod, humping her hand fervently. she knows just what pace to use, exactly how to press and slide her digits just where you need her. her other arm rests across your chest, if you bucked too wildly you’d wiggle yourself into a headlock. you can’t help but squirm though, feeling that rubber band pull taut in your gut. “gonna cum kugi, it feels so good.”

she rubs your clit faster, loving the way you arch and writhe and make your nipple clamps tighten so beautifully she’ll have you cumming all night. she pulls some hair away from your ear to whisper in your ear, “go ahead bunny. wanna see what my bestie looks like all fucked out.”

you clench down around nothing, feeling your gut burn and your legs shake.

“aghhh—oh my god~” you whine, panting a little as she works you down from your peak. even her slow circles have your gut jumping, and that’s before kugisaki drew her fingers to her lips and sucked your taste off of them. you bite your lip at the lewd action, turning in her lap to give back some of the pleasure she’s been giving you. it was part of your fantasy already, so why not latch your lip around her rosy nipple, sucking on it til it hardens on your tongue? especially when she makes such a lovely face, eyes closing and lips parting in angelic fashion. her moans are so sweet too, low toned and loud in volume. her fingers scrape at your scalp and she gives you a satisfied little grin.

“mm, your mouth is so warm, bunny.” she sighs happily, raking her fingers through your hair as you swap to her neglected mound. you moan softly at the feeling of her breast in your mouth combined with the feeling of her knee notching under your cunt—the wetness sliding all over her skin. you gasp softly, and she takes the opportunity to regain some control. she lifts you up to slide out from under you, you land lying flat on the couch. you hear the colliding of all the toys in her box, wondering which ones she would pick for you next. “can i use all your holes, bestie?”

you nod, spreading your legs even wider as she sits at the other end of the couch between them. she shows you what she wants to use, holding up what could only be the matching bunny butt plug she was referring to earlier, and a cute little clit sucking rose vibe. “course imma get ‘em ready for you. you’re gonna feel so good.”

she turns the vibrator on, giggling up at you as she puts it over your puffy and sensitive clit. your head falls back along the arm of the couch at the intense suction, you almost don’t feel her gather your cum and glide her fingers over your puckered asshole. she spits on it to add more lubrication, tentatively sliding her finger through the tight ring of muscles. your eyes grow three sizes at the pressure combined with the sucking of her toy. your moans are restless as she curls and moves her finger in your ass, adding a second one so that you could accommodate the cute fluffy pink bunny tail she bought with you in mind. you clench around her digits but she scissors your hole open, humming softly. “oh good. my bunny’s all stretched out.”

she spits on the tip of the toy to ease your discomfort, sliding the cute little plug in your ass with a proud smile. the rose toy keeps abusing your clit, and she dips her fingers into your cunt to curl against your spongy insides—finding your spot instantly. the stretch and burn of your hole combined with the attacks on your clit and kugisaki’s perfect fingers has you screaming and grabbing at her hair. you hurtle towards the end way quicker than last time, the burn of too much too quickly dizzying your brain. you can only call her name, vision going black as you cum all over her fingers yet again. you legs clench and shiver, your moans guttural and loud—you were thankful you weren’t at your apartment. you’re gripping the back of the couch with one hand, looking up at her in a daze. she’s drawn two orgasms out of you which is a borderline foreign feeling all on its own, but now she slides a black harness around her hips, attaching a thick and long dildo to its base.

“aw, want one more from you. gotta let me use my dick on ya!” she pouts, absolutely eating up your disheveled appearance. you nod, feeling the cool silicone tip of it gliding between your lips thanks to your messy cunt. “wanna hear you say it. say ‘fuck me please, kugisaki.’” she cooed, letting the tip of the pink dick nudge against your sensitive clit.

“oh fuck—yes, please. i want you to fuck me please, kugisaki. please, god this feels so good—so fuckin—“ you babble mindlessly, too far gone to think clearly. she shoves her cock in your tiny little hole to shut you up—that was her favorite part. you take a sharp breath as she leans over you, her cock burning through your gut like a hot knife. you clutch at the back of your legs so you can see her drive in and out of you, her tits jumping with her force. she’s taking you all in, the way you grip around her toy is so cute she may cum just from watching you—though she definitely plans on teaching you how to return the favor.

“my pretty bunny…like getting your holes stretched, cutie? is this all you dreamed of and more?” she grins, pushing in and out, silicone hitting your spot of need each and every thrust. you nod relentlessly, pawing at her hips. every roll knocks the plug a little deeper against your insides, and you know this orgasm will be different than the ones she already earned.

“yes! yes, kugisaki—gonna squirt—“ you whine, and she laughs manically, nodding and adding her fingers to your abused bundle.

“ooh that’s a girl, soak me then.” she giggles, making it a point to fuck you as roughly as possible. you wail out, tipping over the edge with such a violent burn in your gut that you know it’s too much. kugisaki nearly squeals with glee as you gush clear liquid all over her stomach and thighs, soaking her expensive couch. she rocks her hips into yours gently, milking out your high with shared heavy breaths.

you’re on a different planet, too dizzy and fucked out to feel anything but the mind-numbing pleasure still shocking through your veins. you hear the clinking of her strap hitting the ground, and you can tell she’s trying to clean you up, which makes you smile softly even in your half-conscious state.

she leans over to kiss your forehead, mumbling praises and compliments to your body.

“rest up bunny. gonna teach you how to eat pussy next.” she cooed, kissing your lips this time.

you give her a half grin, “mkay kugi. i wanna put these clamps on you though, bitch. i get toys too!” you giggle—and the sound makes her laugh with you as she puts the ignored episode of love island back on, patting your cunt.

“yeah? we’ll see what you got, little pervert.”

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sweetestdesire · 1 year

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🥤 affair with ward cameron. you’re his secretary. age gap. you know my kinks already 😏

ty for opening it up to daddy ward. he deserves the slutty love too

OVERTIME AT THE OFFICE

WARNINGS: extreme domination, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of cheating, etc. 18+ readers only

PAIRING(S): Ward Cameron x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: in which Fem!Reader stays late at the office with her boss, Ward Cameron.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: thank you for the request, my sweet Harley. I hope you enjoy my baby daddy as much as I do!

let’s have a sleepover at mine!

Her boss's door was ajar, and as Y/N peered through the gap she could see him leaning back in his large easy chair, removing his tie and unbuttoning the collar of his shirt.

As she entered the room, Ward swung round and greeted her with a mischievous grin. She was somewhat taken aback by his casual appearance; usually he was impeccably dressed in a three piece suit, highly polished shoes and expensive ties and commanded a great deal of awe and respect from his employees.

However, tonight Ward’s hair was ruffled, his shoes kicked off and his pale blue shirt open at the collar to reveal a tuft of dark hair at the top of his chest. Y/N was alarmed to find that the sight of him had involuntarily increased the rate of her breathing and she could feel her heart thumping in her chest.

"You wanted to see me?" Y/N finally stammered.

"Yes, I wanted to thank you for all your hard work and wondered if you'd like to join me for a drink.” Ward gestured towards his desk where a half-full bottle of whiskey nestled amongst a number of empty bottles and piles of documents and files. "That is, if you haven't got anything else planned for this evening?”

"Uh, no, nothing else planned."

"Excellent. Will bourbon do?”

"Bourbon will be fine.” Y/N heard herself say, although in her head she was reminding herself loudly that whiskey made her extremely pissed, extremely quickly with calamitous results.

Ward pulled a chair around from the other side of the desk and indicated for her to sit down. “Come and see the fantastic view." The entirety of the wall of his office was made from tinted glass.

"You'll be needing this.” Ward said, holding out a bright, shiny liquor glass.

As Y/N leant across to take it from him, she noticed that his gaze had shifted. As she followed the line of his vision down, she realized that the top few buttons of her blouse had somehow become dislodged from their buttons to reveal the soft flesh of her breasts spilling over the top of her blood-red lace bra.

Y/N’s face flushed as her fingers brushed his and she could feel her hand shaking as she took the opener from him. As she went to twist open the Bourbon, she gasped as the bottle of liquid came gushing out, covering the front of her blouse and dripping down her short skirt onto her stockings.

Looking down in dismay, Y/N could see the wetness from the liquor spreading out over the front of her blouse, the red bra underneath becoming more and more visible and the damp fabric clinging increasingly to the curves of her breasts. She felt her nipples harden instantaneously and, as she raised her gaze to meet his, it was clear that this had not escaped his attention.

"I have a shirt that you could borrow, if you’d like.” Ward said.

As he slowly stood, the extent of his reaction to her unfortunate 'accident' became clear; his hard-on visible through his straining trousers and she felt herself becoming wet just at the sight of it. She watched his reflection in the huge window as he walked over to the cupboard and retrieved a white shirt from its depths.

As she watched, Y/N could see him loosening his belt, unzipping his fly and releasing his erection from the confines of his trousers. Their reflected eyes met and Ward smirked at her from the other side of the room as he started to massage his cock.

Emboldened by his actions, her eyes still on the reflection of his, Y/N started to slowly undo the remaining buttons of her blouse and was pleased to see his movements become quicker and more urgent, dropping the white shirt onto the floor.

Once undone, Y/N removed her blouse with a deft flick of her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Still staring at the window, she could see him walking slowly towards her and, after what seemed like a lifetime, she suddenly felt his hot breath on her neck. The sensation made her shiver and she could feel her nipples harden further and an urgent throbbing began in her groin.

With one movement, Ward released her hair from its clip and watched it cascade over her shoulders and back. He roughly grabbed at it and pulled it to one side so he could continue kissing and licking the nape of her neck whilst he pressed his hardened prick into the cleft between her buttocks, so palpable in her tight skirt.

"I've been wanting to do this for months, Y/N.” Ward whispered. “You really are the most sexy woman I have ever met. You put my goddamn wife to shame.”

In reply, all she could do was whisper, “Thank you,” and gasp as his hand came snaking around her waist, cupping the soft mound of her right breast and squeezing firmly on the already hardened and sensitive nipple. Ward steered her around the desk so that they were both behind it and still able to see their reflections in the window, which were becoming sharper and more clearly defined as the sun set and the sky darkened.

With one movement, Ward swept the empty bottles, files and carefully piled papers onto the floor and pushed her face down and onto the tabletop, her pointed toes just reaching the floor. He slowly ran his hands in circling movements, up the back of her stockinged legs, teasing her and never quite reaching the top.

Y/N’s breathing became rapid and shallow as his fingers eventually reached the soft smoothness of her bare inner thigh and continued to circle their way upwards. It was his turn to gasp as he moved his hand further upwards and instead of the material he expected, he felt the soft wetness of her lips.

"You little slut.” Ward exclaimed. "You're not wearing any panties.”

Y/N gasped as he pushed his fingers deeper into her wetness and eased her skirt up to reveal her taut buttocks. The sight of this made his cock even harder and he feverishly rubbed his hand back and forth, pulling back harder and harder on his foreskin until he felt he could hold on no longer.

Ward moved his right hand forwards, feeling for the nub of her clit and, once found, rubbed gently around it until he could feel her shivering and gyrating beneath him to the rhythm of his hand. With his left hand he released the catch of her bra and in the reflection from the window, he was able to watch as her full breasts came tumbling out of their restraint.

"Jesus Christ.” Ward whispered and grasping her ass, he pushed his tense cock between her wet lips and into the warm, moistness of her pussy.

Y/N leant further and further forward, grabbing the far side of the desk and lifting her ass higher so that the whole of his shaft was swallowed up by her.

"Do you like that?" Ward breathed.

"God, yes. Please, don't stop, Mr. Cameron.” And with that, Ward slipped his finger inside her.

As he watched their reflections in the window, he saw her move a hand upward and start massaging her breasts and squeezing the nipples until they stood to attention. Y/N moved her hand slowly downwards and began to finger herself. The cold feel of her hand on his shaft and the image of her in the window brought him close to the edge.

"You're too fucking amazing. I can't hold on much longer.”

But as Y/N heard his words, she felt the familiar sensation working its way up her thighs and into her cunt; she gasped and began to press her arse harder and harder into his groin. She could feel him grabbing roughly at her hips and pulling on her hair, yanking her head back and kissing and biting hungrily at her neck, and with a loud cry, she felt him cum hard inside her.

As Ward continued to thrust deep inside her, the muscular spasms of his orgasm became indistinct from her own and she suddenly felt the explosion inside her pussy.

Their paired rhythmical movements gradually slowed as each tried to slow their breathing. As they lay there on his desk, hot and sweating, their chests heaving, they both noticed a visible light coming from the doorway.

As their eyes adjusted to the changing light, they were able to focus on the silhouette of a man. Not just any man, Y/N’s boyfriend, who just so happened to be her boss’s son.

“Rafe?”

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sortagaysortahigh · 2 years

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blurb request:

can you PLEASE do prompt 11 under smut with steve the hair harrington?? THANK YOU

11: “against the window? are you insane?”

now this is just slutty of you bae, lmao not even gonna lie...i lowkey hinted that this y/n and steve are the same mfs from sex ed <3

WARNINGS: p in v, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, slight voyeurism from a special guest tee hee (im such a whore im going to hell), choking, oral (f receiving) + cum eating (steves a nasty bitch), fucking against a window in the middle of the night, slight public indecency (they're fucking at their job lmao), just two hornballs being nasty

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At first Steve mentioned it as a joke-he had an ounce of hope that she'd agree-but he was okay if he didn't. It wasn't a secret that he liked to try new things, he was definitely a perv when it came to his girlfriend-but she usually agreed to his fantasies because she liked trying new things with him-after all that's how their relationship came about.

But the more he thought about fucking her against the window-the more he wanted to do it. The idea of her pressed against the tinted glass, figure illuminated slightly by the bright red neon signs while he fucked her from behind-it was downright sinful.

She stared at him, her brows knit together, the two were closing together tonight, and it was already an hour past close-the store extending it's hours due to the holiday season. However everyone else on the strip had already left-to the point that the only car in the parking lot was Steve's. He knew the chance of anyone seeing them together was slim to none-and even then her figure would still be hard to make out-the decals against the window would cover a lot of her.

“against the window? are you insane?” she blinked rapidly and he shrugged "you'd look so good like that, c'mon baby I promise no ones gonna see!" she sighed, rolling her eyes "it's not about anyone seeing! it's about you being a hornball perv! Really you wanna fuck me there?" he bit his lip, shrugging.

That's how she ended up in that exact position, Her palms pressed against the glass-holding herself up as her tits and upper body were bare-hardly covered by the red and yellow decals on the outsides of the windows-her head lulled back against Steve's shoulder as he gripped her hips, fucking into her from behind.

She was a whining, whimpering mess, her back arching into him. He didn't even bother fully undressing her, instead her top was discarded, black bra resting against her stomach as her tits bounced freely, her skirt bunched up-one of Steve's hands grasping the fabric, and her panties pushed to the side. He felt so good pounding into her over and over again.

"S-so good Stevie-fuck so good" he nodded his head "yeah, you like being fucked like this huh? fucked on display?" she nodded, letting out a low whine as he moved a hand from her hip, sliding it up her body-gripping her throat-holding her against his figure while he fucked into her. Her knees were slightly shaking, the pleasure overwhelming her.

"My girls such a needy slut, tries to act all cute an innocent-but you love it when I fuck you like this, bet you'd love it more if someone could see you huh? get to see the way you whine and cry for my cock? the way your cunt swallows me so well" she nodded her head, unable to form a coherent answer, the feeling of his hand around her throat alongside his cock brushing against her g-spot sending her into heaven.

Then Steve spotted the van-everyone recognized that van-a smirk on his face while he watched none other than Eddie Munson park in the almost vacant lot, a light inside of his windshield-he was probably smoking. But Steve knew from his spot he'd be able to see the couple if he looked up.

Y/n's figure was illuminated by the red light, of course everything wasn't one hundred percent clear, but the further she slumped down-the more of her showed outside the store. He moved his hand from her throat to her clit, letting her slump forward slightly-face barely pressed into the glass as she moaned while he rubbed harsh fast circles into her clit.

She bit her bottom lip, eyes squeezed shut while she clenched around his cock-she was on edge, just teetering there-going back and forth. He opted to start kissing up her throat-and admittedly Steve liked the audience-he knew Munson was staring-all Steve had to do was squint slightly and he could see the way Eddie's jaw dropped at the sight infront of him.

"You have an audience princess" her eyes widened-immediately spotting the brown van-and he was looking right at them-she couldn't see his eyes exactly but she knew he could see them-and if anything that's what sent her into her orgasm. "filthy fuckin slut, getting off to seeing someone watch you get fucked?" she nodded her head.

Then he followed suit, their moans in sync as he filled her up.

He pulled out of her-keeping her hips held in place as he got on his knees-Steve was a kinky asshole-and she knew that. She hadn't expected this though-not here at least. But he licked a stripe up her leaking cunt-then he started lapping up their release-alternating between sucking on her clit and tongue fucking her-moaning at the taste of their cum.

"S-steve baby-fuck-fuck" she was a whimpering mess, her head lulling forward slightly-back against the glass as she ground her hips against his face, he knew how sensitive she'd get-and he wanted her to be able to walk tomorrow so he opted to finish lapping up the cum leaking from her cunt-then he stood back up, tucking himself into his jeans before pulling her against his chest-her head leaning on his shoulder while he gave Eddie another show, a smirk on his face as he slowly pulled her bra back over her tits, then he repositioned her panties-letting her skirt drape back over her figure.

When the two actually left the store Y/n was flustered, a hot heat along her cheeks and neck as she noticed Eddie still in his van, except his head was leaning back against the seat and he looked out of breath.

"Looks like the freak liked our show princess" she groaned, smacking his arm.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #askies #zoot's 4.5k blurb weekend #nonnie

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lipglosscherrybomb · 2 years

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Medicine ~•~

I never thought I’d do this again but here we are.

Summary: At a Halloween party, you get a little too intoxicated, causing Peter to insist on taking care of you, even though he’s drunk himself. You two let a few things slip.

Warnings: alcoholic intoxication, some sexual tension. *Not smut*

Halloween, your favorite time of year. You loved everything that had to do with horror and gore, so naturally ever since you found out Halloween was a thing, it immediately became your favorite holiday. Something you actually looked forward to.

At first it was all about the candy, all you wanted was to dress up and get candy from strangers. Going from house with your friends, not a care in the world. Throughout middle school you did that exact same thing, except it was more about hanging out with Peter Parker, your neighbor. You thought he was cute, of course, and you knew he liked you, he still does, but he’s terrified of ruining your guys’s friendship. If only he knew how much you liked him.

All this information you knew because of aunt May, who would constantly pull you aside to tell you about his little crush anytime you were over for sleepovers or just to watch movies in his room. Even now in high school she still does. But the thing that really confirmed your suspicions happened just a few months ago when his uncle let it slip that he in fact had you as his computer background.

Now in high school, Halloween was just about getting drunk, dressing slutty and watching horror movies. This was a phase that Peter particularly enjoyed since he got to see you stress over your costume for weeks because you wanted to dress slutty, but not so slutty that a nip-slip may occur out of nowhere. He found it hilarious and constantly teased you for it.

Now here you are, October 31st, you and Peter make your way to some popular kid’s apartment. He was throwing a massive party behind his parent’s backs. Pretty fucked up, but honestly, who cares?

You were convinced this was your best costume yet, you chose to go as Magenta from the rocky horror picture show, since it was your favorite movie. You were grateful that at least Peter would get it, seeing as you’ve made him watch the movie about 30 times over the years. You figured everyone else would probably think you’re a hot maid, but you held the slightest bit of faith that someone knew who you were dressed up as.

Peter went a little more simple this year, he’d forgotten to buy a costume so last night he climbed through your window at 9pm asking for help on a last minute costume idea. Of course, all the both of you came up with was “zombie” and with limited resources all you did was tear up an old gray over-sized nirvana shirt you found in your closet silently hurting at the thought that you might never be able to use this shirt again. Told him to wear any ripped jeans he had, then you just dumped fake blood all over him (a mess that you later made him clean up) and ruffed up his hair a little bit.

“You look pretty good in fishnets” Peter says as he punches your shoulder playfully. You just about melt.

“Shut it, Parker” you smile to yourself, feeling giddy about the compliment. “And only ‘pretty good’?” You asked as you dramatically faked to be insulted.

Just then we’d reached the apartment, Peter rings the doorbell and stands facing you.

“Nah, you look fucking amazing in that costume, i just didn’t wanna make it weird yet.”

You stayed there basically frozen in place, no response could reach your brain.

“Yet?” You questioned further, ignoring the previous comment.

“We’ll see later…” just then, the door opened, Peter waited for you to walk in first, some kid you’ve never seen before holds open the door letting you in.

“Hey! Hot maid huh?” He’s holding a red solo cup which you can only guess has beer inside it, you can tell he’s flirting with you so you decide to flirt back, Peter is still by your side.

“Not quite, but it’s Halloween so tonight I’m whatever you want me to be.” You say in a seductive tone that you didn’t realize you were capable of speaking in. You winked at the tall blonde, taking the drink from his hand and inspecting it, you take a swig now realizing it was actually Malibu coconut rum. The blonde stares at you smiling, while you can basically feel the jealousy radiating from Peter who’s just looking at you.

“Point me to the kitchen?” You ask the guy who just now realized the door was still open. He points you down a hallway and you follow direction.

“See you later?” He yells at you as you’re already making your way into the kitchen.

“In your dreams!” You reply, rolling your eyes, suddenly you have adrenaline pumping through your veins considering you’ve never done that before. A whole new boost of confidence hits you.

“What the hell was that?” Peter asks rushing to your side.

You grab a random bottle of tequila, getting a shot glass from the cabinet and filling it with the harsh liquid.

“I have no idea but i felt so cool doing it” you smile at your friend, he hands you another shot glass so you could do the shot with him.

“It was pretty cool, but incredibly stupid.” He takes his shot, and so do you, feeling the liquor burn your throat.

“You dress up in a spandex suit and swing around New York city but I’m the incredibly stupid one?”

Peter laughs dryly, pouring another two shots and passing you one. Before he takes it, another unexpected wave of courage courses through you, telling him to put the shot back on the counter and so he does, shooting you a suspicious look.

“Hey, Parker!” You speak up through the blasting music, Peter looks at you smiling, he has no idea what you’re about to say. “Wanna do a body shot off me?” You smile back at his shocked expression, which quickly turns into an awkward bunch of ‘uh’s and um’s’ but ultimately turns into an overly excited “yes”

You take the bottle of vodka, a lime wedge and salt, making your way into the living room as Peter follows excitedly behind you.

Suddenly your nerves hit you, so you decide to take a few swigs off the bottle in your hand, something that Peter does as well in an attempt to calm down.

You lay down on the couch, and your friend kneels down beside you. People start to gather around noticing what’s about to go down and they start chanting the single word “shot!” Over and over again in a seemingly coordinated manner.

Looking at Peter, you lift up your dress, thanking your past self for deciding to wear spandex shorts under it. Your friend widens his eyes, entranced by you.

“Okay Parker! About time you got some action” Shouts Flash Thompson. You could tell Peter was getting pissed off so instead you sat up and faced him, the music was still loud so you leaned over into his ear “just lick my neck and pour salt over it, you know how it goes.” He looks at you for a second before leaning over into your ear. “Lie down.” When he pulls away you can see him smirk and you do what he says.

You can now tell what was playing in the background, Childish Gambino’s “Les” blasts through the place as you focus on Peter’s actions. He licked your neck, pouring the salt over it. You had to admit, the feeling of him this close to you was making you think about things you shouldn’t be.

He then took the bottle off your hands pouring the liquor into your belly button, you cringed at the feeling.

After that, he took the lime wedge from your finger tips, putting it up to your mouth and letting his fingers brush your lips.

With that, he licked the salt off your neck, immediately he moved on to your torso drinking the shot off your body as people cheered him on, you wouldn’t have noticed how he’d held on to your upper thigh as he drank the liquor if it wasn’t for the fact that you were now completely alert of his every move.

When he reached your face you were entranced by him. Messy brown locks of hair framed his face perfectly. The scar you’d drawn for him earlier that night was fading a little and the fake blood had dried up, but the way he looked at you…as if you were the only one in the room right now, even though the both of you were surrounded by a mix of strangers and random people from your school. It was like none of it mattered.

Suddenly, you felt his lips on yours, all you could taste was the sweet mixture of the alcohol and lime, you both closed your eyes not wanting to pull away. The world felt as if it had stopped in its tracks.

Peter pulled away in a quick action, people cheered us on but he didn’t look at them, all he could see was you. You suddenly felt extremely self-conscious, you sat up on the couch, pulling down your dress, you grabbed the halfway-drank bottle from Peter’s side, his hands rested on your upper thighs as he fixed your dress. You thanked him silently, getting up and walking away.

You didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the dangerously intoxicating kiss. But your head was spinning and all you could think about was how much you wanted to feel him again.

~•~

As the night went on, you kept drinking, not so much to reach a blackout, but you weren’t anywhere near sober. And neither was Peter. But after a while, he decided to walk you both back to his place, he knew you didn’t want your parents to catch you so fucked up, and he just hoped he could sneak you past Aunt May.

The cold night breeze hit you as you stared at him, you wondered how he could look so perfect without even trying.

Somehow he managed to get you to his room, he sat you down on his bed and then sat next to you, really close, you wished he was closer though.

“You know you don’t have to take care of me” you spoke up, you knew he wouldn’t even think of going to sleep unless you were asleep and he knew you’d be okay for the rest of the night.

“I don’t mind.” His voice was as soft as ever, genuine concern for you was coated all over his words. The street lights shining through his window lit his face in the darkness.

You stared into his eyes for a bit, letting your hand fall on top of his, he laced his fingers with yours, getting closer, so close you could smell the mix of alcohol and cologne on him.

He stares back at you, eyes shifting to your laced fingers from time to time. But right now he looked like he wanted to say something.

“Say it…” you whispered in the dark, his hand cupped your cheek then tucked your hair behind your ear.

“Can i kiss you?” He asked, it was barely a whisper, but your heard it.

All you did was nod your head before you felt his lips crash into yours in a passionate exchange. Your head was spinning, it was like the chemicals had fogged up your brain and you lacked the ability to think straight.

#peter parker andrew garfield #peter parker x reader #peter parker #the amazing spider man #spiderman #tasm #andrew garfield #x reader #marvel #mcu #marvel fic

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crazyk-imagine · 3 years

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I’m Here

Pairings: Stefan Salvatore/ Reader

Characters: Stefan Salvatore, Reader, Damon Salvatore

Warnings: Alcohol, threats, implied smut at the end

Word Count: 1,390

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“I’m here,” you shouted, shopping bags in hand. The door slammed shut behind after you kicked it.

“Well, well, well. Look who we have here,” Damon teased.

You blinked once, waiting for him make some sort of stupid comment. “I have no time for you and your comments.”

“Aren’t we just peachy today?” Damon trailed after you, watching you toss the bags into the couch. "I'm sensing you're in a bad mood."

You plopped onto the couch, head on the arm rest. "You'd be right."

"I'm not gonna ask why," he said, pouring himself a drink. "Well, that's rude." Damon turned, facing you again. He took a sip of a drink, raising his brows.

"I've got- I have a feeling."

"A feeling?"

"Yeah."

"And you're sure it has nothing to do with the fact that you're jealous hero hair Stefan hasn't made a move on you yet."

Your head snapped, looking at him. "What? No! Why would I care about that? Or whoever he's dating. It's none of my concern."

"Mmhmm."

"Do you know something?"

"Me? Know something? About Stefan’s plans for later this evening. No."

"How does a toothpick feel to a vampire?"

"I don't know. Surprisingly, I haven't had a lot of experiences being stabbed by a toothpick. Seeing as you’re you. Why?" Damon asked, observing you to see what your next move would be.

You pushed yourself off the couch. "Oh... nothing," you pulled a toothpick out of your dinner bag, throwing it at him.

He groaned, yanking the toothpick out of his arm. "What the hell was that for?!"

"You're an ass."

"I'm not the one taking out my feelings on innocent bystanders."

"You're anything but."

"Fair enough. Why don't you go out tonight? Put on a slutty dress."

You glared at him.

"Semi slutty dress. My mistake. C'mon, go get dressed, I'm taking you out for some real fun."

You sighed loudly, sitting up. "Alright."

"Good. I better get ready. Never know who you're gonna eat."

"Don't you mean meet?" He shrugged, "either way someone's having a good time with me. Plus, I don't think the ladies will appreciate me smelling like the forest."

"Alright. No judgement here."

“Don’t we make the perfect pair. Are you sure you still want to pretend that you don’t have feelings for Stefan?”

“I will stab a toothpick very close to your heart and it’ll feel worse than a splinter.”

“Alright. Alright. Let’s go.”

“Where to first?” You picked your purse off the couch.

Damon grabbed your wrist, spinning you around, your chests almost touching. He dipped you, one hand on your back, the other on your leg.

The two of you stared into each other's eyes.

You were startled when Damon started talking.

“Hello, brother.” Damon pulled you up, the two of you stood by one another. “Back so soon?”

“What’s going on here?” Stefan asked, closing the door behind him.

“We’re just uh going out.”

“The two of you? Together?”

“Do you have a problem with that?” You chimed in.

“No, no. Not at all. I didn’t think Damon would be your type.”

“And you know my type?”

“No, honestly I don’t think Damon is anyone’s type.”

“Harsh, brother. Anyway, don’t wait up. First sleepover together, you know how it goes.”

Stefan’s jaw clenched.

Damon pulled you out the door before Stefan or you could say another word.

“What the hell was that?”

“That is what I call, hook, line, and sinker.”

“You did not use that quote for whatever the hell happened in there. Did you?”

“It works. Now get in the car.”

“See, this is fun.”

“I think I’m gonna leave.”

“Something tells me you won’t.”

“And what’s that?”

“Damon already annoying you?” You turned to see Stefan casually leaning against the bar.

“When isn’t he?” you joked.

“I’m hurt.”

“Go eat somebody else.”

“I’m waiting for my- I’ll leave you two alone now.” Damon walked away taking a sip of his drink before stopping in front of a random girl, dancing with her friends.

“What brought you here?” You asked, your curiosity getting the better of you.

“I wanted to make sure Damon wasn’t leaving behind any bodies.”

You hummed, taking a sip of your drink. “Sure.”

Stefan chuckled. “What?”

“Is that the only reason you came here? After you saw us, I mean.”

“Well- uh- I wanted to make sure you were gonna be okay.”

“Me? Be okay?”

“What?”

“I just- I thought- nevermind.” The two of you were silent for a moment. “Would you...”

“Would I?”

“Want to dance?”

“With you I assume,” you joked.

“Of course... unless you prefer Damon.”

“Do you have moves that will sweep me off my feet? I mean I only ever hear you say that you don’t dance.”

“Maybe I haven’t found the right partner.”

“Oh?” “Will you dance with me (Y/N)?” You smiled, setting your glass down, placing your hand in his.

“I would be honored to.” Stefan guided you into the crowd, pulling you close. One arm wrapped around your waist, the other holding your hand.

Stefan caught Damon watching the two of you.

Damon nodded at his brother.

Stefan took this as a smug “you’re welcome” as if he was the one to bring the two of you together which he did but Stefan didn’t want to think about that.

You spotted Damon “dancing” with one of the girls in the group. He gave you his classic one sided smirk, raising a brow at how close the two of you were. You glared. Damon backed off.

Stefan took one step back and spun you, bringing you back towards him. Your back against his chest. He let go of your wrists, placing his hands on your hips.

You closed your eyes enjoying the closeness when you felt him kissing you neck. “And what are we doing?”

“Catching up on time we’ve lost.”

“Oh? Are we now?” You spun around placing a hand on his chest before walking away.

Stefan pulled you back.

The two of you had fun and enjoyed yourselves.

Stefan brought you back to his place. Stefan gave you a shirt and some sweats to change into.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“The clothes. Dancing with me when I know you don’t enjoy it.”

“You don’t need to thank me. I had a lot of fun tonight.”

“Good.”

“Hey, where are you going?”

“A spare room?”

“Why?”

“I assume you have other things you want to do and I don’t want to bug you.”

“Stay.”

You purse your lips. “Okay.”

The two of you lay down, you stick to one side not wanting to overstep any boundaries.

“Do you like Damon?”

“Like is a strong word.”

“Do you have feelings for my brother?”

“Ew! No! I don’t like him like that. If you mean would I date him that would be a no.”

“Good.”

“Good?”

“I don’t... want you... getting hurt by him.”

“Is there something you want to ask?”

“Would it be weird if I said I liked you more than a friend?”

You turned on your side, leaning on your elbow. “Are you trying to ask me out?”

“Depends on your answer.”

“I would say yes but if you say you’re only asking me out only to piss Damon off, you better be prepared for toothpicks and pencils being shoved someplace where the sun doesn't shine.”

“It’s nothing like that,” he paused. “Would you want to be my girlfriend?”

“I would love to.” You gave him a peck on the lips which turned into a short makeout session.

“I hate to cut this very sweet moment short but,” you yawned. “I need to sleep.”

“I get it. C’mere.”

You snuggled into him.

You woke up to your bags from yesterday being thrown onto the floor.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m cleaning up your lover’s mess from yesterday.”

“I was going to clean it today.”

“And I did it now. You two lovebirds can get back to whatever you were doing before.”

“I hate you,” you mumbled into your pillow.

“No you don’t,” Damon shouted.

“Debatable.”

“Ignore him.”

“I try but he keeps coming back.”

“Maybe I can distract you?”

“Oh?”

#the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diaries imagines #stefan salvatore #stefan salvatore imagine #stefan salvatore imagines #imagine #imagines #the vampire diaries fanfic #The Vampire Diaires #the vampire diaires fanfiction #stefan salvatore fanfiction #stefan salvatore fanfic #crazyk-imagine

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its-me-im-coraline · 3 years

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The face Ethan makes when Damiano is singing directly at his face -> Dom Ethan saying you will be punished for your behaviour and trying to sweet talk him out of it but Ethan just stone cold looking ahead of him

i can already see that in my head

you are out, alright?

you were dressed all fancy and stuff, ethan looking like an absolute meal

even if you were not horny before you left the house

oh well you are now

he's not helping the situation

he has his hand on you thigh the whole time

having being teasing you for days now, promising you things that he would not do, always smirking as hed say 'tomorrow'

so you are hot and bothered

and also plainly bothered

he knows and he moves his hand higher resting where he wants it to

knowing very well you are dying

you don't say anything for a while, until you guys are sitting in the car

the man repeating what he was doing before

palm where you wanted, smirk on his face feeling the arousal he caused

and that's when you broke

"if you are going to say tomorrow again, take your fucking hand away from me"

he sat there quietly for a second, waiting to see what else you'd say and how far you'd take it

"did you not hear me? are you ignoring me now? well maybe ill do what you dont, to myself"

with that ethan turned his head to the side, thankfully he had stopped at a red light

"what did you just say, amore?" he questioned, face stoic, but hand never moving

"you heard me. do what you wish with that information"

"oh I will. you know, i was actually planning on giving you what you wanted tonight, but now? oh, now baby, you will suffer for this. ill give you more orgasm denial in a night than you had in your life. maybe next time you'll know what to not do"

although punishments were a frequent thing with ethan

only few were the times when it had gotten scary but extremely pleasurable

and as much as you loved them, this time around you just weren't for it

after being teased and denied for a week you could simply not take the orgasm denial he mentioned

"no, no, no. im sorry. agh, fuck! come on, ethan, i will not speak like that again. ill be good i promise."

nothing. no reaction, not anything, just driving ahead

"please, please, say something! I promise i'll be good, just don't do this tonight."

"oh i know you'll be good puppet"

send in your slutty sleepover thougths for headcannons

#maneskin fanfiction #maneskin imagine #maneskin #ethan torchio imagine #ethan torchio #måneskin #damiano maneskin #damiano david imagine #damiano david #victoria de angelis imagine #victoria de angelis #thomas raggi imagine #thomas raggi

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crashdevlin · 4 years

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Centerfold 4- Memory’s Been Sold

Centerfold Masterlist

Author’s Note: Written for Meghan who requested some fluffy A/B/O smut and then I came up with an idea and ran with it. Smut will start after the plot is established. Also, this is gonna go toward my @spnabobingo squares. This chapter fills my Slutty Omega square and is rated E for Explicit.

Summary: Dean is living the normal-boring life with Lisa. When he opens the newest Playboy, he gets the shock of his life.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Beta!Lisa, Alpha!Dean x Reader (memory)

Word count: 2083

Story Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, 18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!! , masturbation, pornography, mentions of multiple partners, mentions of fem-fem porn

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Dean pulled his pickup into the gas station down the street from Lisa’s house...his house. He had a house. He had a home, a family, an 8-5 job on a construction crew. He had...a real life. A real boring life. He was bored, but he supposed it was normal to feel bored, right?

“Hey, Jerry. The coffee fresh?” Dean asked as he walked into the convenience store.

“Half hour old,” the clerk, Jerry, answered with a smile. “And, uh, it’s Tuesday!”

Dean chuckled as he grabbed a thick paper cup and poured dark, bitter liquid into it. “New mags came in, huh?”

“Yeah. The Penthouse center is hot as hell, man. Oh, and the Playmate of the Month is the hottest omega I’ve ever fuckin’ seen!”

Dean laughed as he fitted the top on the cup. “Well, bring ‘em out, man. You know I’m gonna buy ‘em.” He took a drink as he walked up to the counter. Jerry had a Penthouse and a Playboy on the counter already. “They’re that good, huh?”

“Dude...especially the omega Playmate, man. She is smoking hot.”

Dean set the coffee on the counter and picked up the Playboy, slipping it out of the sleeve and looking at the cover. The cover was a woman, Taffy Rose according to the tiny script on the bottom next to the photographer credit, in a strawberry-print bikini and bunny mask. Hot, but nothing special. Nothing different or new. But he flipped the magazine open to the center and gasped.

“Holy shit.” The bunny mask was gone, her body on full display except the bits of skin hidden by the pink feather boa. His throat went dry. His cock got hard in jeans. His head felt like it might explode.

“I know, right?!” Jerry exclaimed, happily. “Isn’t she the hottest thing you’ve ever seen?”

“Yeah. She’s the hottest thing I’ve ever…” Dean’s voice trailed off as he focused on her neck. No mark. He hoped they hadn’t photoshopped one out. She was the hottest thing he’d ever touched, tasted, the best thing he’d ever missed out on...Taffy Rose, Y/n Y/l/n...his omega. Dean cleared his throat and tried to close the magazine, but he couldn’t. She’d grown up so beautiful and he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. “She, uh...she been in anything I might’ve seen?”

“I don’t know, Dean. I’m Googling her name as soon as I get home. I suggest you do the same, man.”

“Yeah. Uh...I’m just gonna...I’m just gonna take the Playboy. I’ll get the Penthouse next time, Jer.” Dean threw a ten on the counter and walked out with the magazine, leaving his coffee behind and not even caring. He sat in his truck cab for a few minutes, staring at her photo. Y/n went into porn. Whoever would have thought that sweet little innocent young woman with the overprotective parents would- “Actually, no, that makes sense.”

He rubbed his hand over his erection as he looked at the ‘fuck me’ look in her eyes. It didn’t take long for his mind to drift back to her under him, holding him, letting out gasping cries as he fucked her, that look in her eyes as she dug her nails into his shoulders.

His cock softened as he remembered getting on the phone with her to tell her he was leaving.

He felt like he was going to cry when the line clicked. “Y/l/n Residence!”

“Y/n, it’s Dean.”

“Oh, hey! I just got finished washing every surface you touched,” she said, giggling. That giggle tugged at his heart. “I can’t wait to see you again, though. It was so worth the cleaning time.”

“Yeah, uh...it was awesome, baby, but...my, uh, my dad called.”

“Oh?” Dean could almost hear the heartbreak in her voice.

“Yeah. He...got word of a job in Connecticut. He’s pickin’ us up tomorrow.” There was silence on the line for a minute. “Y/n?”

“You’re leaving?” she squeaked.

“Yeah.” Dean had to fight the tears. “Yeah, we’re leaving.”

“But...what about...I...am I gonna get to see you again at all?”

“Not unless you can sneak out tonight. Dad’ll be here in the morning. We’ll be gone before noon.”

“Oh God.”

Dean took a deep breath and started the truck, driving home with a pit in his stomach. He immediately hid the magazine in his desk and sat in the rolling desk chair. He looked around to make sure Lisa and Ben were both out of the den area, hoping they were out of the house, before pulling up Google and searching for ‘Taffy Rose omega xxx’. Several thousand results popped up, so Dean went to the first. A video on Pornhub labeled ‘Sweet omega Taffy seduces her best friend Kat at a sleepover’. Dean swallowed and licked his lips, turning his volume down almost all the way and clicking on the video. She looked fairly innocent, without looking fake, which was a feat of its own considering he knew he was watching porn. The other actress wasn’t pulling it off anywhere near as well, especially the overacted reaction to ‘Taffy’ kissing her.

Dean could remember making out with her when she was just a little younger than the 18 year old she was pretending to be on his screen and it filled him with yearning to see her wrap her arms around this other woman’s neck and pull her in for a passionate kiss. He watched a little longer before hitting the back button and started searching through more and more results.

‘Omega Taffy Rose and her hot omega stepmom’ ‘Taffy Rose fucks her best friends’ ‘Sunny Sweets and Taffy Rose Turth or dare’ ‘Batgirl and Supergirl caught by Poison Ivy’

“Holy shit, she’s the hottest Supergirl,” Dean whispered, as he pulled his dick out of his jeans and started pumping it. It occurred to him, as he lazily jacked off and clicked through the ‘Taffy Rose’ tag on XNXX .com, that she was always with other women, usually other omegas. It took him forty minutes of clicking to find ‘Beta Brad Bull wants to know what omega tastes like’.

Not a single alpha in any of her videos, and not a mark on her neck, despite the fact that so many of her omega co-stars had marks that they had failed to cover no matter the makeup they used. And Brad and Taffy didn't go further than oral.

"That's weird," Dean whispered, tucking his dick back into his boxers but leaving the jeans open in a V. "Usually 'mega actresses are getting knotted every other scene."

He clicked off of the porn site and went back to Google, searching 'Taffy Rose alpha'. He found several blogs asking why a porn actress was unmated, some wondering how she could be in this business without fear of being taken by force, and some judging her for doing porn in the first place, but eventually he found an interview with her. He turned up the volume a bit and started it.

"Taffy, you have just burst on the scene and you've been staring in so many films this past year, it's crazy how popular you are all of a sudden!"

"Yeah, it is. I mean, I just started this as a fun way to make some money and now it's a full-on career!" Dean gasped at her voice. It was deeper than he remembered, seasoned with age, but that giggle at the end was exactly the same. That giggle made his heart hurt.

"Well, as long as you're having fun, right?"

"Exactly!"

"Now, I've noticed, and I'm not the only one, that you seem to favor lesbian scenes. Is that a personal preference, a reference to your actual sexuality, or-"

"Oh, no! I love guys. I live for cock, but…” Dean’s dick twitched at that. Why did her voice sound so musical...especially saying something so filthy? “I don't fuck alphas and there's a lot more work for an omega willing to fuck another omega than an omega willing to fuck a beta."

"Now, why don't you fuck alphas? It would seem a natural thing for you, right?"

She looked down, a bit of the bashful teen girl showing on her face. "Um...I just...it's dangerous, since I'm not mated...and it's special, ya know?” She bit her bottom lip and looked back up and Dean’s jaw dropped. “I may be a slut, but I can't fuck some random alpha and take his knot. I've never taken a knot and...probably never will."

"Fuck, I'd give anything to have you on my knot, Y/n," Dean whispered as the door opened and Lisa and Ben entered. Dean scrambled to exit out of the browser and cover the open jeans with his t-shirt. Reality crashed down on him. There was his family. There was his beta girlfriend and her son...his boy whether by blood or not. “H-hey, honey. How was work?”

“It was good. How was your day, Dean?” she asked, walking over to the desk in the den.

“It was-it was a day,” he answered, tilting his head to allow her to kiss his cheek.

“What’s this?” Lisa asked, pulling open the half-closed desk drawer. She gasped and slammed the drawer closed when she saw the magazine. “I cannot believe you!” she snapped.

“Come on, Lees, it’s just a Playboy,” Dean defended.

“‘Just a Playboy’? Dean, you’re living with a teen boy now! You can’t have this stuff! You can’t expose him to-”

Dean scoffed and stood, looking down into her eyes. “Lisa, I promise you that boy knows about porn and knows how to find the good stuff online. My Playboy is probably too tame for him.”

“How dare you? Ben would never-”

“Yeah? Check his browser history.” Dean rolled his eyes and stepped around her, walking out of the house and to the garage. He grabbed the cover and pulled it up just enough to open the door and climb into the front seat of the Impala. He took a minute to let a wave of nostalgia roll over him at the feel and smell of his baby before he settled back, legs kicked out and jeans shimmied down enough to pull his cock out.

He closed his eyes and wrapped his fingers around his base. He could see Y/n in his mind. He could hear her laugh. He could see her smile, the way her eyes lit up when he said her name. He started moving his hand up and down his length as he remembered the way Y/n looked at him the first time he sunk his dick into her.

He ran his thumb across the head and gasped as he remembered her digging her nails into his shoulder muscles, how innocent she sounded when she said ‘I think you can go faster’, the way she whimpered with every thrust, the way she wrapped her legs around his waist and babbled his name, the way she whispered ‘harder’ and thanked him when he grabbed her white wood headboard and started pounding into her like the alpha he was. He wanted nothing more than to knot her, but she couldn’t take it.

She could take it now. He wanted to fill her and knot her and make her scream. He wanted to hear her moan and giggle and gasp and-

His breath caught as cum shot out of his cock, splashing over his hand. He gasped in a breath before another stream of semen left him. “Fuck.” Dean fucked himself through his climax until there was absolutely nothing left for him to give and then he slumped into the leather.

He was suddenly filled with despair. He found her. His omega, the one that got away, the one woman his mind returned to in quiet moments. He found her, but she was in the San Fernando Valley in California and he was in Cicero...with Lisa and her boring, normal life. Lisa and her son that she coddled. Beta Lisa that sent him away when he went into rut, who would never be able to take a knot. He loved that Lisa took him in, nursed him back from the brink of breakdown, but the yearning he had pushed down since he was sixteen years old was now back with a burning vengeance.

And there was nothing he could do about it.

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sorry i wasn’t specific! slutty sleepovers for 127 😩

Taeil: You were on your bed, your body naked and vulnerable, open wide for Taeil to see everything. His eyes were lit up but struggling to take in what he was seeing. “Is this what you meant by a sleepover?” he asked. Taeil sat down on your bed. He lightly touched your ankle and rubbed the soft skin there, as if saying you were safe in his hands. “You’re gorgeous.” he said. Though it was quite late, Taeil looked more wide awake than ever. He rubbed his face before getting closer to your body. It wasn’t unlike Taeil for him to worship you in any capacity. You loved the attention, the loved he poured all over you. He touched your inner thigh deftly, making sure you were nice and open before he dove between your legs. “Baby.” he said before his lips were on your pussy. He kissed every inch of your labia and took his time doing so. Taeil sunk his fingers into you, his eyes only looking up to make sure you were enjoying yourself. His pink tongue parted your lips before moving up to meet your clit. The shock from feeling his wet mouth there nearly made your knees knock together. “You’re so cute.” was the last thing he said before he ate you out for over an hour, his lips and tongue not slowing down for a moment.

Johnny: “We’re doing sleepovers now?” he asked. You shut his door with your body. The smirk on your face matched his. You approached him lying on his bed, his hands patiently waiting in his lap. “I don’t know,” you said. “Why don’t you tell me, Mr. Seo?” You made it to the end of Johnny’s bed without caving. You really wanted to jump onto his cock and ride him wildly, your body torn in two by how rough he would be. Yet, there was something about the patience that thrilled you. “Maybe we should just sleep tonight. Me in the bed, you on the floor,” he said. “ I don’t think I can trust you in my bed.” You lifted his blankets to peek at what waited for you underneath. Johnny smiled as you climbed onto his bed, ducked below the blankets and made your way to him. He was naked, his strong thighs parted for you. Your mouth found his skin. You kissed him delicately, your hands traveling up the sides of his body. Johnny cursed, but it sounded more like a hiss coming from between his lips. “Well, hello.” you said. Johnny’s cock twitched as you breathed on it. He lifted the blanket over your head and away from your face so that he could see you perfectly. You saw how his tummy glistened with his own arousal. “Maybe we should just go sleep.” you said. Johnny took his cock and rested the tip against your lips. You opened your mouth enough for him to slide himself in. “I don’t think so.” he said.

Taeyong: He didn’t sleep when you slept over, but he liked having you with him. During the early hours of the morning, Taeyong wrote lyrics while you slept. Occasionally, he would peer over at you to make sure you were still breathing. You were often his inspiration, but he would never tell you that to your face. “Lay with me.” you said. You woke up sometimes, your eyes hazy, the smile on your face enough for him to fall deeper in love. “In a little while.” he said. There were times when you won. Taeyong set his pen down and rolled over to hold you. You welcomed him with a kiss and a light touch of your fingers on his bare back. You stroked his skin and he buried his head into the crook of your neck. The early morning felt so still in those moments, as if the whole world stopped except for you two. Taeyong moved on top of your body and kissed your neck, your chest. You rose up to feel him against you. His hand gently pushed you back down into the mattress. Taeyong’s mouth was on yours when he sunk his cock into you. You wrapped your legs around him and felt how warm he was inside of you, how confidently he moved to meet you again.

Yuta: “I bought these for you,” Yuta said. “Put them on.” You were always like a little dress-up doll for Yuta. He liked buying your clothes, especially couples outfits. You pulled the pajama shirt over your head. When you stepped into the pants, he watched as you slid them slowly up your legs and over your hips. “What do you think?” you asked, spinning around. Yuta’s face was beaming. “Beautiful,” he said. “They fit you nicely. Now, let me take them off.” Yuta stood in front of you. His fingers brushed against your breasts on purpose, as he found the hem of the shirt. Your nipples were hard and you could see them poking through the thin fabric. Yuta bent down and took your breast in his mouth, his spit forming a wet patch on the shirt. “Just beautiful.” he murmured. He tugged the shirt over your head and dropped it on the floor. Yuta got down on his knees to remove the pajama pants he had bought for you. He hooked his fingers in the waistband, but before he pulled them down, he sunk his head into the space between your legs, his nose resting against your clit. You held the back of his ponytail and rocked your body gently into his face. The look he gave you when he finally made eye contact was dangerous. Yuta could barely get the pants down past your knees before you were trying to pull him to bed with you.

Doyoung: “Show me what you do before bed.” he said. You started to laugh. Doyoung’s eyes widened. “What?” he asked. “Don’t you have a nighttime routine?” You laid back on his bed and got comfortable. Doyoung watched you attentively. You could tell he wanted to say something, but he kept his mouth shut, like a good boy. “Are you sure you want to know?” you asked. You rested your hand against your tummy, your fingertips underneath the waistband of your pants. You never intended the sleepover to go this way, but the sexual tension between you and Doyoung had to be rectified somehow. “Yes.” he said. His voice was shaky and not confident. You started masturbating as you normally would, but you made it a little more dramatic. You arched your back, moaned louder, and kept looking over at him to make sure he was watching. “Touch yourself for me.” you said. But Doyoung was already three steps ahead of you. His cock was in his hands, and he was stroking himself to the visual of you pleasing your pussy. You laid side-by-side for awhile, just masturbating with each other. You came first, your body shaking from the pleasure. Without regaining your energy, you rolled over and gripped Doyoung’s cock along with him. The wetness from your pussy made your fingers glide over his tip effortlessly.

Jaehyun: He said he wanted you to stay over for the night, but he wasn’t making any moves. Jaehyun sat in his bed playing his Switch. He was focused on the game, his tongue jutting out between his lips as he played. You crawled towards him and bent over his body. “Five more minutes.” Jaehyun said. You cupped his cock in his pajamas and let your fingers fondle him. The smile on Jaehyun’s face vanished. You could see his tongue gliding across his top teeth as he tried focusing. “I can’t wait five minutes, Jaehyun.” you said. You removed your bra and touched your breasts. Feeling like you weren’t getting the message across, you straddled Jaehyun’s lap so that your breasts were staring him in the face. Your hands went back to massaging his cock. “Ahh,” he said. “So you want to play this game?” You played with the waistband of his pajama pants before pulling them down to reveal his neat pubic hair. “I don’t see why you’re the only one who gets to play games. “ you said. You moved down his body and laid across his legs. You took Jaehyun’s cock out of his pajama pants and put his length into your mouth, your eyes on his the entire time. Jaehyun let his Switch fall out of his hands the moment he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat.

WinWin: “You could stay here for the night.” he said. WinWin’s face was blank, but his eyes were full of emotion. Still, you didn’t want to inconvenience him. “No,” you said. “It’s okay, I should go.” As you made a move for the door, WinWin’s hand was on your wrist. Both of you looked down at the soft way he held onto you. “Stay.” he said without looking you in the eyes. You dropped your bags and kissed him. WinWin put his arms around you and pulled your body tightly against his. You tugged at his lower lip with your teeth. The kiss was so passionate and sloppy that you knew where it was heading. There was no talking and no thinking. WinWin took your wrist again and pulled you towards his bedroom. You took a piece of clothing off every few minutes of the make-out until you were in your bra and panties. “I’ve waited a long time.” WinWin said. He was a man of few words, but when he spoke, you listened intently. You climbed on top of him. “I won’t make you wait any longer.” You rubbed yourself against his briefs until he couldn’t take it anymore. WinWin flipped you over on your back and felt how wet you were. When he leaned up to take his cock out of his briefs, you shimmied out of your panties and spread your legs so he knew exactly how needy you were for him.

Jungwoo: You watched him wash his face clean. He kept a headband around his head to keep his hair from his face. You marveled at how cute he looked, his hair fluffy, his skin pretty. “Your turn.” Jungwoo said. You followed him, bending over the sink to wash your face. Jungwoo’s hands were on your ass as you were bent over, lifting up your nightie to reveal your pretty panties. He slid his hand between your inner thigh, the softness of his fingers giving you the chills. You spread your legs so that he could get at your body more easily. Jungwoo’s fingers went underneath your panties and rubbed against your pussy lips slowly, his thumb resting against your asshole. You turned back to look at Jungwoo, and he was watching his own reflection in the mirror, his pink lips parted slightly. From there, everything moved fast. You wanted him badly. You turned around, and Jungwoo’s lips were on yours immediately, his big body pushing you against the wall. Your ass was in the sink, and you were holding onto the sides for dear life as his mouth ravished yours. It was ironic that you were getting clean before bed just to get dirty again. Jungwoo hitched your nightgown up your thighs and moved your panties to the side. He fingered you without stopping, his long fingers drilling you without mercy. He smiled when you straightened your legs out, your hand clamping down on his wrist as he made you come.

Mark: “Do you need anything?” Mark asked. You sat on his bed. It felt weird being in his room, and it definitely felt weird asking your friend for any favors. Mark was nice enough to let you sleepover his house for the night, even going so far as to offer up his bed. Though you originally declined, Mark wanted to make sure you were comfortable. “I’m okay.“ you said. Mark gave you a small nod before flicking off his bedroom light and shutting the door behind him. You laid back on his bed. The sheets were soft and smelled just like him. You pulled his blankets up to your chin and rested your hand against your stomach. Being in his bed felt so intimate. You couldn’t stop imagining how he would masturbate before sleeping, his fist pumping his cock until he came. Gradually, your hand went a little lower, sliding into your underwear to feel yourself. You closed your eyes and went at it, masturbating to the thought of Mark. As you were getting ready to come, you opened your eyes and realized that the lights were on. You leaned up and saw Mark watching you from the doorway. “I came to get my pajamas,” he said. “It looks like you came, too.” You began to feel embarrassed, but before you could take your hand out of your pants, Mark came over to your side and asked you to keep going.

Haechan: You didn’t want to have sex because you were on your period and didn’t think he would like it. Haechan respected your choice, even though it never bothered him. You fell asleep for a little while in his bed, your legs tangled up in his. You woke up through the night because of cramps, looking over at his serene face while he slept. As if connected to you, his eyes fluttered open. He took a few seconds to reach your eye contact, and in those few seconds, you realized just how much your body hungered for his. Haechan grabbed your hand underneath the covers and held it, rubbing his thumb against your palm. “Kiss?” he whispered. You let him pull you to him, your body settling against his ribs. The kiss you gave him was sleepy and soft, at first. As the kisses grew more fervent, you swung your leg over his and placed your pussy against his clothed thigh. You grated your body against him, rocking slowly back and forth, the thought of your period erased from your mind. Haechan had let go of your hand and was letting his hands roam all over your body as you dry humped him.

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misplacedxeggos · 4 years

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Sleepless Nights

request: okay hear me out, the losers club being suuupppeeerr protective of the reader but with angst. i know i know i know, it might sound hard but you are an amazing writer so i believe in you and also i tried to leave as much room for creativeness as possible

warning: it is technically considered angst and there isn’t a love interest

words: 1k

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“Why don’t you trust me?” Your voice sounded quiet over the vibrating speakers that laid sporadically around the house.

“I do trust you. I just don’t trust other guys.” Ethan rolled his eyes as he fed you his bullshit answer again.

You scoffed as soon as the lie fled from his mouth. Every time you went out, he wanted you in a skirt but not too short to be considered slutty and not too long to seem prudish.

If you went to a party, he told you whether you could drink or not. Honestly, you had been sick of how he treated you for a while, but you were too scared to break it off. He had never hit you but with how he was always defensive, never say never.

You argued back all of the times you couldn’t do something just because he said so. Ethan’s hand went up quickly but stood there watching you flinch at the act.

He slowly lowered his hand, “It’s over,” Ethan stated and bumped shoulders with you as he left.

You tried to take in deep breaths, but you were always found inhaling cigarette smoke that floated through the air of the party. With tears about to overflow, you made your way outside.

A painful longing began to form in your chest when you thought back to the good parts of your past relationship as he was the first person to show a serious interest in wanting to get to know you.

He started off as a co-worker at the local diner in town. You harmlessly flirted with him when your shifts crossed paths and got to know who he was. Ethan took the first step into friendship territory when he invited you to see a movie with his friends.

It was a terrifying movie, and you would never forget how he was there to comfort you through the jump scares and gore. It morphed into hanging out every Saturday that you both had off and if the other did work then you would pay a small visit.

Your friendship transformed into relationship territory after he dropped you off and confessed his feelings were more than platonic. Ethan was your first kiss, and you remember running straight to Bev to squeal like little schoolgirls on a playground.

However, soon you found out that Ethan didn’t treat his romantic relationships with the same care as his friendships. He was always busy with other people, didn’t care about your opinions, and always lied.

“Hey,” A meek voice belonging to your friend Bill cut through the silence that filled the outdoors.

You could only see the outline of the losers club come to comfort you as your tears blurred your vision. Mike reached you first and pulled you into a group hug. Your friends kept mumbling about how your ex was a jerk and that you’re better off.

That night Bev stayed the night to take your mind off of the breakup. Honestly, you never had time to think about it cause, after that, the losers made sure you were never alone.

They didn’t want to see you ever get hurt again. One of them would constantly be talking to you so your mind didn’t wander, they kept snacks close by when you were hungry and kept you away from Ethan.

Every night there was one of your friends sleeping over at your house. You weren’t complaining, but sometimes you needed your personal space.

Tonight you thought that it was finally time that no one would barge through your front door and jump into your bed. Or no one would hop into your shower claiming you had the best water and then stay the night.

Though you were proven wrong when you heard Eddie struggling to climb up the tree next to your bedroom window. He lightly tapped on your window after trying to lift it and realised that it was locked.

You sat on your bed, shaking your head while watching him. You moved to sit on the floor in front of the window when he motioned you to come towards him.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was muffled by the windowpane, so you lifted the window since the screen was still there to keep him out.

“I just need some time alone.”

“But you like having someone sleep next to you, it brings you comfort,” Eddie argued, thinking back to sleepovers where you would always cuddle close with anyone that laid next to you.

“I’m a big girl Eds. I think I can handle a small breakup.” You said, using the nickname you knew Richie reserved the right to.

Eddie made a face at the nickname, “I know but I’m supposed to stay with you-”

You cut Eddie off with a pleading look.

“I’ll see you at school tomorrow, okay.” You slowly lowered the window down and walked back to your bed.

Defeated, Eddie slinked back down the tree and walked out into the night. You were left shocked, wondering how that actually worked. Emptiness filled your head as you stared up at your ceiling in the darkness.

Breakup, wow. You didn’t have much time to process what had happened weeks before. Your heart hurt when you realised that there would be no more pizza dates on his roof.

You let out a shaky breath and took in the fact that you didn’t have anyone special to run and tell good news, no matter how small.

“I found a pencil on the ground in English class today.” A bright smile was prominent on your face when telling Ethan.

“It’s good to hear you had a great day bubs.” Ethan produced the same level of excitement while wrapping you in a tight hug.

You would never hear him call you bubs again. You didn’t know when you started to cry, but the tears were falling, and you weren’t sure when they would stop. Probably never, but that was what it was like to have your heartbroken weeks ago and just now realise how much you really lost.

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joe-mazzello-archive · 4 years

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joemazzmatazz’s 300 follower sleepover party thing

what up fuckos, it’s ya girl.

last week i hit 300 followers which is NUTS so thank you times 23482834720!

that being said, we out here in quarantine so let’s distract ourselves with a little sleepover thing TONIGHT!

yeah you heard me: TONIGHT, TUESDAY APRIL 14th

i’ve got conference calls like all day (sarcastic yay) so please feel free to fill my inbox so that later tonight i can jump on and entertain y’all with my chaotic nonsense.

please feel free to send me:

blurb prompts - i have a few but i’d love more. i primarily write for joe, but i’ve dabbled in ben and gwilly too so do with that what you will

character hcs requests - any of joe’s characters except our boy sledge because don’t kill me but i still haven’t watched the pacific

random slutty thoughts - we’re hoes and we’re valid. send me your dirty thoughts whether they be about joe or whoever. let’s whore out together

questions about my fics/blurbs/etc - you wanna know why i wrote something the way i wrote it? ask away. i’d love to nerd out about my stuff.

questions about me - if for some reason you have a curiosity about me and my opinions on things, feel free to ask lol. here’s an ask list you can pull from if you’d like.

whatever else you’d like - tell me how your day was, tell me about what’s going through your mind, tell me about your love life, tell me whatever you want!!! i want to hear from y’all

i’m excited to hear from y’all! start sending in stuff now, and i’ll probably start replying and posting stuff around 8PM CDT.

SEE YA THEN

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queenfangirl2-blog · 5 years

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just a sleepover Part 2

Warnings: smut

This is part two so make sure to read the first part before this one.

PS there is mentioned ben with long hair in this (so great!!!!)

"and why are you not wearing a bra!!???" Joe yelled.

I quickly pulled up the blanket again and got covered up. "BEN!!!" Joe yelled again. "answer!" he said now trying to calm down a little. "I was... I mean... we... uhm" Ben stuttered "stop it both of you!" yelled "I'm a grown up and so is ben AND you joe I don't think you have ANYTHING to say in this, yes you are my brother and yes you are older than me but that doesn't mean you can control me. look I like Ben, a lot. and I just wanted to help him at first but we got to talking and... you know"

We both settled down a little "Ben don't you have anything to say in this?" Joe asked "yeah, Joe look I really like your sister and yes I kissed her and she is really sweet so if you can't handle me asking her out you may get out now," Ben said as he looked at me again, "will you go on a date with me tomorrow?" he asked me looking nervous "of course" i said "STOP IT!" Joe yelled, "what now?" I asked "I yelled at myself, I should not get in the way of your love," he said now looking sorry.

I quickly took bens jaw and met our lips and pulled away like 10 seconds later "get a room!" Joe said smiling big even though he had been angry a while ago.

"we have a room, come on ben!" I said as I took his hand and Joe made a gagging sound "I'm just going to sleep now" Joe said.

we went into my room and fell asleep cuddling into each other's arms.

- The next day -

I woke up to ben softly snoring in my ear, seriously the cutest thing ever! I didn't wanna wake him up, so I just stayed in bed. of course, I couldn't get to enjoy the moment as soon as I tried to fall back asleep joe knocked the door open "GET UP!" he said shaking bens arm as he saw I was already awake.

"JOE!" I hissed as ben woke up with a stressed look on his face "WhAt! WHaT!" he yelled, "GET YOUR ASSES UP AND OUT OF THE BEDROOM!, I made breakfast :)"

we ate our breakfast and ben and Joe went to work. I had a day off so I went to the mall to get some more 'elegant' clothing for tonight.

- nothing too slutty but still a little.

I thought to myself as I drove to the mall. I found a beautiful black short dress:

I also got some nice shoes to wear but not anything with a thin slippery heal, I didn't wanna embarrass myself by falling on a date, and especially not one with Ben!!

I ended up buying these boots (with a thick heal)

when I got home again I made some breakfast and waited for Joe to come home. all of a sudden the door is open and joe was home he collapsed on the couch and whined.

"bad day at the set?" I asked "no! set was great, it's just... I can't tell you this" he said "what?" I asked I wanted to know what he was about to say.

"Promise you won't tell Ben!" he said looking me deep in the eye, now I got scared. we shock on it, with our special handshake.

"Now tell me, what is it?" I asked curiously "okay, we are at the set right. and ben starts panicking and we really don't know why so we ask him and it turns out he was panicking about tonight. you know about your date and then when we tried to calm him down we couldn't stop laughing so he stormed out and we spent almost all day looking for him only to find out he was in his trailer to prepare the whole conversation for tonight" Joe started laughing again.

"That is really sweet! aw!" I said "yeah, he's a cutie," Joe said "I would love to be with him myself you know make Hardzzelo real. But you are perfect for each other" he said looking sorry for the way he reacted the first time he saw us together.

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we ate at a restaurant in the park and talked about our past and dreams lives and things we have in common. After a long night, we went to my apartment. It was around 11 when we got home but we still decided to watch a movie and eat some snacks.

We watched bohemian rhapsody, of course, I lovey to see Ben in movies and I had more than one time tried to convince him to grow his hair long (but like it as it is now as well. How can you not the man is gorgeous?) but it didn't work.

We laid on my bed and turned on the tv and found the movie. I loved how Ben said his lines with himself on screen and laughed a little every time he did it. The movie was about to end when I felt bens hand rest on my arse and even though we had spent the whole night together that was the most awkward moment for sure. I didn't know if it was on purpose or if it was just his hand that slipped. I liked it either way.

"I'm sorry does this make you uncomfortable?" Ben asked "no not at all" I answer moving my body closer to his. His heartbeat started to rise. I laid my head on his chest and rested my hand on HIS arse "now we are even!" I said as he looked me deep in the eyes (and yes this was a very cheesy moment and very movie like)

We gazed into each other's eyes and suddenly he moved his hand from my arse to my face to tug a piece of hair behind my ear as he did this I just took his head in my hands again knowing what he wanted I kissed him slowly and softly at first but we just melted into it.

Before I knew it we were fully making out and was on top of him grinding a little against his hips a slight moan escaped his lips as I bit mine "you like that? Or am I hurting you oh gosh I'm so-" he cut me off "don't stop yourself now!" His eyes were full of lust and he had a big smirk plastered all over his face.

I started kissing and grinding him again this time grinding a little harder. The kiss was full of passion and lust. I bet Ben was just as horny as one at this point

"(Y/N) I need you, now" Ben moaned into the kiss he looked really pleasured by what I had already done to him. "Then get me!" I said and he took me by my waist and swung us around so now he was on top kissing me while I was trying to get his pants off he unhooked my bra and took off my dress. I had already taken my shoes off and so had he.

We weren't completely naked we still got on underwear at least the bottom ;) Ben took a little step back to enjoy the sight before him before quickly grabbing a condom from his pants on the floor

Omg XXL!!!!!

I thought to myself and I could tell on bens smirk that I looked shocked "baby you haven't even seen it yet and you are already drooling all over yourself" I snapped out of my gaze and blushed a little "could you be nice and help me with this?" He asked handing me the condom I took it opened it and took of bens boxers only to reveal his hard cock I slid on the condom and he sighed at my touch.

He positioned himself with my entrance and slowly slid into me giving me time to adjust to his size.

"It's okay you can move," I said seeing the pleasure in his eyes even more than before. He started thirsting in and out hitting all the right spots and I screamed his name as we came together, a little after this.

We laid beside each other on the bed with quickens breaths. We were both completely naked underneath the covers but we didn't really care all though Ben took on his boxers again not wanting Joe to walk in on them again seeing a naked Ben I the bed.

He pulled me close to his body and we quickly got sleepy "I love you (Y/N) even though this is our first official date I just know we have something special" he whispered in my ear "I know I fell it too" I said. We laid a slow kiss on each other's lips as we drifted off into sleep.

#ben hardy #ben hardy smut #ben hardy imagine #smut #bohemian rhapsody cast

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The Art of Being Nonchalant (Or Not) / Chapter One

It was the night of my seventeenth birthday party. I was trying to fall asleep in the Potters' guest room, which is conveniently nicknamed Quinn's room since I was the one who mostly spent the nights there as opposed to any other guest, but I was too buzzed from drinking and dancing and thinking, so sleep eluded me.

One of the drawbacks of drinking, I guess. Though I don't remember ever hearing other people complain about sleepless nights after a night out. I'll have to ask around.

Deciding that sleep is just not in the cards tonight, I rolled out of bed, threw on my shorts and a loose T-shirt since I didn't want to walk around in my underwear, and gently opened the door of the bedroom.

Looking out into the hallway I could see that everyone's rooms were closed and I guessed they were probably asleep like normal people. Ignoring the obvious problem with going into another person's room at night uninvited, I tiptoed into the hallway and did my best stealthy Faceless Man impression until I got to the door of the room next to mine. I was honestly surprised I managed to do this without making a sound due to my buzzed state, but I guess luck was on my side tonight.

Carefully opening the door, I snuck in and was engulfed in almost complete darkness, the moon the only thing illuminating the room since the Potters' home was pretty isolated from the rest of Godric's Hollow.

"James?" I whispered. "You awake?"

I could hear faint grumbling from the direction of his bed. I stepped around the clothes on the floor, probably unceremoniously dumped before he crashed, and came over to where I could see him sprawled across the bed in a position any sane person would classify as impossible.

But James Sirius Potter always did do things the impossible way.

I sat down on the bed and poked him. My poke was awarded nothing more than an almost imperceptible grumble. It was time for drastic measures. I scooted over next to him and sat on his torso. That woke him up.

"Merlin's beard, Quinn, why are you bothering me in the middle of the night?" James looked at me through half closed eyes as he said this. He obviously forgot that we do something like this every year. Or he was still a bit drunk, which was probably closer to the truth. I was in no position to judge him. But I could blame grandad and Ethan for buying the booze for the party.

"Bothering you?" I looked at him as his eyes cleared and he realised that it was well after midnight and what that meant. He quickly sat up and engulfed me in a tight hug. I could smell the familiar minty smell of his shampoo on his still damp hair and the Firewhisky on his breath even though he brushed his teeth. The smell of alcohol is not something cured by toothpaste.

He drew back and smiled at me. We were so close that I could see the specks in his hazel eyes even in the low light. I returned his smile.

"Happy birthday, Quinn," he said in a low voice as he turned towards his end table and took out what I presumed to be my real birthday present. We usually got something jokey for each other to give out with the rest of our friends and family, but the real presents came after.

James gave me a fairly thin, neatly wrapped present and excitedly looked at me while I tore at the black wrapping paper.

The wrapping paper revealed a cardboard box. You could count on James to wrap his presents the right way, no messy cuts or badly taped Spellotape and definitely no presents outside of a box if they didn't come in their own. I, on the other hand, was a lost cause.

As I opened the box, a cloud obscured the moon and suddenly, we were in complete darkness. I could feel the familiar shape of a vinyl record sleeve but on top of it was something else I couldn't recognise by touch.

The cloud passed and moonlight streamed in, allowing me to actually see the presents. As soon as I saw the vinyl I nearly squealed but managed to stop myself before I woke anyone up.

"You found it! I can't believe you managed to get me the first LP Sons of Tyr ever recorded," I exclaimed, "they're incredibly rare."

James just grinned at me "It helps when your dad knows Mundungus Fletcher."

I looked at him with a horrified expression, "Tell me this didn't fall off the back of a broom!"

"Nah, he just conveniently knows a lot of people selling a lot of rare stuff, including records. He managed to get me a discount on account of you being easy on the eyes," he laughed at what I was sure was a disgusted look on my face.

Taking the other present in my hand and seeing it for what it was - a black picture frame decorated with little silver Beater's bats and Bludgers and the two of us, aged eleven, flying together in my parents' backyard during Christmas holidays. I could remember grandad taking the photograph right before my brother Ethan threw a snowball at his head. I was pretty sure this was the first photograph of the two of us together. James probably had to collude with my grandfather for this present.

"Do you like it?" James asked after I didn't say anything for a while, just looking at the moving photograph. I looked up at him and grinned.

"It's perfect, James. Thank you!"

He smirked, wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and said, "You know, I did like the other presents you got earlier."

I got up and put the vinyl and the photograph on his desk before lying down next to him.

"Oh really? Which one did you like the most?" I asked, turning on my side so I could look at him while we talked.

"My favourite was the one Ash got you," he blushed while he said this which was unusual since James almost never blushed unless his mum said something really embarrassing, like how he used to have a toy rabbit he slept with at home until he was twelve. He named the rabbit Fluffy and his dad found that hilarious for some reason.

"You mean the red slutty dress I would probably wear once a year?" I mused. My usual choice of attire was black jeans and a black T-shirt. I like the colour black. I would make a great woman of the Night's Watch if they accepted women and I lived in the A Song of Ice and Fire universe. Ashley Thompson, one of my dorm mates at Hogwarts, liked to give me presents that I would probably never buy for myself. I'm pretty sure all the dresses I own came from her one way or another.

He nodded, "Yeah, that's the one."

I lightly punched him, "You're just teasing me."

"Maybe. But I bet Al loved it. I think his jaw actually dropped," he said this in a lower voice.

At the mention of Al's name, I remembered what I was thinking about that possibly had a hand in making this night sleepless. I turned again so I was on my back staring at James' ceiling which was charmed to show the night sky.

"I broke up with Al tonight," I said with a sigh. Albus was my boyfriend for a total of two months which was certainly a record for me.

James snickered at that and asked, "Did you break my little brother's heart? I did tell him you probably will."

I thought about his question and felt the tiniest stab of guilt. Maybe I let it go on for too long before I broke it off.

"Of course I didn't! Al knows me and he was fine with, you know...me...," I trailed off.

"Merlin, did he break yours? I'll kill him if he did!" James' face was one of bewilderment and confusion as he looked at me with wide eyes.

"You know he couldn't," I replied with an eye roll. I was surprised he'd even think that.

"Why not?" He propped himself up on his elbows so he was looking down at me as he asked the question.

"Because I don't have a heart, James," I stuck out my tongue at him.

"Nice comeback, Quinn. So...why did you leave him? When did this even happen because I don't remember you missing any part of your party?"

I made a face. "What's with the third degree? It's not like you don't already know."

He plopped down on the bed again. I could see he was having a hard time between being my friend and being worried about his brother, however hard he tried to hide it. Al might be cool as the Giant Squid but James loved his siblings and he didn't like it when something was wrong with them.

I squeezed his hand in the hopes it would make him feel better. He squeezed back.

"We snuck out for a little while when you were doing your Gandalf impression," I said and winked at him, "but, unfortunately for Al, he and I had quite different things in mind when we snuck out."

"It wouldn't have been fair to stay with him. It was fun but he decided he wanted to talk about us and his feelings for me so I cut him off. This thing with him was just ... me passing time. Feelings didn't really have anything to do with it and you know it."

As I said this, James turned on his side, gave me an intense look and hugged me to him. We lay like that for a while in silence. I could hear the steady rhythm of his heart beating and it was soothing. The tiny pangs of guilt I felt about Al disappeared.

After what seemed like an eternity I could hear him as he whispered in my hair, "I know everything about you."

"Yeah. You do."

I woke up in James' bed the next day. The sunlight was streaming in through the window and I had to blink a few times to get adjusted to the light. James was still asleep with his arm around me. Waking up in his bed was not unfamiliar but remembering that just the night before I broke up with his brother made me realise it wouldn't look good if one of his family members happened upon us right now no matter how many times we had sleepovers before.

So I did what any sensible girl would do. I forcefully woke up James by alternatively poking him, whisper-yelling at him and tickling him until something of the three yielded results.

He had a grin on his face when he woke up.

"Happy birthday, Quinn."

"Yeah, yeah, you said that already. Now get up and Apparate me home!" I'll have to take the Apparition test soon now that I turned seventeen. James passed his a few weeks ago.

"Bloody woman, why are you so bossy?"

I frowned at him.

"I like things being done a certain way. Stop talking and turning around in a confused state so we can get going. I'd prefer it if you could bring me to my room but I guess the vicinity of my house would be good enough," I got up as I said this with a small smile and took both the vinyl and the photograph.

He made a pouty face and put a hand over his heart, "Are you suggesting I wouldn't be able to Apparate accurately? You deserve to be splinched!"

"You wouldn't splinch me! You like me too much," I smirked at him.

"Naah, I think I should after that insult. Maybe just a small splinch to teach you a lesson...how about your pinkie? Or your ear? Hm...," he touched my ear like he was seriously considering this and then he started tickling me. I was seriously ticklish and I just prayed to Merlin he'd stop soon or I'd start shrieking and probably cause the whole house to wake up.

Finally, he stopped but he had me pinned on the floor. He looked at me intensely like he was trying to figure out a particularly hard Arithmancy assignment but he soon changed his expression to a teasing one.

"Say I'm the best at Apparition!"

I rolled my eyes and sighed. He knew I was defeated.

"You're the best at Apparition, James. Can we get on with it now?"

As I said that everything went black and I felt the pressure all around me. Soon it was over and we were on my bed in the same position as before, with me pinned down under James.

I wiggled under him, "Get off, you hippogriff, I'm trying to breathe here!"

"The lady doth protest too much, methinks," he smirked, again.

"Yeah, yeah, okay. But seriously, I need to -," I was cut off by a huge ball of grey fluff jumping on top of James causing him to literally stop my breathing with his body as he collapsed on top of me from shock.

"Argh," was the only sound I could make.

James rolled off me and fell on the floor with the ball of grey fluff, namely, my cat Ziggy, staring at him viciously and hissing. I guess Ethan and grandad forgot to feed him. And by feed him I mean refill his bowl when it was half full (Ziggy would probably call it half empty because he's a pessimist like that).

Looking at Ziggy with a slightly horrified expression, James turned to me and said, "Quinn, I said this already and I'll say it again, but your cat is psychotic!"

I tentatively extended my hand towards Ziggy so I could try and pet him but he jumped off my bed in a huff and threw me a scornful look as he stood next to his half-full bowl.

Such theatrics.

"He's not psychotic, he just doesn't like anyone. Or anything. Well, he sometimes likes me but I'm sure that's just because he sees me as a constant food source. And he liked you that one time when he allowed you to pet him!" I felt the need to defend Ziggy even though he was a little bit, well, evil. Sometimes. I adopted him from a Muggle shelter nearby three years ago when he was just a tiny kitten. Even as a kitten he wasn't particularly friendly and his first adopted family brought him back to the shelter because of it.

James got up and gave him a few cat treats I had on my desk. Ziggy purred at that. I could swear he smiled. But cats don't smile. They do love bribes, apparently, because Ziggy allowed James to pet him for a second before prancing over to my window and jumping on the sill to look at the birds flying around a nearby oak tree.

"You're coming over later, right?" I asked, "Everyone is going to be there for lunch, even mum and dad, but they're leaving tonight because they both have practice tomorrow morning. We could do a movie marathon."

James sat down next to me on the bed and bumped my shoulder, "Of course I'm coming over. What kind of a birthday evening would it be without me?"

I smiled gratefully at him and hugged him, "Great!"

He stood up and said, "See you soon, Quinn," before Disapparating with a quiet pop.

Looking around my room, I realised I seriously needed to tidy up because the only remotely neat things in here were my Quidditch kit and my record collection. My school trunk was still sitting relatively unpacked even though I was going back to Hogwarts in two weeks and my clothes were in two different piles, the clean one near my closet and the dirty one on the floor next to my bed. I wasn't usually this messy, and grandad surely wouldn't tolerate it under normal circumstances, but I've been spending almost all my time at the Potters' house during the last few days so he turned a blind eye. He had a soft spot for me. Feeling lucky I could finally use magic outside of school I decided to try my hand at some of those household spells I've seen grandad using after I've had breakfast.

After changing into something I dug out of the clean clothes pile and filling Ziggy's bowl, I tied my dark hair into a messy bun and went downstairs. I could hear my grandad in the kitchen, hopefully making breakfast, and talking with somebody.

"Good morning," I said as I entered the kitchen. Immediately I could see my dad's face in the kitchen fireplace. Grandad turned around and they both exclaimed, in weirdly similar voices, "Quinn, love!"

Grandad came over and engulfed me in one of his bear hugs, "Happy birthday, my favourite granddaughter!"

"I'm your only granddaughter!"

I could hear dad alternating between yelling birthday wishes and singing the birthday song in a horribly off-tune voice. He could be really silly sometimes. Or all the time. He liked to say he got hit one too many times in the head with a Bludger but that wasn't even close to the truth.

"Dad, please stop, I just woke up," I said with a yawn.

He just snickered, "Don't lie, dad told me James just brought you home so you've been awake for at least half an hour."

I threw my grandad a look and muttered, "How in the seven hells did you even hear us, James' Apparating is freakishly quiet?"

Grinning, he just said, "Magic." He turned around and continued frying the omelette he was making when I interrupted.

"Quinn, I've got to go because practice starts soon and the Captain can't be late. I love you and I'll see you at lunch," dad said with a sad expression, which in turn made my grin disappear. I was hoping to at least exchange more than two sentences with him. I couldn't blame him really. Being a Captain of the Ballycastle Bats and also a Chaser on the English National Quidditch Team meant he had very little time for family. But he was living the life I hoped I would someday so I was quick to forgive and forget.

"Love you, dad," I said as I gave him my best smile and waved at him. His head disappeared from the fireplace. My grandad was muttering something to himself, but since I didn't have his unnatural hearing, I couldn't decipher what he was saying. He looked a bit angry.

I sat on the barstool at our kitchen island while I waited for him to finish breakfast.

"Did mum Floo while I was in my room?"

He turned around and put a plate full of food in front of me, "No, but you know she's as busy as Dylan is."

I rolled my eyes at that, "Oh yeah, she's so fucking busy she can't even Floo to wish me a happy birthday."

Grandad frowned and said, "That's the life of a professional Quidditch player. Your parents love you and they try their best...," he trailed off, "But I have no bloody idea what would've become of you and Ethan if I wasn't here."

"Right. We would've probably dropped dead."

"I was thinking more in the line of both of you becoming completely wild and untameable. It's not like you're much better even with me here."

I made a face. Grandad was one of those people that can't help being blunt. As I munched on my food, I realised Ethan wasn't here.

"Where's Ethan, anyway?" I asked.

Grandad shrugged his shoulders, "I expect he's at his flat."

"But he's never at his flat...unless he has a girl there!" I was grinning at this. I loved to tease Ethan's girls because he usually had a type. I don't know how, but he always managed to end up with one who didn't believe in one night stands (even though she just had a one night stand with him) and quickly became more and more crazy as the morning after dragged on. Though I wondered who the hell would go off with my brother out of the Weasley girls (I knew it wasn't Lily Potter since she was way too young). I couldn't remember seeing him with anyone in particular last night, but then again, some parts of the party were a little hazy.

"I know what you're thinking, Quinn, and I have no idea who the girl is. I always mix up all those Weasleys anyway," grandad said this with a huge smirk on his face. Even though he never looked at another woman after my grandma died, he fully supported Ethan in his conquests. He also supported me in mine. I guess he was pretty supportive.

"So, what's the plan for today?" I knew it would be pointless to ask for my presents right now because it was tradition to do a family birthday lunch and then get presents. The fact that birthdays are one of the rare days we're all in the same place at the same time makes them extra special.

"Your dad is going to cook and your mum is baking the cake and I'll finally have some well-deserved respite from all the cooking around here," he said this as he sipped his black coffee. Grandad woke up crazy early every day and by the time I got up he'd already spent half a day doing his thing. But he liked to keep me company while I ate. I think he was pretty lonely while I was at Hogwarts and that's why he didn't mind the fact that my twenty-four-year-old brother spent most of his time here instead of at his own flat.

Grandad looked at me teasingly, "So, what did your boyfriend get you? I don't want to know if it's anything that has to do with shagging."

I almost choked on the last piece of my omelette.

"You're fine talking to me about shagging but don't want to know the details. Got it, thanks grandad, that wasn't embarrassing at all."

He just laughed at me. Wonderful.

"Sometimes I think I'd be better off if you or Ethan were even a little embarrassed about your escapades but then I remember I'm the cool grandad and the thought quickly disappears. So, what did Al get you?"

"You're our only grandad!" I exclaimed.

I never met my mother's parents. They were Muggles and she talked about them a lot. Said they were free spirits which I understood to be a bit weird and unconventional and made me feel sorry I never met them. They died a pretty conventional death, though. They were going to a Black Sabbath concert on their bikes and a driver who fell asleep at the wheel crashed into them. Sad story.

"Al got me concert tickets to see Sons of Tyr in February and he's not my boyfriend anymore," I said, not meeting his eyes. He liked Al. Grandad, Ethan and Al had that Slytherin brotherhood going for them.

I'm not sure why I didn't meet his eyes because grandad is always on my side. He just shrugged his shoulders, "Another one bites the dust, eh? Ethan owes me 20 Galleons!"

"You bet on my relationship?" I was more amused than surprised.

"Can you even call it a relationship if it lasts for just a few weeks?"

"Few weeks! It lasted for two months. Give or take."

He laughed at me again. I love it when people laugh at me. Not. Maybe being a stand-up comedian should be my backup if I fail at professional Quidditch. But I'm honestly not that funny.

"It lasted exactly six weeks, I should know since I bet on it."

I stood up and washed my plate for the first time using magic. I could get used to this. We never had house elves or nannies or anything like that because grandad was a firm believer in doing things on your own so you don't become spoiled and incompetent. I'm not convinced he succeeded in not spoiling me but eh, at least I could wash my own plate.

Spending my birthday cleaning my room wasn't ideal but I really couldn't stand the mess any longer. I put the Sons of Tyr LP James got me on my turntable and started. By the time I was finished, I managed to find two T-shirts I thought lost forever and one of Ziggy's favourite toys. After taking a shower I heard two distinct pops. I ran out of my room and down the stairs until I finally saw my parents after I don't know how many weeks of only communicating by owl or through the fireplace.

"Quinn! Happy birthday, honey!" My mum hugged me and I forgot about my annoyance with her from this morning. I missed her. I missed my dad.

"Hey mum, dad," I mumbled because I couldn't talk like a normal person since my dad decided that a group hug was in order so I was pretty much getting crushed between the two of them. Dad towered above both me and my mum and she was pretty strong for her slight Seeker build.

They finally released me and I grinned at them.

"Nice of you two to show up," I said with a wink. They started talking over one another trying to explain their busy lives and I had to stop them before they started arguing because that's how these things usually end.

"Stop, stop! I was just kidding, Merlin's pants!" As I said this grandad came into the living room.

"Son, Ivy, good to see you."

Mum turned towards him and hugged him. I don't know why but she likes to give out hugs.

"Ian! How are you? Did everything go alright yesterday? Is...," and off she went with the questions about everything. I tuned out. Dad was already in the kitchen starting with the meal and mum soon joined him. I kept them company. We chattered about my party and Ethan and even Al, though apparently, they thought I was kidding back when I told them in a letter we were together. I have no idea why.

Sometime while they were cooking, we heard a loud crack and Ethan entered the kitchen. Mum immediately attacked him with questions about his job, his (lack of a) girlfriend (at this I sniggered) and so on. I gave him a sympathetic look.

After the lunch was over it was time for my presents at last. Dad gave me a small silver box.

"This is from your mother and me," he said. I opened it and found a watch inside. It was black instead of gold, with silver Roman numerals and stars instead of dials. It would've been quite traditional (except for the material) had it not been for the engraving on the back - Fuck Fear, which was something of a Jones family motto, and yet, only dad and I were Gryffindors, and grandma Olivia, too, but she was killed by a dragon so I'm not sure fearlessness was to her benefit.

Dad was just about to say something else when mum cut him off, "You better like it, Quinn. I swear we bickered for the past month until we settled on the design we thought you'd like. So even if you don't like it, pretend that you do and wear it for our benefit, and I don't care how ridiculous that sounds," she drew a breath and continued, "You like it, right?" she said this with a slightly psycho-looking smile.

Ethan was trying not to laugh, grandad was smoking his pipe and pretending not to listen to her, or maybe he wasn't pretending, he liked to tune her out sometimes, and dad looked exasperated.

"Yeah, I like it, thanks!" I nodded my head up and down as I tried to be as enthusiastic as possible because mum was still psycho-smiling. I did like it but she was a crazy perfectionist who couldn't stand the thought of something being, well, not perfect. If it wasn't then she'd go off on a tangent and yeah...We learned to live with it.

Ethan took out a pair of blood red Quidditch gloves from his bag and shoved them at me.

"Here you go, little demon. They're dragon hide gloves, Vipertooth model, tailored for Beaters so they'll give you a little extra kick when you swing the bat -"

He was interrupted by a wolf Patronus that appeared in our dining room. It spoke in a voice I haven't heard before but it was obviously familiar to Ethan.

"Jones, we need you at HQ right now, bring your heavy-duty kit," as soon as the wolf said this, it disappeared.

Ethan got up from the table and gave me a small smile, "Duty calls, little demon, but I hope you'll make good use of my present. I'll see you all later." He turned on the spot and Disapparated with a crack.

Mum looked slightly worried but she quickly masked her expression. She was too proud to admit she worried constantly about all of us, especially Ethan since he worked as a Hit Wizard, but we all knew it. That's why grandad kept most of my Quidditch injuries a secret from her. She'd go mad with worry and she'd feel guilty for not being there. Dad was slightly more reasonable, or he was just very good at keeping up the appearance of being cool all the time.

"He's going to be alright, Ivy," dad said this as he covered mum's hand with his own and she nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, I know...Merlin, is that the time? I have to be back in Appleby for the afternoon practice," she rolled her eyes at that. "Bloody Orlov is convinced I'm giving out team secrets to Dylan. I fucking hate that guy, why the fuck did they make him Captain instead of me? I'm the fucking better strategist, that's fucking obvious..."

Luckily, grandad decided to interrupt her before she could go on another rant about Ivan Orlov, one of the best Keepers in the League and my mum's Captain.

"I'll clear the table," he said as he waved his wand around and all the dirty dishes followed him out of the dining room.

Dad was suddenly very interested in the gloves Ethan got me and I pretended I was interested in my new watch.

"Okay, I'll stop talking about Orlov, I get the message. You lot aren't exactly subtle," she glared at us as she said this. "I still do need to go. Quinn, I love you and I'll see you before you go back to school," she narrowed her eyes as she turned to dad, "and you, I'll see you tonight." I couldn't decipher if that was a booty call or if she was angry at him about something. It was probably both.

"Ahem, hm, yeah, right, okay," dad was red in the face. For a star Quidditch player who dealt with journalists all the time, he was painfully unable to hide his feelings. It made his interviews funny to read because he'd often get angry and start hexing the journalist who did the interview. More often than not, the journalist in question was Rita Skeeter. She held a huge grudge against him after he turned her into a toad one time.

"I'm going, too, sorry Quinn but you know, I've got that fundraiser later. We'll see each other soon, yeah?" he asked.

"Yeah."

Grandad came back from the kitchen and looked around, "They're gone, then?"

I nodded. He frowned.

"You still haven't seen the present I got you, come on, it's in my study," he put an arm around my shoulders and guided me to his study room. It was bright with diffuse light that came in through the big glass double door facing the north side of my parents' property and overlooking the Quidditch pitch grandad put up shortly after five-year-old me zoomed past him on a toy broom while he was gardening. We lived in a small wooded area near Bath and grandad put a lot of Muggle repelling charms around the property so they wouldn't stumble upon us, especially with the Quidditch pitch being obviously out of place.

He opened his closet, took out a broom and gave it to me. I nearly jumped from joy when I saw it but I managed to keep my cool and just hugged him tightly.

"The Stormwind! It's not even in the stores yet!" The broom was black, made from world-class ebony with numerous protective and aerodynamic spells woven into it. It was going to be the fastest broom on the market, faster by five seconds than the newest model Thunderbolt. But it wasn't the speed that was its prime characteristic, it was the incredible balance it provided. The Stormwind was the only broom in the world that adapted to its rider and the spell that made it so was the best-kept secret in the Quidditch world. Rumour had it that Selene Zhang, the Stormwind designer, didn't even reveal the secret to her board of directors.

"Selene is a close friend," grandad said it like it was no big deal.

"I didn't even know you knew her. How do you know her?" I asked.

"How did you not know that her mother was one of my best players in the Tornados?" He was genuinely surprised.

"Jessica? I don't know, I don't keep tabs on players after they retire. But anyway, thanks grandad, you know it's like, the best present ever, right up there with James'."

"Yeah, well, don't just count on your fancy new broom to win the Quidditch cup," he said gruffly, "you still need to practice your Backbeat!"

I grinned at him and teasingly said, "My Backbeat is going to be better than yours!"

"I expect nothing less."

I was alone at home when James came over in the evening. Grandad went out with his friends down to the pub and Ethan was still MIA. We were now lounging in the living room contemplating which movie marathon we were going to have. Both James and I were big fans of Muggle movies.

James was sitting on the fluffy white carpet and playing with my hair that fell down the sofa since I was lying down. Ziggy was sleeping on the armchair.

"So, Lord of the Rings or The Godfather?" he asked.

"Don't make me choose, you know I'm indecisive as hell."

"The Godfather, then. We haven't watched that in a while. Pancakes or popcorn?"

"James, you're trying to make me choose something again!"

"Both?" he chuckled.

"James Potter, you are brilliant!" I beamed at him and got up from the sofa. He followed me to the kitchen. James was terrible at cooking so I waved my wand and the ingredients for the pancake batter started to stir in a bowl. I sat up on the kitchen island he was leaning against.

"How was lunch with your family?" he asked me. I showed him the presents my family got me as soon as he Apparated. He was just as excited as I was by the fact that I now had the Stormwind. He even said he'll ask his parents to buy him one when it hit the market even though they just recently bought him the new Firebolt. Lily can have the Firebolt, apparently.

"Eh, okay, but I think my mum made a booty call to my dad in front of me."

James raised his brows, "Lucky Dylan!"

"Ew, what? That's my mum!" I made a disgusted face at him but he just wiggled his eyebrows.

"Says the girl who shagged my little brother for the past two months."

That shut me up. I took out the pancake pan and turned on the stove. When the pan heated up, I started frying the pancakes in silence. James came over from behind me and hugged me around the waist.

"I was just kidding, Quinn, don't be angry at me," he said in a low voice. I turned my head so I could look him in the eyes and smiled at him. That seemed to reassure him.

"I'm not angry, I'm just plotting my revenge!" He grinned at that and kissed my cheek.

"Okay."

In the middle of the third movie, Ethan Apparated in the living room which made me scream since I wasn't expecting it and, more importantly, because he was covered in blood. I rushed over to him, James following with a troubled look. Ethan just waved us away.

"Not my blood," his breath smelled of Firewhisky and his words sounded slightly slurred, "let me just get another Firewhisky before I crash."

James threw me a look and I just shrugged my shoulders. He went over to the fridge and brought the bottle of Firewhisky with three glasses. James and I settled on the sofa and Ethan on the armchair with Ziggy who promptly woke up, hissed at Ethan, jumped off and left to another corner of the room.

We drank in silence, neither I nor James knowing what to say. Ethan wasn't volunteering any information and there was no point in trying to pry it from him. If he didn't want to talk, he wouldn't talk.

After another three glasses, Ethan got up and went to his old room.

James put his hand around me and I leaned my head against his shoulder. I think I fell asleep in that position because I woke up in my bed in the middle of the night and James was lying next to me with his arm laid protectively around me.

It felt reassuring to have him here.

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