It was a late night. Dan and Phil were on their way home from a fancy dinner meal with some friends, sat side by side in the back of a taxi. Their hands were firmly clasped and Dan’s head lay on Phil’s shoulder as he looked at all of London’s lights.
“You know, I’ve never gotten over how beautiful this city is,” Phil noted, looking out the window. “We’ve been here how long, and I’m still not over it,” He smiles and looks down at Dan, who remains looking out at the street as they continue their journey home.
“Yeah, me too. All the lights, they’re very pretty,” Dan says, closing his eyes and burying himself more into Phil’s neck. “Just like something else I know.” He inhales deeply, sleepily breathing in Phil’s intoxicating scent. Phil chuckles down at him, holding him closer.
“I think you’re the pretty one, Dan,” Phil whispers. Dan sets his hand on Phil’s thigh innocently.
“Whatever, Philly. I’m not the one with sparkling blue eyes. Besides,” he picks his head up from Phil’s shoulder and kisses him chastely. “I think we’re both pretty.” He sets his head back on Phil’s shoulder and squeezes his thigh. This time, maybe not so innocently.
Phil gasps at the sensation. Dan attempts to muffle his giggles and apologize, but Phil hears him. “You’re so naughty Dan, doing things like that in a taxi,” he whispers so that Dan is the only one who can hear. He now places his hand on Dan’s inner thigh. “Very, very naughty, baby. What am I going to do with you?” He smirks. Dan gasps when he figures out what Phil is intending. He quickly picks his head up and looks at Phil to confirm. The smirk and the way Phil rubs his thigh is answer enough.
“Oh I don’t know, I think I need to be taught a lesson,” he pauses. “Daddy.”
“We’re here,” the cabbie calls unexpectedly, and Dan is thankful because the thought of Phil going down on him has him shaking with excitement. Phil gets out his wallet and passes the driver the fare. Phil and Dan both exit and make their way into the building. Once they make it into the flat, they take off their shoes. Dan grabs Phil’s hands and leads him through the bedroom door with a smirk on his face.
“You know what, Dan?” Phil says, “I don’t think I’m going to teach you a lesson.” He steps closer to Dan, who takes a step back.
“Well, what are you gonna do, Daddy?” The name drips from his lips and it’s already getting the both of them hot and bothered.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.” He backs Dan up to the wall. “You’ve got nowhere else to go. I’m gonna make you writhe in the sheets, make you claw at my back, begging me to touch you, to let you cum. I’m gonna fuck. You. Out,” he tantalizes. Phil steps closer to Dan so that the man is completely flush against him and the wall.
“Fuck, that sounds so hot,” Dan breathes, tilting his head back and exposing his neck. Phil takes this opportunity to start teasing. He ducks his head down and takes some of Dan’s skin between his teeth, biting it to leave little red marks. He releases and gets set to doing the same all over Dan’s neck, while Dan gasps and moans at the amazing feeling of the sting. One side, then the other, his Adam’s apple, his jaw. Every part that’s exposed.
“Too many clothes,” Phil breathes against Dan’s neck, spreading shivers and goosebumps all down his body. He takes Dan’s blazer off and lets it drop to the floor, still nipping and kissing Dan’s neck, making the latter crazy with want. He undoes the bow tie around his neck and lets that drop, too. Phil starts to unbutton Dan’s shirt, kissing down the smooth, newly revealed skin.
“Fuck, Phil, please.” Dan groans, already sick of the teasing.
“Let me love you, baby. I want to feel you, every part,” Phil says, untucking his shirt from his black skinny jeans and sliding the clothing off his shoulders. “I love you, so much baby.” He undoes the button to Dan’s jeans, slowly sliding them down his beautiful thighs. Once they’re down to his knees, he directs Dan to step out of them, which he does without hesitation. He slowly picks up each of Dan’s feet and slides his socks off, kissing up from his ankles. He stops just at Dan’s waist, hooking his fingers in Dan’s boxers and looking up at him. Dan stares at the beautiful boy on his knees in front of him. Saving that part for later, Phil starts kissing up Dan’s stomach, leaving little marks as he pleases Dan. He stands and finally kisses Dan on the lips. Slowly licking them and tasting the sweetness of Dan.
“You taste so good, baby. You look so good. All these marks on you. So pretty, aren’t you? My beautiful baby boy,” he praises. Dan moans and bucks into Phil’s thigh. He looks at Phil for approval. “Go ahead, baby, pleasure yourself. Daddy wants to see you.” And with those words, Dan starts grinding into Phil’s thigh, rubbing his completely hard, clothed cock into Phil’s jean-clad leg. He moans out again and again, loving the feelings of pleasure coursing through him.
“Ah, Phil!” Dan chants as he pleasures himself. Sparks fly through his body, igniting every vain and making his body hot. His cheeks are pink and his chest is flushed. His body is covered in a thin sheet of sweat. “Oh my god, Phil!”
“Do you feel good, baby?” Phil whispers in his ear and kisses his neck. “Tell me how you feel, tell Daddy.”
“I feel so hot! So good, you feel so good. I love this, love you.” Dan moans out and pushes his hips harder into Phil’s thigh as he tries to grab onto the wall. “Can I cum, Daddy? Please, let me cum! Daddy, I’m so close.”
Phil pulls away, disconnecting his body from Dan’s. He whines out and Phil shushes him. “It’s okay baby, but not yet. You look so good. So pretty for me. Daddy wants to fuck you. Make you feel so good.” He pulls Dan closer and kisses him, walking backward and leading him into the bedroom. Dan wraps his arms around Phil’s neck and brings their bodies even closer.
“I want you so bad, Daddy. Want you to fuck me.” Dan says against Phil’s lips.
“Anything, my baby. I absolutely adore you.” Phil says, breaking away from the kiss. “I want to see you stretch yourself for me, Dan.” Dan nods eagerly and rushes to the drawer to get the lube.
He pushes his boxers down his hips and lets them fall to the ground before he sets himself in the middle of the bed on his back. Dan uncaps the bottle and gets some lube onto three of his fingers. He reaches his hand down between his legs, grazing his hard cock, and slowly enters one digit into his hole. He breathes out a low moan and pushes his finger in and out repeatedly. Then he adds a second digit. Scissoring them and twisting them to stretch him out.
Phil stands in the room, undressing himself as he watches Dan stretch his hole for him. It’s unbelievably hot as Dan thrashes his head at his own pleasuring. That’s Phil’s favorite to see. When Dan makes himself feel so good in front of Phil, it makes him so hard, so horny, and he just adores the faces and loves to see what Dan does. The sounds he makes are so erotic–whether it’s his fast, labored breathing or his high moans or his low and needy groans–they are all so fucking pretty and sexy.
When Dan has added his third and final finger, Phil has already undressed and remains watching Dan as he lazily stokes his cock to the sight. Dan reluctantly pulls his fingers out, knowing his daddy would be disappointed if he let himself cum, and opens his eyes to see Phil and he blushes at the hot sight in front of him. Phil crawls onto the bed and over Dan, kneeling in between Dan’s thighs.
“You’re so sexy, Dan. So good for me.” He places his cock on Dan’s hole. “I’m gonna make you feel so good. Like I always do, right baby?” Phil smirks as he pushes the tip of his cock in and Dan moans out at the feeling, squeezing the duvet underneath him in his hands. “Huh? I didn’t hear that, baby.” Phil pushes more into Dan, feeling him stretch around him. He moans low and huskily. “I think you feel so good around me. Your tight, little hole, so hot, Dan.” He groans and buries his head into Dan’s shoulder, pushing all the way into him.
Phil kisses Dan’s shoulder and collarbones as he waits for Dan to get used to the stretch. When Dan has adjusted he moans out: “Please move, Daddy. I’m re-” He moans even louder as Phil pulls out all the way to the tip and pushes back in, copying his actions again and again.
Phil thrusts into Dan with speed, feeling his lubed up hole around his cock clench and unclench around him as Phil groans into Dan’s ear. “You feel so good, baby.” Phil says.
“H-Harder, Daddy!” Dan moans and Phil hits his prostate dead-on. Little shocks of white, hot pleasure cause Dan to jerk and move his hips back into Phil. “You feel so good Daddy, harder!” Dan cried. Phil was making him feel so good. Pleasure coursed through his veins as Phil kissed his neck and anything that was in reach. Dan rocked back into him, meeting him with every thrust. It felt so good, everything. The kisses, the sucking, Phil’s warm skin on his, creating shocking sparks of the best pleasure and heating his own skin up, the hot cock thrusting in and out of him, hitting his prostate every time. Such euphoria ran from Phil into Dan.
They were both so hot. Warmth was pulling in their stomachs as they both chased their orgasms. The teasing, the hot words, the actions it was all too much for Dan. He came on his stomach with a final hit to his prostate. Phil kept thrusting, but Dan stopped him.
“Wanna taste you so bad, Daddy. Let me taste you?” He breathed and got up, pushing Phil back. Dan put his hands on Phil’s hip and took Phil’s cock into his mouth. Phil spread his thighs wider for Dan and put his hands in his hair as he moaned aloud. He looked down at Dan as he sucked and licked on Phil’s cock. Dan looked up at Phil and winked, taking Phil all the way down his throat.
“Ah, Dan I’m gonna cum!” Phil said, not looking away from the amazing sight in front of him. Dan licked the underside of Phil’s cock, trailing his tongue to the tip. He collected the precum and swallowed it, loving the bitter, salty taste it left in his mouth. He continued sucking on just the tip, pumping the rest with his hand, and Phil came in Dan’s mouth. The hot, white substance made Dan moan and he came a second time onto the sheets under him. He released his cock and Phil’s, bringing his hand up and licking his own cum from it. He moaned at the taste.
Phil looked at him, and if he a hadn’t just cum he’s sure he would have been instantly hard at the sight of Dan licking his own cum from his fingers.
“You are so fucking hot!” Phil says, getting on his knees and pulling Dan closer to him for a hot breathy kiss. Their lips mesh and their tongues collide. Their hands are all over the other’s naked body, trying to get them closer. Dan has a hand on Phil’s ass and the other in his hair, while Phil grips Dan’s thighs and back. They fall onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and lips. When they’re wrapped in each other, they pull away, breaking the hot kiss.
“That was really fucking great.” Dan says, smiling and curling into Phil.
“Jeez, you’re such a cumslut, Dan. But that was probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Phil agrees.
“Oh yeah?” Dan giggles, biting his lip.
“Yeah, but Dan, as much as I’d really enjoy fucking you again. I’m really fucked out. And you biting your lip is like, really hot, so stop it.” Phil chuckles, tapping Dan’s lips.
“Anything, my baby. I absolutely adore you.” Dan teases. Phil blushes and they both laugh.
“I really love you, Dan.” Phil says, admiringly.
“Well, I just so happen to really love you, too,” He pauses. “Daddy.”
Phil groans, but holds Dan closer, and they look at each other adoringly, before curling up and going to sleep.
Being a loveless courtship but being forced to marry some rich asshole, Hal catches you crying one late night in your family's barn. He coaxes it out of you, telling him how much you hate your parents for making you do this, that you don't love your fiancé. So Hal just spends the night making passionate love to you, anything to get you to stop crying
“He doesn’t even touch me” you cry softly, using the hem of your skirt to dry your tears.
“What an asshole” Hal breathed, jaw clenched. “You deserved to be touched, baby” Hal stepped closer, into your space.
“Hal, would you- would you” the words died on your lips. You ached for passion, for love. To feel loved by someone. You had loved Hal but your parents had forced you into a loveless marriage.
“Let me love you, baby” Hal said, finishing your thought.
I reached over and switched off the lamp on my bedside table before retracting my arm back inside the warmth of the covers. I laid my head against my pillow, exhausted from the day. My eyes closed quickly.
I had not yet fallen entirely asleep when I heard the soft footsteps of Dylan entering the bedroom and the soft click of the door being shut. The bed moved slightly as climbed under the covers. Within a few seconds he had scooted behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, brushing my hair out of the way to give me a soft kiss on my cheek. His hands kept touching my hair, gently playing with it, which was relaxing me to the brink of sleep, until Dylan paused for a second.
“Hey, um, baby?” Silence filled the room as my brain registered his particular tone of voice.
“Dyl, I love you, but I’m too tired,” I mumbled. He began running his fingers through my hair again, shifting his body so he was leaning over me a little more.
“Too tired for sex with your boyfriend who was gone for months?” He teased, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
“Too tired, too sore,” I responded. Dylan had gotten home from his 3 month filming block 4 days ago, and we had a lot of making up to do, which had left my body exhausted.
“I’ll be gentle,” he whispered against the shell of my ear, placing a delicate kiss there. I moved my head away from his taunting mouth. I laughed softly. The last thing Dylan had been in bed the past few days had been gentle - not complaining though, the rough sex was definitely needed.
“I don’t believe that for a second. How ‘bout you just wait until tomorrow?” I questioned, about ready to push his kneading hands off my upper thigh.
“I want you now though,” he mumbled against my neck, getting dangerously close to the spot that always made me horny, without fail.
“Dylan, maybe you should stop,” I advised.
“Baby, please. I want to make love to you.”
“Oh,” I breathed out as his hot lips pressed the area he knew was my weak spot, enjoying the feeling of his mouth on my skin and the feeling I got from the words that he said.
“Let me make love to you, baby girl”.
His lips were kissing up and down my neck, while is hand reached down and began palming at my ass.
“Dylan,” I tried to say it in a warning tone, but it came out breathy, laced with desperation. I felt him smile against my skin.
I turned over so I was laying on my back, his body held up above mine.
“I was about to fall asleep you know,” I teased him, reaching up to run a hand through his already messy hair.
“Yeah well you can sleep in a little, let me make you feel good first sweetheart,” he said while leaning down to sweetly press his lips against my own.
I hummed against his lips in response, liking the ways our tongues lazily grazed over each other. The pace was slow and leisurely, and soon Dylan’s shirtless figure was pressed on top of my body, his hands caressing my face. He pulled away and sat up, motioning for me to do the same.
“Let’s get this off, yeah?” He said, indicating to his t-shirt I had been wearing to sleep in. I nodded and lifted my arms up while he pulled it over my head, a throaty sound of appreciation coming from him once my breasts were exposed.
He leaned in and started kissing my neck, his hands gently roaming up and down my body, while my hands did the same, enjoying the way his warm skin felt against my palms.
this is horrifically late im sorry anon!!!!! both school and smt personal came up this week sndhjd pls don’t be mad at me /seokjin kiss
“get back here!” jimin yells, arms waving frantically in the air, but jungkook minds him not.
jungkook just laughs and shouts something akin to “come over here and make me!” as if the world is on the tips of fingertips the way freezing snow is on his uncovered head. and shoes. and hands. and covering his body from his toes up to his chest. only his bust and above show up, his face grinning so hard it’s like he’s going to outshine the sun and melt all the snow away. (it doesn’t and can’t, of course.)
“aren’t you cold?” jimin yells after him, but it’s a futile attempt, he can already tell.
“i’m going to play all day!” jungkook yells back freely, whooping at the top of his lungs. what a fool’s attitude, jimin scowls to himself. and only a fool like jungkook would play in the snow without any extra clothing. “you can’t stop me, hyung!”
jimin ducks to avoid jungkook’s sneeze, careful to keep the tray steady - he really doesn’t need spilled soup in addition to a sick significant other.
and, speak of the devil, jungkook sniffles and tugs at jimin’s sleeve once jimin has straightened again. his nose is red and his face is puffy, one part of his hair sticking up from the mess of black in a stubborn cowlick. “h-hyung. m-my nose is so stuffy.” jungkook groans, rubbing at his eyes. “hyung, it hurts.”
jimin rolls his eyes, setting the soup tray down on the blanket covering jungkook’s legs, which are covered by pikachu pajamas.“the doctor said it’s normal,” he drawls.
a pouty scowl starts to spread across jungkook’s face, but then it’s interrupted when his nose scrunches up in another sneeze and - achoo! jimin rolls his eyes as jungkook rips one more tissue from the box with terrifying ferocity and loudly complains, “well, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.”
the fond little smile is inevitable. “and whose fault is that?”
jungkook averts his eyes, thinking back to the day he had gone against jimin’s precautions and rolled around in the cold without a care in the world, because damn right, it felt good. and now damn right, he’s sick.
“mine,” he grumbles in response.
“that’s right.” jimin sniffles indignantly and perches himself on jungkook’s bed, storybook in hand. “now shut up, eat your soup, and let me love you better, you big baby.”
Summary: After being together for 8 years, you and Bucky look back on the times you shared together. Based off an anon’s personal experience.
You and Bucky were both graduated from college. You were living together in New York. You worked as a high school art teacher while Bucky worked as a mechanic in his best friend, Steve’s car shop. You both were so happy and still incredibly in love.
It was Saturday and both of your guys. You two were cleaning your apartment when you found your old yearbook from senior year.
“Look, babe!” You sat down on the couch and Bucky joined you. You flipped through the pages and Bucky stopped you on the sports page. There at the bottom right was the swimming team group photo. It was after a swim meet where you all won gold. Bucky’s arm wrapped around your shoulders while his other was wrapped around Steve’s. That’s how you two met, was through the swim team.
“I’m sooo lucky Steve convinced me to join the swim team.”
You looked at him, “Yeah?”
Bucky nodded, “Of course. That’s how we met.”
“We were soooo awkward back then.”
Bucky chuckled, “Tell me about it. Remember when I first tried to kiss you.”
You covered your face, “That was so embarrassing!”
You, Bucky, and the rest of the swim team were coming back from a swim meet. Everyone on the bus was just idly chatting. Bucky decided to sit next to you and offered his other earbud to you silently asking if you wanted to listen to music together. You happily took it and slipped the earbud into your ear. Bucky pushed play and Mario’s “Let Me Love You” started to play:
Baby I just don’t get it Do you enjoy being hurt? I know you smelled the perfume The make-up on his shirt You don’t believe his stories You know that they’re all lies Bad as you are, you stick around And I just don’t know why
You lightly nodded your head to the music and mouthed along with the words. Bucky doing the same smiling as he watched you. You were looking out the window, but you felt someone staring. You turned to your right and met Bucky’s enticing blue eyes. You stopped mouthing the words and just stared at him.
You saw Bucky’s eyes dart to your lips and he licked his own. You also licked your lips and started to blush. It was clear that you and Bucky had a thing for each other. You flirted with each other like no tomorrow. You’ve always imagined what it would be like to kiss Bucky. Now that the opportunity arose, you started to panic.
You were blushing like crazy as Bucky scooted closer to you. You two continued to stare into each other’s eyes. You both leaned closer together and as soon as your lips were about to touch, you moved your head the last minute. Bucky’s lips landed on your cheek. He immediately pulled back and started clearing his throat trying to brush off what just happened.
You wanted to kiss him. God, you so wanted to. But you’ve never kissed anyone before so you were afraid you were going to make a fool out of yourself!
The rest of the ride was awkward between the both of you and Bucky was frustrated.
“I panicked, okay?!” You exclaimed defending yourself, “I’ve never kissed anyone so I didn’t wanna seem stupid in front of you!”
Bucky scoffed, “And as a result, you made me look stupid. Thanks for that, sweetheart.”
You frowned and pointed your finger at him, “Hey, we’re together now. That’s all that matters.”
Bucky took your finger and kissed it, “Yeah, and you’re still a pain in the ass.”
so …uhh …my definition of early morning is probably a little different to yours
He closes his eyes once but chooses to flick them open again, to inhale the curled up body by his side’s appearance- fuelling the delicious poison he knows as love.
“It’s,” one eye matches his gaze, “four in the morning. Of course I’m not awake.”
“She said, awake,” he teases and kisses the forehead lying opposite to him.
“Goodnight,” there is emphasis on the word before the scolding takes place, “and don’t you dare force me up before seven.”
“I thought you needed to leave at six thirty?” Now, he purrs; having taken control of the situation, his power as one who inflicts mischief (although, he tells himself, not the childish form of the word) is intact.
“[Y/N], what would you do without me?”
“Get two more hours of sleep? I don’t know.”
Like a cat, you stretch out- Hara’s body your support- and rest comfortably against his chest when you discover, once again, it is the most suited to your need of stimulating early morning snoozes. As soon as you are fully leaning on him, the pink haired boy wraps his arms around you, and curves his neck to kiss you on the mouth and corrects his position to kiss you on the neck and slides slightly once again to kiss your cheek.
“Let me sleep.”
He chuckles and, in a singsong accent to match the reference he is about to perform, responses, “Let me love you, baby.”
“I’m not your baby. Stop being a pedophile.”
“Does babe suit then?”
He receives a grumble, but neither a yes nor a no and decides that, despite the large potential that the nickname isn’t appreciated, he will use it anyway. That’s what boyfriends are for, isn’t it? Causing the annoyance that some parents may have lacked to include?
“Babe… Entertain me.”
“I’m sleeping, shush.”
Sighing, Hara poked up once but, upon receiving no response except confirmation that you were indeed asleep, closed his eyes beside you. Maybe he would have to cancel the five am date he had had planned at the arcade, but sleep wouldn’t hurt either.
10 weird and wild things I hate about you, Star Butterfly.
Oh pretty baby, don’t bring me down I pray Oh pretty baby, now that I’ve found you stay And let me love you baby, let me love you
Ok, no. But this is maybe one of my favorite scenes ever. I cannot take the song out of my head. And in the light of recent hurting events, here is some chillax, please. Also, I’ve been doing a lot of crappy sketching because I got some spare time (before I get my nose stuck into my research paper, making my class syllabus and so on, you know, adult stuff :C )
i can’t believe we’ve been together for only six months. it feels like its been all my life yet also feels like last week i brought her home. she has changed my life for the better, and has taught me patience, unconditional love, and that even though you can be dragged through hell and neglect and horror you can ALWAYS heal and come out still, full of love. thanks Rose for saving me and letting me save you.
So a tall girl, around Tom’s height is dating/engaged/married to Tom, and she hasn’t had the best day at work, her boss is being an arse. And she is cooking dinner when he comes home, he notices she isn’t in a great mood and starts to sing “Can’t take my eyes off of you” by Frankie Valli while dancing around the kitchen with her.
Summary: See above ;P
Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Word Count: 754
A/N: I hope this is okay! I wasn’t quite sure how to really push the tall girl thing (seeing as how I am not one), but hopefully the language indicates she is his height or there about. Hope you enjoy!
Comfy pajamas, comfy pajamas, comfy pajamas,
you repeated to yourself as you trudged up the steps to your flat. Swinging the door open, you tossed your bag
onto the chair by the entrance and made your way to the bedroom where your
comfy clothes resided. Checking the time,
you decided that you should go ahead and get dinner started. The comfy clothes would have to wait.
Could you pleaseeeeeee write one of Remus being the most oblivious and all of Sirius obvious attempts of wooing him and he just doesn't see it please? Fluff fluff fluff! Your Trans!remus & genderfluid!Sirius are the best
Yesssssss! I’m so so sorry it took me so long to write and post!!
- Sirius was going out of their mind.
- They had tried e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g.
- Everyone in Gryffindor knew how they felt
- So did everyone if Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin too.
- In fact, so did every Professor, Ghost and Portrait in Hogwarts!
- Heck, even Peeves knew!
- The only person who didn’t know how they felt was Remus-Oblivous-Lupin!
- Sirius had tried the subtle way: Soft touches, little flirtatious comments, complimenting him all the time.
- They had tried the obvious way: Kissing his cheek, taking ahold of his hand when they walk down the corridor, asking him out on a date, heck, he even TOLD him that he loved him once!
- But still, nothing.
- Was Remus just trying to let them down gently?
- Or was he really this dense?
- Sirius decided it must be the latter
- (Because the other was too heartbreaking for them to accept)
- Prongs and Wormtail knew how much their friends loved each other.
- If Sirius wasn’t the one going on about how amber Moonys eyes were that day, then it was Remus who was spewing sonnets over how shiney Sirius’ hair was.
- They watched Sirius try very hard to tell Remus their feelings, but Remus always thought they were just joking and being friendly
- Remus wouldn’t even attempt to tell Sirius how he felt because he was too scared of rejection and thought Sirius deserved better than him.
- James had had enough and had come up with an elaborate plan to show Remus how Padfoot felt about him.
- Sirius was abit dubious since the plan involved doing it publicly, and they didn’t think their Moony would appreciate it.
- But James assured them it was fool proof - he had seen it on the felly-box that Lily brought in one time and it worked then to “get the girl”, it should work to “get the boy” too!
- So that night, they planned Operation: Moony for Moony.
- (James was too proud of himself for that name …)
- Peter was the distraction
- He would stick by Remus’ side like glue and keep the conversation going at all times so he doesn’t ask where James or Sirius is and to get him to the Great Hall in time.
- James and Sirius would spend the night learning how to cast a strong enough Sonorus spell to be heard all around the Great Hall.
- James convinced Dumbledore to make an announcement before the big reveal, and had convinced Flickwick to have the Hogwarts band play the music and the choir to do backing vocals.
- And Sirius practiced and practiced and practiced until they had the song they would sing down perfectly.
- Now, they had to wait until Dinner time to see if this plan would work.
- “Hey Remus!” Peter bounced over to his friend.
- Remus was currently curled up in the common room arm chair reading the latest Quidditch Through the Ages.
- (Not because he was interested in it, more because a certain ‘friend’ of his was …)
- Glancing up from his book, he smiled brightly to his friend.
- “Hey Pete, everything alright?”
- “Yeah, of course! Why wouldn’t it be? …” His eyes shifted.
- Remus cocked one of his brows but didn’t push it.
- “Well good, have you seen Sirius? Or James for that matter?” He rushed, blushing ever so slightly.
- Peter firmly shook his head as Remus’ shoulders deflated.
- “Nope!” He accidentally shouted too loud, “not seen them all day! Sirius and James who?”
- “Peter …” Remus closed his book and fixed a stern look towards his smaller friend.
- Peter attempted to avoid his gaze, but didn’t do a fantastic job.
- “What are they up to?”
- “Yano, Remus,” Peter started, “you should trust your friends more. What makes you think they’re up to anything?”
- Remus lips quirked with an amused laugh.
- “Because I know them? And I trust that they’re up to something?”
- Peter awkwardly shifted from foot to foot.
- This is why he hated being the distraction.
- He didn’t know how to get out of this.
- Unless he used dirty tactics …
- “You should tell Sirius that you fancy them, Remus.”
- Remus eyebrows flew up to his hairline as his eyes bulged.
- “What? Where the hell did THAT come from?”
- Peter shrugged and sat down heavily on the arm of the chair.
- “Because, you’ve liked them since like first year, but you’re too chicken to admit it and tell them.”
- Peter knew it wasn’t the nicest thing to bring up to Remus, but he really needed to avoid the whole ‘What-is-James-and-Sirius-Up-To” for the plan to work.
- “I’m not chicken!” Remus furrowed his eyebrows.
- “You know why I haven’t told Sirius the way I feel. It’s because they can do better than me.” He whispered, looking away from Peter, completely forgetting about the previous conversation.
- Hook, line and sinker.
- “Oh, here we go around.” Peter rolled his eyes.
- “Well, it’s true Worm!” Remus protested.
- “Yeah, we’ve heard it plenty of times, Moons.”
- Peter coughed and straightened his back and began to mimic Remus.
- “It’s because I’m a werewolf, and trans, and gay, oh woah is me! I deserve no love in my life” He smacked his hand against his forehead.
- “Oh, shut up.” Remus groaned and pushed Peter off the arm chair and onto the floor with a thud.
- “Ouch!” Peter whined, rubbing his sore back.
- “I’m pretty sure Sirius likes somebody else anyway.” Remus chewed the inside of his cheek.
- “I hear them talk about it all the time so… it doesn’t matter how I feel.”
- Remus rose from his seat, shaking the thoughts from his mind.
- “C'est la vie. I’m going down for dinner, you coming?” He helped Peter up and walked downcast toward the portrait hole.
- “Wow … he really is dense.” Peter muttered to himself, following his friend out of the common room.
- Sirius was stood outside the Great Hall, peering in through a small crack in the door
- They could easily see Remus sat at their usual seat next to Peter and Lily.
- Remus looked a little on edge, turning around every so often, most likely trying to find James and Sirius.
- “Ready mate?” James smacked them on their shoulder, causing Sirius to jump out of their thoughts.
- “Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess …” They rubbed the back of their neck. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”
- “Of course it is! Lets go!” James insisted, giving Sirius a quick kiss on the cheek for encouragement.
- He opened the door and closed it and walked down to his usual seat, sending a nod to Dumbledore.
- “Hey Moons, Hey Worms, and Miss Evans.” He winked to the latter, getting a bemused eye roll.
- “Hey Prongs,” Remus smiled over his cup of tea, “wheres Sirius?”
- “Oh, you know Sirius,” he shook his head with a smile, “he’s probably chasing a ball somewhere as we speak.”
- Dumbledore rose from his seat and the hall fell silent.
- “Students,” he boomed, “before we enjoy dessert after our wonderful feast this evening, we have a treat for you all. So without further ado, enjoy your evenings entertainment.”
- There was a bustling of chatter around the hall.
- Remus turned to Peter to see if he had any idea what was going on, but he was quickly avoiding eye contact and smirking.
- Lily, on his other side, look just as confused as he did.
- “You’re just too good to be true.” The beautiful voice echoed throughout the hall.
- Everyone strained their necks to find where the voice was coming from.
- Remus stilled.
- He knew that voice anywhere.
- “Can’t take my eyes off of you.”
- Remus was searching the hall with his eyes, but couldn’t see Sirius anywhere.
- “You’d be like heaven to touch. Oh God, I want to hold you so much.”
- Remus felt his heart race
- “Our long last love as arrived, and I thank god I’m alive.”
- He heard the hall door open slightly.
- He swung his head around to watch Sirius holding their wand to their neck, wearing Remus’ David Bowie T-shirt, their own leather jacket and skirt, fish-net tights and black combat boots.
- They looked drop dead stunning.
- “You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you.”
- Their eyes were staring directly at Remus, making his breath hitch.
- Then the members of the Hogwarts band stood up in their seats with various instruments, joining in with the song.
- Sirius ran and jumped up onto the Gryffindor table to the sounds of hoots and whistles, bouncing and dancing down the table until they stood directly in front of Remus.
- The hall burst into cheers and giggles
- Remus was outright laughing at the prank Sirius and James had somehow managed to get the whole of Hogwarts in on.
- He only wished he knew who Sirius was declaring his love for.
- “I LOVE YOU, MOONY!” They sang, pointing at Remus
- Remus eyes widened and his laughing stopped.
- “Oh god no, please no.” He muttered to himself.
- “AND IF IT’S QUITE ALRIGHT, I NEED YOU, MOONY, TO WARM THE LONELY NIGHT! I LOVE YOU, MOONY. TRUST IN ME WHEN I SA-AY!”
- Remus covered his face with his palms, utterly embarrassed.
- Why would Sirius do this to him?
- “OH PRETTY MOONY, DON’T BRING ME DOWN, I PRAY.”
- They sunk down to their knees in front of him, pulling his hands away from his face and staring him directly in the eye.
- “Oh, pretty Moony. Now that I found you, stay.”
- Their smile whilst singing seemed to genuine, that Remus almost thought they were, dare he say it, serious.
- “And let me love you, baby, let me love you.”
- Sirius jumped down off the table between Remus and Peter, and tugged Remus up to his feet.
- “You’re just too good to be true,” they whispered, nudging their nose against Remus, making him pushing them away playfully with a laugh.
- Sirius was beaming.
- The rest of the hall, the music and cheers, seemed to disappear.
- “You’re such an idiot!” Remus laughed. “Who even put you up to this?”
- “Well, it was Prongs idea …”
- “Of course it was,” he chuckled. “It’s good practice for when you’re actually trying to ask the person you like out, I guess. Not sure why I was the one you decided to test it on, though …”
- Sirius smile fell off of their face and they took a step back.
- Then let out a manic laugh, throwing their hands into their hair.
- “Why are you so … dense, Remus John Lupin!” Sirius shouted.
- “What?” He tilted his head.
- “Moons! I was singing it for you! Because I love you!” They sighed exasperated. “I’ve been trying to tell you for years!”
- Remus eyes blew wide open.
- “But … but you …? You mean when you … oh god, that makes so much sense now I think about it …” He cringed.
- “Oh god, I’m the idiot!” He face palmed himself.
- Sirius laughed and nodded.
- “Come here,” Remus grinned, pulling Sirius by his own shirt, and planting his lips firmly on their’s.
- Sirius was shocked at the sudden kiss, then through both fists up into the air in victory.
- The entire hall (bar the Slytherins) burst into cheers, whistles and Cat calls, but neither of them heard it.
- Sirius smiled into the kiss, wrapping their arms around Remus’ neck, deepening the kiss.
- Remus swear he heard fireworks go off during their kiss, only to pull back abruptly to realise that James had actually set off Fireworks.
- He forgot they were stood in the middle of the Great Hall and the fact Sirius hadn’t cancelled the Sonorus charm.
- Pushing his forehead again Sirius’, they both shared a laugh and searched for each others hands.
- Remus tugged on Sirius hand and pulled him toward the door and away from the rest of the school.
- Nothing could wipe the smile from his face now.
- Sirius had his Moony, and Remus had his Sirius.
- “Hey, Padfoot?”
- “Yes, my Moons?”
- “Did you really just fist pump the air?” He chuckled.
- Sirius blushed red.
- “Shut up, you!”
Sorry it took so long, but I enjoyed writing this so much! I hope you liked it and it was worth the wait
‘Why’You shouted at him , ‘Why? Because you give me a fucking headache with all your nagging and complaining and smothering drives me shit crazy Y/n I need a break and to let loose’He responded back His veins protruding from his neck.
‘Go Have fun and get a break from my smothering your lucky if you have a bed to sleep on tonight maybe one of the Hoes you fuck will let you stay the night’You spat back.
‘fuck you’He shouted leaving the house slamming the door .
You wanted so badly to just rip him up but you were better than that.You didn’t mind him going out once in a while but this was his 3rd time this week and each nigh he returned drunk.
your back slid against the wall sitting in a cradle position letting the tears run and your though’s terrorize you.
Soon enough you came to your senses and stood off the ground your eyes looked at the oven seeing it was 1:25 in the morning, You chuckled to yourself.
needing to relive some stress You ran a nice hot bath and filled it with bubbles removing your clothes and just sitting there not thinking of a thing already feeling much more relaxed.
After the bath you put on a plain black t-shirt with your underwear and braided your hair.
You laid on the couch and put on some random lifetime movie and soon drifted into a sleep.
‘Babbbyyyy’ You were awaken to. you wiped the sleep away from your eyes and seen cameron was laying on top of you . ‘what?’You groaned, “I missed you”He said simply giving you kisses all over, ‘why?’You questioned and got a small whiff of his breath infused with alcohol . ‘Cameron your drunk’You said now disgusted . You tried to push him off of you but he was too strong . ‘Baby come on pleas just -Just let me love you’He said looking directly into your eyes sending you to a another world. ‘wha-?’You questioned,Your mind was telling you no don’t give in but your body and emotions were craving his touch and attention .
‘Let me love you baby-girl’ He bit his lip and gave you love bite’s down your neck.
You instantly let your guard down and became open to him and to tonight .
He slid his hand Underneath your shirt making his finger’s walk up playfully, You Lifted his face up to make direct eyes contact ‘Love me’You whispered seductively into his ears Crashing your lips into his ’Damn mami’ He panted out of breathe.
The makeout session continued, his right hand rested on your boob His grip tightening every time You bit his lip .
You couldn’t take it any longer You were ready. You gilded your hand down your body brushing over Cameron’s reaching your heat you began to rub yourself through your panties, giving soft moans Catching Cameron’s attention. He opened his eyes directing to your actions he bit his lip removing his shirt.Revealing his abs, You sat up and unbuckled his belt while he removed his jeans You removed your shirt.
Tonight’s connection was so strong your body was heating up and anxious for any little touch from Cameron It hurt knowing he wasn’t feeling the Same But your mind didn’t ponder in that though.
‘Your so beautiful’He slurred giving you sweet kisses down your body reaching your heat he removed your panties. He looked up at you excited whilst he licked his lips.
You woke up on the living room floor with Cameron’s shirt as a blanket He was knocked out besides you.Getting just a glimpse of the apartment and remembering just how crazy last night was You bit your lip in remembrance. You Slipped on Cameron’s shirt and went to use the bathroom finding Cameron’s underwear on the floor Becoming a little confused .
After using the bathroom You realized how much of a mess you’s made last night, You walked into the kitchen to see most of the counter decor on the floor. ‘Really?’you though to yourself, seeing the time was 2 in the afternoon you became more inspired to actually start the day. hearing shuffling in the living room excited that cameron was up, ‘where’s my underwear?’he asked after yawning . ‘oh it’s in the bathroom’You giggled .
‘how?’He asked chuckling , ‘we had crazy wild sex all over our apartment apparently ‘you chuckled . ‘Yeah we sure did my back is killing me’ He stood up walking to the bathroom giving you a full view of his ass. You smiled and began to brew the coffee.
he walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, ‘yeah we definitely did something on these counters ‘he chuckled.
‘for sure oh I wanted to ask you what time did you come home last night? if you remember ‘ You asked taking out two coffee mugs .
‘Uhm I’m not sure “ He scratched his head.
‘don’t bother making me coffee “He said while getting a pop tart .
‘why? you usually drink coffee with me’You continued getting the rest of the stuff for the coffee .
‘I’m going out to lunch with Taylor and Aaron’He smiled at you giving you a kiss on your forehead.
You could tell his touch was not nearly the same as it was last night.
‘oh’You gave a fake smile turning around to pour the coffee and hide your emotions .You heard him walk away to get ready for his lunch date with the guys.