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This is random but do you have a list of Mulder/Scully fics that make you cry. Ideally I would like to be reduced to a blubbering puddle of tears. Your pinned post has been feeding my reading for days đ
Ohhhhhhhhhh-- what a challenge! I'm not a blubbery gal; but there are some undeniables, of course.
This is going to be a mess-ish without any real order, but here we go!
@melforbes's seaglass blue (AU marriage after Scully's terminal diagnosis ~ Redux II. Mulder takes her to the sea for their honeymoon.) It was at the best/worst time of my life thus far-- which isn't saying much because I've been extremely fortunate-- and I completely resonated with each and every one of Mulder's struggles.
Anything @enigmaticdrblockhead touches. Made a compilation here that @waiting-for-the-day kindly posted. Ascension guts me every time.
Just teared up the other day to @lokisgame's "Au where Scully never joined the fbi and works in the basement of the hospital (where the morgue is) and all the hospital refers to her as âSpooky Scullyâ. Mulder comes in as a terminal cancer patient and they somehow meet and fall in love."
Joyce's Revenant tore my heart out with the power of love: death and rot won't prevent Mulder's protective streak from saving Scully.
BONUS! I follow up Revenant with these light-hearted continuation fics (the last one is my favorite)--
AU/Ghost1/Mulder dies, good-naturedly haunts Scully as she solves X-Files--Â
1-- Gossamer | Story: "Ghost in Her Life (1/2)" by JoyceÂ
2-- Gossamer | Story: "Ghost in Her Life (2/2)" by JoyceÂ
AU/Ghost2/Scully assigned new partner/Mulder still solves X-Files w/ her--Â
1-- Gossamer | Story: "Ghost at Her Side, The (1/3)" by JoyceÂ
2-- Gossamer | Story: "Ghost at Her Side, The (2/3)" by JoyceÂ
3-- Gossamer | Story: "Ghost at Her Side, The (3/3)" by JoyceÂ
AU/Ghost3/Halloween/Partner leaves her alone for holiday/Scully better at reading restless moods/banter/Mulder nervous, feels ghosts about/he wants to spook people/witnesses Teenaâs living grave/mad being summoned by noob/resigned to help her w/ probs/he projects terror on bullies/kids get to touch his ghost form-- Gossamer | Story: "Ghost in the Dark, The" by Joyce.)
Mulder's desperation to get to his son's C-section birth in the beginning of Alcott's Exit tore at my heartstrings (all ends happily-- twice, in fact.)
And lots (and lots) of clone fics... because they either A. never end well or B. are about common humanity despite circumstances. However, as misty-eyed as some get me, The Other Man GOT me:
Jess Mabe's The Other Man (Gossamer, WBM)-- Mulder's blood work comes back a clone. The real Mulder had been imprisoned on a military base. He and Scully are only in time enough to save a barely stable man and give him a human death.
XSketch's Soledad Para Dos gave me many emotions (Will is readopted; but Scully dies soon after of cancer. Mulder clings to his son; but this birthday is the first by himself. It's touching.) Not to mention Wish, William-- Will tracks down his bio parents after Colonization, finding Scully caring for a brain-damaged Mulder by the beach. Father and son have meaningful conversations.
There are two fics I can't find right now (if anyone can remind me so I don't have to dumpster dive all night, that'd be great~):
Scully died while giving birth to her S8 son; and Skinner finds and brings Mulder back home, watching him as he grieves the loss, picks up the pieces, and becomes a well-adjusted father to his boy.
Mulder wasn't returned in TINH; and Scully remained immortal while her son aged and died. Her partner is returned after Will's death; and the two of them relive their son's life, marked everywhere by his search for his missing father. (Found it! Part 1: Gossamer | Story: "Age Cannot Wither" by MLÂ 2: Gossamer | Story: "Nor Custom Stale" by ML)
...Ehhhhhhhhhhh, why not-- I'll throw in one that made me blubber in a good way: Jenna Tooms's Shooting Star is about Mulder being found 17 years later by TLG: holed up in a mental institution and guardianed by a surprisingly caring Krycek. Scully "his angel" swoops in and saves him, battling for her partner to bring him home to their son Ben/"Benji" despite his cognitive impairments. It's so, so, SO beautiful that I just reread all of it (again) rather recently and I'M NOT ASHAMED IT MADE MY LIPS QUIVER, OKAY. Clones are also in this story, as are second babies (one) and risky nanobyte procedures that Mulder "ditches" to try to get "himself" back. (Gossamer links: Shooting Star (1/4), Shooting Star (2/4), Shooting Star (3/4), Shooting Star (4/4).) She writes "cognitively impaired" Mulder SOOOOOOOOO well-- his "speech" is real and beautiful and flawlessly written. I'm not a thorough reader and I don't care to be-- but this fic? I eat up EVERY. WORD. WITH A DOZEN SPOONS.
These are all that stand out for now.... if I remember more, I'll reblog this post and type them in later~. :DDDD
Thank you so much for the ask~. If anyone else has curiosities, I'll be more than happy to answer them!
#asks#living-in-unreality#recs#xf fic#Fics that made me into a blubbering puddle of tears#fics#txf#x-files#the x files#xfiles#thanks for the ask!#good thing fics don't make me cry often! :DDDD#I combed through my collection to find these#don't get me wrong-- there's probably a clone or immortality fic somewhere that destroyed me#deaths do that too (especially after a long life lived)#buuuuuuuuuuuut there we go!#xf fanfic
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Alan Wake 2 - A Collection
#alan wake 2#my posts#its taken me nearly an hour or more of combing through all of my screenshots to find all of these pics#i plan on a new playthrough soon i could start a new collection lol
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omg a conehead-focused account, am I dreaming??
I was STARVING through Tumblr searching for content of my fav little conical blue guy who can't catch a break and then, out of nowhere, I see this account, and I'm dazzled- Are you even real? Please tell me you are and confirm the existence of conehead enjoyers.
Believe it or not, fellow conefan, you're not dreaming. You've simply left behind the unconely transformer rabble and entered into...
âđ§The Cone Zone đ§â
Please enjoy your stay.
#but in all honesty- this is a little project of mine that i started a couple months ago for funsies :^) i'm glad u like it!!!#i have also been where you were and also love dirge v much but couldnt find much stuff in the tags/search of this site bc it's so busted#so i made this sideblog to collect all the stuff i could find with any of the conehead seekers from tags from tf ppl i follow w good taggin#and then i periodically go cave diving* for more conely offerings (*combing through old tf blog archives for 10+ year old posts lol)#that i then put in a queue set to 2-4 posts per day so i don't overwhelm the dash all at once with cones. not that that's a bad thing.#either way- it's been interesting!#i'm trying to keep it well tagged and cone-focused. so hopefully it'll stay that way#o yeah- my main is @it-is-no-desert and the more dedicated tf sideblog i have is @energonnacinos just fyi#and now.. i sleep. i wish a coneful day 2 u all xoxo#asks
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Pieces
Just Theo losing his mind over a tiny, little dress
theo nott x fem!reader
warnings: smut (this one's filthy, y'all)
The music blasting through the Slytherin common room was not only filling your ears, but your whole body too. It was running through your veins, every muscle and nerve consumed by the slow rhythm of the bass.
You were moving to the beat without a care in the world, lost in the flow, surrounded by warm bodies moving along the same melody.
Until a pair of hands found place on your hips, a presence making itself known behind you as your back collided with his chest.
You would've recognized that scent everywhere. A smirk grew on your lips.
Bingo.
âAre you trying to kill me, bambolina ?â his smooth voice reached your ears through the loud banging of some song you didn't quite recognize. (babydoll)
His hands were scorching hot on your hips, feeling them through the flimsy fabric of your dress. The way they wanted to touch, to feel, to own.
The grin on your lips widened.
Oh, he was so easy to tease.
You turned around, meeting his eyes. Their usual sky blue had become deeper, a storm in full swing. They were dark, hungry, and yet you could still find that glint of cockiness that never left his gaze.
Theodore Nott was as beautiful as he was devilish.
Good thing you knew how to take him. Metaphorically and physically speaking.
âDon't know what you're talking aboutâ you said, swaying your hips to the sultry rhythm and morphing your expression to one of fake cluelessness.
âReally ? I'm pretty sure you doâ the grin on his face was teasing but you could see the light clench of his jaw.
Trying to keep it cool, to keep control.
Unfortunately for him his eyes scanning every inch of your body betrayed him and his illusion of a collected behavior.
âYou don't like my dress ?â you asked, getting closer and circling his neck with your arms.
His hands were on your back, traveling up and down, tracing your skin through the fabric, memorizing every nook and curve of your body.
A shiver ran down your spine as he pulled you closer to him, chest to chest.
âYou have the nerve to ask me that ?â he uttered, cocking an eyebrow in disbelief.
A chuckle left your lips.
âYou sound so affronted, Nottâ your hand slipped through his hair, combing them lightly while your bodies kept swaying to the music.
He closed his eyes in bliss, feeling your gentle fingers brush through his brown locks.
And then you pulled. A bit harsher, a bit rougher. Exactly how he liked it.
Theo groaned, his eyes snapping open as the grip on your hips became tighter.Â
His forehead touched yours as he leaned closer and closer.
âOh, you want to play with fire I seeâ he breathed mere inches away from your lips.
âMaybe I doâ you grinned, your tone challenging.
âAnd what happened to âI wouldn't touch you even if you were the last man on earthâ, dolcezza ?â he asked teasingly, leaning forward to whisper in your ear. (sweety)
Your cheeks warmed up the slightest bit.
Yes, you and Theo hadnât started off in the best of ways.
But things changed.
Especially after the most completely unexpected and undoubtedly best fuck of your life, courtesy of a very heated arguement between the two of you that ended with him buried deep inside of you while you basically chanted his name like a prayer.
You wished you could say it was a one time thing, a mistake.
But it wasnât.
Because soon you found out that no one made you feel better than him.
Your body craved his touch, you couldn't help it.
âWell, I didn't know the wonders that your mouth and your cock were capable of at the time, can you really blame me ?â you asked back, lifting an eyebrow.
âSo that's why you chose the tiniest, sexiest dress you own ? Cause you wanted to get your guts rearranged ?â he teased with a shit-eating smirk.
âWho knowsâ you shrugged your shoulders as a smug smile grew on your lips.
He huffed a laugh, shaking his head.
âYou'll be the death of me, bambolinaâ he mouthed right on your lips before leaning in. (babydoll)
And, fuck, that felt both like heaven and hell.
His mouth was soft and rough at the same time. Hungry, needy, pure fire that was consuming you. The taste of nicotine and alcohol mixed with a sweetness that you couldn't quite pinpoint, but it was there. And it was addicting.
You wanted more. You always wanted more when Theo was involved.
His tongue teased yours, playing his dirty little games.
Your mind went blank.
âYour room or mine ?â you asked, millimeters away from his lips.
âWhichever is the closest, I don't careâ he said hurriedly âNon vedo l'ora di strapparti questo cazzo di vestito di dossoâ (I can't wait to rip this fucking dress off of you)
You didn't understand a single thing of the Italian coming out of his mouth as he was busy leaving a trail of eager kisses down your neck, going so slow that your brain started to melt.
You had no idea of how you managed to arrive at your dorm, too engrossed in the feeling of having him so close to you.
But now there you were.
The door closed with a click, and after a second you felt him everywhere.
His hands in your hair, on your face, your neck, hips, thighs. Fucking everywhere.
Your back collided with the wall as he kissed you like he needed air and you were pure oxygen filling his lungs.
âYouâre a vixen, you know that ?â he whispered âmaking me lose my fucking mind moving your hips like thatâÂ
His lips were still on yours, his hands kneading the plush skin of your ass, making you hiss in pleasure.
âDidnât know I only needed a dress to make you go ballistic, Nottâ you muttered with a chuckle as he decorated your throat with slow, wet kisses.Â
âI couldnât give less than a shit about the dress, Y/n. You are the one making me go fucking feral, not this stupid piece of fabricâ he groaned against your skin.
âThen rip it the fuck off of me, why donât you ?â you said, whimpers leaving your mouth as Theo found the most sensitive spot on your neck, starting to tease it with his tongue, his teeth and that sinful mouth of his.
You felt his smirk right on your skin.
âAs you wish, bambolinaâ
 In a heartbeat you heard cloth being torn, shredded to pieces.
The air suddenly hitting your skin made goosebumps appear all over your body.
Your eyes snapped to his. The fire in them almost burned you, matching your own.
Lust and hunger filled every cell of your being, seeing the poor dress resting in pieces on the floor.
Because Theo had literally ripped it off.
You didnât think this man could get any hotter. Guessed you were fucking wrong.
âCazzo, sei una visione Y/n'' he whispered breathlessly. (Fuck, you're a vision Y/n)
His eyes ran all over your figure, taking in every curve, every inch of your body, imprinting it in his memory forever.
Then he began his journey of torture.
He started with his lips on yours, nibbling and sucking slowly, seductively, proceeding along your jaw, traveling down and reaching your neck, kissing the skin that was already turning a dark red from his previous attentions.
He stopped briefly at your shoulder, delicately removing your bra as the pads of his fingers brushed your skin tenderly.
He left his marks all over you.
On your shoulder, your collarbones, on your breasts teasing your sensitive nipples with his tongue before sucking gently, grazing them with his teeth and sending bolts of electricity throughout your entire body.
His lips were soft, but they left a burning path everywhere they touched.
Moans and whimpers left your mouth with each and every caress of his skin on yours.
He kept giving attention to every single centimeter of your figure, going down and down until he sank on his knees.
The sight of him kneeling in front of you with that deep, dark look in his eyes turned you on like nothing ever did before.
âThis might be my favorite angle of you, you know ?â you confessed, your fingers combing through his brown waves.
You felt him grin against your hip bone, kissing it right after.
âIs it ?â his tone was teasing, playful, as he traced your skin with his lips âwhen Iâm on my knees ?â another kiss lingered on your hip âright at your mercy ?âÂ
âShit- yeahâ you choked out a whimper as his mouth got closer and closer to your core.
The grip on his hair tightened and he let out a deep moan.
âWell, thatâs good to know, princessâ he said simply âcause this is my favorite place to be. Right between your thighsâ and then he left a soft kiss directly on your clothed heat before sliding your panties down your legs.
A needy moan escaped your lips before you could stop it.
âYou're perfect. You're so fucking perfectâ he whispered in awe, completely drunk on the sight of your naked body.
âTheoâŠâ you whined.
âYes, baby ?âÂ
Fuck, that word made your stomach churn in the best way possible.
âJust fucking get to itâ you said urgently.
A cocky smile appeared on his face as he started to slowly get up, placing kisses here and there, making his journey back to your lips.
You whined, missing the feeling of his mouth lingering on your most sensitive spot.
âYouâre needyâ he whispered in your ear, making you shiver.
âYouâre torturing meâ you bit back, breathless and impertinent.
âOh, so you can tease me in front of our whole House, but I canât have my little fun when itâs just us ? Seems a bit unfair, tesoroâ he mocked you lightheartedly with the most irritatingly hot smirk. (darling)
âWipe that smug little smile off your face Nott, I can't stand itâ you said, the annoyance in your tone as clear as the lust in it, too.
âCanât stand it ?â he asked sensually, his breath tickling your ear before looking you in the eyes with that sinful grin that made you go feral âthen why donât you sit on it, bambolinaâÂ
His gaze was dark, the blue of his eyes completely swallowed up by blackness.
The breath got knocked out of your lungs. Hot liquid desire filled your veins.
Your entire body was consumed by him, every single cell screaming his name.
And who were you not to listen ?
âLay down thenâ you said with a devilish grin, pushing him backwards until his knees hit the bed frame, forcing him to sit down.
You wasted no time and straddled his hips, your naked body flashed aginst his still clothed one.
âFucking hellâ he mumbled on your mouth as you dived in to kiss him hungrily, tongue brushing his in a filthy dance.
His hands gripped your lower back so tightly you were sure there wouldâve been bruises in the shape of his handprints the following day.
And you couldnât wait to fucking see them.
 âSomething wrong, pretty boy ?â you taunted, coating his neck with kisses, swiping your tongue over the skin and making him groan in pleasure.
âI have you naked on my lap, Y/n, nothing could be more rightâ he said, looking at you directly in the eyes with a smile and his usual cocky attitude.
âWhy donât you take off some clothes too, mh ?â you muttered, breaths away from his lips "Preferably all of them"
âGet rid of them, thenâ he answered you with a challenging glint in his deep blue eyes, and a sardonic smile.
You smirked, fisting both sides of his shirt and pulling harshly.
Buttons flew everywhere as you ripped the shirt open, finally exposing his perfectly chiseled chest to your eyes. Your hands ran all over his torso, tracing every hard and soft surface with fleeting touches.
God, Quidditch practice really had its benefits.
âNow weâre evenâ you said, kissing his lips again, referring to the dress he had shredded to pieces not too long ago.
Then your fingers traveled down, reaching the hem of his pants and brushing his half hard cock playfully through the fabric.
He hissed in pleasure, but as soon as you tried to unbutton them he stopped you.
âThat can wait, baby. I need to taste you firstâ he purred in your ear before laying down completely, his back colliding with the soft mattress of your bed.
âImpatient, are we ?â you mocked him lightheartedly, but as soon as you felt his hands on lower back, massaging the soft skin, urging you to crawl on his body and come closer until your core was right in front of him, glistening with desire, the smile on your face was replaced by a moan.
âWhen it comes to you ? Alwaysâ he smiled, leaving a trail of steamy, open mouthed kisses on the tender skin of your inner thighs.
A pathetic sob left your throat.
He was going so achingly slow you were starting to lose your goddamn mind.
âSeems to me that youâre taking your sweet fucking time, insteadâ you snapped impetuously.
He was teasing you mercilessly, and you couldnât stand it.
âIâll take all the time I need if it means that I get to see you being a needy mess before my tongue even touches youâ he sneered against your skin, mouth getting closer and closer to where you needed it the most, but never close enough.
âTheo, pleaseâ you cried as your hands swiped through his brown locks, spread on the pillow like a halo, eliciting him to do something, anything to give you at least some sweet relief.
âSei cosĂŹ bella, cazzoâ he whispered as his eyes shined with an earnestness that you had never seen in them âe sei tutta per meâ. (You're so beautiful, fuck)(and you're all mine)
And then finally, finally he stuck his tongue out dragging it over your folds to get a long awaited taste.
The groan that came out of his mouth sent delicious vibrations to your clit, making your whole body squirm.
âOh fuckâ you moaned as he started to devour you messily.
He ate you out like he had been starving for weeks and you were his first meal, like he was born for it and his place was right there, between your legs. He licked and kissed and sucked all over your sensitive core, pleasuring you like no one else ever could, making you feel everything.
You writhed above him.Â
Loud, shaky whines left your lips as he made out with your cunt shamelessly and sloppy, coating his face with your essence and feasting hungrily.
When his lips wrapped around your clit you whailed.
The whole castle probably heared you even through the music of the party that was taking place downstairs, but you couldnât care less.
Because Theo was beneath you, eating you out so perfectly and filthily that all you could think about was his mouth on you.
âSo sweet. You taste so sweet, Y/nâ he said right against your throbbing core, making you shiver. Your hands on his hair tightened their grip, using it as leverage to move your hips back and forth faster, desperately.
âTheo- shit, baby-â you couldnât even talk.
You were close. You were so close that you felt the familiar tension building up, ready to explode.
And apparently he did too, because his mouth started to work faster, licking and lapping at an unforgiving pace.
âGo ahead, baby. Make a mess on my faceâ he wrapped his lips around your clit one more time and he sucked, sending you over the edge.
The coil in your tummy snapped, your vision turning white as waves of pleasure washed all over you, making your ears ring and your eyes roll back in ecstasy.
The moans coming out of your mouth were dirty, raw.
The movement of your hips slowed down as Theo kept dragging his tongue over your folds slowly, carefully, licking you clean and paying attention not to overstimulate you, but not letting even one single drop of your sweet essence go to waste.
Once you got down from your high and your brain started to regain its ability to form coherent words you shifted your gaze downwards, finding Theo looking at you while his hands caressed your legs tenderly.
âThere you are. I thought I broke you for a secondâ he smiled, teasing lightheartedly.
You huffed a sneer as you crawled backwards with shaky legs, going back to straddle his hips rather than his face.
âDon't get too confident, Nott. It's not a good lookâ you bit back with a smile that matched his.
A chuckle left his lips as he lifted his torso to sit up, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him.
He kissed you softly, delicately, making your stomach flip.
âEverything ok ?â he asked on your lips while he tucked a rogue strand of hair behind your ear, stroking your cheekbone with the pad of his thumb.
And there it was, the thing that made you so confused about Theodore Nott.
It was in moments like these when you forgot that the guy in front of you, who gave you the best head of your life and was an actual fucking excellent lover was the same guy you used to have daily insulting sessions with.
Muggles had a saying, you heard.
âThere's a thin line between hate and loveâ
And you were sure that that line had been all kinds of blurry since Theo had put his lips on you for the first time.
Or, maybe, even before. You didn't want to think about it.Â
The possibilities of that revelation being true made your stomach knot up.
So you put them to the side, and focused back on him.
âYesâ you answered, your fingers buried in the hair at the base of his neck, massaging reassuringly âIâm ok. More than ok, evenâÂ
âHow about your legs ?â he asked, placing soft kisses on your shoulder.
âIs this some new way to ask me if I still have some remaining strength to ride you ?â you teased, narrowing your eyes mischievously.
âWould you believe me if I said it isn't ?â he questioned playfully, lifting an eyebrow and tightening his embrace on you.
âNot really, noâ you said unconvinced, your face opened up in a smile.
âGuessed soâ he shook his head in amusement, his eyes glinting in the dim light of your room.
âUnfortunately for you my legs are sore, so no ridingâ you admitted, your smile turning smug âbut that doesn't mean that you can't fuck me in any other position know to manâ
His hands on your hips tightened their grip.
âIs that so ?â he taunted, his eyes turning hungry again, the fire in them reaching the deepest parts of your soul âthen tell me bambolina, how would you like me to take you apart tonight ?âÂ
âHowever you wantâ you smirked, leaning in to kiss him again, swiping your tongue on his lower lip before biting the plump skin provocatively âgo ahead pretty boy, make me cry on your cockâ
His eyes got impossibly darker, hungrier. Ravenous.
âThen get on all fours for me, princessâ he rumbled lowly, looking at you like he wanted to devour you whole.
You wasted no time as you kept your mouth glued to his, getting off his lap and flipping your positions. You crawled backwards a little, Theo following you as he chased your lips until you were completely laying down with him above you.
His hands caressed your hips, moving down to trace the skin of your thigh, making goosebumps appear all over your body.
Your fingers traveled everywhere, feeling the heated skin against your pads. They caressed his chest, his shoulders, his back, until they reached the hem of his pants, unbuttoning them with a swift move.
âImpatient, are we ?â he teased you, using your own words against you.
His lips latched to your neck, one hand on the mattress holding his weight and the other sliding his trousers down together with his underwear.
âLess talking and more undressing, Nottâ you urged as your hands went to his hair, massaging his scalp, making him groan.
He pulled away from you just enough to take away his pants completely, leaving him naked.
Your eyes took in his perfectly sculpted lean body, and you clenched your legs unconsciously at the sight of his hard cock.
He didn't say anything to you eyeing him up like you wanted to swallow him whole, he just smirked. But the look in his eyes told you that he knew every naughty little thought you were having in that moment.
Your cheeks heated up, and you turned around facing the mattress propped up on your elbows, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you that flustered.
You had seen him naked countless times, and yet his body still had that maddening effect on you.
The bed dipped with every move he made, getting closer to you again, until you felt his breath on your ear, chuckling.
âGoing shy on me now, tesoro ?â he asked playfully, leaving a kiss on that sensitive spot that made you squirm. (darling)
âShut upâ you said weakly, completely overwhelmed by the feeling of his mouth leaving a path of steamy kisses along your back, causing your whole body to shiver in pleasure.
He stopped right over the little dimples on your lower back, kissing them tenderly.
âReady ?â he asked to make sure.
You didn't answer him, you just lifted your ass up, bending your knees and arching your back in the most sinful way you could master.
âReadyâ you confirmed with a smug smile, hearing him groan in pleasure.
You turned your head a little, enough to see him stroking his cock at the sight of your exposed cunt, right at his mercy.
âYou and your perfect body will be the death of meâ you hear him whisper before feeling his hands on your ass.
His tip teasing your entrance made you moan pathetically.
He went slow, so achingly slow that you wanted to cry, feeling him burying himself deeper and deeper inside of you, inch by inch. Until he bottomed out completely, head to base, filling you up so good that you wanted to scream.
âFuck-â you moaned âfuck, fuck, fuckâ broken sobs left your lips as you felt him throbbing inside of you.
âShit- baby, you're tightâ he said through gritted teeth, feeling your warmth around him and trying so hard not to cum on the spot, hearing all the filthy sounds you were making.
âMoveâ you practically begged âTheo, please. Just moveâÂ
As soon as the words left your mouth his hips started to thrust, setting a slow and steady pace, making you adjust to his size without hurting you.
The head of his cock brushed your cervix with every prod, sending bolts of electricity to every nerve of your body.
But it wasn't enough.
You wanted more. You needed more.
âHarderâ you blurted, half begging and half demanding âI'm not gonna break, Theo. Fuck me. HarderâÂ
Not a word left his mouth, but suddenly you saw stars. His hips snapped ruthlessly inside of you, knocking the air out of your lungs, making you scream his name.
You buried your face in the pillows, trying to muffle the sound of your wails. But then you felt Theoâs chest colliding with your back and his arms around your torso, pulling your upper body up with him while he still fucked into you mercilessly.
âVoglio sentirtiâ he whispered in your ear, breath rugged and broken by the intensity of his hips plunging inside of you âvoglio che l'intero cazzo di castello sappia chi Ăš che ti scopa cosĂŹ beneâ (I want to hear you)(I want the whole castle to know who's fucking you this good)
You didn't understand a single word coming out of his mouth, but you knew it had nothing to do with the language he was using and everything to do with his cock splitting you in half.
Your body was on fire, every muscle and nerve consumed by pleasure, corroded by lust.
You were close again.
Your arm reached behind you, pulling Theoâs head closer.
The position was awkward, making the kiss even more filthy, a mess of tongues and teeth.
âGod- Theo, I'm closeâ you moaned against his mouth.
One hand holding your body flashed against his, the other going to tease your clit with slender fingers.
You were right there, his fingers drawing circles on that little bundle of nerves faster and faster.
âCum for me, bambolinaâ was what he whispered in your ear, his breath tickling your skin as your orgasm hit you.
The world stopped, every single thing ceased to exist except for the exploding pleasure in your veins and the feeling of Theoâs heated and sweaty skin on yours.
The clench of your cunt squeezing his cock sent him over the edge too, painting your walls white while a strangled moan escaped his lips.
Getting down from your high you collapsed on the bed.
With your breath labored and short, your body numb and your head in the clouds you placed your head on Theo's chest as his arm wrapped around you.
Was it weird to cuddle with the guy who used to get on your nerves more than anything else ? Most definitely.
Was it also weird to fuck said guy and wanting to sometime still punch his ridiculously handsome face at the same time ? Absolutely.
Did you care ? Not one bit.
âYou owe me a shirtâ he blurted out after his breath turned back to normal again, stroking your hair absent-mindedly.
âYou owe me a dressâ you retorted back, feeling his heartbeat slowing down right under your ear.
âShopping at Hogsmeade next weekend ?â he asked nonchalantly, like he hadn't just dropped a bomb on you.
Your eyes widened beyond measure.
âPardon ?â your voice went several tones higher than usual, in complete disbelief from the words that had just reached your ears.
âCalm down, bambolina. No need to get all flusteredâ he chuckled, but rather than mocking it seemed endeared âyou'll buy me a new shirt and I'll buy you a new dress. Deal ?âÂ
You had no idea what to answer.
But in the end you accepted.
âDealâÂ
It wouldn't be weird...right ?
He lives in my mind rent free, I can't help it.
Hope you enjoyed đ
#harry potter#harry potter smut#slytherin boys#slytherin boys smut#theodore nott#theodore nott smut#theo nott#theo nott smut#theodore nott x reader#theodore nott x you#theo nott x reader#theo nott x you#mattheo riddle#tom riddle#draco malfoy#blaise zabini#lorenzo berkshire
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Veilguard cut content that made me lol
update: apparently all of these are in-game (thank you commenters) and i just missed them. đ«Ł but, in case you missed them too:
Since the Varric letter made everyone sad - here are some more of my favorite finds after spending literal hours combing through Frosty Editor. Funny edition.
Behold, what was lost:
naked ghilan'nain?!
2. bran (update: I have been informed that this one is actually in game, I just missed it!)
3. the Randy Dowager is only part of Solas' erotica collection, apparently
anyway, more to come soon!
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I just read your Lucifer ABC's and the idea of him knowing everything about reader, but also needing words of afirmation just gave me an idea. Just imagine Lucifer truly asking to be tested about how much he knows reader, and they just start asking "Who is the person that i love most?" "Who makes my heart flutter and beat so loud even heaven could hear it?" "Who lives in my head rent free that even while dreaming he's there making everything brighter?". Lucifer would crumble.
I cant take this image from mi mind, please honey, show me the sweet baby crumble.
The Answer
Lucifer Morningstar x Reader
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âCâmon!â
Luciferâs smile threatens to crack his face in half.
Heâs been begging you to quiz him on your knowledge of him even though you assured him, you believe he knows everything about you. A part of you knows this isnât for you; itâs for him. Lucifer wants to prove heâs a worthy mate by sharing the information heâs collected about you. His crimson eyes are big and beautiful and straight up impossible to deny. With a smile of your own, you sigh and drop your phone. Turning to give him your full attention, you rest your head in your hands.
âAlright. Whatâs⊠my favorite color?â
Suddenly his smile drops, eyes rolling dramatically to the left.
âPfft! Thatâs way too easy. You need to give me a harder one than that, darling!â
Pursing your lips to the side for only a moment, you donât need to wrack your brain very hard for a question that would stun Lucifer. A smirk tugs across your face. Itâs returned tenfold. Heâs vibrating with excitement when he sees youâve conjured something, something he thinks he can answer. That only makes you more ready to win the battle heâs started.
âWhoâs the first person Iâd tell a secret to?â
Lucifer inhales like heâs been holding his breathe the whole time.
âThatâsâ!â He chokes, pupils shrinking to slits, âThatâs, uhâŠâ
You make sure to give him a few seconds before dropping the next question.
âWhoâs the person I want to see every morning, noon and night of every day?â
âI-I know this one!â Lucifer assures but deflates, shoulders slumping with the amount of uncertainty weighing him down.
âWho am I thinking about every waking moment because theyâre my favorite person in the universe?â
Lucifer looks like he wants to say the answer, but heâs afraid itâs wrong. His mouth opens and shuts unsure of itself. His eyes scan your face for any warning signs and although he finds none, itâs as if he canât trust any of his senses.
Who makes me smile and laugh more than anyone?
Whoâs so creative they always have me in awe?
Who can make my day brighter just by being themself?
Question after question, you tug him closer by his hips until heâs flush against you. You will your hands to deliver to reassurance your words cannot. Fingers glide up his neck and comb through his blonde locks, every stroke an apology for dragging the game on.
âWho do I love the very most and thank Heaven every night for sending him to me?â
Your hands steal the apples of his cheeks and tilt his head up. Your eyes grip his in a staring competition fueled by adoration. The games over and forgotten but it has a clear winner. Luciferâs a blushing disaster, his voice failing him and melting to a whine. He swallows hard on nothing, eyebrows pinching together making his expression appear dangerously hopeful.
Your voice drops to an agonizingly soft whisper. Syrupy sweet yet serious.
âIâll give you a hint. Heâs my angel⊠His name starts with an L⊠Heâs looking at me like he wants a kissâŠ?â
âIâIs⊠Is it.. Me?â
âYes, Luci. The answer is you.â
Closing the small gap between you both, you finally give him a reward for answering the question correctly.
#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel imagine#hazbin hotel headcanon#lucifer morningstar x reader#lucifer morningstar headcanon#lucifer morningstar imagine#hazbin hotel lucifer x reader
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FYI, I'm a Carlos girlyy
I would like to have killed feuille along with sugar pie and sponge Toff with the side of bubble tea, energy drink and a shot of expresso
bakery menu
want to submit your own order? hit up the menu! there are tons of things to choose from and i hope you'll find something you like! i have a lot of fun making these and it's been a lot of fun connecting with all of you! so thank you and keep the prompts coming! <3
mille-feuille: âthatâs it, fuck, thatâs a good girl.â + sugar pie: âgonna let daddy hear ya?â + sponge toffee: "aw, is someone mad that they can only cum because of me?" + bubble tea: daddy kink + energy drink: doggy style + espresso shot: dirty talking, served by carlos sainz jr (formula one)!!
cw: smut/pwp, praise kink, doggy style, daddy kink, dirty talking
you were carlos' good girl. you always were so responsive to him, so sweet and nice to others. you cared for carlos so much, everything about him you adored. and he in turn adored you. anything you wanted, he'd get for you. nothing too expensive or silly for his beautiful, good girl.
maybe it was to make up for the fact that when you had sex with your boyfriend, he had a motor mouth when he was deep inside of you. carlos' dirty talk was unmatched, at times bordered on rude. but, you knew it was just the heat of the moment. you didn't mind too much, after all, you rather liked it.
you combed your fingers through carlos' hair as you straddled his waist. you pouted at him, "it's not fair."
he smiled as he rested back on his hands. you were both on the bed in your shared bedroom. the moon hung high in the sky as you admired your boyfriend.
"not fair that you're so hot. it should be illegal. punishable by heavy fines! every time you go out, you should have to hand over a hundred dollars as a fine."
he leaned into your touch, "someone is needy. someone needs their daddy."
you shifted in his lap. you were in a tank top and sweat shorts, "i've been thinking about you all day, but that damn racing team of yours ate up all of our time together." you combed your fingers through his dark hair and sighed, "it's not fair."
"you've been saying that a lot." he grabbed you to put you down on your stomach on the plush bed. he ran his hand down your back, "aw, is someone mad that they can only cum because of me?" he knew you were stuck in sexual limbo recently. you had been trying to get yourself off, but it was hard when carlos wasn't around.
he had slowly replaced the entire collection of your toys. even the nice ones who hit your g-spot so nicely. carlos pulled orgasms out of you like a bunny from a hat. so it was easy to part from your toys. you didn't answer instead you squirmed and whined. carlos chuckled and grabbed you by the hair to lift your head up from the pillows, âgonna let daddy hear ya?â
you pouted at him, "it's all your fault!" and that just enticed carlos more. he let go of your hair and started to pull at your shorts. once those were off your legs, then followed the panties. then your shirt and bra.
and then it was only fair for your daddy to get undressed as well. slowly he got out of his t-shirt and sweatpants. his boxers were on the floor soon after and he was laid on top of you, trying to get your legs open a little.
"don't be bratty, my love.' he said in your ear, "you know i don't like when you act like a brat. because i know you so well, and you're always so good for me. so will you be good for me now?"
you nodded a little, "yes daddy. i will be." and you felt his erection between your legs and up against your pussy.
"good because i'd hate to have to train you all over again. i'm pretty sure your ass still burns from all the times i smacked it. i don't want to do that again, especially when i know how good you can be." he kissed your temple before he slipped his cock into you from the angle he was at.
you were under him, his weight on top of you. he kept your pressed to the bed. some would call it trapped, you'd call it perfectly placed. it felt good, especially with his cock hitting all your right spots. your hands were soon under the pillow as you arched your back as much as you could. (which wasn't much).
âthatâs it, fuck, thatâs a good girl. so perfect under me." he held you for leverage as he rutted against you. the feeling made you see stars as you squirmed a little bit against him. you could almost hear his heartbeat against your back.
"please, daddy." you moaned into the soft pillows. carlos would always take care of you. he would always make sure that you were cared for, loved always. he knew how deeply he wanted you, how much he yearned for you.
you were his little addiction that he never wanted to quit. he buried his nose up against your hair and happily inhaled. he took in your scent as his cock twitched inside of you. he moved faster, the need to please both of you was strong in his gut.
he panted a little heavier as the pleasure coursed through him, egged on by your moans. you felt like a total dream, even with your sugary sweet moans.
"daddy! i love you, so much. more than anything." you said with a tightness in your tone.
"i know, my love. i love you too. i think i'm addicted to you because when i think of you i grow hot. it has gotten to the point that i cannot think about you while in my car. or else i'll get distracted by your soft lips and pretty eyes, them full with tears when i choke you on my cock." he kissed under your ear on your neck and felt you shiver. so much so that your nipples grew hard.
you swallowed back a moan and moved a little bit, the pleasure was clouding your head and your heart raced, "daddy."
he kissed your heated skin, "i know. you want to cum. you want to feel good." his words were like molten heat in your skull. the pleasure was knocked up another notch and you held onto the pillow tightly.
you moaned loudly into the pillow as climax gripped you. your tensed up and felt amazing. your core felt drenched as he continued to move against you. your sounds became hotter to him as you finished around him.
you were such a good girl for him. so good for daddy. he knew that he picked the best angel to love and adore. he held onto you tighter and moved against you further. he pressed you further into the bed which made you only moan louder.
with a few more heavy thrusts, carlos finished inside of you with a heavy hiss through clenched teeth. he muttered something to himself in the euphoria haze which you didn't pick up. your guess was that he was swearing. but it felt good, his cock throbbed a little as he pulled out, a bit more cum dripped from his cock and onto the bedding.
not that he cared. he felt fulfilled, making his girl finish. he was proud every time he made you cum. he made it look so easy. he got you onto your back and deeply kissed you.
you looked at him and giggled a little, "c'mere, daddy. i want cuddles." then reached for him and got him back down beside you. his lips on you as you tangled up your legs with him.
carlos smiled against the kiss. you really were something else. he loved that you loved his dirty talk. he loved when you called him daddy. you made carlos feel whole and he knew he did the same for you <3
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Control Azriel x Reader
a/n: I'm so lost, i don't know what I'm doing. Still learning how to use tumblr but in the meantime, welcome to the first fic i feel like posting.
synopsis: feyre's growing curiosity about you sparks some personal questions.
Warnings: mentioned SA, fluff, hints of sexual activities
pt.2 | pt.3
One of the first friends Feyre made in the Night Court was you. You reminded her of the twin wraiths in a way. Never saying much, if anything at all. Maybe that was one of the reasons she liked you so much.Â
You didnât need to talk to enjoy each otherâs presence. Feyre had as much fun sitting in silence with you as she did on a night out with Mor.Â
But as time passed, as Feyre became a constant in the Night Court, she had grown curious. She wanted to know more about you like she did the others.Â
So she started asking you questions, and to her surprise, you would answer her. Your answers werenât clipped, or vague. You never sounded annoyed with her, you were completely open and honest with her.Â
âHow long have you known everyone?â Feyre had asked while you gently played with her hair, her scalp tingling at your touch.Â
You thought about it for a moment. âOver two hundred years now.âÂ
She tilts her head, so apart from her you were the newest member of the inner circle. âHow did you meet?â She asks, shivering as the tingles travel down her spine.
You start braiding a few small strands from the front of her face as you speak. âMy kind are far different from other Fae.â Feyre practically perks up at the words. She knew you werenât high fae but she never bothered saying anything about it, she barely even noticed it most of the time not nearly enough to warrant a discussion. âThey hail from no court, and bow to no lord, not even the Mother is with their thoughts.â
Feyre tried to imagine what that would be like, how they would act, what traditions theyâd carry. She thought of your features, the ones that stood out among other high fae. Your ears didnât point, your nails were like claws, and your teeth bore long sharp canines on both the top and bottom of your mouth, but the features that stood out the most were the ones you kept hidden.Â
Feyre saw them once, your wings. The first time she met you. Like they were just there for a formal introduction. They were big, beautiful, and intricate. They looked like moth wings, and fluttered like them too. Opening and closing slowly when you were lax.
Immediately when Feyre saw them, she felt like painting again, she could barely keep her eyes off them, barely keep herself from reaching out a hand to touch them. Maybe that was the reason for their absence in the next visit; all that remained of the glorious appendages was precise ink that lined the whole of your back, a tattoo of folded wings.Â
From the way they folded, they almost formed a natural cape. She wondered how far your tattoo ran, the extravagant fabrics of the dresses you wore only showed so much.Â
She pictured a whole colony of people that looked like you and immediately felt like painting again.
âItâs why nobody can do anything about their backward ways, they listen to nobody but themselves. Believe no one but themselves.â All preconceived thoughts of your people turn sour with your words.Â
âThe things theyâve done, they still doâŠâ You release a shaky breath as you finish the small braids and set them aside.
Feyre turns to look at you when your delicate hands part with her hair. She finds you sorting through a box of hair ornaments, but your eyes are clouded. Not even the most glorious of diamonds could shine through that fog. âYou donât have to...âÂ
You blink out of your daze and wave her off as you pull out a few gem-encrusted pins and show them to her. Waiting for her to give you a nod of approval before pulling out a stunning bejeweled silver comb and repeating the same process. Your collection was truly marvelous.Â
âWhen I was saved, it was my first Flowering Night.â You spoke the words with barely concealed bitterness. âA night where all mature unpaired females are sent into the woods for any participating males to hunt down and take as they please.âÂ
You tuck back the small braids with the sparkling pins. Feyre listened as you continued, she wanted to say something but what would she say?
âNo one could run very far from our community, the woods of the Middle hold no mercy. It was either hide and hope you make it till dawn without being spotted by a male. Or die to the other horrid creatures that live in those woods.âÂ
Feyreâs heart ached for you, her sorrow a tangible thing able to be smelt in the air. And you squeezed her shoulder, you comforted her. Her sorrow only increased. You never deserved any of it.
âI chose the latter.â You carefully place the comb into her hair, finding it in yourself to smile at the final product. You still fiddle with a few strands until you feel pleased. âA close encounter with death led to the discovery of my gift,âÂ
Dreamwalker, Rhys had called you. An ability so rare even Helionâs exquisite library had very little information on it.Â
Feyre loosely understood that you could enter another person's dream. Could manipulate it as you wish, to serenity or to a blood-curdling nightmare. But what made you so powerful, what made you such a valuable asset to the Night Court was your ability to bring dreams to life. All manner of dreams.Â
However, your ability was sparsely used for court matters, and only necessary people knew of it. You were their trump card. Something nobody would see coming.Â
Feyre would never forget the time you had a nightmare, sending half the court in preparation for battle. Sheâd also never forget the way Azriel had fought off the nightmare incarnate to get to you. How he charged forward without an ounce of hesitation. While Rhys had stood protectively in front of Feyre, and Cassianâs siphons flared from beside her, providing a shield around them.
Feyre had realized then that Azriel would go to hell and back for you.Â
Feyre turns to face you, to look you in your enchanting eyes now that you are finished playing with her hair. âI was barely a woman, I didnât know the first thing about defending myself. I didnât know what this gift was.â She watched you raise a hand, small stars forming and trailing your fingers, blinking and shimmering as you played with them. âWhat good is a gift this powerful if you donât know what to do with it? Itâs as good as a broken blade.âÂ
Feyreâs breath leaves her body when you pull down the shoulder of your elegant emerald gown, revealing a long jagged scar running diagonally across your chest. The skin puffed up from how deep the gash was. âI wouldâve died if it werenât for Azriel.âÂ
The high faeâs eyebrows raise ever so slightly.Â
âHe heard me screaming. And he came for me.â You pull the shoulder back up and smile. Actually, smile. Feyre had never known someone like you, someone able to flip such a horrid memory around. Someone so able to pick out the good amongst the bad. âIt wasnât until a century later that I finally accepted his invitation to the Night Court and met everyone else.â
Feyre found herself grabbing your hand and squeezing. So grateful you had accepted his invitation.Â
You squeeze back.Â
âYouâre so strong.â Feyre says, furrowing her brows when you laugh like she had told a joke.Â
âIt wasnât strength that led me here, Feyre.â You tell her. Once again she wanted to paint you, but she felt like she wouldnât be able to do you justice. âIt was fate.â
A knock sounds at the door.Â
âCome in.â Feyre calls and you both look to the opening door. Two incredibly attractive Illyrian men stand at the doorway.Â
Rhys smiles at the sight of you two, eyes raking over the hairstyle youâd given Feyre. âYou look lovely, Feyre darling.â Her face heats as you smile in triumph.Â
âSay goodnight.â Comes Azrielâs voice in that tone he only used on you.Â
You obey his command without a second thought, giving Feyre a light hug and giving Rhys a small bow before scurrying toward Azrielâs waiting arm.Â
You fall into step with him as his hand lands on your lower back. But before the two of you could disappear you tug on his shirt, prompting him to stop only long enough for you to turn back toward Feyre and say a final goodnight. âDream well Feyre!â Then he continued leading you away to your shared chambers.Â
The mated pair watch you two travel away. Rhys with a look of content for you and his brother. Feyre with a new curiosity.Â
She couldnât help but be curious about the dynamic you and Azriel had. The way that dynamic bled into the interactions you had with your friends. How you always asked for permission before doing something and always jumped up whenever anyone asked you to do something. Rhys seemed to catch on to that curiosity.Â
He decided to save you the embarrassment of Feyre asking you herself. He had enough of an understanding of you to know when something would make you uncomfortable, no matter how much you said otherwise.Â
Youâd always answer any questions asked of you openly and honestly, whether you wanted to or not. It was one of the reasons many were at first against your visits with Feyre, himself included. The newly turned fae was far too oblivious to your situation to recognize when she was taking advantage of your obedience. But you assured Rhysand repeatedly that Feyre never bothered you with her questions. That you enjoyed her presence just as much as she, hopefully, enjoyed yours.Â
Much to everyoneâs delight, Feyre regarded you with gentleness and awe from the very start. It was the effect you had on people. It was the reason Azriel didnât put up a fight about leaving your visits unsupervised.
â[name] was raised by cruel people, they taught her that in a relationship the male's word is law. Her people think a female is expected to give up any and all control to her male. Itâs one of the few things she never was able to condition herself out of, Azriel helps her by providing that control she needs.âÂ
Feyre thinks about that, face heating at the images it created. She wondered what that would be like, to surrender herself completely. âSo if he told her to jump off the nearest bridgeâŠ?âÂ
âSheâd do it, with zero hesitation.âÂ
Rhys smirks, knowing glint in his eyes as his gaze runs over the blush that coated her face.Â
âBut heâd never ask something like that of her. He knows her inside out, knows when something is too much or not enough.â He steps closer to her, delighting in the way her breathing picks up. âIf I didnât know any better Iâd think your interest in this topic was more than innocent curiosity.âÂ
âWell, do you?â Feyre asks, making his eyes narrow. âKnow any better?âÂ
Rhysâs gaze becomes dark. âNope.âÂ
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âDid you enjoy your time with Feyre?â You sigh at his voice, the comfort it brings you. You find yourself leaning into him, and he allows it.Â
âIt was nice.â You say truly. It felt like it was easier to breathe now that Feyre had more of an understanding. âShe asked about how we met.âÂ
The hand on your back pulls you closer to him as if he were remembering that day. Remembering what you looked like as that hideous creature held you down, slicing into you. The way you flinched away from him after heâd slayed the creature. The sheer dress that you wore, If it could even be called that. He could still picture everything so vividly.Â
How you eventually submitted to him, and how that made him sick. How he carried you out of the Middle and into the lands of the Night Court, never taking you into the cities. How for the next century after that he would visit you at the little private cabin only he and his brothers knew about, how he took care of you, and how he grew to love you. How you grew to love him in return.
He shoves those thoughts into the back of his mind as he opens the door to your shared chambers, walking you inside before shutting the door behind you.Â
His hands move to your shoulders while he guides you to sit on the edge of the large bed, big enough to fit at least three winged beings. Hands brushing down your body as he kneels before you, settling on your ankle. He brings your foot up and rests it on his thigh before slowly unraveling the straps of your heel. Once finished he continued with the right heel, his touch nothing but confident from years and years of practice.Â
A hand pats your thigh, letting you know heâs finished. Your eyes trail him as he heads toward the bathroom, youâd be happy to just look at him for the rest of your immortal life.Â
You help Azriel, though he had no problem doing it for you, by taking off your jewelry one by one, setting each extravagant piece on the nightstand. By the time you're done Azrielâs waiting for you next to a full bath.
âCome.â He beckons from beside the large clawfoot tub. Hand outstretched and waiting for you.Â
You saunter toward him, sighing as you let your brain just rest. Let him do everything for you.Â
His hands are strong, and gentle, and secure all in one as they guide you out of your gown, his clothes following not long after. You sigh as he brings you into the tub. Positioning you so you sat between his legs, back to his front.Â
Your eyelids slowly fall shut, coaxed by his soothing touch. Feeling nothing but content when he pushed your head back to lay on his shoulder, a gentle kiss pressed against your temple.
You were soon in a state of barely there, just teetering on the side of sleep but awake enough to move when he told you to.Â
âLean forward.â
His hands rub up and down your back, cleaning and massaging the skin there. You shudder in pleasure and he hums soothingly. Like cooing at a pet. You straighten up a bit when he taps the marked skin a few times, moving forward just enough for your wings to slowly peel away from your back. What was once ink on your skin, now real moving wings.Â
âSpread.â And you do so, wings unfolding and stretching out completely.Â
You shiver as his hands brush against them, making them twitch both away and toward him. As if they couldnât decide whether the feeling it brought you was too much or not enough.
As always Azriel handled them with utmost care, humming when small noises of pleasure escaped you. When he was finished he tapped your shoulder to let you know, but you were too tired to summon the magic needed to conceal them.
Though, not tired enough to remember it was his turn.Â
Slowly with lethargic movements, you turn to face him. Wings folding up again, forming a natural cape on your back. âCan I-â You begin but catch yourself before you can finish. His narrowed eyes crinkled into a smile. Happy he no longer had to remind you of such a simple fact.Â
Donât ask to touch what is yours.
So instead you reach for the soap in his hands and begin to wash him. Taking satisfaction in the way his wound-up muscles, tense from hours of work, relaxed under your touch. The way his hands rested on your hips, squeezing every now and then appreciatively. The hums that left his mouth, no longer with the intent to soothe you but to let you know how pleased you made him.Â
Your touches became increasingly distracted, sleep slowly leaving your system as your mind filled with nothing but him.Â
He smirks, a mix of amusement and attraction. Allowing his own touches to become less innocent. His hands move to wrap around your wrists, dragging your hands down, down, and down his body. Soap long ago discarded.Â
âTouch me.â He commands.Â
And nothing could keep you from satisfying him.Â
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heyyo ex!Toji who just canât forget you and heâs FRUSTRATED with it, he swears he saw you on his kitchen at midnight (itâs not real) and touches himself while looking at your old photos that he still has.. hope u take requests
â : ex-bf! toji x fem!reader
‷ tags : part one & two, ex trope, masterbation, pervy toji, needy toji, phone sex, dirty talk, mdni. wc. 1.1k
an. yesss i do and omg i love ex bf toji tysm ngh
oh how he hates feeling like this.
ex-bf!toji was so pent up and annoyed. heâs annoyed at you for making him so irritated. soâŠhard. toji never realized how attached he grew towards you. after the messy break up. he found himself fantasizing about you way more than he should. it takes him a long time to move on.
that is if he ever moves on.
âthe fuck..â heâd grumble, blinking twice to make sure his eyes werenât playing tricks. he could have sworn he saw you in the kitchen, hovering over the sink counter, bent over while occupying yourself, doing the dishes or cooking.
with another blink, you werenât there and he was back to reality, he scratched his head before a vexed scowl spreads on his pink lips. it was late at night, and he figured it was his own drowsiness getting to him â so he didnât think much of it until he goes back towards his room.
he finds himself in his bed, lazily leaned back before unlocking it to look at the collection of old photos he had of you, the moreâŠfilthy ones the two of you took while intimate. he scrolls to a specific one with you on your knees, tongue sticking out andâŠ.next thing toji knew, he was dialing your number.
he didnât have to go to his contact list because he knew your digits by heart.
he just needed to hear your voice again, touching himself at the thought and sight of you just wasnât enough.
âoh, heyâŠ.didnât think youâd pick up,â he breaks the silence. his voice was pitched, a hint of roughness in it. based from his breathing on the other line, it sounded like he was panting heavily. he lays back against the bedâcombing a hand through his hair before wiping his nose. âiâm not gonna sugarcoat things so iâm just gonna say it,â he grumbles, clenching his jaw before swallowing. âiâve been uh, fantasizinâ about you.â
itâs pretty late at night, and youâre still confused on why he called.
wellâŠyou probably knew. toji heard about your messy breakup. he just couldnât get you out of his head â he wondered if it was like that for you.
âyou fantasize about me?â you speak on the other end of the phone in a soft voice.
heâs always loved your voice, how sweet it sounded, especially during phone calls. the calm, smoothness of it.
âyeah,â he mutters. âthought i saw you in the kitchen today. and i got kind of hard once i was deleting pictures in my camera roll.â
ââŠoh?â you utter. and you couldnât lie, you were intrigued, who were you kidding. you missed toji tooâperhaps in more ways than one. you still kept the dozens of voicemails he dumped you. of just him talking, rambling, or even him talking you through an orgasm on the phone. âwere you touching yourself to me, toji?â
he pauses for a brief moment before grumbling. âyeah. you know i was.â
âmhm..not really,â you giggle. âthatâs kinda why iâm asking.â
toji inhales at your teasing, and he closes his eyes shut for a brief momentâyou wereâŠteasing him? he could tell by the tone of your voice. he tried to relax, squeezing two fingers down against his nose before uttering, âfuck, you should come over.â
âiâm all the way across town.â
âiâll pick you up.â
âtoji.â you rolled your eyesâyou forgot how persistent he was. you could hear the want and neediness in his tone. it was cute, not to mention attractive. he was like this all because of you.
he sighs. âfine, just talk to me.â
âabout?â
âtalk to me,â he repeats, and his voice pitches a bit more. that made you feel tingly a bit. you knew what he meant by talkingâtoji was a man, an impatient one that wasnât keen on beating around the bush nor sugar coating things. âi fuckinâ missed you. and knowing i canât touch you right now, i feel all hot and pent up.â
you think for a moment before humming. âoh,â and then you smile to yourself. âif i were with you right now, what would you be doing, toji? what would we be doing?â
âiâd be kissing your neck, softly biting down against that spot where yâer all sensitive,â he startsâand heâs panting again, you hear a bit of shuffling through the other end of the line. âiâd kiss all up and down your body. trace my hands down your curves a-and.â
âitâs okay, just say you wanna fuck me.â you tease.
âwomanâŠ.â he moans, and if youâd bet money that toji was stroking himself to you voice. he inhales and exhales, before swallowing a thick lump in his throat. the phone pressed up against his ear. âi wanna fuck you. so damn bad.â
you hum. âi bet you do,â and you were starting to get riled up yourself. toji grows quiet every time you speak, and hearing him sound all needy for you a bit horny yourself. âare you touching yourself right now, toji?â
âis it obvious?â he mutters.
âa little,â you coo, and itâs not long before toji starts to moan through the other line of the phone. his moans were low and pitchyârepeating your name again and again, you had him wrapped around your finger. âare you imagining iâm the one stroking you right now?â
ây-yeah baby.â he sighs. he hits his lip in frustration as his eyebrows press together, and he groans. âshit, âs not fair. yâknow what youâre doing to me.â
you giggle. âiâm just talking to you. like you said.â
minutes past and tojiâs jaw clenched, tilting his head back heâs just imagining the entire scene. your voice doesnât make things better, heâs visualizing everything.
your touch, your taste, even your sweet scent. that pretty perfume you always woreâgod, he wanted you. he craved you.
âf-fuck, âm gonna cum to just the sound of your voice.â he says. teeth clenched against each other, and heâs embarrassed. his face was flustered, flushed, whatever else. âall your fault.â
âsureee, itâs my fault.â you play along. after the long anticipating build up. toji cums, fisting his hand with pumps and watching how he made a mess on himself. a low sigh exits from his mouth and he gruntsâthe other like going quiet. âaww. toji, look at you, getting off to the sound of my voice. wish i could see.â
he groans. ââŠshut up,â before he hangs up abruptly.
you giggle before seconds later, thereâs a request that pops up on your phone â and toji wants to video call you. probably so you could see the mess you made him make.
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18+ - Spite/Rook/Lucanis - Playing Cards
This was supposed to be a sweet romantic conversation where they define the throuple and it turned out to be... extremely filthy smut. Uh, sorry. And/or enjoy.
A03 Link. Female Rook. 18+ Spite/Rook and Spite/Rook/Lucanis. DAV spoilers.
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"It's all right if you fall asleep, you know. Spite and I can... play cards or something," Rook brushes her fingers through Lucanis' hair, combing through it gently. He sighs, a satisfied, happy noise, but the corner of his lip tugs down.
"I do not think he wants to play cards," He murmurs quietly. Rook's hand stills in place. Cracking an eye open, Lucanis peers up at Rook, shifting and pushing himself up on an elbow.
"We haven't really talked about him. Whether he's okay with..." She gestures between them. Rook had taken the outburst of Spite's wings wrapping around them as a sign that Spite was at least fine with what was happening, if not particularly enthusiastic. Maybe she'd been wrong?
"Okay is one way to put it," Lucanis mutters with an annoyed huff. He's not meeting Rook's eyes, instead tracing circles on her inner thigh in a way that makes heat shoot up her spine. He'd just finished fucking her into her chaise- making love to her, really. Her legs will still weak from it, and already she can feel herself starting to ache for more.
Dangerous.
"Lucanis?" She asks tentatively, by way of seeking further explanation.
"He wants you, Rook. Has wanted you. For as long as I have," Lucanis lays back down on her thighs, closing his eyes, "And you know, I'd wanted you for a long time."
"How long?" She asks, teasing, because she has to know.
"Since we got coffee in Treviso," He answers, "Maybe since you entered the Ossurary, to be honest. But Maker, you made this little noise of pleasure when you took your first drink of that cioccolata calda that went right to my cock," Lucanis groans, just from the memory, and presses his fingers against Rook's hips. "I hadn't felt anything like that since well before I was locked up. It tore right through me. I wanted you then," his voice goes soft, "But it didn't take long before I realized that I wanted more than that, too."
Okay, hoo, stop getting distracted, Rook. "And... Spite?"
"He didn't know what it meant, at first. But he caught on quick," he sighs, "I was thinking about you a lot. About all the things I wanted to do to you. With you. Some of it bled over to him, I think."
Rook smiles at him, a careful, soft look. "So... Spite wants me too. Sexually. How do you feel about that?"
Lucanis groans, a different kind of noise from the one that he'd made only a few moments before. "How do I feel? How do you feel?" He pauses for a long moment, and Rook can only assume Spite is saying something in his ear. "Yes, yes. I know you wouldn't hurt her." Another long pause, and Lucanis adds a stern, "Hey."
"Ordinarily, I wouldn't consider having another... person in the relationship," She admits. This is unsteady ground, and she wants to be careful not to offend either Lucanis or Spite. She wants both of them to be alright with their relationship, and doesn't want either of them to feel hurt or left out. "But he does share your body, with no indication that'll change any time soon. There's a good possibility you'll be together for the rest of your life, Lucanis. So in a way, he'll have to be a part of the relationship... in some capacity, anyway."
She takes a moment to think. How does she feel about Spite? About Spite, wanting her? Embarrassingly, she finds the thought leaves her warm. How different would be be from Lucanis? She swallows.
Lucanis sits up fully then, moving to take his place on the chaise beside Rook. He tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear, cupping her face in his hands.
"When you were gone... Spite was devastated. I mean really torn up about it. I hadn't realized how much he liked you too- really liked you, until then," Lucanis seems to take a moment to collect his thoughts, "Ever since he pulled you into the fade to get you to deal with my- our issues, we've felt more like partners. If you're not averse- if the concept doesn't frighten you-"
"You have never frightened me," Rook says, looking him in his eyes, "Either of you."
Lucanis smiles then, relieved, and kisses her gently. When he pulls back, it's seems he's gathered the courage to finish his sentence.
"I don't mind sharing, if it's the three of us," He finishes, a little nervously, "I don't know exactly what it will mean..."
"But we can figure it out. Together." Rook smiles too then, taking his hands in hers and pressing another kiss against his mouth, slow and deep.
The kiss starts slow, but it doesn't stay that way. At first, the press of Lucanis' mouth against hers is languid, as though they have all the time in the world. And then, a shudder seems to run through Lucanis. And he is pushing forward, biting at Rook's lip in a way that makes her gasp in surprise.
Lucanis- no, Spite- seems to want to devour her. He hisses against her mouth, his kisses clumsy and demanding. Rook can barely breathe he's so insistent, licking into her mouth as his hands grab her hips and pull her body closer to him. Spite's eyes flash a brilliant violet, wings in a matching shade unfurling out from behind him.
"Wanted this," Spite groans against her mouth, biting at Rook's bottom lip in a way that makes her weak, "Wanted you."
"I wanted you too," She admits, and he moans, a broken noise of need.
"Smell so good. Like caramels and jasmine and Lucanis," He groans again, and the fact that Spite seems to not only be aroused by her, but by Lucanis as well, makes Rook's skin feel alight with heat.
"Are you going to take me, Spite?" She asks, her voice breathy with need as she wraps her arms around his neck, "Are you going to make me feel good? I want to make you feel good, too."
His lips press back to her skin, this time against the column of her neck. Where Lucanis had kissed with reverence, Spite bites and nips and sucks until Rook is twisting and moaning in his arms.
When Spite leans back slips a hand under the waistband of her panties, Rook realizes that she's still an absolute mess from her earlier round with Lucanis. Rook's cheeks burn as Spite drags two fingers along her slit, slicking them with both her and Lucanis' cum. When he pulls his hand back, he looks at his wet fingers with interest, his pupils blown wide and dark.
Grabbing his wrist, Rook raises the fingers to her mouth and drags her tongue along the digits, licking them clean. She pops his fingers into her mouth, sucking at them and moaning around his hand, keeping her eyes locked on Spite's the whole time. He shudders, taking his other hand and dragging it down the back of Rook's head in a strangely gentle gesture.
When Rook draws the fingers out of her mouth, Spite uses his free hand to yank her underwear down and pull it off of her. He is already so hard- despite her and Lucanis having finished not that long ago, Rook notes- and with a fluid motion, he presses his two fingers back to Rook's cunt. The fingers enter her easily, as wet as she is, and push Lucanis' cum deeper insider of her. With a surprisingly careful motion, he pumps his fingers into her, curling them inside as he'd watched Lucanis do earlier in the evening.
Rook whimpers, a high keening sound, and Spite tilts his head in interest at the noise. This time, when he withdraws his hand, he brings it to his own lips. Keeping eye contact as she had with him, he sticks his own fingers into his mouth, sighing in pleasure around them as he tastes both Lucanis and Rook together.
"More," He groans. Before Rook can even fully register what he's doing, Spite has laid on his stomach and settled himself between her legs, and is licking a long line down the length of her cunt. She nearly squeals, the sensation so hot and her body so oversensitive, and Spite huffs out a laugh in response against her skin.
"Going to want to taste you. Forever," He moans against her cunt, wrapping his arms around her legs to keep them splayed open for him. He buries his face between her thighs, mouthing against her cunt like he really is trying to devour her.
The sensation is almost too much. If not for Spite holding her legs in place to keep her from squirming, she'd be writhing against his mouth. Holding her as he is, his mouth is an onslaught against her, a torrent of pleasure she has no respite from, that has her quickly approaching orgasm.
"Spiteeee," Rook whines, "Fuck me, fuck me, please."
"No," Spite responds, grinning against her skin, "Later. Want this. Taste."
He returns to eating her out, his nose nudging against her clit back and forth, and Rook can't help it. She presses against his face desperately, and when she notices that Spite is grinding his pelvis against the chaise, too horny and turned on just from eating her cunt to stop himself from rutting against it-
She comes with a cry, throwing her head back as the orgasm rockets through her. It shivers through her body, leaving her feeling boneless and satisfied, and Spite watches her come undone with no small amount of pride.
"Now," He says, still grinning as he pulls back, his eyes hungry with need as they rake over her body. "Now?"
"Please," Rook repeats, opening her thighs to him, and beckoning him forward.
Spite's hands fly to his pants, but despite the lack of a belt, he seems to struggle with undoing the fly and button. For just a second, Spite's frustration gives way to amusement, as more assured hands deftly and confidently undo the pants.
"There you go," Lucanis groans, sliding his pants and underwear down his hips. His cock, already red and leaking and so hard, springs out. "You know, I really underestimated how hot it would be to watch him make you come. You are such a mess."
"Fuck, I know," Rook whimpers, reaching out, "Come on, please."
Lucanis chuckles, before violet once again overtakes the colour of his irises. Spite growls, crawling up over Rook, until his cock is flush against her cunt. Unable to stop himself, he slides it against her folds, teasing her by grinding his cock against her cunt without entering her.
"Oh, Maker-" Rook groans, rocking her hips up. His cock is slick with her now, and strands of hair wet with sweat from exertion fall onto his forehead. Finally then, he presses against he entrance, and pushes in, drawing out a long, broken cry from Rook.
"Yes," Spite groans out, "Yes, yes! So good."
Unlike Lucanis had, Spite doesn't wait until she's used to the stretch of his cock to start moving, or take things slow. But at this point, Rook doesn't need him to. What she wants is to be fucked within an inch of her life, and Spite seems to read her mind.
As soon as he's fully inside of her, he pulls out almost all of the way, and then snaps his hips, driving his cock back inside of her. He fucks her deep, his hands on her hips, keeping her in place.
The sounds coming out of Rook's mouth are entirely outside of her control. She doesn't even know entirely what she's saying at this point. She's keening, whimpering out the words, "Yes" and "Spite" and "Pleasepleaseplease." Everything she's worried about, everything that could happen the next day, seems a million miles away. Here, she's able to fall apart completely.
After one particularly loud moan, Spite pulls out, flips her onto her stomach far too easily, and enters her from behind.
Rook presses her face into her pillow, muffling a guttural sound pulled from her lips. From behind, she feels Spite grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her head up.
"No. Want to hear you," He grunts, rutting back into her. She gasps, her cunt clenching around his cock, so close to coming again as he fucks her into her chaise. She can tell he's close himself by the stutter of his hips, and the way that words begin to slip from his lips. Snaking a hand to her clit, she grinds forward against her fingers.
"Mine," He breathes, punctuating the word with a thrust. "Mine, mine. Ours."
And with that word- the feeling of her hair, wrenched in Spite's grip, his body leaning over hers, and his cock pressing so deep inside of her- Rook comes for a second time. Spite follows her, spilling into her with a surprised gasp and a long groan.
She collapses onto the chaise, face down, and Spite lays heavy across her back.
"You're heavy," She complains after a long moment. Spite makes a noncommittal noise, and doesn't move.
But then, with a sigh, Spite rolls off of her. It takes Rook a second to realize that Lucanis is back in control, as he reaches out to smooth down her hair where Spite had grabbed.
"That was good?" He asks, a bit tentative. Rook turns and looks at Lucanis, a complete, bleary eyed mess.
"Yeah. But if you ask for a turn now, my legs might give out completely," She answers with a lazy grin. Lucanis grins back at her, eyes shining with affection.
"Just a kiss, then?" He asks, and Maker, Rook could never deny him. Pushing herself up, she kisses him softly, and he sighs against her mouth, contented.
"You think he liked it?" Rook asks, and Lucanis rolls his eyes.
"If he hadn't fallen asleep immediately after finishing, I think he'd be back in between your thighs right now. I'm pretty sure that if you hadn't been more insistent he fuck you, he'd have stayed there until I couldn't speak the next morning." Lucanis rubs circles into Rook's back, and with a soft chuckle, they both settle back onto the chaise. Rook yawns, pressing her head against Lucanis' chest.
"I think I might sleep through the final fight tomorrow. This is too comfortable. Sorry, Minrathous," She mumbles, already feeling her eyelids droop.
Lucanis laughs, and she can feel the rumble of it as she lays on his chest.
"Tomorrow night, we will all be back here again. I will kill a God to ensure it. Multiple, if I must," He whispers, before they drift off to sleep.
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DIVORCING ORION BLACK | CHAPTER THREE
03 : SHOPPING (2/2)
CHPT. SUM. : so many stores are left on the list, the boys finally eat delicious food outside, detours are a natural endeavour and you meet a collection of interesting shopkeepers. what a day~Â
LENGTH : 10k
TAGS : fluff ; fun day out ; sirius and regulus being precious ; they're just kids ; reader is mother of the year ; reverse comfort ; OC ; visions ; original walburga makes an appearance ; she doesn't stay long though ; money isn't a problem ;) ; domestic fluff ; sibling fluff between sirius and regulus ; marauders fix-it-fic
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âTwo what?â Sirius asks, your attention snapping towards him and breaking contact with the grey-haired man standing before you. Â
âDo you need a new wand too, Mother?â Regulus speaks up from your other side, swiftly following after his older brother. It was clear from the differences in their elocution that they differed greatly. One was much louder, with a sharp tongue and an audacious attitude to boot; the other was of a more gentle demeanour, equipped with a clever mind and observant eyes. Â
Mr Ollivander leans back with an amused smile waiting to see how youâd react and whose question youâd answer first.Â
âThe two of us need wands today, Sirius,â you hum, hoping your nerves donât show through in your voice as you switch between the two. It was adorable how similar their curious looks appeared when staring up at you. Â
âWhy is that?â your eldest asks curiously, the question reflecting similarly in your youngestâs eyes.Â
âMy wand appears to be having some problems lately and, well,â you raise your gaze to meet eyes with the wand artisan behind the counter, âI was hoping Mr Ollivander could help the two of us today,â the light streaming in from the windows above reflects off Ollivanderâs grey hair to create a glowing outline encircling him. His peculiar portrait reminds you of how idiosyncratic he is, like a living ghost whoâs able to touch superior levels of magic and wonder. It's mysteriously intriguing but just as harrowing too. He was able to deduce so much after so short of an interaction, after all. You stare at him silently, a gentle prompt to help you and your eldest son with your homogenous need for a new wand.Â
âI like to focus on one client at a time,â the look he gives you offers up the decision of who should go first to be made by your small family.Â
Before you can say anything, Sirius speaks up with a light dusting of pink on his cheeks, âLadies first, Mother,â he announces politely and your heart melts at his consideration. You coo and awe at his gesture while dropping down to his height where you press a loving kiss to his forehead.Â
âThank you, my darling. Youâre such a gentleman,â Sirius beams at your praise as Regulus meets his eyes to the right of you and grins widely. The two easily share in the small joys theyâve been able to experience around you. They donât want to seem rude so the two of them secretly cheer at the headache you suffered to be able to change this drastically, âHowever," you comb your fingers through his hair lovingly, "youâre the star of the show today. Why donât you go first, my dear?â
Sirius doesnât refute, too distracted and pink-cheeked by your affection to do anything but nod. He then turns to Ollivander, who smiles down at him kindly. The oddness surrounding the wand artisan, however, cannot be missed and Sirius is cautious to proceed forward.Â
âYour name, young man?â
âSirius Black,â
âItâs a pleasure to meet you, Sirius. Please step behind the counter and we can get started on finding you the perfect wand, shall we?â Sirius glances one more time over his shoulder and observes the encouraging nod you give him; his heart calming from the reassuring pat you give atop his head. Another moment passes before he is led behind the counter by Ollivander. The elderly wizard proceeds to give him a short once-over before disappearing between two ceiling-tall shelves, stacked full of stored wands.Â
âDo you want to watch your brother find his wand, Regulus?â you ask, kneeling to level with your youngest.
âYes please, Mother,â he nods with a shy smile, âbut I donât know if Iâm allowed past the counter,âÂ
âDonât worry,â with a smile, you carry him up in your arms, âI can seat you on the counter instead,â for the brief moment you rise, he stays in your embrace. However, when you go to place him on the counter, you find that Regulus doesnât want to be let go.
In a whisper, you ask if heâs alright, âCan you just hold me like this?...please?â  His answering whisper melts your heart and you can't find it in yourself to say no. Even if your arms begin to ache, you arenât going to set him down until he wants to be set down â youâre determined!Â
âYou mean you donât know which wand is for me?â Siriusâ words ring with curiosity more than judgment as he looks up at Ollivander.Â
âIâm afraid not, my boy,â
âArenât you supposed to know?â
Smiling fondly, Ollivander begins to explain the process, happy to answer the questions of a curious child, âUltimately, it is the wand that chooses the wizard, Mr Black,â
Sirius contemplates Ollivanderâs words for a moment as Regulus gasps in astonishment beside your ear. The awe and interest are evident in the youngestâs silently twinkling grey eyes, matching that of his elder brother. Their wonderment is clear and both are equally skilful in concealing it.
âHow will I know that a wand has chosen me?
âYouâll know,â Ollivander nods. Thereâs something in his pale eyes that makes Sirius keep from asking anything further. Something that says âtrust meâ.
Together, you and Regulus watch over the counter as Sirius tests out a variety of wands.Â
At one point Sirius makes several misplaced papers catch fire, which makes you giggle quietly. Regulus stiffened in your arms momentarily at the sight of the sudden flames and only seemed to relax as soon as he heard your soft laughter. It isn't until he presses his face into the junction of your neck and shoulder that he finally draws your attention. It didnât seem like an issue to press further about so you gave his small back a few reassuring rubs and continued to watch over Sirius â perhaps Regulus was feeling a little exhausted already. Despite the disastrous flames, Ollivander had the situation handled and simply magicked away the fire before rummaging around for a different wand, muttering softly to himself as he did so. It wasnât until Ollivander came back with a jet-black wand with familiar-looking markings carved along its body that you smiled to yourself. This was the one.Â
âTry this...â Ollivander offers up the wand but after the previous incident, Sirius is much more hesitant to proceed. He was only able to resume the testing when Ollivander flashed him a kind, reassuring smile - though he remained hesitant and stiff. Sirius was too scared to turn and see your reaction to the commotion he had just caused. But it was an accident! Surely youâd understandâ âGive it a wave, then, young man,â Ollivander's chuckle was able to ease some of the stiffness from his limbs as the markings beneath his fingers urged him for a sturdier grip before giving the black wand a small flick.Â
Appearing from the tip of his wand, a small circulating breeze moves through the room, not caring for the mess it makes of any unfiled papers nor the rattling it causes amongst the stacked boxes of wands. The breeze eventually returns to circle Sirius, ruffling his hair and clothes before eventually dying down to leave him looking bedraggled.
The result was quite confusing to the ordinary eye, which worried you, but not for the elderly wand artisan. Ollivander slaps his knee and throws his head back with a laugh. âNow thatâs a match if Iâve ever seen one!â His words make Sirius stare up at him with wide eyes of disbelief.Â
âReally?â
Ollivander kneels beside him with a twinkle in his eye, âThatâs quite a choosy wand, my boy. Wands made out of jet black Ebony are happiest when in the hands of those who are not afraid of being themselves, sticking to their beliefs no matter what external pressures there may be,â the elderly wizardâs words washed over Sirius and flooded him with a feeling of vindication. He felt light and there was a flutter in his chest. In his short life so far, itâs been so hard to adhere to his convictions, and he has never before felt so validated, âyou, young man, have a very courageous heart,â  Ollivanderâs words make you smile widely.Â
You set Regulus down as Sirius makes his way back to you. The two brothers share a hug but Sirius is still unable to meet your eyes. It isn't until his younger brother pulls away from the embrace that Sirius finally wills himself to look up at you. Regulus can see the slight fear in his older brotherâs eyes and he knows the exact cause; Regulus was scared too. Regardless, you havenât done or said anything to further his fears so the younger brother tries his best to be optimistic and flashes his older brother a small smile as if to say âitâs going to be okayâ.Â
Biting his lip, Sirius finally turns to find that youâve come down to his height. Rather than a scowl on your face for his earlier misbehaviour with the discordant wands, he finds you smiling brightly at him instead. Before he could comprehend what was happening, you pulled him into your arms. One hand presses against the back of his head and encourages him to bury his face into your shoulder as the other splays across his small back to give him supportive pats.Â
Beside his ear, you whisper, âIâm so proud of you, Sirius,â pulling away your eyes find that his own have significantly watered, holding back tears. Tears of joy, you assess and deliver a small kiss on his forehead.Â
âYouâre not mad at me? For setting fire to the papers earlier?â
âOf course not!â you protest and pull him into your tight embrace once more, âIâd be surprised if I donât set something on fire when trying to find a new wand too,â he giggles against your shoulder and it's the most beautiful sound you've ever heard, âIâm so so proud of you Sirius, you have your wand now, and youâre going to be attending Hogwarts soon,â you sigh into his dark curls and mutter against his temple, âFar too soonâŠâ
Relieved by your reaction, Sirius can finally digest your words and the sincere tone behind them. Heâs never heard his mother praise him or voice how sheâs proud of him but here you were, whispering rare words for him to hear only. He doesnât know if he could ever feel happiness like this ever again. Itâs hard for him to even describe - heâs just so so happy.Â
Itâs your turn to get a new wand now and the process is entirely the same. Ollivander goes through a selection of wands for you to test the feel of, giving each one a chance to see if they want to become your companion or not. After going through the first handful, you manage to light a stack of papers on fire yourself and when Ollivander swiftly distinguishes it, your group shares a laugh.Â
âSee? I told you it would happen to me too,â you smile over your shoulder at Sirius who giggles with his little brother.Â
A few more inharmonious wands go by before Ollivander hands you one that's made of a light-coloured wood. The design of its body was very elegant and emulated a pattern that was reminiscent of vintage stone pillars. Widely spaced vertical ridges run along the main body and lead towards ornate, uniform designs that either look like curling leaves or crashing waves. Itâs beautiful but what matters is whether or not the wand chooses you.
Flicking the wand, a spark of light escapes from the tip and you prepare yourself for another pile of papers to be set on fire. However, youâre pleasantly surprised when the light floats through the room as if it were swimming through water. It reaches Sirius and Regulus, where it proceeds to circle each of them before departing and leaving a warm touch that lingers on their cheek. The light eventually returns to you again, where it orbits your figure several times, enveloping your silhouette in an ethereal glow before disappearing. In its wake, it leaves a path of warmth that loiters in the air, suspended like the many particles of dust dancing in the light filtering in through the high windows. Â
Smiling in success, you hold the wand to your chest and turn to your boys who had begun to cheer for you. You could have easily lost yourself in the moment if it werenât for your keen ears picking up on Ollivanderâs mutterings. His words were all in a whisper and not meant for anyone elseâs ears. Â
âHow fascinatingâŠâ the elderly wizard smiles whimsically to himself again, âthe singular wand whose properties are the precise opposite of the original became your destined companion,â you meet the pale, almost translucent eyes of the wand artisan, who smiles at you as soon as he finishes muttering to himself, âitâs truly an honour to be able to witness the pairing of an Applewood wand,â
âWhy is that?â Regulus asks before you can even react. With a smile, Ollivander moves to the front of the counter and bows at the knees to his height. Their eyes lock like that of a patient but talented teacher and his diligent student.Â
âThere are many properties of a wand that can be attributed to the reasons why it chose its ultimate owner, one of which is its wood. Your brother,â Ollivander gestures to Sirius, âhas himself a wand that is made of Ebony wood, while your mother has herself one thatâs made of Applewood. Applewood wands are very powerful indeed, I can assure you of that,â you find yourself leaning closer, eager to learn more, just as much as your two sons were to learn of their mother and the nature of wands, âtheir owners are typically ones who harbour ambitious goals and even higher principles. As a result, there stands a positive correlation between possessors of Applewood wands and the life they tend to live,â your breath remains trapped in your throat, held there by anxiety as you tensely anticipate Ollivanderâs successive words, âthey live a life that is long and where they are well-loved,â the relief was great and one that you were desperate to maintain. You know what you're setting out to do is going to prove a difficult challenge but it is going to be worth it, as long as your two boys are happy and by your side.   Â
Together, both wands cost 14 galleons. And, despite the excitement you first held for meeting such a distinguished Harry Potter character, you were eager to leave, slightly scared of the amount of knowledge he potentially held. At the very least, you were able to depart on a good note
Naturally, the next order of business was to get all of Siriusâ robes and uniform at Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions shop. That would be on the north side of Diagon Alley and, considering you were on the south side for Ollivanderâs wand shop, you needed to direct your boys back up to the North. You admit, it was quite inefficient to go from Gringotts, which was North, to Ollivanderâs (South), only to go back North when all the shops you had left to visit were up there. There were many shop names that you recognised on the way down, however, it was best to get the only singular South-side shop from your list out of the way so you could spend the rest of the afternoon easily hopping from shop to shop in the North-side.Â
âWhatâs wrong, darling?â you ask, noticing that Sirius has been staring off in one direction for some time, completely motionless and glued into place.Â
âNothingâŠÂ letâs go,â he grabs a fistful of your dressâ skirt but you already noticed what had captured his attention.Â
âA joke shopâŠâ a small grin tugs on the corners of your lips. You remember the child-like wonder that washed over you whenever you watched the scenes featuring Fred and George Weasleyâs joke shop. This joke shop isn't theirs but you wonder if itâs just as remarkable.Â
Sirius had no hope of ever convincing you to take a look, especially when most of today would be packed full of shopping at other shops for his supplies as a first year. In his insecurity, Sirius was only able to muster a quiet, â...yeahâŠâÂ
âWhat a good idea,â you smile brightly and take both their hands into yours, heading in the direction of the shop happily named, âGambol and Japes Wizarding Joke Shopâ, âLetâs have a little look shall we? A small detour like this canât do much harm,â Sirius was smiling from ear to ear as soon as he overcame the shock your agreement brought, âAlthough, I'm afraid I wonât consider buying anything,â a treat like that is meant for another time...
âThatâs okay!â Sirius cheers and hurries along, making it to the door before you could and holding it open for you.Â
Youâre beginning to realise a recurring discrepancy between the size of a shopâs exterior compared to its interior space; the joke shop is considerably larger on the inside compared to its outside appearance. It added to the joke factor of the store itself - how funny that it appeared so deviously small on the outside.Â
The entrance was lined with shelves filled with an assortment of joke items, all were vibrant and eye-catching. It was hard to enforce any form of restraint when your eyes couldnât stay in one place too long, nor could your feet. There were several other children with their parents roaming the galleries of jokester paraphernalia too. Only then were you finally able to focus your gaze on your two, fascinated boys, not wanting to lose them.
âHow undignified!â your eyes roll at the scratchy, annoying voice that invades your head once more, âNo child of mine should ever be seen in a Joke Shop!â
âOh Shut up, let my kids be kids,â you retaliate, folding your arms loosely as you observe Sirius dragging around his younger brother by the hand. Regulus happily heeds, not needing to be dragged to be able to shadow his older brother. Nevertheless, their small hands remain connected. The scene made you smile warmly, theyâre the cutest boys youâve ever â you want to prolong their happiness and give them as many opportunities as possible to experience the same delights over and over again.Â
âTHEYâREÂ NOTÂ YOUR KIDS!â
âYES. THEY. ARE!â shaking away Walburgaâs shrill screams, you try to focus on the ground beneath you. Itâs best to end this argument quickly, you donât want to faint in the middle of a joke shop and ruin the day for your two boys; it's barely started.Â
You didnât prolong your stay but enough time was spent there for you to witness Siriusâ certain appeal towards a particular item: a purple box of stink pellets. Smiling to yourself, you make a mental note of the fact before leading your two boys out and back to the north side of Diagon Alley.Â
Itâs a relief that most shops offer delivery services, you donât believe you would be able to carry all of your purchased items home.Â
At Madam Malkinâs, you bought all the necessary uniforms and robes for Sirius to have. Being an established house and family, you were attended to right away despite your insistence on no special treatment. Sirius was then measured and the appropriate sizes for his robes and other items were brought back to be tried on. He looked somewhat embarrassed from the attention but you couldnât help yourself. There are many joys of being a mother and one of them was the ability to brag about how beautiful and exemplary your child was. To anyone within earshot and to those who, both, cared and didnât care to listen, you openly talked their ear off about Sirius. Said son grew redder and redder with each expression of praise that left your lips without an ounce of hesitation.Â
Was he hearing right? You're just joking with him...but you sound so sincere. Surely those other people don't care, why are you such talk on them?! Â
âHe looks all grown up, Iâm so so proud of him,â Siriusâ ear tinted a faint red.Â
âI worry that heâll attract too many girlsâ attention and grow a bad reputation over breaking too many hearts. But, then again, look at his handsome face, of course, they would fall for my son,â Sirius looks to the side, trying to find interest in the cracks of the shopâs walls -- a weak attempt at distracting himself from the flames in his cheeks.Â
âI can already tell! Heâs going to achieve so many great things, I just know it!â Sirius looks over and narrows his eyes at his giggling younger brother. Wait until he has to go through the same thing when he starts his first year!Â
âYes yes, I know your son looks wonderful in his robes too but look at my son! His robes look like they were made for him!â try as he might, Sirius canât help the smile that pulls at his lips. His heart swells up in his chest and threatens to burst from the amount of happiness your endless praise fosters in him.Â
Just as the checklist states, you made sure to get three sets of plain work robes in black, a pointed hat, a protective pair of dragon hide gloves, a black winter coat with silver fastenings and, lastly, name tags to attach to all items. The total amounted to 28 galleons and 44 sickles. Madam Malkins offered a service that stitched on the name tags for you but you kindly refused. Itâs a tedious task but you wanted to stitch the name tags on yourself; you had the time and you wanted to do your due diligence as a mother. This is your job and you arenât going to hand it over to anyone else. You were told to expect the owl delivery within a week.Â
âHow about a break?â you suggest upon seeing a sudden fall in your boysâ energy. Their once slumped shoulders suddenly tense and the two peer up at you with cautious eyes. Despite the amount of progress youâve made in cultivating a mutual rapport with them, it appears that some phrases put them on high alert regardless of the harmonic atmosphere.Â
âItâs okay mother,â Regulus hurriedly assures, his smile now much smaller and wrinkled at the edges from superficially conjectural nerves.Â
âYeah, weâre not tired, we can continue shopping just fine,â Sirius continues, reaching out to hold hands with his brother as they stand before you with identical ambivalent expressions. It breaks your heart. Their words are simple but their actions are heavily veneered by a thin veil of coy nonchalance.Â
âArenât you two hungry?â you ask, crouching down to meet at their level, where youâve gotten into the habit of being able to converse deeply with them. Keeping their gaze, holding each otherâs attention and listening closely has led to so much understanding and thatâs all you want with them.Â
They look at each other from your question. Sirius can see the obvious hesitation in his younger brotherâs eyes and he gives his hand a small squeeze. Usually, Sirius was the more outspoken one, never letting his fears show while allowing his tongue to run and verbalise all the thoughts and opinions in his head. It was his small bit of freedom in a house that was so set on censoring him and his many opposing views, despite his young age. Oftentimes, his parents would guilt him into thinking that he was being a bad influence on Regulus, simply by voicing his views, which are usually opposite to those of his parents. Regulus had a much softer disposition, however. While Sirius carried about smug confidence and had a deficiency for self-preservation, Regulus reigned in studiousness and quiet wit. Sirius knows that his younger brother is gifted but his bright mind shouldnât be cultivated under such oppressive practices and methods. If that happened, Sirus feared that his darling, little brother's gift would be reduced to nothing. There's no way that Sirius would let that happen to his baby brother, which is why heâs so vocal! ButâŠÂ what's changed?Â
Now he was hesitating, his throat clogged up, his palms were sweatyâŠhe was scared. Scared to have you look at him with disapproval or disappointment. Sirius doesnât know what happened to you, his mother, but youâre different now, he wants to love you and be loved in return. Youâve shown him that you can give the tenderness he desires, youâve proven that heâs loveable and that heâs worth your time and attention.Â
Heâs scared because if he makes a single misstep nowâŠÂ heâs going to lose that. Itâs much harder losing something youâve known, felt, and experienced than losing something that never existed in the first placeâŠ
âMy dears?â you whisper with concern, leaning forward ever so slightly with furrowed brows of worry, âwhatâs wrong?â
âWeâll have to go home to eatâŠâ Regulus confesses softly. He avoids your eyes as he fiddles with the hem of his long-sleeved shirt and completely misses the confused look on your face.Â
âIt is not proper to conclude important errands prematurely,â Sirius explains as if reciting from a rulebook,  â...and we donât want to go home yet eitherâŠâ
âWeâre not stopping entirely,â you reassure, petting their soft hair affectionately and rewarding them with a kind smile as soon as they raise their hopeful faces to you, âweâre just having a lunch break, my loves,âÂ
âYou meanâŠâ Sirius begins.Â
âWeâre eating outside?â Regulus continues. Both look astonished at the notion.Â
âOf course, itâs better than eating back at home,â it then occurs to you a simple explanation for their odd behaviour, âDo you two not want to eat outside?â
âNo!â Sirius jumps over-excited before a flash of realisation flourishes in his grey eyes and he quickly drops back, âNo, itâs not that, m-mother,âÂ
âW-weâve just never eaten outside before,â Regulus explains shyly, âyou have us on a strict dietary regime as a proper gentleman wizard of the Black family should be,â
âIâm putting a stop to that ridiculous âdietâ as soon as we get back,â they perk up at you but are quickly ushered forward to the nearby pub; unable to press you further on the matter.
Stepping into the Leaky Cauldron, you're greeted by the comforting aroma of hearty meals, mingling with the faint scent of crackling firewood and a faint fog of cigarette smoke. The space is a cosy retreat from the chaotic cobblestone streets outside. From the ceiling hangs several candle-lit chandeliers made of blackened iron, its flickering lights casting a warm glow upon the worn wooden tables and mismatched chairs positioned about the room. The walls are lined with shelves displaying an eclectic assortment of magical curiosities - from peculiar potion ingredients preserved in jars to enchanted artefacts that seem to hum with hidden power. An array of portraits decorate two parallel walls above brick archways. The portraits contain inky sketches that move about freely, some interacting with other portraits as a few characters walk between the varying displays. You guess they might be disappointed to realise that their selection of landscapes are largely the same - plain - but having the freedom seemed sufficient for them to stay jovial enough. At the heart of the room stands a grand fireplace, its flames dancing merrily within its brick frame. Its ochre light casts playful shadows across the room, socialising with the silhouettes of fellow bar guests.
Lighting within the pub relied heavily on candles so the atmosphere was quite dim but the tall candle illuminating the centre of your table gave the time spent there a very idyllic ambience. The two were unfamiliar with the menu items so, with their permission and trust, you ordered in their place.
Since Sirius didnât mind what he got, you ordered for him Hunterâs Chicken. Regulus said he had a liking for fish so you got him a classic plate of Fish and Chips. For yourself, you got the cottage pie. For drinks, they got apple juice while you had a hot tea. Thinking back on the bland meals served at the Black family household, youâre certain that they were in for a treat today.Â
It doesnât take long for the meals to be given out after your beverages; thankfully all of your entrees were delivered together. In front of Sirius were two succulent chicken breasts wrapped in smoky bacon and smothered in a rich and tangy barbecue sauce, baked to golden-brown perfection.Â
He takes his first bite and moans in amazement at the taste. The tender chicken yields effortlessly to reveal layers of savoury goodness - the sweet and smoky notes of the bacon harmonising with the bold tanginess of the barbecue sauce. Every mouthful he takes thereafter struggles between going slow or fast, the symphony of textures and tastes, leaves him craving more of the hearty dish. He doesnât think heâs ever tasted something so appetising. Why couldnât the food at home taste like this?
Regulus had before him a plate displaying a golden fillet of flaky fish. Itâs encased in a light and crispy batter, served alongside a generous helping of thick-cut, crispy-on-the-outside-fluffy-on-the-inside chips, garden peas and a small ceramic of tartar sauce. Having not seen this appearance of a fish dish before, Regulus looks up at you with a curious look as if to say âWhat is this?â. You greet his curiosity with a sympathetic but patient gaze.Â
Gently, you urge him to squeeze the lemon slice over the battered fish and nod when he timidly follows your instruction, âNow give it a try, my darling, I promise youâll like it,âÂ
âŠand like it, he did! Â
With each bite, Regulus is met with satisfying crunch after satisfying crush. The exterior is perfectly fried, giving way to the tender fish within. The delicate cod melts in his mouth, introducing the delicate flavour of the fish, complemented by a sprinkle of salt and the squeeze of fresh lemon. Together they create a harmonious balance of savoury and tangy notes that dance happily over his palate.Â
âItâs delicious Mother!â Regulus grins with partially stuffed cheeks and crumbs of the batter decorating his lips. Sirius nods enthusiastically beside him, unable to speak from stuffing his mouth full of his chicken dish.Â
âBig brother, you have to try some!â you watch with a heart swelling up from adoration and pride as Regulus offers a big chunk of his fish and places it onto his brotherâs plate.Â
âYou too Reggie!â Sirius does the same with his chicken, generously offering up a portion from his plate. Once the two try a bite of each otherâs meal, an explosion of ardour lights up their grey eyes, creating a galaxy of endless constellations in their wake. They are so precious.Â
Giggling at their antics, you turn to your dish and begin to eat. In all honesty, seeing them enjoying their food for the first time had your stomach already halfway full. So you happily offered a portion of your cottage pie as well. They wanted to say no but you were much too convincing and when they offered a bite of their dishes, you explained that you were already getting full.Â
They were named after stars but at this moment, their eyes held a galaxy of their own, just from tasting a delicious meal. You want to see them like this all the timeâŠmaybe you should begin cooking in the kitchen again? It was a hobby of yours that you enjoyed, baking too but found limited time to partake in it when your business had exponential growth.
Throughout the meal, you often forgot your unfinished plate to be able to tend to your boys. Theyâre not usually this messy but they were enjoying their food so well that they couldnât help themselves. They havenât tasted food this good before!Â
âYou two are so messy,â you joke, giggling to yourself as you reach over with a napkin to wipe at the edges of their mouths while they chew their food. A look of shame crosses their adorable, sweet faces and they slow their mastication, avoiding your gaze.Â
âSorry mother,â Regulus apologises meekly as Sirius mutters a similar apology beside him.Â
âWhatever for?â you pout at them, âI love seeing you enjoying your meals so much,â their expressions relax slightly when they turn to gaze up to witness your kind smile, âmaybe I should get a cookbook and begin cooking up some delicious meals at home for you two, hmm?â a wide grin overcomes them, their astonishment quickly washing away from their elation at the prospect. Â
âReally mother?!â hopefulness makes Regulusâ voice raise an octave higher as Sirius bashfully stares up at you.Â
âYouâd do that?... For us?â Siriusâ voice comes out unusually shy.Â
âOf course,â you shrug nonchalantly, trying to temper your exuberant grin, âI was getting tired of the dull, tasteless meals anyway,â
The main topic for the next visit was Eeylops Owl Emporium.Â
In your head, you remember the dark feathered owl Sirius owned in the films who had a horrible habit of biting people. Surely it wouldnât affect the timeline drastically if you bought a different owl for him. Itâs been on your mind how you would like to write letters to Sirius regularly, especially during his first year. You might even convince Regulus to join you so you could send your letters together; you didnât want your son getting bit every time you wrote a letter to him so youâll be getting him a different bird for all prospective deliveries.Â
Upon entering the shop, you encourage your boys to explore and keep a lookout for an owl that would be suitable for Sirius to have for school. In the meantime, you tried to pinpoint the owl with the terrible biting habit so that you may be able to steer Sirius away from ever encountering the bird. You donât understand why Sirius would have ever decided to get a bird like that in the first place so if he manages to find it before you and decides he wants it, you donât know how youâll be able to convince him otherwiseâÂ
âThat insolent thing bit me!â as the original Walburgaâs voice enters your head, an image of the familiar black-feathered owl flashes behind your eyelids.Â
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âThe amber-eyed owl, quick as lightning, launches its head forward with a vicious snapping of its beak. Successful in its attack, you reel your arm back â except itâs notyourarm â with a shriek of fright and pain. Upon looking down, you observe the torn fabric of your sleeve as well as the lacerated skin of your arm â still not your arm â which begins to bleed a crimson red. Anger and embarrassment flood your veins as you prepare to curse at the insolent thing but stop when your eyes lock onto the hidden smirk of your eldest son.Â
âI want that one,â he says, a devious twinkle in his eyes. Before you could protest, his negligent and, often, preoccupied father, steps towards the shop clerk to request the owl for purchase. Orion hadnât seen the vicious beast attacking you; too eager to return to his work and rushing through the list of school supplies needed for Sirius' first year. The man you call your husband only has himself to blame for waiting so late, only a week was left before Sirius had to depart for Hogwarts but, thankfully, most delivery services didnât require that long to complete shipment.
âLet's hurry along then,â Orion clicks his tongue in displeasure over the sudden slowing of everyoneâs pace, âwe must be done by noon, I have better things to be doing!â
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âWh-what theâ?â blinking rapidly, your vision of the present slowly returns as you reach out to grasp onto something just to steady yourself. Unlike all other squabbles, the original Walburga doesnât return to elaborate in her screeching voice; she is unusually silent but youâre too dazed to point it out.Â
You donât realise whatâs happened until youâre flinging your arm back with a sharp cry, cradling your arm to your chest.Â
âMother!â Regulus runs up to you with furrowed brows marked by distress, âAre you okay?â he reaches for your arm and you bashfully show him your injury, inflicted onto you by a black-feathered owl. The cheeky thing tilts its head at you as if itâs done nothing wrong and merely proceeds to preen its feathers, unbothered by the whole ordeal â so rude.
âNot that one,â Sirius glares at the malevolent bird, narrow eyes filled with malice before turning to you with a softened look of concern.Â
âItâs alright my darlings,â you smile reassuringly at them both, âitâs just a scratch, letâs look for a different owl, alright?âÂ
It took a while to calm the boys enough to distract them from the mishap and finally return to the task at hand. You're injured but you, thankfully, didnât have to do much to convince Sirius about choosing another owl. OnlyâŠÂ The fact that your injury looks identical to the one that appeared on the arm of (what you assume) is the original Walburgaâs vision, was disconcerting.Â
You make mental notes of everything that happened in the short period, not wanting to ponder on the sinister details just yet, not when you were having such a fun day with your two boys.Â
In the end, Sirius settles on a majestic barn owl with beautiful gold and white feathers. The shopkeeper informed you that the owl was a female as he prepared all the additional items you wanted to have with the owl; treats, a small care guide, its cage, water bowl, food bowl, and all of its necessities. You donât want to acknowledge the shopkeeperâs suspicious gaze as it periodically falls on you. It was beginning to make you feel self-conscious and youâre eager to distract your racing mind. This was probably all original Walburgaâs doing. You know how much of a bitch she is but her reputation is proving to be incredibly troublesome when it comes to interacting with other people.Â
âWhat will you name her, Sirius?â you ask, hoping your voice doesnât give away your discomfort. Thankfully, your question is a good distraction for everyone, including the shopkeeper.Â
âI donât knowâŠâ Sirius ponders to himself, âMaybe⊠hmmm⊠Owletta,â he grins cheekily, proud of himself for the creative name. You can already see the marauder in him and it makes you grin as well.Â
âThat sounds very fitting,â you wink at him as Regulus giggles to himself, enjoying the given name as well, âgreat choice,â
âWhat happened to the last owl you purchased?â the shopkeeper asks suddenly, finally finished with preparing all the items and eying you warily. You feel Sirius and Regulusâ eyes on you from his question as well and hurry to make an excuse. This situation has grown very uncomfortable. Â
âLast owl?â
âYes, the screech owl, from last week,â
âIt was for a giftâŠto a friend,â you smile innocently despite your awkward wording, grateful that the shopkeeper doesnât ask any further questions although he does appear reluctant to hand over Owletta. But with an impatient flap of her large wings, he hands her over inside her cage. She probably felt the taut tension of indecision in the air far worse than you. Â
â10 galleonsâŠâ you gladly hand over payment and usher your boys out.Â
This has the original Walburga's name written all over it.Â
Continuing with the shopping, your next stop was Flourish and Blotts for Siriusâ books. The list of publications needing to be purchased was long, amounting to eight volumes of knowledge ranging from magical creatures to history and magic theory. You were tempted to read through the books yourself and learn a thing or two but didnât want to appear lacking. As unfortunate as it is, youâre supposed to be the Walburga Black, a very proud, âhigh-classâ witch within the wizarding world, meaning that you had to be proficient in, at least, 1st year of wizarding knowledge. Â
Fortunately, there was an owl delivery option for the books, which saves you from carrying the heavy load but youâre beginning to feel sad for the poor owls subjected to delivering such a package. Not only that but you worried for your poor Siriusâ little shoulders and arms having to carry around those heavy books at Hogwarts. You hope to god thereâs a magic bag that could carry many things without transferring the weight onto you. From the books and the delivery fee, everything costs 14 galleons in total.Â
It wasnât listed on the official school supplies list but you had the foresight to go to Scribbulus Writing Instruments to buy an assortment of inks, quills and parchment. Sirius and Regulus were fascinated by the colour-changing inks available, some transitioning between two to three colours and some cycling through much more. At first, you found it odd that they hadnât encountered such a simple and commonplace magical item before until you remembered their parents and all the unfortunate implications that came with that realisation. It made your fists clench in anger and had you impulsively buying a small pot of each colour-changing ink to the surprise and subsequent delight of your two boys.Â
âY-you didnât have to do that Mother,â Regulus comments shyly with a soft pink glow dusting his cheeks as he cradles a small pot of colour-changing ink in his little hands. That particular one was his favourite, if you remember correctly, it transitioned through an array of blue hues. He looks so adorable; you donât know how you were able to resist reaching down to pinch at his pudgy cheeks.Â
âOf course, I had to,â you huff with a playful sternness before leaning down and bringing them in close to whisper for their ears only, it was as if you were telling a century-old secret. Intrigued by your actions, they lean in with rounded eyes of wonder, âBut promise not to tell your father, he doesnât deserve to know about our secret ink stash,â Sirius grins mischievously as Regulus' cheeks dimple. Nodding firmly at each other, your agreement was sealed and the three of you continued with your shopping spree.Â
The next stop was Potageâs Cauldron Shop, where you purchased a small cauldron before getting potioneer equipment and a telescope from Wisearceâs Wizardry Equipment. Again, like all the shops before, it was incredibly touching to be able to see your son's eyes sparkle in fascination and wonderment. You can practically hear their thoughts. Even though Regulus has to wait another year before he can attend Hogwarts, theyâre both glowing with enthusiasm and alacrity to learn and experience something new. It just makes your heart ache a little over how youâre going to be mostly absent from that venture, seeing as Hogwarts is a boarding school. In the meantime, youâll savour having them with you now and spending the little time you have with Sirius worthwhile and carry that on with Regulus while his older brother is at school creating chaos with the rest of the marauders.  Â
Siriusâ assortment of school equipment was quickly piling up and so was his excitement. It was an excitement that proved to be very contagious as Regulus stood to his right, absorbing the delight that flowed from him in wave after beautiful wave. Seeing such precious smiles on their faces, it was hard to believe that the first day or so was filled with them fixing you with permanent scowls or passive expressions that were too mature and ill-suited to their youthful faces. These gorgeous smiles suited them a lot moreâŠÂ and you want to keep it that way.Â
Stepping back out onto the cobblestone streets, you look around with your mental list of shops that still need visiting but find your gaze stopping on the sign of a quaint, unassuming shop dubbed âBelbyâs Potions and Ingredientsâ. You donât remember ever hearing of a shop like this being in Diagon Alley but thatâs to be expected, the world building wasnât very expansive in the Harry Potter movies or books when it came to Diagon Alley, and this is without considering that you were in a different era of the Harry Potter Universe. Youâve already come across some shops that youâve never heard of before but sit comfortably, right at home, amongst the other recognisable shops in the district; this one in particular shouldn't strike you as so intriguing.
âIs that where weâre going next, mother?â Sirius speaks up, snapping you out of your dazed state.Â
Smiling shyly, you make a small confession, âItâs not part of the list, Iâm just hoping for a little detour to get you familiar with potion ingredients before school," you skillfully fib, "is that okay with you boys?â asking for their opinion and giving them a choice to agree or disagree always seemed to make them happy. Itâs a freedom and a luxury, that they were rarely given when under the real Walburgaâs âcareâ so they were more than happy to oblige.Â
âOf course thatâs alright,â Regulus looks past the skirt of your black dress to meet eyes with his brother, âright, Sirius?â
âYeah!â grinning happily, they hold your hands in their much smaller ones and start pulling you along to the shop, their enthusiasm making appear like normal, happy kids, âletâs go, mother!â
Looking up at the sign once more, you allow your curiosity to spring forward. Indeed, you canât recognise this shop before your transfer into the Harry Potter, Marauders era universe but the name âBelbyâ definitely piqued your interest. Itâs on the tip of your tongue but you couldnât quite place where you recognise the name.Â
Entering the shop, you were presently enticed by the entirely separate atmosphere it presented. Unlike most of the other shops that were, either, barely lit or bursting with colour, the atmosphere of this shop was remarkably serene. It was pleasant. A good change of pace. Switching from two extremes of decoration, it was relieving to finally find one that danced in the middle, leaning towards an aesthetic that was homey and unsophisticated.Â
Your two boys were quick to begin surveying the shelves of products themselves - a library of carefully crafted potions and their ingredients. It was clear that they too, were welcomed and put at ease by the cottage-core aesthetic of the dwelling. There were dried bunches of flora hanging from the walls and ceiling, some with cute blossoms, frozen in their prime, whilst other herbage sported brittle stems and frail, veiny leaves. The colours of the ingredients and tightly packed potions meticulously measured into phials were somewhat muted but in a very pretty sense. It was like opening a beloved, ageing book and diving into its wondrous, antiquated tales, freckled with wise passages that transcend all time and languages. The shop was very small but also very charming and well-loved; you felt right at home.
As your two boys weave through the isles of merchandise, a genial voice calls out to you, âWelcome to Belbyâs Potions and Ingredients, Iâm Damocles Belby, how can I help you today?â at the front counter, you observe a man in his mid-thirties with a full beard and moustache framing a no-eye smile. Slowly easing himself out of his merry greeting, his eyelids unfurl to reveal a beautiful pair of honey-amber eyes. He looks kind; his affable demeanour is just as welcoming as his cosy shop.Â
âHello sir,â you hope your smile conveys, at least, half of the warmth of his own, âIâm just taking a look around, thank you,â he gives a soft âahhâ of acknowledgement before nodding, âMy two boys are also around here somewhere. My eldest son will be starting his first year at Hogwarts next month so I wanted him to get a little familiar with the potion ingredients heâll be encountering at school,â
âThatâs a brilliant idea,â Damocles grins in approval, chuckling to himself at your chest swelling with pride for your son, âwhat is your sonâs name?â   Â
âSirius Black,â you announce fondly, the friendly atmosphere coming to a screeching halt when realisation washes over Damoclesâ features. The once cordial air has plunged to freezing temperatures within seconds, prickling your skin with goosebumps.Â
âM-madam Black,â he greets formally with a bow of his head. Itâs clear that Walburgaâs reputation is notoriously menacing but youâre not her and you kindly ask that he refrain from such discretionary (in your eyes) behaviour.Â
âIâm simply a mother to my sons and a wife to my husband,â a disgusting, pile of shit thatâs a complete waste of oxygen, who doesnât deserve the title of father or husband, âthat is all,â your answer doesnât soothe him as youâd hoped it would but your attentions are soon required elsewhere when youâre both drawn to an even cosier corner of the store.Â
Led there by the whisperings of your two sons, both accompanied by a tired yet melodious voice, you are greeted with the most charming sight â your boys sitting at the foot of a rocking chair, where a frail but equally kind-looking woman slumps into, her pale blue eyes shining with fondness at them as she embroiders a shimmering pink thread into a plain square of cloth in her lap. Sheâs dressed modestly, with her top hiding her arms in long lantern sleeves as her collar stretches up her neck. The long skirt of her dress looks layered, puffing up at the sides of her seat and what little skin you would have seen at her ankles are covered in thick socks. You wonder if sheâs cold at all. Or maybe sheâs just a very unobtrusive person with a likeness for coquettish and demure fashions.     Â
âHow do you know how to make the flowers if you donât draw them first?â Regulus asks, peering over her lap in an attempt to catch sight of her work between her elegantly working hands.Â
Sirius nods and adds to the conversation with his question, âYeah, and why arenât you using magic like everyone else?âÂ
âIt comes with a lot of practice,â she answers your baby first before turning to your slightly older baby, âand I do it because I enjoy embroidering; besidesâŠâ she turns her work over to them, allowing you a glimpse of her masterpiece as well, âit always looks prettier when I embroider it myself,â your two boys âooo~â and âaaah~â at her work. The interaction draws a soft giggle from you while the shopkeeper beside you sighs quietly â he sounds relieved.Â
âAre you feeling better, my dear?â Damocles steps up to his wife, placing one hand on the head of the cane thatâs kept beside her rocking chair. His other hand reaches up to curl his fingers into a shy ringlet of her blonde hair. They are a loving couple, a 'one true pair'.Â
âMr Belby, you need to stop being such a worrier,â his wife chides playfully at him, abandoning her embroidery to smile lovingly at her husband, âand besides, thereâs nothing for you to fret about when Iâm around such good company,â her comment makes you smile widely, proud that your two boys were growing a reputation of their own, ones separate from the infamous Black family. You can handle the stares and uncomfortable accommodations for your prominence but you wouldn't stand for them to experience it too.Â
âRight, of course,â Damocles nods with a short but airy chuckle and nods at the boys thankfully when they shuffle their way back to you. Sirius and Regulus had never seen such an affectionate couple before; their parents werenât like that. And, although they wish they could grow up under such a soft and healthy model of love, they know that it wouldnât be possible; to them, mothers and fathers donât normally show affection for each other and that was how it was going to stay between their parents. There was no use in hoping.Â
âYou must be these two young menâs mother,â Damoclesâ wife meets your gaze and smiles, her beauty unable to be masked by her pronounced ailment, âMy name is Ruth Belby, I see youâve already met my worry-wart of a husband,â the two of you share a laugh before youâre able to introduce yourself as well. Unlike her spouse, Ruth's first reaction was not fear but rather surprise, an astonishment that quickly melted into a soft smile.Â
âYou two have a very lovely shop,â Sirius and Regulus nod eagerly by your sides, agreeing with your comment, âitâs so much cosier than all the other shops around here,â
Damoclesâ expression softens, his eyes mirroring sweet honey before he presses a kiss to his wifeâs temple, âItâs all because of my wifeâs keen eye, I catered this place solely for her palatesâ enjoyment,âÂ
âIâm very lucky in that sense,â Ruthâs twinkling laugh rings out as quickly as it gives way to a coughing fit. It sounds as though sheâs trying to hack up a serrated knife, the sound of it making all witnesses' hearts shake with panic except for Damocles', who rushes about to quell her discomfort. He hides his worries well. His expression is completely neutral as he offers her a crisp glass of water, however, his other hand reveals his true sentiments â his true fretfulness. As soon as she's had her fill of the glass, Damocles offers up a phial of magenta liquid that youâre all too familiar with, âdarling, thereâs no need for that,â Ruthâs nose scrunches up at the appearance of the healing potion.Â
âItâs for your own good, please Ruth. I only want for you to feel better, my dear,â she grumbles and whines but eventually gulps down the healing potion, taking a moment to get over the ghastly taste before changing the topic. Your eyes fall onto her with sympathy. That potion is truly disgusting.Â
âThatâs enough about me, I hear that this young man is going to be attending Hogwarts,â Ruth gestures to Sirius as you fondly bring up a hand to comb your fingers through his perfectly permed hair.Â
âYes, heâs growing up far too quicklyâŠâ you hum, melancholic despite only being with your newly acquired sons for a little over a week. Siriusâ ears tint a soft pink and he shyly peeks up at you with pouting lips.Â
âGrowing up is normalâŠâ he utters like a grump.Â
âI know,â you sigh in gentle acceptance, âbut I quite like you as you are right now,â Siriusâ eyes widen in disbelief and his cheeks burn as pink as his ears. Itâs an expression that makes you smile warmly, you like the appearance of it on him, he needs to express it more often, âI want you to stay like this with me just a little bit longer, is that too much to ask?âÂ
â...not really,â you didnât expect him to answer but it was in a whisper so you had to lean down ever so slightly to hear him clearer, âIâll try to stay like this a little longer for youâŠif you want,â his comment, heard by you and Ruth, have you both cooing at him as Regulus grins hard enough for his dimples to show again; his older brotherâs rose-red face is so funny to look at!Â
When it comes time for you, Regulus and Sirius to leave, you thought it would just be a regular goodbye but not for your two boys. They've made good friends with the couple, especially Ruth so a memorable adieu was in order.Â
Regulus bows to Ruth like a true gentleman while Sirius places a small kiss on her knuckles, whereby he then turns to his younger brother and says verbatim: thatâs how a true gentleman bids farewell to a beautiful lady. The gesture of your eldest made Damoclesâ eyes bulge out as Ruth laughed aloud, her shoulders shaking as her eyes lit up in glee. It's a relief that she didn't have a coughing fit this time. You, yourself, donât know why you were so surprised. It appears as though Siriusâ philanderer ways didnât start in Hogwarts; he already had the potential even before attending the boarding school.Â
With another wave of your hand and a glance over your shoulder, you leave the couple whilst leading your two boys to the door in front of you.Â
It was then that you saw itâŠÂ
In Ruth, you saw your past self. It was like looking into a mirror, a mirror into the past where you couldnât have children no matter how desperately you wanted to have ones of your own. Like you, she probably had a list of names picked out in her head already. Like you, she probably pictured their innocent, beautiful faces in the appearance of other children. Like you, she envied the mothers who were able to conceive and desperately wished for a miracle to happen only for that miracle to never materialise. It was a mix of hopeless yearning and doleful forbearance. From your peripheral, you discern a similar impression on Damocles as he stands beside his ill-stricken wife.Â
Damocles BelbyâŠÂ why does that name sound so familiar to you? Â
The boys did so well today. It was long and arduous and you could see the sun beginning to set, however, itâs never too late forâ
âIce cream?â Regulus asks with glittering grey eyes.Â
âWe can have two scoops each,â you announce, eager to reward yourself as well, âwe deserve something delicious for our hard work today,â Regulus was bouncing on the soles of his feet, something both you and Sirius noticed. Â
âYou can go first Reggie,â Sirius smiles at his little brother, who turns to you with pleading eyes.
âCan I choose my flavours myself?â he asks to which you smile and nod. Eagerly, he looks through the collection of available ice cream and decides to go for, âone scoop of strawberry and peanut butter, and one scoop of apple crumble please,â he seems proud of his order and is soon savouring it with the happiest expression on his face. Itâs unexpected but he, undoubtedly, has a sweet tooth. A studious, quiet boy with a secret love for sweet things - how charming and precious.Â
âCan I have one scoop of the clotted cream, and one scoop of the sticky toffee pudding please,â just like Regulus, Sirius was soon delving into his ice cream too, both teetering on the edge of wanting to devour the rare, cold treat whilst also trying to make it last as long as possible. You giggle at their antics briefly before ordering your own two scoops from the same vendor who smiles at you kindly. In his gaze and wrinkled but dexterous fingers, familiar and elegant with their motions, express a love for his craft and a love for those who show their appreciation of it â the simple act of enjoying their ice cream was payment enough to him.Â
âThank you kindly, sir,â
âNot at all mam, enjoy yer ice creams,â the man offers a slight tip of his head upon accepting payment.Â
On a nearby bench, Sirius, Regulus and you sit quietly together and finish your doubly topped cones, taking the time to observe passing wizards and witches while enjoying the little time you have left of your day out shopping. You donât think the day could have gone any better, and Sirius and Regulus donât think anything would be able to transcend the fun theyâve had.Â
Meeting each otherâs eyes, Sirius and Regulus silently agree that today has been the best day theyâve ever had, not knowing that you have plenty of great days lined up for them.Â
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enemies to lovers with rafe. you go on a road trip with your friends (including topper etc..). one night reader and the rest of the friendgroup gets high and reader and rafe ends up fucking. pretty pretty please
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content warning drug use
You donât know why Rafe hates you so much. Since you set out on your road trip this morning, heâs been standoffish. But thatâs nothing new from him. Heâs always had an attitude reserved specifically for you.
Youâve always assumed he didnât like you butting in on guy time, but Topper and Kelce have been your best friends since you were kids. Youâre not going to stop spending time with them just because Rafe doesnât want you around.
Youâre in the backseat with Kelce, windows down as Rafe drives and Topper controls the music. Youâve been on the road for a few hours now, sights set on a beach house you rented to spend the night in.
When you stop at a gas station, Topper and Kelce pile out of the car to load up on snacks. Youâre slower than them as you collect your things. You notice Rafe waiting by your open door, stood between the car and the pump.
âToday,â he snaps. You realize heâs trying to get to the gas tank.
âYou can go around,â you reply.
âI shouldnât have to,â he says tensely. âWhy are you so fucking slow?â
You slide out of your seat and your feet find the ground, shutting the door and facing Rafe. He towers over you with a clenched jaw, glaring down at you.
âYou have your whole life to be an asshole,â you mutter. âCanât you take a day off? For once?â
He only gives you the same glare youâve been on the receiving end of for months.
âWhatâs your problem?â you ask.
âMy problem?â he mutters. Instead of your usual sharp retort, Rafe watches your face fall ever so slightly.
âWhat did I do to you?â you say softly, at a loss for why heâs always so combative towards you.
He scoffs and brushes past you, no regard for personal space as his body presses against yours. You hate that the feeling sends a rush of arousal through you. You despise him, but you canât deny that heâs attractive.
As Rafe fills up the gas tank, he thinks about how much he hates that you look at him like that. Like youâre revolted by him.
He shakes his head. Youâre so goddamned stuck-up. From the moment he met you, he could tell youâd never even glance in his direction. He never stood a chance and you love to make it obvious.
When you arrive at the beach house, you have dinner with your friends, ignoring Rafe like usual. The four of you head down to the beach to get high and watch the sunset.
Rafe trails behind you as you make your way to the shore, watching the way your ass moves with every step, feeling himself getting hard like he always does when he stares at you too long.
After a few puffs of the joint, your head starts swimming with bliss. You sit by the shore together, feet digging into the soft sand, warm wind pressing against your skin, soaking every sensation in.
Rafe watches the way the setting sun hits your features. He knows heâs not sober if heâs admitting to himself that youâre beautiful. Heâs supposed to hate you.
The conversation between your friends is silly and hard to follow as it always is when you get high together. Youâre not sure how much time passes when the boys call it a night.
You decide to stay sitting on the beach alone, letting the high wash over you as the waves pull up and down the shore, the moonlight glistening on the water.
Rafeâs been thinking about how you looked at him earlier today all night. The way you asked him what you did to him is turning over and over in his mind and he canât shake it.
He decides to knock on your door after everyone has already gone to bed, but you donât answer. When he looks out of the glass patio doors and spots your silhouette way out in the distance, he makes his way out into the warm night.
You hear someone say your name. Youâre speechless when you turn to see Rafe walking towards you, shirtless, hair wet from the shower, hands stuffed in the pockets of his sweatpants. You try not to stare.
You canât think of why the hell he would come here. If you two arenât arguing, youâre ignoring each other.
âWhat?â you finally say, scowling. Rafe sits next to you, making your brows furrow in confusion.
Youâve never been plunged into privacy with him like this before.
Rafe doesnât know whatâs gotten into him. It must be a twisted mix of the weed and the way you looked at him and how long heâs been grappling with the fact that he wants you.
âYou wanna know what you did to me?â he asks. âWhat you did - what you keep fucking doing is looking at me like that.â
âLike what?â
âLike you-â He takes a breath, irritation and confusion and vulnerability gripping him. âLike youâre disgusted by me.â
âRafe,â you scoff. God, even the way you say his name is spiteful. âYouâre joking, right? Youâve been mean to me since we met.â
âBecause you hate me for no fucking reason.â
âYou thought I hated you, so you decided to hate me back?â you snap. âYouâre ridiculous. You canâŠâ
You were about to tell him he can leave you alone now, but the depth in his stare and the movement of his rising and falling chest and the sight of his big, bare arms propped up on his knees ignites lust to curl deep in your core.
âI can what?â he says, leaning closer to you. You can smell his sharp body wash, eyes widening when you notice just how nice his lips are.
Itâs a look youâve never given him before. At least, heâs never seen it himself.
âYou always such a fucking mouth on you. Now you wonât talk?â he scoffs. âI can what? Do this?â
He leans even closer, eyes half-lidded as he gazes down at you, his mouth an inch away from yours. He hovers, so prideful that heâs forcing you to have to make the final move.
âYou can do whatever you want,â you mutter, throwing the pressure back onto him.
Rafe canât control himself anymore. He cups your cheek roughly, crashing his lips onto yours so hard that you jolt backwards. He doesnât lose contact, shoving you down to the ground, grinding his growing cock against you.
His mouth is hot, his tongue pushing into your mouth with fervor. You canât believe that someone you thought despised you is touching you like this.
Your hands roughly drag up Rafeâs warm, firm back and he smiles against your lips, revelling in the feeling of you wanting him, too.
He could have been doing this instead of arguing with you? How much time has he wasted?
Eager hands slip under your shirt and when he dips into your bra to palm your breasts, he exhales sharply. He pulls back, his breath on your cheek as he kneads you, thumbs rubbing over your nipples.
âWhatever I want, huh?â he rasps. âWhat if I want to fuck you?â
âThen do it,â you reply, your own words shocking you.
Your shorts are soon bunched into a pile by your feet between hard kisses. His hand settles between your legs, pushing your panties to the side, his fingers dipping between your folds, spreading you open.
âDamn,â Rafe whispers, running his hand up and down your wet core. You feel so fucking perfect. This is what heâs been missing out on?
The sensation of his smooth, slow strokes gives you goosebumps. It feels amazing all on its own, but combined with the solace of the drugs in your system, itâs otherwordly.
Rafe dips past the waistband of his sweats and pulls his cock out, almost breathless when he lines himself up against your entrance.
You spread your legs wider, needy for him. He looks down at you, the planes of his handsome face shadowed by the night, as he slowly fills you, every inch better than the last.
He loves the way you squeeze your eyes shut and gasp as he bottoms out inside you. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as he rocks back and forth, thrusts quickly getting hard and fast.
Rafe grips your face with one hand, squeezing your cheeks and tilting your head to look at him. You meet his eyes, your moans louder than the waves crashing behind you.
He finds your clit with ease, rubbing in circles, making you tremble when you reach your peak. His thrusts get sloppy as you cum, following you quickly, mumbling a string of fuckâs with his orgasm.
Rafe collapses on top of you, your breaths fast and shallow.
When he sits up to gaze at you again, he thinks about how this blissful, fucked out look on your face is so much better than the glares youâre always giving him. And he wants to keep earning this specific look from you over and over and over again.
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Stalker X Stalker AU - Dom! Lee Minho/Sub Gender Neutral! Reader
*smut part - AFAB/AMAB
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"Good morning, gorgeous," you whispered, taking a few silent photos from the roof into Minho's room. His sleeping body looked so precious with Dori snuggled against his face. You shuddered an exhale, licking your lips as you pulled away. Minho chuckled, watching you through his phone, "Kitty, you look so desperate," he cooed, zooming in. You realigned your camera, disappointed to see him sitting up, "It's too early, darling. You should sleep more," you whispered, watching Minho scroll on his phone.Â
Minho crossed his legs, his back facing the window, "Aww, they're sulking," he chuckled, endeared by your obvious pouting. You hummed, watching the time on your watch, "It's almost here," you whispered, keeping your camera in exchange for a burner phone. The parcel arrived at Minho's doorstep, "I didn't order anything," he murmured, bringing it into his room. You gulped, shakily calling his number.Â
Minho felt his phone ring and picked it up, "Hello?" he asked, making your breath hitch. You turned on your voice modifier, "Hope you like the gift, darling. It's curated for you," you said, breathing heavily. Minho bit back a smirk, "How did you find my address?" he asked, faking a worried victim. You shivered at his voice, "You shouldn't sign random forums, pretty. You wouldn't know who's getting them," you said, before hanging up.
Minho faced away from his window, chuckling into his palm. Making it seem like it was crying with his shaking shoulders. Guilt swirled within you but you knew the gift would cheer him up. Minho wiped the tears in his eyes, "Such a sweetheart," he cooed, tugging on the ribbon. The box was a stunning red with a cream coloured ribbon.Â
Minho lifted the lid and his eyes widened, "This isn't fair, kitty," he smiled, seeing his favorite pudding, cat treats for his children and a lovely looking letter. He shuddered, smelling a tinge of blood coming from the letter, "As much as I don't like knowing you got hurt, kitten. You really do excite me," he groaned, opening the letter. It wrote:Â
"To my dearest darling,Â
Was my gift to your satisfaction, I wanted to make you feel special. I hope I didn't scare you too much. The way your face lights up when you take a bite of pudding makes my heart swell. I'm always watching, gorgeous. Please dream of me.
Your admirer,"
At the bottom of the letter lies a kiss mark, Minho gulped, tracing the perverted stain, "Fuck, your lips look pretty," he whispered, checking his phone if you were still on the roof. After seeing the empty rooftop, he kissed the mark and held the letter close to his chest, "Definitely one for my collection," he chuckled, opening a secret door being his clothes, a room filled with pictures and items you've used before. "I wanted to extend our little game but after today. I don't think I can hold back," he chuckled, messaging his friend to set him up on a blind date.
You huffed, getting dressed for a date you don't want, "Lix, I told you. I'm not interested in dating right now," you sulked, letting him comb your hair. Felix chuckled, "It's just one. Plus, Jisung said it was their treat. So, you get a free meal and have a good time," he said, patting your shoulders. You frowned, "I guess," you murmured, looking into the mirror. Felix really dolled you up, your lips plump and glossy.Â
Your eyebags covered nicely. It was a total one-eighty from your usual attire. Felix nuzzled his cheek against yours, "Ready?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. You gulped, "Ready as I'll ever be," you said, grabbing the necessaries. Minho loosened his tie, "It's time," he whispered, waiting for you at the table. He laced your glass with sleeping powder, hoping this date would go smoothly. You exhaled, pushing open the door.Â
You faked a smile and looked for the table number. 'No way,' you thought, seeing your darling, sitting where your date was suppose to be. Excitement flooded your senses, 'Is this a dream?' you thought, making your way to the table. You tapped the table, "Are you Jisung's friend?" you asked, trying to be calm as possible. Minho smiled, nodded his head, "That's me. My name's Minho," he introduced, reaching out his hand.Â
You wanted nothing more than to screenshot this moment like an otome game, "Nice to meet you, Minho," you said, taking his hand. Minho crossed his legs, hiding his growing bulge, 'My name just glides off their tongue. I can't wait to hear them cry it,' he thought, gesturing you to sit down. You took a sip of water, finding the taste to be odd but you didn't want to ruin the mood, "Have you ordered?" you asked, wondering why the table didn't have any menu.Â
Minho nodded, "I have, it's allergen free. I didn't want to you wait long for dinner," he said, pouring you more water. You beamed, "Thank you for your consideration," you said, sipping more of the water. Minho allowed his mind to spin, your pretty smile, your stunning figure, the way you dressed up for the occasion. A brief thought of jealousy surged through his thoughts, 'They dressed up not knowing it was me. Does that mean that anyone would've since my kitten like this?' he thought, gripping his knife.Â
You anxiously glanced peeks at him, his pronounced jawline, his piercing eyes, the veins on his arms. 'Fuck,' you thought, trying to keep your eyes from rolling back at the thought of his fingers pounding your hole apart. The waitress placed your dishes on the table, "Enjoy," she said, walking away. You jolted from your dazed, smiling at Minho, "Dig in," you beamed, eating your dinner.Â
Minho did the same, watching your movements get more sluggish from the powder. 'Don't worry, kitty. I'll take great care of you,' he thought, enjoying the night.
You groaned, waking up in an oddly familiar room. One you've only seen through your digital camera. One you've come to love over the years. You tried to sit up, only to feel your wrists tug against the bed frame. Minho chuckled, sitting by the window the whole time, "Slept well, kitten?" he asked, moving towards you. He stroked your hair, gently grazed your arms and thighs for any weapons you kept hidden.Â
You gulped, pressing your legs together, trying to hide your dagger between your thighs. Minho clicked his tongue, "Now, now. Good kittens don't hide dangerous things," he cooed, brushing his hands between your inner thighs. His smirk grew, feeling a leather holster. He unclasp the holster and placed it aside, "There we go, all helpless for me," Minho chuckled, brushing your hair.Â
You couldn't help but feel aroused, every sense in your body melting into his dominating presence. Minho hummed, "For a perverted little kit, you sure are obedient aren't you? Did you like watching me, sweetheart. Do you touch yourself while stalking me?" he asked, holding your neck. You moaned from the pressure, you eyes hazy with pleasure, "I do. I'm sorry, Minho. I'm sorry," you whimpered, tears spilling down your cheeks.Â
Minho cooed, tightening his grip, "You're not sorry at all, kitten. I love hearing your unbashful moans when you ride your pretty little dildo," he chuckled, loving the confusion on your face. "What?" you whispered, staring up at him. Minho traced your bottom lip, "You should really close your windows, kitten. It was so easy to hook up a camera in your room," he said, booping your nose. You moaned at the realisation, "You know everything?" you asked, desperation lacing your tongue. Minho kissed your forehead, "Everything, kitty. You're not the only one who's been watching," he chuckled, stroking your cheek.
NSFW BELOW CUT
AFAB
"Hhgh, hah, hah," you moaned, riding his cock at a relentless pace. Minho chuckled, spanking your plush ass, "Clench for me, kitten," he growled, thrusting his hips upwards in tandem with your bounce. You did as told, your ribbed walls contracting around his girthy veiny hot cock, "Hah! Good, so good," you whined, burying your face into his chest.Â
Minho groaned, his fat cockhead kissing your tiny crevix with each thrust, "How many times have you imagined this, kitty? Tell me," he growled, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. You hiccuped, gasping and moaning into his chest, "Every other day. Needed you, needed you so bad," you sobbed, licking his puffy nipple.ïżœïżœ
Minho groaned into your hair, his face buried in the scent of your shampoo, "Yeah? Needed my Fat. Throbbing. Cock. dragging within your swollen little cunt, huh? I watched you play with that girthy dildo the other day. Tell me which is better, kitty. My cock or that toy?" He rambled into your ear, his tongue licking your earlobe with a lewd squelch.Â
You whimpered, shuddering within his hold, "Your cock. Yours Minho," you cried, tears dripping onto his chest. Minho grunted, pumping his thick shaft up your cunt, his hand reaching down to rub your puffy clit, "Say my name. Say it," he growled, picking up the pace. You arched your back, clawing his chest in sheer pleasure, "Minho! Min, Min, Hhgh," you whimpered, your thighs sore and aching.Â
Minho groaned, feeling his cockhead ease beneath your cervix, "Cum for me, sweetheart. Let me feel your obsession," he hissed, feeling you clench hard around his shaft. Broken moans escaped your lips, drool got mixed with your tears and snot. "Hah, hhgh, cumming!" You gasped, creaming around his throbbing cock. Minho groaned, his head pounding from your tight searing cunt.Â
"Fuck, fuck, hah," you moaned, his semen coating your inner walls white. You panted, catching your breath from the raw intensity. Minho kissed your forehead, "You can't escape me now, sweetheart," he whispered, licking your jaw. You clenched around his sensitive cock, "Neither can you, darling," you beamed, staring into his equally possessive gaze.
AMAB
"Hhgh, hah, hah," you moaned, riding his cock at a relentless pace. Minho chuckled, spanking your plush ass, "Clench for me, kitten," he growled, thrusting his hips upwards in tandem with your bounce. You did as told, your ribbed walls contracting around his girthy veiny hot cock, "Hah! Good, so good," you whined, burying your face into his chest.Â
Minho groaned, his fat cockhead kissing your tiny prostate with each thrust, "How many times have you imagined this, kitty? Tell me," he growled, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. You hiccuped, gasping and moaning into his chest, "Every other day. Needed you, needed you so bad," you sobbed, licking his puffy nipple.Â
Minho groaned into your hair, his face buried in the scent of your shampoo, "Yeah? Needed my Fat. Throbbing. Cock. dragging within your swollen little hole, huh? I watched you play with that girthy dildo the other day. Tell me which is better, kitty. My cock or that toy?" He rambled into your ear, his tongue licking your earlobe with a lewd squelch.Â
You whimpered, shuddering within his hold, "Your cock. Yours Minho," you cried, tears dripping onto his chest. Minho grunted, pumping his thick shaft up your hole, his hand reaching down to rub your puffy cockhead, "Say my name. Say it," he growled, picking up the pace. You arched your back, clawing his chest in sheer pleasure, "Minho! Min, Min, Hhgh," you whimpered, your thighs sore and aching.Â
Minho groaned, feeling his cockhead ease against your prostate, "Cum for me, sweetheart. Let me feel your obsession," he hissed, feeling you clench hard around his shaft. Broken moans escaped your lips, drool got mixed with your tears and snot. "Hah, hhgh, cumming!" You gasped, creaming between your torsosâ. Minho groaned, his head pounding from your tight searing hole. "Fuck, fuck, hah," you moaned, his semen coating your inner walls white. You panted, catching your breath from the raw intensity. Minho kissed your forehead, "You can't escape me now, sweetheart," he whispered, licking your jaw. You clenched around his sensitive cock, "Neither can you, darling," you beamed, staring into his equally possessive gaze.
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Not So Smart Now (S.R.)
Spencerâs intelligence and cocky attitude has always infuriated you. So, when given the chance, you revel in putting him in his place.
Word Count: 2,882
EXPLICIT CONTENT MINORS DNI!!
Warnings: sub!s7!Spencer, dom!reader, smut, unprotected sex, hate sex, dumbification, slapping, degradation, alcohol consumption, language
cocky Spencer is so yummy I wanna rip him apart
This case had been rough. The unsub had slipped through your fingers again and again and each time it seemed like he slipped further away. You forced your eyes to focus as you combed through a plethora of files, trying desperately to find something that could link the unsub to his victims. You sipped your coffee like your life depended on it, but not even the caffeine could help you find what you were missing. Morgan was sitting opposite you and he sighed in frustration. Emily paced back and forth going through the case in her head. You were all stumped.
You looked up at the investigation board, trying to give your eyes a rest from the tiny black letters theyâd been staring at. You scanned the photos of the crime scenes. All of the women were found dead in their backyard. Drowned in the clean blue waters of their outdoor pools. You raised a brow, your eyes flicking frantically between the photos. The clean⊠blue⊠CLEAN!
âOh my God, thatâs it!â you exclaimed, springing out of your chair in excitement. Emily and Morgan looked at you with expectant expressions.
âWhat?â Emily asked after you stared in awe at what youâd missed for so long.
âAll the pools, they were-,â you began, but just as you were about to explain your theory, Spencer burst through the door, not even aware that you were revealing a crucial part of the case, and began rambling.
âGuys, all the pools were cleaned the day each victim was killed. There wasnât so much as a leaf or a bug sitting on the surface of the water. So, I checked, and they all hired the same pool cleaner.â
Spencer set a file down on the table that contained a picture of the guy you assumed was the unsub that had been evading you for so long. But you couldnât even feel relief that youâd finally found him. Because you didnât find him. Well, you wouldâve if Spencer âboy geniusâ Reid hadnât of found him first.
The team rifled through photos and records of the unsub for a few minutes before Morgan finally asked you, âOh, what was it you figured out?â
You glanced over at Spencer with a look that could kill before answering, âIt doesnât matter now. I think Spencerâs got it all covered.â Your voice was higher pitched than usual as you tried your best to fake a pleasant tone. You plastered a false smile on your face and Morgan shrugged, looking back down at the pages on the table.
You tried to follow suit, picking up a page printed with the guyâs phone records. You knew the only thing on your mind should be figuring out how to find this son of a bitch. But you couldnât concentrate. You were literally seconds away from saying exactly what Spencer said before he stormed in and stole your thunder. He did it all the time. And you hated him for it.
The case was solved and the unsub was found. As always, the team congratulated Spencer on figuring it all out. And you allowed them to. One thing didnât want to do was make a fuss and say you solved it too. But if he smiled that stupid, cocky smile one more time, you werenât sure if youâd be able to contain your anger. And sure enough, you couldnât.
You had just touched down at Quantico. You walked with Emily and JJ to the bullpen to collect some things before leaving. Then, as always, you ended up standing around your desk chatting about the case.
âI donât think Iâve ever drunk as much coffee in a 24 hour period than I did on that case,â Emily laughed.
âIt was rough,â JJ sighed. âIâm glad we got him. I donât know how many pools there are in Florida but if we hadnât of caught him Iâm sure he wouldnât have run out of victims.â
You smiled. Finally this was something that would prove your intelligence to the group.
âActually thereâs one mill-,â
âThere are one million, five hundred and ninety thousand pools in Florida.â
You turned around to glare at whoâd interrupted you. Your eyes narrowed when you saw Spencer sitting at his desk. He hadnât even looked up from his computer before heâd stolen your opportunity to be smart.
âOh my God!â you shouted, your eyes widening in disbelief. Of course he had interrupted you again.
Spencer turned to face you at the sound of your raised voice. A puzzled expression spread across his face. He was clueless. He didnât even know he was doing it.
You knew you should just let it slide and say, âYeah, thatâs correct,â or âThatâs what I was going to say,â but you couldnât this time. You were done putting up with him constantly undermining you.
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â you said, almost laughing at just how much of an ignorant asshole he was.
âHuh?â Spencer grunted, getting up from his desk and walking towards the three of you.
âYou donât even know what youâre doing, do you?â you asked. You stepped forward so there were only inches between the two of you. Your eyes stared daggers into his.
Spencer shook his head in confusion, his breath wavering slightly. You pretended not to notice the blood rush from his face and down his neck towards⊠Nope. You werenât thinking about that.
âYou know what, just forget it,â you said, stepping away from him. âYouâre not worth my time.â You grabbed your bag, stormed out of the building, got in your car, and sped home.
It had been about thirty minutes since youâd slammed your apartment door, grabbed a bottle of vodka from your cabinet and sat on your couch, scrolling aimlessly through random TV channels. You drank straight from the bottle, your mind reeling with hatred for Spencer. It was like he had some sort of radar that could sense when you were going to say something impressive. And when that radar went off, he had to come in and ruin everything. He was such a know-it-all. And maybe he did know it all, but he didnât have to rub it in everyoneâs faces all the time.
You took another swig from the bottle and sighed. You had no idea how you were going to face him the next day. Being on the team with him was becoming insufferable. You had to do something to stop yourself from wanting to punch him every time you saw him.
It was just past midnight, but you were still wide awake, when you heard a knock on your door. Your brow furrowed as you considered who it could be at this late hour. You set the bottle of vodka on the coffee table and went to unlock the door. When the door swung open your eyes darkened at the figure in front of you. It was Spencer.
âWhat is your problem with me?â he asked, not even bothering to say hello.
You let out an uncontrollable laugh of sheer anger at his utter obliviousness. The only reason he should be showing up at your door in the middle of the night was to apologise. And yet here he was, not even aware of what heâd done wrong.
âYou are unbelievable,â you sighed, turning away from the door and walking back into your apartment. Spencer took that as an invitation to come in, so he stepped forward and shut the door behind him.
âNo, seriously, why donât you like me?â he insisted. âBecause I canât think of anything Iâve done to you that should make you act like this.â
Spencerâs voice raised and his tone became sharp. You couldnât believe this. He was angry? He had no right to be angry with you.
âWell, Doctor Reid, maybe youâre not as smart as you think you are if you canât figure out something thatâs so painfully obvious,â you snapped.
âEnlighten me, then. Tell me why you hate me so much,â Spencer retorted.
âNo,â you said. âIf you canât see what youâre doing wrong then Iâm not telling you.â
âTell me why you hate me and Iâll tell you why I hate you.â
You paused for a moment. You knew your feelings towards him were of hatred, but you had no idea he returned those feelings. Now you were curious
âI hate you because you canât shut up for one second to let someone else say something smart for once,â you began hastily, desperate to know what he hated about you, but also relieved to get everything off your chest. âEveryone knows youâre a genius, Spencer. You donât need to prove it all the damn time.â
âWhat, so you hate me because Iâm smart?â Spencer questioned.
âNo, I hate you because you donât let anyone else be smart. I hate you because you get that stupid little grin on your face every time you say something smart.â You began walking towards him, slowly backing him against the wall. âI hate you because every time I see you I have to force myself not to slap that cocky grin right off your face.â
Spencer stayed silent for a moment. He was almost right up against the wall. Your face was so close to his you could feel his breath. You could also feel something else starting to grow in his pants.
âWell, donât force yourself this time,â Spencer breathed.
âWhat?â you asked, confused.
âHit me,â he said bluntly, his mouth widening into that familiar, infuriating grin.
âOh, donât tempt me,â you said, taking a step back.
âNo, do it. Hit me,â he said, genuinely.
You gave him a hesitant look but he continued to smirk like he was the smartest man alive. You made up your mind. He was giving you the opportunity and you werenât going to turn it down. You raised your hand and slapped him hard on the cheek. Spencer whined and his hand flew to his face. He rubbed the red mark that was appearing on his cheekbone but his eyes never left yours. And that stupid grin remained on his face.
âJust out of curiosity, is there anything you do like about me?â
You seriously considered his question. You tried to think of one thing you liked about him. It was harder than you thought. Until you remembered the way his breath hitched when you got near him.
âI like that when you look at me your dick gets hard,â you said calmy, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away from his face. âI like that I have the power over you to make you do that.â You traced your fingers over the red spot where your hand hit his cheek. âYou might be a genius but youâre still just a man. You have needs.â With your other hand, you lightly touched the bulge in his pants. He swallowed but still his eyes remained locked on yours. âYour mind might be one of the greatest of our time, but your body is just like every other manâs. You say you hate me but your bodyâs telling me something very different. Itâs pathetic.â You pushed him back again so he hit the wall. âI could lower your IQ one hundred points just by fucking you,â you whispered.
âWanna bet?â Spencer raised an eyebrow.
Without hesitation you slammed your lips onto his. He whimpered as his head hit the wall behind him, but soon he melted into the kiss. You could feel his lips curl upwards against yours. He was fucking smiling. He was enjoying this. That only enraged you more. You pushed yourself away from him and glared at him.
âCome here,â you said, turning around and walking towards your bedroom. You escorted Spencer inside the dimly lit room and turned to face him again. You looked down at the ever-growing bulge in his pants and began unbuckling his belt in silence. He sighed when you pulled down his underwear.
âYou know what? I excepted more from you, Doctor Reid,â you said finally, smirking down at his below average sized cock that was now fully exposed to you.
Spencer said nothing, but, for the first time, his eyes drifted away from yours.
âOh, donât worry. Thatâs not a bad thing,â you smiled, wrapping your hand around it. âThat just means I can take it for longer.â
You picked up the pace of your hand and Spencer moaned quietly. His head fell to lean on your shoulder and he sucked a spot on your neck. Eventually, you lifted your hand from his dick and began unbuttoning his shirt. When you pulled his shirt off his arms you turned your mouth to his ear and whispered, âIâm going to fuck you dumb.â
You pushed him down onto the bed. He lay there while you undressed, taking in your figure. You climbed on top of him and his hands immediately travelled to your thighs. He stared up at you with that smart ass glint in his eye. He wouldnât look like that for long.
You didnât flinch as you lowered yourself onto his dick. Spencer squirmed slightly beneath you, trying his best to stifle a whimper.
âI- I know a ton of other facts about Florida, you know. Not just how many pools there areâ he said, his smugness slowly draining from his body as you rode him.
âYou wonât know them for long,â you smiled, alternating your pace between fast and slow. Your inconstant rhythm was torturing Spencer.
âItâs state flower is the orange blossom,â he said confidently. âAnd itâs the flattest US state.â
âShut up,â you whispered, anger flaring up in you again. You wished you could tear his brain right out of his head.
âItâs also 65,758 square m-miles, making it the 22nd largest s-state,â he continued, his words slowly starting to slur.
You looked down at the egotistical smile that was still plastered on his face, despite his stuttering. âShut up!â you said, raising your voice. You lifted your hand and slapped him again. Harder this time. The whimper that Spencer had been holding in since you started finally escaped his lips.
And, at last, he shut up. The only noise he made was the occasional whine every time you quickened your pace.
âYou masochistic fuck,â you laughed, grabbing his shoulders as your thighs began to burn. âAll I had to do was hit you again and youâre reduced to a whimpering mess.â
âShit,â Spencer breathed. âI- Iâm go-.â But he couldnât even warn you before you felt his cum shoot inside of you.
âNot so smart now, huh Doc?â you said shakily. Your breathing was ragged but that didnât stop you. It didnât matter that Spencer was finished. You werenât.
Spencer didnât get time to recover from his high as you immediately began to pick up your pace again, grinding harder and harder as his cum seeped out between your legs.
âWhy donât you tell me another fact?â you taunted. He looked as though he couldnât speak, never mind tell you a fact. âWhat about an easy one? Whatâs the population of Florida?â you asked.
âItâs, uh- I donât-. Fuck, I donât know,â he stuttered.
âSeems like I won the bet then,â you panted. His hips jerked up and you moaned at the sudden movement. Finally seeing Spencer a pathetic heap below you sent you over the edge. You came without a uttering a word. The sensation caused Spencer to shake beneath you as he came for the second time.
You rolled off him and sighed. Spencerâs chest moved rapidly up and down as he tried to catch his breath.
âFuck,â he said under his breath, brushing his hands through his hair.
âWhat? Are you annoyed that I made you dumb?â you asked, your voice laced with patronization. He rolled his eyes at you and you turned onto your side so your face was close to his.
âYou know, you never told me why you hate me,â you said, running your finger down his chest, making his stomach tense.
âIt doesnât matter,â Spencer mumbled, his face flushing slightly.
âYes it does,â you argued. âI told you, so now you have to tell me.â
Spencer hesitated for a moment before he whispered, barely audibly, âI hate you because⊠Well, I-.â
âI canât hear you,â you said, looking at him expectantly.
âI hate you because Iâve wanted you to do that to me since the day I met you,â he blurted out.
You chuckled, grabbing his chin between your finger and thumb. âWell, if youâd told me that when you met me then this couldâve happened a lot sooner.â
âYou wanted this to happen?â Spencer asked, a smile forming on the corners of his mouth.
âI wanted to prove youâre not a genius all the time. The sex is just an added bonus,â you explained.
Spencerâs cocky grin appeared back on his face and in an instant you were reminded of how much you detested him.
âOh, itâs a bonus?â Spencer smirked. âDoes that mean you want to do it again?â
You scoffed at his confidence. âI hate you,â you groaned, as you climbed back on top of him, ready to leave him a dumb, pathetic mess once more.
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May I have this dance?
Sebastian Solace x Reader
"Surely, you must be joking."
"Quite the contrary."
He fiddled with the old gramophone, making a few final adjustments in order to get it to function properly once more. All the while he was casually holding his cigarette with his third hand, elegantly tapping the ash away when necessary.
Sebastian had amassed an impressive collection of vinyl records, arranging them according to his tastes. He had done so in a similar manner with his books and research files. You loved watching him sort out his inventory.
It was so unusually domestic, the mingling scents of coffee and cigarette smoke, the presence of warm blankets and pillows on the sofa he had hauled from an unspecified location in the vast facility. Undoubtedly from various loungers that the scientists would once find comfort in before the breach in security.
You cleared your throat, trying to get his attention once more.
"Seb, be realistic. We cannot dance together. I don't even know how to"
"I am certain the youth refers to this as a "skill issue" nowadays. Painter had discovered a whole thesaurus of modern slang, heaven help us all."
"I am not even going to comment this. My point still stands. Besides, you do not even have legs."
"What I do have is creative solutions to complex problems. We crush obstacles, do we not? Ah, there we go. Good as new."
He placed the needle on a record.
Music. Soft jazz, soothing yet playful, unpredictable in its rhythm, improvising, moving from whimsical and exciting tunes to the more melancholic melodies. In many ways, it conveyed Sebastian's own soul perfectly.
He offered his clawed hand, grinning and waiting for you to inevitably accept his offer. Reluctantly, you accepted.
His tail began to tap in a certain rhythm against the floor, as if setting the tempo you should follow along with the music. Confused, you saw his other two arms approach you, all three serving as if they were makeshift dance partners.
Before you knew it, he was making you move and sway as if you were a combination of a puppet on a string and a music box ballerina. He made you twirl, glide, turn, almost hypnotic.
At a certain point, he snapped his fingers, and suddenly the room was completely dark, save for the lone light of his esca.
"See? You do not need to know where to go or what to do, you are only to follow as I say. Trust me and you will never have to worry about anything ever again."
"Seb, I am tired."
"I am sure we can get a few more pirouettes out of you, pet."
"Well, at least I am getting free cardio training here."
You took deep breaths as your puppet master played with you, demanding yet gentle, firm yet rewarding you with tenderness when it was due. As you were about to collapse, he caught you, pulling you into his lap.
Soft kisses were placed on your head, cheeks and lips.
His body began to sway, akin to the ocean waves, his arms cradling you.
Sebastian was truly like the ocean itself, simultaneously a cooling haven that embraced you in your feverish nightmares and a cold unyielding tomb that one could not escape from. A devil is merely a fallen angel, after all.
You whispered, closing your eyes.
"What will become of us, Seb? We are playing in this illusion, knowing that all of this is ludicrous."
"We live on stolen time. Our old lives are forfeit and we can only move onward. We take, we scavenge, we defy probability itself."
"What are we to each other?"
He combed his fingers through your hair.
"Fleeting hope. The same type that a ghost feels in a house with new tenants, desperately wishing to be seen and heard once more. Even for a final time."
Hot tears ran down your cheeks.
"Hope is such a cruel thing, Seb."
He kissed each tear away, savouring your sorrow.
"We lie in the Abyss. This location defies physics itself, it rebels against every possible known law of water mechanics. So shall we. Doomed to fail, given to death, we shall rise once more, wearing the Reaper's cloak as our own."
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Decadent Desire Ch 8
Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, alcohol, smut, rougher sex (ish), minor breeding kink. ngl it almost feels like a bit of a filler chapter, but it reunites what bits i had combined previously to make full chapters. Also sometimes filler is needed, I needed something else in there to break things up and that's why i kept staring at the word doc having NO clue what i wanted to do. SO, hopefully it doesn't take two weeks til the next update. lol. thank you for reading, extra bonus love to everyone who comments, sends asks and reblogs! you're the best!
After a lavish breakfast of stuffed French toast, all the delicious sides you could ask for and the best tasting coffee youâd had in ages you figured you should take advantage of the fancy shower once more. You took your time, scrubbing your skin with exfoliant before washing with a rose scented body wash and combing through your hair with a leave in conditioner. Wrapping yourself in one of the fuzzy robes you added in some hair treatment, doing your best job of braiding your still damp locks to air dry while sipping on a second cup of coffee. Finally it was check out time so you collected your things and headed downstairs, the Sunday morning air was the perfect balance of crisp while warm, the breeze floating through the streets spreading the sense of summer on the way.
You werenât totally surprised when you found a bouquet of flowers on your front step, a note from Emily in the florists font scrawled across the front. Scooping it up you took it inside, kicking off your shoes and dropping your purse to the kitchen island before unwrapping the flowers. Picking a vase from the cabinet you filled it with some water and placed the bouquet inside, placing them on the coffee table to display. You dug through your bag for your phone, finally finding it and opening the text chain with Emily.
âThe flowers are gorgeous, thank you.â
âYouâre such a good girl I figured you deserved a little treat.â
âItâs much appreciated.â
âSpeaking of⊠your upcoming events, do you need anything for them?â
âIâm picking up a couple of dresses from alterations this week, havenât looked through my accessories though.â
âIâll keep that in mind.â
âThank you. Enjoy New York, eat a bagel or a slice of pizza for me.â
âOh now thatâs just a guaranteeâ
You chuckled as you locked your phone, sliding it back onto the island before you turned back to the fridge, eyes flicking through what was left and still usable for you to meal prep a bit for the upcoming week.
Said upcoming week flew by faster than youâd expected, likely due to all of the added on extra tasks you had to complete by six p.m. on Friday. Even with the slew of assistants strewn through Heatherâs team, everything had to be perfect, double or triple checked, approved by Heather or yourself before appointments were confirmed, meetings were booked, or things were publicized or printed. You often wondered if it was actually financially worth having your own personal assistant considering the amount of things you either did yourself or had to be redone. (Not that it really mattered to you, they werenât on your payroll).
Fridayâs banquet wasnât much for you to worry about, just made sure you were dressed the part and were ready when the car rolled up to your condo. Dinner was over and cocktails were in full swing, time for schmoozing, networking and making sure that everyone went home remembering the Dunbar name and philosophy. Youâd stepped outside briefly after dinner, chatting with a congressman while he had a cigar and gave you the opportunity to stretch your legs. Walking back inside you found a high top table to settle against, pulling out your work phone to read a handful of emails.
âYou know, you are allowed to put that thing away, right?â Heather teased, sliding a glass of Cristal across the table to you and you rolled your eyes, locking the device.
âYou wouldnât be saying that if you knew I was confirming some very affluent last minute sponsors for tomorrow.â You took a sip of the champagne, thinking back to your conversation on the terrace âand youâre welcome, Blythe will be voting in favour next week.â
âGood girl.â She grinned, clinking her glass with yours before her eyes drifted to the bracelet around your wrist. Her gaze lingered for a moment then moved upward and she reached out, lifting your earring with a curled finger before her eyes dropped to the gem resting on the swell of your chest. âMatching set?â
âMmhm.â You nodded over a sip of your drink.
âHavenât seen it before.â
âItâs new.â You replied, a small smirk on the corner of your mouth.
âLooks expensive.â
âIf youâre trying to suggest itâs out of my budget, youâd be correct.â
âItâs nice to see Emily has good taste.â
âAmong other things.â There was a gleam in your eye that Heather was eager to find out more about, a smirk on her lips as she took another sip of her drink.
âGlad to hear.â Was all she had time to reply with when another body sauntered up to your table.
âNot surprised to see you two here.â Tony greeted with a wide smile, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek before he reached out a hand, âMs. Dunbar.â
âYou know, I am surprised to see you here.â
âDrew the short straw.â He shrugged, âdirector had something come up, Gibbs would rather be caught dead than at one of these things and McGee doesnât know his Dolce from American Eagle.â
âWhat about that other Agent you have right now, the little feisty one?â Heather asked, sly smile on her lips as Tony chuckled, scratching at the back of his neck in an attempt to distract from the blush creeping up his cheeks.
âZiva? These arenât really her style; she wouldnât even know where to start.â
âI mean you couldâve at least brought her as a date, shown her the ropes so she knows for next time.â You offered, nudging at his shoulder and he let out another little huff.
âOh, no, I mean, sheâd hate that. Sheâd spend half the night flirting her way through the crowd and the other half having to convince everyone we werenât actually together.â
âSo sheâs available?â Heather asked with a teasing smirk, pulling an awkward laugh from Tony.
âIâ uh, wellâŠâ He stuttered, âmaybe a little too⊠controlling⊠to be your style.â He suddenly leant against the table with his elbow, âbut you know McGee does have a sisterâŠâ
âDo tell.â Heather grinned over the rim of her glass, pulling an eye roll from you.
âNo!â You punched Tonyâs arm before swatting in Heatherâs direction. âYour dance card is already full,â you turned to Tony, âand she is way too young.â
âFrom what I heard, thatâs how she likes it.â He muttered and you rolled your eyes as Heather chuckled.
âAge is just a number.â
âShe graduated high school last year. That puts her younger than your kids.â You retorted, watching the way Heatherâs nose crinkled before she laughed, happy to have found some amount of amusement from a night like tonight.
She let out a soft sigh as her eyes fixated on something across the room, âthereâs Conway, looks like my time is now.â She turned back to you, âDurant may need some more convincing and I havenât seen Sharp yet.â
âPlease, all I need to do is bat my eyelashes in Jackieâs general direction and sheâll do whatever I want.â
âThatâs why I keep you around.â With a smile and a nod to DiNozzo, she scooped up her champagne flute and made her way across the ballroom.
âWas⊠she serious?â He asked hesitantly and you laughed.
âNo!â You took another gulp of your drink, âbesides, like I said, her scheduleâs full, she canât take on more right now.â
âSpeaking of schedules.â He grinned, waggling his eyebrows at you, âIâm surprised to see you here on a weekend, thought those were for secret romps and exchanges of sugar.â
âYou know, sometimes I wonder just how suave of a man you could be if you just let your brain think things through before they came out of your mouth.â
âStop.â He groaned, leaning against the table as he turned to you, âor are you just saving your hot date for tomorrow night?â
âThis week didnât line up, Iâve got that fundraiser all weekend, which, you should bring your team to make it a little family outing.â
âIâll think about it.â He took a swig of his beer, âreally puts a wrench in your plans then, I can already tell youâre getting grumpy.â
âAnthonyâŠâ you warned, âwe met up last weekend. It was kind of last minute but we made use of the time we had.â
âSo no hot dates during the week?â
âNot usually, but weâre both busy, plus she was in New York all week at conferences.â
âA rich woman, who travels for work,â he began to tick them off on his fingers, âoutranks NCIS, has significant style tastes, works full time during the week and sometimes weekends⊠are you sure you arenât dating a politician.â
âIââ you paused, head tilting for a second before you nodded, âyes. Government employed but not by the White House.â
âIsnât everyone technically government employed?â
âAnd weâre not dating, I thought you of all people would understand the stipulations of a financial beneficiary pairing.â
âOh yeah, and whatâs that?â He asked, eyes gleaming.
âShe buys me nice things, pays for my hair or nail appointments, adds to my jewellery collection, makes sure my fridge is always full, sends fresh flowers weekly.â You spotted one of the people Heather wanted you to talk to on the other side of the room and drained your drink, âand in return I meet up with her at high end hotels on the weekends and let her fuck my brains out.â
Even though Tony had been expecting it, your brashness still left him choking on his beer as you smirked at him, picking up your empty glass to grab a refill from the bar and one for Durant.
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Seven days later and fucking your brains out was exactly what Emily was doing.
It had been less than an hour and if sheâd asked you about dinner, you wouldnât have been able to remember a single thing. All you could think about was the feeling of her buried inside you, hitting deeper with each powerful thrust of her hips. Your hands clawed at the bedspread, eyes scrunched shut as your cunt pulsed around the toy, moans louder with each time she sunk into you. Her hands tightly gripped your hips, hard enough you were sure there would be fingerprint shaped bruises come morning. You let out a little whimper, your nipples rubbing against the duvet every time she fucked into you, the multiple sensations driving you absolutely wild.
âMoreâŠâ you groaned out, a gasp leaving your lips when she spanked you.
âGod you really do like it rough, donât you?â
âMmhmm.â You managed to nod, fire shooting through your body, your clit throbbing as you ground it down onto the bed.
âGonna need you to come soon princess.â She dropped over your body, husking into your ear while one hand tangled into your hair, yanking at the roots and you let out a blissful cry. Her mouth latched onto your neck, teeth scraping the sensitive skin as her free had wound around your middle, fingers pinching at your clit.
âFuck!â You cried out, âoh fuu-cck. Donât stop!â
Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, holding back any louder moans, whimpers and whines bouncing off the walls along with the wet sounds coming from your pussy. Your juices coated Emilyâs cock, smearing across both of your thighs, more than enough for her to gather up as she rubbed your clit. She could feel you trembling in her arms, your hips bucking back against hers as you started to lose control.
âThatâs it baby, youâre so close. Come for me.â She nipped at your earlobe, her breath hot on your skin right as she pressed harder on your clit and you were coming undone in her arms, a shaky cry coming from deep in your throat.
âOh fuckâŠâ you muttered, collapsing down onto the bed while she continued to fuck you through your orgasm, her hips slowing just a hint.
âSo good for me.â She panted, âwhere do you want my cum? In that pretty mouth? Hmm? Or maybe on this gorgeous ass?â A breathy gasp left your lips when she spanked you again and you moaned, pussy fluttering around her cock as you were coming up on a second orgasm.
âInside me!â You whined, âplease!â
âShe likes it rough and sheâs dirty?â Emily chuckled, âweâve got a lot more to explore.â
She watched as your body shivered, thighs clenching together and your hands bunched tightly into fists as your second peak washed over you and then she let out a groan, stilling with her hips right against yours. Her hand quickly found the base of the toy, squeezing hard and you let out a satisfied moan at the feeling of her spilling deep inside you. Emilyâs hand soothed up and down your back, watching as you caught your breath before she pulled the toy almost all of the way out of your pussy. She let out a low swear at the sight of it coated in a mixture of your cum and the lube before slowly nudging it back into you, fucking her cum deeper into your drenched cunt. You trembled again, a sheen of goosebumps breaking out on your skin and she finally pulled out of you, skilfully ridding herself of the strap to be dealt with later.
âChristâŠâ you muttered, your head burying itself into the pillows and Emily let out a small chuckle as she dropped down onto the bed beside you.
âSeems like youâre a little fucked senseless?â She offered and you let out a small laugh, your eyes barely blinking open to look over at her.
âNot to deflate your ego,â you let out a large yawn, âbecause you certainly did, but I am also just completely fucking wiped. I barely slept all week. Between Heatherâs bill proposals and the upcoming endorsements Iâve been working twenty hour days.â Emily snuck under the blankets, an arm draping over the top of the pillows and you practically nuzzled into her side, yawning again as your eyes fluttered shut.
âHey!â She swatted at your side, ânone of that, you need to use the bathroom.â
âCâmonâŠâ you whined, burrowing yourself deeper into the blankets and Emily tskâd at you, pinching your chin until you opened your eyes.
âIf you want me to come inside you again youâre going to use the bathroom missy.â
âFine.â You grumbled, shivering as you pushed back the blankets and padded to the en-suite, much to Emilyâs satisfaction. You returned a few minutes later, make up wiped from your face and teeth brushed, climbing back into the bed as you let out another yawn, curling around Emilyâs side. âAre you staying?â
She shrugged, âgot nowhere else to be. You mind if I keep the tv on?â
âNot at all. Iâll probably be dead to the world anyways.â
She chuckled softly, feeling you relax against her body as she started to flick through the channels. It wasnât that late and while her week had been long it clearly hadnât been as taxing as yours was. You were asleep within minutes, softly snoring against her and she made a mental note to start sending you good night texts in an attempt to make sure you were getting enough rest.
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