#I jest but I realized on writing this I sure set it up like that lol

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"Doesn't have to be, but I figured if I gave it too wide a window something might come up, first time's the most awkward anyways." Least Flavia thinks so, when it comes to hanging out with someone that is.

She isn't implying anything else.

"Right right." Flavia flips out a phone, a lil adept twirl as she sets a reminder. "Don't mention it, you'll find I'm quite the problem, so don't praise me too much."

She's in a good mood, considering Flavia's always on the go or worried about something. "After classes and when the shop is about to close, I'll bring food too if I can slip away without too much trouble."

"Wait, tomorrow? That quickly?" Really, what did they expect? Flavia seemed enough of a go-getter to want to try her ideas immediately. This should be no big problem for Shannon. Only thing they'd need do is clean up a bit. "Well...I guess that's no big deal. So suddenly though..."

"Y-Yeah, sure. Tomrrow. That should work fine." No use worrying about it now after all. In fact, the idea seemed quite nice compared to the usual attempts to go out and be someone. This should work in Shannon's favor. "Good to know I have a friend in you too, Flavia."

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Terrible Liar (Jack Reacher Drabble)

Summary: You were sparing with a coworker when he got a little rough, leaving you with a bruised cheek. You avoided Reacher for as long as you could but it didn’t last very long.

Warnings/Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, protective Reacher, soft!Reacher, and a little sub!Reacher 👀, sexual themes (riding, p in v penetration), MINORS DNI

Prompt credit @writing-with-emy : “Are you sure I can’t punch him in the face?” “Yes,” “What if I just break his nose a little?”

“He’s wound up tight again. This is our second missed bust and he’s starting to get a little angsty.” Neagley explains to you over the phone.

“He’ll catch on if we keep doing this, Neagley.” You tell her.

“Or maybe he already knows and doesn’t mind seeing your pretty face.” She jests and you grimace, staring at your reflection through the glass in your cubicle

“What just happened?” She asks. “What are you talking about, Corporal?” You fire back.

“You just made a face,” “And the how did you- I’m not going to ask. I was sparring with Tiago the other day and his elbow clipped my cheek.”

“Shit,”

“Yeah,” you said with a sigh. You’re not proud of it, but you’ve been avoiding Reacher for this very reason.

It doesn’t matter if you said it was an accident or not. If it was a man who did it, he would hold him responsible. Everything was black and white with him.

Your relationship with Reacher teeters between friends and.. something else.

Neither of you or him decided to put a label on it. But two things are known to everyone with eyes.

You don’t mess with the special investigators.

And if you touch Y/N, you’ll end up with a broken jaw.

“Well if anyone can keep him relaxed, it’s you.” “Come on, please.” She adds when you hesitate and you let out a groan of frustration.

“Fine,”

**

No one could miss the way Reacher’s shoulders relaxed when he walked back to his desk to find you sitting in his chair sipping on your milkshake.

Neagley and David found it particularly fascinating to see the hard, mountain of a man turn to mush at the mere sight of you.

“Isn’t it my favorite mountain man,” you tease, sliding the to go box from his favorite soul joint across the desk.

You place a brown bag on top of the to go container and a smile threatens to spread on Reacher’s face.

“Are those..?” He starts.

“Of course,” you take another sip of your milkshake and he digs into the bag, popping a hush puppy in his mouth with a satisfied hum.

“Is this to distract me from the fact that you’ve been avoiding me?” He starts, reaching back into the bag.

“I have not been avoiding you, Reacher.” “No?” “No,”

He stares at you for a moment and when you realize what he was doing, you set your milkshake down. Standing from the chair, you crossed your arms as you neared him.

Neagley and David watch the entire interaction like it’s their favorite sitcom. Which it is.

“You’re not trying to intimidating me like I’m one of your soldiers, are you Reacher?”

“Not at all,” he examines your features, his gaze falling to your bruising cheek that you covered with make up this morning.

“Please tell me you’re a better liar than this when you’re on missions,” you retort.

“I’m a better liar than you. That’s for sure.” “Do you really want to talk about who’s better?”

He reached back into the bag but you snatched the hush puppy out of his hands and took a bite out of it. He was shocked but not entirely surprised at the betrayal.

“I’m going to take a wild guess and say that the reason why you’re avoiding me has something to do with the make up on your face. Am I right?”

You finished the hush puppy and reached for your milkshake. “It’s just a scratch,” he finally pried out of you.

“From?” “Sparring with a friend,”

As amazing as the food smelled, it was long forgotten at his point. “Which friend?”

“Reacher,” “Answer the question,” he crosses his arms. “It was an accident,”

“No, the person was irresponsible when they weren’t practicing self control. It’s sparring, not boxing.” He seethes.

“He didn’t mean to. He apologized.”

His face hardens when you mention a him, although he suspected it was a man.

“I don’t care. I bet it was his idea, wasn’t it? To spar with you.” “Yes, but-” “Because he found you attractive and wanted an excuse to touch you,” he said matter of factly.

You were about to object but then you pondered about the past interactions you’ve had with Tiago.

You guess you could say that he’s been testing the waters with lingering touches and you subtly created distance between you.

You didn’t see Tiago as anything else besides a coworker honestly.

“You think so?”

“One hundred percent. In their eyes, you’re attractive and single so you’re considered free game.” He clarifies, clenching his jaw.

“That would be their mistake, wouldn’t it?” You state, causing him to look at you. He didn’t miss how your eyes drifted to his lips before returning to his eyes.

**

“Fuck, keep doing that.” He groans, his grip tightening on your hips as you bounced on his cock. His body twitched when you clenched around him hard.

Throwing your head back when the tip of his cock thrums over a gspot deep inside of you. His hands slide from your hips and wraps his arms around your chest to hold you in place when he drills into you from below.

You bounced quicker on him and a breath gets caught in his throat when he cums into the condom.

Your legs started to tremble when you slow your movements and rest your hands on his thick chest as you both tried to control your breathing.

Leaning up, he cupped the back of your head and pressed a messy kiss on your lips.

You lift your hips a bit and he slides out of you, not breaking the kiss just yet. He finally pulls away from you and takes off the condom before tossing it in your trash can in the bathroom.

“Well that was..” “Long overdue?” You finish and he chuckled before adding, “Definitely over due,”

You rolled on your back when you felt a cold air blowing from the vents. You snuggled deeper into the sheets but goosebumps still littered your skin.

“Cold already?” He states when he comes back into the bedroom to see you shivering under the covers.

“Don’t patronize me, mountain man.” You retort and he shakes his head at your antics.

He slides under the covers and wraps an arm over your frame to effortlessly pull you into his side.

You sigh when he rubs his warm hands over your smooth, bronze skin all the way to your ass.

“You’re really good at that you know,” “Mm, I know.” You smiled, relishing the moment his eyes rolled back when you first sank onto him.

“You’re really pretty when you do it too,” he brushes his nose against yours against yours.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Reacher.” You say against his lips, not wanting to kiss him just yet.

“Give me ten minutes and I’ll gladly finish it.” He kisses you slow and passionately, his tongue smoothing over yours.

He cups your cheeks and you wince when his thumb grazes over the sensitive skin on your cheek.

“Sorry,” he apologizes when he pulls away from your face.

“It’s okay,” “No it’s not. Tell me who did this to you.”

“I’ll find out either way, Y/N.” He adds when you hesitate. “I’ll only tell you if you let me handle it first.”

“Fine,” “It was Tiago,” “That fucking prick,” he says lowly, gripping your thigh harshly.

“Are you sure I can’t punch him in the face?” He attempts to negotiate. “Yes,” “What if I just break his nose a little?”

“Reacher,” you scold.

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Believe Me

Gwayne Hightower X Female!Reader

Word Count: 2792

Summary: Gwayne bumps into an old flame and smut ensues (from his pov)

Content Warning: Smut (so minors dni), fingering, handjob, cheating, light hair pulling, light degrading and praising, vaginal sex, public sex (I hate this but we move on😭)

Gwayne Hightower was only human, and as a show of this, he had made plenty of mistakes in his lifetime. “It is not worth the stress to beat yourself over what could have been” he'd always remind himself. “What could've been if you chose the right card, woke up earlier, listened more, aimed a little to the left, ate breakfast…”. 

The list went on and on because humans make mistakes all the time. He had vowed to himself that he would never stress over these mistakes. What good would it do? The mistake was already made. 

That's the thought process he tried to keep as he made his way inside the Sept. He was not afraid of the gods deciding to punish him for the sins he was sure he had committed, or of the building crumbling down and burying him underneath. The current war going on wasn't even on his mind. 

What was on his mind was a singular person. And as he got closer and closer to the room he knew they'd be in, the thick fog covering their face in his memories started to move to the side. 

Further. 

Further. 

His steps began to falter when he finally saw them. When he finally saw you. 

You were sitting on the bench, back to him, candles aplenty in front of you. Just as he thought about turning around and leaving, you took off your cloak and set it next to you, revealing the open back to your dress. 

You were inviting him. Discarding your defenses and showing that you were open to being around him again. Or mayhaps he was delusional. Either way, he found himself sitting on the other side of you soon enough. 

“Is that really a dress appropriate for the Sept?” he tried to joke with you as he lit a candle. If it was a different time, you would've lightly shoved him and said something like “oh fuck off” while laughing. Unfortunately, that time had been long forgotten. 

You looked over at him at once, and he wondered if for a moment you thought all this was a dream. You looked him up and down, and must've realized this was all real. “Gwayne…” how could you say his name in such a delightful way? 

The surprise from your eyes soon fell, and instead it filled with resentment. “Gwayne” you said more lifeless. “Anyone is welcome here. A common whore could come, wearing hardly any clothes and she'd be welcomed”. 

“I'm sure common whores do lots of cumming”. 

You simply rolled your eyes at him and looked in front of you. “A jest, dear friend-”

“We are not friends”. 

He had known it, but fuck did it hurt to hear. It was said so coldly and cruel, like you wanted it to sting. It definitely had, though he wouldn't show it. 

“We have not talked in some time” he said with his eyes still trained on you. How could you sit there and be so beautiful? Even with a scowl and pinched eyebrows, you looked marvelous. “When I heard my sister had summoned you here as well, I admit I was a bit surprised”. 

“Why? Alicent is in need of a friend. And I am her friend”. 

Well you really knew how to rub something in, didn't you? “I tried writing to you-”

“Years too late” 

You snapped, eyes glancing over at him. Okay, mayhaps you were right. Mayhaps he should've wrote to you sooner, but he eventually did! That had to be worth something! “Why are you here?”. 

“I thought anyone was allowed here”

“It is the gods you should be speaking to. Not I”

“It is not the gods I crave” he spoke honestly. You simply scoffed in return and looked away again, causing him to sigh. “I should have wrote to you sooner, but I did eventually. And I am here now-”

“To do your knightly duties” you said dismissively. “Not to speak with me”. 

“I can do both!” his hand found your arm and he pulled you close to him, making your legs press against each other. He could hear how your breath hitched. He could see the way your chest rose and fell as a reaction to his touch. 

His fingers inched closer to your chest. “What are you-” you began to say, but the words got caught in your throat when he wrapped his fingers around the long necklace that fell in the long V neck of your dress, right in between your breasts. 

“You've kept this?”. 

Years ago, Gwayne gifted you a necklace with a large green pendant, and while the chain was completely different, the pendant was still the same. “Did the chain break?”. 

You shook your head. “No. My husband gave me a new chain. Said gold fit better”. 

He frowned. 

Your husband. Some boring guy with brown hair, brown eyes, patches in his beard and a voice that was far too high for a man. He had no real talents or skill, besides money and luck. That's how he landed you after all. 

“It is best for both of us that you do your praying and then leave. I imagine I will not be ready to leave anytime soon”. 

The moment his hand fell from your arm, he felt cold. He forced himself to look away from you and focus on the candle in front of him. So what was he to do now? Just let you go? Go off to war and accept that he'd likely never see you again? Accept you'd hate him forever?

“No” he answered himself out loud. “No. I am to just accept that your husband messed with a gift I gave you?”. 

“I beg your pardon?” You asked in disbelief. “That is what you are focusing on? That your gift was ruined?” You scoffed again and rubbed your temples. “Selfish as always. Nevermind to ask how I feel or how I have been. No. It is just stupid jokes and being offended. Did my gift put a dent in your pocket? Here then!”. You unclipped the necklace, grabbed his hand and shoved the necklace on his palm. “Take it!”. 

His chuckle afterwards was filled with bitterness. Here he was, trying to patch things up, and you kept making it difficult. “This resentment you hold towards me is ridiculous. I took too long to write to you after your marriage, but I'm here now. And this-” he set the necklace on the table. “This is a gift I gave to you”. 

“My husband gives me plenty of gifts. I do not need anything from you”. 

As if his gifts were anything special. Probably cheap and terrible material. You deserved more than that. You deserved more than some husband that probably couldn't even make you laugh the way Gwayne had. 

“Husband this. Husband that. Does shoving him in my face excite you?”. Maybe he had no right to be angry, but he was anyway. 

“I wouldn't be able to if you vied for my hand when you had the chance!” You snapped. For once, Gwayne had no response. No witty comeback or complaint. He just watched you as you realized what you said. You huffed, grabbed your cloak and got to your feet. “Good day Gwayne”. 

You managed to make it a few feet away before he finally spoke. “I should have”. Regret had gnawed at him for years now. He let you slip away. Why? Because he wasn't sure he could be committed. Did he love you? Yes. Was he a young man that wasn't fond of becoming a husband and a father? Also yes. 

“You have to understand,” he began as he rose to his feet. “Marriage was not something I wanted at the time”. 

“And you think I did?” You asked in disbelief. “Marriage was not something I wanted either. It was forced upon me. Marriage terrified me, but I knew that if I was married to you, marriage wouldn't be that bad. You were my best friend and lover. And what did you do, Gwayne?”. He couldn't make the answer leave his lips. The words felt like they were stuck in his throat and refused to go anywhere. “You left me” you answered for him. “And once I was married, you avoided me. Then years later you decided you wanted to speak again. What were you too busy doing? Drinking and fucking whores?”. 

That made him laugh. Drinking? Maybe a little. Fucking whores? It's not like he truly wanted to. It made time pass and got an orgasm out the way, but he didn't want painted whores. He wanted you to be under him. He wanted to feel your soft skin on his fingers. He wanted to hear his name pass your sweet lips over and over again until that was all he heard. 

“I made mistakes-”

“Mistakes?!”

“I made terrible choices” he corrected. “Awful ones. But you and I both know that I have always wanted and will always want you”. Those words seem to catch you off guard, which he assumed because you didn't push him away when his hands found their way to your hips. 

His face inched closer and closer to yours until your lips just barely brushed against each other. Unbeknownst to the both of you, your hearts beat as one in that moment. Both hearts erratic but somehow managing to be erratic together. 

“I want you desperately. And I know you want me…”. 

The remaining bit of space was broken and your lips finally met. Your lips responded to each other immediately and your arms wrapped around his neck. Finally… after so long you both were able to taste each other again. 

Reality came crashing down faster than he wanted it to. 

You shoved him away, making him stumble. You breathed heavily and wiped at your lips. “Won't change what happened” he said to your displeasure. 

“You are selfish” you spoke through gritted teeth. “You are an asshole” you shoved him again. “And a liar” another shove. 

Each insult you gave was followed by shove, and instead of feeling insulted, he felt something else. 

Desire. 

That desire is what led to him grabbing you, switching your positions and pushing you onto the table where no candles were. 

Your expression was full of shock, but not disgust or fear. Good. He never wanted to frighten you. What frightened him a little bit though, was his growing erection. Something that made no sense since all you had done recently was insult him. Gods, he was way more desperate than he realized. 

“Get all your insults out” he said as his thumb traced your lower lip, “tell me how much you hate me”. 

A request you had no problem fulfilling. 

“You are a vile man. Seducing a married woman in a Sept. Is there a line you're not willing to cross?”. 

There it was. Just like that. 

He began leaving open mouth kisses down your neck, eagerly awaiting what you'd say next. 

“You are a defiler full of sin”

“I am, aren't I?”. He held you in place as he bit and sucked at a particular spot on your neck, and a small smirk formed on his face when he heard you moan in response. “It seems you enjoy my sins” he taunted. 

“I hate you. No. I despise you. Even that word can't describe how I feel for you”. 

Gwayne untied your dress strap and unbuttoned the buttons in the front, allowing him to free your breasts. 

“I loathe you”. 

“I'm sure” his words dripped in sarcasm. Loathe him yet you allow him to undress you. Loathe him, yet you allowed him to fondle your breasts, then lick and suck at one of your nipples. That's how your little game continued. You'd throw insults at him in between your gasps, and he'd lick and suck harder at each breast, showing them both proper attention. His erection pressed against his trousers, it becoming almost painful. 

You lifted your leg up in response to him twisting your nipple, and your knee brushed right against his erection. He moaned around your breast before he even realized what had happened. His own eagerness being exposed only dawned on him when he felt your palm fully press against him. 

Your other hand pulled his head back by his hair, causing a sharp but welcomed pain to burn at his roots. “I always knew you were pathetic Gwayne, but this?”, a soft breath slipped past his lips when you pressed harder against him. “You like when I insult you?”. He nodded. No point in lying. Still though, he didn't just wanna hand you all the power in your game. 

He hiked the bottom of your dress up and kept eye contact with you as his fingers pushed your undergarments to the side and made contact with your soaked cunt for the first time tonight. He watched you try to keep a stone face, but you couldn't hide the sharp inhale you did. “Seems like you've enjoyed our little game too. What does that say about you?”. 

“What does it say about you that you like being called pathetic?”. 

Gwayne chuckled. He looked you over, watching as you tried not to react to his fingers sliding in between your folds. “You're marvelous…” he said almost as if in a dream. 

You yanked on his hair again and pushed his trousers down, freeing his erection. “Is this when I say you're disgusting?” You taunted. Your hand wrapped around him and shamefully he almost came from that minor touch alone. 

“If it pleases you”. 

His middle and ring finger slowly but surely made their way inside you, all while he whispered praises in your ear. 

“You're so pretty like this”

“You're taking my fingers so well”

“Open up for me. Just like that. Good girl”. 

Your head fell on his shoulder and his fell on yours. The Sept filled with both of your noises as you both continued to pleasure each other with your hands. It was clear that that wouldn't be enough. The question was just who would bend first. 

“I've got you” he whispered before placing a gentle kiss under your ear. You lifted your head off his shoulder to meet his eyes, and while there was still lust behind them, there was clearly something more. 

Longing. 

“Do you really?” You asked. 

He answered at once, “yes. I swear to you on all the gods in every religion that I'm never leaving you again”. 

You swiped at his hands and pulled him closer to you until his tip was lined up with your entrance. “And what about my husband?”. 

Damn your husband. He'd cause an “accident” to happen if he had to. He wouldn't let a man like him keep him away from the one person who truly wanted in this whole world. “I will deal with your husband and I swear you will never be able to get rid of me. Do you believe me?”. 

He asked his question as he began to push inside you. Your answer got stuck in your throat, so instead you nodded in response. Your nod wasn't enough for him, but he'd address that later. For now, he kept whispering encouraging words to you to soothe the stretching he knew you'd feel. He kept telling you that he had you, that you were okay, that you were safe with him and always would be. 

When you finally seemed adjusted, he spoke again. “Do you believe me?”. You nodded. “Out loud”. 

“I believe you”. 

That was all he needed hear. Once he got confirmation, his lips found yours and he moved inside you. Was this an all around terrible idea? Absolutely. Was there a chance of getting caught? Yes. But neither of you could care less about that. How could that possibly be at the forefront of your minds when you were finally feeling each other in the way you both craved?

You both enjoyed each other, ultimately hitting your peaks while you were still connected, mouths swallowing each sound the other made, and foreheads pressed against each other so you could catch your breath. 

His hands cupped your face and he pressed a softer kiss to your lips. Of course there was still that sexual desire there, but he wanted more than to just fuck and be rid of you. He wanted to hold you forever. He wanted to tell you about his tales of knighthood over dinner, and hold your hand as you went on walks in the garden. 

“I swear-”

“I believe you”. 

You believed him. That was all he needed. 

For you to believe him and for you to give him another chance.

Bitch I hate this shit but I haven’t posted in awhile soooooo here we are😭😭. Also the way I forgot about that necklace-

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Precious Truths: Part 2

Fandom: Bridgerton

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x F!Reader

Summary: After your father finds out you’ve been writing under a male pseudonym, he threatens to marry you off to an atrocious man unless you find yourself a husband within a month’s time.

Warning: physical assault - reader gets slaped on the face

Series Masterlist

Your gaze reveals the precious truths

The beauty that you see within

The bravery that I once never possessed

Your love is strength

Your love is pure

Your love is everything

-Arthur Talbot

You set your quill back into the ink jar and lean back in your chair, letting the ink dry. It's well into the night. Your father and aunt now sound asleep in their respective bedrooms. You find that late nights like these are the best times to write. It's when the world is quiet and you can indulge in your guilty pleasure of writing poetry. You're sure that if your father were to ever find out about this, he'd cast you out.

So your secret remains. Some parts of you felt like you should at least tell Benedict, for he's your closest, and dearest friend. However, you thought best not to. If the ton were to find out, it would be the end of you and you could never be one to drag Benedict down with you.

You can never do that to the man you love.

____________________________

You're in the sitting room watching as stands at Benedict at his easel, Colin and Greggory play chess, and Daphne coos over Auggie. Benedict works on his still life as you sit close by.

He frowns, taking a step back from his painting, "This is wrong. It's-Something's missing."

You lean closer to get a glance at his work, "Benedict, it looks beautiful."

"Are you sure?" he asks with an unsure look on his face.

You stand up and take a better look at the canvas, "Don't you artists always say beauty is in the eye of the beholder?" you look at Benedict with a smirk and then back at the canvas, "What you may find as unattractive, Benedict, someone else might find alluring and lovely."

You pat his arm and then plop yourself back into the chair you previously occupied. You go back to your reading completely unaware that Benedict is looking at you with absolute love in his eyes.

He hears someone clear their throat and he looks away to see Anthony staring at him expectantly, "I'm sorry, brother. Did you say something?"

"We're all going for a promenade. I believe we've all been inside for long enough."

You stand up, "I shall take my leave then, Bridgertons."

"Or you can join us?" Benedict immediately asks with hopeful grin.

You softly shake your head, "I don't want to intrude."

"Nonsense," Kate says as she enters the room, "We're always happy to have you, Y/N," she joins her husband's side.

"Well, I can't reject you, Viscountess Bridgerton," you give Kate a smile and Benedict is confused, "So you have no problem rejecting me?"

You laugh, "I'm only jesting, Benedict. I'd love to accompany you and your family for a promenade."

"Wonderful, let's get to it then," Anthony says, trying to gather his siblings together.

_________________________

You're following Benedict's younger siblings whilst said man was walking beside you. You're walking in silence, but it isn't awkward. Silence in Benedict's presence is never awkward, but rather comforting.

"I've realized something, Y/N."

"Yes?"

Benedict keeps his eyes on you as you two continue to follow his younger siblings, "You've always been very supportive of my artistic prospects, but I don't believe I've given the same curtesy to you and your poetic writings. I recall you enjoyed writing them when we were younger."

It warms your heart knowing that Benedict remembers of the times you'd write whilst he'd paint or draw. You let out long and deep sigh. Looking ahead, you reply, "Yes, well, I've given up those dreams, I'm afraid. You know how my father is about my indulgence with poetry. I have to be very careful. Even reading it and reciting it to the ton is risky. Luckily, my father is inebriated a majority of the time he's out and about."

"Well if you ever decide to return to writing poetry, you have my full support."

You nod, "Thank you, Ben. I really appreciate it."

"Y/N," you turn to your right to see Daphne now walking beside you, pushing Auggie in his pram.

"Yes, Your Grace?" you stop and answer her with a teasing smirk. You're older than Daphne by a few years, but just two years younger than Benedict. You've always seen Daphne as a younger sister, being that you are an only child. Occasionally the teasing will produce itself between you two.

"Would you like to join us for dinner?"

You can't help but laugh, "Of course, but I've been spending my entire day with you already. Won't you all get tired of me?"

"We'd never tire of you, Y/N," Benedict replies with earnest and it brings a warm smile to your place.

"Be that as it may, I believe the Viscount should have the final word?"

Anthony, Kate, and Violet catch up to you as you're all looking at Anthony. He looks at you all in confusion, "Something the matter?"

Daphne speaks up, "I invited Y/N to stay for dinner if that's alright, brother?"

He shoots you a grin, "Of course. Miss L/N is always welcome. You're practically family, yes?" he shoots Benedict a wink and you're not sure why.

"Well thank you for the invitation," you look down at your dress, "But perhaps, I should at least change. This dress isn't particularly dinner attire."

"What do you mean? You look beautiful as always," Benedict states as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

The Bridgertons all give each other knowing looks. That's when the Dowager Viscountess speaks up, "Benedict, darling, Y/N is right. After the promenade, we should allow her to freshen up before dinner."

Kate removes herself from Anthony and loops arms with you, "Let us continue our promenade, Y/N."

"Of course!" you giggle with your friend as you continue on the trail.

Benedict moves to follow, but Anthony pats his brother on the shoulder, "You've spent hours with her, brother. Let her take a break from you clinging to her all the time."

Benedict looks at his older brother in offense, "I don't cling to her...do I?"

"A bit, darling," Violet says and Daphne nods in agreement.

He runs his hand through his hair and sighs, "I'm too obvious, aren't I?"

Daphne shakes her head, "No, I don't think so. If you were, she'd have said something, yes? Or maybe would have run for the hills?" she asks with a smirk to her elder brothers, before continuing to push Augie down the path.

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When you arrive back home to change, you ask the housekeeper, Mrs. Burnett, if your aunt is home.

"No, Miss, she's gone to meet with Lady Danbury," the older woman replies.

You nod, "Thank you, Mrs. Burnett," you gather your dress and make your way to your room upstairs.

You freeze when you see the door ajar and you know for a fact you closed it before leaving earlier.

You slowly push the door open and your heart drops when you see your father surrounded by pages and pages of poems. Poems that are supposed to be written by a man.

You gulp and slowly approach him as he sits at your writing desk, "Papa?"

His eyes meet yours in a cold and intimidating stare, "Not only have you still been indulging in poetry, but you're writing it? Under a man's name?"

"What were you doing in my room?"

"THIS IS MY HOUSE! I CAN BE ANYWHERE I PLEASE!"

You take some cautionary steps towards him, "Papa, you've had too much to drink."

"No!" he abruptly stands at your desk, causing you to jump ack in surprise. His chest is heaving as he tightly grips pages of your work, "If anyone finds out about this-"

"They won't! I've hid this from everyone for months!"

"You need to marry," he says with definitive authority.

You look at him with a confused expression, "What do you mean?"

"I can't take your defiance any longer!"

"Defiance?"

Your father walks around your desk so it's no longer a wall between you and he. He points a warning finger at you, "If you don't find a husband within a month's time, I'm marrying you off to your cousin, Albert."

Your jaw drops, "Cousin Albert?! He's absolutely horrendous! He's a rake and a gambler-"

"And looking for a wife!" he exclaims as he cuts you off, "When you were younger, your Uncle Wallace tried to convince me to have you two promised to each other once you came out to society. I regret not taking the opportunity now seeing how you've grown up."

You clench your fists in anger, "Mama wouldn't stand for this! She-

THWACK!

Your words are stuck in your throat, your cheek stinging after your father slaps you. His eyes are red and wild as he spits out, "Mama is dead! She is not here anymore! This is my house! You are to find a husband in a month or you are to marry Albert. Be grateful I'm not sending you away right this moment."

You're holding your cheek now, trying to soothe the pain. Your heart hurts for yourself and your mama. You know she'd hate the man your papa has become.

Without another word, you're rushing out of your room and bounding down the stairs.

Your aunt had just arrived back and you rush past her without a glance. She follows you in concern, "Y/N? What happened?! What's wrong? Y/N!" she yells after you as you run down the street back towards the Bridgerton household.

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@skidspace thank you for sharing this lovely piece!!! Oh my god this is so good!!!

Context: missing scene from part 3 of this

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Hello! I was the anon that mentioned writing an extra scene involving Trick. I ended up adding more to it as I started writing and editing. Again I’m not much of an author so I apologize for any mistakes or confusing parts but I hope you enjoy!

Thanks again for the wonderful story that inspired this

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Steve had to wipe his eyes before he dared to leave the bathroom.

Eddie’s letter was… a lot to take in. He’d be lying if he said the apology didn’t feel good. Hell he’s been yearning for one ever since that last night he saw Eddie.

Even so, it didn’t make that initial hurt go away. Nothing had. Not the time away, not the idea of moving on. Nothing could fill the chasm that used to be filled with Eddie’s love. To know that Eddie was hurting to? It didn’t make him feel any better.

After what Steve deemed enough time to compose himself and not look like a total wreck in front of the customers, he carefully folded the letter back into his apron and left the bathroom. He must’ve been in there longer than he thought because Trick’s booth was now empty.

Steve sighed and thought to himself, he’s still on the clock so he might as well actually do his job. And went to go clear off the table.

As he stacked the dishes and cup a with practiced ease, Steve noticed something amongst the mess. It was a napkin with the words “Rock on, Steve!” written in the corner, and crudely drawn doodle of a hand making the devil horns sign in black ink. Next to the napkin were a few crumpled bills and some change, plenty to cover the cost of Trick’s meal and a tip.

Steve felt his eyes start to well up again. Dammit, he can’t handle this much emotional whiplash in just one 5-hour shift. First Eddie’s letter and now a guy he honestly thought hated his guys was taking the time to apologize and be genuinely kind to him.

Steve set the dishes back on the table and just stared at the napkin note, but he was taken out of his spiral by a loud “Are you kidding me?!” coming from the front of the diner followed by the sound of someone slapping glass.

He peaked around the corner of the booth only to see none other than Trick staring at the ancient pinball machine they kept in the waiting area like it had just insulted his mother.

Steve however, couldn’t help but laugh, which caused Trick to finally break eye contact with the offending contraption and whip his head around. At first, he had a nasty scowl on his face that Steve was SURE many a jock at Tricks own high school had experienced. But once he saw that it was Steve and realized the laugh wasn’t a mocking one, his scowl turned into a cheeky smirk with too much teeth showing, but was friendly nonetheless.

He turned and fully faced Steve.

“Your machine is busted, dude.” He said, slapping the glass top of the pinball machine once again.

“I don’t know man,” Steve surprised himself with how easy he found a joke tone to his words, “I’ve seen a few 10 year olds absolutely destroy the high score on that thing. I think this is just a user issue.”

“Oh fuck off.” Trick’s smile grew wider with the jest, only to be followed by someone loudly clearing their throat. Steve and Trick both turned their heads to see Jenny with her arms crossed and brows furrowed, gaze pinned on Trick.

The other man’s face fell from jovial to a harden nonchalance. Steve recognized the change all too well from when people would give Eddie a hard time in public back home. Like Eddie, the shift in Trick looked well-practiced.

Trick put his hands in the pockets of his jacket and cleared his throat, looking back at Steve once more. “I should probably get going, but uh- could I ask you something first?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Is Eddie doing okay?”

Steve felt a pit form in his stomach at the question. He really didn’t want to air out everything that happened between him and Eddie with a guy he had JUST gotten on friendly terms with.

“W-what do you mean?” He settled on.

Trick gestured up towards his face.

“It’s just that no one has seen him at a party since the night he rocked my shiiii-“ his eyes flick over to where Jenny was still glaring, “I mean, since he called me out for how we were treating you.”

“I, um,” Steve’s hand reflexively went to the letter in his apron, “I don’t really know. I haven’t seen him in…a while.”

Something in how Steve had said that must’ve tipped Trick off to the situation, even just a little. His face took on a concerned look.

“Oh. Well, if you see him or talk to him soon, can you tell him I’m sorry?”

“For what?”

“For driving him away too. Even without the whole ‘boyfriend thing’, for people like us - people like Eddie - it’s hard to find a place that will accept you for who you are, let alone make you feel welcomed. We shouldn’t have made him feel like he had to be one thing or that he had to hide an important part of his life.”

Steve was silent , standing there contemplating the potential of all that might have happened to Eddie since he walked out of their apartment and never came back. Putting the pieces he had together, it seemed that Eddie had not only punched one of his cool new metal friends for Steve’s sake, but had completely stopped hanging out with his all of his cool new metal friends after they bad mouthed Steve to Eddie’s face. Steve was always under the impression that Eddie had known about the ridicule Trick and his friends subjected him to. But he either just didn’t know the severity of it all, or he didn’t care enough to come to Steve’s defense.

Steve was starting to think that was wrong.

Why didn’t Eddie say any of this in his letter? Would it have made the situation better? Would Steve have believed him if he hasn’t just had this whole eye opening apology and conversation with Trick?

The thought threatened to tip his emotions over the edge again so he shook his head a bit, desperate to clear his thoughts

He finally replied, “I’ll tell him.”

Some of Trick’s toothy smile retuned to his face. “Thanks Steve.” He then threw up the devil horns with his right hand and turned to leave.

As he walked away, Trick turned his head one last time to say “I get it if you don’t wanna come back, but I hope I’ll see you around.”

The bell above the door jingled as it was opened, then closed, and then Trick was gone.

-

Steve had to take a few deep breathes before he went back and finished clearing out the booth. Upon returning to behind the counter, Jenny slid up to him with her arms crossed again.

“God, I thought he’d never leave. That guy didn’t give you a hard time, did he?”

Steve didn’t mean to, but a bitter tone slips into his voice.

“No, Jenny. He didn’t.”

Jenny huffed.

“Good, cuz you never know with those types. They always look like they’re gonna-“

“Just because he looks mean and scary doesn’t mean that’s how he really is! You can’t just judge people like that Jenny!” Steve snapped and instantly felt bad for it. The wide-eyed look Jenny was giving him only made it worse.

“Sorry, sorry,” he said, “I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

“No, you’re right. I mean, yeah the yelling was a little rude, but I shouldn’t judge someone just by how they look or dress,” Jenny shrugged, “I mean just look at Rob. He dresses like a dorky pencil pusher who wouldn’t hurt a fly but you and I both know he packs the meanest left hook when the day drunks get too handsy.”

Steve couldn’t help but let out a loud belly laugh at that. God, he really does love working a shift with Jenny.

-

Steve normally took the bus back to Robin’s dorm after work, but the weather was nice enough and his head was full enough that he decided he needed the walk. There were just too many things that happened today he had to work through.

First there was Eddie’s letter and apology, then Trick’s appearance and apology. Those two things alone were enough for one day. But there was also something else. Something Trick said combine with how he acted, how others had acted towards him, that Steve couldn’t get out of his mind.

“For people like Eddie, it’s hard to find a place that accepts you for who you are, let alone makes you feel welcomed.”

Now Steve knew that most of the crowds he ran with back in Hawkins couldn’t be counted as good friends. But he never entered a group of people and felt unwelcomed. He didn’t have people scoff at him or shuffle away when he entered a room. The only time he felt truly ostracized in high school was the time between Billy Hargrove showing up and meeting Robin after graduation. And even then he may not have been welcomed in his old social circles, but when he walked into a room his presence was at least accepted. After graduation most people he knew stopped caring about the petty high school bullshit anyway, save for Billy himself and a select few of his crownies. He had real friends by then. And eventually, he had Eddie.

Eddie who had always been the one that people would stare at like he was going to sacrifice their dogs to Satan at any minute.

Eddie who knew that there wasn’t a place for outcasts like him, so he MADE a place where other kids could feel safe.

Steve thought back on that first day walking into school after Billy had fully deposed him from his title of King Steve. He had felt hundreds of eyes on him as he walked down the hallway, but at the same time he had never felt more alone.

Steve now wondered if that was the feeling Eddie had dealt with his whole life while living in Hawkins.

The idea made him feel…different about Eddie’s actions these past couple months.

Of course, those actions still caused hurt. And after many late-night tearful discussions with Robin, Steve knew he didn’t deserve to be treated that way, that he had deserved better.

But…

But maybe Eddie hadn’t done it because he was ashamed of Steve, or because he didn’t care about how Steve felt.

Maybe…maybe Eddie just couldn’t believe he had found a place that welcomed him because of who he was, not despite it.

He had told Steve as much about their own relationship after they started officially dating. Eddie joked that he couldn’t believe his interests and quirks were what Steve called positives instead of dealbreakers. Steve had laughed along with him at the time. Now the thought broke his heart.

Steve was tired of things breaking his heart. He was tired of licking his wounds, and he was tired of hiding in Robin’s dorm.

Steve had changed his mind about walking. He located the nearest bus stop.

After all, his and Eddie’s apartment was on the other side of town.

Steve had a letter he needed to respond to in person.

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1. “Yeah, ya know, they’re actually teachin’ all kindsa folk how to read an’ write these days,” she answered his second question with a sarcastic exaggeration of the natural twangs of her accent, ignoring his first entirely. “They ain’t even makin’ you go all the way to law school for it no more.”

2. “Piss off, Earl,” she spat, elbowing him out of the way. “I mean, honest to god fuckin’ piss off, alright?”

3. “Opossums are fuckin’ marsupials, Mary May!”

4. “I would fuckin’ carve out your eyes and throw them in the lake first, so that the only thing you’d ever see of me again is my fishing hook when I came back here to catch whatever trout had the bad luck of eating you.” 

5. “Familiar enough to know that if you’re calling me a ‘Delilah’ or something that’s some misogynistic bull —”

6. “Probably do a little publicity tour, once it all makes news. A few TV specials, tell-all nightly news interviews, a true crime podcast here and there. I bet I could make a good buck writing some kinda fucking memoir or something about this shit. Everyone would eat it up, you know, out of guilt, ‘cause —” she paused, raising her pitch a bit in nasally mocking, “‘cause we should really be focusing on the victims, not making the perpetrators famous,” she chimed, followed by a dismissive wave of her hand at the thought. “But you know, they’d still all be reading it to see what I said about you of course. But no skin off my ass, as long as they buy it. Figure I could spend… two, maybe three months as America’s sweetheart, then slip back into anonymity. Live off the royalties. The occasional consulting fee, anytime someone decides to make a movie about you and your fuckin’ cult.” 

7. “Head wasn’t that good,” she replied flatly. 

8. “Yeah, pretty sure they make a pill these days for when a gal realizes she’s made that kinda mistake,” she retorted with an exaggerated batting of her eyelashes as she pulled the flask from his hand. “And if you’re the baby daddy, she really would be wising up to take it.” 

9. “Oh, I’m back, baby.” She forced the smile to fall from her face, lips and brow tensing with sudden gravity. “And I’ve rigged this whole fucking mountain with explosives set to go off any second now. This thing is gonna blow sky fuckin’ high, and you and I are going to blow up with it. ’Cause I —” she feigned a gasp, brought her wrist to her brow as she threw her head back in a pantomime of being on the verge of fainting. “I can’t deny it any longer — I’m in love with you, and I want us to fucking be together forever in the fiery abyss of death.” 

10. “Tell your big bwother to make his stump speeches even scawrier next time — I’m sure it’ll make the canon fodder he sends out harder to kill, if he gravels his voice a bit more.”

11. She snorted. “You worried I’m not playing with a full set or something?”

12. “I jest,” she hissed, knocking his hand away. “You haven’t fuckin’ gotten that by now? It was a fucking joke.” 

13. “C’mon, that the fucking best miss church camp coachella can do to scare me?”

14. “For the fuckin’ record, I’m prolonging the void of nothingness when my organs stop functioning and I cease to exist in conscious form, not eternal damnation,” she finally spat. 

15. “It’s gonna be hilarious, actually,” she replied, pushing herself off from the door frame with a parting wave. “Tell your friends!” 

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 Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch.25/41

Chapter 25: Be Brave

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, voyeurism, unprotected PIV (Play safe ya'll!), fingering, cunnilingus, tub play

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Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes  involved here. 

Chapter 25: Be Brave

It’s been a week since Elvis fucked you senseless. The countertop guys came and installed the granite countertops today. The flirty guy showed up, ‘to make sure everything went smoothly’. He asked you out on a date. You told him you were seeing someone. He backed down, but told you to look him up if it all went tits up.

You finished installing the sink today. Damn you are almost done with this kitchen! Appliances should be delivered this week too! You need a day off though, you’ve been working non-stop. You are hoping you can catch Austin soon. He has still been haunting you in the middle of the night, in the best possible way. You text him.

Me: Hey, when is your next day off? I have an idea!

You go to put your phone away, not expecting to hear from him anytime soon. Then your phone dings.

Austin: Day after tomorrow. What’s up?

Me: Do you want to go develop your film? You send a link to the Maud Street Photo gallery and Dark Room in Brisbane.

Austin: Yes please.

Me: I’ll book the darkroom.

Austin: You are a goddess.

Me: That is correct.

You book the space, and text him details. You get a thumbs up from him. Then nothing.

The next day at about 1PM, you are on your knees, installing the final trim around the living room when you hear the door open.

“Oh good! You are home!” Austin exclaims.

You stand up, brushing the dirt off your work pants and hug him tightly.

“Hi love! Oh no, you caught me in my actual work clothes,” you jest.

“Yeah but those knee pads though,” he kisses his fingertips and gestures towards the sky.

“They could come in handy,” you wag your eyebrows suggestively and laugh. “To what do I owe the honor of your presence so early in the afternoon?”

“Well,” he puts his arms around your waist, swaying side to side, ”I am off for the next two days, so go pack a bag, I’m taking you on a weekend getaway.”

“You are?!” you say excitedly, “Sweet! Where are we going?”

“Brisbane, I already set it all up, bring a nice dress. Wait, nevermind, I owe you one anyway. Can you be ready in like a ½ hour? You are driving by the way!” Austin is clearly stoked, thoughts tumbling out of his mouth as he backs towards the door, “I gotta go pack too, I’ll be back in 30 min!”

He shuts the door and you are standing there, then it hits you. He’s never taken you out on a date, let alone for a weekend. In public. Natural Bridge doesn’t count, you didn't’ encounter enough people for it to count.

“Ok,” you say to yourself, unstrapping the pads from your knees, “I guess we are doing this.”

It takes you 10 minutes to pack a bag, 10 in the shower and 5 to put on your long dress, Chacos and throw some mascara on. You are hastily tidying up your scraps from the day when Austin pops in the door.

“Ready?” he grabs your bag.

“I am, but…” you hesitate, unsure what exactly to ask, “what am I supposed to do in public? Do we need to walk separately, or something? I just don’t know what to expect and I’m all of a sudden nervous.” You hadn’t realized it until this moment just how green you are to all of this.

“Oh hunny,” he sets down the bags and enfold you in his arms, ”you don’t have to do anything differently. Just be yourself. I doubt anyone will even recognize me. If they do, well, most people are really nice. I love you and I honestly don’t care if the world sees us, as long as you are OK with that.”

“I want to say I’m OK with it, but I’m also not sure that I have any idea what that would mean,” you say honestly.

“Fuck, I’m sorry I didn’t think about this, I was just excited to get away with you. We don't have to go if you don’t want to,” he says, trying not to sound disappointed.

“Hold up, I didn’t say I didn't want to go. I just need you to remember that I’m just a civilian here in your celebrity world. I really don’t give a fuck about what people might say about me or what they see. I just don’t want to mess with your reputation or image or whatever. Cuz I love you too.”

“Awww, Kitten, thank you.” he hugs you close, ”It will all be just fine. I haven’t seen any paparazzi around here lately anyway. The way I see it, it’s none of their business. If something happens, just follow my lead. They don’t get to control us.”

You take a big breath, “Alright, fuck it, let’s go have a great weekend.”

You manage to sneak Austin out like last time, although no one was there to see anyway, which goes a long way to soothe your fears. You just don’t want to end up not being able to go to the grocery store. You remind yourself that you aren’t dating a member of the royal family, so chill out.

The one and a half hour drive is easy in the afternoon. You spontaneously stop at a little hole in the wall place called Yatala Pie Shop. Mostly because, mmmm pie. They make homemade delicious gourmet pot pies and pastries. You share a chicken mushroom pie, a sausage roll and a caramel tart. You are feeling much more relaxed. You are just two normal, admittedly pretty, people out driving.

Austin has a roll of film to finish, so he periodically snaps a photo of you. Driving, eating, laughing.

You pull up to the swanky Emporium Hotel.

“Shit Austin, I don’t know if I’m this fancy… I’m not sure I’m gonna fit in,” you look at him slightly concerned.

“I get it, but Kitten, the key is to simply act like you do,” He winks as he gets out of the car. You nod to yourself as the valet opens your door and you hand your keys to her.

A bellhop grabs the bags. Austin is right there beside you, hand on your waist, sweeping you confidently into the lobby. A fantastic white sweeping staircase dominates the three story atrium in front of a wall of glass. A huge red sculptural wall abuts the lush living wall that provides the backdrop for the front desk.

Austin leads you up with a little of that Elvis swagger in his gait. It’s sexy as hell. He checks in under a pseudonym. Everyone immediately is treating you both with that deference you thought reserved for rich people. Maybe they know who he is?

Taking Austin’s advice, you just act like someone with money. ‘These old things? Yes, these are exclusive Chacos only for sexy people. This dress, yes it IS vintage, sustainability is so posh,’ you think to yourself, trying to act bored, as though you have seen all this before, even though you are ‘wowing’ on the inside.

“Ah, yes sir, and your tickets will be waiting at will-call tomorrow,” says the concierge with a smile.

Austin also asks for information on where the best shopping is. The concierge recommends a couple places and offers to call ahead for an appointment and an uber whenever you are ready.

The bellhop has your bags on a cart and takes you to your room. You get in the elevator and go up, up, up. He makes small talk, asking if you’d ever been here before and where you were planning on dinner. He recommends the hotel restaurant as well as a couple others near. The bell dings at the top floor and the elevator opens to a beautiful foyer.

“Welcome to the Exquisite Suite Sir,” the bellhop says as he makes a show of opening an elaborate set of double doors, flanked by Carrera Marble columns. You quickly realize why they were treating you and Austin that way. It’s not that they know who he is. It’s that he booked the best suite in the hotel

It is gorgeous. Floor to ceiling windows, balcony, a huge bed, well placed mirror walls, marble bathroom, a huge tub overlooking the city, a walk-in closet and a full on bar with chilled champagne in a bucket and chocolate dipped strawberries. The bellhop opens the champagne and pours two glasses.

Austin tips the bellhop and closes the door as you pull open the balcony doors and go stand at the clear railing, looking out at the amazing city view.

“Holy crap babe, this is splashy,” you tell him as he brings over the glasses and the strawberries, offering you one. You guys clink, drink and take a bite out of the strawberries. The chocolate, berry and champagne flavors mix in your mouth. It's decadent!

“I figure we have both been working hard and we deserve it.” He wraps his arm around you, kissing your neck.

“Well, what all do you have planned to do?” you ask.

“Apart from you?” he drains his glass and sets it down on the little table and pulls your shoulder strap down, kissing your skin.

“I hoped I would be on the list, yes” you smile, leaning your head to the side so he can kiss up your neck.

“Well,” *kiss* “ I want to take you to get a new dress for tomorrow night,” *kiss* “We have the darkroom tomorrow at one,” *kiss* “And theater tickets at 7,” *kiss* “Anything else is gravy.”*kiss* “We can do that wheel thing," he points out the window to what looks like a Ferris wheel, “ we can walk the gardens, do a museum, find a club, … whatever you want hun.” *kiss*

“Damn, I don’t know what I want to do first,” you say, “ strike that, yes I do.” You set down your champagne, turn around and hands to Austin’s face, press your lips to his. “Thank you Austin,” you whisper against his gorgeous, full lips.

He looks deep into your eyes and says with a straight face, “my pleasure.”

You fucking crack up. He does too.

“Ahhh,” he says on the tail end of his laughter, “no really, I’m so grateful you were willing to come with me.” He leans in and kisses you slowly, deeply.

Your hands are on his neck, playing in his hair. God you love kissing him. The breeze kicks up and your dress billows. Austin's hands land on your naked cheeks.

“Wait a minute, have you been bare under this all afternoon?” he asks, gliding his hands to see if you have on a thong or something.

“Yes,“ you shrug, ”I wanted to be ready, y’know, if we had a chance for a little quickie in the wild.” Your hand migrates to his covered crotch. You feel a growing bulge.

“Did you now,” he says, “Well I can’t decide if that’s naughty or nice.”

“Why not both?” You unzip his fly and pull out his half hard cock. You step back, turn around leaning forward on the railing and step your legs apart. You look over your shoulder at him, then lift up the back of your dress, revealing your naked bum.

“Oh hoh hoh, Kitten,” his hands are on you, one on your ass and one cupping your breast, his mouth kissing, sucking biting your neck. His growing cock rubbing on your bare cheek. His shorts and undies fall to the ground.

His hand slips down your front, between your legs, feeling your soft lips. He presses on either side, making your moist inner lips push out. He milks your lips, going wide and pressing deep, then pushing them together while he pulls away. It makes you suck in breath and breathe out shakily.

“How ready for me are you?” he asks, easily sliding a finger between your lips. ”Oh my, quite.”

He pulls away his finger glistening with moisture and brings it to his mouth. You watch him suck your juices off his finger from the corner of your eye. Twisting, you reach up and pull him down to your mouth. Your tongue flicking on his lip, tasting the slightly salty remnants of you there.

Both of his hands reach down to pull your cheeks apart. His now hard cock slides between your legs, along the line of wetness he created when he pinched your lips. His velvety soft tip feels exquisite along your smooth labia. Luckily you had just got waxed a couple days ago.

You seep more. He slides more. You moan softly. He quietly groans in the back of his throat. He slides his arms under yours, fingers playing with your stiffening nipples.

“Do you want me fuck you Kitten?” he growls in your ear, “out here in broad daylight, with your dress still on?”

“Oh gods yes,” you moan quietly.

You tip your hips just enough to slide him into you on the next thrust. From behind he feels even bigger than usual and the angle hits you just right inside.

Buried deep in you, he laughs low and grips tight to your shoulders from the front. His hips rock back, pulling his cock almost out of you, then thrusts forward, sheathing himself in you again. He hits that spot in you again, making you moan.

Suddenly you hear voices. You both freeze, trying to figure out where it’s coming from. It sounds like from below. You peek over and see a couple on the slightly larger balcony below you. You motion for Austin to look.

You both peer over, him still inside you. The couple start kissing, after a minute, she drops to her knees as he undoes his fly. Her head bobs forward and backward as she starts sucking his cock. It’s fucking hot. You are mesmerized.

“Do you want to go inside?” Austin whispers quietly in your ear.

You shake your head, no.

“Can you be quiet?” he whispers in your ear, you can hear the smile in his voice.

You just nod.

Slowly, he starts moving in you. Both of you are watching over the balcony.

The man has taken off his shirt, his pants puddled around his ankles. He is moderately muscular. She has added her hand to the stroking of him. He is moaning audibly, hands laced on the back of his neck. You hear “That’s it mama, take it deep, daddy likes your mouth on his cock.” She keeps sucking him, making choking sounds.

You swallow a moan, pressing your lips together.

He stands her up, spit has soaked the front of her blouse. He pulls it off and kneads her big natural breasts. She undoes the bra and he leans down to take her nipples in his mouth. She is beautifully curvy, with long brown hair that falls down her back as he leans her head back, eyes closed, moaning.

Austin’s thrusts become faster.

He is wiggling off her pants. She sits in the balcony chair, her legs over the arms.

“Yeah, you get down there and fuckin’ eat that muff,” she says.

He kneels in front of her and dives into her pussy. She is moaning loudly. “Yeah, get it daddy, tongue-fuck that fuck hole. YES!”

It is so hot watching them fuck with Austin inside you. He starts breathing a little harder in your ear.

You can hear her yelling, “I’m ‘bout to cum daddy, yes, finger me, yes, yes YES!”

You look back down and she has a hold of his hair, grinding her pussy into his face.

“Look at her cumming on his face,” Austin whispers to you, fucking you harder now. Your fingers are rubbing around your clit, you hadn't even realized you were touching yourself.

The man is rising up from his knees, stroking his cock. “Daddy’s gonna fuck that sweet cunt now. You ready for me?”

You feel heat rising from your core

“Oh daddy, give me that big cock.” He does have a big cock, you notice. She is bouncing, slapping her pussy with light smacks as he leans over her. “You are so fucking hot baby,” he guides himself into her and starts fucking her hard, planking on the chair.

You are getting close. Your free hand is clutched in Austin’s hair behind you.

“Watch how he makes her tits bounce,” his low voice quiet in your ear. Austin starts fucking you in earnest, as you flicker across your clit with your fingertips.

“Fucking take it mama, take my cock like a champ. Oh fuck, I’m gonna paint your pussy like a Pollak,” you hear him say.

You hear squelching noises, you aren’t sure if they are yours or hers.

Your chin tilted up to the sky, eyes fluttering, you are so close.

“No baby, “ he gently tilts your head down, “watch them cum,” he whispers.

You open your mouth in a silent O just as you hear her screaming “OOOOOHHHHH FUUUUUUCK YEAHHH!!” He pulls out of her and jizzes all over her tits and belly.

Your orgasm mushrooms from your clit and g-spot and ruptures into your chest. Screaming silently, your whole body shakes. Austin is gripping you tightly, trying to hold you up as he slams into you, then leans back and thrusts deep, shaking as he silently pumps his cum into you.

“Fuck mama,” the man says, “ that was good, my little exhibitionist.”

“Yeah, I would love it if someone was actually watching us.” She says as they go inside.

“Should we tell them?” you ask Austin as he is pulling out of you, cum dripping down your leg.

“UM no,” he says firmly, “remember, shy.”

“Oh yeah, sorry, I forget that about you.” You kiss him.

“Let’s clean up and go get you a dress. Although you may want to wear some underthings.” He smiles at you and playfully slaps your ass. ….

You guys uber to a fancy French boutique suggested by the concierge, who made an appointment for you. It’s one of those places that they give you drinks and bring clothes for you to try on.

Austin sits down on the viewing couch with his bourbon. The lady running the shop is painfully thin, even for a French lady. She brings a handful of evening dresses. You tried on a couple, but none of them fit right and they made Austin frown and shake his head.

The lady is unzipping the dress for you in the dressing room. She makes a rude comment under her breath in French about how your muscles were too big for her evening wear, but smiles at you in the mirror.

You turn around, mouth open “Excusez-moi?” you say quietly, “oui, je parle francais,“ then louder and in English, “ My body is kick ass and strong. I’m not gonna let you or anyone else body shame me, especially in a language they don’t think I know. Plus that fucking HOT man out there loves this body.”

You grab your sundress off the satin hanger and shoes from the floor. Confidently you walk out of the dressing room in your bra and panties.

“Et peut-être manger quelque chose, dame grincheuse,” you say to her. She just stands there, mouth open in shock.

You stand in front of Austin, and step into your dress. He is frowning, not at your lack of dress, but at what he heard you say in the dressing room.

“Will you please zip me up babe.” You say calmly, although you are fuming inside.

“Of course Kitten,” he throws his drink back, and stands up and zips up your back. “We will go spend our money somewhere else," he says calmly.

You walk out the door, completely ignoring the shop lady as she stutters out half hearted apologies in French.

Down the street, he stops you and hugs you tight. “I’m sorry love, are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m ok, I just didn’t expect that, especially in this day and age," you blow out a big breath.

“What did she say?” he asks.

“That I was too big and muscle-y for her dresses but in French with a smile on her face, assuming I wouldn’t know what she was saying.” You say exasperated.

“What did you say to her before we left?”

“I told her to eat something, then called her a cranky lady,” he stares at you, you stare at him. You let out a puff of laughter and you both start laughing.

“You are right though,” he gathers you to him, “I do love your body.”

You try another shop, the man running it was amazing. He knew exactly what you needed and within a ½ hour you had a dress that made Austin’s eyes light up. It was deep sparkly blue, off the shoulder and curve hugging with a thigh slit that showed off your sexy leg. It fit you like a glove.

You told Austin he really didn’t have to pay for it.

“Oh no, I insist.” then in a lower voice, “so if I ruin it later, I won’t feel bad about it.”

He hands his credit card to the man, who pretends not to hear, but winks at you as he runs the card. Austin has the dress sent to the hotel. You decided not to look at the price tag, you didn’t want to know. You thanked him profusely.

“Oh you will thank me just fine later,” he says with a wink.

As you walk down the street you see a big sign that says CLUB X. You are intrigued. You walk right in and find a sex toy store. You are giddy! You love these places!

“I’ve never been brave enough to go to a place like this,” he whispers in your ear.

“Oh babe, these places are fun! People aren’t embarrassed about sex and you can ask all the questions.” You are like a kid in a candy store.

You two wander around together at first, then you separate and end up at the other side of the store.

“Can I help you find anything?” you hear the clerk ask him.

“Yes,” says Austin, ”um, I am wondering about these,” he indicates the display in front of him.

The clerk talks to him as you check out rainbow butt plugs and new clit suction toys. You decide to buy a fully submersible vibe, thinking of the huge tub in the hotel room. The clerk talks you into some water play lube and some toy cleaner, which you needed anyway.

“Just don’t use the silicone waterplay lube directly on the silicone toy, do you need some regular lube for it?” they ask, putting your purchases into a black paper bag.

“I definitely do not,” you look over your shoulder at Austin, who is walking towards you. “He keeps me wet enough pretty much all the time. Now if you have an electrolyte drink for sex….”

You both crack up as Austin comes up behind you and puts his arm around your waist. “Oh, wow, yes I can see why, lucky girl.” the clerk says to you quietly.

“You ready to go? I’m hungry,” he says.

“You two enjoy your purchases!” they say, knowingly, as you walk out hand in hand.

“Did you get something babe” you ask.

Austin just winks at you and walks on in search of food. You shake your head and hurry after him. Boys.

You come across an Argentinian grill called La Bocca Bar and decide to have dinner there. You head to the bathroom as you are waiting for a table.

As you step out the bathroom door, you notice a man do a double take and ask Austin if he is, well, himself. He shyly affirms. You keep back and let him do his thing. You are amazed at how kind he is, taking a picture with the guy and chatting. Shaking his hand as he departs.

Once you are seated and have a drink order in, he says, “See, that wasn’t so bad, He was a really nice guy, recognized me from Once Upon a Time in Hollywood. He’s a Quinten Tarantino fan too.”

You sneakily pay for dinner, you couldn't let Austin pay for EVERYTHING. He gives you a squinty-eyed, pursed-lip look and shakes his head. You just smile big and cute.

Walking hand in hand, you wander through the city’s botanical gardens as the sun sets. The gardens are gorgeous. He is gorgeous. You are fucking gorgeous too! As it gets darker, he pulls you into a dark little alcove behind a tree and plants a long deep kiss on you. His hand slipping down between your legs.

“Oh Kitten, if I were braver I would lift this dress right here and slip inside you,” he whispers into your ear.

“Fuck, be brave baby,” you whisper back, bunching up the fabric in your fist. His fingers, expecting to find the soft material of your panties, finds only your bare skin.

“Oh hohoh,” he breathes out with a curled lip, “you are so dirty, I love it.” He pushes his fingers inside you, “how are you always so damn wet.”

“You.” Your hands are wrapped around his neck, pressing your body close to his to hide this devious act from any wayward eyes.

He captures your mouth with his. Your hips rocking back and forth on his fingers, the knuckle of his thumb sparking against your clit..

“Fuck that feels good baby” you whisper in his ear. “Don’t stop.”

“You gotta be quiet again.” He lets you continue to fuck yourself on his fingers, kissing your mouth.

You can feel the sparks start to catch fire. Your breath comes short and sharp through your nose. His kiss fanning the flames. He pulls his fingers out and just starts flicking your clit with his fingers. It’s just enough to set you off, flames dancing across your nub and into your core. You quietly moan, muted by his mouth. Your hands grip his arms tight, fingers digging into his flesh. Your stomach tightens and shivers run up and down your spine.

He pulls away, both hand and mouth. Your dress drops, hiding your wet thighs. You lean your head on his chest. Recovering your breath.

You hear the crunching of feet on the pathway. You both freeze until the crunching fades. He lets out the breath he was holding.

“Fuck, that was close’ he says.

“Yeah, but thanks for being brave baby.” You lean up and lightly kiss his lips.

“Lets go back to the hotel,” he suggests.

“Yes please, I need a bath,” you declare, remembering your new toy.

“Yes you do, dirty girl” he says low, “and I need more of you.”

You decide to walk back to the hotel across the Good Will Bridge and along the river front walk. He buys ice cream from a street vendor. It is a perfect night.

Back in the room, Austin draws a hot bath. You put your hair up and sink into the freestanding, oversized oval tub. He turns off the lights and slides in behind you, the water rising to cover your tits. You watch the city lights creating contrasting highlights and shadows across your bodies. You cuddle in the hot water as he runs his fingers over your skin.

Once again, it strikes you how blissful this moment is: the feel of him behind you, the lines he is tracing on your arm and shoulder, the eddies of his breath on your neck; the warm water cocooning you both.

Fucking paradise.

You take in an enormous breath, burrow into him, and exhale the most rapturous sigh.

He hugs you tight to him, kissing your temple.

Bliss.

After a few minutes his deep voice rumbles in your ear, “Would you be willing to play a little game with me tomorrow?”

“What are you thinking?” you nuzzle your ear against his lips.

“Well, I am wondering if you’ll let me edge you all day,” he is cupping your breasts in the water.

Immediately you are intrigued, “Oh?”

“Y'know, play with you, get you all hot and bothered but not let you cum. At least not until I say so. I’m curious how you will respond to that,” his hand migrates to your labia, stroking you lightly under the water.

“Well, my demon may eat you alive… but I am game to try.”

“Your demon?” he asks.

“Oh, you have met her,” you smile, “remember that morning when you made me cum and cum and cum?”

Austin nods his head, “Mmm hmm, that was fun .”

“Well, right after I was squatting on your cock and came on your face,“ Austin growls appreciatively behind you pressing his palm into your vulva, “when you told me I needed to be tamed and knocked me down on the bed and I still demanded that you fuck me?”

“Oh yes,” he remembers, “ you had this wild look like I was prey or something.”

“Yeah,” you say a little self-consciously, “ you were. Prey. That was my sex demon. She can get out of hand sometimes. I usually keep her on a short leash, although you tend to bring her out.”

“I seemed to be able to handle her then, I’m sure it’ll be fine,” he seems confident, ”and if it comes to that, I will just tie her down on my own short leash.“ He rubs his hand back and forth.

“Oh my, “ the idea and pressure start another warm fire behind your clit. “Ok, on one condition.”

“What’s that Kitten,” he rubs a thumb across your nipple.

“That we don’t start until tomorrow morning,” you sit up, reach behind the tub and grab your new vibrator, “cuz I gotta play in this tub!”

“Alright,” he says, pulling you around for a kiss to seal the deal.

His lips are unfathomably soft, the tip of his tongue tickling your bottom lip. You melt into his chest, momentarily forgetting about the vibrator in your hand. Your lips open, pressing together, creating a seal to one another, tongues rolling across one another before pulling back with slight suction forming into two mouths once again with the tiniest of ingressive clicks.

“God I love kissing you,” you say looking into his eyes, “please don’t ever stop kissing me.”

“As long as it’s within my power Kitten,” he agrees, “That’s one of the first things I loved about you, that first night when you kissed me back. I knew that any woman who could kiss like that…” he shakes his head in memory, “well I knew we would fit well together.”

You acknowledge with a soft “yeah” and nod, kissing him again, longer this time. While kissing you, he takes the vibrator from your hand, and starts rubbing it against your pussy lips under the water. It’s off, but the soft silicone covering and the friction feels good.

Your kiss becomes more passionate, leveraging against the side of the tub with your foot to twist and reach up farther to him.

You can feel his hardening cock trapped in an awkward position between your bodies. You lift away from him a little, allowing space for him to rise behind you. You nestle back down against him, reaching for the vibrator with him. You turn it on to the lowest setting and help him press it to your pubis.

The fingers on his other hand drift down to your opening. There is something about the warm water and the vibrations that just hits different, while his fingers swirling in little circle motions just inside you make it all the more.

Guiding the vibe side to side, you snuggle the end down between your labia up against your clit. A moan slips from your lips as your head falls back against Austin’s shoulder as a spike of pleasure arcs up from the vibe.

Your thumb clicks the vibe up a level. Your hips shimmy against the vibrator and his fingers.

“Oh yeah.” he breathes into your ear, pushing his cock against your shaking body. His fingers start moving faster.

Another spike of pleasure shoots through you, then another. Your pussy clenches and you jolt forward, curling around your core.

“Ohhohohoh” you moan, not exactly an orgasm, but close.

Austin extracts his hand from your crotch and lifts your hips. You grab the edge of the tub, dropping the vibe to stand up. You reach for the water play lube and decide to make a show of it, stand up in the tub and bend over really far, Austin’s hands automatically go to your cheeks, spreading them apart so he can see.

“You have the most beautiful pussy, Kitten,” he says.

Before you can put lube on it, Austin’s tongue is slurping at the water dripping from your labia, reaching forward, teasing your clit.

“God I love licking you,” he says, lips against your labia and mimicking you from earlier, “please don’t ever stop letting me eat your pussy.”

“As long as it is in my power, Mon Roi.” You mimic back.

He pulls your hips towards him and delves into you, licking and sucking. He. Is. So. Talented. You mentally thank any and all previous lovers who taught him and/or provided opportunity for practice. Your ass shakes on his tongue.

He pulls away, rubbing your saliva soaked lips and utters the best five words of the day: “I want to fuck you.”

You spread some of the waterplay lube onto just your opening, in case you want to play with the toy more on your clit.

“Can you get your cock out of the water?” He pushes his hips up and since the water is lower for you not being in it, you can slather his cock in the silicone based lube. You put your feet on the outside of his legs and flip your legs underneath you, pushing your ass back towards him on your knees.

“Oh yeah Kitten, slide down on me, “ he holds his cock as he guides you down, “oh my god that feels good.”

On your knees, facing away from him, you are impaled on his cock. His hands are pushing and pulling on your hips as much as you are bobbing back and forth on him. The lube is a game changer and doesn’t wash away. Water begins to splash back and forth in the tub.

After a few minutes, you decide you feel too detached from him. You rise off him and turn around in the tub.

Lowering down onto his cock again, you take his face in your hands and hungrily kiss him. Squatting on your feet this time, you glide up and down the length of him, taking him deep.

Fuck, it feels phenomenal be kissing him and to have him so deep inside you, to be so joined, connected together as one being in the watery chrysalis that is this tub. The beast with two backs, moving together in the ancient rhythm. Water sloshes up and over the thick side of the cauldron. Whatever magic you are making, it is intense.

He pulls away from your mouth, breathing heavily, forehead to yours, hands on your face. Your hips stop moving on him.

“My god Kitten, I feel so good when I’m with you,” he says, “not just fucking, but anytime I am with you. ”

“I’m so damn lucky to get to be with you baby, you are….. beyond words, “ you say, leaning in to kiss him hard. His ass flexes and thrusts into you. Your hips start up again.

Suddenly the water is rippling as Austin turns on the wand and pushes it towards your clit. You break away from kissing him and lean back to give him space. One hand around your waist, the other holding the vibe hard to your pussy, he kicks it up one, two levels.

“Oh fuck yes,” you moan out, head back.

“Keep going Kitten,” he commands. ”I want to watch you go to pieces on my cock.”

His words fan your flames. You are riding him like a galloping stallion, hard and fast, holding to the side of the tub. His hand keeps the vibe tight against you. Water is splashing everywhere.

Deep below and behind your belly the quickening rises. Your eyes roll back in your head, your mouth is open, the tip of your tongue flipping back and forth. Suddenly Austin’s wet finger is in your mouth. You suck it, rubbing your tongue vigorously along its length. Your strokes become short and sharp but he is still deep inside you.

“Do it baby, do it,” he says through clenched teeth. He clicks the vibrator up one more level.

The rising erupts over you like lava from your belly. Steam escapes in a full on scream around this finger as you cum. Your back is alternately arching and rounding on his cock. Water swirls, turbulent, around you both.

You are breathing heavily through your nose, humped over him, still sucking his finger.

“I need you out of this tub,” his voice is low and weighty.

You rise off him and he slips out from under you. You collapse into the tub. Getting out, he almost slips on the wet floor. He throws the towel down and turns to help you out. His cock dripping with water and lube in front of you. You look up, it’s gorgeous. Maybe it's the demon in you, but god you love his cock.

He hauls you up onto your feet and helps you get out, reaching down to grab the vibe. He walks you slowly, carefully backwards off the hard, wet floor, wrapping your wet hair around his loose fist.

“Oh Kitten, you got me so fired up,” he is looking you dead in the eye, lust painted all over his face, “making me finger you in public, sloshing up and down on my cock in the tub, the taste of your pussy on my lips.”

Once you hit the carpet, his hand tightens, pulling your head back. Your pussy drenches again.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” his lips against your exposed neck, “and when you cum again, cuz you will, I’m not gonna stop, no matter how much you beg me to.”

You shudder in delight at the thought, your demon glinting in your eye. Fuck, you want him. Now.

He pushes you down on the foot of the bed, Your wet hair splays out behind you. The cool night air from the open balcony door turns your skin into gooseflesh.

“Come get me baby, make me beg,” your demon coaxes him on.

Then he is on you with a growl, hands again in your hair. His delicious mouth is on yours, his tongue flicking and playing with yours as he finds his way inside you again.

Your swollen pussy and clit are so sensitive already that you almost cum when he thrusts inside you. You know you are in for it now.

He’s nothing if not honorable and true to his word, starts slamming into you, but with a slow rhythm.

Gripping your hair tight, he stops after each thrust, savoring your moan and your body arching, before slamming in again.

Thrust- Arch- Moan- Pull.

Thrust- Arch- Moan- Pull.

Thrust- Arch- Moan- Pull.

Each stroke is deep and hard.

Each one just a little faster than the last.

Soon he is driving in and out of you with no pause, holding you down by your hair.

You are on the brink of cumming again when he sits back onto his heels and pulls your hips on to his lap. He thrusts the vibe into your hand. You click the button several times and shove it onto your clit. He pushes himself into you and holding on to your hips he continues, dauntless in his quest of ravishing your pussy.

You can feel the heat in your face, rising red. The pulsations on your pussy expand deep into you then explode into particles of pleasure that liquefy in your veins, every cell alight.

Austin keeps fucking you.

You are thrashing on his cock now, handfuls of sheets bunched in your fists.

And he keeps going.

Wordless screams roll from you in time to his thrusts.

He keeps going.

Tears stream out your eyes as your screams turn to sobs of “I can't, no, no, no”.

“Yes yes yes!” he snarls, and he keeps going.

It’s too much, you are flooding him, flooding yourself.

He keeps going.

You are swept away, lost in the erotic pain and pleasure that is the torrent of his pounding dick.

Suddenly, he falls forward on top of you, roaring into your shoulder, thrusting hard, harder, harder into you. You rattle your own teeth with the strength of your shaking under him, clenching down so hard onto his cock.

He lets out a string of profanity, as your pussy milks the cum out of him as you clench and unclench. He is laying on you exhausted, shivering and moaning.

[potentialbreakupscng-a]

without even needing to look at the calendar, she knew that it was getting closer to a full moon. heat radiated off of her husband and she tried everything she could to get him to be as comfortable as possible. dora would never admit to it, but sometimes she'd find herself wishing that she could take at least some of the pain away. she hated seeing him in so much pain. the only thing she could do for him was be there for him. with wolfsbane, she could be there for him.

it was just a matter of time, she was told, before he wouldn't be in as much pain, and then hopefully, none at all. dora had never realized how fond madame pomfrey was of remus -- almost as if he were her son. she was the one who delivered the potions to their home, even came to check in on teddy a few times when he had been running a fever and dora felt like she was in over her head.

dora usually woke up early -- a habit of hers even after teddy stopped needing his middle of the night feedings. she'd make coffee and check on teddy to make sure he was sleeping. that he was safe. the cottage that was provided for them was a dream compared to the small apartment they'd been in before. teddy's nursery was larger -- which allowed them more room to play and do what they wanted. she'd find herself in these early mornings just watching his chest rise and fall, her hand resting on his chest and feeling his heartbeat under the pads of her fingers.

after a few moments, she moved to write a note to her mum, letting her know that the afternoon would be a lovely time to pick up teddy. she sent it off with an owl and then moved get remus's potion ready -- grabbing a goblet and filling it the appropriate amount. she moved back to their room and pulled open the door. her eyes widened when she saw remus crawling toward the door, and carefully dropped down to her knees. her hand cups his cheek -- she hates how he's burning up -- while the other carefully lifts the goblet up to his lips. "i know, it tastes like shit but you have to, love," she mutters softly, her thumb brushing against a scar on his cheek. she only pulled the goblet away when she knew he'd finished. after setting the goblet back down, her other hand moved to rest on his other. she placed soft kisses along his face, gently shushing him. "i was just checking on teddy. you're just as needy as him," a jest -- while she pulled him against her chest. her chin rested on the top of his head as arms wrapped securely around him. "i'm here, remus," she turned to place a kiss to the top of his head, "c'mon. let's get you back in bed."

shit .

fucking . shit .

rolling over in their bed , remus felt HOT to touch , his skin on fire , pooling out of him in waves , causing sweat to drip from him like he had just gotten out of the shower . every joint , every muscle was screaming at him , throbbing , making it painfully aware that he was due to transform . despite being as warm as a flame to touch , remus felt his body convulse with shivers , causing him to pull the sheets further up his torso , trying to find some warmth .

he reached for dora , hand SEARCHING for her , painfully && acutely aware that she wasn't by his side . ❝ dora ? ❞ his voice croaked . he lifted his head , eyes searching through the hazy mist that was covering them . ❝ dora . dora ! ❞ he reached for her again , knowing that the space was empty . no . please merlin no .

all thoughts turned dark . she wasn't there . she was gone . she realised her mistake && she left . she's taken teddy && fled . he can't help but feel those FOUL thoughts invade his mind , even though it wouldn't be true . it couldn't be true . eyes glazed , trying to process the sensory input , he reached out , stumbling out of bed , crawling on hands && knees , trying to make it to the door . no . no . no . please no . dora . he couldn't ...

gentle hands found him , && then a cool goblet to his lips . drink . though the liquid FOUL , remus found himself forcing it down his throat , hands curled around dora's wrists as she supported the goblet && his head . // @potentialbreakupscng wanted a sick remus

[festivalsofmargot]

hello:))) can i request garreth x reader and what he would do for their one year anniversary? like he wants it to be very special and sweet and romantic because she’s the love of his life :) thank you!!!!

Freckled Serotonin

{Garreth Weasley x GN!Reader}

Got this pic of Garreth from Rimaeternax on twitter!!! 

Word Count: ~ 2,900

Warnings: Kissing, Fluff

Author’s Note: Thank you for the request, anon! Didn’t realize how much I enjoy writing lovey dovey dates haha. I had way too much fun with this one 🥰 A good lack of angst here, you and Garreth have a very healthy relationship and you’re going to like it dammit lmfao. Take some time for yourselves and turn off your brain. Hope you enjoy guys, have a good day 🤗

Songs (if interested):

My Love - maye

watch you sleep - girl in red

we fell in love in october - girl in red

STARSTUD - Matt Watson

Garreth twirled his wand between his fingers as he made his way to the dining hall for breakfast. He was deep in thought of what to do for your one year anniversary the next day. The main plan the two of you had was to go to Hogsmeade for some butterbeers, but he wanted to do a bit more than that. He was worried you’d get bored of him by the end of the night if that’s all you did. He had tried to ask what more you wanted to do, but you were insistent the butterbeers and being with him were enough for you. Ever since, he’d been racking his brain for ideas on what he could surprise you with.

He spotted you in the dining hall standing near the Hufflepuff table, speaking with Poppy, Everett and Natty. He was starving but he couldn’t not see you first. He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and setting his chin upon your shoulder. “Morning.”

You turned your head slightly to look at him and brought your hand up to caress his cheek. “Ah, there’s my boy.”

Merlin, he loved it whenever you said ‘my’ while referring to him. “What potions do you need today?”

Your hand slid to the back of his head as you thought, gently ruffling his hair, making his insides go wild. “Hmm, do you think you could make me...” You made a clicking sound with your tongue as you counted off in your head, “...three thunderbrew potions?”

“Three?” He kissed your cheek and pulled away. “I sure do spoil you.” He turned to your group. “Does anyone else want a kiss and a cuddle this morning?” 

You, Poppy and Natty cackled. He always felt a sense of triumph getting a laugh from you.

“I’m tempted to say ‘yes’, you asked so nicely.” Everett jested.

“Oh Everett, how long are you going to act like you don’t want me?” Garreth plopped down on the bench next to him and threw an arm over his shoulder.

Everett shook his head, but looked amused all the same. “I don’t know how you put up with him.” He said, staring up at you.

“I do what I must for free potions.” You smirked.

“Don’t know what I’ve done to deserve such cruel treatment from everyone this morning.” Garreth gave you a wink as he got up, then headed to the Gryffindor table, pinching your side as he passed.

-

Garreth was working on your thunderbrew potions during his free period in Professor Sharp’s empty classroom. You leaned against the doorway as you watched him measure out the ingredients and scribble off items written on his parchment. His robes were off and he had his sleeves rolled up, giving you a tantalizing view of his forearm muscles. 

You loved his goofy, outgoing personality, but Merlin he looked so alluring when he was absorbed in his brewing. Garreth really was talented when it came to potions, but he had the most fun experimenting and trying new things.

You went up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist like he did to you that morning, except your grip was a good bit tighter. 

“Can I help you?” He asked without taking his eyes off of his station.

“What are you up to?” You were being cheeky, peeking at the cauldron before him.

“Trying to make your potions.” He knew he made you go mad when he was engrossed in his work, he could keep up the act if it kept your hands on him. It always turned into this game of you trying to distract him and him trying to stay focused. He adored it. “I need to get more shrivelfigs. Do you mind?” He gestured to your arms around him.

“Not at all.” You tried to bite back the smile as you tightened your hold on him.

“You’re impossible.” Garreth sighed as he made his way to the ingredient shelves, you kept your hold and matched your footsteps to his. “Do you want your thunderbrew potions or not?” He tried to chide you but his chuckles came through. He’d always give off that he was annoyed when you had these bouts of clinginess to him. But, truth be told, they made him feel wonderful. 

There were times when it would be tough to see you with how busy you were, it was why he was so dedicated to brewing any potion you needed. He knew you could just as easily make your own, but if he made them it could keep you connected. There was always a lingering worry that a distance would grow between the two of you and you’d come to realize you didn’t need him for anything. Every bit of reassurance he got was intoxicating.

Garreth grabbed a few shrivelfigs out of the jar, then went back to his station with you still on him. “You keep this up, you’ll be brewing your own potions.” Please don’t call my bluff. Please don’t call my bluff.

You bit at his shoulder and his knees went weak. “But, I have so much fun watching you do it.”

“Well then let me work!” He laughed.

You pressed your lips to the spot you bit. “You can work like this, can’t you?”

“Don’t you have a Crossed Wands match to get to?” He asked as he picked up his ladle and stirred the pot.

You groaned and rested your forehead on his back. “Nothing gets passed you, I see. I thought you were supposed to be the troublemaker.”

Garreth set the ladle to the side and turned in your arms. He took your face in his hands and pressed his lips to yours. His stomach did a flip when he could feel you smile into the kiss. He stood strong, but he was one step away from being putty in your hands.

He pulled back, still cupping your cheeks and looking over your flushed features. He hid his giddiness with feigned vexation. "Happy?”

You smiled at him, staring at his lips. Heat swirled in him witnessing how blatant you made it that you wanted him. Tempted, he returned to your lips for more, kissing you deeper this time. The feel of your tongue gracing his bottom lip caused something to snap in him. One hand moved from your cheek down to your hip and he fisted the fabric of your uniform. His other hand slid to the back of your head, the hunger for you growing. He tilted your head so he could begin feasting on your neck.

You bit your lip to hold back the moan he was teasing out of you. Then a sizzling sound caught your attention and your eyes fluttered open. You thought the bubbles from the pot looked a little too big. “Garreth?” You said his name breathily, but he kept at your neck. “Garreth. The pot.” You said a little more stern, yet still unstable at his touches.

“Hmm?” He pulled away just enough to look back. “Oh dammit.” He released you and went to begin stirring with the ladle again. He threw in another drop of leech juice and that seemed to bring everything back to normal.

“How are you so good at brewing?” You moved to his side and stroked a finger slowly down his arm, causing a tingling sensation to course through it. 

“On no you don’t.” Garreth got behind you and gripped your shoulders, pushing you out of the classroom. “You’re nothing but trouble, go on to your Crossed Wands match so I can finish up here.”

You gave a dramatic sigh. “Fine. But don’t think you can get rid of me this easily tomorrow.”

He wouldn’t say getting rid of you in that moment was ‘easy’. Once he got you out the door, you followed his wishes and went on your way. You glanced back at him over your shoulder and waved him goodbye with your fingers. He leaned against the doorway and watched as you left. 

Love of my life. His heart squeezed at the sudden words that formed in his head and he rubbed at his chest. Before he could really think on those words, the sizzling sound started up again. “Shit.”

-

Garreth looked over himself in the mirror as he finished buttoning up his vest. Was this enough for your anniversary date to The Three Broomsticks? Or worse... was it too much? He thought it over and decided to tone it down and roll up his sleeves how you liked. You were always out for some assignment until the last minute, most likely you’d be disheveled in the standard uniform when he met with you. He clenched his jaw at the thought, he really liked it when you were disorderly like that.

He waited at The Three Broomsticks and spoke with some other students who were hanging out there. He didn’t know them, but he was the kind of person who could walk into a room and make friends with anybody. Where did his confidence go when it came to you? How did you manage to put such worrying thoughts of not being enough for you in him? You never made him feel anything of the sort, but you were the most capable person he’d ever met. He couldn’t believe he piqued your interest, especially when he had such a disastrous first impression that included a potion exploding in his face and getting you in trouble with him for it.

He felt someone touch his elbow and he turned, meeting your eyes. Just as he predicted, you were in your uniform, tie loosened, top buttons undone, shirt untucked on one side. He made himself stand up a bit straighter, trying to hide the fact that his nerves were in a frenzy at your state.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t have time to clean myself up. Are you mad?”

“Livid.” He grabbed your hand, nodded his head goodbye to his new friends, and pulled you towards a table in the back of the tavern. Before the two of you sat, he wrapped an arm around you. He pulled you close and said in a low tone near your ear, “You should know by now I prefer you like this.”

It was a good thing Garreth had such a strong hold on you, because your body went weak, swooning at his words. You felt him step away all too soon and he pulled out your chair.

“I’ll go get us some butterbeers.” He said as you sat and he pushed in your chair.

You rested your chin on your palm and watched him. He leaned against the bar, chatting easily with everyone around him. Ever since the fwooper feather incident, you’ve been sweet on him. Garreth’s energy was so addicting and it seemed like every person he met felt the same. 

You didn’t know how he did it. You could never talk to people as easily as he did, made you wonder what he saw in you. Not only were you much more of a quiet person, you were constantly out working on assignments, returning to campus profoundly unpresentable. Even after a year you still found it difficult to believe you were able to land him. 

You were mortified at the thought of meeting him tonight in the state you were in, but you would hate yourself even more if you arrived late. Your original plan was to show up and assure him you’d be right back after you cleaned up, but the second he looked at you with those beguiling, green eyes, you didn’t want to leave.

Garreth returned with a butterbeer in each hand. “I felt you eyeing me that whole time.” He set one in front of you and took the seat opposite you. “Now, I know I’m a striking young man, but please do have some self control while we’re out in public.” 

You grinned like a fool and pulled the butterbeer closer to you. “You are pretty nice to look at.”

He took a sip of his butterbeer so that the foam would cover his lip like a mustache. “Alright, I’ll let it go this time. But you can’t keep embarrassing me like this.”

You let out a snort, then shot your hands up to cover your face. He was instantly charmed. Unable to keep up his little comedy act, he wiped away the foam. Letting out a few chuckles of his own, he watched proudly as you struggled to quiet down your laughing. 

He got up and moved his chair closer to yours. He sat back down and rested his arm on the back of your seat. “Tell me what I got to do to get that sound out of you again, I’m begging you.”

Finally getting your laughter under control, you removed one hand from your face to smack his chest. “Don’t act like that did something for you.”

“Ow!” He laughed, grabbing your hand and holding it captive against his chest.

Your time at The Three Broomsticks went on with him trying to get more snorts out of you, your hands stroking each other’s thighs under the table, and absent minded kisses.

“I’ll go get the next round.” You stood up from your seat and Garreth stood as well, grabbing your wrist before you could go.

“Actually, I have a surprise for you.”

You tilted your head, raising a questioning brow at him. “Oh?”

He nodded his head and offered his arm. You took it and squeezed, greedily feeling up his bicep.

Once the two of you were out of the tavern, you leaned your head against his shoulder and sighed. “Garreth, you didn’t need to do anything. We could have stayed at The Three Broomsticks all night and I would’ve been happy.”

He frowned and shook his head. “You would have gotten bored of me.”

You cackled. “Oh, definitely.” You looked up at him when he didn’t laugh with you and saw he was staring ahead, jaw tight. “Wait, were you serious? You... think I would have gotten bored of you?” You halted your steps and gently tugged at him to stop and look at you.

Garreth only looked down and rubbed the back of his neck, not knowing what to say. You had never seen him so unsure of himself.

“How could I get bored of you? You make brewing potions interesting, I could watch you do it all day. In fact, I’ve tried plenty of times, but you always gave me the boot. If anything, I thought you were getting bored of me.”

He met your eyes then, and shook his head. “Never.” The look on his face told you he meant it, and a touched smile graced your lips. His heart rate picked up. “I love you.” He blurted, feeling a wave of bashfulness. He shoved his hands in his pockets and kicked the dirt at his feet like a child. “Just... thought you should know.”

Your lips parted slightly in shock, something fluttered in your chest so harshly you thought it would burst out. “You do?”

Garreth nodded his head, darting his eyes back and forth from your face to anywhere else, the wait for you to say something back making him more anxious by the second.

“Sorry, you... caught me off guard.” You chuckled, rubbing at your face hoping the burn from your blushing would go away. “But, I love you too.”

As soon as you said it back, his confidence came back soaring. He also took a smug pleasure in seeing how fidgety he made you. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you along with him to a dark, nearby alleyway. He glanced around to make sure no one could catch a glimpse of the two of you. Once he felt the coast was clear, he pinned you up against the nearest wall and narrowed his eyes at you. He brought his mouth to yours. He wanted to kiss you until you couldn’t think straight. 

He brought his hands up so they were tight on your hips, and you cupped the back of his neck. You always had a terrible ache for each other when you kissed, but this need was on another level. There was more of an urgency this time.

He got lost in you and couldn’t help it when his lips strayed to other parts. He went along your jaw, nibbled at your earlobe, then began sucking at the crook of your neck. He usually would get a giggle from you when he did this, telling him to stop so he wouldn’t leave a mark. But this time you didn’t say anything, staying compliant at the feel of his mouth. 

Everything about him in that moment was making you excitable. “Wait, what's the surprise?”

He pulled back slightly, “Hmm? Oh, it's a um...” He pinched the bridge of his nose trying to focus on your question, “... a chocolate frog cake I ordered at Honeydukes. We can get it later.” He returned to your neck to continue putting his marks on you. 

It hit you then just how hungry you were. Butterbeer could only fill you up so much and you hadn’t eaten anything since before you went out on your assignments that day. “Garreth, I hate to say this. I really do, but can we stop this for now and go get that cake?”

He pulled back with his eyes closed tight, trying to regain his composure. “Fine. But we’re picking this back up after.”

[cupidjyu]

hi there! i have a request for you 🤗 could you write something about eating late night ramyeon in the dorm w eric and trying to stay quiet to keep the members from waking up but failing? tysm have a lovely day╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

step after step

eric x reader (request!! have a lovely day too!)

genre: sneaky late night ramen eating, slow dancing, falling down LOL, tbz member cameos, angry sunwoo notes: LOL this prompt is so funny yet so cute, it definitely fits erics chaotic sort of vibe, especially when he would always drop his food on lives ... word count: 0.7k

“this flavor isn’t even spicy!” eric exclaimed, slurping up the ramyeon loudly from its bowl. you immediately panicked, pressing a finger to his lips to silence him. the light flickered, making you flinch as you looked around to make sure none of his fellow members would be disturbed.

he stared at you with wide, surprised eyes. “if you wanted me to kiss you, you could have said so,” he stared dumbly. 

you smacked him on the shoulder, glaring at him like he was the most ridiculous boyfriend in the world. “no, it’s because the rest of the members are asleep! keep quiet.” then, with a tissue, you wiped his lips, making him stare at you like he was lovesick. which he is. 

“ah,” he nodded in realization before smiling secretly. “so we’re like spies?”

“we’re literally just eating ramyeon.”

“same thing,” he muttered, scowling. “and how’s your ramyeon?” he asked, whispering quietly this time.

“pretty good,” you whispered back. he giggled, thinking that this whole situation was funny. and then he was quiet. he set his chin in the palm of his hands, staring at you with tender eyes. he was watching you eat, making you feel a bit shy. “can you not stare?”

“not when you look so cute like this,” he tilted his head like an innocent puppy, making you stammer. “with your cute sweater, your cute hair, and your cute face…”

“eric…” you were speechless as you tried to cover your face with your hands.

“i’m so serious right now,” he whispered. you batted him away with your hands, making him smile charmingly. as he waited for you to finish your own food. when you were done, he stood up, looking at you lovingly. “wanna slow dance?”

you stared at him for a bit before laughing, “but we can’t put music on or they’ll wake up.”

“who needs music?” he jested, shrugging playfully. and so he took your hand in his, leading you to the middle of the kitchen where there was the most space. the yellowish light illuminating the room and the dirty dishes in the sink weren’t romantic at all but you didn’t care. as long as you were with him.

“step after step…” he murmured, gently leading you around, across the floor as his large hand rested on your waist and his other hand’s fingers were intertwined with yours. it was quiet, with only the sound of your pulse and the shuffling of your feet. it was peaceful. you felt your heart thump as he grasped your hand so, so gently, and as he smiled down at you like he would do anything for you.

“you lead now,” he smiled. you tried but ended up stumbling over his feet. with a yelp, he tried to catch you but failed miserably, instead making the two of you fall, with you on top of him.

“ow,” he winced.

“i-i’m sorry!” you panicked, trying to get off as quickly as you could but his hands fell back to your waist, keeping you still. you blushed at the sudden contact and he was about to say something when sangyeon, jacob, and sunwoo walked in, rubbing their eyes sleepily. you glanced at the time. it was two in the morning. 

and then their eyes widened at the sight of you on top of him as he lay on the floor in slight pain.

“what’s going on here…” sangyeon questioned, eyeing the both of you weirdly. you scrambled to explain but were interrupted by sunwoo storming closer. his hair was messy and he looked incredibly grumpy.

“you!” he exclaimed. “can’t you keep it down a bit?”

“aw but,” jacob cooed, smiling sweetly. “they’re so cute!”

“they’re lying on the kitchen floor,” sangyeon deadpanned, his expression not mad, but still exhausted.

eric groaned, covering his face with red cheeks.

“this is embarrassing,” he avoided eye contact with you. “all i wanted to do was spend more time with you…”

“maybe if you stopped slurping your ramyeon…” you teased.

“that was a one-time thing!”

you could only giggle, pinching his cheek. jacob couldn’t help but coo at the two of you once more much to sunwoo’s despair.

“they’re so cheesy,” sunwoo complained.

“like you’re any better..."

[zoyaofthegardvn]

could we get a crier’s war proposal fic? I honestly loved the way you wrote both of them in your last CW fic and we def need more of them ^^

Marry me?

A/N: Awh yay! I love to see a request for Crayla, I love them so much and really enjoy writing for them. Thanks so much for the request and kind words, anon <3

CW: None that I can think of!

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Crier's hand shakes as she feels the small box in her dress pocket. She'd had the ring for months, had it made by a jeweler especially for Ayla. It's a band, as Crier assumed Ayla wouldn't want a ring with a stone that sticks out. She'd snag it on something, she'd break it while sparring, or she'd lose it. And besides, Crier figured that regardless of all of that, the band would fit Ayla's tastes more.

It's gold, complimenting Ayla's brown skin perfectly. Small rubies are lain within the band, wrapping around the entirety of it. On the inside of the band, Crier had the jeweler engrave 'A + C.' She wondered if that had been overkill, but she was cheesy, and she wanted this, this proposal, and hopefully, eventual wedding, to be as representative of their love as possible.

Crier jumps when the bedroom door opens, and she turns from her spot at her desk, near the window, to watch Ayla enter the room. She's glistening with sweat, her curly hair pulled into a bun. A few strands have fallen out, and are stuck to her forehead, her neck. Her cheeks are pink, and her pants are covered in mud stains. She's never looked more beautiful. Though, Crier realizes, she thinks that every time she looks at Ayla.

She smiles as she approaches Crier, one hand on her hip, the other fanning her face.

"Long day?" Crier asks, stomach fluttering at the sight of Ayla's easy grin.

She shrugs, and comes to stand right in front of her. "It was fun, hard work, but fun. So, not too bad," then she bends to plant a sweet kiss on Crier's mouth.

Crier kisses back, then playfully pushes her away with a hand on her chest. "You're all sweaty, Ayla," she whines, but she's smiling.

Ayla barks out a laugh, then in a flash, she's grabbing Crier, one hand scooping up her thigh and the other around her back. She lifts her, and Crier squeals in delight, playfully hitting Ayla's back and arms. Ayla laughs and laughs and laughs, rubbing her sweaty face into Crier's neck, peppering kisses wherever she can reach.

Finally, she sets her down, and they both have to catch their breath. Crier swats her arm, heaving between laughs, "I hate you! You're sick, Ayla!"

Ayla hums, rolling her eyes. "You love me, Crier, you love me," she singsongs, hand rested on her stomach from the cramp her laughter caused.

They both calm down enough for Crier to finally get started on her plan. "Are you too tired, my love? Or would you like to go on a date tonight?"

Ayla's eyes widen, her brows lift in excitement. "A date? How could I ever turn down a date?" she says, resting her hands on Crier's waist.

Crier smiles sweetly at her, "You don't have to say yes, I can tell you worked hard, you're probably tired. We can go on a date any night."

Ayla shoots her a look that says 'yeah, sure,' because when do they ever get a chance to have a date? Between Ayla's training, Crier's studies, and their shared courtly duties, rarely do they have the time to sneak off.

"Crier, darling, light of my life, be serious, please," and Crier rolls her eyes at Ayla's jest, though her heart flutters at the terms of endearment.

"Only if you're sure..." she trails off, and giggles when Ayla nods her head in excitement.

"Let me just bathe first," then Ayla's pecking Crier's cheek and sprinting to the bathroom, clearly eager to get date night started.

Crier grins, and Ayla winks at her before she closes the bathroom door. When she hears the sound of the bath water running, she turns to their shared closet, searching for the perfect dress, especially since Ayla had muddied and crumpled her current one.

---

Once they're both ready, they head out, and shoo away the guard that attempts to accompany them. Ayla is in a tight pair of black trousers, with a deep burgundy silk tunic, and Crier in a lilac gown that hugs her form, then flows straight down from her waist. It's detailed with small flowers, the sleeves soft and delicate. Crier had picked it out weeks ago, and when Ayla whistled at her, made her do a spin, and gushed about how gorgeous she was, she couldn't even meet her eye, too shy and nervous.

Crier led them towards the garden, towards the cliff from their fateful first meeting, with a picnic basket in one hand and Ayla's in the other.

Ayla shot her a curious look when she saw where they were going, and Crier just shrugged. Yes, she'd nearly died here, but Ayla had saved her, like she has over and over again since they'd met, simply by loving her, being with her. It wasn't a place Crier associated with any negative feelings, not anymore.

They laid the blanket Ayla had toted out onto the ground, and Crier placed the basket down as Ayla eagerly began to rummage through.

Crier snorted. "Hungry, my love?"

"Ravenous, I haven't eaten since breakfast," she answers, pulling the wrapped sandwiches out, the fruits, the bottle of juice. Though Crier didn't need it, she'd likely snack on a few of the berries she'd packed, enjoying their taste. Mostly, everything was for Ayla. Always for Ayla, her health, her happiness.

Ayla moans around the first bite of her sandwich, her eyes fluttering back. "You're amazing, Crier," she says, like she'd preformed a miracle by placing some meats and lettuce and cheese between two slices of bread.

"I love you," Crier blurts out, unable to not say it a moment longer.

Ayla stops chewing, her eyebrows raising, and a slow smirk tugs at her lips. She finishes her bite and swallows. "Well, I love you too, very much," she says, and Crier nods, she smiles. She knows that, of course, and it's her favorite thing to hear, maybe right after Ayla's laugh.

They eat their meal, they talk about their days, they laugh, they steal kisses, they act sickeningly in love.

When they finish, there's a brief moment of silence. They take in the wind on their face, the sounds of the waves crashing and breaking against the rocks. The sun is warm on their skin, and Crier watches as Ayla tilts her face up, like a flower taking what it needs.

Feeling Crier's gaze on her face, Ayla slowly peels her eyes open, catching Crier's look of wonder before she's turning away, embarrassed she had been caught.

Ayla laughs and moves closer, grabbing Crier's face, kissing her. "What's gotten into you today, huh? You're acting like this is a first date," and though she's teasing, Crier can't help but worry she's ruining the moment.

Crier holds onto her wrists from where her hands are framing her face. "A-Ayla... I didn't... I didn't intend this to just be a date..." she says, biting her lip in anticipation.

Ayla quirks her eyebrow. "Oh? Please do enlighten me, little fox."

She gives a shaky, nervous nod. She stands up, grabs Ayla's hands, and pulls her up, too. She guides them toward the cliff, though not to the edge, as she'd learned that lesson once before. She turns to face her girlfriend, and hopefully, her new fiancee.

"Ayla..." she begins, but trails off.

"You don't have to be nervous around me, Crier, you know that," Ayla urges, looking her deep in the eyes.

"Do... do you remember when you saved me? Right here, you saved my life."

Ayla nods, curious as to where this is going. "Of course I do, how could I forget my lovely little damsel in distress?"

Crier rolls her eyes, playfully, and has to work to fight back her grin. "Yes, well, you're making this less romantic than I had intended."

Ayla laughs, she squeezes her hand. "Okay, okay, baby, I won't joke anymore."

Crier nods, and she tries again. "I.. I-I hope you know that isn't the only time you've saved my life.

Ayla says nothing, she just stares.

"Your love Ayla... I don't deserve it..."

Ayla shakes her head, furiously, cutting her off. "Don't say that, Crier, seriousl-"

Crier shushes her, turning to fully face her now. She puts her hands on Ayla's shoulders. "Let me finish, please?" she pouts, and tentatively, Ayla nods, though she hates when Crier self deprecates.

"Ayla... by all accounts, you should hate me." Again, Ayla shakes her head, but she says nothing. "And somehow, I got lucky enough that you fell in love with me anyway. Your love, Ayla, every day, it saves me. Makes me feel like the luckiest, happiest girl in the world. I'm thankful, so, so, grateful. And I love you, more than anything."

"I love you Crier, so much," and though she isn't typically one for tears, Crier can hear the wavering in her voice.

"I-I want to show you... how much I love you," and then she reaches into her pocket, and pulls the small ring box out.

Ayla's jaw falls open, one hand coming to cover her mouth. "Crier..." she starts, and then Crier backs up and drops to one knee, taking Ayla's hand in her own.

"Ayla, I love you. And you can say no, but I... I hope you'll say yes. I had always intended for us to spend forever together, but I'm asking if you'll spend it with me as wives? Will you, Ayla? Will you marry me?"

She opens the box, the ring on display. Ayla, too stunned for words, just nods her head furiously, and so Crier slides the ring onto her finger, her hands trembling. Tears brim and spill over Ayla's eyes, and before Crier can even stand back up, Ayla's dropping to the ground, throwing her arms around her.

Crier breathes a sigh of relief, nuzzling her face into the crook of Ayla's neck. She plants a kiss there, and mumbles, "I was scared you'd say no, that you'd think it was too soon... or too... serious. Too real."

Ayla huffs a laugh. "How could I ever say no, Crier? I'll marry you right here, right now, if you wanted me to."

It's Crier's turn to laugh. She pulls away from their embrace, frames Ayla's face in her hands, thumbs the tears away, and kisses her. It's soft and sweet, and each time they go to pull away, they can't help but kiss again.

Finally, Crier manages to say, "I do enjoy planning, you know. As ready as I am to marry you, I would like it to be an event."

Ayla nods, she smiles. "Anything you want, Crier. Anything."

Crier brushes her nose against Ayla's, their eyes fluttering back at the gentle gesture.

"I have everything that I want, right here, in my arms."

[muertawrites]

Liquid Black (Eddie Munson x Reader)[18+]

i loved these tags so much i had to write a little blurb about them (feat. bartender!steve bc i've decided i love him. also feat. perv!eddie bc... well we can't not have him, i love him also.)

"Whatcha got for me tonight, potions mistress?"

Eddie flashes you a lopsided grin as he approaches the bar, drumming his knuckles over the polished wood and claiming his regular stool in the corner by the back.

It's a typical Sunday night - one you've lived at least a hundred times over the past three years. Eddie comes to his favorite bar on the night his favorite bartender always works and asks for a drink, the only catch being that it can never be the same. This bar specifically is known for its eclectic selection of booze and strange cocktail mixtures (aptly named The Laboratory), and he likes seeing what you come up with. Even if he hates it, he's always honest, always tips well, and always hangs around to chat for a few hours. Sundays are slow, but they pass by quickly with your favorite regular to keep you company.

"Absinthe and Sprite," you announce. You set a green Depression glass goblet in front of him, filled to the brim with a foggy mixture. He eyes you with suspicion, hesitant to take a sip.

"Absinthe," he repeats. "Won't that make me hallucinate? Or paralyze me or something?"

"Paralysis was moonshine," you correct him. "And absinthe hasn't been that cool since they started manufacturing it without the hallucinogenic ingredient. But this is good. I think you'll like it."

He peers up through his lashes at you, still clearly uncertain but with a smirk playing along his lips. He raises the glass and dips it to you in a little salute.

"If this kills me, make sure I have a kickass funeral," he says. "Cheers."

He takes a slow, ginger sip, licking his lips and squinting his eyes as he tests the flavor. He looks gorgeous tonight, with his hair pulled into a knot at the nape of his neck and a button down shirt hung loosely about his broad-shouldered frame. The top few buttons are undone, revealing the corner of his black widow tattoo and the guitar pick that perches enticingly between his collarbones, like a jewel on a velvet pillow. You don't realize you're staring until he snaps his head back towards you, eyes wide as he grins with childlike glee.

"That tastes like a black licorice jelly bean!" he cackles. "Oh my god, that's amazing! What do you call it?"

"Liquid Black," you tell him, nibbling at your smiling lip as you lean across the bar to get closer to him. "It made me think of you when I tried it."

Eddie matches your posture, folding his arms in front of him and inching forward until you can feel his breath. His pretty brown eyes are lidded; one of his fingers traces a slow line back and forth along your forearm, causing you to shiver.

"Thinkin' of me when I'm not around, huh?" he lilts. "That's pretty dangerous."

"Why?" you reply. "Not like you have a girlfriend or anything."

"That could change." He murmurs the words so that only you hear them, his tongue rolling out to lick the sweet remnants of your elixir from his bottom lip. Your eyes glance down to watch him, and he doesn't miss the hungry glint within them.

"I'm not working tomorrow," he divulges. "How about I buy you a late night dinner after your shift?"

You nod, taking the hand that rests on your sleeve and squeezing it within your own.

"Took you long enough," you tease. "I thought I was gonna have to get up on this bar and do a strip tease to get you to ask me out."

He laughs, his thumb making lazy circles over your knuckles.

"I wouldn't be opposed to you still doing that," he jests. "I get to pick the music, though."

"Oh? And what song would you choose?"

"Pour Some Sugar On Me," he answers without a pause. "Make it nice and trashy."

You giggle, flashing him a little smile as you raise his hand to your lips and lay a kiss to one of his rings. He gazes at you in awe, mouth curled into a dreamy smile as he mirrors the action, kissing the back of your palm.

"It's about damn time!"

Steve's voice causes both of you to whip your heads around, looking towards the door to the back room as he's stepping out of it.

"I've been telling Eddie to shoot his shot for almost a year," he says. "I couldn't stand him undressing you over the bar any longer."

You laugh as Eddie grabs his napkin from in front of him and balls it up, bouncing it off Steve's forehead. The man just chuckles, lobbing it back at his friend and missing spectacularly.

"So you've thought about this strip tease," you say, reaching and taking a sip of Eddie's drink.

He chuckles, taking his own drink when you hand the glass back to him.

"Maybe a few times," he admits. "But I'd love to see you do it in person, if you're offering."

"Let's see how good your head is," you suggest, smirking as you pull out of his grasp and back away from the bar. "Then we'll see."

As you saunter into the back room, hips swaying in a delicious rhythm, Eddie's heart jumps.

He's pretty sure he's in love.

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[bananadragonblog]

Okay so I started writing down ideas as I was playing through the game and quickly realized there were gonna be too many to send as requests one by one. Plus I love everyone's writing I could never choose just one, so mass post it is! I wish I could write myself, but I only seem to have a knack for coming up with ideas and no way to put them into words.

I intended all of these to be Ominis x reader, but feel free to change them up if you'd like. They are also based off my own OC, but having them as reader-insert fics is fine so others can enjoy them (I personally have a hard time swapping out names for my own when reading fics). I'll be posting an infographic I made of my OC on my page as well if you do feel like using her [Link] (and I might just love you forever if you do) I'll likely add to the list when I get new ideas so check back often ❤️

Feel free to share as well, all I ask is that I get tagged in your work if you use one of my prompts ❤️

@darkwizardings @cafeacademia @fwooperfeathers @sebastianwallows @awkwardauthorwrites @gauntlysallows @gtgbabie0 @sammiesallow (Tagging you guys since its a lot and I know your requests are open ❤️)

(All can be gender neutral/low descriptions so everyone can enjoy the stories but I'll provide basics for my OC if needed/wanted; meant to follow along main story where reader is the MC)

(Small warning that I haven't really proofread or made any of these super pretty, they are just raw ideas I threw onto a notepad)

Personal Headcannons:

-Ominis' mother is still fairly loving (somewhat like the malfoy family)

- Ominis' blindness allows him to see light/dark and basic shapes, like someone with cataracts would see (the cloudy eyes already resemble this)

____________ Prompts ___________

Ominis visits home and his parents ask about the 5th year (they are pureblood from another well known family), the idea of arranging marriage gets thrown around

Reader bringing Ominis something from hogsmeade and Ominis doesnt know how to react to the kindness

reader/seb making "ominous" puns and Ominis being over it

Ominis noticing reader always leaving the castle/coming back hurt. Gives her a necklace/trinket/family heirloom to her for good luck so she stays safe

Ominis overhears reader talking to Sebastian and agreeing with Ominis about the dark arts being dangerous, confronts them later and thanks them

Reader warns Ominis of Sebastian's plan to visit the ruin to look for the relic. (hate that this isnt an option in the game, he literally asks us to do this 😭)

everyone trying to one up each other about the "adventures" they have gone on with reader, and everyone jesting that amits adventure of stargazing sounds more like a date, Ominis feels left out- maybe confronts reader and they plan an actual date? -OR- Ominis lies about having special "interactions" with reader (sfw) and reader hears the rumors

seb steals Ominis' wand while in hogsmeade, reader offers hers for him to be able to see even though Ominis is certain it won't work. Turns out to work but only if they are holding onto the wand together

defence against the dark arts class: a boggart is brought out and reader's fear is Sebastian/crucio curse (set after the sanctorium mission)

after seb and reader's fight in the undercroft (when he calls reader ignorant for knowing lodgok), reader runs off to the underground harbor to get away (its their safe space, where they can skip the rocks and listen to the water), while running there ominis passes reader but end up confronting seb about what happened before going to find reader

Ominis is self conscious about letting reader lead him around at times, so she makes sure to hold onto him so he still feels like the one leading

Reader telling Ominis about the ancient magic

Ominis and seb talking to reader about how the headmaster was acting strange- reader reveals it was actually them

Slytherin!reader having nightmares and sneaks to the boys dorms

after "in the shadow of the relic" and deciding to not turn in Sebastian, reader shows Ominis the room of requirement so they can have a space for just them (not ready to be around seb), introduces him to the phoenix

Aftermath of reader surviving the encounter with Rookwood, Ominis is concerned and refuses to leave the hospital wing for the night.

Hogwarts has a "parents" weekend and everyone is shocked that reader knows how to act all proper when the Gaunts introduce themselves

Reader has a tendency to not wear a jacket because they dont get cold easily

Ominis comforting reader after they fight ranrok and lose Fig

6th year- Ominis and reader pestering 1st years about mermaids

Reader and Ominis deciding what to do for the summer, reader offers to join him at his family's home

Reader overhears someone saying awful things about Ominis and how reader deserves better, but reader gets defensive and punches them?

Posted 03.29.2023

Edited 03.30.2023

[nadiasatrinava]

Aaaah ur back!! Ive followed for years now and seeing that ur well is always awesome to see!😄 Rereading ur fics always puts me in a happy mood :')

Anywho, if u are in the headspace to write,,🥺👉🏼👈🏼 could we possibly get a Nadia and GN!MC travelling/vacationing in Prakra? (ty if u answer and have a good day!)

Happy New Year!!! (in 7 hours for me)

I’ve just read the new tale and how I’ve missed my dear wife! There were a few things I found odd but that’s for another time. Here’s some headcanons before the tale begins and some after as I feel like we hadn’t done much exploring.

Though I’m sure Nadia having MC on top of a map to do her own exploring would beg to differ 👀

Traveling to Prakra HCs

Smooth sailing…

“Are you all set, dear” Nadia’s voice drifts down to MC’s ears as they stand in awe of the ship Nadia had commissioned for this trip. It’s not a ship of colossal size but one that is modified only to be manned by an individual. She intends for this trip to only include the both of you and your familiars. That way she can maximize her and MC’s “alone time”.

“A week out at sea with just us for company. Whatever shall we do to occupy our time, my MC?” her nails treads down MC’s back, leaving light scratches as her heated gaze sends their cheeks aflame. Oh the possibilities

Nadia spared no expense in fitting the interior with any luxury you might want during the trip. This trip has been months in the making and Nadia has promised you she’ll never leave you wanting and she always keeps her promises.

She probably named the ship after you/her nickname for the MC or is a reference to an inside joke only the both of them are in on. It gives her such a thrill to know she finally has someone who she can share a secret language with even as she writes it in big bold letters for the world to see and yet only MC knows its meaning.

Once they’ve finally set sail, with Nadia taking the helm and Chandra flying over the horizon as a look out (where was Chandra in the tale?!? Was she left behind or???), the adventure begins!

MC takes their time to admire Nadia in her element. She looks radiant under the summer sun and they’ve let out a few “My Captain” in jest to see Nadia blush, her grip becoming tighter against the ship’s wheel.

It takes a few hours before the ocean grants them smooth sailing, allowing Nadia and MC to soak up the sun in peace.

Nadia can’t help but fall under the spell MC unknowingly cast upon her as they stare out towards the open sea. Their gaze filled with excitement and anticipation of things to come, of adventures to be had and memories to be made between the two of them.

As if sensing her gaze, MC turns to face Nadia and gives her a smile so incandescent it puts the sun to shame and sets Nadia’s heart into a thundering gallop and her breath to be caught on her throat.

MC will ask her about her fantasies once they get to Prakra but in this moment without them realizing it - this is one of them.

She dreamed of having someone to go on adventures with, journeys that would take them on expeditions across the seas and then back home in each other’s arms. Someone to share thrilling voyages and develop a deeper connection by trying new things but will always carry the familiarity of home in their arms.

Chandra snaps her out of her trance as her graceful familiar lands on her shoulder. Chandra’s knowing gaze pierces through her.

‘She knows’ Nadia’s eyes grow wider by a fraction until she melts into a soft smile. The two share a tender moment as Chandra gently bumps her head into Nadia’s out of affection.

MC wiggles into Nadia’s arms, not wanting to be left out. Nadia sighs in contentment.

The sun, the sea, her familiar and her lover in her arms. This is a dream come true…

Once in Prakra…

From dinner parties to family outings organised by Nasrin to Namar’s impromptu fashion show, it takes more than a few days before Nadia and MC have the time to explore Prakra with just the two of them.

MC can feel the tension Nadia is carrying on her shoulders and so they steal her away before they both get dragged to yet another gala.

Nadia first takes them to the forest where she met Chandra, almost getting lost in the nostalgia of retracing the steps of her adolescence. She keeps her fingers intertwined with MC’s as they traverse deeper into the forest lest they get lost and to keep herself grounded.

She then takes them to the white sand beaches where she used to frequent during moments she needed peace. They walk barefoot, the cool surf surging up to their ankles, with their arms intertwined. Nadia’s telling a story from her younger years when MC’s bubbling laughter makes Nadia realize this had been one of her fantasies too.

Walking along the shoreline with her lover, their arms intertwined, and suspended in a blissful and rose-tinted world. She then at this moment remembers how MC keeps their promises too.

She takes them to her old tinkering tower. The room was just as she left it - her projects had ranged from small toys to bigger mechanics that showed promise of her talents even at such a young age, showed promise of the woman she’ll become.

“I am so proud of you” MC cups her face with devoted hands, their eyes holding waves of love and adoration that threatens to sweep Nadia under and she’ll gladly go under.

Feedback is always welcome! I hope you all have a great start in this New Year and the best of luck throughout it! 🥰🥰🥰

[quindolyn]

General Relationship Headcanons || James Potter

Request: “Please can you do a general relationship for james potter? xx” -anon

Word Count: 5,835

Notes: This is kinda slow burn, I’m a little sorry. The ones I did for Remus and Sirius were not canon so this won’t be either which is a little easier because no Jily. These keep on getting longer and longer, but part of that is because Jamie is definitely my favorite marauder.

Warnings: Smut, angst, lots of fluff, dom and sub James, momma’s boy Jamie

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You were something special

James had known that since he was 4 years old

It just took him a long time to realize exactly how special you really were

James Potter was an idiot

That would become increasingly apparent to him as he grew up

Your family and the Potters were great friends for as long as any of you could remember, meaning that you and James were practically attached at the hip

And who could blame you? He has such nice hips 

The both of you are heart broken when he leaves for Hogwarts leaving you behind because you wouldn’t start until the following year.

All throughout his first year you guys write back and forth sharing every single detail of your respective days, down to the color of the plate you ate your lunch on

You can’t help but feel envious

There’s your best friend in the entire world, in fucking Scotland

Making new best friends

When the next year rolls around and you get to finally join James on the Hogwarts Express you want to hate Sirius and Remus

You really do

But how can you? They’re Remus and Sirius 

You guys spend the entirety of the train ride laughing and talking and the other two boys tell you embarrassing stories from the year prior about James

When they hear your nicknames for him (Jamsie, Jamie, J), they make fun of him relentlessly

He calls you an assortment of cheesy nicknames too but his favorites, before you guys get together, are “Sweetheart”, “Sunshine”, and “love”

If you get sorted into Gryffindor James screams his head off for you, making room for you to sit next to him at the table in the Great Hall, opposite Sirius and Remus.

If you’re in a different house then James gets sad, really sad, like that night he cries into his pillow and Sirius has to climb into bed with him to give him hugs and tell him that its okay even if the two of you are in different houses. That doesn’t have to affect your friendship if you don’t let it.

The next day James would find you before you got to the Great Hall and engulf you in a hug in the middle of the corridor, not caring that there were people streaming past the two of you in either direction. 

“We’re gonna be friends forever right (Y/N/N)?”

“I hope so Jamie.”

Even though you’re in different classes and potentially different houses you guys are around each other all of the time

You sit with him and the other boys at their place at the Gryffindor table

They sit with you in the library

And by the end of your first year you’re having sleepovers in their dorm

You sleep in James’ bed of course and Remus and Sirius do. Not. hesitate. To mock you relentlessly

“You and your girlfriend getting comfy over there Jamie?”

“Go to hell Siri, let me cuddle James in peace!” 

These jokes continue through your years at Hogwarts and you and James take them in jest

As you guys get older the physical affection you share never dwindles

After someone made a crude comment in the hallway about the two of you he talked to you making sure that you were okay with the arms he would throw over your shoulders, the arms wrapped around you waist, the kisses to your forehead before he left the Great Hall for class, holding you in his arms in the Gryffindor common room as the two of you drifted to sleep.

You assure him that its okay, that its not weird because you guys have been best friends since forever and that you love how affectionate you are with each other

You don’t start to realize you feelings for James until he starts pining after Lily, you don’t know what you have until its gone, right?

Watching him stare at her in the Great Hall

Writing her little notes that even though he’ll go up and ask her out in front of everyone, which you’re not too fond of either, he’s too shy to actually give her

Listening to him go on and on about her, her hair, the cadence of her voice, the beautiful color of her eyes, how intelligent she is, and on and on

Sirius picks up on this instantly

And he does not hesitate to make fun of you for it all the time, obviously not enough for James to pick up on it because he’s a prick not a complete asshole, but still enough to make you blush uncontrollably

You can’t say anything to him though because he’s your James and there’s absolutely no way that he returns your feelings, you’re like a little sister to him

So, much to Sirius’ chagrin, you swallow your feelings and sit there by James, trying to listen to Remus as he tries to explain to you your Charms homework while James watches Lily on the other side of the Common Room laughing with Dorcas and Marlene

And a little piece of your soul dies

The summer between your third and fourth year, his fourth and fifth, you were excited to finally have your Jamsie back to yourself again.

It went without saying that the two of you would alternate between each other’s houses over the summer

There would be no Lily Evans to distract him

No exams to stress over 

Just you and James at the Potter estate, exploring the woods that, in all honesty, didn’t change all that much from summer to summer, and swimming in the bioluminescent pond on the edge of the Potter property, simply floating next to each other on your backs, one of his hands grasping your forearm, making sure you didn’t float too far away from him

But apparently this year it didn’t go without saying.

Instead, a mere month before the end of the term, James regretfully tells you that he and his family are going to Spain for the summer to be with his aunt who lives there and he really wants to take you but its the entire summer and his parents nixed it

“I’m so sorry sunshine, I really want to take you but-”

“It’s okay Jamie, I get it if you could you’d take me, but you can’t so its fine. I’m not going to hold it against you.”

And you can tell that he’s genuinely upset about it but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt any less when you hug him goodbye at King’s Cross knowing that unlike years prior you weren’t going to see him in a few days.

You spend a good chunk of the summer wallowing, not necessarily because your crush isn’t there with you but because your best friend isn’t

James writes you every day just like he did during his first year at Hogwarts but its not the same because you can’t see him

You can’t hold onto his arm when you’re tired and set your head on his shoulder

So when September 1st rolls around and you finally get to see him again you’re down right giddy

But on Platform 9 ¾ you’re looking for a wiry, lanky boy, with a nose a little too big for his face, and a squeaky little voice

Not the 6 foot man who approaches you, with broad shoulders and budding facial hair along his jawline.

“Sunshine!”

Oh holy shit

His voice

He no longer sounds like a dog toy, a very cute dog toy but still

You must admit that you’re a fan of the change, as the word leaves his lips you imagine resting your head on his chest and feeling the vibrations as he spoke with whomever

Its not a single day that you’re back at Hogwarts before James is fawning all over Lily again and you’ve had enough of it

You’re not going to let yourself to keep on pining after a boy who doesn’t love you

Not even doesn’t love you

But loves someone else

Sirius finds you a couple weeks into the school year, sitting with your back against a wall in an empty corridor trying to hold in your tears.

“What’s wrong, love?”

“I-I can’t believe I let myself fall for him. I’m an idiot Si!”

Sirius holds you in that hallway, rocking you back and forth while he murmurs to you that James is the idiot, not you, and that you deserve so much more than him

He helps you concoct a plan to get over James, he pitches to you going out on a date with someone else

Doesn’t have to be anything all that serious, just something to get your mind off James and remind you how hot you are, and how many people are lining up for you to give them so much as a moment of your time.

It doesn’t take too much on Sirius’ part to get you to agree to let him set you up

His name was Sullivan, he was in your year, a year younger than Sirius, with sandy blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes 

Sully, as he insisted you call him, took you for a butter beer at the Three Broomsticks

You had a good time, Sully was smart, and attractive, and you and he shared similar interests 

And all though he was lovely, and he insisted you were too, the both of you agreed that you would be better off as friends

You spent more time with him in the following weeks and less with James, Sirius, and Remus

The latter two were very happy that you were trying to move on because watching you stare at James was a little sad

James is confused, and hurt, and jealous

Though he adamantly refuses to admit that last one

Instead he just watches you. All. Of. The. Time.

To the point where if it wasn’t James it would be disturbing

And even though it is him it gets touch concerning

Sometimes before you go and sit with the Marauders at their spot in the Great Hall you’ll stop by where Sullivan sits with his friends and give him a smile, talk for a few minutes before hugging each other and walking away

It made James’ blood boil

Who did this kid think he was, you were his best friend he didn’t get to just waltz in and take you, or Godric forbid date you

One day you’re sitting outside with the boys when you see Sullivan on the other side of the court yard, excusing yourself you walk up to him and chat for a couple minutes before Sullivan’s face goes pale and there’s a shadow looming over you.

James throws an arm around your shoulders, tugging you into his side while extending his hand to Sully

“Hi, I’m James, (Y/N/N)’s best friend.”

James is standing there with you guys maybe 2 minutes, being the most passive aggressive petty person he could possibly be, dropping not so subtle hints about his distaste for Sully before he’s tugging you back to the tree where Siri and Remmy still are, their hands resting dangerously close to each other’s 

“What the fuck James!”

He plays dumb because if there’s one thing James Potter is good at its being an idiot, but eventually he relents

“I just don’t like the way he looks at you, it's like he’s trying to get into your pants!”

You start cackling

Borderline manically

“You’ve got to be kidding me James we’re just friends!”

Sirius being the eternally helpful human being he was added in his two cents, “Maybe you’re projecting Potter!”

And the laughing stops

James goes beet red, you feel all the blood drain from your face before collecting yourself and murmuring a quick apology before racing off for the castle 

You and James don’t talk for 2 days

It's the longest either of you have gone without some form of communication

You’re both so embarrased and you don’t want to hear James tell you that he doesn’t actually like you and that it was just Sirius being an asshole

Of course he would say this to make you comfortable but that’s not what it would do

It would crush you

You don’t have classes together so it's easy to ignore him there, and if you’re in separate houses it's even easier

Meals

Now that’s a different story

You can’t just eat somewhere else and the prospect of facing James after what Sirius said has you running for the nearest toilet

So you scrounge up what you can in the kitchen after meals

It kills James that he’s only seen you on the other side of the courtyard or disappearing behind corridors 

You’re supposed to be his Sunshine, he can’t stand that you’re hiding from him, he misses you so much

And at first he’s a little angry when you don’t sit with them at meals, but after scanning the Great Hall, he realizes you’re not there

His stomach drops, have you not been eating?

So dinner the second night he collects a plate for you with all of your favorite things and determinedly sets off for your dorm, balancing a plate in one hand and a glass of pumpkin juice in the other

He has to knock on your door with his foot

“Jamie, what’re you doing here.”

He gently pushes past you letting himself into your room to set the plate and glass on your desk

“You haven’t been eating.”

And despite yourself your heart flutters, because he’s right you haven’t been eating as much as you should’ve not wanting to get caught in the kitchens you only swiped what you could easily get your hands on

But then you have to remember, it's because you’re basically his little sister, not because he reciprocates your feelings

“I’ve missed you Sunshine.”

And you lose it

“Stop! Stop it Jamie I can’t take it anymore, you can’t keep calling me Sunshine and Sweetheart and Love and cuddle with me on the couch and then turn around and declare your undying love for Lily fucking Evans. I can’t do it anymore! I like you, differently than you like me and I can’t do this anymore!”

Poor Jamsie has never felt like more of an absolute asshole

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t revel just a little bit in the look on his face, didn’t feel a little triumph that maybe he felt even a fraction as bad as you did.

He’s an idiot and he realizes it

You’re both very quiet for a minute before he walks up to you so that you’re a mere inch from him before he gulps and leans down to press his lips to yours

“I’m an idiot.”

“Yes you are.”

“But I’m your idiot, right?”

“Always Jamsie.”

It's not as though much changes between the two of you on the surface once you’re together

You’re a bit more touchy feely with each other, kisses usually pressed to foreheads or temples often find themselves brushing at the other’s lips

He holds your hand a lot more freely now and more often than not it will end up clasping your thigh under the table in the Great Hall, or after having pushed your chairs together in the library so they touched

When you curl up together in the Gryffindor common room his hands find their way under your shirt, lightly tracing the skin of your stomach, pressing kisses to the junction where your neck meets your shoulder

His arsenal of nicknames expands impressively

Angel, darling, beautiful, gorgeous, poppet, pretty girl, mine

And he’ll add the occasional my before the word “love”

You already slept over in their dorm room every other night before you and James got together but now it's more of a nightly occurrence

Especially the day before a Quidditch match, James insists that he sleeps with his lucky charm, says you keep him calm

You cheer the hardest for James at his matches, bar maybe Sirius

Even if you’re in a different house you sit with Siri and Remus in the Gryffindor stands and get all decked out in red and gold

Now that you’re his he has no problem with Sullivan, he trusts you and by extension he trusts the people you trust

You’re touched one day, early on into your relationship, when Lily comes up to you in the Great Hall and tells you that you didn’t have to tell James to tell her that he was sorry for being a prick and not taking no for an answer.

You don’t tell her this but you didn’t ask him to do anything

James is just a good person

He also has an abundance of money and little impulse control

He’ll buy you literally anything he sees that reminds him of you, or if he remembers you bringing up that you wanted or needed it

He likes buying you jewelry because you can wear it more often than you could say the same dress or blouse

That’s not to say that he doesn’t buy you clothes too, he has all of your sizes memorized and knows whether you wear normal/petite/tall

James Potter will buy you pads/tampons/whatever product you use

He’s a man not a little boy and he doesn’t give a flying fuck if someone makes fun of him for it

One day Lucius calls him out for it and Jamie is just not having it 

“You have no clue where the clit is or what to do with it do you Malfoy?”

He’s always helped you through your periods so now that you’re together he’s just more liberal with his touch because he knows how much you love it

He knows how to do basic hairstyles and such because he watched his mom when he was a little boy and watch your mom do your hair too

If your hair requires special treatments and hairstyles he will write to your mom, asking for her to teach you because he loves your hair and wants to be able to help you, like imagine sitting in his bed while he puts braids in your hair following the instructions your mom sent him

Speaking of families when he tells Euphemia you two are together (which he does as soon as he leaves your dorm that night) she literally screams

Fleamont was worried that she was being attacked

But the next day at breakfast you get a letter from Euphemia stained with dried tear drops as she poured her heart out to you, telling you how much she loved you and that if her son ever broke your heart you were to go to her immediately and she would deal with him for you 

The year you finally become boyfriend and girlfriend is the year you all become animaguses 

James tries to argue with you, insisting that you shouldn’t do it because it's dangerous and he doesn’t want you getting hurt

Your rebuttal is that isn’t it just as dangerous for him? And if you’re not doing it neither is he and that leaves Sirius which just wouldn’t end well 

He’s so proud of you when you transform for the first time, he gets so distracted watching you that he forgets where he is for a moment

That summer, unlike the one previous, you and James spend all of your time together 

You spend the entirety of the holiday at the Potter estate doing all the things that you and Jamie used to do when you were younger, only this time its better

Instead of being childhood friends you’re each other’s 

You can kiss him, and hold his hand, and he can lift up your hair to kiss the back of your neck

Euphemia lets you guys sleep in the same bed but before that she sits the two of you down and gives you the talk

“Now (Y/N), I don’t know if your parents have ever discussed this with you but if you two are going to be sharing a bed I think it's important we go over it.”

There’s so much blushing and whining from James

“Muuuummmm.”

One night you guys are lying on the floor of his bedroom wearing the absolute bare minimum because it was so hot and humid out when you pitched the idea of going skinny dipping

James is hesitant at first because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable

But you insist that you’re fine and point out to him that it was you idea not his

Being the gentleman he is when you strip by the lake he looks away making you laugh

When you turn him to look at you his jaw drops

You’re even more gorgeous than he could’ve ever imagined

It's dark out but the light from the lake allows you to drink in your figure

He blushes so much you’d think that he was the one naked

 When he does strip too he grabs you and jumps into the water, you guys are all over each other, running your hands up and down his chest, his hands are supporting your bum while your legs wrap around his waist

You have sex that night, for the first time, he was very gentle with you and holds your hand when he breaks you hymen and if you cry he kisses away your tears

“Do you wanna stop baby? Does it hurt too much? We can stop.”

James is one of two things depending on your preference

We have soft dom!James and sub!James

I personally appreciate a healthy mix of both 

Starting with soft dom!James, he would be so gentle with you 

Also very firm though, if you broke any of his rules he would not hesitate to punish you

He’s a thigh man through and through

Doesn’t matter if we’re talking dom or sub, the man lives for your thighs

Which makes his favorite form of punishment laying you across his lap to spank you, but most of the time his blows land on more of your thighs than they do your bum

He makes you count as he spanks you too and after every blow you have to thank him

“One! Thank you Daddy!”

And if you ever call him James instead of Daddy during sex he’ll stick his fingers in your mouth and make you choke on them, kissing away the tears that fall from your eyes, “S’okay baby, you’re okay. Can you do this for me? Can you take my fingers like the good girl I know you are?”

He loves taking you up against a wall, especially in the locker rooms after a Quidditch match

Shower sex is one of his favorites, thinks you look absolutely gorgeous, soaking wet and moaning for him, not to mention he get’s to fuck you up against the wall

This is the point in the headcanon where I urge you all to go read the blurbs by @randomoutsiders​ where Remus and Sirius teach James how to brat tame you, she captures his essence perfectly

He loves to blindfold you, he likes the little jump he gets out of you when he touches you

He gives you the most condescending mocking smiles

What comes to mind is the first time he makes you squirt, he’s so proud of both himself and you

“Good girl, look at that, look at how much of a mess you made for me angel. So pretty, good job.”

He then proceeds to lick the mess you just made off of you 

He loves buying you lingerie

He likes it in a deep red and black

Loves ripping it off of you, absolutely adores it 

After care with him would be so soft and sweet, he loves taking baths with you so he can clean you up and kiss all the places he left bruises while he murmurs to you about what a good girl you were and how proud he is of you

One night he tells you that if Godric forbid the two of you ever split up and you’re with someone else that after care is necessary and that you’re precious and deserved to be treated as such 

He treats you like a goddess 

Sub!James is just as precious

He’s also my current obsession so stick with me here

He’s just so eager to please, always wanting to make you feel good and not even caring all that much if he gets off himself

Just so centered around making you feel good

He calls you “Mommy” and I will not be accepting criticism

I feel like “Mistress” is too impersonal if that makes much sense

The former is just so intimate and James wears his heart out on his sleeve 

James is rarely if ever a brat, usually when he’s disappointed in himself and he takes it out on you and you have to remind him how to be a good boy

And the rest of the time when he breaks a rule it's completely on accident and he’ll come to you and tell you about it to apologize

He feels so guilty, like he’s failed you

Especially if he touches himself without your permission, it's almost enough to keep him from doing it but he’s still a horny teenaged boy and can’t help himself sometimes

Most of the time though you’ll end up with a horny James knocking on your dorm door begging you to help him 

He prefers giving you head than you giving him head

That’s not to say that the visual of you on your knees with his cock in your mouth isn’t appealing, it most certainly is 

He just loves that he can make you feel that good with just his tongue

James also loves how you taste, tells you it’s better than candy

Which makes you smile like an idiot

Will finger you under the table in the library if you ask him to, it's not like he was paying that much attention to his homework in the first place, and even if he had been you are without a doubt more important

Loves it when you ride him

Absolutely adores it, he loves the way your tits bounce which is why he prefers cowgirl to reverse cowgirl because he can keep his hands on your tits and on your thighs

He asks you for a cock ring, loves that you get to decide when he gets to cum 

Extra points if its a vibrating one

With his consent of course, you tie him up and make him watch while Sirius and Remus fuck the living day lights out of you, barely paying him any mind while you scream for the cocks of his two best friends 

He likes being tied up in general allowed to look and only look

The first time you peg him he almost cries it feels so good

And you take his sniffling as a sign he doesn’t like it and that he’s hurt, he has to explain to you that that is not it and “You make me feel so good Mommy.”

His whimpers and moans are the most precious things and he’s very vocal

Screaming your name and begging you to cum

He is not shy to beg you 

To cum

To make you cum

To get to so much as look at you

Baby boy has absolutely no shame 

I especially like sub!James because he’s such a cocky asshole 90% of the time but he’s also the kindest, most considerate soul and he spends so much of his life helping others that sometimes he just wants you to be in control

Regardless of sub or dom James you were making out on his couch that summer, your hands in his hair, his fumbling with the clasp on your bra when there was a pounding at his front door

He makes you stay where you are because he doesn’t want you to get hurt but its just Sirius

Well not just Sirius

He was bloodied and broken and looked like he’d been to hell and back

When he told the two of you what happened, how he’d been disowned and had nowhere else to go, while Euphemia tended to his wounds James engulfed him into the biggest hug and they just sit there, Sirius crying into James’ chest while James ran his hands up and down Sirius’ back whispering to him about how it was going to be alright that he was safe, that no one was ever going to hurt him again.

About 2 or so hours after you’d all retired for the night, you and James snuggled together in his bed you awoke when the door to his room creaked open

There was Sirius, with tears streaming down his face, his bottom lip wobbling

After untangling yourself from James you walked over to him, taking his hand in yours and leading him over to the bed

“James, scooch over.”

“Huh?”

“Scooch!”

When he opens his eyes and sees his Sirius standing there, bashfully ducking his head he quickly moves over and you and Sirius settle into the bed with him in the middle

You and James pet his hair hold his hands while you tell him how much the both of you love him and how you’re never going to let anything bad happen to him again

You fall asleep that night with James spooning Sirius from the back and you with your body curled into Sirius’s front, his head resting on your chest

When you go back to Hogwarts you often end up in this position in their dorm room only add Remus into the mix

You’re a year behind all of them at school meaning that when they graduate you’re still stuck their for a whole nother year without any of them

And it nearly kills all of you

You and James most, though you write to each other every day it's still not the same as him actually being there with you

When you get particularly desperate to see him he apparates to Hogsmeade where he becomes Prongs and meets you in the Forbidden Forest where you basically just spend the entire time holding each other and telling the other how much you love them

He cries at your graduation, full on blubbers 

“That’s my girl!”

Insists that you look better in your graduation cap than anyone else

Doesn’t relent when you tell him how ridiculous that is

You guys move in together as soon as you graduate, it’s barely even a discussion because you guys can always tell what the other is thinking

“Hey babe, do you wanna-”

“Yeah Jamie, when you wanna go look at apartments?”

He loves going shopping for your apartment, he has so much fun looking at color swatches and different fabrics

He insists that you guys decorate at least part of the apartment in Gryffindor colors

Wolfstar lives down the street from you guys and you have biweekly coffee dates together at a little coffee shop in between your two houses.

After a year or so you realise that you and James still aren’t married, and you get very self conscious

Does he not want to spend the rest of his life with you?

Does he not love you as much as you love him?

It completely eats you up

And James can tell that something’s up

When he asks you you confess your worries to him and his heart breaks

He never wanted to make you feel like he didn’t love you

Because of course he loved you

You were his everything, you were his Sunshine

After telling you all of this he goes rummaging through his drawers looking for something

That’s how you find him when you wake up to him accidentally dropping something results in a loud bang

“Jamie? Are you okay?”

When you find him he’s standing bashfully, blushing with his head down, his hands holding something behind his back

“James?”

And that’s when he gets down on one knee and pulls the small velvet box from behind his back

“This isn’t how I wanted to do it darling, but I spend every single day  thinking about you, you’re the first thing I think of in the morning and I fall asleep with you in my arms thinking about how much I love you and how I don’t know if I could live my life without you. I’m so sorry if I’ve ever made you feel differently, I can’t believe I was enough of an idiot to ever hurt you, in any way. Even though I most certainly don’t deserve you, would you do me the honor of making me the happiest man alive and marrying me?”

Euphemia plans your wedding with the help of Sirius

They go all out

There may or may not be a life size ice sculpture of you and James per Sirius' request

Married life is absolute bliss for the two of you

You wake up every morning with that ring on your bedside table (do people sleep in their engagement rings and wedding bands? I’m a child of divorce whose parents are both children of divorce, true love is a foreign concept) to remind you of the beautiful man beside you

Both sub and dom James go absolutely wild on your wedding night, he can’t believe your Mrs. Potter, that your his

Its that night that you pregnant

Though you don’t know it for almost 2 months 

James is the best husband 

He carries you everywhere, even when you’re not showing 

And he can because fuck that man is strong

He’ll carry you upstairs at night and down them in the morning and to the sofa 

You can only move by yourself when he’s not looking 

James is really good at puzzles and putting things together so it takes him less than 2 hours to put all the furniture together for the nursery 

Which he insists you paint yellow, the color of sunshine

One of the first things he buys is a little Gryffindor onesie for your baby

When he comes James has him in it all of the time

When you go into labor he’s very calm and collected

Euphemia is there to help the both of you because that’s the person he first called when you had your first contraction 

He holds your hand the entire time, kissing you, and coaching you along, telling you how good you’re doing, how proud he is of you

He cries when he first sees his son, he’s so beautiful 

Even though he’s basically the spitting image of James, Jamie swears that he looks so much like you

Once the doctors and nurses leave the room he climbs into bed beside you, throwing and arm over your shoulder as you cradle your little boy in your arms

“He’s beautiful Jamie.”

“Just like his mother.”

tagging: @randomoutsiders @weasleyposts​ @kittykylax

[hpimaginesandblurbs]

Can you write a smut with Tom riddle where the reader and him are dating, and he’s obviously used to being in charge but one night something happens (you can decide that part) and suddenly the reader wants to be in charge but Tom doesn’t want that so she ties him up and teases her till he’s begging her to let him cum or something like the idk.

I absolutely love ur writing, it’s absolutely incredible I could never write anything as good as you!😊

pairing: tom riddle x reader

warning(s): 18+, dom/sub roles (ish), begging, magical ties, oral (make receiving), mentions of oral (female receiving) 

word count: 2.0k

a/n: and we’re back to our regularly scheduled smut. i have a ton of requests so be patient - i will get to it! thank you all for the love and support so far! 

You and your boyfriend, Tom, were strolling through the halls of Hogwarts on your Prefect rounds, enjoying the complete silence of the massive castle. It was rare the halls were this quiet, but late at night tended to be the perfect time to stumble upon echoing walls and corridors where you could hear a pin drop. 

Suddenly, Tom stopped in his tracks and stuck out a hand to stop you as well. “Do you hear that?” He asked in a hush whispering, pointing somewhere off to the left of where both of you stood. 

Following his direction, you turned your head to the left and saw that it was a typically abandoned corridor but you did hear the faint rustle of clothing and distant female giggling. You rolled your eyes and began walking in that direction, already knowing you’d have to break up two young people just wanting to have a bit of fun. It wasn’t that you wanted to spoil their good time, but it was an unspoken rule that if a Prefect caught you, they had no other choice unless they themselves wanted to end up in trouble. 

As you approached, wands drawn in order to cast a lumos charm, Tom put his body in front of you, taking charge. 

“I can handle it,” you whispered, a pout brought to your face. 

He didn’t even stop his movement, just kept walking even as he shot you a smirk. You rolled your eyes in frustration. He did this every time. You were perfectly capable of breaking up two horny teenagers and sending them off to bed, but he always had to be the one in charge. You were growing quite sick of it.

He got there before you and handled the situation with a dominant grace that only he seemed to possess, and he sent the two fifth years scattering on the way back to their respective common rooms. Without even another look in your boyfriends direction, you went stalking the other way and were determinately headed back to the Slytherin common room. 

“Get back here,” he said with a warning in his voice, following you nonetheless. 

“No. I’m going to bed,” you said rather loudly, not faltering in your steps. 

“Oh for the love of Merlin, what’s wrong?” He asked, his long legs giving him the ability to catch up with you. 

“You,” was your bitter reply. 

“Me? What have I done?” He asked incredulously. 

“Yes, you, Tom,” you said, finally halting in your steps and swinging around to face him. “You always have to be the one in charge. I could have easily handled that, like I said, but no. You just had to go and- and-,” you explained, waving your hands animatedly, but you trailed off once you realized this entire conversation was pointless. He wasn’t just going to change his incessant behavior no matter what you said. Besides, the smirk on his face as he looked down at you just proved it was a losing battle. 

“Darling, I hate to burst your bubble but you’ll never be in charge while I’m around. You don’t have to be,” he explained, attempting to be gentle through his cocky demeanor but his words only sent you into another flurry. 

“You want a bet? That I can’t be in charge?” You asked heatedly, your mind already slipping straight into the gutter. 

He paused for a moment, then finally sighed and raised an eyebrow. “Fine,” he agreed, “but you only get one chance so don’t mess it up for yourself.” 

~~~

The moment the two of you entered Tom’s private room, your lips were on each other and you took the initiative to slowly back him up into the bed until he had no choice but to sit with you standing before him. His grip on your waist was tight, but you had other plans for his hands anyways. 

The entire walk down to the dungeons, you had been plotting. You needed to prove to him that you could be in charge. Sure, it was nice that you had a boyfriend willing to take charge in all situations and you never had to worry about a thing, but you still felt the incessant need to prove yourself. 

“Take your clothes off and lie on the bed,” you told him when you pulled away from the kiss, attempting to emulate the demeanor he always gave off in situations like this. 

You heard him chuckle to himself, still under the impression that you couldn’t pull this off, but he did as you asked anyways. Finally, he was laying naked on the bed, completely relaxed against the pillows and looking at you expectantly. 

“Do you worst, Y/N,” he jested, his hand moving to trail down to his half erect cock but you stopped him in his tracks. 

“Did I say you could do that?” You asked, holding his wrist in your grip. His eyes darted up to yours and he looked shocked for a moment, but that look in his eyes went away in a flash as the signature smirk came back. 

He put his hand back down on the duvet and you climbed into the bed with him, straddling his legs. When he had been busy undressing, you undressed yourself down to your bra and panties. Little did he know what you had hidden underneath was a matching set. 

“Keep your hands right there. You’re gonna be a good boy for me tonight, right?” You cooed, trailing kisses from his neck down to his abdomen as you spoke. 

“The best,” he shot back with a sarcastic wink and it only made you chuckle to yourself because he truly had no idea what was coming. 

You continued your trail of kisses until you were firmly planted between his legs and your mouth was inches away from his cock. He was fully erect now and could feel your breath against his, making his cock twitch with anticipation. 

“Beg,” you demanded, refusing to touch him until he did at least the bare minimum, only placing kisses on his pelvis and thighs. 

“Please, Y/N. I’d love to cum down your throat right now,” he said lowly, but you could tell the begging was noncommittal. That would change. 

You easily complied, wanting him to think he had the upper hand, and immediately brought him into your mouth. You loved sucking his cock. He was warm and heavy on your tongue, and the noises he made always made you dripping wet. He wasn’t disappointing tonight. 

He released a low groan the second he felt his tip hit the back of your throat and he bucked his hips up, but you pushed the back down with force. You continued your ministrations, just waiting for him to lose himself. When you took him all the way down your throat, he lost it. 

His hands tangled in your hair as he tried to hold you down on him, cutting off your air supply, but you were prepared for this. He loved face fucking you and you knew if you had his mouth on his he just wouldn’t be able to resist. You reached for your wand that was strategically placed beside his leg on the bed and cast a silent spell. Immediately, his hands were removed from your hair and magically tied to the bed frame, locked into place. 

“What the fuck, Y/N?” He asked, seething. 

When you pulled off of his, you could see it in his eyes how angry he was. He didn’t think you had this in you. But how could he be so naive when you had learned from him? The best? 

“Where did I tell you to keep your hands?” You asked him, using one hand to lightly stroke his cock as you spoke. 

“The bed. Fuck. Let me out,” he demanded, struggling against his confines. 

“I don’t think I will,” you answered, suppressing a laugh. “After all, I am in charge.” 

You didn’t even give him a chance to reply, taking him in your mouth again and keeping your hands on his hips to hold them down. He didn’t have much leverage from this angle, so you knew it would be no problem. 

You dragged moan after moan from him, bringing him right to the edge and back down quite a few times until he was a sweating, writhing mess below you. You knew he was frustrated beyond belief, he had done this to you too many times to count. How did he like the taste of his own medicine? 

You weren’t even sure how long it had been going on for, but your jaw was beginning to ache and you were praying to Circe he cracked soon. That non committed begging from earlier was about to be real genuine soon if you had anything to say about it. 

You pulled off of him once more and your eyes snapped to his face. His hair was stuck to his forehead and neck, his chest was rapidly expanding and contracting, trying his best to get his breathing back under control, and there was a fury in his eyes so unmatched that you knew you’d be paying for this later. 

“Tell me what you want, Tom. Beg for it. Be a good boy for me, yeah?” You instructed, your hands massaging small circles into his tense thighs, willing him to relax into it. 

You could see the conflict in his face. He didn’t want to concede to you, wanting to prove his own point that you couldn’t, or shouldn’t have to be, in charge around him. But you knew how badly he wanted to cum. He cock was flushed such a dark shade of red that you were sure it had to hurt by now. He was aching for it, aching for you to get him there and let him cum in your mouth. 

“Fucking hell. Please, Y/N, let me fucking cum. Please,” he said breathlessly, his whole body limp against the bed as he stared up at you imploringly. 

A rush of power shot through, knowing you deny him so easily in the moment - leave him tied up and begging and wanting and aching. If you kept this up for much longer you know you’d end up on some sort of power trip. You knew he was letting you have this, letting you have his submission, but it still felt so damn good. 

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” You asked with a gleeful grin before immediately getting back to work, your sights set on getting him the release he had begged for. 

“Fuck. Please don’t be cruel. Let me cum Y/N,” he continued to babble when he felt the warmth of your mouth again, his mind lost to the pleasure his body was feeling. 

That only made you work harder, wanting to show him a shred of mercy for the night he had endured. After all, he was a good boy for you throughout most of it. 

His entire body tenses again right before he exploded into your mouth was a loud groan. His body trembled as warm ropes of cum shot down your throat and onto your tonugue. You suckled greedily from the head, getting every last drop out, until he was squirming against the sheets. When you finally came up, he was still breathing heavily and his head was thrown back against the pillows. 

You crawled up the bed to lay beside him, looking over his body in appreciation. He was glistening from sweat and completely still now other than his breathing. 

“Are you going to let me out now?” He asked bitterly, attempting to move his hands from the ties as he looked over at you. 

“Oh c’mon. You know that was fun. And besides, I think I’d like to sit on your face next,” you said with a giggle, watching his face fall into another shocked expression. You would forever remember this night as a lesson well taught.