#Last of the kofi I think I'm caught up now!

[hajihiko]

Some kofis

Imposter receiving love and affection from their S.O's for Ai

Nagito and Dante (OC) bitching for Angie

Roughed up but victorious Fuyuhiko for Star Murmur

Kuzusouda for Moth

[writingoddess1125]

Got some Bite

Alejandro Vargas x GNReader

Weird Funny Idea I had lol 😆 Sorry

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⚠️ Warnings : ⚠️ Nonthing really? Bad language-

Let's see..

Pushing 120$ and in for the last 2 hours-

You grunt to yourself, Not the worse but can certainly do better. Shoving the cash in your apron as you restocked it with a few other pens and napkins- However the smell of Bath and Bodyworks perfume smacked your face and you bad to suppress the want to make a smart comment.

Eli one of the waitresses who had the front section leaned over grabbing some napkins and looking at you with her fake smile as normal.

Silently praying she would just shut the fuck up and leave you be-

However your prayers were never one to be answered-

"You know~ If you werent such a.." She waved her hand as if to find the words.

"Raging Asshole" You hear Bruce say as he walks past the two of you with his trays, Glaring at him sharply as he slipped by.

"Ah thank you Bruce, Raging Asshole- You would have way more tips. I'm already pushing 300 tonight" She says with false sweetness, You roll your eyes and look to her.

"Well I don't show off that tramp stamp everytime you bend over or giggle at every dirty joke like you, Guess that work as a stripper really paid off- no?"

She gave you some side eye as she pulled down the back of her shirt a little.

"Well you can a least smile a bit, You're cute afterall" Eli chimed, Tapping under your chin which you pulled from her touch quickly.

"Shove it up your ass-"

You grumbled as Eli laughed and walked off- You glancing around to make sure your stations were filled and no one needed anything at the moment.

That’s when you spotted him.

Seated in the far corner, close to the window, was a man who didn’t quite fit in with the usual crowd. He wasn’t here for the food you could tell just by the way he sat, back straight, eyes scanning the outside more than the menu in front of him.

You knew he was military- They were easy to spot afterall.

Still, he was in your section, and you had a job to do.

You grabbed your notepad from your apron and made your way over, stopping infront of his table. "Hey there, what can I get you?"

He barely glanced at you, waving a hand as if to brush you away. "Not now, cariño." His voice was low, distracted, as if you were an afterthought.

You stared at him for a second before your lips curled into a frown.

Oh Hell No-

You smack your notepad on the table hard stance shifting as you leveled him with a look. "You sit at my table for the last 30 minutes, in my section, and think you can brush me off like that? Either order something or fuck off"

That made him blink in surprise and even jump a bit at both the loud smack of the notepad and your stern voice. For a second, he just blinked at you, caught between irritation and… something else? But clearly surprised by you and the rather- interesting customer service you provided.

"Well?" you prompted, tapping your pen against the notepad quickly.

He straightening in his seat a bit like what he is infront of his superiors "Steak. Medium rare. And uh a beer?"

A slow, satisfied smirk tugged at your lips. "See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?"

You turned on your heel and walked off to put in the order. Alejandro, sat there genuinely confused- Blinking a bit as he had never been snapped back to when he first enlisted and being scolded and honestly- He didn't know how to feel?

Was it refreshing?

Absolutely-

He knew he should be mad?

Yes- But he wasn't?

He couldn't help but let his eyes follow you now- Seeing how you worked with efficiency and clearly sharp. That bite of yours clearly for everyone, which he found oddly attractive.

Alejandro had only been here to track- Having gotten info of a group Barrio Azteca moving chemical weapons throughout the country- Having come across it when on a extraction of a trafficking ring, seemingly a front of what the deeper issue was.

Once informed of the deepening issue of shipments ranging from the United states and over seas- Kate was quick assigning him with TF 141 once more, which lead them to El Paso of all places-? Seeming somewhere in this city was shipping ot even possibly making weapons. Now TF 141 were also scattered to different parts of the city to keep a lookout. However he was fairly sure his targets was closer to this side of town so had requested the team to meet him here as soon as possible.

Weapons like that were always a delicate issue, One wrong move and it could mean wiping whole cities off the map.

However who knew that a little resturant worker would catch his eye this early on- Speaking of...

You march over to him after around 20 minutes setting his food and Beer down infront of him, your hand on your hip as you point at his plate.

"You didn't specify the cut of steak so you got the New York, You didn't specify your side so you got fries and you didn't specify your beer so you got the House Beer"

Alejandro blinked, then a slow smile spread across his face.

Damn. He really liked you.

He locked eyes with you amusement flickering in them as he leaned forward slightly. "You always this decisive, cariño?"

You smirked, crossing your arms. "Only when customers don’t know what they want."

He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "Fair enough."

A chuckle leaves you as you pivot to walk off to help your other tables.

"Enjoy your meal soilder" You chime, Alejandro stopping when he prepared to cut into his meal as he looked up at you sharply.

"Wait- How do you know I'm military?" He questioned a bit quickly, You looking back to him with a raised brow. Before pointing to him like a teacher abojt to scold a child.

"First your posture, second your clothes are too neat and well fitted something only military do, the haircut, how your rolled your sleeves and your overly alert. No one picks a corner seat by a window with their back to the wall unless they want to look at everything- And seeing how forward you're seated your likely armed and most likely on Duty"

Alejandro felt like you just stripped him naked and laid him out for everyone to see, Shifting uncomforbly at being so easy to point out.

"Am I wrong?" You ask, Alejandro shaking his head 'No' softly.

"Good- Cause I already applied your military discount. So eat up"

You nod and walk off now, Alejandro couldnt help but let a laugh leave him as he shook his head- Damn you were Good.

Tucking into his meal he kept that smile on his lips, It didn't take long for TF 141 to enter. Walking to his table and taking a seat, Price raising a brow at the happy look from Alejandro.

"You ordered?"

He nodded, Gesturing to you with a fry. "Had to, or I'd be kicked out- or beat up. One of the two it seems"

"You sound way too happy to have been treated like that" Simon gruffed out as he glanced to you, Which made you snap your gaze to them and narrowing your eyes at the group- Clearly throwing Simon off a bit as he jerked his head back a tiny bit and making Soap laugh at the LT micro reaction.

"I am- Won't be surprise if I marry that scary little Server too"

They all look at Alejandro in utter confusion as he smiled to himself like an idiot and ate his steak with a shrug.

"I like when they got a bit of bite to them"

[romanarose]

Please, Mr. Miller?

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Dividers by @anitalenia

DBF!Joel x Reader

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First installment is Yes, Mr. Miller? but all parts can be found on my masterlist <3

Summery: Getting ready for the labor day cookout, you reminisce on Labor day last year when things with Joel began. Ft. your dad surprises you

Warnings: Virginity loss, dirty talk, PIV sex, age gap (legal, reader is over 21 so stfu y'all), size kink, bleeding from sex (I know theres been discourse over the whole bleeding your first time, but I bled soooo. It's a normal thing to happen, don't be embarrassed.) Joel is a bit of a pain slut what can I say, reader scratching Joel enough to make him bleed,

Immersivity: Reader is fem, afab, dresses v hyperfem and cutsie, reader is shorter than Joel and coded that Joel is larger, can carry you.

A/N: My last instalment for this series, the dbf holiday fucks series as I call it, caused a whole hoopla. I didn't do memorial day nor forth of july as planned. I wasn't even going to do any more but then I thought of everyone who supported me and of course my dear Lum, and decided to write one more installment. This will wrap up the series with a happy end for our dear horny bastards <3

Everything needed to be perfect. Joel was coming over for the yearly labor day cookout your dad did to celebrate the end of the summer, and oh what a summer it was!! Joel had made this time after gradating college special, spending time taking you out of town so you could both not worry about getting caught. You even had another threesome with him and Tommy, a time that was extra special now that you belonged to Joel officially.

This wouldn't be your anniversary technically. Labor Day always falls on Monday, but your anniversary was the same date of course. You spent the "anniversary" of the first time Joel and you had sex getting fucked into oblivion at Joel's house. Today was still special, because you and him would always remember Labor Day for this.

As you apply your simple make-up, pink eyeshadow and pink blush and pink lipstick to match the dress you brought over to your dads, you think back on that day.

You had been giving Joel 'fuck me' eyes for months. Ever since him and your dad became friends the last year or so, you can't deny how much you wanted him. The barrier, however, was obvious. He was your dads best friend, and then there was the fact you were a virgin.

Still, your record wasn't exactly lily white. You'd fucked around a bit here and there with boys and girls but that was the problem. They were all just like you, inexperienced. Most were boring, most only focused on what they wanted. You need a grown ass man to teach you, to guide you, to make you cum the way your vibrator could.

Joel was that man. So, you spent months sending signals...

Signals that ended up with you pushed up against your bedroom door that fateful Monday while your dad fell asleep on the couch, his body crowding you with his breath hot against your face.

"You think you are awfully cute, don't you little lady?"

You can't help smile at that. Yes, yes you do think you're cute, thank you.

"You just think you can prance around here in these little skirts and lowcut tops and get me hard like a fucking teenager not have any consiquences?"

Despite his words and harsh tone, when Joel's hand went to your hip his grip was light, letting you know you weren't being trapped.

You look up at him. "I know what I'm about, Mr. Miller."

A small smile appears on his face, and he grind his hips against your stomach, making you feel him growing erection. "You feel what you do to me?" He waits until you nod. "I think it's only right you help me take care of it, don't you? Or do I have to fuck my fist in the shower thinking of your face again?"

"No, Mr. Miller, I think I should help you, but... you have to help me with something..." You trail off, uncertain how he'll take the news.

"And what is that?"

"I'm a virgin..."

With this piece of information, Joel's face softens and he gives you a little more space. He seems like a new person, resting his head on your forehead and you see him cringing a bit.

"Shit darl'n, "m sorry. I was come'n in strong for no fucking reasons"

But you don't want him to feel bad for assuming you weren't a virgin, most people aren't by your age... "No, no don't be sorry! I... I liked it." Joel opens his eyes to look at you, your faces so close together. "i like you being dominate."

That smile again... that damn smile and you knew you were in trouble.

"You want this? You can say no, any time..."

"I do. I really fucking do."

With that, Joel kissed you... and oh what a kiss it was. Joel devoured you like this betrayal of his friendship was sending him to death row and you were his request for a last meal. He kissed you like he was willing to sacrifice it all just for your lips, that committing this sin was worth it just to be the first between your legs. He kissed you like you were his already. Joel never stopped kissing you like that, not even a year into the affair.

He took his time with you, just like you knew he would. This, this is why you trusted Joel Miller with this part of yourself. Your vibrator was at your apartment, but Joel made you cum on his lips, humping the mattress with his arms locked around your shaking legs. Then, he opened you up on his fingers, the thick digits easily maneuvering in and out of your drenched pussy before curling them up and dragging another orgasm out of you.

When Joel finally lined himself up between your legs, your pretty dress still on and the skirt flared out at the bed sheets, he tucked his face to your neck, kissing and nipping softly to not leave and marks. "Are you sure you want this, darl'n? We can stop. I promise."

But you didn't want to stop. No part of you wanted to stop.

You grab at his ass, your done up nails gripping his asscheeks. Your body felt on fire, burning for him and only for him. You knew this could never be a one time things, even before he deflowered you, you were his to keep, his to play with. "Please, Mr. Miller?" You begin to beg for him. "I need your cock, please, please, please? I need it so badly, it's all I want, I need you, only you!"

Joel groaned at the honorific, head dropping down at he began to slid into your tight hole, splitting you open. "Shiiiiiiit baby... s'fucking good... so fucking good."

Your grip on his ass tightened as the pain of being stretched peaked, nails digging in and scrapping him, making him bleed for you as you did for him.

When he's fully seated inside you, Joel plants a little kiss on your lips, humming a little in the back of his throat. "My sweet girl... saved herself just for me, huh?"

"Yes" You lie a little. For the bit. "Wanted you to be my first, Mr. Miller."

He groans, slowly pulling out almost all the way. "Love it when you call me that." then, he thrusts himself completely into you, pounding your pussy as the gentle uh, uh, uh's begin to fill the room in time the the pleasure he brings you.

"Shhhhh princess," Joel's nose nuzzles your cheek. "Gotta be quiet, remember? Can't have your daddy finding out you let his friend deflower his little girl, hm?"

You whimper at that, the secrecy, the naughty air adding to the sin happening in your old bedroom as he thrust again and again and again until you're unable to keep quiet anymore. The pleasure is too great, too strong as your orgasm approaches and he knows it. Gentle hand a contrast the the way he cock is rearranging your insides with pound ferver, Joel cups your face and puts his thumb to your lip.

No hesitation, you open your mouth and as soon as his thumb slides inside you lock your lips around him.

"Good girl... good- fuck- good fucking girl... just needed someth'n to keep your mouth busy, huh? Something to suck on? Yeah, I know baby, I know, it's a lot isn't it? It hurts a little, huh?" Joel looks down, watching the way his cock disappears into you, watching how it comes out covered in slick. He likes looking at you writhe under him, struggling to take it all... "Awwww big stretch.... That's it baby, suck on my thumb... harder, want yuh to practice for my cock, because i ain't done with yuh after tonight. You know that, don't you? You're mine, pretty girl. I'm your daddy now."

He can feel you tightening, your cunt beginning to pulse the same it did around his fingers.

"Bite down on my thumb when you cum baby, make it hurt."

You do as you're told, biting down to prevent from screaming as you cum on his cock, waves of pleasure rushing your body like the crash of the ocean on a rock. Not holding bad, you bit him to the bone and watch as his head rolls back as he cums, reveling in the pain as he floods your cunt with his spend. Again and again he fucks his cum inside your pussy, feeling it begin to leak out and down your ass crack before his softening cock finally still inside you.

There is a moment when Joel body falls on your, covering you with a blanket of just him pressed on your dress, that you think he's just going to get up and walk out. Maybe he's wake your dad up to say goodbye and then just not speak to you again now that he got what he wanted...

But he doesn't. Joel kisses you, saying he'll be right back before getting his pants on again and going to the bathroom. He returned to clean you up, calming your embarrassment when you see the blood on the sheets, and holding you until you fell asleep.

That was one year ago.

Today, you skip down the stairs at your dads,m pink dress fluttering around your knees, and hope happily outside to where you dad was grilling. A few people had trickled in, but were talking across the yard.

"Hi dad!" You start surveying the party goers, looking out over the yard. You don't see Joel yet, but Tommy is in the pool already which means Joel is probably stuck carrying in whatever they brought.

"Hi honey!" He greets you warmly. "That a new dress?"

You give a twirl. "Sure is!"

"Looks real nice, I always liked pink on you. I think Joel will like it too."

Your blood runs cold and you freeze. You don't even have it in you to act natural or confused, you just stare at him in shock. You wonder if he's about to start yelling, although that was rarely in his nature.

"I..."

Your dad smiles at you, adding cheese to a few burgers. "Relax, honey, it's fine. I saw your car at Joel's house back in May. Yuh ain't slick." He gives you a wink.

"Oh...." You say dumbly, unsure what else to say. "Are you... mad?"

"I was a little when I first saw it... but mostly because you guys didn't tell me. Then I thought about it and realized you guys were probably nervous. I figured as long as he's treat'n you right, I'm fine." He cocks an eyebrow. "And he's treating you right, ain't he? Just cause he's my friend don't mean I'm choosing his side."

Tears of relief well up in your eyes. "Yeah daddy, he does. He treats me real good."

"TOMMY!" Joel shouts walking up the driveway, carrying several bags and a cooler. "You couldn't help?!"

You and your dad laugh, and when you sniffle he leaves his grill to give you a hug. "Good. I'm glad. I just want you to be happy, and Joel's a good guy. I'm just glad it's not Tommy."

You laugh again at that, and once he's satisfied you're happy, he goes to putting the burgers on a plate.

"So... is it serious? I don't wanna be in your business, just wondering."

You watch Joel set up the snacks and beer he was specifically told not to bring, but because of who Joel is as a person he brought them anyway. He and Tommy help a kid out of the pool, and when Joel looks up he sees you staring at him from over the deck.

He grins at you and waves. You wave back. "Yeah dad. It's very serious."

You run down the steps to tell him you dont have to sneak around anymore.

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[yaekiss]

꩜ Room Content: GN! Dom! Reader x Male! Sub! Sydney the Faithful, no gendered terms for reader, jerking Sydney off in a cinema, lmk if I missed out anything ! ꩜ A/N: This has been on my mind for so long, ugh the grip Sydney has on my mind is maddening. Might also do a corrupted Sydney version after this who knows teehee :3c

It was meant to be something relaxing. At least that's what Sydney had in mind when he agreed to a movie date with you at the cinema.

It's been a while since he's seen one so he thought that it'd be fun to watch one together. (He was even the one who suggested watching the newest romance movie after hearing about it from Robin.)

So how did it ever end up like this?

Maybe he should've paid more attention to Robin talking about the movie because when the beginning of a sex scene starts to play on the screen, he flushes instantly, hands shooting up and shielding his face to prevent him from seeing the lewdness on display.

His sudden actions catch your eye and you turn to take in the delicious view of your lover trying to tune out the raunchy moans from the actors, eyes squeezed shut and brows furrowed so cutely that you just want to eat him up ♡

Your hand finds its way over to the edge of his pants, pulling the band before letting it go, snapping against his skin. A squeak escapes him as his eyes fly open, surprised by your actions.

"W-what are you doing?" Sydney's voice is shaky, volume slightly above a whisper.

"I'm just helping distract you from the movie, angel. Now quieten down, you wouldn't want the people to realise, would you?"

Worried, he surveys the other cinemagoers around the both of you and breaths a sigh of relief when no one else heard the squeak he let out. Turning back to face you, he notices the hunger in your eyes and the blush on his cheeks deepen.

His hands are still held up in front of him so you take the opportunity to slip your fingers past his waistband, teasing at the rim of his boxers. The sensation of your fingers on the skin of his hips has him quivering but he makes no move to stop you from taking this even further. You press on, dipping into his boxers and when you come into contact with his already half-hard cock, he jolts in his seat, biting down on his lip to muffle any noises from him.

Leaning closer, you take his cock into your hand, gradually stroking him until he's hard and dripping. His self-restraint wavers when your nails glide across his slit, hips bucking up with a sharp gasp. Alarmed, his eyes dart around the surroundings, heart jackrabbiting in his chest at the prospect at getting caught. Working him up to his orgasm, he's squirming in his seat, moving one of his hands down to bite down on to stifle his moans as he loses himself in the pleasure you're showing him.

A harsh tug and a scratch along the underside of his dick is what tips him over the edge, he doubles over and his hands immediately shoot to grasp at your wrist so that he can rut into your hand as pure euphoria overtakes him. There's a wet patch growing on the fabric of his pants but he's too caught up in the bliss to notice.

After he rides out his high, he slumps back against the backrest, boneless and panting as he tries to process everything that just happened. Retracting your hand covered in his spend, you hold it before him, expectant. Hesitant, he slowly licks away his cum. He's slightly put off by the taste of his own cum at the start but determined, he carries on until your hand is completely cleaned. Giving your fingers one last suck, he pulls away, face still hot from arousal. As thanks, you grab his face and pull him in for a heated kiss that leaves him melting in his seat, his brain mushy. The only thing he can think of is you, you, you. + + Love

Well, he can't lie, he supposes the movie was relaxing in a way! - - Sydney's Purity

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Regulus Black - Supermassive Black Hole IV

Pairing : Regulus Black x (she/her) Selwyn!Reader Word Count : 4.2k Warning : Food. Height. Fluff. Synopsis : A simple arrangement turned into an everlasting one as two naïve children try to figure out their heart. Notes : I'm sorry it's taking forever for me to post this, I had a change of heart of how the plot should go and tbh I still dk how to end this story so bear with me please. If you'd like to be tagged for the next chapters, please comment or reblog so I can add you to the tag list. If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕ Taglist: strikethrough means I could not tag you. @lostarc24 @hogwartshouse @milivanili99 @stelleduarte @40rimm @lilmaymayy @mischiefmanagers

↞ Part III

Regulus rolled over to the other side of the bed for the millionth time now. His eyes were staring at the clock by the bedside table, watching as its hands moved and ticks with every second passed. He knew that he had to get up, sooner or later, be it from the knock on his door or the unbearable hunger in his stomach. He barely ate last night. His head was spinning, heavy from the unpleasant memories and regret of his once again apathetic gesture towards her.

It must’ve been her worst birthday party. He spoiled it all the moment he walked in on her and Rosier. Perhaps he should have minded his own business. She has all the right to kiss Rosier if she wanted to, it’s the least bit of freedom he could give to her, but Regulus couldn’t help but feel a little bit triumphant when she seemed to be uninterested in him. That she too finds the idea of kissing Rosier to be baffling.

A loud groan escapes his lips when the next memory floods in. Regret beyond imagination is sticking to his skin like a muck. He wonders what would happen if he did what she asked him, if he would just lean in and kiss her. Would that be a great gift he could’ve given to her? Or would it’ve been a one way ticket to hell for him?

Reaching for his jumper, Regulus finally stood up and walked out of the room. He figures it would be worse to have her knocking on his door than to face her willingly. He could perhaps piece some words to meet her with a cool head than to have him caught red handed.

“Morning,” He greets her as he reaches the dining table.

She looks up to see him, her shoulders slightly tense and it makes Regulus bite his inner cheek a little harder, “Morning.”

Regulus kept his lips in a tight line. He took a seat opposite of her. His fingers locked to each other, an attempt to soothe himself as his brain tries to make some coherent explanation. It proves to be a harder task to do each day whenever she is in the equation.

“Listen, about last night—”

“You’re right,” She cuts in “I was drunk. I didn’t know what I was saying so if we could just.. Forget about what I said, I think that would be best for us all.”

Regulus opens his mouth, wanting to argue with her but finds himself nodding and turning silent, trying to ignore the loud cracking of his heart. Her words twisted a knife in his heart. Somehow he hoped that his words were lies, that she was sober and she really wanted him to kiss her. It wasn’t like he saw her drink anything, anyway. But who was he kidding? There would be no chance in this universe that she would want him to kiss her. No chance. None.

She flashes him a small smile before looking back down to her toasts.

Now what? Regulus thought. Where does it leave them at? He knew that he still owes her an explanation. About the Greengrass, about Rosier, about everything, but is right now the best time to bring it up? And what could he say about it? The truth? Would that do them better or worse?

“Do you have any plans for the day?” Regulus finds himself asking.

She pinched her brows, shaking her head, “I don’t think so, no.”

He hums in acknowledgement.

“Well actually, there’s this theme park I wanted to go to with Sirius.”

Regulus nods, finding himself to be more heartbroken, “Right.”

“But if you’d like to come—,”

“Yes.” He says, a little bit too excited for his liking.

“—I can cancel on Sirius.”

Regulus clears his throat, attempting to conceal his embarrassment as her brows rise. His excitement was surely out of character. Something the reserved, quiet, and collected Regulus never does. But then again, he could never be his usual apathetic self whenever it comes to her now, could he?

He wonders what her pinched brows and confused eyes mean. Was it really that appalling that he wanted to go to the theme park with her? Was it wrong of him to show excitement for her offer?

She blinks. Seemingly taken aback to his agreement but her smile slowly blooms. A sight that would be replayed in his head repeatedly before he sleeps tonight, “Alright.”

—-

She finds her teeth slightly chattering from the cold. The weather was playing with her. It was bright and hot when they first came out of the house, but now that the sun is slowly retreating, the wind blows stronger and colder. She was never good with coldness in the first place but she certainly didn’t think it would be this cold tonight. Her thin layer of flannel did not help to preserve warmth and she knew she was pretty much screwed for the rest of the night.

Her knuckles were turning white, body shuddering as she tried to gain some warmth. She could see Regulus glancing at her every once in a while but he never said a word. She knew that he could tell that she was freezing. Hands burrowed deep into the pocket of his coat, Regulus is warm and cosy under his thick layer of wool coat and it's surely shredding all of her dignity to say it but Regulus was right, she should’ve brought a coat.

“Quite the gentleman, you are.” She remarks between her chatter.

“One warm gentleman, indeed.” He says, snuggling into his coat as he sighs “The weather is so nice tonight.”

She glares, certainly not appreciating his sarcasm.

“I’ve told you to bring a coat,” He says as a matter of factly “I’m not going to give you mine, just because you’re cold now. Even if you’re freezing yourself to death and begging me for it.”

“Oh just how chivalrous of a man you are, Regulus.”

He shrugs, buttoning his coat and snuggling deeper to it.

“I am not cold and I most certainly will not ask for your coat.” She replies, her anger giving her the slight raise of temperature “Don’t worry your infuriating little mind about me, Reg.”

Regulus smiles jubilantly, nodding.

She turns to look away, finding herself conflicted once again with his charms. On one side she wanted to slap that enchanting little smirk off of his face but a bigger part of her wanted to take a picture of him and keep it in her pocket. 

Regulus has been smiling a lot today, so she noticed. He was beautiful. More beautiful than she remembered him. Perhaps it was due to the fact that she could stare on his face straight on instead of stealing glances like she used to or perhaps Regulus has just simply been enjoying their time, she couldn’t really tell. All she knew is that he looks beautiful this way and she hoped he would show this side more to her.

Now they’re standing in line, waiting for their turn to try on the rollercoaster. Regulus notes lazily that it wouldn’t be much worse than flying for quidditch. He’s played some of the most brutal games as a Slytherin quidditch player, but James said that rollercoasters are worse than flying and she told him exactly that. 

“You can hold my hand if it’s too scary for you.” Regulus said as they put on their seatbelt.

If he didn’t have that mocking smirk on his face she would have let herself blush and enjoy the butterflies in her stomach, but instead she rolled her eyes, “You wish.”

But boy, how right James is.

Regulus seemed to be having the time of his life through the loops of the track as she screamed her lungs and clung onto him for dear life. He was laughing, happy cheers escaping his lips. If she wasn’t fighting for her life she would’ve been hypnotised by the happy scream Regulus was shouting. Funny how the one time Regulus truly enjoys their shared moment is when she’s trying her best to not shat her pants.

When the cart stopped, Regulus turned to see how tightly she’s been holding his hand. He smiled at the sight but bit it down and turned the other way before she could see it. She was still panting from the adrenaline but a bright smile was evident on her face. She too seemed to be enjoying the ride.

“Shall we go for another round?”

“I’d love to, but I’m not a big fan of the queueing line.” She says, peeking out “It seems to be longer than before.”

“Well, that’s why we’ve got wands, isn’t it?” Regulus says as he takes out his wand from his coat pocket.

“Regulus, what are you doing?”

Before he could utter the spell, she hurriedly pushed his wand away, widening her eyes in disapproval as Regulus kept his nonchalant self, “What?”

“You can’t use magic in the presence of muggles.” She scolds “What on Earth were you thinking?”

“You said you didn’t want to queue. We could just do a little confundus charm and they wouldn’t know a thing.”

Her jaw dropped, completely horrified at his mischief.

“Just relax.”

“No,” She said before he could take out his wand again “You’re not going to use your magic here.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Why not?”

“Will you two get off? We have a long queue.”

Regulus' glare was certainly terrifying that it made the operator step back, looking intimidated. The boy didn’t look much older than them which made her feel even more sympathetic that she pulled Regulus' arm, dragging him out of the cart with angry steps.

He followed her, a small smile was still tugged on his lips as he watched her. She was evidently seething, for whatever reason he couldn’t understand. He only wanted to make her happy. She said she wanted to go for another round and didn’t want to queue, so what exactly is the issue with doing a little confundus charm? It’s not like anyone would know.

“Alright, ground rule for the rest of the night.” She says as they stopped, turning to face him “No magic. No matter how simple the spell is, or how insignificant it is in your eyes, no magic is allowed.”

“Why?”

She widens her eyes, appalled, “You know why!”

Regulus couldn’t contain his laughter now. Her reaction warms his heart. He finds it adorable how she’s so worked up over little mischief he’s sure no one would bat an eye for. It fascinates him how for once he’s finally the troublemaker instead of the voice of reason. Being in a trio with Rosier and Crouch, Regulus has always been the moral police instead of the third rascal.

“Fine,” He says, messing her hair “No magic for the rest of the night.”

She was stupefied then. His beautiful smile, the tender noise and his gentle gesture, it feels like the Regulus she’s always dreamed of is finally hers. Her cheeks were turning rosy, flustered by the enchanting side he’s showing at the moment.

“Don’t do that,” She says, slapping his hand away from her head “No messing my hair either.”

“You’re blushing.” He remarks with a satisfied smile.

“I most certainly am not.” She argues “It’s from the cold air.”

“Oh, so you admit you’re cold now?”

She glares, not saying a word.

“I’m still not giving you my coat.” He says.

“I did not say I was cold nor was I asking for it.” She spat with evident vexation “Has anyone ever told you just how much of a pain you are, Regulus?”

He shrugs, “Only on my good days.”

She rolled her eyes, taking steps away from him.

Regulus was toying with her, she knew it, and as much as she tries not to give the reaction he’s craving for, she couldn’t help but to give it. He was always right, always so perfect for her to ever be truly angry. The fact that he’s being so lovely tonight makes it impossible for her to hold a grudge longer than three seconds.

“So where to next?” He asked, matching his pace with her.

“We’ve ridden all of the rides,” She says, looking around the park “But one.”

The rogue on her cheeks turn darker as she stares at the Ferris wheel. The stories of her muggleborn friends about how romantic Ferris wheel rides are, echo in her head. She didn’t understand what was so special about the ride. They could certainly just get on their broom to go up and see the city lights but muggles seem to romanticise the ride a lot and she couldn’t help but to hope to feel such romantism with him.

“Alright, shall we go then?”

She turns to meet eyes with him, nodding.

Now they find themselves sitting in one of the cabins. She couldn’t find it in her to see his face because she knew she would be blushing hard once again. The excitement is building up, making her giddy and skittish. She could only hope that the tapping of her feet wasn’t that obvious for him to notice.

“You alright?”

She nods, not facing him, “Yes.”

“Okay.”

Regulus finds it odd how she’s suddenly looking away, not sparing a second to see him ever since they headed to this ride. Was she still angry about him taking out his wand? Was it about him messing her hair? Or was it about something else?

“It’s nice up here,” He comments, trying to break the ice.

She hums.

“Reckon we can see your house from up here?”

“Maybe.”

Regulus frowns. Her sudden coldness was something he didn’t expect to see. Everything was brilliant just a minute ago. He enjoyed their time, feeling as if it was a proper first date for them to have, and he thought that she felt it too. Now he wasn’t so sure.

His finger taps on the metal cart, biting his lower lip as he thinks of the moment things went downhill. She still had that smile when they began walking. It only disappeared when she pointed at this ride, a ride that doesn’t look half as interesting as the others. Compared to the rollercoaster, Regulus would argue that this ride is dull and dreary. Is that really the cause of her sudden change of demeanour? That she didn’t really want to go up this ride?

“Can I ask you something?” She asks, suddenly facing him.

Regulus nods.

“Do you have any muggleborn friends, Regulus?”

He frowns, shaking his head, “No, not really.”

“Right,” She nods, muttering to herself “That makes sense.”

“What makes sense?”

“Nothing,” She lies “I just remembered that I’ve only ever seen you with Rosier and Crouch.”

Regulus clenches his jaw. Is that it? Is that why she’s suddenly distant now? That she’s thinking of Rosier? 

And he thought she was having fun with him. Apparently not.

“Is there something you wanted to know about?” He asked, digging his grave deeper “Do you want to know about my friends?”

“If you want to talk about them, I’m listening.”

Regulus bites the inner of his cheek. It hurts to know that she wanted to know about his friends better, that she was even thinking about them, when they’re literally on a date. Well, she didn’t say it was one but it should certainly be called as. What else would you call this? This certainly goes beyond what a friendly hang out is.

At least in his dictionary.

“You gave a rule earlier, so can I give one too?”

She nods, her brows furrowing a little at his question.

“Can we not talk about anything else but ourselves for the rest of the night?” He asked “I know I owe you a lot but I really hope we could finish the night with just the two of us.”

Her expression changed. There was a hint of tenderness Regulus couldn’t really put a word on. As if she was touched over his words. Like she didn’t expect him to want to spend the rest of the night with just the two of them.

She smiles, nodding, “Alright.”

They turned silent once more. But the air is certainly different now. Tension and awkwardness no longer linger around them, only comfort and mutual understanding that they both wanted to bask in this moment while it lasts. It fills both of their hearts to know that they’re enjoying their time spent together. If only they would say it aloud, they would’ve amplified their happiness by tenfold.

But after a couple minutes of silence, as their cabin got to the peak, the wheel suddenly stopped. The sudden halt was making her panic, squealing in fear as Regulus put his arm protectively around her. The engine stopped.

“Looks like we’re stuck here,” Regulus said, looking down to see people trying to work the machine “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” She said, still clinging on his arm “How long do you think we’ll be stuck here?”

Regulus shrugs, “How should I know? I’ve never been to these kinds of parks before.”

She frowns but remains quiet.

Regulus closed his eyes, feeling the light breeze of the wind as he relaxed his feet. It was refreshing up here. Quiet, calming, serene. It reminds him of his night flies around the castle whenever he needed to get some peace of mind and tranquillity. Perhaps he could go and find more of these rides some time.

One of the things he loved most about this moment is how she’s still holding his arm tightly. He smiles at the thought, how much more comfortable they are with each other over this date. Perhaps he should’ve done this years ago.

“This is nice.” He comments, still with his eyes closed.

Silence.

Regulus opened his eyes, turning to see her who has her head now resting on his shoulder, “Hey, you alright?”

“Do you think it’s still gonna be long until the engine comes back on?”

“I don’t know,” He says truthfully, pulling away to see her better “Are you okay? Should we just disapparate?”

“No,” She says fast, finally looking up to him “No magic, remember?”

“Well you don’t seem to be enjoying this ride.” He points out “Surely we can make an exception.”

“It’s not the ride that’s the problem,” She says, her teeth chattering a little “I’m cold.”

Regulus bites his smile. He wanted to rub it on her face, how he’s right from the beginning and she was just too stubborn to admit it, but the tormented look on her face made him think twice. She seemed to be really bothered by the coldness that to be fair, was nothing for Regulus, but still, he wouldn’t give his coat.

Instead, Regulus unbuttoned his coat and took off one side of it, gesturing to her to come closer.

“We both can’t fit inside, Regulus.” She notes.

“Well, I told you I’m not giving you my coat, so either we squeeze in or you freeze yourself to death.” He says with a nonchalant shrug “Your choice.”

She looks at him with disbelief. As if she couldn’t believe that the man sitting in front of him, acting cheeky and playful, was Regulus Black. Everything about him today just doesn’t make sense. From the moment he volunteered to come to the theme park, to asking her to snuggle close to him to share his coat now. Whatever happened to the apathetic Regulus Arcturus Black?

But she knew better than to complain about it. She enjoys every passing moment of the day. Every bicker, every annoyed remark, every feigned anger. She wouldn’t wish for any other way to spend the day.

And so she snuggled closer to him, encircling her arms around his body like a koala to a tree. His body warmth was comforting, along with the smell of his perfume. Regulus put the other part of his coat around her, trying to cover her as best as he could.

“Is this okay?” He asks. She could hear his heartbeat from the close proximity.

“Yeah,” She whispers, not looking up cause she knew her cheeks must be as red as tomatoes “Is this okay for you?”

Regulus hums, resting his chin to the top of her head.

“This is nice,” She says “I might actually fall asleep on you.”

He smiles, “Just don’t drool on my shirt.”

“No promises.”

—-

Regulus couldn’t recall the last time he woke up with such a light heart. The memory from last night still intoxicates him. How they spent hours waiting for the wheel to finally turn, to get them to the ground, yet neither of them were complaining. Matter of fact, he hoped that it would’ve lasted longer. He wouldn’t mind spending forever stuck in that cabin with her.

When he came down to the dinning hall though, a frown bloomed on his face. She was absent. Her plate was empty, cup cleaned as if she hadn't even used it. Only Sirius was present with a stack of toasts on his plate.

“Where is she?” Regulus asked.

“Resting,” His brother said “Where the hell did you go last night? Why did you come back so late?”

Regulus sniffled, taking a seat and fixing himself a cup of tea, “We just hung out, went to the park in the city.”

“Why did you come back so late then? There’s not much of a ride there.”

“We got stuck on the Ferris wheel for hours.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow, “Why didn’t you just disapparate?”

“She wouldn’t let us use magic. I don’t know, ask her.” He said, defensive “Why is she still resting? Isn’t it late already for her?”

“She’s sick, that’s why.”

“Sick? What do you mean she’s sick?” Regulu asked, feeling guilt to seep in “She was just fine last night.”

“She caught a cold. Fever and all,” Sirius said as he put a toast in his mouth, standing to leave for his room “Next time you go out with her, tell her to bring a coat, will you?”

Regulus rolled his eyes, “You think I didn’t tell her that?”

Regulus’ words were met by silence as Sirius entered his room. He begins to wonder if his banter of not giving her his coat was wrong, if their play stubborn was too far that it made her fall ill. It might just be one of those light colds, sure, but Regulus has never made anyone sick nor has he ever taken care of anyone unwell.

Should he even be taking care of her? Supposedly, yeah, seeing that he is her husband and the kind gesture she did the other week when she brought him his breakfast, but such action is strange for him. Where does he even start? How does he even do it?

—-

It was noon now and Regulus sprinted out of his room the moment he heard some noises in the kitchen. He saw Sirius left for whatever business he has so the only cause of such commotion would be her. He skipped down the stairs, feeling relieved to see her that is now enveloped under layers of blankets.

“You look awful,” He comments.

“Wow, thank you,” She retorts, sniffling “What a pleasant compliment, Regulus.”

Regulus bites down a smile, taking a seat opposite her, “Have you taken any meds?”

“Yeah, not much of a help so far, though.”

“Well, at least now you’ll remember to bring a coat whenever you go out.”

She glares at him, “You’re a prick, Regulus, do you know that?”

Regulus grins.

He watches as she fixes herself a cup of tea. One and a half teaspoon of sugar, no milk. He finds himself noting the small details of hers he didn’t know before. Like how she leans more on sweet kinds of breakfast instead of savoury ones, or how her brows are more often pinched than not whenever she’s thinking, or how the scent of rose from her was not from her perfume but her hand cream— her perfume was patchouli based.

“Do you not have any plans today?”

“No,” Regulus shakes his head “I prefer to stay in and read. I don’t normally go out.”

She hums in acknowledgement.

“Did you have plans for today?” He asked in return.

“Not really,”

Regulus nods, turning silent.

The only noise between them now was her sniffling. She taps on her cup, looking as if she has something she wanted to say but is still debating to utter it. Another thing Regulus takes note of— she fidgets quite a lot.

“Will you read for me?”

“No.” Regulus answers firmly.

“Oh come on, that’s the least you could do!” She whines “You got me sick!”

“You got sick because you’re too stubborn to listen to me.”

She huffs, “I wouldn’t be sick if you had given me your coat.”

“But then I’d get sick if I did.”

“Yes, but I’ll make you soup and read you a book, so you owe it to me.”

“You will not make me soup,” Regulus snorts, mocking “I doubt you even know how to turn on the cooker.”

Her mouth agape, offended, “That is beside the point, alright!”

“You don’t look sick enough for me to owe you a reading,” Regulus remarks, standing up from his seat “Feel better soon though. You look ghastly.”

“You—,” She said, throwing him a ball of tissue “And whose fault is that?!”

“Yours.”

“Regulus!”

Regulus chuckles, turning and heading back to his room. At least her anger is still intact. He could lose the bigger weight of guilt he’s feeling over her cold from the knowledge. Another thing to note, bring her coat for her the next time they go out.

↠ Part V

[therapycat21]

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"I cannot fathom the idea that the Queen had caught you in a compromising situation! with her son nonetheless!" Viserra sat on the small chaise as her mother paced back and forth. After Aemond and Viserra were caught in his chambers by his mother, Rhaenyra tried to find reasons and excuses to ensure her daughter was not scorned for simply seeking pleasure in the one-eyed man.

Viserra had been fidgeting with her fingers to the point the skin was turning red in irritation. Viserra looked up at Rhaenyra as she stopped pacing "I've always been drawn to him mother" Rhaenyras face softened, knowing all too well how her daughter was feeling. She placed a soft hand along her daughter's cheek "I know my dear, but there are plans in place for you, and I'm sorry but it does not include Aemond Targaryen"

Viserra looked up at her mother, baffled at her words "What do you mean? I was told you and the queen were planning a marriage between Aemond and me?" Viserra could feel the panic rising in her chest. Rhaenyra sighed, pacing once again before facing her daughter "After I was told what occurred yesterday, The Queen has decided to betroth Aemond to another house, one they can use to strengthen the armies."

Viserra could feel the tears threatening to leave her eyes. She just knew Aemond would be livid at the idea of not being with her. Rhaenyra watched as her daughter's reserve was starting to crumble before her, her face hardened, and a distant look formed in her eye. "Who do you have in mind for me to marry?" Rhaenyra clasps her hands together, looking down at her daughter with a soft smile.

"I was thinking of your cousin, Clarenzo Targaryen" Viserra looked at the wall behind her mother before standing and looking her in the eyes and whispering "I cannot stop Aemond when he finds out" Viserra walked around to the door, right as she opens the door she looks back at her concerned mother one last time. "If I know one thing about Aemond, nothing will stop him from trying to marry me, not even his mother."

Viserra walks away, closing the door behind her, leaving a baffled Rhaenyra, She sighs knowing what her daughter said is the truth. Viserra walked the dark halls in search of the library, she needed to hide away with a good book, needing to forget the heartbreak in her heart. Viserra nodded at the guard as he opened the library door. She smiles softly as she sees Halaena and the small children. Just what she needed.

Alicent jumped as she sat in the council chairs, She looked at the now discarded materials on the floor, her son throwing the rest off in a rage at what he had been told. "I will not marry unless it is to Viserra! and what? just because you found us that way means I am to be married to some Baratheon bastard or whoever knows!" Aemond was seething in anger as his mother told him the news. 

His hands were clenched in tight fists before he looked at his mother "I don't care what I have to do, but I refuse to be with anyone but her, and If I am to see her betrothed to another, then whoever he is signed over his life to me" Alicent stares at her son baffled with a frown on her face before she shakes her head and stands to be in front of him.

"Why are you so adamant about marrying Viserra?" She looks up at Aemond who only stares with an emotionless look, softening ever so softly at the thought of Viserra "Because we love each other, and I refuse to have anyone rule beside me, carry my children." Aemond shakes his head softly "She is my downfall, if she were to die tomorrow I would never take a wife or have any children, I don't want any of that unless it is with her" Alicent stares up at Aemond, shocked at his confession.

Taking the silence as the end of the conversation, Alicent watches Aemond as he leaves the room with long angry strides, she jumps slightly as the door is slammed shut behind her already lost son.

The library doors are pushed open and the sound of heavy footfalls resonate through the quiet library sans the giggling children. Viserra looks up as she sees Aemond staring at her. Viserra smiles up at him gently, already feeling the tears wanting to fall. Viserra looks to Halaena excusing herself before walking to Aemond.

Right as Viserra reached Aemond, his hands already grasping her body, pulling her towards him. "Come, we need to discuss some important matters". The pair walk silently back to his chambers. Viserra sighs as she sits down on the small bed near the fireplace. She looks at Aemond who started to change into his night clothes. 

"I'm guessing you heard?" Aemond looked at her as she whispered, and he nodded walking to her, She stared up at the tall man, Aemond placed his warm hand along her cheek, rubbing her cheek while starting softly. Aemond pursed his mouth "It doesn't matter, I've made the decision, I will not be marrying anyone else." he smirks down at Viserra "What of you?" Viserra sniffles "Mother has told me that I am to marry my cousin" Viserra looks up at Aemond as his hands start to clench.

"Who is this cousin?" He whispers, the air between them tense. "His name is Clarenzo Taragryan" Aemond hums before a dark look crosses over his face, his hand sliding towards her throat before gripping her throat "You will not marry him, bare him any children. When you are full and pregnant it will be with my child, my seed inside of you" He whispers.

Viserra nodded as best as she could with the grip on her throat. She watches as a satisfied look rolls onto his face. He pulls her close by her throat and pecks her lips softly "Good" he whispers against her lips. 

He pulls back slightly, a smirk evident on his face "Now, get undressed and get on the bed." he lets go of her throat and hums in satisfaction as Viserra turns and starts to undress in front of the prince.

[finniestoncrane]

That's My Girl

TWOJAR!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 1.5k HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY WONDERFUL FRIEND @riddlemeri i love you so much, i'm so glad i met you and i'm so grateful for you every day 💚 this is for a request ri sent in and uh yeah i just wanted to fuck him oops, happy birthday i guess oops 💚🎉🐧 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: ok so cunnilingus, praise!kink, piv sex, desk sex, fingering a little bit, doggy style, blowjobs, and i think that's it...?

Returning to the office, silent nods of approval from Edward’s other employees marking your grand return, you felt a sense of accomplishment, pride. It had been hard to commit yourself to criminality, the inevitable punishments that would follow, but you’d do anything for Eddie, anything to be Edward Nygma’s most trusted friend, and more. And as you returned to him, the necessary first part of his plans set up, you couldn’t help but smile. Entering his office, you practically skipped over to him, his feet resting on the desk pulled down, elbows replacing them on the tabletop, his chin resting on his hands as he watched you perch on the edge.

“Done?”

“All done!”

“Well done.” There was limited perceptible emotion behind the words, but you could see the glimmer in his eyes as he let a small smile creep up on one side of his mouth.

“Well…what now?”

He lifted his elbows, leaning back in the chair, his arms outstretched.

“Now, baby, we enjoy the feeling of peace and accomplishment, because it won’t last.”

“How so?”

“Well, we’re about to go to war.”

His smile was slightly wider as he explained it to you, a little bit mocking but sweet either way, and you found yourself leaning into him, taking a couple of steps towards him as you spoke.

“Huh…I never really considered the inevitable risks. I was too caught up in all of the excitement!”

“Well, now we can sit back and relax.”

Tossing your head back, you sighed a little, clenching your fists and grinning at him as you looked back to him.

“I don’t think I can, Ed! I’m way too full of adrenaline! I want to plan, I want to scheme, I want to…”

You cut yourself off before you sounded desperate, but it was too late because he knew what you wanted. Silently, and with his finger curling towards you, he called you to him, grabbing your hips and settling you into his lap, removing one of his hands to brush the hair from your face, his hand ghosting against the side of your face, resting on your cheek as he kissed you, pressing his lips to yours.

With your hands on his chest, open shirt pushed to the side, he leaned back in the chair, raising you up and pressing his hands around your ass, gripping your cheeks, sliding to the underside of your thighs and pushing under your skirt. Holding your closer, your chest against his and your hands around his neck, he moaned and you giggled against his lips. His fingers dug into your thighs as he lifted you up, dropping you down on the desk.

He pushed up your skirt, bunching it around your hips, fingers slipping into your underwear and pulling them down, fingernails dragging into your thighs as he removed them. Holding your ankles, he kissed up your leg, pulling himself closer to the desk, pulling your body closer to him on the desk. A satisfied hum emanated from his mouth as he pressed a kiss to either side of your cunt, against the tops of your thighs, his hands moving up and under your shirt, smoothing over your stomach, lifting your shirt up as he went, yanking the cups of your bra down and exposing your breasts with a low growl, letting his fingers trace around your nipples, your moans spurring him on as he groaned in chorus. Straining his upper half, he reached to place a kiss to your abdomen, one on your mound, and one on your lips, swollen in anticipation.

His breath was heavy, warm against your cunt, as he held his tongue against you, flat and wide, a wave of intense pleasure flowing over your body, breath shuddering as he laughed at the effect he had on you, the vibration of the sound over your pussy. He looked up at you briefly, dragging his tongue from the bottom to the top, lifting it off, strands of his drool and your slick falling to his chin before he dipped it back in between your folds, lapping at you, dipping into you, hungry for your taste.

You brought your hand to the back of his head, pushing him further into you as he pressed his thumb to your hood, teasing it back to expose your clit, running the tip of his tongue over it, flicking fast and making small circles as you hitched your hips into him.

“Good girl, use me.”

The words were muffled, barely a second to get them out before his mouth was around you again, your hand forcing him closer, deeper. His appreciative groans rumbled through you as you ground his face into you, his strong jaw moving up and down, two of his fingers dipping inside of you as he licked and sucked, dangerously close to pulling an orgasm from you. He only ceased when you started shaking and whispering his name.

He stopped, panting as he looked up at you, wiping his chin with the back of his hand, lop-sided smile and blow out pupils as he stared, desperate, wild. Pushing back from the desk, he got himself onto his feet, staring down at you as you giggled, face blushing as he removed his shirt completely.

Edward loosened his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, letting it all fall to the floor with an oddly erotic thud. He dipped his fingers below the band of his underwear, and as you stared at the bulge, he released himself, his length bobbing as it was jostled from the tight fabric. Palming himself, cock hard, twitching as he stared at you, devouring you with his eyes. As he moved towards you again, leaning in to kiss you, you could feel the stiffness of his length pressed against you, guiding the head of his cock into you, inching deeper as he took your hands in his and held them against the desk above your head.

“Oh…god…you feel…so good…”

You clenched, muscles tensing at his words. Nothing made you feel better than when he complimented you, any modicum of praise you received sent chills down your spine.

“You’re…hng…taking me…mmm…so well…”

He was letting himself enter you further, until his abdomen met your body, moving in and out, soft smacks echoing in the room, his enthusiastic grunts spilling forth from his soft lips as he rocked into you, one arm around your back as he cradled you, holding you up, your foreheads pressed together.

With Edward this close to you, his grunts rang through your body, pulling your orgasm closer as you listened to the sweet sounds he made as he pushed himself into you, your walls tightening around him as your fingers gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles white as your whines grew louder, closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Wait…baby…you’re too good…this is so good…”

He brought his thumb to your clit, his cock still pumping in and out of you as you whimpered at his touch. Laughing breathily, clinging to his composure, he ran his other thumb along your cheek.

“Is this…ok?”

You could barely find the concentration to nod, your body so tense, filled with him.

“You’re beautiful…fuck…”

He whispered his testaments of love to you, rutting into you, his thumb rubbing circles against your clit still, your whining and pleading driving him close to orgasm, and you weren’t far from it yourself, something he could send as you let your nails sink into his back, moaning his name over and over as he clung to you.

“Do it…do it for me…ah…good girl…”

His mouth was over yours as you came, kissing you and muffling your screams. You rode the waves of your orgasm, his thrusts gentler, but still drawing more from you, your slick covering his cock, his own moans louder, heavy panting and whimpering. He slid out completely, grabbing your hand and pulling you up on to your feet, your legs shaking under you.

“Be a good girl, hm?”

You sank to your knees in front of him. Edward stood before you, gripping his length, slick, wet cock in his hand, tightened fist pumping up and down, your own reaching for it and taking over. You ran your tongue over his flushed head, wrapping your lips around it and sliding them down the shaft, tasting yourself on him, his head tilted back as he whined, your cheeks hollowing around him.

“Good…girl…such…hng...a good…huh…girl…”

He strained his neck up, head tilted back as his thighs tensed, mouth open to let a grunt out, chest heaving as he came, hips jutting, his seed spilling into you at the back of your throat, warm, thick, pleasantly salty. You swallowed it completely, smiling up at him as he grabbed your chin, tilting you to look up at him, stroking your cheek softly, looking into your eyes.

“That’s it, that’s my girl.”

Smiling down at you, he reached to help you up, holding your body in his arms as he kissed at your neck, brushing the hair out of the way and moaning against your skin.

“So good, so beautiful. You’ve done so well.”

You laughed, leaning all of your weight into him, forcing him to hold you up completely.

“Because of that?”

“Because of everything…everything.”

[sagemoderocklee]

I'm sending more cause I'm a slut got angst too. 14 I think was the number? A sad kiss? Gaalee!

i know you sent this literally over a year ago but…

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It was always like this–quiet, desperate, fleeting. He always left in the silence of the late night, as early morning began to encroach upon nighttime. He always left when the village was quiet, when no one wold see him, when no one would know. Gaara didn’t often visit Konoha, but when he did Lee’s door was always open, like his arms, like his bed, like his heart. But Gaara never stayed. He couldn’t. Lee always feigned sleep at Gaara’s departure, determined to avoid the bitterness of goodbyes; afraid that if he watched Gaara leave his tongue would run away with him, afraid that he’d beg Gaara to stay, “Just this once.” He knew it would never be ‘just this once’. If he asked even one time, he would ask every time. He’d never stop asking. He’d look at Gaara from across a room, and the question would be in his eyes, “Just this once? Can we have forever, just for a moment?” Gaara couldn’t give him forever. Wasn’t ready for forever. Didn’t know if he’d ever be. Sometimes, he thought he’d skip going to Lee’s. He’d tell himself as he arrived at Konoha’s gates, “This time I won’t go.” Somehow, he’d find himself at Lee’s window or at his doorstep anyways, against his better judgment, desire fighting against what he knew to be right–Lee didn’t deserve this. Lee didn’t deserve fleeting moments in the dark and secret longing. But Gaara couldn’t stop himself; he was pulled to Lee like a magnet, like the moon caught up in the earth’s orbit. He wanted Lee, he wanted Lee’s hands on him, he wanted Lee’s mouth against his, he wanted and he craved and he yearned, and he always gave in. 

And Lee always let him. 

Lee wanted Gaara just as wholly, as soul-crushingly deeply as Gaara wanted him. But Lee loved him. Lee loved him down to his core, down to the last gate that Gaara knew Lee would open to save him. Gaara didn’t love Lee. He didn’t know how to love. Not like that. He didn’t think he did, at least, and he didn’t want to break Lee’s heart. He didn’t want to promise Lee ‘once’ over and over again until it turned into promises of forever, only for him to take it away when he realised one day that he couldn’t give Lee his heart the way Lee wanted; the way Lee needed; the way Lee gave Gaara his heart, his soul, his everything. 

But Lee’s heart was still broken, a tangled and tattered mess. Every night that Gaara left, every window left open as Gaara fled from his bed, every quiet escape with no goodbye, every kiss, every touch, every moan, every whisper of his name. His heart was in a hundred-thousand pieces scattered across his bedroom floor, across his bed, staining his sheets red where Gaara could have been; where Gaara should have been. And yet he still offered it out to Gaara, waiting for a day that would never come. 

Gaara stared at Lee’s back, at the tension highlighting the muscles there. He was a terrible liar, even without words. Gaara’s lips quirked, a small movement more like a twitch than an actual smile, yet somehow still tinged with sadness; with the ache of longing, with the regret of a love that would never be realised. 

He leaned over, reaching out to trace his hand lightly against Lee’s arm, already missing him; already yearning for the next visit. It would be months from now, maybe even a year. They always had so little time together, yet so much time apart. 

Lee’s muscles relaxed, a soft sigh escaping him as Gaara ran his hand back up Lee’s arm, to his shoulders, his neck, into his hair. Gaara brushed Lee’s hair aside, moving closer, bending down to close the gap between them. Lee stirred, ruining his lie so he could meet Gaara half way. 

The way Lee kissed made him feel hunted, made him feel as though he were being devoured, made him ache deep within. He wanted Lee take him, to have him, to consume him. He wanted to wrap himself up in Lee and never leave. 

He pressed closer, hungry and aching, his eyes stinging, his heart beating as if it were screaming.

He broke away, breathing heavy, hands shaking as he pulled away. “Please,” Lee asked, the word as broken as his heart. 

“I can’t stay,” Gaara whispered against Lee’s mouth, wanting to crawl inside him, wanting to exist as close to Lee’s soul as he could get. “I–I can’t. I’m sorry.” He fled. He always fled. 

But he didn’t usually say goodbye. 

Perhaps this really would be the last time. 

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