#The Fourposter

[4-million-clones]

I’m not too active on here but hey look at this

[baconcolazz]

smg3 MIGHT be a new comfort character

[sanitizedsubject]

There’s method in my madness,

There’s no logic in your sadness,

You don’t gain a signal thing from misery, take it from me

[urbanwood02]

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[remuslupinslittleslut]

poly!marauders getting mad at reader for not letting them study for an upcoming test, and she’s needy and whiny but when they go and help her she’s trying to get herself off so they punish her but after they punish her, they finally give her what she wants

OH this was so much fun!!!

You knew the rules. Not to touch yourself and not to disturb your daddies while they were busy studying. Sometimes, it was just so hard to follow these rules. Laying splayed out on James’ bed, watching your three boyfriends sitting on the floor, studying. There was a big test coming up, but you already knew you’d ace it – you were awesome at potions and rarely had to study for the tests. Your boys, however, usually had to study a lot – even Remus had a hard time preparing for these tests.

“Daddy,” you whined, not being able to hold it any more, “I need love and attention.” You allowed your head to fall off the side of the bed, making up-side-down eye contact with James, your safest bet, as he usually caved first. “And I need it now.”

Unfortunately, even James was stressing over the test and allowed Remus to chastise you.

“Darling, don’t disturb your daddies,” he said, not even looking up from his book, “we only let you stay here if you promised to behave, don’t make me kick you out.”

Huffing, you closed the curtains around the fourposter, turning your back to them, even though they couldn’t possibly see that.

It was so unfair, they could come to you for sex pretty much whenever they wanted – and there were four of them to satiate. But when you needed to relieve some tension it was suddenly a crime to be horny. You knew how upset they would be if you touched yourself, but you really needed it. To your credit, you held out for all of twenty minutes before you caved, dipping a hand into your panties, pushing a finger in between your wettened folds.

Unbeknownst to you, your daddies did want to help you out, and they had secretly agreed to only make you wait for a little while longer. It was truly unfortunate, as the curtains were pushed open, revealing you toying with your own clit.

“Hah! Knew she couldn’t wait for that long,” Sirius mocked.

Ignoring him, Remus sat down on the side of the bed (also ignoring James’ sniggering that you had chosen his bed to get off in), rubbing your calf comfortably. “Now, now, little one,” do you remember the rules you promised to obey?”

“Yes daddy, I remember them,” you said, confidently, happy that he didn’t seem too angry at you.

“Awe, what a good girl, can you tell them to me?”

Nodding, you happily listed them: “don’t disturb daddies, don’t leave the room, don’t touch myself.”

At your words, Remus’ demeanor changed in an instant, hand slapping your naked thigh. “And what did you do? Huh? What did the little slut do?”

“I’m so sorry daddy, but you said not to interrupt and it was an emergency,” you cry out, shame coloring your cheeks red.

“An emergency?” One of his eyebrows shot up, questioningly.

“Yes, daddy, it really hurted I only had to relieve some tension, it was really uncomfy.”

“What punishment should she get today?” Remus asked, turning his body away from you and facing your other daddies.

You laid perfectly still, waiting with anticipation as they discussed your following punishment in hushed voices. Normally, you’d get punishments you actually really enjoyed, like being spanked, overstimulated or wearing your collar, making you extra bratty sometimes, so you could enjoy some of that kinky stuff. Therefore, you were very excited as they turned back to face you, having decided on a punishment for you.

“Hands up and legs spread apart, love,” said James, before being handed handcuffs from Sirius, who had gone to get the big box of fun.

You obliged, letting James tie your hands up against the headboard, as Sirius tied your legs to either side of the lower end of the bed. Before deeming themselves done, they both tugged lightly at the cuffs, making sure they wouldn’t hurt you.

“Now, little one, you’ve been very bad. First, you tried to interrupt daddies studying, and when that didn’t work you touched yourself,” Remus said, towering before you. “You need to be punished for this, you do understand that, right?”

You nodded, not wanting to break any more rules by speaking out of turn.

“You’re going to stay here, and we’ll put a blindfold on you. Then, we’re going to go down for dinner, and when we get back we’ll each take turns using you, and you may not come during this time.”

The air left your body, disappointment filling you all the way up. Remus made Sirius put the blindfold on you, kissing your head softly before you heard them all leave the dorm, closing the door and leaving you behind.

They usually didn’t take that much time eating dinner, but this day it felt as though they ate every bite in slow motion, chewing all their bites one hundred times and making small talk with everyone in the great hall. You despised them in that moment, hating this new type of mean punishment. It felt as though hours had gone by when the door to their dorm was finally opened. With your senses finely tuned for their return, you made out three sets of footsteps entering the room.

“Have you learned your lesson, little one?” Remus asked you, hand coming down to squeeze your tit.

Not sure if you were allowed to speak, you nodded your head, vigorously. This earned you a slap to the tit.

“Use your words, little slut,” Remus said.

Feeling anger rise back up inside you, you quickly had to swallow it down, not wanting to get into more trouble.

“Yes daddy, I learned my lesson, I will not play with myself without permission again,” you said, obediently.

In return, you received only a hum. They made you wait, laying there, legs spread and arms tied up, all for their pleasure, for a few minutes more, just appreciating your delicious body.

Then, someone joined you on the bed, and by the heat of their body, you figured it was James.

“Hi little baby,” he cooed, kissing your nose and patting your cheek.

“Hi daddy,” you breathed, happy to be touched.

His hand reached down between your legs, spreading the wetness around your pussy, making sure you were ready for the penetration that was undoubtedly about to come. Indeed, a few seconds later, his girthy cock pressed into your little pussy, your walls squeezing tightly around him. He stayed still inside you for a few moments, adjusting to the feeling of your warm cunt hugging his cock. You let out a hiss as his hips started moving, thrusting into you slowly, sensually.

You wished so badly that your arms could wrap around him, holding him close, tugging at the ends of his hair, making him moan into the crook of your neck. The perceived loss made you want to cry, you knew how soft his back was, how lovely it was to run your hands up and down it as his cock continuously pushed against your g-spot. Unable to hold it, you cried out, tears starting to form in your eyes as your body shook through your orgasm.

Thinking the punishment was over, you relaxed your body, letting James chase his own orgasm. They had, however, decided to be extra cruel on this day and so – knowing how much you loved the feeling of them coming inside you, pumping you full of their cum – James pulled out in the last second, cock covering only the outer parts of your glistening pussy in cum.

By now, the tears had saturated the blindfold and started to run down your cheeks, hitting the hair around your face. This didn’t stop them however, as you soon felt Remus join you and James on the bed, lightly pushing James away from you, and taking his place.

“Oh no, our little crybaby can’t even handle some cock, what a shame…” he said, placing his arms on either side of your head, pushing his body up and hovering right above you. “I was going to fuck you, but since you can’t handle it, I’ll just do this instead.” He thrust his hips, cock swiping along your pussy, lubed up from your juices mixed with James’ seed.

Even this was torture for you, it felt amazing to have the head of Remus’ cock push against your clit with every stroke, but you missed the feeling of him inside you. With an arched back and tears streaming down your face, you bucked your hips up to try and make him slide in. This made Remus laugh at you, mockingly and pinch your thigh. “You’re such a little baby,” he mocked, “just a little cockwhore.”

It was like he got off on your tears, hips snapping against yours faster, bringing himself closer to his orgasm. “You love this, don’t you, little crybaby, love taking cock, don’t even care where it goes, as long as you get it, so good f’me, little whore.” You knew he got off on degrading you, knew he loved tearing you down before building you up, but it was hard to remember as he kept throwing insults at you. You almost reached your breaking point as he grabbed a hold of your chin, holding your mouth open and spitting in it. It felt so degrading, but also so hot, you felt overwhelmed as the tip of his cock against your sensitive nub sent you over the edge, both of you coming at the same time, his cum blended with James’ as it ran down your cunt, pooling beneath your bum. Patting your cheek, Remus leant down, kissing your forehead. “Good girl.”

Your body was spent, legs aching, face irritated from the tears, pussy oversensitive from all the fucking. But you knew you had one more daddy to please. Feeling yourself enter another headspace, you braced yourself for Sirius to use you, as the two others had before. “Hi little baby,” he said, softly, wiping the tears from your cheek. “Are you sensitive here?” He pinched your clit, eliciting a very loud noise from the back of your throat. “Hmm, better use this little hole then,” he said, thumb pushing past your lips.

Climbing over your body, he placed his knees on either side of you, fore and middle fingers pushing into your mouth, pressing against the back of your throat, making you drool all over your chin and throat. “Yeah, that’s a good little slut,” he said, as his fingers left your mouth, cock pushing into it instead.

You lost all perception of reality as your head went deep into subspace, mouth falling open, all for your daddies’ pleasure. You trusted them completely, and knew they’d take care of you, so you allowed yourself to let go, filling your head with only daddy Sirius, and, most importantly, his cock, sliding in and out of your open mouth. You had no idea how much time passed until he pulled out, jerked himself a few times, and then spilled over your face, fingers coming down to spread the mess around.

Somewhere in the background, you heard a camera snap, but you couldn’t be sure, as you had lost all touch of reality. You didn’t even notice your hands and legs being untied, didn’t feel the soft, warm hands rubbing the points that had been tied. When the blindfold was pulled off, you weren’t at all prepared for the ache in your eyes as light hit.

“Hi baby,” James said, kissing you all over your face, brushing the teary hair away.

“Sit up love,” said Sirius before pulling one of Remus’ shirts over your head, helping you put your arms through the holes. He then scooted himself behind you, letting your back fall against his chest. James still caressing your face, kissing you and whispering sweet words.

“Here you go, love, open up,” Remus said, pushing a straw into your mouth, helping you drink water. When you had swallowed the water, he lifted a fork up to your face. They had brought you dinner.

Once he had made you eat a few bites, he put the plate away for a little bit, taking your hands in his and rubbing them softly. “Are you with us, darling?”

You giggled, “Yes daddy, I’m right here.” Still lost in subspace, you didn’t understand the silly question.

“That you are, love, my bad,” he said, kissing your hands. “I love you so much, little one, you did so well for us.”

“You really did,” Sirius agreed from behind you, “such a good girl.”

“Thank you daddy,” you said, feeling yourself become shy at their kind words.

“Let’s get some rest,” James said, moving you from Sirius’ lap and pulling you into his body. Your hands instinctively went around his neck, fingers burying themselves in soft locks of messy hair.

“Love you daddies,” you said, contently, before you fell asleep in the arms of your lovers.

[sophsicle]

I'm Sorry I'm the One You Love

Part II (Part I)

He doesn't know what wakes him up. Or. Well. He does. It's James. But it's not as though the other boy is making any noise. And yet for some reason Sirius feels his eyes blinking open in the middle of the night, staring sleepily at the canopy over his fourposter bed.

Something in his chest pulls, yanks, tugs, throws a fit. Grumpily he sits up, scrubbing at his face, considers getting a glass of water, going to the kitchens for something sweeter. He hasn't got an actual plan when he pulls back the curtains around his bed, pausing when he spots the silhouette sitting in the window.

He knows who it is, of course.

Even in the dark, half-asleep.

Ah, he thinks. As though this is any kind of explanation for his sudden insomnia. It isn't. And it is. The pair of them tied together with a piece of string. Always pulling on one another. Come here. Come closer. Look at me. Look at me. Look at me, me, me.

"This seat taken?" he whispers, stopping in front of the window. James starts, tearing his eyes away from the glass and blinking up at him.

"Shit, did I wake you up?"

"Nah," even though he isn't sure it's true, squeezing himself into the spot across from James. The other boy is tense, Sirius can feel it immediately, his shoulders all the way up his neck, hands tapping manically at his knees, jaw clenched.

"You okay?" Sirius asks eventually, when it becomes clear James isn't going to say anything.

"Fine."

Sirius arches his brow even though James isn't looking at him, eyes back out the window.

"You wanna try that again?"

James huffs, shooting Sirius a weak smile. "Sorry," running a hand over his face. "Sorry, nothing- or - I don't know," he lets out a breath, and Sirius finds himself reaching out, wrapping his hand around James's ankle and squeezing. That earns him another smile. It's brittle though. Sirius hates it.

"I didn't fly very well last game," James says finally. Sirius would laugh if it weren't for the fact that James looks so serious about it. "And my essay for potions was crap. And like, I think I've done something to piss Lily off but I don't know what it is, and I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to have to ask, you know? And my mum's written me twice and I keep trying to answer her, but every time I start writing I feel like my heart is going to choke me and I don't even know why-"

"James," Sirius tries to sound as soothing as possible, he's not sure he's exactly made for it. Soothing. Softness. But he does his best.

"-and the full moon is coming up and I think Remus is feeling it more than he's letting on and I keep trying to help but you know how he is. He was definitely in pain today though, and I just keep thinking that I should have pushed more-"

"James."

"-like make him lie down or take a pain potion or something. I don't know why I didn't. Maybe he would have been grumpy about it but at least he wouldn't have been in pain anymore which is worth it. I-"

"Oi!" Sirius hisses, letting go of James's ankle so he can grab hold of his wrists and give him a shake. James looks at him, startled, but at least he's stopped spiralling. "Breathe."

"I am breathing."

"Bullshit. Breathe. Four count, okay?"

And he thinks James is going to fight him, but then he inhales, the pair of them counting together. In, two, three, four. Out, two, three, four. After a few times James drops his head.

"Sorry," he manages.

Sirius makes an unimpressed noise. "Don't be stupid."

"My brain just...won't stop."

"I noticed."

A half-hearted laugh as James looks up at him again. Sirius isn't sure which one of them does it, or if it's both of them. Neither of them. Some natural occurrence they have no control over. But Sirius's grip shifts, their fingers slotting together so that they're holding hands.

"Sorry," James says again.

"Please shut-up."

"Right."

"You were brilliant in the last match," he goes on, James giving him a skeptical look. "You're always brilliant. We lost because Ravenclaw's beaters are maniacs, not because you weren't good enough."

"Sirius-"

"I said, shut-up," James does, obediently, though this time there's a hint of amusement. "Your essay is going to get perfect marks like every damn thing you write, Evans has not, in all the years I've known her, been afraid to tell you when she thinks you've done something wrong, if there was a problem I have no doubt she would let you hear about it. Your mum will understand that you can't answer every letter. You'll write her when you have less on your plate. And Moony's a bloody masochist, I honestly think he gets off on the pain at this point. Regardless, there is nothing you could have done to make him take care of himself properly and you know it."

James is staring at him with a stupid expression on his face. Sappy. Dripping all over the place. It's absolutely disgusting. Sirius hopes he never stops looking at him like that.

"Anything else?" he asks, with the smallest twitch of the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah. Stop picking at yourself. You're perfect."

That gets him a real laugh. "Perfect?"

"I said what I said."

Before Sirius has time to react James is yanking on their hands, half pulling Sirius into his lap, wrapping his arms around him, Sirius's face landing in his neck. It's not exactly a comfortable position. But Sirius doesn't complain. Can't even contemplate moving.

"I love you Sirius Black," James murmurs, arms too tight.

It's inadequate. But it's what they have.

"Yeah, I love you too."

[thenerdykneazle]

Dear Diary

Summary: You stumble across Garreth's rather scandalizing diary while waiting for him to meet up with you.

Garreth Weasley x Gryffindor F!MC

Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, 7th year, aged-up characters

Word count: 2263

You sat on the edge of the fourposter bed. The maroon curtains were tied back, leaving it open. You looked around the room. It resembled your own, having the same beds with the exception that these were numbered. Garreth also had one more roommate than you did, though the room was smaller than yours. The five beds were packed into the small room at the top of Gryffindor tower. It also lacked the sitting area yours had, though a similar enchanted mirror stood near the door. The room was cleaner than you had ever seen it, too, as most of its residents were away for the holidays. The sole exception was Garreth. He had retuned just after Christmas to spend time with his aunt. As such, his desk was as strewn with papers as ever. It was filled with books, a few for his actual classes but most were various extracurricular tomes on potions and herbology. A portrait of the last Gryffindor captain to win the quidditch cup was hung above it.

Currently, you were waiting for Garreth to return from getting lunch with his aunt. You flopped back, lying sideways across the bed as you stared at the ceiling in boredom. You yawned as you stretched your limbs as far as you could reach them. Perhaps you would sneak in a nap while you waited. The break had been wonderfully peaceful – a stark contrast to your usually hectic schedule. Not a single soul had come to you in crisis, which meant you had been using a lot of time to catch up on much-needed sleep.

However, you decided against the nap since Garreth was set to return shortly. You got up and sat at his desk, looking through the pages of notes on his newest experiment. While you refused to be his guineapig, the concoctions did intrigue you. You drummed your fingers on the desk absentmindedly, tapping to the tune of one of the numerous Chudley Cannons cheers Garreth had taught you over the summer. Suddenly, a drawer you had never noticed in the desk slid open.

“And who are you?” you said as you plucked the lone book out of the drawer before sliding it shut.

You flicked it open, and your eyes scanned the black scrawl on the pages. A diary! You glanced at the door before returning your gaze to the book. Your heart rate accelerated with excitement. You knew you should put it back. Clearly these were private thoughts, hidden away behind a charm. Although, it wasn’t your fault the book practically thrust itself into your lap. You were flipping through the pages as you dialogued with yourself on the morality of perusing something so personal to your friend.

You held the book in both hands as you read the most recent entry. It was a sweet musing about Garreth’s excitement for break. He talked about missing his family and looking forward to quality time with his aunt. He also wrote a bit about the potion he hoped to perfect over break, a fizzing beverage that makes the drinker burp bubbles. You smiled as you read the words. You worked your way backwards, reading through complaints about classes and teachers, especially Professor Sharp. Though, despite his frustrations with him, he clearly had admiration for the man, as well.

An entry from two weeks prior gave you pause.

I had the best dream last night. It was about her, of course. In it, we spent the day in Hogsmeade, browsing Honeydukes and Zonko’s, before spending the night drinking at the Three Broomsticks. We stayed in the private room above the tavern, and she was all over me, kissing my neck and grabbing my hair. I got her knickers off, and she was so wet for me. I swear I could feel her slick now. It was so vivid.

Before I knew it, we were naked on the bed. She was under me as I slid into her. She moaned my name as I thrust sharply into her over and over. She mewled and pleaded for more, and I gave it to her. Merlin, I loved the way her voice cracked as she came, calling my name again. I was surprised I hadn’t actually spilled my seed when I woke up. What I wouldn’t give to hear her moaning my name in the waking world. I do so love the sound of it on her lips in her innocent greetings. Oh, how deliciously it would echo in my ears as she fell apart. Gods, I hope the memories of this dream never fade.

Wide-eyed, you looked around the room again, ensuring you were still alone. The sordid words shocked you. You would never have expected such vulgarity from the genial boy. Well, he wasn’t a boy anymore, you supposed. Well into your seventh year, you had both matured over the last two years. For Garreth, that meant filling out considerably. His broad shoulders and muscular arms served him well on the quidditch pitch. His strong forearms exposed from perpetually rolled-up sleeves were rather distracting in class. So was the way he loosened his tie in potions as the steaming cauldrons heated the room.

It was a small mercy that the woman in his dream went unnamed. It would be too much to know who had stolen the affections of the boy you cared for so ardently. Though, that didn’t stop you from rifling through the diary to try to find it out, against your better judgment. You found several other recountings of his wet dreams. He wrote of dreaming about her riding him and “watching her impale herself on [his] prick.” He wrote of another dream where he bent her over one of the potions stations and pounded into her from behind. An entry on a dream about eating her out in the astronomy tower after meeting her to fill out star charts brought a particularly strong blush to your cheeks. Yet not once did he mention her name.

You had made it all the way back to entries from the beginning of sixth year. It was there that you found the entry that sealed your fate.

She was driving me mad today. I swear she does it on purpose, leaning over tables so that her arse sticks out, begging to be grasped, and biting her lip to draw my eye to it. Even the lightest touch on my arm or brush of her fingers on my hand sets my skin ablaze. Gods, I’m desperate to tell her how I feel. I need to know if she feels the same. Yet, I cannot. We’ve become such good friends, and I couldn’t bear to make her uncomfortable if she doesn’t feel the same. Besides, she and Aunt Matilda are so close. I know my aunt loves me, but she is certain I would lead her into trouble. Aunt Matilda told me as much herself when she first arrived last year. Can’t imagine why she thinks so, though. I’m sure my aunt already warned her against me, and, even if she would give me a chance despite it, Aunt Matilda would never approve.

You almost missed it. The key phrase that made everything click into place: when she first arrived last year. He was talking about you. Fantasizing about you. Your skin tingled as a thrill ran up your spine. You were desperate to read more, but the sound of someone ascending the steps had you snapping the book shut. You tried to pull the drawer open, but it didn’t budge. You shoved the diary between random tomes on one of the desk’s shelves just before the door swung open. You were trembling with adrenaline.

“Good afternoon! Sorry I’m late. Aunt Matilda was extra chatty today,” he said brightly.

“Hi! No need to apologize, Garreth,” you replied as naturally as you could while feeling breathless and like your heart was about to beat out of your throat.

You saw his smile brighten a bit at the use of his name, and you couldn’t help the smirk that played on your lips. “Ready to ring in the new year?” he asked.

It was December 31st, and you two had plans to attend a party in Hogsmeade.

“Actually, Garreth, I was thinking we could hang out here for a while,” you said. You were eager to experiment with the knowledge you had gained. “I don’t want to start partying too early.”

Garreth sat on the side of his bed, facing you. His knee was mere inches from yours. “Okay. What would you like to do? We could bundle up and play summoner’s court, or we could nick some hot cocoa from the kitchens and hang out in the common room by the fire.”

As you looked in his emerald eyes, it was like you had never really seen them. You had always averted your gaze so quickly, afraid he’d see into your soul and reveal the feelings you worked so hard to keep hidden. Now as you gazed into them, you could see the adoration with which he looked at you. “I figured we could just stay up here for a while, Garreth,” you said. You wanted privacy.

He tilted his head as he smiled at you. “Why do you keep saying my name?” he asked, bemused.

You shrugged. “It’s a nice name. Very strong. Masculine,” you said. “Don’t you think, Garreth?”

A blush crept onto his freckled cheeks. “I guess so,” he said sheepishly.

You chucked. “I can stop if you’d rather, though,” you said seriously.

“No,” he blurted out far too quickly. “I mean…you don’t have to.”

The corners of your mouth ticked up again. “Good,” you said. “Because I like saying your name, Garreth.” You let your knee bump against his.

Garreth’s heart was racing. He didn’t know what was going on, but he knew that he liked it, whatever it was.

You let your fingers rest on his forearm. “Do you like it?” you asked.

His gaze shifted from your hand to your eyes. He looked at you with a furrowed brow. “What?”

You gave him your most innocent expression. “Do you like it? When I say your name?”

He stared at you, wide-eyed and lips parted. Was he dreaming? He felt like he was awake, but surely you would only say such things in his dreams. He just nodded, unable to find any words.

Your smirk grew. You were loving the effect you were having on the ginger lad. “What about watching me impale myself on your prick? Would you like that?”

Garreth may well have been part mooncalf with how wide his eyes were now. He had reread his own words enough times to recognize them immediately. His eyes flicked to his desk, searching for the familiar cover. He spotted it quickly on the shelf – very much not where he had left it. “I can explain,” he said in a panicked tone.

You pressed your lips into a thin line, the corners turned down. “Seemed pretty self-explanatory to me,” you mused.

“Where was–I mean, how did you–?” he stammered to his shoes.

“I was just tapping on your desk as I read through some notes, and the drawer popped open,” you said.

He shook his head in disbelief at his bad luck. “I’m so sorry you had to read that,” he said, his gaze still downcast.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at your frantic friend. “Garreth, look at me,” you said.

He winced as his eyes flitted up to your face. He was surprised by what he saw. He expected you to be scowling, maybe borderline murderous. Instead, he found an amused, slightly arrogant smile. Your eyes scanned his face, lingering on his lips. You trapped your own lip between your teeth as you stared at him with unmistakable lust.

Your eyes met his as you spoke. “I’m not sorry at all that I read it. In fact, I was hoping to read more before I heard you coming.”

He could feel the desire burning in his stomach immediately. He repeated your words in his mind several times, checking if there was any possibility that he could be misinterpreting them. Once he was certain he understood you correctly, he was leaning over you, his hands resting on the edges of your chair. His face hovered a few treacherous inches from yours as he looked at you with heavy-lidded eyes.

“Why don’t I show you instead, love?” he asked.

You grabbed his tie and pulled him down so his lips met yours. You tangled a hand in his ginger curls, and his hands slid up your thighs as he kissed you back fiercely. He ran his tongue along your lower lip, entreating you for entry. Your lips parted, and his tongue slid along your own, exploring your mouth. Garreth pulled back beaming at you. You were both panting for air.

“So, I’ll take that as a ‘yes’?” he teased.

You bit your lip again as you nodded. “I’m quite curious about your dream in the astronomy tower,” you said as you gazed into his verdant eyes.

He gave you a devilish smile before hoisting you straight up from the chair. You let out a surprised squeal before giggling. He was careful not to hit your head as he laid you on his bed. His tongue darted out across his lips as he looked down at you like a starved chimera at a rabbit. His eyes glinted with desire. “I’ve been rather curious about it myself.”

[uncertainwallflower]

LOVEY DOVEY For @jilymicrofics April 2024. Prompts: detention, ridiculous. Words: 250.

A continuation of Like a Lovesick Puppy, if you will.

Sirius had taken to gagging. Nothing serious, no actual vomit. Just a heavy reverberating hack in the back of his throat as a means of verbalising for the record his physical revulsion, his physiological repulsion, his very moral opposition to his best friend’s newfound liking to expressing his seemingly boundless adoration for Lily Goddess Divine very publicly and very affectionately whenever the mood so took him (not forgetting his compulsory thrice-hourly schedule).

No situation proved deterrent. No dirty looks discouraging. All were witness to this great love: the diners in the great hall, the contents of their cauldrons, the wine red velvet curtains over their fourposter beds, students in the corridors, peers in defence, divination, dinner, their counterparts in detention all with arms shoulder deep in slick algae, pawns in chess, even the very bugs in the dirt.

Sirius was beginning to think he’d damage his throat from how often he gagged (sometimes voluntarily, sometimes not). He had garnered a tender bloom on his ribs form how often Peter and Remus (rather unkindly) elbowed him there for rolling his eyes or sticking his fingers down his throat or mimicking Lily’s revolting sugary giggles as James—the wet sock that he was—kissed her flushed cheeks or played with her hair or gazed at her with the most ridiculous mushy eyes Sirius had ever had the displeasure of seeing.

It was disgusting, it was juvenile, it was plain rude, and entirely inconsiderate of the general public (him, Sirius, his very self).

AO3

[avengerscompound]

The Interview - Chapter 11

The Interview - A Captain America Fanfic

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Rating:  E

Warnings:  smut (FM, oral sex, vaginal sex)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Melody Danes

Word Count:   3557

Summary:  Melody Danes gets the break of a lifetime when as a lowly intern, she’s assigned to write a profile piece on Captain America.  Steve Rogers is a hard man not to fall for and as she and Melody get closer and Melody’s career takes off, jealousy leads to sabotage, and the potential to bring her whole world crashing down.

Chapter 11

Road trips were a make-or-break test for relationships, right up there with unplanned pregnancies and trips to Ikea.  For Melody and Steve, it had felt like a breeze.  Steve had taken the role of driver and despite being a little fast and loose with the speed limit, he’d stopped at various roadside stores to buy preserves, maple candy, and apple cider donuts.  Halfway there they’d stopped at a tavern for lunch, filling up on burgers, fries, and house-made cider before hitting the road again.  The fall foliage was in full form, and the whole trip was colored in reds, oranges, and golds.

By the time they arrived at the large colonial mansion bed and breakfast, Melody was ready to stretch out, relax, and enjoy her weekend with Steve.  They were shown up to their room in the mansion’s tower and Melody stretched out on the fourposter, bed picking at some leftover donuts, while Steve unpacked.

“So what’s the plan for the weekend,” she asked. “I mean - aside from the romantic setting for our -” she made a circle with her thumb and index finger on one hand and poked her finger in and out of it.

He started laughing as he watched her. “Oh good lord,” he joked.  “Did I make a mistake?”

She laughed with him, falling back on the mattress.  “But seriously?  Are we just going to stay inside all weekend?  Or did you want to go do things?  Antiquing maybe?  Or as you might like to call it - buying era-appropriate items.”

Steve looked at her, trying not to laugh.  “Oh that’s it!” he said and ran over, jumping on top of her and tickling her sides.  She squealed and writhed under him as his fingers moved on her sides.

“Steve!” she squealed.  “Stop!”

His hands slowed and he leaned in, capturing her lips.  What started as frantic and silly tickling, quickly turned into a slow and deep makeout session.  Steve’s hands moved up her sides and she ran one of hers into his hair.  Her body practically vibrated in anticipation under him, like an electrical current ran under her skin.

He pulled back slowly and smiled at her.  “I actually wouldn’t mind going antiquing.  I lost everything from back then and it would be nice to have some things in my house that remind me of my mother, even if they aren’t hers.  But I’d also like to find a drafting table. And I like antique radios.”

“Really?” Melody asked, putting her hands on his chest and guiding him off her so she could sit up.

“Yeah,” he said.  “They’re just - I like how they look.  And I guess they probably remind me of being young and sitting on the fire escape with Bucky listening to the baseball.”

“Then let’s do it,” she said.  “I can’t really afford antiques, but you never know, maybe I’ll find a gem while we’re out.”

He pecked her lips and stood back up.  “It’s fun to just look, and honestly I’m just looking forward to having a slow weekend with you.  I don’t take a lot of time for myself.”

“Mmm… me either,” Melody agreed.  “Though no one works as hard as Bobbi does.  I don’t care who it is.”

“Yeah, Bucky said that it’s hard to lock her down,” Steve said as he went back to unpacking.  He stopped and looked at her, grimacing slightly.  “She does like him, doesn’t she?”

“Oh yeah,” Melody said quickly.  She felt guilty on behalf of her cousin.  Not that Bobbi could help that she was busy or that she was nervous about coming out as trans to a guy she was really into, but Melody knew that Bucky had his own demons and that feeling of being not enough would hit him particularly hard.  “She is super into him.”

She paused.  Now would be the perfect time to bring up the topic with Steve and test the water about whether Bucky would be accepting of the fact that the woman he was seeing was trans.  She missed her chance though, because Steve seemed so relieved that Bobbi was definitely into Bucky he was talking again.

“Phew,” he said, doing an elaborate wipe of his brow.  “He’ll be happy to know that.  I really want them to work out, I’d hate for things to be awkward if we stay together and they break up.  We should go on a double date with them when we get back.  Hey, if you know anyone for Sam, maybe we can go on a triple date.”

Melody laughed.  It was unusual to get to see that kind of rambling relief in Steve.  He was obviously as invested in the whole Bucky and Bobbi situation as Melody was.  “Hmm… I might,” she said, going through the list of names of people she knew in New York that might be well-matched to the Sam Wilson.  “Is he into men? Women? Gender is a construct that serves as no indicator of his attraction to a person?”

Steve raised his eyebrow.  “Ahh… you know what?  I don’t know.  I’ve never known him to date anyone.  I’ll ask.”

“I bet when you ask, he’ll just try and duck the question so he doesn’t get set up with a stranger,” Melody teased.

Steve laughed.  “That’s likely true.” He paused for a moment as he put his jacket on a hanger.  “I liked that about gender being a construct.  I’ve never really thought about it too much before, but I think that’s me.”

“Yeah?” Melody said, raising an eyebrow in surprise.  “Have you ever dated a man or someone off the binary?”

He shook his head.  “No.  But to be fair, I can count how many people I have dated on one hand.”

“I’m the same in case you’re wondering.  And I’ve been out with a spectrum.  People are probably more open to questioning their gender these days than back when you grew up,” she said.

“Yeah, I’d say that’s very true.  I like that that’s the world we live in these days.  It definitely didn’t feel safe to question things back then,” he said.

“Do you think you would have - questioned things if you had the space to?” Melody asked.

He came over and sat down beside her, furrowing his brow.  “I - I don’t think so.  If anything I was always pretty intent on proving that I was a man.  I found it hard not being as masculine as others thought I should be - or even I thought I should be.  I felt more at home in my body after I had the serum.  Like it reflected who I saw myself as.”

She took his hand and played with his fingers, tracing along them with her fingertips.  His hands dwarfed hers and she pressed her palm against his, looking at the difference in size as she thought.  “I have a question - and I’m not sure how to phrase it.”

Steve looked at her with his head tilted.  “Then it might be best not to worry about how it sounds and just say it.”

She took a deep breath.  “Bobbi’s taking things slowly with Bucky.  Partially it’s just because of work.  She is super busy with work.  She works seven days a week, and sometimes she’ll finish one job and go right to the next one.  Partially it’s because of Bucky.  She knows he’s been through hell and she wants to make sure he feels safe with her.”

“That’s really good.  I mean I know he wishes she had more free time, but I’m glad he’s seeing someone who’s letting him figure things out.  This is the first time he’s been interested in anyone since - well…” Steve explained.

She nodded in understanding.  “I get it,” she said.  “There is more though.  And I brought this up because she asked me to.  She might not seem it, but she's vulnerable and a little scared.  The thing is, Bobbi’s trans.  She likes Bucky a lot, but she's had guys show interest in her before and when they've found out, they've gotten violent with her.  I offered to run all this by you.  You know Bucky better than anyone, if he finds this out - is she safe?”

Steve stared at her in shock.  “Wow.  I had no idea,” he said.  “I - uh - I’m sure she's safe.  I couldn't imagine Bucky being so insecure about that, he'd attack someone.  Plus, he does really like her, he wouldn't hurt someone he liked.  If you wanted to know if it was a deal-breaker for him - I wish I could firmly say it wasn't, but I don't know.  That's not something we've ever spoken about.”

“Yeah, sadly we live in a world where you can never know even if people do talk about it,” she agreed.

“I can ask him or gently let him know…”

Melody shook her head emphatically.  “Please don't.  She'll want to do it herself even if he does reject her.  She just wanted to make sure she was safe first.”

“I am sure she'd be safe with him.  I'm sure of it,” he said.

“Thanks, Steve,” she said, kissing his cheek.

He took a deep breath and clapped his hands on his thighs.  “Well, after all that, I think I want to get in the shower and wash the road off me,” he said, standing up.

Melody hooked her finger in his back pocket and tugged on it.  “Want some company?”

He looked surprised at the suggestion, and his eyes flicked from the bathroom door down to Melody. “Sure.  That would be nice.”

She followed him into the bathroom and the two stripped down.  It was the first time they’d seen each other naked, and as the water warmed they took a moment to appreciate each other.  Melody’s eyes slid up and down Steve’s body.  She had always known he was bigger than her but there was something about seeing him naked while she was exposed too, that seemed to highlight just how much bigger than her he was.  His skin was flawless, not a single line or pore marked him.  It was like he was carved from marble and if Melody didn’t know from experience, she would have thought he’d be hard to the touch.  He was muscular in a way that most men needed to be dehydrated to achieve and his body hair was fine and blond.

It was his cock that held her attention.  Even in its flaccid state, it was intimidatingly large.  He was uncut, just like he said, and a thick vein stood out, running right down the shaft.  It was a little intimidating and she worried that when he was hard, he wouldn’t even be able to fit inside her.

“Come on,” Steve said, offering her his hand.  She took it and let him lead her into the warm water. 

He grabbed the washcloth, squeezed shower gel onto it, and began to slowly and tenderly wash down her body.  She relaxed under the warm water, letting herself just enjoy the gentle touch of this perfect man.  He crouched in front of her and ran the cloth down the sides of her legs and up between them.  She shivered slightly, and wetness formed between her legs that had nothing to do with the water that was cascading down over her body.

When he finished, he stood, and she took the cloth from him, washing him as he had just washed her. 

She carefully trailed the washcloth over his body, and as she did, his cock began to harden.  It twitched and jumped as her hands moved closer to it and she looked up at Steve, meeting his gaze.  His normally pale blue eyes were blown out black with lust, and as her fingertips ever so gently teased down his shaft, he gave a small nod.

Taking it as permission, she dropped to her knees and braced her hands on his hips.  He still wasn’t fully hard yet, but up close she was even more intimidated by the size of him.  She flattened her tongue and slowly ran it up the length of his shaft.  He groaned and braced his hands on the shower wall, letting her take complete control.  Her lips stretched wide as she began to suckle on the head, and licked over it, collecting up a drop of precome that had formed on the head.  

“God, look at you,” Steve groaned.

Her eyes flicked up to meet his and she pushed her head down, his cock filling her mouth as she forced him down.  She wanted to take as much of him as possible but it felt like she’d barely even made it down his shaft before the head of his cock seemed to be pressing up against the back of her throat and making her gag.

“Easy, sweetheart,” Steve praised, his eyes still trained on hers.

She didn’t want to go easy. She wanted to test all her limits with him, she kept pushing him down further with each bob of her head.  Drool pooled in her mouth and dripped down her chin as she choked on his cock.  The deeper she took him the louder he moaned, until the sound of it and the wet choked noise of her deep-throating him.  She used her hand to stroke what she couldn’t fit in her mouth, his shaft was so thick her fingers couldn’t even touch when she wrapped her hand around it.

“God, Mel.  ‘M close,” he moaned.

Melody pushed him down deep, cutting off her oxygen, and looked up at him with soft eyes.  He groaned louder and his thigh muscles tightened and with a shudder he came, pulsing in her mouth.  She swallowed everything she gave him, the tart salting fluid filling her mouth.

She slowly pulled off and Steve took a moment to gather himself, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.  When he seemed to recover a little, he helped her to her feet and crouched in front of her.  He nosed at her cunt as she tangled his finger in his hair.  Without warning, he lifted her, putting both her legs on his shoulders, as he stood with his face buried in her folds.  She gasped and leaned back on the shower wall, bracing herself with her hands and gripping the top of the shower to steady herself. Steve lapped and sucked at her pussy, seeming to pay close attention to every shiver and sounds she made.  Each time she moaned he focused on the point that set her off, until he was focused directly on her clit, suckling at it and running his tongue over the top.  She had never felt anything like it.  He seemed to be so intune with her body, that every flick of his tongue sends a current right through her.  That paired with the adrenaline surging through her from being held aloft, was making her feel weak, lightheaded, and like every one of her nerves was lit up.

Heat coiled in her stomach like a snake, and then burst through her, taking hold of her whole body, she cried out and dug her heels into Steve’s shoulders as her orgasm crashed through her.  Steve continued to lick her through it like he was trying to drink her up.  As her body settled, he helped her down again and helped her rinse off. 

He shut off the water and as soon as they each had a towel wrapped around them, Steve lifted her bridal style.

“Steve!” she yelped as he carried her back into the bedroom.

He chuckled and set her on the bed.  “Did you want to stop?”

She shook her head.  “Not on your life.”

His eyes twinkled and he leaned down, his face held just in front of hers. “I thought you would say that,” he said and brought his lips to hers.  She kissed back passionately, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, and trying to pull him down on top of her.

“Just give me a second,” he whispered against her lips.

She let him go and he went and grabbed a condom and lube.  He rolled the rubbed down over his cock, and approached her again, liberally coating his shaft with the thick gel.  Melody watched him closely.  Her eyes were locked on his cock again, and she started to worry about being able to take him again, or him hurting her without meaning to.

He climbed up between her legs and kissed her stomach.  “Just relax,” he soothed as he pushed two fingers inside of her.  He curled them, stroking them over her internal walls, and teasing them over her g-spot.  With the added lubrication on top of how wet she already was, his fingers made a graphic squelch as he moved them inside her and focused on that sweet spot inside her.  Melody had only really just come down from her orgasm, and another was quickly building again, making her legs tremble and her thigh muscles pull tight.

“Oh, god, Steve, please,” she begged.

“Hold it,” he growled.

She looked up at him, startled by the deep growl in the order.  He was watching her closely and he eased a third finger inside her.  He moved them in and out curled them as he corkscrewed his wrist, dragging his knuckles over her g-spot.  She cried out and bucked up under him, her back arching off the bed.

“How does that feel?” he asked, as he spread his fingers, adding a burn to the full feeling of his fingers inside her.

“Fuck, so good, Steve, please,” she begged.

“I’m no bigger than that,” he said, removing his fingers.  “You can relax.  I’m not going to hurt you.”

She was so worked up, that she didn’t even care if it did hurt anymore.  She just wanted to feel him inside her.  She sat up, wrapped her arms around his shoulder, and pulled him down on top of her, kissing his neck as she did.  “Please, Steve.  I need it.”

He took one of her hands and wrapped her fingers around his cock as he lined the head up to her entrance.  “You’re in control,” he said, as he looked into her eyes.  “Guide me in.”

She moaned softly, and her cunt clenched around nothing.  “Okay,” she breathed.

He slowly pushed in, letting her guide him, setting both the pace and depth.  Her eyes fell closed and her head fell back.  There was the burn at her entrance as he stretched her open, but it didn’t feel bad exactly, and he was going so slowly it allowed her to adjust to him.

He reached a spot inside her where there was a sharp sting and she stopped him and pushed him back slightly, easing it off again.  “There?” he asked

She nodded.  “Yes.  No more than that.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he said. “I’ve got you.”

She knew he did.  She trusted him completely.  She knew she was safe with him. Not just here in bed, but everywhere.  He was everything she had ever wanted in a partner.  Her hands went to his jaw and she pulled him down into a kiss as he began to thrust.

He kept alternating the speed of his thrusts, going from a gentle pleasant rhythm where Melody could feel the way his cock moved along the ridges of his cunt, to just pounding into her, so all that she could do was hold on and hope she didn’t break apart.  It was like nothing she had ever experienced before and just when she thought that there was nothing she would ever experience that could ever make her feel this good again, he started to rub her clit.

It sent her tumbling over the edge.  Her orgasm tore through her like wildfire, setting her alight.  She cried out and clung to Steve as her hips bucked up hard under him.  “Oh fuck, Steve,” he mewled as he continued to thrust into her.  “Please.  I want to feel you.”

He pressed his face into her neck as his hips began to stutter.  She tangled her fingers into his hair, holding him there as she felt the pulse of his cock as he neared his release.  With a deep moan, his hips jerked, and he came inside her.

She hummed and held him as his hips slowed.  She felt slightly high and overstimulated.  When Steve finally slipped from her, it was a relief, and yet she felt achingly empty and wanted him inside her again.  He rolled onto his back, and she curled in against him, putting her head on his shoulder and looking up at him.  “Holy hell, Steve,” she sighed.  “That was worth the wait.”

He chuckled. “Thank you,” he said. “I think so too.”

“I know we haven’t eaten yet, but I feel like I need a nap and a cigarette after that, and I’ve never smoked a cigarette in my life.”

He laughed harder and kissed her.  “Let’s just relax for a bit.  There’s time before we have to decide if we go out to eat.”

She hummed and closed her eyes as Steve took off the used condom and tossed it in the trash.  The weekend away was off to the best of starts and she knew she was going to enjoy the rest of it.

// NEXT

[emailsfromanactor]

This time in 1964, the cast of the Gielgud-Burton Hamlet was preparing for rehearsals. Here's how Hume Cronyn got involved with the production, as told by himself in A Terrible Liar: A Memoir. Looks like we have Jessica Tandy, Cronyn's wife and frequent costar, to thank for his Polonius:

The Guthrie Theater’s very first production in 1963 had been Hamlet. Tony had asked me how I’d like to play Polonius, and I told him in no uncertain terms that I would not, having only just recovered from playing what Joe Mank had described as “an Egyptian Polonius”—Old Sausage Knees. Now, less than a year later, there was a cable from John Gielgud asking me if I would join him and Richard Burton in a Broadway produc­tion of Hamlet, to play—of course—Polonius. The cable ar­rived in Minneapolis toward the end of our first season. I showed it to Jessie. “But of course you must do it.” “Why?” “Why? It’s a marvelous part . . . and with John and Richard. . . .” “Look, I’ve seen Hamlet six or seven times: Barrymore’s, Gielgud’s, Evans’s, Breen’s, Grizzard’s, Olivier’s. . . . I’ve even played it myself—after a fashion—and I cannot remember one single Polonius. All I remember is a fatuous and prolix old man approaching senility. . . . To hell with it. Besides, I’m tired.” “But it’s perfect for you.” “Thanks a lot. If I’m as prolix as all that, I don’t need further rehearsal.” “You’re mad.” “Possibly—but I’ll just send a polite reply saying I’m com­mitted elsewhere—that I have a conflict.” “Most actors would give their eyeteeth to be in this pro­duction. And you adore John. I think you’re crazy.” “You’ve already said that. . . .” I had a conflict all right. I had one with my wife, who rarely, rarely, urges me to do anything for which I lack an appetite. It was a strange reversal of roles. I had urged Jess to play Miss Collins in Portrait of a Madonna, Agnes in The Fourposter and Miss Graves in Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep, and perhaps in one or two others. Now, she would give me no peace. She was passionate on the subject and finally resorted to outright insult. I cabled to Johnny G. saying I would be delighted to join his company. We were to go into rehearsal in January of 1964.

[churchofattraction]

tw: blood, self harm

dream fragments, september 16th 2024

leaning against a building on a dark cobblestone alley, met a boy child with a foggy reflective eye and told him i liked it

gang of children surfing a fourpost bed down empty roads at night

watching someone masturbate in a back yard. everything was covered in his blood from self inflicted wounds. couches, walkway, pool. he laid out in a lawn chair stroking himself furiously, covered in wounds. people of authority showed up and everyone was asking why there’s so much blood. guy just kept cranking it, not caring at all. i was enjoying the scene and smirking at his bravery.

[4-million-clones]

@ask-faeddsworld Tots loves going in the microwave, it’s enrichment for him

[baconcolazz]

first time making a star kandi and I used it on the BEST THING EVER

(i had to use a blue heart because I don't have number beads)

[the-fiction-witch]

Latimer Cottage P2

Media - Doctor Who Character - Timothy Latimer (Age Up) Couple - Timothy X Reader Reader - Y/n Latimer (Timothy's wife) Rating - 15 + Word Count - 1706

The upper floor of the cottage had two closed-up bedrooms, one a sweet bathroom with a large tub, and the last a cosy bedroom with a large fourposter bed with blankets waiting, a vanity, wardrobe and a window seat overlooking the garden,

Timothy didn’t pay much attention to the bathroom as he walked in though. Instead, his eyes were fixated on the bedroom. He paused in the doorframe for a moment, his eyes glued to that large bed. A mischievous little smirk on his face. Timothy’s mind was flooded with so many images of what he could do to her in that bed. His eyes traced over the comforters… “I see you’ve prepared the bedroom as well, darling.”

"of course, I didn't know how tired you'd be when you got home" Y/n smiled as she ran the bath

Timothy chuckled as she spoke. Of course, Y/n had thought ahead and made sure that everything would be ready for when he got home. He was extremely proud of his little firecracker. “Well, I’m a hell of a lot less tired now that I’m home and I’ve seen you again. I’m feeling… quite energetic, actually.”

"I can imagine" she chuckled

Timothy chuckled as well, before he stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to him. He let his lips ghost across the sensitive skin on her neck. “Mhmm, you have no idea, darling. It’s been four years, remember?”

"it has," she nodded turning off the now-filled tub "I already set some hangers on the wardrobe door for your uniform"

Timothy nodded as she spoke, his lips still brushing across the skin on her neck. He was only half paying attention to what she was saying, his mind still focusing on the various things he wanted to do to her in that damn bed. However, his attention was drawn back to her words when she spoke of his uniform. “Thank you darling… but why? You know I’ll probably never wear that thing again.”

"no but it'll still be nice to keep it properly won't it?" She smiled "as well as all the little things you've brought home memories and all."

Timothy paused for a moment and sighed softly as he thought of the various trinkets that he had managed to bring back from the war. There hadn't been much, but yes. “Yes, I suppose so.” Timothy nodded before nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck, his voice dropped down to a teasing, slightly suggestive tone as he spoke again. “Now, enough about my memories and this damn uniform… can we get back to more important matters?”

"yes come on your baths ready"

Timothy chuckled again as she responded. The idea of a hot bath definitely sounded good after all the travelling he had just done. But, he certainly wasn’t going to complain when she offered to help him bathe. He loosened his arms around her waist and looked over at the bathtub. “I’ll need help getting out of these clothes, you know.”

"I shall do my best" she nodded slowly working in his uniform carefully "You shall have to excuse me, I don't know all the rules"

Timothy chuckled softly. It was quite adorable the way she was slowly and carefully removing it, as if she didn’t want to screw something up. He spoke in a reassuring tone as she apologized for her lack of understanding of his uniform’s rules. “No need to apologise, darling. Just take your time.”

she slowly removed the uniform piece by piece jumping a little upon noticing the holster under his shirt where a blade sat "goodness… Is that really needed? Am I going to mug you, Timothy?"

Timothy chuckled. He decided to lighten the mood a little, by responding in a teasing tone. “Are you planning on it, darling?”

"I was, but now I know not to" she laughed

Timothy laughed with her as she responded. “Good. You don’t need to worry about it, darling. That’s only for any bad people who might try to hurt us. I have other ways of dealing with naughty little girls like you. More… intimate ways…”

She blushed and giggled as she undressed him to his Intimates and kissed his cheek "I'm sure you do, bet you've spent the last four years coming up with torments" She took his uniform to the bedroom and began hanging it all up

Timothy chuckled “Oh, you have no idea, my little firecracker.” Timothy smirked watching as she hung up everything so neatly. He began to question in his mind how he had survived all this time without her.

she chuckled "Go on get in before it goes cold"

Timothy chuckled back and nodded. “Yes ma’am.” Timothy teased kicking off his underwear as he stepped into the bathtub, sitting down before slowly stretching out his legs. He let out a rather content sigh as the hot water surrounded him and began to soothe his sore muscles. Timothy let his muscles relax as he sat in the bath, a content groan escaping his lips. “Damn, darling, this feels good.” He mumbled as he settled into the bathtub and leaned his head back against the smooth edge behind him.

"I'm glad" she smiled coming over and leaning on the rim of the tub "I put some lavender oil in to relax those poor muscles"

“Have I mentioned lately how damn wonderful you are?” Timothy questioned as he reached out, gently catching her arm and tugging on it to bring her closer to him, his eyes roaming over her body.

"you have yes" she smiled kissing his forehead "so? Do I get any stories?" She asked stroking his hair

Timothy sighed and smiled He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying her gentle touches.

He opened his eyes again after a moment and looked up at her. His eyes moved over her, taking in how damn adorable she looked. “Stories, darling?” Timothy questioned, trying to hide the fact that he was distracted by thoughts of lifting her up and pinning her against the wall.

"mhm, any nice tales of adventures and boys being chaotic on your time away?"

Timothy chuckled softly and thought for a moment before nodding, a rather mischievous smirk forming on his face as he thought of something. “Oh, I have quite a few tales, darling. One that comes to mind involves a bottle of rum, a pair of ladies' underwear and a sheep.”

"… Oh my… I have a theory about where this might be going. I'm hoping it doesn't"

“Do you want to know?”

“Not really no…”

“Then I won’t tell you,” he chuckled,

"… I heard some stories" she cooed stroking his hair "about … Little French villages and French ladies who let the soldier boys…”

“Oh, really darling? And what stories did you hear?” Timothy questioned, his ears perking as she mentioned hearing about the French ladies that catered to the soldiers.

"that the streets were lined with beautiful young ladies willing and ready to let the boys use them to feel less lonely"

Timothy smirked and let out a soft chuckle as she spoke. “Well, darling, I can verify that those stories are true. A few ladies like that are stationed in the towns closest to the front to… comfort the men. Help them feel less lonely. Help those men who wouldn’t be coming back enjoy a last night in the arms of a pretty girl, ”

Her soft playing with his hair became a little tighter, a little harsher almost pulling on his hair.

Timothy’s eyes widened a little, He let out a soft noise that fell between a gasp and a moan. “Darling, darling, darling… careful now.” Timothy said softly, with a teasing tone in his voice.

"did you?" She said her tone very serious

Timothy swallowed softly, “I… I didn’t, darling. I might be a lot of things, but I wouldn’t risk throwing away our relationship on a night with some random French girl.”

"humm" she clearly didn't believe him

Timothy let out a long sigh before he shifted a little as he spoke again, a slight hint of concern in his voice this time. “Darling, I promise I’m not lying when I say that I never laid a finger on any girl in France. I would never do anything that might jeopardize what we have.”

"you promise?"

Timothy nodded as he spoke, his voice soft and reassuring. “Yes, darling, I promise. I swear I never touched any of those girls in France, I wouldn’t risk anything for a night with someone I didn’t care anything about.”

"I'm choosing to believe you" She nodded kissing his forehead

He felt the kiss on his forehead and smiled again, taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of her soft, warm lips on his skin before he spoke again, in a quieter voice. “Thank you, darling. I swear, I never touched another girl.”

"four years is an awfully long time though. However, did you survive without… Attention, you could barely go two days before you left,"

Timothy chuckled softly at her comment. A slight smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he responded in a soft, teasing tone. “It was damn near impossible, darling, I won’t lie. You wouldn’t imagine the hell it was to go through all that with no chance of… physical attention.” he explained, “So many dark, cold, lonely nights with only the memory of your touch and the image of you in my mind.”

"well, we have plenty of time to… Make up for it" she cooed stroking her hands down his neck, and down his chest

Timothy was pretty sure he heard himself let out what was a very embarrassing noise, her every touch felt like a spark to start a fire, his every muscle, every inch reacting to her, his mind flooded by her and only her, He could feel his self-control slipping away to his damn urges as he responded. “Oh, we certainly do, darling.” Timothy practically growled, his voice sounding far too damn needy and desperate for his liking. He reached out and gently grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer to him. The warm water of the bath did very little to calm the fire he was slowly feeling burn inside him. He looked up at her, his eyes almost dark with desire as he spoke in a voice that was low and soft, “I want you, darling. I need you. Y/n… please”

[contentment-of-cats]

The Sunday Usuals

Cooked and prepped for the week ahead.

Made a slew of ground chuck patties - froze

Big pot of eggroll in a bowl - portioned and froze

Mixed up a gallon bag of muesli

Made a batch of muffin cup frittatas - froze

Curry chicken thighs with veggie biryani

Strawberry sorbet

8x8 pan of brownies

I am getting stronger. I can lift a 50lb AC unit, and lift in stages a full 16qt stockpot of condensation. There's so much that I couldn't even do six weeks ago. It's like coming back to life. Remission is holding, so it's still Schrodinger's cancer. 7 months down, 53 more to go.

The girls love having their own personal bed cave. I set up the fourposter with curtains and the thick, fluffy velvet plush comforters and pointed the AC right in there. During the day, they get to be cave kitties in the airflow. Cave kitties with their own personal iceball to lick and toys, but cave kitties nonetheless.

Tomorrow is the cancer rehab doc, and I need to ask WTF is going on with my CT scan results.

Hey, not-so-anon anon who wished my cancer to come back - you missed!

[drades-lair]

Helping a mate out

fandom: Helluvaboss

Pairings: Blitzo/Stolas, Stolas/original male character

Rating: M

Calus pushed open the clean white door with the golden ‘23’ on it, removing his hat in the process to hang on the coat rack just beside the doorway. The Dracony didn’t bother turning on the light instead he simply trudged towards the bed, stripping off various articles of clothing that he let fall to the floor before flopping down on the mattress in his boxer briefs with a heavy sigh. Barely managing to get comfortable Calus growled at the sound of his phone going off on the table next to the bed, the light from the screen illuminating the room as an image of Blitz appeared. Calus begrudgingly rolled slightly onto his side to pick up the phone with a slightly irritated ‘what?’.

“Hey Calus, hope I didn’t wake you, but I have a big favor to ask,” Blitz hurriedly spoke on the other end.

“What do you want Blitz?” Calus once again irritably asked.

“I’m off on a job that I can’t get back from for at least another week, but Stolas went into heat tonight so…” Blitz trailed off from his explanation causing Calus to arch an eyebrow in curious confusion.

“So…what? What exactly is it you’re asking?” Calus prompted, propping himself up on one elbow while furrowing his brow in confusion.

“I was just wondering if you could go help him out tonight?” Blitz finally asked, Calus’ brow arching upwards in surprise.

“Let me get this straight, you want me to go help fuck your mate through his heat. Is that what I’m understanding?” Calus double checked.

“Pretty much, yep,” Blitz confirmed.

“Well…is Stolas okay with this?” Calus inquired uncertain how to respond fully to Blitz’s request, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Yeah, Stolas is totally down,” Blitz assured Calus.

“I mean…I guess it’s not a big deal, but it’ll take me about an hour or so to get back to Imp City let alone to the Goetia palace,” Calus informed the imp.

“That’s fine, is Striker with you?” Blitz inquired curiously.

“No, Striker’s off on another job and won’t be back for at least 2 weeks,” Calus answered simply.

“Alright, I’ll give Stolas a heads up,” Blitz explained.

“Sure,” Calus agreed.

With that Blitz hung up the phone followed by Calus doing the same, placing it back on the side table with a disgruntled sigh as he rolled onto his back, running his hands over his face. Calus got up to get redressed so he could check out to get on the road as soon as possible as to not leave Stolas waiting too long.

A little while later…

Stolas lay on the massive fourposter bed in the master bedroom propped against the headboard with pillows, legs spread as he thrust two fingers into himself. Slick sounds filled the air to mingle with Stolas’ panting breaths and whimpering moans, a dildo sitting next to him on the bed. Stolas picked up the large silicone member from the bed, sucking on the tip down the shaft till it was slick with his saliva before gingerly lining it up with his entrance. A moment later Stolas slid the dildo into himself with relative ease, thrusting it at a slow pace while carding the fingers of his free hand through his chest plumage. Stolas’ stomach ached from his heat begging for more then just a fake appendage and after Blitz had informed him that Calus was going to come ‘help’ with his heat it was now nearly overwhelming. Stolas pushed the dildo all the way inside himself with a needy moan just as there was a knock at his bedroom door, he wasn’t sure why he did it however as soon as the knock resonated through the bedroom Stolas grabbed his robe from beside him on the bed to pull up over the front of himself with the dildo still inside him.

“Stolas? It’s Calus, may I come in?” Calus’ voice sounded from the other side.

“Yes, of course,” Stolas permitted in a slightly strained tone.

Calus pushed open the large ornate door, striding inside while removing his hat to toss it on the shay he knew was on the other side near the small library. The room was dimly lit by candlelight and the distinct scent of a demon in heat hit him almost immediately, Stolas was propping himself up by one arm while holding his ratty red robe over himself with a deep crimson blush across his cheeks. Calus shrugged off his duster to throw it over with his hat then started striding over to the bed, stripping his black T-shirt in the process leaving the Dracony in only his jeans as the dim candlelight caused his white scales to emit an iridescent shimmer. Stolas admired Calus’ muscular torso for a moment only to pull his robe closer with a slight wince as his entrance oozed slick around the dildo still inside him, a panged ache radiating from his abdomen.

“I’m going to take it you’re alright if we just get started,” Calus assumed with a light chuckle.

“Um…yes…as long as you are,” Stolas shyly retorted.

“Then would you mind letting me see you?” Calus asked planting a knee on the bed, voice low yet gentle in the request.

“Uh…no…I don’t mind,” Stolas’ blush deepened as he felt slightly embarrassed, slowly shifting the robe away from his body, Calus’ eyes immediately moving to the toy firmly inserted in Stolas.

“Ha-ha, got desperate I see,” Calus lightly chuckled again, crawling up the bed.

Stolas averted his gaze to the side while squeezing his thighs together from embarrassment till Calus’ had wrapped around one of the Goetia’s thighs to spread them again. Calus settled between Stolas’ legs caressing a hand to his entrance where he teased the base of the dildo making Stolas release a gasping moan, slick instantly coating Calus’ fingers as it oozed around the toy.

“It’s fine, we’ll need to stretch you anyways if you want me to fuck you with my dick,” Calus explained in a low husky tone that made Stolas shiver.

Calus started thrusting the dildo casually as he leaned down to press sloppy kisses to Stolas’ stomach, nipping at his protruding hip bones before licking a strip up the princes abdomen. Stolas moaned needily, reaching up to caress his hands over Calus’ shoulders and upper arms as the knot in his stomach twisted further. Stolas was enjoying everything Calus was doing however he wanted to make the Dracony feel good as well, gently pulling Calus up till they could meet in a heated kiss which Stolas released an irritated whimper when he couldn’t quite get to Calus’ belt making him chuckle into the kiss.

“Easy, I’ll let you have a go in a moment,” Calus assured Stolas having immediately picked up on what he wanted to do.

“I…I just want to…” Stolas stammered slightly through panting breaths.

“I know…you want to reciprocate, that’s fine. First let’s get you stretched a little more. Trust me, you’ll need it,” Calus explained again his tone remaining gentle.

Calus gingerly removed the dildo making Stolas shudder then he slipped two fingers into Stolas, pushing against his walls then scissoring them. Stolas spread his legs, clawing at Calus’ back with desperate need as his heat grew worse, fever over taking him and the ache in his abdomen worsening. Calus lathed his mouth along Stolas’ jaw line, nipping occasionally as he started panting lightly and his pants growing slightly tighter.

“Would you like me to knot you?” Calus inquired in a whisper against Stolas’ ear.

“Absolutely,” Stolas confirmed breathily with a twinge of excitement under his breath.  

“Okay, then we need to get you stretched further,” Calus explained briefly, slipping a third finger into Stolas.

“Oh fuck…” Stolas moaned out.

“Luckily your heat is providing more then enough lube,” Calus commented, licking a strip along Stolas’ neck.

Calus continued to Stretch Stolas till the prince was begging to be fucked, his body squirming beneath the Dracony. Calus removed his fingers from Stolas to settle back on his haunches undoing his belt then his jeans before pulling them down to his mid thighs allowing the space to pull himself free of his boxer briefs. Stolas stared for a moment in surprise, he knew Calus was impressive however he’d not expected him to be bigger than Blitz. Maneuvering closer Stolas wrapped a hand around Calus’ base giving a firm stroke upwards earning him an approving hum in turn thus encouraging Stolas to continue. Stolas started stroking Calus’ length at a liberal pace, the Dracony leaning back slightly to brace on one hand as his hips started rocking into the prince’s grasp. Stolas increased his pace as Calus’ knot slipped from his sheath only to be halted by one of Calus’s hands wrapping gently yet firmly around his wrist.

“Whoa, slow down. You keep that up and I won’t last long,” Calus huffed a laugh.

“Oh…right,” Stolas sheepishly stated.

“Now, do you want to ride me, or do you want me to mount you?” Calus asked.

“Uh…um…perhaps riding might be easier,” Stolas assumed.

“If that’s what you’re comfortable with,” Calus stated.

Calus slipped from the bed to remove his jeans along with his boxer briefs, crawling back up to lounge against the pillows by the headboard. Stolas straddled Calus’ hips with the Dracony’s large cock lightly rubbing against his entrance from behind, waving his wrist a magical aura spread over his hand allowing him to open the bedside drawer to retrieve a bottle of lube. Popping the top on the bottle Stolas drizzled some onto his hand then reached behind himself to coat Calus’ cock in it, passing the bottle to the Dracony afterwards. Gingerly Stolas aligned with the head of Calus’ cock then slowly lowered himself onto it managing to get the head inside him, but he trembled with a harsh wince as the girth of Calus’ member started spreading Stolas further than he was used too. Calus gripped Stolas’ hips gently to hold him up as both Stolas’ palms planted on his chest.

“Easy Stolas, take your time,” Calus encouraged rubbing his thumbs in circles along Stolas’ hips.

“R-Right…ugh! You’re…bigger than…Blitz…” Stolas panted out.

“Ha-ha, don’t tell him that,” Calus joked with a soft chuckle followed by a huffed laugh from Stolas.

Calus cupped Stolas’ ass cheeks to help hold him up leaning forwards to kiss a line up Stolas’ torso as slowly the prince started easing down. Stolas was beginning to doubt he’d be able to take Calus’ knot considering he was barely managing to take half of the Dracony’s girth when Calus gently lifted Stolas up before lowering him back down. Stolas allowed Calus to help him ride the Dracony’s cock slowly getting further impaled on it until he was seated just above Calus’ knot. Allowing Stolas to adjust Calus grabbed the bottle of lube, coating one of his hands in it then stroking his knot with it for later. A couple minutes later Stolas started moving slowly, his face relaxing with whimpering moans although his thighs started to tremble from holding himself. Calus stopped Stolas’ movements by sliding his hand under one of Stolas’ thighs while pushing up with his free hand into a full sitting position, gently maneuvering them till Stolas was laying on his back with Calus looming over him.

“Let’s do it this way now, it’ll be easier on you,” Calus explained.

“Alright,” Stolas agreed.

Gently Calus started thrusting at a slow pace allowing Stolas’ slick to lube his cock, easily sliding in and out of the prince with each lazy thrust. Gingerly Calus lifted Stolas’ legs over his shoulders allowing him to thrust a little deeper, Stolas releasing open mouthed moans as he clawed at the bedsheets beneath him. Slowly over time Calus picked up his pace, pressing deeply into Stolas to grind with deep grunting groans and a throaty growl as he started getting close. Calus pressed against Stolas till his knot popped inside making the prince wince with a yelp, groaning loudly at feeling far too full now while Calus continued to shallowly thrust till, he fell over the edge. Calus spilled hot cum into Stolas promptly sending the prince over as well releasing a moaning groan before falling slightly limp against the mattress as Calus braced himself on both hands to either side of Stolas’ torso, panting heavily through his orgasm. Stolas shuddered at the feeling of Calus’ knot slowly pumping hot cum into him, waves of pleasure washing over him from a satisfying orgasm as they both waited for Calus’ knot to recede.  

“Alright, I’ll need to give a hefty yank to pull out,” Calus warned once his knot had softened.

Stolas braced himself as Calus snapped his hips backwards promptly yanking his knot free, but he didn’t pull completely out just yet. Stolas bit down on his lower lip with a slightly pained moan however it didn’t last long as he relaxed after a bit allowing Calus to pull out fully, falling beside him onto the bed on his back.

“Will that tide you over till Blitz gets back?” Calus asked, breaking the silence after a little while.

“Yes…that should most definitely sate me till Blitz returns,” Stolas confirmed with a wide grin.

“Good, well, I’m going to go wash up then head to one of the guest bedrooms for the rest of the evening.” Calus announced pushing up off the bed to head for the master bathroom.

“Very well,” Stolas agreed.

Calus cleaned up a bit in the bathroom then gathered his clothing, slung on only his duster, and headed to one of the guest bedrooms to finally get some sleep for the night. Meanwhile Stolas simply basked in the after math of a really good fucking that he knew was going to have him walking funny the next morning.