#i want to nibble but he's just a wee mouthful

[munsonsmixtapes]

🏀/🦇 + 📸

i couldn’t decide if i wanted steve or eddie so you choose 😭 but what if their gf bought a sexy lil ms santa outfit w the intentions of taking cute pics w her bf but reader looks so good steve/eddie has 2 fuck her ?? 🤤

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) fingering, masochism, wee bit of breeding kink

You stand in the mirror as you look at your outfit, smoothing out your skirt as you turn this way and that, making sure that it wasn't too short since you were going to be taking pictures. The outfit wasn't exactly what you had been imagining when you initially been thinking of when you had the idea for the photo shoot, but seeing it on your body now, there's no way you're changing.

You're too busy checking yourself out that you don't even see Eddie enter the room. He admires your outfit, his eyes moving down to your ass that's peeking out from underneath your skirt, that pretty pair of lacy, red underwear that he had bought for you as an early Christmas present.

You jump when you feel a pair of hands rest on your waist and you look at Eddie in the mirror, watching his head lower into the crook of your neck, feeling his hot breath on your skin as he presses kisses to it. He then leans up to look at your reflection as one of his hand move lower to the hem of your skirt, moving up your thigh.

"So pretty," he murmurs as his lips press against your temple. "You buy this just for me, doll?" He asks as his hand moves to the waistband of your panties, slowly inching towards your cunt.

"Mhm," is all you're able to say, your breath hitching as his fingers slowly slide into your cunt. "Oh," you moan as you lean against him and his fingers pump in and out of you slowly because Eddie wants you to beg for it like he always does.

"That's right, just like that," he encourages. "Gotta beg if you want more, doll."

"More," you whine, but his fingers stay at the same pace and you see his devilish smirk in the mirror. "Eddie, please," you beg and that seems to do the trick as his fingers pump faster and deeper, moving at the pace you always liked as his mouth moved back to your neck, nibbling and sucking on the spot right under your ear and you tilt your head to the side to give him more room.

You're feeling so overstimulated but you don't dare tell him to stop. You're enjoying it so much that you can't. And when his movements get quicker and his teeth slide against your neck, you moan loudly, the whole thing so delicious and you can't believe how much Eddie can make you feel just from his fingers and mouth.

"Yeah? You like that? God, you're such a fucking mess," he says. "Can see it dripping down your legs. Look," he gently grabs onto the back of your head and pushes it down just in time for you to see that he's right. Your slick is in fact sliding down your leg and you're sure that this is the wettest you've ever been.

And as his fingers give you one more pump, you're coming. Eddie can feel you leaking out onto his fingers and he can't wait to taste you. His other other hand is still holding your head, but now it's upright.

"See how pretty you look when you come?" He asks as your mouth opens wide, a loud moan leaving it as his name falls from your lips through labored breaths. "That's it, just like that," he encourages as you collapse against him as he pulls his fingers from you.

He's about to bring his fingers to his mouth to have a taste, but he thinks you deserve it more for how good of a girl you've been. He thinks you deserve a little treat before you move onto the main event.

"Here," he says as he hovers his fingers above your lips, your slick dripping onto them and you open up just wide enough for him to slide his fingers into your mouth, immediately licking and sucking on them as Eddie watches in the mirror, pressing his rock hard cock into your ass as he does so.

He wants you to know just how hard this whole thing makes him as well as how hot he finds the whole thing as you lick and suck your own slick from his fingers, filthy moans falling from your lips as you do so.

"Fuck, you're so hot," he rasps, whining as your eyes close as your tongue slowly swiped up the back of his fingers, finishing up the job, humming at the taste, swallowing as soon his fingers slide out of your mouth.

Eddie's quick to turn you around to face him, pulling you to him as he presses his lips to yours, taking no time to slide his tongue into your mouth to taste what's left on your tongue and fuck is it delicious. He's tasted you more times than he can count but this time it's different, sweeter.

"Taste so good, honey," he tells you against your lips as his hands slide up your shirt pushing it up and you lift your arms up as he pulls it over your head, your matching red bra coming into view, your shirt being tossed to the floor behind you. "Well, isn't this a pretty little thing," he says as he looks down at the bra in admiration, one hand grabbing onto your waist as his other fingers slowly move across the lace that's attached to the top of the cups. "Who bought this for you? Whoever it was has impeccable taste, don't you think?""

"You did," you laugh.

"Right," he nods, his laugh matching yours as he brings his lips right by the shell of your ear, his hands moving to clasp of your bra. "This is looks so hot on you, but I think we can both agree that it would look better on the floor hm?" he asks as he unhooks the bra and it falls to the floor between the two of you, your naked upper half on full display.

Eddie backs you up the bed and pushes you down onto it, taking off his shirt before he lowers himself onto you, pressing his cock that's tenting in his pants against your cunt to show you how hard he is for you. He's unzipping your skirt, now more desperate to get inside you.

Once you're fully naked underneath him, he grabs a condom from his bedside table and puts the packet between his teeth and he pulls his sweatpants and boxers down together, his cock springing free.

You're whining for him to hurry up as he's putting the condom as fast as he can, struggling as precum is leaking from the head, making the latex stick to him as he does so.

He eventually gets it on and takes no time to pound into you, the sweetest words falling from his lips that juxtapose his actions. His grip on your hips tightens as he fucks into you hard and fast and deep, wanting to show you just what that outfit has done to him.

"So fucking pretty," he says he looks down at you, watching moans fall from your pretty lips, the same ones that replay in his head on repeat more times than he cares to admit. He's getting all worked up thinking about you and your naked body and all the things he wants to do to you to show you just how he loves you because he doesn't think he's so great with words even though he definitely is.

"Think you can take all of me?" He asks and your eyes widen at his question because you've never actually tried to. An attempt hasn't even been made because he doesn't want to hurt you.

"God, please," you beg. "I can take it." He knows you can, but he's still hesitant to actually do it.

"You sure I won't hurt you?" He asks, his face softening. He'd never forgive himself if he did something to hurt you in a way you didn't enjoy. And that's why he's been so hesitant to try it.

"Don't worry about me, baby," you say as you reach up and caress his cheek. "I-I want you to hurt me." He's not surprised by your statement so he doesn't know why his eyes widen at your confession. You're no stranger to masochism, constantly asking him to choke or spank you any chance you get.

"If you're sure." He can see how badly you want it, but he want's to be one hundred percent before he proceeds.

"I am," you nod and Eddie takes no time to spread your legs wide as he slow sinks further inside you, his gaze shifting from where you're connected to your face, hearing you wince as he moves slower, inch by inch, trying to get himself in there even though he can see you're in pain.

Tears prick your eyes and Eddie stops once he's fully sunken into you to see just how long you can take it. You're actually crying now and he pulls out just a little bit before slamming into you again and again until you're crying so hard, crying for him, because of him. And even though you're in so much pain, you're begging for more, Eddie pounding into you over and over, showering you with compliments as he does.

And then you're coming as he sinks into you again and again, tears streaming down your face as you moan, whining that you need more of his massive cock so he gives it to you as you come again and again, going dumb on him right before his eyes and he just knows you won't be able to walk for days as he gives one more thrust to finish the job.

"So perfect," he says. "I really am so lucky to have you doll-Jesus-" he cuts him off as now he's the one who's coming, feeling himself leaking into the condom, secretly wishing your cunt was what he's filling. And as he's coming down, he pulls out and tosses the condom aside, just wanting to lay with you before he cleans you both up.

your hands move to his hair run through his curls as you both lie there, enjoying each other's company. As he eventually pulls away to clean you up, he sees that you've fallen asleep. So he cleans you up like he was planning to and gets you dressed for bed before picking you up and putting you under the covers before he gets ready for bed himself. He then gets in on his side and pulls you to his chest, telling you how much he loves you even though you can't hear him. It's only then he remembers why you were wearing the outfit in the first place and he laughs to himself because of course you both would get so caught up and forget about the photo shoot you had planned.

[fruityuncleskeletor]

It was too peopley at Enoshima, no cats and the wind nearly stole chickie's hat, so he left with a quickness.

[ariestrxsh]

🍕 content warning: smut, oral (m! & f!receiving), praise, edging, masturbation, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, small age gap (both characters are adults), pizzaboy!chris, servicesub!chris, dom!reader, low-key the reader exchanges money for sex

🍕 summary: your delivery boy, chris, is used to getting away with everything due to his dashing good looks, but it does him no good when he tries to resist your magnetic charm. when he arrives with your meat lovers earlier than expected, you're hungry for more than just the pizza.

(if it's cheesy, it's because i wanted it to be. 🧀 may this fic make you cum whilst you laugh at my stupid wordplay.)

pizza guy

It was a cool, late-autumn evening, the wind rustling through the falling dead leaves and the temperature slowly dropping with every day that winter neared. You were at home, lounging in a silk pajama set on your couch, curled up with a book and a glass of wine while you were waiting for the pizza you'd ordered to arrive.

Suddenly, a knock at the door broke your attention away from the page and brought you back to the present moment. You glanced over at the clock. Surely, that couldn't have been the pizza. You weren't expecting it for another half-hour.

You pulled open the door to reveal a cute blue-eyed brunette in his work uniform who greeted you with a sweet smile. He was a few inches taller than you but looked to be a few years younger than you, and he had this innocent demeanor about him that immediately sparked your interest.

You wet your lips as your gaze scanned the delivery boy's features. You were drawn to his captivating eyes, his pink cheeks, and his pouty lips. "Hello, ma'am. I have your meat lovers pizza with extra Italian sausage," he said, double-checking the box he held in his hands.

"You're gonna hate me. I left my wallet upstairs," you stuck your bottom lip out at him in a little frown. "Oh, that's fine, ma'am. I can wait here," he kindly responded, the corners of his mouth turning up again. "Aren't you gonna get cold out here?" You asked, giving him a sympathetic look. "I'll be alright," he shrugged, his eyes dancing over your attractive features.

"I can't make you wait out in this weather, sweet boy. Why don't you come inside?" You replied in a nurturing tone as you crossed your arms, pushing up your breasts and revealing your hardening nipples that were straining against the soft fabric of your silk button-down.

"I don't think I should," he softly answered even though he was contemplating it, his eyes drawn towards your chest. "I'm not even standing out there, and I'm freezing. What if you catch a cold because of me? I couldn't live with myself," you said in an endearing voice as you ran your fingertips along your arm, trying to warm up.

He knew it was against store policy to enter a customer's home, but he figured he could bend the rules just this once. After all, the only thing providing his hands warmth was the pizza box he was holding, and the tip of his nose was growing red from the biting chill. He nibbled on his lip and nodded, accepting your generous offer and hesitantly stepping into your home.

"Make yourself comfortable," you told him, letting him in. You turned around to retrieve your wallet from upstairs, and Chris' stare migrated to the way your ass jiggled in your silk bottoms as you hurried up the steps. He couldn't help himself. You were just so hot. He glanced at the fancy bottle of red wine you had sitting on your coffee table along with the romance novel that laid beside it.

He wondered what a gorgeous woman like you was doing on a Saturday night, drinking alone and reading a book about love instead of making it.

You trotted back down the steps with your wallet in hand, sights fixed on the boy standing in your cozy living room who immediately noticed you'd undone the top two buttons of your shirt while you were upstairs. He knew exactly what you were doing, but he couldn't entertain it. It was a weekend, and he knew there would be plenty of pizzas to deliver and a lot of money to make.

"What's your name, baby?" You wondered as you reached into your wallet to count your bills. "Chris," he replied, loving the pet names you called him. "Alright, Chris. How much do I owe you, sweetie?" You asked, peering into his gorgeous blue eyes. "Um, $19.69," he blushed, clearing his throat and looking down at the price on your receipt he had pinned between his thumb and the box.

You smirked at him, pulling two $20 bills out of your wallet. "Here's for being so patient with me," you leaned in and whispered into his ear as you hooked two of your fingers into Chris' front pocket and slowly slid the cash in. While your were leaned in so closely, you could feel the heat radiating from his body and you picked up on the scent of pepperoni and hint of weed that lingered on his clothing.

"Thank you, ma'am. That's so generous. I don't know if I can accept that much," he replied, feeling all the blood rush to the tip of his cock as you flirted with the idea of breaking the touch barrier but not doing so just yet. "Sure, you can. You deserve it." You took the pizza box from him and placed it gently on your coffee table.

"You should stay a little longer. I'll make you a cup of hot chocolate, and you can warm up a little before you have to go back out into the cold," you offered, licking your lips while you examined his softening expression. "I should really get back to the shop," Chris said, breaking eye contact and trying to exercise self-control.

"Oh, come on. Stay for one cup of hot cocoa, sweet boy. You can just tell your boss you had trouble finding my house. Do you like it made with milk or water?" You asked, not giving him another chance to decline your proposition.

His gaze flickered back up at yours. He had your money. He could have easily excused himself and gone back to work, but he was secretly hoping for an excuse to stall and spend a little more time with you.

"Milk," he softly responded, completely in a trance with your caring nature. "You want whipped cream on top, baby? And marshmallows?" You cooed. "Yes, ma'am. Both please," he nodded, accepting your kind gesture. "Have a seat, Chris. Have a piece of pizza," you motioned towards the couch as you stepped into the kitchen to warm up some milk.

"How long have you been a delivery boy?" You asked, lighting the front left burner of your stove. "About a year," Chris replied, plopping down onto the sofa and reaching into the box to grab a slice. "Yeah? You make good money?" You inquired, fillling up a pot with milk. "Yeah, about $150 a night," he told you with his mouth full of pizza.

"Wow. That's a lot of money for this area. It must be because you're so timely and polite. And so handsome," you casually added, peeking up at him. He blushed and gave you a shy smile. "Oh, I don't know about that," he humbly replied. "Sure you are. You're cute, and you know it, too," you smirked at him. He took another big bite of pizza.

"So, do you always come quick?" You asked him. "Excuse me?" he politely answered you, nearly choking on his food and raising his eyebrows, unsure if he heard the question correctly. "I mean, when you're delivering pizza. Do you always arrive so quickly? I wasn't expecting you for another thirty minutes," you said, your eyes shifting between the boy on your couch and the clock on the wall. "I drive fast," he smiled.

"You really care about pleasing the customer, don't you?" You insinuated, bringing over the cup of hot chocolate. Your fingertips gently grazed his as you passed him the warm, ceramic mug. "Yes ma'am. I do. I live for it," he said in a submissive tone, glancing up at you.

"You ever get pulled over because you were driving too fast?" You wondered, raising an eyebrow at him and taking a seat on the couch beside him. "A handful of times, but it's always by the same officer in the same area I drive through. She always gives me shit, runs my license, registration, and insurance, and the whole bit, but she always lets me off with a warning," Chris replied before taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

"Mmmm, this is good," Chris said, licking the whipped topping off his lip. "Oh, baby. You missed a spot," you chuckled, moving a bit closer and gently running the pad of your thumb against the smudge and cleaning it off his upper lip while you stared deep into his eyes. You slowly licked the sugary cream from your thumb and grinned at him. He secretly liked the way you babied him and how in touch you were with your maternal instincts.

He took a few more sips of his chocolatey drink, savoring the warmth and sweetness it provided. "How much longer is your shift?" You wondered, studying his jawline and his full lips. "I close tonight, so at least another six hours," he gave a disappointed half-smile. "Awh. I can't believe they're making you work late on a Saturday night," you gave him a little frown. "It's alright. It's good money," he replied, drinking more of his hot cocoa.

"You know, I really appreciate the tip, the slice of pizza, and the hot chocolate, but I really should get going," Chris replied, setting the nearly empty mug on the coffee table. "Oh, sweet boy. Look at your pants. They're a mess," you chuckled, brushing crumbs off of his lap and gently grazing his cock that twitched in response to your light touch.

"Ma'am, you're making this very hard for me right now," Chris said in a serious tone, grabbing your wrist and looking into your eyes. "What am I making hard for you, baby?" You cooed. "I know what you're doing," Chris looked at you with his submissive eyes.

"Then why don't you let me keep doing it? I'll take good care of you, darling," you placed a hand on his cheek, cradling his face and searching for the answers in his expression to get him to stay. "It wouldn't be right.." he started to say, but his voice trailed off and he loosened his grip on your wrist as you leaned in, closing the distance between his lips and yours. You pulled him into a trance with your deep, passionate kiss, swirling your tongue around in his mouth.

"Says who? Isn't the customer always right? Don't you wanna leave me satisfied, baby?" You asked him, nudging his chin up with your nose, exposing his throat, and planting a soft kiss on the side of his neck. Chris was such a sucker for neck kisses and pleasing the customer. He couldn't stop you now. He wanted you too badly and so desperately craved to satisfy you.

"What would I even say?" Chris wondered out loud, racking his brain for an excuse to get out of the rest of his shift but getting distracted by your luscious lips. "I'm sure you'll think of something," you mumbled, pressing your tongue against a sensitive spot on his neck and giving him another passionate kiss.

"I can't think about anything except how amazing your mouth feels," Chris whimpered, giving into the sensation. "Give me your cellphone," you said, pulling away and holding out your hand. "What for?" He asked you, hesitantly reaching into his pocket and placing it in your palm. You handed Chris back his phone after dialing the number to his work and tapping the speaker button.

"Just tell your boss you got a flat tire or something, and that you can't come back to work for the rest of the night. I'll make it worth your while," you seductively suggested, whispering as you gently nibbled on his ear. He let out a soft moan as your teeth grazed his earlobe. "Hey, Chris. What's up? You've been gone a while. You find the delivery address?" A man answered the phone, recognizing Chris' caller ID.

"I got kind of lost on the way there, but I eventually found it. Um, I actually called because someone slashed my tires when I stopped to take a leak. Could you put a manager on so I can explain the situation?" He asked, trying to keep his composure as your lips traveled back to his neck, sinking your teeth into his sensitive flesh. He bit down on his lip to suppress another moan.

"Of course. Give me a sec. I'm gonna put you on hold," the guy on the other end of the line replied. You grabbed the hem of Chris' work shirt, pulling it up and off over his head, disheveling his hair while you did so. "I can't believe you have me doing this right now," he whispered as you fell to your knees in front of him. You smirked up at him, your hands reaching for his belt.

"What are you doing?" He whispered, looking down at his lap wide-eyed, the sound of the metal clanking against itself as you unbuckled it. "You just get so many nice tips, I thought maybe you could spare one," you chuckled. "While I'm on the phone with my boss?" He peered down at you in disbelief. "Let's see how well you can hold it together," you smirked.

"Oh my god. I don't usually mix business and pleasure in this manner, ma'am," he innocently whispered as you reached into his underwear. "You can save the I don't usually do this talk for someone else, because guess what? You're already doing it," you giggled. He sharply inhaled as you pulled out his half-erect cock.

"Wow, it's so big, and it's not even all the way hard yet," you gasped, taking it into your hand and slowly beginning to stroke his shaft.

It was long and veiny, and the head was pink, smooth, and already beginning to swell with arousal. He was so flattered by the way you lovingly looked at it, gently petting it and causing more blood to flow to it. He peered down at you with hungry eyes and a lustful expression.

"Chris? Someone slashed your tires?" A woman spoke into the phone as you slowly licked from the base of his length, stopping right where the heads meets his staff. Chris' jaw dropped and his breath hitched in his throat as he watched the way you teased him. His cock, that had now grown to its full size, twitched at the sensation of your heavenly tongue, and a bit of pre-cum gushed from his slit.

"Chris?" The woman said again, sounding agitated. "Yes ma'am," Chris said in a strangled voice as you began spiraling slow licks around the tip, cleaning up the clear fluid. "Chris, are you stoned right now? You know, we've talked about this. If it were anyone else, I would've fired them on the spot after the first time. You're just such a hard worker and get such good reviews-" his boss started to scold him.

"No, no. Nothing like that, ma'am. I'm just shaken up. That's all," Chris cut her off, trying to keep his composure while he stared down at the way you flickered your tongue over his slit. Her tone immediately changed. "Awh, Chris. I'm so sorry I accused you of being high on the job. Do you need a ride home, sweetie?" She tenderly asked him.

"No, ma'am. I appreciate it. I already got one. I just wanted to call to let you know I can't get new tires until tomorrow, so I won't be able to finish my shift," Chris managed to get out before a small sigh escaped his lips and his head fell back as you worked your magical tongue on him. "Of course. Let me know if you need anything, Chris," his manager relayed in a tone you swore was almost seductive. "Anything at all," she emphasized, the desperation in her voice coming through.

He was so mesmerized by the way you sheathed his marble-smooth, pink head between your soft lips that he nearly forgot he was on the phone. "Chris?" His manager broke him out of his trance. "Yes. Thank you, ma'am. I appreciate that," Chris responded, staring down and nodding at you as you started to move your lips down his length, taking more of him into your mouth, massaging the backside of his dick with your tongue.

"Good night, Chris. Do whatever you need to do to relax," she said, definitely picturing him masturbating. "Good night, ma'am," Chris replied before concluding the call just in time for a guttural moan to pass through his lips and fill the room. You paused for a moment, taking Chris' dick out of your mouth with a faint pop, creating a wonderful suction for his nerve endings.

"Are you fucking her?" You narrowed your eyes at him and gave him a smirk. "My boss?" He asked with a surprised inflection, raising his eyebrows. You nodded at him. "No, ma'am. I swear I'm not," he quickly shook his head. "Well, she wants you to," you smiled. "Anything at all," you mockingly exaggerated her desperation. "I know. She's so obvious about it," Chris smirked down at you as you made his cock disappear behind your lips again.

He could finally enjoy the way you gently suckled on it, rolling your tongue around on his tip, and he didn't have to hold back his delighted noises anymore. Whimpers escaped his lips, one cascading after the other, filling the room with the sweet sound of his pleasure. He started to comb through your hair with his fingers as he sank further into the couch and further into his desire to fill your mouth with his seed.

"You work so hard, always taking care of everyone, but at the end of the day, who takes good care of you, hmm?" You cooed, stroking his length. He moaned loudly at your words. "Good boy. Enjoy it. You deserve it," you whispered before teasing the head with your tongue again.

"Ma'am, I don't know how much more I can take," he looked down at you lustfully, studying how you encircled the head with your licks. His dick involuntarily jerked again, a reflex to the way you intuitively knew what he liked. "I know you can take it, and you're going to," you whispered seductively. "Yes, ma'am," he whimpered as you took more of him into your mouth, sliding your lips all the way down until his tip hit the back of throat.

You loved how respectful he was even when he was on the brink of orgasm.

He clawed at the seat cushion underneath him, a desperate attempt to keep himself from finishing too soon. He thoughtfully watched your every move, thoroughly enjoying every subtlety of your technique that was becoming sloppier and messier. "Please, I need to cum," he whined, furrowing his brow, wetting his lips, and looking down at you with carnal desire in his eyes.

But you couldn't give into him just yet. You wanted to hear the desperation seeping into his tone of voice and see the neediness carved into his expression before you even thought about letting him finish.

"You don't understand how bad I need it," his luscious voice poured into the room. You carried on, ignoring his pleas to cum and fervently bobbing your head up and down on his cock some more. His moans became more strained as you continued to make him hold out, letting his head fall back and closing his eyes.

"Look at me, baby," you ordered him before you resumed manipulating all his tender nerve-endings. He loved the way you bossed him around, obediently following your directions. He did as he was told, peering back down at you and your tongue that was dancing around his tip, relentlessly teasing him.

"Please, ma'am. I've been such a good boy," he urgently begged, becoming teary-eyed. That's it, you thought to yourself. That was the kind of desperation you'd been patiently waiting for. You nodded at him, giving him silently permission as a tear rolled down his cheek. He let out a few loud, guttural moans, his voice cracking and his breath getting caught in his throat again.

You felt his dick pulse between your lips while you hummed against it, pressing the flat part of your tongue against his tip and causing his sweet and salty substance to spray off into different streams into your mouth, intensifying his orgasm. A few more primal sounds poured from his lips while you drained his throbbing member of his tasty seed.

"Thank you, ma'am. Thank you," he graciously praised you as you collected every last bit onto your tongue before swallowing it, making sure not to waste a single drop. He stared down at you breathlessly with his bedroom eyes, his flushed cheeks, and his slightly parted lips, his heart beating out of his chest.

"You're so good with your mouth, ma'am. How can I ever repay you?" Chris wondered, wiping away his tears of satisfaction and slipping his cock back into his pants. "Not necessary. It was my pleasure," you whispered, winking at him. "Ma'am. I insist. Please let me show you how good I can make you feel," he said in a soft, subservient voice, giving you puppy dog eyes.

You nibbled on your lip as you stood up in front of Chris. You reached down and picked up your glass of wine, taking a long sip before you started to unbutton your silk shirt. He watched as you slowly opened your blouse, exposing your breasts to him as you peered into his blue eyes.

"You'd do that for me, sweet boy?" You cooed, brushing your thumb against his cheek while you tilted your head down at him and held eye-contact. "I'd do anything to please you," he whispered, tipping his chin up at you. "Be a good boy and get on your knees for me," you said in a soft and sweet but domineering manner. He nodded before he dropped to his knees in front of you.

He curled his fingers into your waistband and slowly stripped your bottoms off of you. You stepped out of them, one leg at a time, Chris' eyes fixed on the treasure between your thighs. Chris bent your knee and slung your leg over his shoulder, so you could rest your foot on the edge of the couch while he nestled into your warmth. His tongue gently flickered over your clit, sending a lovely sensation through you.

Despite having just finished, the act of eating your pussy had him all worked up and needy again, his hand slithering below his waist as it found its way into his the waistband of his boxers. He wrapped his fingers around his shaft and started pumping back and forth. He clamped his lips down on your sensitive bud, moaning against it.

"Good boy," you whimpered, running your digits through his hair and brushing it out of his pretty face. He was so gentle and tender, taking his time with his licks, but they were perfectly sensual and effective nonetheless. You gasped as he suckled on your most delicate nerve-endings, and the sound of him hungrily lapping up your wetness filled the room.

You let go, allowing yourself to be swept up in the delightful feeling his tongue brought you as it expertly prodded around your glistening folds. "That's it, baby. You're doing such a good job," you commended him. You smiled down at him, whimpering and licking your lips.

"Ma'am, you taste so sweet," Chris softly replied right before taking his hand out of his pants and placing his middle finger at your entrance. "I'm gonna make you feel so good," he smirked up at you, sinking his digit into your hole.

He noted how tight you felt wrapped around just one finger. He couldn't keep himself from fantasizing about how your pussy would feel encasing his cock.

He went back to delicately licking your clit while he worked his curled finger into your heat, pulling it almost all the way out and pushing it back in again. You loved the way it felt, but it left your core aching for more.

"Chris.. I need something else from you, sweetie," you responded, looking down lovingly at the obvious bulge in his jeans. "What do you need from me?" He sweetly asked, resting his cheek on the inside of your thigh and peering up at you, eager to serve you in any way he could.

You loved his subordinate nature, his obedient tone, and his enthusiasm about doing anything for you that you wanted him to. "Let me ride you, sweet boy," you requested, playing with his hair. "Oh, yes, ma'am. I thought you'd never ask," he softly whined, hypnotizing you with his desperate eyes.

You unhooked your leg from the boy's shoulder, and when he stood up, you placed your pointer finger on his chest and lightly pushed him back. He bent to your will, allowing your gentle shove to subdue him onto your sofa. He sunk into the furniture and pulled his dick out of his waistband once more, presenting it to you in all its glory. It was still incredibly hard.

You straddled him, sticking your breasts in his face, and he eagerly took one of your nipples into his mouth. You grabbed onto his cock, holding it in place, so you could lower yourself onto it. You gasped as you enveloped the tip, and you let out a delighted sigh as you sat all the way down on it. Chris moaned against your breast, relishing in the sensation of having your heat wrapped around him.

He placed his hands on your waist so he could feel every intricacy in the way you rolled your hips forward, grinding on him as you rode him. You slid up and down on his rod with ease, becoming increasingly wet. "You're so big," you complimented him, feeling the way his dimensions filled you snugly, and he blushed at your praise.

You reached between your legs and started drawing tight circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves while you maintained your stamina. "Ma'am, this is the best tip I've ever received," Chris whimpered, breathlessly. "I'd have to say the same," you smirked down at him. A few subtle whimpers escaped the boy's lips as you sped up your pace.

Chris' eyes started to roll back, but you gently tugged onto his ear, and whispered, "Look at me while you cum, sweet boy." He weakly nodded at you, his expression drenched in sheer lust and his facial features making it apparent to you how good you were making him feel.

"I'm so lucky I got you as my pizza delivery boy," you moaned, looking into his eyes. "Respectfully, ma'am, I think I'm the lucky one," he whimpered, furrowing his brow and digging into your sides with his fingertips.

"You've been such a good boy. Why don't you cum for me, sweetie?" You cooed, recognizing how close he was and how badly he needed this. "Inside?" He politely clarified. "Yes, Chris. Fill me up," you responded, nodding at him. "Yes, ma'am," he replied, letting all his muscles relax as his orgasm washed over him like a rising tide.

His climax ebbed and flowed through him. His cock twitched inside of you, pumping you full of his seed until it started leaking down his length and making a mess on his jeans. He was incredibly sensitive, but he waited patiently until your orgasm followed shortly after.

"Oh, Chris," you called out in a sultry moan as you clenched around him, finishing onto his rod and adding to the mess of fluids that were leaking onto his lap. The pace of your fingers on your clit slowed down as well as the movement of your hips until you finally came to a halt. You smiled down at Chris, pulling him into one more intense kiss and overwhelming his tastebuds with notes of red wine.

You climbed off of him, and started to slip back into your clothes. He admired your body one last time as you covered back up, taking a few moments to recover from the powerful sensation. His chest rose and fell as his breathing began to regulate itself, and he tucked himself back into his jeans, pulling his zipper closed, buttoning them back up, and buckling his belt.

You reached into your wallet again, pulling out $150, the amount Chris told you he would've made had he worked the rest of his shift, and you tucked it into his pocket. "Ma'am. Do you think I'm some kind of hooker or something? I can't accept money for sex," he smiled at you, pulling his work shirt back on over his head.

"You were on the job. I'm only paying you for your valuable time. We just so happened to have sex," you shrugged, winking at him while you did up the buttons on your silky pajama top. He shook his head, ready to decline your money offer.

"Come on, if you had trouble making rent this month because I got greedy and wouldn't let you leave, I'd feel just awful," you seductively said, tilting his chin up with your finger. "Even if you just spend it on weed," you winked at him. He chuckled and rolled his eyes in response.

"I can't wait to leave you a good review. Let everyone in town know how filling the Italian sausage is."

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[goldenbuckyyy]

LOVER

Summary: An inside look into the happily ever after between you and Draco that is well deserved.

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2.3kish

Warnings: SMUT (!!), raw sex, synchronized orgasms, slight dirty talk, cream pie, making out, established relationship.. anything else?! Let me know!!

A/N: I had always been wanting to write this little epilogue for my favorite little story, Heather. Please read my previous post which is just an explanation into why I hadn’t posted in a while! I hope you enjoy this. Title inspo: “Lover” by Taylor Swift.

All mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other side nor this one. 

I appreciate any likes, reblogs, messages, and interactions. Please message me your thoughts! Love reading them. 🫶🏻

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“Shhhh, baby. You gotta be quiet,” your husband rasps into your neck, his deep voice sending goosebumps loose all over your skin, as he licks a small strip up to your chin as he proceeds to nibble on your bottom lip. His warm, soft hands touching your skin which makes you feel like you're burning underneath him. 

You clench your eyes together to try and make sense of all of the different sensations you’re currently feeling. 

A strangled moan chokes its way out of the back of your throat as he angles his hips upwards to go in deeper as you instinctively wrap one of your legs around his waist to give him better access. Your hands touch his soft skin around his waist as you hold onto him, gripping tightly into his flesh. 

Your bodies synching together like they always have. Even after all these years. No amount of time would ever come close to being enough. You’re always going to want more. 

More. More. More. 

Your husband steals your moans as he covers your mouth with his own, his lips moving against yours softly, and your arms wrap around his neck to pull him into you. One of your hands moves into his hair, tugging at the roots gently as his own hands move to grip onto your hips, and you both start moving together. Speeding up when you start feeling the familiar ache in your lower belly. 

You both pull away from each other's necks, smiling when you both notice the same reflexes, and you reach up to kiss your husband's sweet mouth once more. His thrusting only grows rougher and deeper, but still moves with caution and it makes your entire body erupt in chills as you both moan into each other's mouth when you climax together. 

Always together. 

Your toes curl into the bed as your husband continues to thrust into you, spilling himself completely into your warmth, and you peck his lips a couple times as he leans his forehead against yours. Both letting out loud pants and small giggles. A cheeky grin overtakes his face as his eyelashes flutter against his creamy skin. 

His beautiful silver eyes meet yours as he kisses the tip of your nose and then he slowly pulls out of you which makes you whine at the loss of contact and he flips down next to you. He chuckles deeply as he rubs his chest, which is moving rapidly as he comes down from his orgasm, and his fingers brush against your breast. 

His fingers caress your naked skin around your chest, “God, I love you. I love how we’re still in sync even after all this time.” 

“So do I,” you whisper back sweetly to him as you reach over to him to kiss his cheek, which makes him flush like he always does, and you slowly start getting off the bed. You use the bedside table to steady yourself as you stand up. 

“It’s starting already?” He yells after you as you speed walk into the master bathroom that you are so incredible thankful for at this second because you feel like your bladder is about to burst. 

“Shush,” you exclaim back with a giggle as you proceed to finally sit down on the toilet and have yourself a wee. Your entire body relaxes at the feeling and you look down at your protruding belly. 

Three months to go. 

You reach over to grab your belly oil and rub it all over your stomach as you relax for a second. You almost jump off the seat when you hear your husband's voice from the door. 

“You’re a sight, my love.” 

“Draco!” You exclaim with an eye roll as you watch him watching you. He stands against the bathroom door, leaning against it, still naked, and you let yourself take in his body in its full glory. 

You take a minute to admire his muscular posture with his lean frame. You admire his creamy, milky skin which is covered in bruises. Which were caused by your mouth. Always leaving them everywhere because you absolutely loved to mark him up. You always made sure they were in places that could be hidden underneath his Auror robes. 

He still brought up the one time you accidentally marked him above the collar mark and everybody teased him for weeks until it faded away. Especially since Draco never used glamour charms on his skin. 

You admire his long legs with his equally long torso and you loved how tall he was. He always made you feel safe and secure in his arms. You lick your own lips as your eyes land on his valuable member. 

Your stomach tingles as he slowly strokes himself, still a bit hard for your morning activities, and you let out a laugh. 

“Stop it,” you demand as you clean yourself up and proceed to wash your hands. You stare at him from the mirror with a small smile. 

“Stop what?” He questions with a smirk as he goes to the toilet to do his own business. 

“I’m already pregnant with your sixth offspring because of that thing!” Your eyes looking wide at his cock in his hands. 

Draco lets out a loud, belly laugh that makes the corner of his eyes crinkle as he cleans himself up. “Technically it’s only your fifth pregnancy!”

“Don’t act like you don’t absolutely love it,” he whispers as he places a big kiss into your warm cheek causing you to giggle again. 

You leave him be as you walk into your shared walk in closet. You pull over a matching pair of baby blue knickers and a soft bralette. You wiggle your way into your comfiest pair of black leggings and soft knit white jumper. You slip your feet into your fuzzy gray slippers and start making your way down the hallway. Your ears are perking up trying to hear any signs that your kids are up.  

You start making breakfast the muggle way, thanks to Hermoine for teaching you, and you’re humming along to a song when the first sign of life invades your senses. 

You feel small hands sneak up on your belly as you smile brightly, pausing as you mix the eggs, and look down at bright gray eyes looking up at you. 

“Good morning, mummy!” Your little five year old daughter, Aries, whispers as she shows off her bright toothy smile. 

You bend to kiss her forehead as she giggles, “Good morning, my little angel. Where’s your brother?” 

She rubs your belly lightly as she then skips to her usual chair around the family table, “Brushing his teeth, mummy.” 

“Did you brush yours already?” You ask with a raised eyebrow and she giggles even louder. 

“Duh, mummy!!” 

Right on time, Aries' twin brother Phoenix, comes running down the hallway.. excessively loud and giggling as your oldest ten year old son, Scorpius is chasing after him. Your seven year old, Leo, is walking behind them slowly. Yawning and rubbing his eyes lazily as he trails into his seat at the table as he moans out a good morning to you and blows you an air kiss. 

“Be careful!!” You yell after them as Aries only watches them with a smile on her face as you continue cooking breakfast. You hear louder footsteps as Draco comes into the kitchen, ready for the day in his Head Auror robes, and holding your three year old daughter in his arms. 

He reaches you, pecking your lips sweetly as if you didn’t just spend the morning wrapped around him, and lets you kiss Lyra’s soft cheek as she smiles at you. Her tiny hand touches your hair slightly. 

Her eyes that match yours watch you as Draco walks away from you and tries to wrangle up all the kids for breakfast before he has to leave for work. 

The kids are all yelling, moving, and proceeding to sit in their favorite seats. You and Draco proceed to move in sync together as you both gather plates for the kids. Moving to fill each with cut up pancakes, scrambled eggs, cut up strawberries, and each kid getting their favorite drinks. You quickly make Lyra a yogurt bowl with extremely small slices of strawberries on the side and a cup of her favorite milk. 

Bumping hips and sneakily smiling at each other. 

Draco starts handing each one of your shared kids their own special plate and drink as you make your own plate along with your husbands. 

You set the plates down as you hand Draco’s hot coffee that’s under a stasis charm as he hands you a thankful smile and passes you your own cinnamon tea in your mug. 

The room is soon filled with loud children talking.  Scorpius and Leo arguing about what to do today after daddy gets home. Debating on if they should play quidditch or have a family movie night since it’s Friday. Which means daddy gets the weekend off. Aries and Phoenix are munching on their breakfast loudly and making silly faces at each other which causes them to giggle excessively at each other. Lyra sits in her high chair as she observes her siblings with a silly little smile on her face and trying her best to eat her yoghurt with her tiny pink spoon. 

Draco feeds her small bites of his own pancakes as Lyra happily accepts them. 

“What are your plans today, baby?” 

You hum as you finish your bite of food, “Hermoine and Pansy are coming over today. They say they want help with the wedding planning, but I think they’re having godchildren withdrawal.” 

Draco snickers at that with a slight eye roll, “Of course they are. Our children are the best.” 

You smile at him, “So, Pansy told Theo and now he’s coming over with the kids as well.” 

Draco nodded his head, “I’m sure Potter is happy about that.” 

“Anything to get Theo away from his nesting habits and begging Harry for another baby,” you say with a soft smile as you think of your best friends. 

Draco scoffs and rolls his eyes playfully, “I’m sure his baby fever will end once he sees your pregnant belly and our adorable Lyra. Didn’t they just adopt baby Sirius?” 

“Baby Sirius is going to be four already! Then Lily and James are already Scorpius age. Theo is just scared of empty nesting, but Harry says he wants to wait until this big case he’s dealing with passes.” 

Draco hums in agreement, “I wish we were like that.” And he proceeds to give you a soft teasing smile.  

You poke him with your fork and shake your head, “We have kids basically every two years, these twin girls are the last ones!” You eye him with an authoritative look. 

“Anything you say, my love.” 

“Do you think Hermoine and Pansy will ever adopt or have kids of their own?” You ask as you watch Lyra to make sure she’s eating. Draco doesn’t miss the tone of your voice at your question. 

“You’ve noticed the way Hermoine looks at your belly, huh?” 

“I have,” you reply softly. “It’s just.. Pansy always says she’s okay with just being a godmother, but ‘Min…” you trail off with a sad smile. 

Draco reaches over to your hand and squeezes, “I understand, trust me. Maybe get a second with Granger and just talk to her about what we’ve noticed.” 

“Maybe. I don’t want to overstep,” you say as you sip your drink. Scorpius is the first one that finishes eating and he quickly thanks you for breakfast with a kiss on your cheek as he moves to start washing the dishes. You admire your first born for a second and can’t help but love how much he looks like his father and how big he’s gotten. 

The same milky white skin with bright pale hair and even with the same matching gray eyes. His exact copy. Oh, you can’t help but tear up at how much you love your first baby boy. The first baby that made you a mother and taught you about a mothers love. 

The one who made you want a million more babies. 

Leo and Phoenix soon start helping clean up the plates as Draco helps Lyra get cleaned up. Aries helps him as you use your magic to clean up the table and Lyra’s high chair. 

You hum in contentment as you proceed to kiss the cheeks of all your kids. Scorpius blushes, Leo kisses you back, Phoenix and Aries giggle, and Lyra pulls you in to attack you with kisses and hugs. Draco soon jumps into all the loving before he has to floo to work. 

Draco piles all the kids into his arms as he squeezes them into his arms and then tells them to go play before their cousins come over. 

He gently pulls you into his arms as one of his hands slips underneath your jumper to rub your belly as he kisses your lips sweetly. The feeling of his lips on your sends sparks all over your body like it always does and you savor his taste. 

“I love you,” you whisper into him as he smiles against your lips. 

“I love you more,” he whispers back with a couple more pecks against your smiling mouth. 

“Be careful and I’ll see you soon,” you kiss your lips one more time as he steps into the fireplace. 

“Always am, my love. And I’ll be counting down the minutes,” he says with a wink as he grabs a handful of floo powder and calls out his location. He bursts into green flames and your hearing soon fills with the sounds of your children’s giggles and loud voices playing together.  

You take a moment to take it all in. 

Loving the same boy… now man for as long as you can remember. The amazing life you both have built. It was never easy and there have been many hardships, but it was incredibly worth it. 

What a beautiful life you both had built slips into your mind as you smile to yourself in pure bliss. 

[soap-ify]

nsfw below , MDNI

just thinking about how johnny catches you listening to one of those porn audios.

cw fem!reader, HORRIBLE ATTEMPT AT SCOTTISH ACCENT, filming a nsfw audio, ass smacking (he LOVES ass), pussy easing, p in v, just pure filth — 1.4k words.

johnny saw you on the couch inside the small, cozy apartment you both lived in, your cheeks warm due to blood rushing to them while your fingers mindlessly fiddled with the hem of your shorts, eyes darted elsewhere — purely lost in your thoughts. your earphones were nicely snug in your ear, your breathing a bit heavy and quick while your phone was placed upside down on your lap, causing him to get very curious. just what could be riling you up so much?

he sneakily got behind you, leaning in a bit closer. that's when he heard some muffled sounds coming from your earphones — familiar noises of moans and skin slapping against one another. his brows knitted in amusement, a wolfish grin plastering on his lips as he stared at your side profile, unnoticed by you. dirty little minx, he thought to himself.

he swiftly removed your earphones from your ears, causing you to flinch in surprise and look at him, eyes widening up. "j...johnny?" you squeaked out in embarrassment, trying to squirm away though his rough hands had already caught your wrists, effortlessly pulling you onto his lap.

"didnae ken my lass liked to listen to that filthy stuff." he chuckled cheekily, his hands letting your wrists go and instead grabbing onto your waist, making you properly sit on his lap, chests pressed against one another.

you whined in protest, feeling too exposed due to your boyfriend catching your little secret. "i-i wasn't!" you blatantly lied, already regretting it once his hand came in contact with your plush ass, smacking it through the fabric of your shorts.

"shut it." he growled into your ear, lightly nipping on your earlobe, causing you to shiver on his lap. both of his hands began to fondle your soft ass, his face burying into the crook of your neck, warm breath fanning against your skin.

"say... wanna try makin' one of 'em with me?" he grinned.

-

that's how you found yourself inside your shared bedroom, clumsily balanced on your knees and hands, all bare and shivering due to the cool air from the air conditioner caressing your skin. johnny was behind you, knelt down on the bed while his rough hands held your hips in place, face buried in between your legs, mouth latched onto your puffy clit as he nibbled on it gently, earning soft whimpers from you.

he was recording it all. an audio recording app was turned on his phone, which was placed on the nightstand. the audio quality may turn out to be crappy in the end, but he didn't fucking care.

"all mine, eh?" he muffled against your cunt, fingernails digging into your plush skin while his tongue licked long stripes on your aching folds, sucking and slurping, making obscene noises as if he was a starving man eating his last meal. when you nodded shyly in agreement, he clicked his tongue and raised his right hand to gently smack your ass. "use yer words, lassie. want 'em all to hear ye moanin' like the needy wee thing ye are." he sneered.

"mmh—! yeah, all yours, johnny..." you managed to moan out, eyes all glossy with unshed tears due to how insanely filthy yet good it felt. after all, you would have never thought even in a million years that you would film one of those dirty audios. but here you are now.

he chuckled under his breath, continuing to work on your cunt — rolling your sensitive clit with his tongue and sucking on it gently while his nose was pressed against your entrance in this position, your legs trembling profusely, indicating your arriving orgasm.

"johnny—! so close, please..." you pathetically sobbed, your torso slumping down as you buried your face against the soft pillow, squelching sounds of your cunt being eaten out filling up the room.

johnny didn't stop, continuing to use his tongue on your puffy clit until you couldn't take it anymore, clenching around nothing as you came hard with a whiny moan, body convulsing in pleasure as your sweet cum dripped onto his tongue, causing him to groan in satisfaction, hungrily lapping it all up and tasting it. "fuck— so tasty, eh? ye love me eatin' ye out, right? love my tongue playin' with yer clit, shoving it in yer tight hole. fuckin' filthy." he chuckled softly as he pulled away from your cunt, chin wet with your juices, speaking so lewdly and words descriptive for the goddamn audio you both were filming.

you sniffled, ass still raised up while your chest rose and fell, hair sticking to your face as your head tilted back to look at him, seeing that shit-eating grin on his lips. "yes, johnny..." she babbled out, mind foggy from the pleasure.

"aw, look at ye. all mushy now." johnny cooed softly, pressing soft kisses on the back of your thighs, his stubble tickling your skin, causing a relaxed sigh to leave your lips. his hands would slowly tug down his sweatpants alongside his briefs, freeing his girthy cock that was already swollen with need, tip angrily flushed red and smeared with his precum.

"god... got my cock all hard. that's what ye do t'me, lassie..." he breathed out, shifting behind you so his cock was now aligned with your slick folds, his hands holding onto your waist. he would lean forward, nudging the tip of his cock with your entrance. earning a muffled noise from you.

"hush, easy..." he grunted, gently pushing the tip of his cock into your tightness, shuddering at the way your walls instantly clenched around him, trying to suck him in. "such a needy wee thing ye are, tryin' to suck my cock in with your tight cunt. been waitin' for this all day, huh? been imaginin' me fillin' ye up as ye listened to those audios of yers?" he licked his bottom lip, gently pushing his length around you. he was so fucking thick, shaft stretching your cunt nice and wide. once he was fully inside you, he let out a groan of pleasure, hand reaching out to gently caress the back of your head, royal blue eyes adoring the arch of your back.

you moaned sweetly once he began thrusting his cock in and out of your, tip slamming against your cervix without even trying. filthy slippery noises filled up the bedroom, air thickening up as his hips rutted against yours, your walls fluttering around him.

"johnny—! mmph..." your words soon turned into incomprehensible babbles, face nuzzled against the pillow while your drool dampened the fabric up, your hands clutching onto the sheets beneath you. felt so fucking good. each thrust made your eyes roll back, lips part open while he bullied his girthy cock into you, feeling it twitch inside your wetness.

"bloody hell... so close, lassie. want me to fill ye up?" he groaned, earning a quick nod from you. his grip tightened on your waist as he maintained the deep, sensual thrusts of his cock, one hand reaching in between your legs to fiddle with your aching clit. you were so close too to another orgasm, tongue slightly stuck out as loud whimpers left you.

soon your climax had hit you again, even more mind-numbing then before as you squeezed around his girth hard, a white ring forming around his shaft. he groaned in pleasure, that tight squeeze driving him to edge as waves of pleasure hit him like a truck, his balls tightening up before he released his thick ropes of cum inside your poor cunt, a shaky moan escaping his lips.

his thrusts slowed down but didn't stop yet, gently pushing the cum in and out of you, watching some of it drip down and stain the sheets. he will have to clean it later.

"fuckin' gorgeous... did so good f'me." he panted heavily, his fingers running through your hair as you tilted your head to look at him again, eyes all teary and lips wet from drool, cheeks flushed — looking all fucked.

he carefully slipped out of you, gently cupping your face in his hands as his lips met yours, kissing you with so much care. he grabbed his phone after that, grinning in victory as he stopped the recording. "gonna upload it later." he laughed teasingly, causing you to giggle sheepishly, trembling hands weakly swatting against his chest.

-

it was safe to say that the filthy audio you both had made had blown up on reddit, and it only encouraged johnny even further to make more of these with you.

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC’s Lucien - Fragment Date - English Translation

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

[Warning]: The content of this date is pretty explicit and may not be suitable for individuals under the age of 17 (CN server). It is recommended that those who do not meet this age requirement refrain from proceeding beyond this point.

He traces a trail of delicate nibbles along my neck, kissing the path where life itself flows.

I feel those affectionate yet slightly demanding marks being etched again and again. For some reason, I find myself speaking without thinking.

"Bite me, Lucien."

Translation under the cut!

[T/N: This date references some dates in the past; like his Prison Date, Monochrome Scenery Exclusive Past and its Event Story,  “Lab Koi” call, his Last year’s Birthday Story, and The Sea No Longer Distant MQ. Since this date has a lot of callback, I think it’d be better if you read those dates, events, and phone calls first if you haven’t :>; or at least the MQ and birthday story one because this date is also some kind of extension to those]

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[Transcript Ver]

=[Part 1]=

I wake up to the faint whirring of the fan and the subtle scent of a fruity fragrance lingering in the air. I turn over in bed, slowly blinking my eyes open.

The brilliant sunlight filters through the lace curtains, casting iridescent patches of light that dance playfully across Lucien's body.

He sits in a rattan chair by the window, flipping through a book in his hand. An exquisite purple clay tea set rests on a side table nearby.

For a fleeting, dreamlike moment, I feel like I've traveled back to the 1970s.

As if sensing my gaze, Lucien turns his head, and a hint of a smile appears in his eyes as he looks at me.

Lucien: It seems a certain lady hasn't adjusted to the time difference yet.

Lucien: It is now noon in U.S. time.

My foggy brain finally starts to turn sluggishly. I leave the bed, drag a chair over to sit beside him and yawn again.

MC: It can't be helped. It's already the wee hours in Loveland City.

Lucien: [teasingly] Oh? But as I recall, a certain night owl sometimes doesn't go to bed obediently even at those hours.

MC: [pouts] ....Hmph, you're one to talk, Mr. I-Don't-Need-Sleep!*

[T/N: MC actually calls him 进化了睡眠的人 here, which literally means “evolved sleep people”, it might be referring to him seemingly have evolved beyond the need of sleep😂]

Lucien: I've been quite well-behaved lately, haven't I? And when it comes to sleep duration, well, let's just say you're the ‘expert’.

Lucien blinks at me innocently, and I quickly take a sip of the tea he offers, hoping he won’t delve deeper into this topic.

A sweet and sour sensation blooms in my mouth. Perhaps there are other unknown herbs added, as I also detect a hint of honeyed sweetness.

✂———————–

=Flashback start=

Ten hours ago, in the dim and quiet cabin, the only sound was the occasional soft tapping of a keyboard from the seat next to me.

I lifted a corner of my eye mask and leaned closer.

MC: It's time for sleep, Professor Lucien. Didn't you say the seminar doesn't start until next week? We arrived three days early.

Lucien: That's true, but I don't plan to use this time for conference preparations.

Lucien: After all, a certain classmate expressed a desire to take this opportunity to visit my lab from my master's and Ph.D. days. I want to dedicate my time fully to you without any interruptions from other matters.

Beyond his words, I sensed other emotions in his earnest tone.

MC: [curiously] Is our Professor Lucien nervous because I'm going to visit the places where you once studied and lived?

Lucien: Yes.

He admitted it frankly, his eyes lit up as he looked at me.

Lucien: That place is very important to me.

Lucien: This feeling is like... inviting you to step into a chapter of my past.

Lucien: It should be a proper occasion, something worth your anticipation.

=Flashback end=

✂———————–

As I step out the door, a wave of heat washes over me. Thankfully, the house is nestled among the trees, providing some relief from the sweltering heat.

Lucien leads me down the stone steps, deeper into the verdant greenery. The lively apple trees grow abundantly, and even the breeze seems to carry a sweet fragrance.

The bed-and-breakfast he booked is located within Carver Estate Farm, not far from the lab. Since it's still early, we decided to take a stroll in the farm's orchard first.

MC: Now I finally feel like I'm truly on an American farm—

Lucien: The furniture and decor in that room can indeed be a bit misleading.

Lucien: That said, the radio and clock in the living room are just decorative pieces, and the stainless steel kettle in the kitchen is also fixed to the table.

Lucien: As for the fan and the TV, including the sewing machine, they actually work and can somewhat be considered "antiques.”

MC: When did you…

Lucien: [chuckles] The wait while you're asleep feels endless*, so I have to keep myself busy.

[T/N: Lucien uses the word "难熬" (literally means hard to bear) to describe his feelings while waiting for MC to wake up. Rather than feeling annoyed, the original sentence conveys a sense of longing and impatience, emphasizing how much he misses her so the wait feels unbearable]

Seeing him speak so seriously, I can't help but give his palm a gentle pinch.

Lucien: To be honest, I was a bit curious. I didn't expect the owner to maintain this style, or rather, deliberately preserve it.

MC: Have you been here before?

Lucien: Mm, Dr. Lawson brought the entire lab here before.

✂———————–

[T/N: Dr. Lawson was Lucien's mentor during his Master's and PhD years, in those years Lucien also had some seniors like Colt, Caroline, and Elliot. You can read more in Monochrome Scenery Exclusive Past. It can be said that the time during his Master’s and PhD years was the 'happiest' for him, after he abandoned his name and before he met MC. This young boy discovers that he’s not the only genius in this world. Surprisingly, this isn’t a bad thing; because being considered a genius had previously isolated him from his peers, but being surrounded by other geniuses provides him with a taste of mundane life… although he can’t fully taste it due to Black Swan’s pressure :"]

✂———————–

=[Part 2]=

Lucien: I remember it was autumn. We had just finished a phase of our experiment.

Lucien: The process of this experiment was very prolonged, and almost everyone expended a lot of effort. Fortunately, the results exceeded expectations.

Lucien: As a celebration, or perhaps simply out of a need for a break, Dr. Lawson suggested an outing after the experiment concluded.

MC: Sounds like a team-building activity?

Lucien: [chuckles] You could say that.

Lucien smiles lightly.

Lucien: At first, we all thought it would just be a matter of finding a nice restaurant, having a meal and chatting, or going to the theater to watch a performance.

Lucien: It wasn't until everyone received an email from Dr. Lawson that we realized we had been granted a mandatory five-day vacation. And the destination was this very farm estate.

MC: Pfft, Dr. Lawson is quite ceremonious about giving everyone a day off~ So, did everyone just obediently accept the arrangement?

I notice Lucien pausing, lost in thought, which is unusual for him. Then, a smile spreads on his lips.

Lucien: [chuckles] Not exactly.

Lucien: Eventually, everyone practically treated this place as a lab annex, almost bringing in equipment. Fortunately, the farm owner was an old friend of Dr. Lawson's, so we weren't kicked out.

MC: Hahaha, I knew it!

As we walk deeper into the apple orchard, the intertwined branches and leaves block out the sunlight, creating a vast expanse of shade. Vibrant red apples dot the lush greenery, looking especially tempting.

Lucien: The farm owner is an elderly Chinese gentleman. It's said that he and his wife came here to live when they were young, and this apple orchard was also planted by them with their own hands.

MC: No wonder. I think I suddenly understand why the house's decor feels so nostalgic.

Lucien: Perhaps it's precisely because they've been away for so long that they need tangible things to solidify those memories.

The swaying shadows of the trees dance in his deep eyes, and even though he's talking about someone else, I feel like I'm hearing unspoken words meant for himself.

So I rise on my tiptoes and cup his face, turning it towards me.

MC: So today, little Lucien is revisiting his old stomping grounds~ And as such an accomplished young professor, no less!

MC: This memory is very precious, and it's important to solidify it well.

Lucien: Is that so?

His voice is soft as he lowers his eyelashes and gazes into my eyes.

I feel like my entire being is almost seen through by him. He doesn't say a word, just keeps looking at me.

MC: Why are you staring at me?

Lucien: [chuckles] I'm solidifying this memory.

MC: Um?

Lucien: Because I'm not just here by myself.

Lucien: Today, I'm revisiting this place with my girlfriend. I want to look closely, carefully, and remember your appearance clearly.

I can't help but laugh, my fingertips brushing against his earlobe.

MC: Then how about remembering a bit more~ What else did little Lucien do here?

Lucien: I ate the apples.

MC: ....That doesn't count!

Lucien: Of course it counts. To be precise, it was an apple feast, with apple pie, apple muffins, apple salad, apple stew…

MC: Stop...! You're making me dizzy just looking at these apple trees now.

MC: I feel like they're saying to me, "I'm apple pie, I'm apple muffin…”

I dramatically shake my head and point to the huge fruits hanging above us.

Lucien seems amused by my actions. Seizing the moment, he smoothly takes my hand and plucks the apple hanging closest to us.

Lucien: [chuckles] Then let's eat them all, one by one.

He finishes speaking and even "conjures" a thin blanket from his bag, spreading it on the ground. He pulls me, who is still processing the moment, to sit under the tree.

His seamless actions leave me completely unable to keep up with him, and my questions come out in a jumble.

MC: C- Can we just pick the apples here? And sit down like this? And this blanket…

Lucien: I told you waiting for you to wake up feels endless, and I wasn't lying.

He looks as if he knows I can't do anything about him, and his tone, though seemingly aggrieved, is full of triumph.

We sit side-by-side under the tree, falling into a brief silence. The wind gently blows, as if not wanting to disturb this tranquility.

Lucien & MC: What are you thinking about?

Suddenly, we speak at the same time, and the unexpected coincidence makes us look at each other and laugh.

MC: You go first~

Lucien: I was wondering if an apple might fall on my head.

He says it so seriously that I find it rather cute. On a whim, I get up, pluck an apple, and then gently tap him on the head.

MC: Knock knock…

Lucien seems surprised by my action, the light in his pupils flickers.

Lucien: [gently] What about you?

MC: Me…

I smile sheepishly.

MC: I thought of a fairy tale, Prince... Snow White.

Lucien: But that's not how I remember the story?

MC: Because… this is a story I imagined!

Lucien nods thoughtfully, not minding my nonsense at all, but instead curving his eyes in a good mood.

Lucien: Then in your story, who are you?

This question stumps me for a moment, and I pause to think seriously before answering.

MC: I'm the magic mirror.

Lucien: Because the magic mirror knows everything?

MC: [smiles softly] Not really, it's because the magic mirror only looks at...the prince.

MC: And if I were the magic mirror, I wouldn't need you to ask, I'd tell you that—

MC: Lucien is the most handsome, the most intelligent, the most amazing, and the person I love the most in this entire world.

My voice is not loud, yet it feels like the entire orchard of apples has heard it. Their already gorgeous red blushing even deeper, making their vibrancy impossible to conceal.

My clamorous heart seems to be thoroughly exposed by the sun, allowing me to distinctly feel its beating and clearly see the smile filling Lucien's eyes.

He lowers his head, takes a bite of the apple in his hand, and lies down without hesitation.

Our hands, which have been holding each other all along, pull me slightly forward because of his sudden movement.

MC: …!

Lucien lies lazily on the plush blanket, each strand of hair scattering softly, as if quietly outlining his innermost feeling at this moment.

His already loose shirt falls open completely, revealing a patch of skin.

He gently blinks and the corners of his lips slightly curl up.

Under the scorching heat, the apples hanging from the branches exude an even more enticing fragrance.

The wind gathers from afar, wave after wave, sweeping through the villa, the woods, and each apple tree, carrying an increasingly rich scent toward us.

His fingertip traces mine, gently caressing the sensitive skin between my thumb and index finger.

It's like some kind of seduction.

Lucien: [whispers hoarsely] Miss Magic Mirror, I've been poisoned.

His voice is soft as if melting into the sunlight, yet it possesses a bewitching power that makes one willingly lean closer to him.

Lucien: You can kiss me now.

✂———————–

[T/N: Prince Snow White and Miss Magic Mirror… it’s a reference to his second Halloween date; Prison Date! Also, I love the way it seamlessly fits in the theme of ‘lover is like a mirror’ from last year's kiss SP; Blooming Amidst Turbulent Desires MQ... perhaps by seeing your lover's eyes you can see the real and complete you :”. And unique to Lucien, it could be that only through seeing his reflection in her eyes can he perceive the colorful version of himself]

✂———————–

=[Part 3]= 

After buying some apple cookies at the farm store and making a reservation for apple cider making tomorrow, we drive to Dr. Lawson's lab.

The asphalt road under the shade of the trees glistens in the summer light. In the distance, sailboats glide on the river and people cycle along the riverbank.

Perhaps it's due to the fluttering anticipation in my heart, but the half-hour drive feels like it's over in the blink of an eye.

✂———————–

Lucien: Dr. Lawson is giving a lecture in London this week, and the current head of the lab is my senior, Colt. After graduation, he stayed on to continue the research.

Lucien: But he happens to be leading a group of students in an academic exchange with another lab today…

Lucien pauses for a moment, moves the gift bag he just placed on the desk to the side, and takes a sticky note off the computer screen.

Lucien: [quietly reading the sticky note] …..

He waves the sticky note at me, and I can clearly see the lively handwriting on it: "Enjoy: )".

Lucien: It seems like no one will be back today. In that case, let's graciously accept this invitation to enjoy ourselves.*

[T/N: "恭敬不如从命" means “it's more respectful to follow a request than to decline it out of politeness.” In this case, rather than refusing Colt's invitation, they graciously accept and agree to enjoy the day as requested]

✂———————–

The white walls make the spacious corridor even brighter. Along the way, the walls of classrooms and laboratories are adorned with various awards and patent certificates.

It seems that just by passing through, one can feel countless figures with unceasing footsteps, moving forward persistently and rationally, knocking on one unknown door after another.

✂———————–

Lucien: The desk by the window was the place I most often sat in the lab. Because I always sat there, it eventually became my ‘workstation’.

Lucien: Even if I arrived late, everyone would save this seat for me;

Lucien: [chuckles] But I don't really have a fixed seat in the library. I've never known if those people who are already looking up information early in the morning are actually early risers or if they just never went to bed;

Lucien: Occasionally, when the weather was nice, professors would take us out to the lawn for class;

Lucien: This vending machine used to swallow coins. I wonder if it's been fixed…

Lucien leads me through the corridor, past the small garden, into classrooms, laboratories, and the library…

Perhaps even he himself hasn't realized it, but returning here has made him happy.

It's in the little things he doesn't even realize he's doing: the way his steps quicken without him noticing, the instinctive caress of his fingertips against my palm, the soft murmurs he makes when he notices something different from his memories.

And even the hint of joy as he reveals those past memories with me.

He leads me by the hand through every nook and cranny of this place, making me feel as if I'm walking through his youth.

Finally, we arrive at the dormitory building. 

Lucien: Generally, everyone lives here. They're mostly single rooms, so you have a lot of privacy.

MC: I remember you mentioned it before, so is this the common lounge area?

In this not-so-large space in front of us, several sofas and coffee tables are neatly arranged, and the bar counter displays simple everyday items.

Lucien: Mm, usually everyone relaxes here while waiting for experiment results. Occasionally, we also play a round of NOU.

MC: Pfft, I didn't expect this kind of leisure activity.

Lucien: [chuckles] To be precise, it's a traditional activity.

Sensing an interesting topic, I quickly shake his hand and press for more details.

MC: What else? What other things do you do?

Lucien thinks for a moment, then suddenly smiles.

Lucien: There's actually one interesting thing.

Lucien: In the past, before important experimental results were concluded, everyone would tacitly let a certain colleague touch the experiment machine a few more times, and then pray to it.

Lucien: And often, the results wouldn't be too bad, and there was a high probability of exceeding expectations.

MC: Hahaha, so he's the ‘lab koi’ you were talking about!

[T/N: It’s a reference to the  “Lab Koi” call from last year!]

Lucien nods, the warm white light tracing the contours of his face, making his features appear even softer.

I can hear the nostalgia in his voice that he unintentionally revealed, and I know that he might be thinking about a lot of things at this moment.

I'm reluctant to break this brief silence*, my gaze subconsciously drifting towards this lounge, as if I could catch a glimpse of the genius boy who had once been here.

[T/N: The phrase "不舍得" (bù shě de) expresses a reluctance or unwillingness to part with something precious or cherished. While the English translation "reluctant" conveys the general idea, it might not fully capture the way MC cherishes this rare moment of Lucien being so nostalgic that she's reluctant to break🤧]

Suddenly, my attention is drawn to the wall next to the bar counter.

It's a small display wall. Besides showcasing some achievement certificates of past researchers, there's also a handwritten message board and some photos.

It turns out there will always be someone who earnestly preserves and longs for the past, with all its time and traces.

I quickly find a familiar figure among them.

It's a slightly blurry photo, almost as if it were a frame grabbed from a video.

The boy surrounded by the crowds slightly widened his eyes, a bouquet of flowers was thrust into his arms as he let the others boisterously tease and laugh around him.

Lucien: [chuckles, his voice exclaims a little in surprise] ...So, I really was quite surprised back then.

Lucien quietly walks up behind me at some point, his gaze intently fixed on this photo.

The world is truly a wondrous place. It appears to operate according to established principles, yet it often defies logic.

Those emotions that he never understood in the past are now brought before him in some fateful way, regaining their meaning and significance.

Lucien gazes at the girl beside him, observing her happiness and surprise, witnessing all the beautiful emotions that have blossomed because of him.

But she has no idea that her existence has allowed him to see how beautiful the world is.

Lucien's gaze slowly returned to the photo.

Countless colorful ribbons flutter in the air, shimmering and sparkling. The colors, engraved with blessings and well-wishes, seem to transcend time, flowing into his eyes in this very moment.

He speaks softly.

Lucien: It turns out that day was actually so lively.

✂———————–

The last scene is about his Last year’s Birthday Story! He graduated with his PhD on his birthday. This graduation was celebrated by his seniors and professor. At that time, everything was monochrome in his eyes. However, visiting the place with MC and seeing his graduation photo with her brings color to a memory that was once only in black and white. He now realizes how lively and vibrant that day truly was.

✂———————–

=[Part 4]=

MC: Are you saying that Senior Brother Colt and Senior Sister Caroline being together was something specifically emailed to you?

Lucien gives a helpless smile.

Lucien: Their reasoning was that I'd receive the information faster by email, and it turns out they were absolutely right.

MC: Hahaha!

We walk back, laughing and chatting. Along the way, I listen to Lucien share stories from his past that he seldom opens up about, about the later developments of his companions, and their current situations.

Some things he tells me without much recollection, while others he needs to think about for a moment. But it seems that the process of remembering makes him a bit happier.

One intersection away from the farm, we pass by a market and stop to buy some food.

Lucien: I'll take the things to the car first, wait for me here.

MC: Okay~ I'll be right here at the market.

While waiting for Lucien to get the car, I notice a stall at the market.

A silver-haired grandma is engrossed in weaving bracelets, her stall filled with dazzling beaded ornaments that shimmer under the soft glow of the glass lamps.

Suddenly, an idea strikes me, and I walk towards the stall.

✂———————–

MC: Ah, it's so hot.

As soon as I enter the house, I hurriedly turn on the air conditioner and fan.

Although the temperature here is still quite pleasant compared to the summer in Loveland City, I’m probably still jet-lagged that I feel a little dizzy.

Struggling to fight the rising drowsiness, I sort and organize the purchased items with Lucien.

Lucien: How about having dinner at the farm's eco-restaurant tonight? That way you can sleep earlier and won't be too tired.

Lucien: Or should we go somewhere farther to try some local specialties?

MC: Either is fine with me~ But before we eat, I need to do something important first.

I arrange the washed apples in a fruit bowl and pull Lucien to sit down with me.

I fish the woven bracelet I bought earlier from the stall out of my pocket. I pull his arm towards me and carefully, with a sense of cherishing, fasten the bracelet around his wrist.

Lucien clasps my wrist in return, his gaze shifting from the bracelet to me, as if waiting for an explanation.

MC: It's just... I suddenly wanted to give you something.

MC: Maybe it's because I saw your photos in the lounge earlier, or maybe it's because I heard so much about your past today.

MC: Even though I knew what those days truly meant to you, it wasn't until I actually went there that I realized…

MC: Everything about Lucien has been well treasured.

He's looking at me, hanging on to my every word.

MC: I'm so lucky to have picked them up again and to have pieced them together with you.

MC: To let them become you, the complete person standing before me.

Gazing into his eyes and seeing the one and only figure reflected there, I feel surprisingly calm and settled inside.

I gently caress his wrist twice.

MC: You see, I tied this knot myself! And I picked out this little agate bead super carefully. Don't you think it's pretty?

MC: It can be like the apple that falls on your head and sparks inspiration or the one that tempts you to be curious about everything.

MC: But now, it is also the "apple" I am giving to you.

MC: [smiles softly] Lucien, I hope the present me can also become a special fragment, forever remaining in your memories.

Pinkish-purple hues gently paint the horizon, and a beam of light happens to fall in, illuminating the agate bead.

The smooth texture is brightly highlighted, making the color seem to dance, leaping into those beautiful dark eyes.

Lucien: [softly] Indeed… very vibrant.

Lucien: Like an apple.

As he says this, he looks at me, his brows and eyes curving into a beautiful arc, leaving me momentarily unsure of what exactly he's referring to.

MC: Then let’s go eat…!

My cheeks start to feel warm as I belatedly realize what he means, and as I try to rise from his embrace, an irresistible force pulls me back onto his lap.

The arm wrapped around my waist tightens slightly, deepening the embrace.

Lucien: [whispers seductively] Before that, I also have something important to do.

He lowers his head, kissing the little agate bead cherishingly, then gently moves his kisses to my fingertips resting on his wrist, his lips slowly trailing upward, inch by inch.

Each kiss is feather light and slow, as if he’s carefully tracing every detail, until every part of my skin is stained with his warmth.

Lucien: MC.

He gives my earlobe another gentle peck before pulling back slightly, creating a small distance between us.

Lucien: [softly] Today, I've felt the significance of those seemingly meaningless moments from the past.

Lucien: It turns out there are many other people in my dreams.

[T/N: This part is what I mean by the date being the extension of last month's MQ (The Sea No Longer Distant MQ). It can be said that on this date, Lucien finally understands what MC means in that MQ. It's like... growing a 'heart' and feeling emotions that he doesn't comprehend before. He's lucky to have many people willing to ‘dream’ together with him🥺]

His abrupt change of topic leaves me momentarily confused as if he’s speaking in riddles. It takes me a moment to catch up and understand what he’s talking about.

Memories of the beach from a month ago flood back. I look into those eyes that are still fixed on me, and I seem to see emotions in them that weren't there before.

Lucien: You're right. People are complex, and they're also greedy.

Lucien: Because of you, I've accepted many things, and as a result, I desire even more.

Lucien: I'm curious about what other changes I'll experience because of you, and what surprises you'll bring me.

Lucien: And besides curiosity, there's also expectation.

I tilt my head up and kiss the corner of his lips.

MC: Then keep being curious about me.

MC: I like that you're curious about me.

I reach out to touch Lucien's face, wanting to look more clearly into his eyes.

Lucien: [whispers softly] Miss Magic Mirror, can you tell me…

Lucien: In your eyes, what am I like at this very moment?

I can't help but laugh.

MC: Right now, your eyes are the color of the entire sky. They're so beautiful.

MC: Your hair is bestowed with the warm glow of the setting sun, looking soft and fluffy. Your lips…

As I talk, I give him another kiss.

MC: It makes me want to do this.

Lucien also starts laughing.

MC: Lucien, right now, everything about you is complete in my eyes, and I can see you clearly.

He leans down again, his warm and moist breath brushing against my neck as he kisses me, causing subtle tingling sensations on my skin.

I instinctively try to pull away, but as I reach out to hold onto the back of his neck, he firmly holds me in place.

My legs dangle, unable to find a foothold, forcing me to use all my strength to hook onto his lap, while my other hand blindly grabs onto the curtain.

The crimson sunset spills over us unrestrainedly. As if dazzled by the spots of light, Lucien lifts me towards him, shifting a little as he holds me.

Amid the rocking motion, his leg accidentally touches the nearby coffee table, making a noise.

The sudden weightlessness makes me instinctively tighten my arms, causing him to gently bite my collarbone.

His scorching breath brushes against my neck like a feather, his scent overwhelming and filling every corner. It mingles with the fruity fragrance in the air, creating an even more alluring aroma.

Out of the corner of my eye, the goldfish in the fish bowl seem startled as well, swaying and swinging, leaving behind two tangled and intertwined trails*.

The skin grazed by my fingertips starts to burn, and I'm getting hot too.

Lucien: [whispers hoarsely] MC, you make me feel a gentle gaze.

Right now, we probably can't see each other's expressions, but it's as if we can see everything.

His low, hoarse voice resonates against my neck, and his moving lips make my throat vibrate, as though his words and voice have become my own.

Lucien: [x2] Make me feel truly seen by you, deeply loved by you**.

Lucien: [x3] Make me… feel happy and satisfied.

He traces a trail of delicate nibbles along my neck, kissing the path where life itself flows.

I feel those affectionate yet slightly demanding marks being etched again and again. For some reason, I find myself speaking without thinking.

MC: Bite me, Lucien.

The rustling of clothes suddenly stops, and his breathing also ceases, as if he is holding his breath.

I know my face is burning bright red, but I only shyly embrace him, moving myself even closer to him.

MC: I've also been seen by you and possessed by you.

In the sweaty air, I hear his long, drawn-out breath.

But in the next moment, they are all swept into my lips and tongue, obtaining all my oxygen in a different way.

Lucien: [kisses and pants] It is because you possess me that I am complete.

Lucien: [x2] Please keep possessing me forever… MC.

Lucien: [x3] In this world, only you will possess this kind of me.

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———FIN———–

[T/N]

*: The fish in the bowl description might seem out of place, but it's not! It alludes to '鱼水之欢' (lit. 'the joy of fish and water'), which is a Chinese idiom that describes the joy and intimacy of sexual intercourse or the metaphor for the act itself. It's also an idiom that is a metaphor for the intimate and harmonious emotional or sexual life of men and women.

**: This is my favorite line in this because of the way it emphasizes Lucien's feeling of being understood and cherished 🤧 “看见" (kàn jiàn, to see) has the connotation of being acknowledged and truly understood. I think, for Lucien, being ‘seen’ and understood is significant; understanding the world is his thing as a scientist, so when someone makes an effort to understand him, it means a lot to him. Then the use of directly spoken “爱” (ài) which is a very, very sentimental word to say compared to how the west uses ‘love’ regularly… and the way it also encompasses a sense of enduring love, a sense of care, cherishing, and protectiveness🥺

Those last lines!!!!! Under her gaze, he feels utterly seen, completely known, and thus, entirely himself. It's because she possesses him fully that he feels complete. While others in his life may hold only fragments of him, she alone possesses his entirety. As the fox says in "The Little Prince," “But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world.” It is through her 'taming' that his completeness becomes something uniquely hers and hers alone.

And as Lucien mentioned in the Radio Broadcast Date, his form of possessiveness goes beyond one-sided control or dominance. Rather than just possessing her, he longs even more for her to possess him. To let her influence and 'change' him. Their possessiveness is a two-way thing: just as he is insatiable and wants all of her, he also craves to belong to the one he loves and to surrender himself entirely. After all, possessiveness is also a form of exceptional cherishing of the other party (his words in radio broadcast date, not mine), and he enjoys the feeling of being cherished and loved in this way.

[bettyfrommars]

The Boy is Mine (Betty's Version)

word count: 1.2k

18+MDNI, mature themes, getting high, allusions to smut, eating, nerds in love

The Scene: a romantic night at the trailer

My wee contribution for @carolmunson's writing exercise The Boy is Mine. I've never attempted a prompt like this before, and I usually write au's, so I wanted to give it a try. It's a quick little thing, I hope you enjoy 💚🚬

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“Have you ever tried a vanilla frosting covered pickle before?”

You held a big, fat dill up to the light and spooned a helping of frosting onto the tip before sticking the silverware in your mouth to lick it clean. 

Eddie slid in next to you at the kitchen counter, meeting your curious eyes over the offering in question.  “Is this you getting back at me for dumping all the raisinets in the popcorn last time?”

"Not at all. These were two of the four things left in your fridge," you stabbed it in his direction, making his eyes cross down the end of his nose.  “And you know I like raisinets in my popcorn.”

He frowned, thoroughly confused.  “I had vanilla frosting in my fridge?”

“That and a demonic voice asking for Zuul." Nibbling at the end, you chewed with your lips curled back like a bunny.

Eddie floated nearby, humming the Ghostbusters theme song, jutting his chin back and forth to the tune.  He paused to wave a hand in front of your face when you were unresponsive for too long, hovering as if your body might start contorting from the unnatural combination.  

“It’s not bad,” you nodded, fixing your eyebrows high. “Here, try it—-”

You charged forward, wielding the pickle.

“You are so stoned right now,“ he shuffled back, giggling.  Both pairs of eyes in the trailer that night were comically bloodshot.  

You missed your target and booped his cheek with it instead of his mouth, leaving a white glob there, eliciting a few dueling snorts of laughter.  

He took hold of your wrists, dancing you in a circle so that your back was against the wall, searching your face as he wet his lips.  “If you don’t stop, we’re gonna have a problem.” 

“I’ll give you a problem,” shifting forward, your foot tangled between his, making you stumble against his chest and drop what was in your hand. It landed with a weighty thunk and rolled into the shadows of the hall.

“Oh nooooooooo,” you turned to him, faces mirroring horrified shock, followed by a laughing jag so intense that no sound came out, each of you buckling at the knees.  

When you managed to regain some composure, he smooshed his chest into you with a hmfph, blinking butterfly kisses on your cheek with his lashes.

”Hey I’m—I’m sorry there’s not much in my fridge,” he murmured, lifting his head but averting his gaze.  “I’ll have more money this weekend.  I’ll make it up to you.”

“I’m not the one complaining about the food in this fine establishment,” you tucked his hair back behind his ears, and then you untucked it.  “But I’m glad we could feed the floor a pickle.”

“And what a treat for the floor that was,” he ran his thumb along your jawline.  “Shall I roll another one?”

You found his hand to intertwine your fingers.  “I don’t think I’ll be able to drive home if I have any more of Rick’s secret sauce weed.

At that, he held a finger up in the air, and then spun to flip open the lid of the lunchbox that was at the end of the counter. 

 “Well, that’s the thing.  You’re staying here with me tonight,” he put a rolling paper down and pinched some green from inside a clear baggie.  

The flat of your palm traveled up his spine as you rested your chin on his shoulder to watch him work his magic. Next to the lunchbox sat one of his small, spiral notebooks covered in doodles.

“I hate my bed when you’re not in it,” his hair hung down to shield his face as he concentrated.  “I hate this world when you’re not with me.”

Your teeth found the meat of his arm for a nibble, tasting the cotton of his t-shirt.  “That’s very romantic.”

“It’s just you and me, monkey,” he lifted his arm up so you could slide in next to him.  He lit the end and put it to your lips.  “Promise you’ll stay?”

You nodded on a tight inhale, holding the smoke in your lungs.  

“There’s ramen in the cupboard and we can split the last beer,” he talked while you exhaled, nuzzling his neck, feeling the vibration from his voice as he spoke. 

“I need a glass of water first,” you mumbled against his warm skin.

He passed you the joint and went over to the dish rack to pick up something.  “I ran out of, like, nice cups, is this okay?”

It was his class of ‘86 mug.

You gave a thumbs up and he filled it with water from the tap. “You know how much I went through to get this thing. Only the best for my liege.”

Something colorful on the sofa caught your eye and you left the kitchen to get closer, squinting at what you thought you saw.  “Where did that throw pillow come from?”

“Where did what come from?” 

“This,” you lifted up the white square edged with a floppy ruffle.  Someone had embroidered a raccoon on the front, and the raccoon was holding a Garfield mug. 

“Wayne’s new girlfriend, the one he practically lives with these days. She made it.” He spanked his palm on his hip with each step as he brought the mug over to you.  “It’s pretty cute, right?”

“I love it,” you ran your fingers down the embroidery, finding immense joy in the expression on the raccoon's face.  “Is this supposed to be Wayne? It looks more like you.”

“Aw, don’t say that,” his arms found you once again, pining you close to his side. “It’s not even true, don’t get my hopes up. If only I were so handsome.”  

After a few gulps of water, you put the pillow down and turned to slot a hand on the side of his neck. “Want me to start the noodles while you find us something to watch?”

“What sounds good?” He mumbled against your mouth, nudging your nose with his.  “I recorded that Sunday night movie you wanted to see, the one about the time travelers. But I’ve got some other stuff, Rick gave me a whole box of tapes he didn’t want.”

“You recorded Time Bandits for me? Wait, when did you get a VCR?”

“I didn’t,” he brought his head back, sucking in his lower lip, and then he opened up his arm, gesturing to the contraption under the TV.  “I mean, you can rent them now.  Stevie boy gave me a deal.”

The sides of your mouth quivered.  “Just so you could record my movie?”

“Well,” he shrugged, looking down to play with your fingers in his hand.  “I knew you’d be at work that night, so.”

The kiss that came next was deep and urgent, and it stirred a frenzy in both of you. In a few seconds, the mug was on the ground, and you were undressing each other, pulling shirts off so you could be as close as the confines of your bodies allowed.  

“Fuck the movie,” he mumbled, breathy against your mouth, unbuttoning your shorts while you undid his belt and pulled him onto the couch. 

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The next morning, limbs tangled up with Eddie on his bed, you were just stirring when you heard Wayne come home.  Eddie groaned, shifting to roll over and spoon you from behind while you listened absently to the sound of his uncle taking his boots off and dropping his keys on the counter from behind the closed door.  

Wayne took a few steps down the hall toward the bathroom, a pause, and then: “Son? Are you awake? Why is there a frosting covered pickle on the floor?"

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Smooches 💚

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"Sink your teeth in me"... // Heian!Sukuna x Reader

He just wants one... teeny tiny bite...

-!! Unsanitary, cannibalism used as a literal form for "love", slight body horror, food play (in a way), Sukuna is genuinely so kitten coded ┍━☽【❖】☾━┑

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He likes food-- eating is canonically his favorite pastime

So what if in the past he got a lil carried away, -- took a lil nibble, a quant chomp outta your flesh? He's entitled to that much, right? I mean, you should feel honored, the King of Curses deemed you as something fit to eat-- that doesn't just happen to anyone now

Back in the Heian Era, he may just stop by your humble abode from time to time, grace you with his presence like the benevolent creature he is.

You're all bloody, and it's not even yours. You feel sick, the tangy taste of bile boiling in the back of your throat, the metallic smell of blood invading your nose. You were going to be sick

But don't worry! Sukuna will be more than happy to clean you up himself-- he's just a nice guy like that.

The river? No, silly! His tongue is a much more adequate bath for you, -- and good thing he has so much of it. Embracing you, cleansing you of the stains of his sins, he'll hold you as he laps the blood from your skin. It may take quite a bit, only working from the top down, -- which is why you're in luck because it so happens that he can always just spawn more! Mouths on each of his four hands, latching on and suckling on tender skin wherever he grabbed, as if you were some fine candy. You yelp, feeling the large, wet mass of the mouth on his stomach. Usually just a simple slit in his torso, you vastly underestimated how big the thing actually was. Its tongue swipes out, licking its lips, smearing Sukuna's saliva all over his own stomach. He couldn't care less. The warm, pink muscle snakes out, swiping a long, wet line all the way up your back, ripping a shudder from your body. You were so slick with his spit, your skin had a watery sheen to it, -- god he was so sloppy with it, making such a huge mess of himself and you, but that was always half the fun, the obscene provocative nature of the act what made it so appealing in the first place. You were so pretty, skin all red and angry from him licking it raw, your entire figure littered with adoring marks. He just loved you like this, laid bare and shivering in his arms, dripping with his spit-- you were so vulnerable, so trusting to leave yourself in such a compromising position at his feet, perfect for the taking. He would ravish you.

He'll start with a lil' kiss, -- something cute. Just a wee lil' sample. Maybe you'll even get more than one, a trail of open-mouthed kisses along your neck down to your collarbone. You wouldn't mind if he took a little lick, right? Just like a kitten, little careful swipes of his tongue, licking up your spine. You just taste very sweet, he jus' wanna taste some of his beloved human some more, -- because he loves his darling fleshbag human. He adores you so, simply just indulge this for him. He'd start to take small nips at the soft flesh of your neck, his sharp, elongated canines teasing over your jugular..... nahh, he wouldn't do that to you. He'd relish in your slight spike of adrenaline at the immanent death poking at your windpipe-- he quite literally has you in his jaws, -- like a little rabbit in the jaws of a big bad wolf. He's practically drooling, thin strings of his saliva drip down into the crook of your neck. His breaths are long and almost labored, each exhale sending a resounding shudder throughout his body, pressed at your back. He's starving, you the five-course meal that's gonna fill this empty void of his stomach. Certainly, you can't deny him this, this tiny small thing. He takes the skin over your shoulders between his teeth, sucking softly. Just a lil' more, that's all he needs, just one more small bite, you're doing so well for him. Drops of blood peek out from the indents made from his sharp fangs, which he eagerly laps at. Just a lil' more... yeah, just like that, let him gnaw at your shoulder, -- you just taste so good he almost can't control himsel-- oh, there go your shoulder blades, whoops

He really didn't meaaaaaan to, honestly :( you're just so good- you can't blame him for getting carried away-- I mean, it is technically your fault for tasting so damn delectable. He wanted your heart, and he'd tear it out with his teeth if he had to. You just bring out that animalistic side in him, -- hunger is the main utility for survival, afterall. Even the most simplest of organisms have to feed on something. He loved you like a wolf, a ravenous wolf who just came across their next meal-- snarling and slobbering and so, so messy

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[dcptcnx]

Mirror, Mirror

pairing: Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x Fem!Reader

warnings: SMUT, MIRROR SEX! I SWEAR IT. 🔞🔞 MINORS DNI OR I'LL BITE YA

wc: 1.9k

a/n: i have not written smut in like 2 years, i am so very fucking sorry for this garbage ;(

You knew it was coming. The way you both were teasing each other, the stares, the ghosting of touch. You kept igniting a flame within him, only to snuff it out. But not this time.

Soap was bigger than you, his muscles making his shirts seem so impossibly tight, his pants hugging just low enough that you can’t help but lick your lips as your gaze darts down his body. His hands, albeit calloused, toned that you just practically want them on you and in you. And he knew.

Following you to your shared room, the moment the door opened, he was adamant on making you quiver. Closing the door with a noted ‘click’, his hands immediately rush to grab your arms, holding you gently, but firmly as to not let you fall back onto the bed he now has your legs up against.

“Ya been a wee Naughty, Dove.” His voice low, hint of a growl at the end as his steel eyes look down onto your own. “Jus’ wanna play.”

“John…” Your voice sighed out in eagerness. You didn’t want to openly admit it, but you’ve wanted him all day. He hasn’t even done anything and his touch is stimulating you so powerfully. “I was just teasing.”

“Yeah?” He gently turned your body around, both facing a mirror that sat across the room. He dipped his head and lightly nipped down your neck, lowly chuckling when he hears your soft whimpers reverberate through the room and into his ears. “Yer a fuckin’ sight. An absolute beaut.” 

His hands move from your arms, slowly inching up your body, grabbing the hem of your shirt and lifting it up as his hands continue to caress your body. His mouth stayed attacking your sensitive skin along your neck and shoulder, his hands reading your skin like a blind man to a map. You were like an undiscovered island and he was going to walk every inch until he knew every single detail about who you were. And your body never reacted negatively, and boy did that turn Soap on more and more. Your sounds increase in volume, the roughness of his skin against the contrast of your silky smooth body. 

His left hand inched up your chest, taking time to trace ghosted circles around your nipples. The jolt of pleasure made your body slightly jump, earning a click of Soap’s tongue directly in your ear. His hold on you tightens just slightly, his finger still lightly tracing over the sensitive bud.

“Bonnie, ya gotta settle. Not gonna hurt ya.” His voice was low, coarse. The warmth of his breath fanning on the shell of your ear. Swallowing, you let out a shaky sigh, desperate to hold your composure against your boyfriend. His touch was making you lose your mind, almost drowning in pleasure. He continued to ghost over your ever-growing nipples, taking moments to softly bite on your ear, taking his time with you. 

“Johnny…~” You let out a whine, slightly tilting your head up to try and meet his gaze. He smirked, basking in the eagerness of your body. His left hand reached up to brush your hair out of your face, placing a gentle kiss against your throat, before lightly nibbling. He felt your throat vibrate as a low moan peaked out of you. Pulling away, his hand grabbed your jaw, and pulled you to look directly at him through the mirror. 

“Look Bonnie. Yer so pretty f’ me.” His eyes, dark with lust, sent your heart straight to your heat. Your eyes followed where his right hand went, grabbing the soft skin above the waistline of your pants. Without removing his gaze, he slowly lowered the colorful pants just enough to where he had better access to his main course. “Steamin’ Fuckin’ Jesus.” He growled, exhaling in an attempt to hold himself back. 

He tapped his fingers against your waist, gently rubbing your skin, causing your breathing to increase. The feeling of his rough hands against you was enough to stimulate you. Face heating up, ready to explode. You started softly chanting whirls of curses, heart hammering against your chest as his fingers dipped lower and lower. The muscles of his hand flexed the moment he landed on the bundle of nerves. A sharp gasp came from your lips, his fingers making themselves known to your body. 

“Fuck…” You sighed out, eyes screwed shut at the intensity of the way he swiped on you so perfectly. 

“Open yer eyes. Want ya to watch.” He spoke, demanded even. His hold on your jaw never lifted, never tightened. He was determined to have you watch as he turned you to mesh, as you come undone by just his digits. 

The sight, to him, was unbearable. The confines of his pants are too much to take, no better when your ass kept grinding up against him as your body reacted to his every touch. He couldn’t continue, not like this. Releasing both his hands, he quickly removed his shirt, and yanked your pants completely off. He took a step back, admiring the beauty that was you. Biting his lip, he smacked your ass with an audible “Mmm” as he began to unbuckle his belt. Removing the belt, he put himself back against your body, hands grabbing your waist to hold you down flesh against him.

“Gonna ruin ya, Dove. Gently, of course.” He let out a lustful laugh, as he picked you up and placed you on the bed still facing the mirror. And You never lose his gaze. You watch as his hands work on his pants, the tent begging to be freed. Watch as his hand muscles flex when undoing the button, the way they convulse as he unzips, the way his happy trail peeks out. 

Your eyes stare daggers onto the V of his pelvis, as he agonizingly lowers his pants, groaning at the air hitting his unbearingly sensitive cock. Gaze following the slight bounce it has, the way it curves just barely upwards, the girth making your heat quiver at the thought of being ravished by him. The pretty pink of the tip blended perfectly to his skin tone, your mind just wanting to admire the appendage. His calloused hands found the skin of your back, gently pushing you forward so that your face laid upon the pillow you carefully grabbed. He applied another smack against the skin of your ass, softly rubbing the spot to ease the sting it created. His hands began to go lower, back to their familiar discovery, to prep you more. 

He knows what he’s packing, and he knows that you’d hurt. And he doesn’t want to hurt his pretty little hen. 

He poked and prod at your folds, smirking at how jumpy your body was to his touch. Soft whimpers escaped your throat as he started to slowly insert a finger, hissing at how tight you were. 

“Relax, Peach. Relaaax~” He drew out the word, as his voice lowered. His finger continued to inch in and out, trying to get you less tense, only for an idea to spring into his mind. Keeping his finger inside, he inched his face closer, gently exhaling against your heat, chuckling when he catches the glimpse of your eyes widening.

His mouth was wet, warm, and hungry. And boy was he about to FEAST.

He licked a quick swipe on your body, other hand reaching up to hold your hips still. The sounds you mewled out were like heaven to him, he craved more. The stubble of his facial hair rubbed on your clit in such a way that it had you biting the pillow, scared you were gonna get too loud. The strength of his muscle was making you see stars, the combination with his finger creating a black hole within your belly. 

“J-John- I-” You kept whimpering, soft monas here and there as his teeth would oh so very gently nibble on you. The pumps of his fingers, and the wetness of his mouth was making your mind fuzzy, muscles tightening up, ready to explode. His chin was wet. Absolutely coated. Satisfied, he gave one last lick before pulling away, quick to align himself to your entrance. 

“Breathe, Peach. I’ll reward ya f’ bein’ so good, yeah?” He inserted his tip, lowly cursing at how your walls were like a suction cup. He took his time on giving you his whole self, letting you adjust at every inch until sheathed to the hilt. Once fully inside, sharp breaths inhaling and exhaling, he leaned down, bare chest against your back. Lips kiss up your spine, before reaching the base of your shoulder blades. 

His hands softly rub all over your stomach, occasionally dipping to your stomach, speaking praises against your skin as he feels you relax on him, making it easier for him to move. 

“Yer fuckin’ gorgeous, Bonnie.” He lifts you up enough so your back is still pressed against his chest, only this time, your eyes fixated on the same very mirror he undressed you at. “Look at ya.”

He began to gently thrust his hips upward, drawing out every single one to feel every square inch of your body. He uses the same hand he previously held your face in, to lightly hold your jaw, keeping your gaze on his eyes through the mirror, watching as he fucked you so passionately. Watch as his hips fit your body perfectly, each thrust impacts your body, the bulge so very faint on your belly. His pace continues to increase, loving the way your moans were in sync with the wet sounds you created on his dick. 

His unoccupied hand went back to your clit, wreaking havoc on your body, wanting you to squeeze him so tight, almost like a stress toy. And that’s what he was. Your stress toy.

Deep moans formed in your throat, legs quivering at the overbearing sensation that was applied to your body. Fists formed on your hands, as the sheets of the bed bunched up into them. Desperate, you reached for his hand that toyed with you, trying to push away, moans increasing in volume the more he poked and prodded. 

“No no. Yer almost there, Dove. Jus’ like that.” He began to grunt out, sounds of his love echoing throughout the room. He could feel you were nearing your release, and as nice as he was, he let go of your jaw, and pushed you forward so you some-what comfortably laid onto the bed, as he grabbed your hips to hold you steady as he fully sheathed himself, stopping all motion.

“Johnny!” You shut your eyes, whimpering at the sudden stop of motion, quickly trying to grind back against him for any kind of friction, BEGGING for release.

He let out a soft chuckle, gently apologizing for his actions, before pulling himself out just enough to where his tip stayed inserted. And with one fluid motion, he yanked your hips harshly against his, the feeling immediately ripping the build up from you. Eyes shut, your body shook, breaths heavy as he continued to ride it out. But the way your walls kept clenching him, and sucking him in, it was unbearable for him.

“Fuuuck Bonnie, Gonna kill me.” His voice increased in pitch, his groans evident that he, too, was edging near, so desperate to not finish inside, but alas, he couldn’t stop. His body tensed so hard, he had to still himself, twitching so slightly, his own end filling you up.

After realizing his actions, he was quick to caress your body, still sheathed within. Lips peppered loving pecks all over your lower back, his dogtags cold against your skin. 

“Yer the devil, y’know. Fuck, I need you.” 

[beepersteeper]

I Will Always Find You-- Astarion x Tav-- Not Made of Glass | Part 8- Smut

Warnings: Smut. Not necessary to read to continue the story the next chapter. If you need to skip this one here is Important storyline development- time skip to the graduation && Astarion feeds from Vira for the first time. 

Established relationship, blood/biting, PiV, oral (male receiving, female receiving), virgin, “good girl”.

Astarion and F!Tav live happily together for the remaining years she has, she refuses to be turned into a vampire because her faith says that her soul isn’t finished with its work yet. Tav dies of old age and leaves Astarion to put together the pieces of his broken heart. AN: Lord of Light lore taken and changed to fit the story's means. Not canonically accurate. TLDR story line stuff. This is an AU where Astarion ascends but isn't a power hungry bastard and Tav is able to help him continue healing. Wyll is immortal and the Duke. Karlach in my mind, if given a new engine would be able to live a lot longer than the usual tiefling. Another AN: idk if anyone wants tagged in this WIP but let me know. 

As the months pass Astarion and Vira spend as much time together as possible, finding any excuse to see one another. Most nights are spent together at Vira’s house, but tonight they stayed at his palace because it was closer to the venue where they spent their evening and Eyman felt more comfortable with a short walk back. Vira’s deja vu is happening more frequently. She regularly feels like she has seen or done things before while hanging out with Astarion and Wyll. The Fist graduation dinner is this evening and Karlach hasn't been able to give Wyll a determinate answer to the invitation, her engine is acting a bit funny, but she hopes to be able to make it. Astarion and Vira wake up late in the morning after attending a concert for a traveling bard into the wee hours of the morning.  

Astarion comes out of his trance when he feels a soft pressure on the side of his jaw.

“Well good morning to you too, my love." He chuckles, his voice still gravely from sleeping, and wraps his arm around her torso to pull her closer to his body. 

She hums and continues placing tender kisses from his chin to his earlobe. 

“You seem to have something on your mind." He laughs moving a hand to her face to pull her lips to his “Care to tell me what that is?" He toys with her, not naive to what she is doing.

“I don't know about telling you, but I would love to show you." She purrs into his kiss. She swings her leg over his to straddle his lap and deepens their kiss. She feels his hands move slowly from her shoulders to her thighs squeezing reassuring pressure in time with her movements. She rocks her hips every time her tongue explores his mouth. Vira gently nibbles on his lower lip when she feels a foreign pressure between her hips.

“God's above darling," he groans, licking his lips and staring into her eyes. “I didn't think you would be the first to bite in this relationship." He chuckles as she moves to his neck and shoulders littering them with kisses and nibbles as he speaks pushing her hips into his. "What has gotten into this morning?" he moans into her hair that circles his face.

“I'm hoping that would be you.” She whispers a sultry breath into his ear and kisses along its ridge. “Finally having a proper time alone, together…” She says her voice trailing off is replaced by kisses on the tip of his pointed ear earning a shiver from him.

"I couldn't agree more.” He growls and swiftly flips her onto her back on the soft bed using the leverage gained by holding the back of her thighs. She giggles as she bounces on the mattress below him smiling wide and staring into his hooded eyes. “Are you sure this is what you want?” He raises an eyebrow while holding himself up on his flat palms. 

She wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his torso pulling him off balance and onto her body, kissing him gently. “I'm sure, Star." She blushes “just…go slow." She adds shyly “I haven't done this before."

His eyes open wide for a moment as he places his hand on her cheek rubbing the pad of his thumb over her reddening skin, a cheeky grin forming on his lips “Oh, you're a …  and you've decided that you want, oh I am a lucky man.” He mewls, pushing his hips into hers giving her neck the same attention she gave him, careful of his fangs, earning soft moans from her while she squirms below his touch. 

“I want you” she takes a breath between her moans "I want you to bite me.” 

"You don't need to say such dirty things my love, you've already got me like putty in your hand.” he purrs into her collarbone bone pressing his hands under her top and sliding it up her stomach, exposing her soft skin and trailing kisses from her collarbone to her navel.

“I mean it" she pants knotting her hand in his silver hair breathing through the tickles and shots of lighting pooling in her core. “If I'm going to give you a part of myself, I want to give you all of myself, Astarion."

"Your father will drive a stake through my ribs…” he whispers, flicking his red eyes up to her as he licks and kisses her hip bones that are peeking up over her sleeping pants.

She hisses and her hips move without her will from his touch “Then I guess it's a good thing he doesn't have to know." Her head rocks back onto the bed when he tugs on her pants pulling the fabric away from her body. “There are places that he will never see…” she adds while she slowly moves her hands from her knees to her core trailing her fingers along the vein on the inner side of her thighs.

"I would be a fool to turn down such a generous offer.” He says with his tone dripping in seduction and desire. He places featherlight kisses from one knee, up her thigh, and down the opposite thigh to the knee. “from such a beautiful woman.” He looks up to her face. Her green eyes are glassy and her pupils are blown out from lust. He lowers his face to kiss her soaking mound through her panties not breaking eye contact “You're certain-  about all of this."

“Gods yes." She groans and rolls her hips into his kiss “Please." She pleads, grabbing at her loose top and throwing it off the bed before she props herself up on her elbows to watch him tenderly attend to her still-clothed sensitivity. He moves his fingers across the damp cloth teasing her and listening and watching her need for him become almost too much to bear. 

With one motion, he removes the last piece of clothing from her body. He lets a moan escape his throat when he slides one finger into her tight and wet core, feeling her clenched around his digit. He kisses her thigh again as he starts to move his finger in and out of her. Astarion says sternly “You'll tell me the moment you're uncomfortable?" To which she nods enthusiastically sighing every time he pushes deeper into her.  “Good girl." He mewls when she gasps at his words and pushes a second finger in earning a gasp from her. He presses his tongue against her swollen clit, lapping against it slowly. When she lets herself fall onto the bed again he closes his eyes and tends to every inch of her core, listening to her chorus of groans from his attention. He curls his fingers up inside of her earning a loud moan when he hits the secret spot she didn't even know existed in her body. She reaches a hand down to caress his soft hair, gripping harder every time he hits that spot. He kisses his way from her core still burying his fingers into her steadily, he kisses a spot on her upper inner thigh and asks “Right here?" Asking permission to bite her there. 

“Uh-huh" she pants, letting her eyes roll back from the pleasure. Her body is not used to this amount of stimulation.

“Thank you Vira," he coos, kissing her again “You are simply perfect." He doesn't slow his hand in her core and holds her knee with his free hand and pierces her flesh, filling his mouth with her warm blood. He grunts into her thigh taking another greedy mouthful. Feeling her completely coating his mouth tasting her arousal from both places his mouth has been. He hears her moan when he pushes his thumb to her clit as he drinks a final swallow from her fresh wound. A familiar flavor comes from the back notes. He presses his tongue to the wound and reaches into his pocket to find a handkerchief, a black one. He presses that to her thigh and returns his attention to her clit, drunk from her virgin blood and the taste of her cunt. “Just fucking incredible." He grunts as he removes his fingers and sucks on her clit and dives his tongue as far into her as he can. She arches her back inching closer to her climax all but chanting his name like a prayer. "That's right darling." He purrs feeling her crash over the edge of her climax.

Vira’s knees tighten around his head, caging him to her core as she moves her body through her final waves of orgasm. When she releases his head from her grasp he kisses her thigh, licking a thin line of blood from her skin, sighing at the taste. She lays flat on the bed breathing deep breaths into her burning lungs keeping her eyes trained on him. When he rights himself and readies himself to lay on the bed next to her she sits up and pulls on the laces of his pants, struggling with the tight knots with her tingling fingers. He chuckles lightly and reaches down to help her, deftly untying the knots. They both work together to remove the tight pants and discard them off the side of the bed. 

He sits up and kisses her lips as he grabs his cock and slowly moves his hand up and down the shaft letting out a deep sigh into her mouth. She looks down, watching him move his fist up and down, she reaches her hand hesitantly replacing her hand with his.  She holds on delicately and moves her hand at the same pace he was. She feels his hand wrap around hers and closes her hand tighter. “You're not going to hurt me darling” he whispers and moves their hands over his cock as he takes a sharp breath and rolls his eyes back when she touches his dripping tip. He removes his hand and reclines back on the bed with his hands behind his head smiling watching her confidence grow while she leans down and kisses the V on his lower body, licking the soft skin just at the base of his cock while sliding her hand more quickly over his length.  

“That feels great my love.” he encourages “Thank y-” he is cut off his body forcing him to take a sharp breath when she licks up the entire length of him taking his head into her sucking mouth still moving her hand “I'll shut up.” he pants and chuckles. His moans get louder and more regular when she removes her hand completely and bobs her head taking in as much of him as she can every time she goes down. He reaches down and gently taps her cheek urging her to stop. She looks up to him with worried eyes. “No, everything is perfect love.” he says between breaths like he's reading her mind “I just don't want this to end too soon.” he sheepishly admits “I'm not exactly as practiced as I once was.” he adds laughing and pulling her hand to him, causing her to fall off balance and lay on top of him. He litters her face with kisses while he wraps her body in his arms, pouring every ounce of his affection into her. 

She moves from his lips and starts attending to his sensitive ear, kissing and licking it making him catch his breath and moan at her touch. She grinds her hips into him, his cock slipping through the wetness dripping from her core, hitting her clit with every thrust, making both of them moan in unison. Astarion growls a gods dammit before flipping her back onto the bed lining his hips up with hers, her legs wrapping around his waist. With one hand he holds himself above her, with the other pressing his dick against her slick entrance. He looks at her wordlessly asking for permission to which she nods.

He pushes himself into her slowly and only the head of his cock, letting her adjust to the sensation. She gasps at the sudden and welcome pressure. He withdraws and pushes back into her further moaning together. Vira wraps her arms around his back, digging the pads of her fingers into his skin and arching her back, willing herself to adjust to the size of him inside of her. He thrusts shallowly feeling her walls tighten around him while she melts into a moaning mess beneath his weight. Her jaw is slack trying to say his name but failing while her mind is overtaken by pleasure. He reaches for her mound and rubs his thumb over her clit earning louder moans. He smiles wide, his fangs peeking out from his lips “Gods, the sounds you make” he pushes himself in further to her core “are just” further “perfect” he buries himself fully into her dripping tight cunt. “Is that okay darling? He asks brushing her hair from her face, sharing a beautifully tender moment. 

“Star.” she smiles in his face leaning into his hand “Stop treating me like I’m made of glass.” she chuckles. “I will tell you if anything is too much. Please, just take me.” she pleads, pulling his face to hers, kissing him roughly. 

He smiles a crooked devious smile and pushes her legs to her chest opening her more for him.  “Gladly.” he purrs and rolls his hips, his skin slapping onto her flesh with every quick thrust, wet sounds filling the room, only drowned out by her gasps and moans. He looks down to the place they have joined, seeing streaks of blood on his pale skin. He groans deep in his chest and pushes her legs closer to her chest letting his cock slip even further into her feeling her walls shutter around him. He pulls her ankles onto his shoulders, kissing them both as he holds her hips flush to his. She cries out each time his thighs meet hers. “You take me so well.” he pants, not slowing his pace.

Astarion pulls himself out earning a whine from her “Ung Staaar why?" He doesn't respond, instead, he licks a hard strip from the bottom to the top of her slit listening to her moan his name again. He pushes his tongue as far inside of her as he can, needing to taste her essence again. Every vampiric urge fought to take control at once, his head spinning from the blood, evidence of him taking something from her that she could never regain.  In one fast motion, he grabs her left hip and flips her onto her stomach eliciting giggles from her as she tucks her knees under her raising her ass to fully display herself to him.

He uses both hands to spread her folds and enjoy gathering her arousal on his tongue “So wet darling… “ he hums into her sending a shake to run up her body “Such a good girl." She whimpers as he speaks. He rights himself kneeling on one knee and straddling her with the other sheathing himself back into her with ease, his muscles tensing and moaning loudly when he bottoms out looking down to see his whole dick lost inside of Vira's core. He pushes himself in and out of her hard and fast, not fully removing himself, neither of them wanting to lose this feeling of pleasure. 

He feels her start to move under him, pushing her ass to meet him with each thrust he makes. “Mmm,” he moans a whisper into her neck "if you want to take over I'm not going to stop you." He pulls her on top of him as he rolls over to lay on his back, her still facing away from him. She, with her hands grabbing his thighs between hers, begins rocking her hips forward and back hearing Astarion groan on an exhaled breath.

He drags his hands from her shoulders slowly to her hips where he grabs hard and pushes himself further into her urging her to raise her hips and fall back into his dick. She rides him in a steady but breathtaking rhythm hearing him moaning and enjoying her efforts.

“Turn around" he pants and taps her ass lightly “I want” he pauses to groan "to see your face when you ride me." His tone is desperate. She slides her body off of his, and before she returns to his form she pushes her lips over his cock, tasting herself on him. Humming at the taste of their perfect mixture of tangy, sweet, and musky. "by the fucking gods, love."  He all but yells with his hands immediately finding themselves fisting the snarls of her hair feeling her head work his cock in and out of her mouth, resistance from her tongue making her mouth even tighter around him. “If you want my cum in your mouth darling" he groans loudly “all you need to do is ask." Feeling the knot in his stomach tightening. 

She pulls her mouth from him with a satisfying pop and moves to kiss him, sharing their unique flavor. Her eyes are full of desire meet his that are equally if not more so. Her eyes round as she pouts playfully a crooked smile peaking at the corner of her mouth “When you cum for me will you cum in my mouth?" She watches his eyes begin to smolder. That smolder disappears and turns into pure desire when she reseats herself onto his aching cock and returns to moving across him working her way to both of their ends. 

"How could I say no?” he growls, letting his hands and eyes explore her body. When he feels her core tighten around him he darts his fingers directly to her clit. She stops her movements, her body frozen from the welcome overstimulation. He holds a fist full of flesh on her hip with his free hand and drives himself up into her, sending her over the edge of her orgasm. As her body trembles and releases wetness onto his waist, he growls loudly “Fuuck. That's right. Cum for me Vira." He ends in a pur rocking his hips slowly into her, riding out the last of her orgasm continuing dangerously close to his own. He raises her body off of him pulling himself from her, dick twitching against his stomach from the cool air replacing her heat.

Without a moments hesitation she wraps her warm lips around him and fucks him with her mouth, taking as much of him in her mouth as she can earning small gags from her throat. Every time she gags on him he moans, some part of his mind enjoying the fact that his dick is causing that unconscious response. Catching on to that cue Vira takes him further, gagging deeper on his cock, strings of spit, slick and precum drooling from her lips. “You're going to make me fill that dirty mouth of yours.” He pants unable to will any of his limbs to comply. He lies weakly watching her tend to his cock. She hums a response, the vibration from her sounds sends him past the brink of his pleasure. She moans as she tastes his salty spend, greedily swallowing every drop he gives her, tenderly licking him clean until he pulls her away from him.

“I didn't think you could be more incredible." He pants turning to lay his head on her chest listening to her heart thumping behind her ribs, smiling when she drags the pads of her fingers across his sweaty scalp. “but you are nothing less than extraordinary.” He coos into her damp flesh "My extraordinary love. What do you need right now?" His eyes search hers, trying to discern what aftercare she needs. Realizing quickly she doesn't have an answer he softly whispers some things she might want or need. “I can get you water, or breakfast, I can draw you a bath-" her eyes perk up a bit when he mentions a bath “We can lay here for a moment while you get your bearings, and I'll get that run for  you, darling." He repositions himself higher on the bed pulling her gently onto his broad chest “We’ll lay here as long as you need." He whispers.

The couple stays like that for a few, quiet minutes before Vira stirs and rights herself. "Water and a bath sounds amazing, Star.” She smiles.

He stands quickly and kisses her salty lips gently “And it'll be done." He whispers “I'll be right back." He enters the washroom and the sound of water running and the scent of peaches fill the air. Vira looks down to her thigh where two dark scabs have formed. She smiles and climbs out of the bed to walk into the washroom placing her hands gently on Astarion’s hips. “It's not ready yet, my love." He chuckles, turning to kiss her cheek. 

"Thank you for everything this morning.” She purrs, setting her cheek on his shoulder.

He tuts a response “No need to thank me darling. Now let's get you in here to clean up while I fetch you some water and breakfast.”

"Be sure to get yourself some too.” She reminds him, stepping into the steaming water and lowering herself into the bath with a contented sigh.

"Oh, but I've already had mine." His eyebrows raise “from my most generous partner." He winks and leaves the washroom, quickly putting on a pair of pants and hurrying to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water and toast and jam, kindly waving away his attendants, wanting to be the one to take care of her needs. He delivers her breakfast to her and leans himself on the sink across the room. “Are you feeling okay?" She nods, enjoying his doting on her and the fresh jam.

They each finish getting cleaned up and fall back into bed to cuddle. Clean once again.

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you leave me with that grace

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With a bit of a start, Steve woke up in the small hours of the morning. Sunlight was just barely beginning to leak in around the curtains over his window and there wasn’t a single sound outside except for the early chirping of birds. Pressed flush against Steve’s front and wrapped up tight in his arms was Eddie, sound asleep still. Steve wasn’t even sure what woke him up, but he took advantage of the moment to watch the gorgeous man in his bed sleep. OR The wee hours of the morning after Steve gave Eddie a taste of his... niche strap collection. CW: Pure smut, under-negotiated kink ahoy but everyone is into it and happy! More strap-on shenanigans with transmasc Steve and his beautiful cis friend with benefits, Eddie ;p

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With a bit of a start, Steve woke up in the small hours of the morning. Sunlight was just barely beginning to leak in around the curtains over his window and there wasn’t a single sound outside except for the early chirping of birds.

Pressed flush against Steve’s front and wrapped up tight in his arms was Eddie, sound asleep still. Steve wasn’t even sure what woke him up, but he took advantage of the moment to watch the gorgeous man in his bed sleep.

Getting an elbow underneath himself, Steve looked down at Eddie’s face, brushing his long, curly hair back to see his sweet face more clearly. Steve knew he had it bad for Eddie, knew it the moment he laid his eyes on the man all those months ago, but now that he finally had him in his arms? Eddie was stuck with him, one way or another, that was for sure.

Steve hummed and pressed a gentle kiss to the cap of Eddie’s shoulder and shifted even closer to Eddie’s warmth, spooning close. When Steve got a knee between Eddie’s legs, just trying to slot in as tightly behind the man as he could, he felt it: a slickness between his legs, smearing against the skin of Steve’s upper thigh.

Obviously, the memory of fucking Eddie with one of his favourite straps was fresh for Steve, especially the way Eddie shook apart with a scream as Steve pressed the plunger on the syringe full of lube and filled him up. Bred him.

With a huff, Steve began to kiss Eddie’s shoulder, throat, and cheek more determinedly, smiling when Eddie grunted and turned his face so that their lips could meet.

“Wha’time s’it?” Eddie mumbled into Steve’s mouth.

“Early,” Steve replied, trailing his hand down Eddie’s body to hook his fingers around the spur of his hip. Before Eddie could ask, Steve added, “Want you.”

Eddie let out a bewildered little giggle. “You just had me, like, at most four hours ago,” he replied, and when Steve pulled back, he could see Eddie was blushing.

“And I want you again,” Steve said firmly, smirking as Eddie flushed deeper.

“God, insatiable,” Eddie laughed, and Steve hummed his agreement.

“Just for you, though,” he confessed quietly, kissing Eddie’s shoulder as he reeled the man in tighter.

“You gotta stop hitting me with those lines, Harrington,” Eddie practically squeaked, his voice so strangled.

Steve grinned against the back of Eddie’s shoulder as he shifted his thigh further up between Eddie’s legs and rested a hand on his chest. If his thumb swiped over a nipple, playing with the piercing there until Eddie let out a quiet whine, well… who could blame him?

“Steve,” Eddie gasped when Steve began to press slow, biting kisses into his shoulder and neck. “Steve, please…”

“Please, what, baby?” Steve coos against the shell of Eddie’s ear before nibbling on it.

Eddie whined, frustration clear, and he craned his head around to capture Steve’s lips in a messy, misaligned kiss. “Touch me, you fucking asshole,” he groaned thickly and Steve grinned.

Slipping a hand between them, he ventured a soft, gentle, testing touch against Eddie’s hole. It was loose, puffy from the treatment earlier, but most importantly it was still slick from the obscene amount of lube Steve shot into him. Sliding a finger inside Eddie was all too easy, and the shattered whimper he received for it had Steve giving him another before fucking him gently.

“You’re still so wet and open for me, baby,” Steve sighed breathlessly, angling his fingers until he found Eddie’s prostate, relishing the absolutely wounded sound that pulled from him.

“Stevie, I don’t think—I can’t—” Eddie whimpered, even as his hips rocked back to meet Steve’s hand on every gentle thrust.

“I think you can, Eds,” Steve murmured encouragingly, adding a third finger on the next slow slide back in. “And I think you will, won’t you? Not because I’m asking, but because you want me to fuck you again while you’re sore and dripping with my cum.”

Eddie sobbed as Steve worked his hole, turning his face into the pillow to muffle himself.

“None of that, baby,” Steve scolded gently, reaching up with his other hand to grab his chin, pulling his face out of the pillow. “Let me hear you.”

“Steve,” Eddie whined, grabbing Steve’s wrist with both hands, not to pull his hand away from his jaw, but as if to ground himself. He was rocking his hips back against Steve’s hand, shifting his hips to get some stimulation on his prostate, but Steve deliberately avoided it.

“The only time I want you to come is with my cock buried as deep as you can take it,” Steve practically purred in Eddie’s ear, his hand sliding down from his chin to rest over his bobbing Adam’s apple.

“Oh, fuck me, Steve, please, pleasepleasepleaseplease,” Eddie pleaded, straining his throat against Steve’s palm, as if begging him to squeeze.

That was definitely something Steve would revisit when they had a chance to actually discuss the finer details of their intimacy. Lowering his hand back to Eddie’s chest, Steve played with one of his nipples again, tugging the barbell until Eddie was crying out into the dark bedroom.

With a low sound, Steve rolled until he had Eddie pinned beneath him, still three fingers deep in his used hole. Eddie, the perfect angel he was, immediately spread his legs as wide as he could. When Steve sat up to look down at him, Eddie got his knees under him and arched his back, presenting his ass for Steve with a wanton sound.

“Should pump another load into you,” Steve mused, smirking at the babbled pleas that followed that statement. “You’d like that, huh? For me to fuck your pretty hole, breed it again, make you nice and sloppy, huh?”

“Please, Stevie, please, want it so bad,” Eddie gasped when Steve spread his fingers, testing the tightness of his hole.

“Want what, Eddie?” Steve asked, watching Eddie rock his hips up, fucking himself on Steve’s fingers. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

“Want your cock, any cock I don’t care, just wanna feel it,” Eddie gasped, looking over his shoulder with heated, wild eyes. “Wanna be fucked ‘til I can’t think, wanna be used and bred so bad, please.”

With a low groan, Steve withdrew his fingers and rolled Eddie onto his back, swallowing Eddie’s protest in a hungry kiss, muffling his pleas with his tongue. When he pulled away, Steve let his eyes travel over Eddie’s body, committing the image of him—blushing, spread out beneath him, all pale skin and dark tattoos—to memory.

“Stay put,” Steve said, stooping to kiss Eddie’s slack mouth one more time before he got up to grab a cock and his harness.

Since they had already fucked that night, and he wasn’t gentle the first time, Steve went with one of the cocks that almost looked like a tentacle. It was thinner than the one they used earlier, but it was longer and made of a softer material. It wasn’t small by any stretch of the word, but it also wasn’t huge. Eddie would definitely still feel it, nice and deep.

Making quick work of preparing the cum-tube, Steve stepped back into the bedroom to find Eddie on his knees again, a towel spread underneath him.

“I told you to stay put,” Steve scolded, smacking Eddie’s hip lightly. The man seemed to startle, looking up at Steve in confusion.

“I did,” he said, actually sticking his bottom lip out in a pout.

Steve shook his head and before Eddie could even open his mouth to question it, Steve manhandled him onto his back again. Kneeling between pale, tattooed thighs, Steve sighed happily as Eddie blinked up at him.

“Perfect,” Steve hummed, hooking his hands under Eddie’s knees to push his legs up and out, lifting his ass and exposing his slick, glistening hole. “Absolutely gorgeous,” Steve added breathlessly.

“Shut up,” Eddie gasped, his voice muffled, and when Steve looked up at his face again, he frowned at the way Eddie was covering it with both hands.

“Hands on the headboard, Eddie,” Steve said firmly, and his stomach fluttered with the way Eddie immediately did as he was told. “No hiding that face from me, and if I call you gorgeous, or pretty, or perfect, you either say thank you or nothing at all, got it?”

At that, Eddie blinked up at him before nodding jerkily. “Okay, thank you, Stevie,” Eddie gasped breathlessly.

“Perfect, just like that. Do you think you need more lube—?” Steve started and Eddie frantically shook his head.

“No, just—please, Steve, need it now. Your cock, please,” Eddie gasped, and Steve looked down to see the way Eddie’s loose hole clenched around nothing.

“As you wish, baby,” Steve sighed, reaching down to position his cock before pushing, sliding inside to the hilt with one relentless thrust.

Eddie arched off the bed with a hiss, his eyes screwed shut as he whimpered. Steve watched him pant and writhe, his eyes taking in every movement hungrily, every new patch of skin Eddie’s blush crawled to.

“So beautiful like this, Eds,” Steve said thickly, shifting his hips back before thrusting back in.

“Like what?” Eddie asked around a whimper, his eyes rolling back at the shifting length inside him, and Steve tsked.

“What’d I say, Eddie?” he asked, and he smiled fondly down at the adorable furrow of Eddie’s brow. Speeding up his movements a bit, Steve asked, “What do you say when I say nice things about you?”

Eddie shuddered, almost grimacing, before he whispered, “Thank you, Steve.”

“That’s it, Eds,” Steve praised, relishing in the way Eddie shivered. “To answer your question, you’re especially beautiful when you’re like this; stuffed full of my cock and leaking precum all over yourself.”

Eddie shuddered and nodded. “Thank you,” he gasped out again, his fingers curling around the headboard tightly. “Fuck, it’s so deep,” Eddie sobbed when Steve bottomed out and just ground against him.

“Yeah it is, baby, you take it so nice, too, like you’re made for my cock,” Steve said, basking in the shudder that pulled from Eddie. “Can’t wait to fill you up again.”

Eddie sobbed, throwing his head back and meeting Steve’s thrusts. “Please,” Eddie begged, his cock untouched and weeping against his own stomach.

“Wanna pump you full of my cum and plug you up someday,” Steve sighed, speeding up his thrusts as Eddie’s eyes fluttered. Steve groaned, practically growled, “Keep you nice and loose, full and wet. Maybe I can come by your shop, bend you over one of your benches and fuck your sweet hole until you’re crying, huh?”

Tears were already gathering on Eddie’s lashes, his mouth hanging open with his panting, whimpering breaths. He was truly the most beautiful person Steve had ever seen, that much he knew with absolute certainty.

“Bet you’re so fucking hot when you’re crying,” Steve sighed, his words almost drowned out by the slapping of his hips against Eddie’s ass. Eddie gasped and bit his lip, eyes rolling back as one particular thrust seemed to hit his prostate. “Right now, you’re so fucking gorgeous, with those great big brown eyes full of tears.”

Eddie whined and bit his lip harder, so hard that Steve was sure it would start bleeding, and he reached down to touch his thumb to Eddie’s chin. Eddie’s mouth immediately opened, letting go of his lip so he could drop his chin and take Steve’s thumb into his mouth.

The breath was punched from Steve’s lungs and his movements quickened, pulling a sweet, humming moan from Eddie on each drive to the hilt. Eddie was shaking, sucking on Steve’s thumb desperately, swirling his tongue around the pad of it. It felt heavenly, but Steve knew this was just a sly way for Eddie to muffle himself, so Steve withdrew his thumb.

“Let me hear you,” Steve said firmly when Eddie went to bite his lip again. Steve sighed dreamily as he added, “Love the way you sound taking my cock, baby.”

Eddie let out a broken little sob, eyes rolling back and tears falling from his lashes finally. “Thank you, Steve,” Eddie whimpered, throwing his head back as he shuddered. “Please, I’m so close.”

“I know you are, baby,” Steve cooed, reaching for the syringe secured against his hip. “Gonna give you my load, then you can get yourself off, alright?”

“Please, please,” Eddie sobbed, arching off the bed as Steve pressed the plunger down, filling Eddie deep and slicking the way for Steve’s dick even more. Each press inward sounded so wet and filthy; Steve felt like he would come just listening to it.

“Touch yourself, baby,” Steve groaned as he grabbed Eddie’s hips in a bruising grip, the pace of his thrusts punishing against him.

Sobbing gratefully, Eddie took a hand away from the headboard and wrapped it around his cock, stroking his cock to match Steve’s thrusts. Within seconds, the gorgeous man beneath Steve was arching off the bed with a shattered sound, cum splashing against his chest and stomach, dribbling down over his fingers. With a pleased hum and buried to the hilt, Steve grabbed Eddie’s wrist and brought his cum-soaked fingers into his mouth.

“Stevie, please, I can’t—” Eddie gasped, and there was something else in his voice, something tense and sore, the whimpered pleasure leaving the tone completely.

“Of course, baby,” Steve hummed, gently pulling out as he stooped to kiss Eddie’s slack, panting mouth.

“Stevie, I’m gonna—I don’t think I can stay awake,” Eddie mumbled, his eyes rolling around a bit as he tried to stay awake. “M’sorry,” Eddie added, and Steve laughed.

“Nothing to be sorry for, gorgeous,” Steve reassured him, watching Eddie fight a losing battle with exhaustion.

“Wanna get you off,” Eddie said, frustration clear in the furrow of his brows and Steve laughed.

“I’m fine, gorgeous. Go to sleep,” he said, and between one blink and the next, Eddie was out cold underneath Steve, snoring quietly.

Smiling fondly, Steve cleaned Eddie up a bit with the towel before unhooking the harness and carefully dropping the whole rig onto the bedside table, resolving to deal with it properly in the morning.

Cuddling up behind Eddie, Steve sighed, content like he hadn’t been in some time, even though he didn’t come this time. With a happy hum, Steve kissed the back of Eddie’s shoulder and decided he would make waffles in the morning just before he fell asleep himself.

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Cubicle // 8) All Night With Me

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Roni

I'll admit, I've had my fair share of men in my bed. Not a lot, I'm not a whore. But...enough. I have never asked a man to stay the night. I just couldn't let Harry go yet. And not just because of the sex, which, let me tell you, was extraordinary! Something about him just made me want to be with him as long as I could. The thought of him leaving tore me up inside. Still, part of me did not expect him to say yes. I honestly would not have blamed him if he took off. But he didn't. He stayed.

"You have an amazing mouth," he whispered as his lips grazed over mine, giving me chills.

"I could say the same about yours." I nibbled seductively on his bottom lip, wetting it with my tongue. His lips are truly the best I have ever kissed.

When I let go of his mouth, I stared into his sleepy green eyes, his eyelids heavy. He ran his hands down my back again as I traced his lips with my fingers. The corners slowly curled up to reveal his dimples and crinkles in the corners of his eyes. I couldn't help myself.

"Mr. Styles," I said. "I do believe our meeting was quite exceptional."

Harry began to chuckle. "Indeed, Ms. Graver."

"I hope our time together has proven my immense attraction to you."

"Yes, and I believe the feeling's mutual." Harry's smile disappeared then, but not the desire in his eyes. The looks he would give sometimes could drive me out of my mind.

After more kissing, a glass of water and a toilet break, I pulled down the duvet and sheets and we climbed into bed. I switched my lamp which has a dimmer to the lowest setting, giving the room a warm orange glow.

"I have a question for you," I stated in a quiet voice.

"Okay," Harry yawned. I could tell he was tired, and I'd let him go to sleep soon. But I was curious.

"Have you ever slept with someone from work before?"

Harry smirked. "Do you just mean from this job, or anywhere?"

"Anywhere," I replied apprehensively.

"No."

I let out a breath. "What about a date? Have you gone on a date with anyone you worked with?"

Harry seemed to consider the question for a moment. "Yes," he finally answered.

"Really?"

"In high school. My girlfriend and I worked at the same shop. For about two weeks."

"Oh," I laughed. "Two weeks?"

"Yes. I was dating this girl for a wee bit, and she needed a job, so I talked my boss into hiring her. But I decided to break up with her after a couple weeks, and she didn't want to work with me anymore, so she quit."

"Can't say I blame her," I scoffed. "You little bugger."

"I was sixteen!" he exclaimed, as though that was reason enough to excuse his behaviour.

"Like that was so long ago," I mocked.

"Shut up." Harry feigned being hurt as I poked him in his side.

Both of us now fighting fatigue, I turned off the lamp and snuggled under the covers. Harry again pulled me to him, and I laid my head on his chest, my arm around his torso. I could feel his breath tickle my hair as I gently drifted to sleep.

Harry

It's not uncommon that I wake up hard. Even in the middle of the night. Sometimes I'm too tired to care, and I just fall back to sleep and inevitably have a wet dream. Sometimes I can't get back to sleep so I have to rub myself off. This time I had a gorgeous woman lying next to me.

Roni had turned onto her side at some point, because I know she'd fallen asleep in my arms. But now she had her back to me, lying in a fetal position. I rolled over to spoon her, feeling my cock hit her ass. I wanted to fuck her so bad.

Her body shifted slightly at my touch as I rubbed my hand up and down her hip. Then I moved it to her belly, pulling her flush against me, so she had no choice but to feel my erection. I heard her sigh as I played with her nipple, pinching it between my index finger and thumb.

"I want you again, baby," I moaned into her ear.

"Yes," is all I heard her say.

I lifted her leg and ran my dick up and down her slit. Licking my fingers for extra lubrication, I touched her warm pussy.

"Mmm, Harry," she breathed.

To my surprise, Roni reached back and guided me inside her. Just as it had before, it felt incredible from the first thrust. I moved in and out, making sure she felt all of me. Slowly, teasing her a bit. Her breathing got louder until she started to pant. Then I began to move faster, grabbing hold of her hips and bucking against her ass. She called out to me and to God a couple times, but I was so fucking in the zone, I couldn't see straight.

She came much quicker than I thought she would. I wasn't finished yet. I slapped her ass and told her to roll over. Getting on all fours, she looked so fucking hot. I knelt behind her, hands on her hips again and pumped my cock into her pussy hard. She cried out, but not in pain. She felt so good, I had to slow down for a moment and catch my breath. I think the slow, steady rhythm is what drives her wild because she started yelling my name again. Reaching around, I flicked her clit with my middle finger.

"Harry!" she screamed. "Oh God! Oh fuck me, baby!"

I growled as I gladly fulfilled her request. I heard her come again (God damn, that woman), just as I did.

Trying to get our heart rates back to normal, we somehow found our original sleeping positions again, my arms around her. We didn't speak. No words were needed.

Saturday // Roni

I awoke before Harry. I'm not particularly a morning person, but I just couldn't sleep any longer knowing he was beside me. I just lied there for a while, watching his chest rise and fall. I knew he had to be exhausted after last night. The boy had stamina, I had to give him that. When he woke me up with his hard dick against my back, I can't really say I was surprised. But the fact that he made me come twice more has to make one wonder just how long he could go.

Deciding not to linger in bed anymore, I got up to shower, letting Harry sleep. Although my vagina was worn out, the rest of my body felt alive, knowing it had been touched my him.

As I stepped out of the shower and grabbed my towel, I noticed the faint aroma of coffee. Realising Harry must be up, I quickly dried off and returned to the bedroom. The bed was indeed empty, but it was also made. I smiled to myself as I picked out my clothes. After getting dressed and running a comb through my hair, I walked into the kitchen to see Harry in his jeans, messy hair and shirtless, cooking eggs.

"Good morning," he greeted me with his dimpled smile. "Um, you didn't seem to have any meat, but I added spinach to the eggs if that's okay."

"That's lovely," I said, only looking at him, not the eggs. "You're lovely."

I kissed him on the cheek and pulled out plates and forks. Then I retrieved my favourite mug from the cupboard and poured some of the coffee he had brewed.

"Um, do you want toast?" Harry asked as he shoveled a spatula full of eggs onto a plate and handed it to me.

"No, thank you, this is plenty."

Harry served his own plate, and we sat together at the kitchen table. As we chewed, we stared at each other with silly grins on our faces. Mine particularly from seeing him cooking me breakfast shirtless and not hurrying home, and his most likely due to the sex. I didn't mind either way. But something was different about this boy.

"Harry," I finally spoke as I laid down my fork.

"Yeah?"

"You're not like other guys your age, are you?"

Harry shrugged. "I dunno."

"I mean, I didn't know any boys like you when I was nineteen. Hell, I don't know too many guys like you now, but definitely not then."

"Hmm."

I squinted my eyes, as though that would help me see inside his brain. "You're a mystery, Mr. Styles."

"Not really," he smirked.

I looked down at my plate. "I've never had a man cook me breakfast before."

There was an awkward silence until Harry spoke. "You're joking."

I lifted my head. "Why is that hard to believe?"

Harry widened his eyes and glared at me. "Have you..." he began, then darted his eyes around the room. "Do you have a mirror around here? Have you seen yourself?"

I giggled as I covered my mouth with a napkin.

"Roni, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever met. You're telling me no man has ever cooked you breakfast before?"

I bit my lip before answering. "They don't usually stay that long."

"Oh," Harry mouthed, understanding.

"That's what I meant by you're different."

"Oh."

Another awkward moment of silence passed. "Thank you...for saying that."

"It's the truth."

When we'd finished our food, I gathered the plates to wash them. Harry wanted to help, but I insisted he'd done enough. He went to the bedroom to put on his shirt and shoes and came back a few minutes later.

"Um," he's so cute when he seems a little nervous, "do you happen to have an extra toothbrush? My mouth just feels..." He made a face.

I chuckled. "Sure, come here."

He followed me into the bathroom where I had a new toothbrush still in the package. He said thanks and I returned to the dishes. I was finishing up cleaning the countertop when I felt two arms wrap around me. He pushed aside my hair from my neck and kissed it, just as he had when we arrived back at my place last night. I could smell the mint in his breath as he moved his lips up my jaw to my ear. I took one of his hands, then turned around to face him.

"I should probably get going," he announced.

"Okay," I nodded.

"Roni, I..." Harry stopped. Then he let out an exasperated breath, took my face in his hands and kissed me. "Please let me see you again."

"Of course," I said, surprised at his uncertainty.

"I'd ask you out for tonight, but it might be too much too soon."

"I don't know," I shrugged. I didn't have plans. "La Colombe d'Or might be too much too soon. But maybe we could think of something to do on the smaller scale."

"Really?" he grinned.

"Yeah."

"Well..." he hesitated. "Um, there's a pub my mates and I go to a lot."

"Perfect!" I exclaimed.

"Really?" Harry asked again.

"I'm not all high maintenance, Harry." I placed my hand on his arm and gave it a squeeze.

"Same time?"

"Sure."

"Right. Brilliant. I'll be here."

He kissed me once more, but let his lips linger a bit before releasing me and grabbing his jacket. I saw him to the door and watched as he took the stairs down. He looked back and waved at me when he reached the front door of the building. I blew him a kiss and he pretended to catch it.

I couldn't wait to see him again.

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TPS Part 6: The Man In The Painting

"Toby wake up. We’re here."

Ah snap awake. Trevor jumps off mah lap an back inta mah hand. Ah look out the window an see the entrance ta Hogwarts. Mah eyes look out tha window wit excitement, but mah mind still feels half asleep. Ah hear tha kids all round us gettin' their bags an Ah realize Ah haven't moved. Ah put Trevor back in his tank an get everythang ready.

"Do you have everything? I don't want you to leave anything behind."

Ah nod an watch Jacklin pick up a weird lookin cage.

"I forgot to mention this, but this is my cat, Tiger."

Ah'm still gettin' Trevor's tank an bags set up.

"Ya have a cat? Mah grandpa had a cat when Ah was young. He named it Mittens. Mittens' dead now."

Ah realize Ah probably shouldn't have brought tha up, but the words're already outta mah mouth.

"Is Tiger yer family's cat, or your cat?"

"Father bought him last year after our last cat died of old age. The Gryffindor Manor has a library full of journals and diaries from every wizard family who ever went to the school. Mice nibble on the paper so my father uses a cat."

Ah stop a sec while Ah'm packin up everythang.

"How'd yer dad get a fancy job like that?"

"Oh. I wasn't aware that you didn't know. My father, Henry Gryffindor, is the descendent of Godric Gryffindor. Godric was one of the school's founders over 1000 years ago. Our family is one of the only wizard families who had every family member go to Hogwarts. There isn't a single non-magic user in our family tree which makes me pure blooded. Pure blooded families are so rare that they end up having a lot of power."

Ah jus blink at 'er. This girl's jus too fancy ta be nice ta me.

"That'd make ya a princess a some kind then."

She laughs a lil bit as we walk. Nicest laugh Ah've ever heard. Ah look down at Trevor in his tank like he's readin' mah mind. He's lookin' at me wit his big, round eyes an that makes mah heart want ta melt.

"So if yer Godric's whatever many great-granddaughter does that mean ya gotta be in Gryffindor too?"

"Every descendent of Godric was sorted into that House. It isn't necessarily a rule that all members of the same family have to be in the same House though."

"Do ya think yer dad's gonna get mad if ya don't get inta that House?"

Ah see her stop an look a lil nervous.

"Well. Father wouldn't necessarily be angry. Even though there is a lot of expectations to be the next heir of Gryffindor, he never told me that I must be sorted in that House. Since my mother never went to Hogwarts, she doesn't have any expectations either. They both just want me to be true to myself. But I will admit, I'm still nervous."

Ah nod as we keep walkin.

"Well either way Ah still wanna be in tha same one as you an a boy Ah met in the robe store named Pacer Burton. We can go ta all the classes tagether."

Ah grab 'er hand an lead 'er off tha train, makin' sure Trevor stays in tha tank.

"Then I guess that means we need to be sorted in Gryffindor together."

Ah blush as Ah realize tha way Ah'm holdin' 'er hand makes it look like we're more than friends. Ah start ta get real worried. Ah'm startin' ta get real nervous.

"Fers years this way!"

Ah get a lil spooked by the loud noise an let go a Jacklin's hand. We follow the other kids ta the lake. We find an' board the row boat an Ah hear a real big guy at the oars talkin' in a Scottish accent.

"This way, ya wee gawks."

We sit in the boat an Ah see the castle on the other side a the lake.

"That’s the groundskeeper, Hagrid. He’s a half giant."

"A half giant? Ya mean he's like half human an half monster?"

She starts ta giggle an Ah start ta get confused again. Was Ah bein' real stupid an a dummy jus' sayin' that?

"Hagrid’s not a monster. Stories about giants eating kids are just a myth. They have their own villages away from humans."

Ah see what she means now: Hagrid ain't some big ugly monster. Ah look up an can see a kind face beneath that beard. We pull up ta shore an start gettin out the boat.

"That's the main entrance to Hogwarts Castle. Just think, in a few minutes we’ll officially be Hogwarts students."

Mah heart starts ta beat faster now as the weight of what's happenin now gets ta me.

"How they plan on sortin us? Do we gotta take a test or somethin?"

"No not at all. The Sorting Hat has been sorting students for over 1000 years. It was Godric's idea to put a spell on his hat so that it can read students thoughts."

Ah blink. Ya gotta be kiddin' me. Ah'm worried it's gonna read mah thoughts an' put me in tha dummy House.

"Everyone please hand your luggage to the porters and follow me. You will line up by last name once we get inside. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your House points, while any rule-breaking will lose House points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honor."

Ah hear an old lady talk an a group a people linin up. Ah give 'em mah bags, backpack an carefully pass 'em Trevor's tank. Ah see Jacklin walkin ahead a me an Ah know G comes before K. She's gotta be ahead a me in line. Ah ain't Pacer at all but Ah know he's gotta be even more ahead a Jacklin. A real old guy wit a pretty red robe stands up.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, first years! I must tell you all that the forest surrounding the castle is forbidden due to the extreme amount of dangerous creatures within it. I would like to introduce your new Defence Against The Dark Arts professor, Professor Quirinus Quirrell. Professor Arif Sikander will officially succeed him as our Muggle Studies expert."

Ah see a man wit a purple turban stand up wavin before sittin back down.

"Also on behalf of the entire staff including our caretaker, Mr. Flich, I would like to inform you that the corridor in the Charms section of the 3rd floor is also forbidden. Unless you wish to die a most terrible death, I suggest you heed my warning."

Before Ah can even get scared Ah see all the other kids an teachers stand up. They all start singin.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, Teach us something please, Whether we be old and bald, Or young with scabby knees,

Our heads could do with filling, With some interesting stuff, For now they're bare and full of air, Dead flies and bits of fluff,

So teach us things worth knowing, Bring back what we've forgot, Just do your best, we'll do the rest, And learn until our brains all rot."

Ah have no idea why this' happenin. Ah hope Ah ain't gotta sing this one day. Too embarrassin.

"When I call your name please sit down on the stool. I will put the Sorting Hat on your head. When you have been sorted, please take a seat in your respective section."

Ah wait patiently wit all the other kids as the old lady talks agin. She takes out the Sortin Hat an then the hat starts singin. Ah dunno why though.

"Oh you may not think I'm pretty, But don't judge on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can't see, So try me on and I will tell you Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin You'll make your real friends, Those cunning folks use any means To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid! And don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands (though I have none) For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

Ah like how the hat tol me what every House's like. Ah know if Jacklin were ta explain all this ta me it'd take jus bout all day. It ain't like listenin ta 'er'd be too bad cause that'd mean she's nice fer wantin ta explain all this ta me. Shame Ah jus wouldn't be able ta tell 'er Ah stopped understandin 'er after 5 minutes.

"Jacklin Gryffindor."

Ah missed a lot while Ah was thinkin an watch her as she walks up to tha Sortin' Hat. A look round an Ah see Pacer's in Hufflepuff. Ah wonder if Jacklin's gonna be in that House too. Some a the boys're lookin' at her hair, the girls lookin' at her eyes an some a the older boys're lookin' at her chest. Ah dunno who ta feel bad fer cause they ain't got a clue bout 'er Veela magic or Jacklin cause she ain't asked fer all this.

"Ah yes. Another member of the Gryffindor family. I see you have a high level of intellect never before seen. Very tempting the notion of putting you in Ravenclaw."

Ah start ta worry that we won't be in the same House cause Ah know Ah ain't gonna be smart nough.

"What's this? You seek something more than just wisdom? I see. Better be.. Gryffindor!"

All a Gryfdor jus starts screamin cause a how happy they are. Ah gotta cover mah ears cause it hurts too much. Ah look at Jacklin an she kinda looks happy like the kinda happy ya get when ya pass a test ya thought ya failed. She sees me lookin at 'er then she turns an walks over to tha table. She looks back at me, kinda embarrassed when she sits down.

"Toby Kwimper."

Ah'm nervous as Ah move over ta the Sortin' Hat an' wait for it ta read mah mind.

"Toby Kwimper. How interesting. Such a perfect blank slate."

Ah start ta get excited cause if tha Sortin' Hat says Ah'm a blank slate then Ah won't be goin' ta tha dummy House.

"Shh. Let your mind go, little wizard."

Ah hear the hat whisperin' an mah head gets a little woozy. Mah eyes close even though Ah ain't tol 'em too. Ah kinda feel good though like when Jacklin's wit me.

"Slytherin's definitely out. No big ambitions. Ravenclaw would be a good challenge but not good enough. Hufflepuff? Yes I feel a strong sense of loyalty.

It sounds like tha Sortin' Hat's whisperin' ta itself or like there's a million voices talkin' at tha same time. Ah feel real torn cause Ah like Pacer but Ah also like Jacklin an they ain't in the same House. Ah know Jacklin's magic's dangerous but Ah still wanna be 'er friend.

"Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff. Such a hard decision."

Ah dunno wha's been said but Ah feel a little tap on mah shoulder makin me almost jump outta mah skin.

"We’re in Gryffindor together, Toby!"

"Huh?"

Mah head's still spinnin a lil bit but Ah'm real excited! Ah'm a lil sad too that Ah won't get ta be wit Pacer too. But Ah guess the Sortin' Hat read mah mind an put me where Ah wanted ta be. Ah see Jacklin lookin' real relieved an Ah know Ah can relax a little bit.

"You must've been in a trance like state so the Sorting Hat can read your memories. You should sit down since you look about as pale as me."

Ah shakily walk over wit her ta the table an' sit down next ta her. Ah wipe the cold sweat off the back a mah neck. Ah can't believe Ah'm really here.

Time Skip

"I would like to welcome all of the 1st years and returning students. With the conclusion of the Sorting Hat ceremony, and before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you."

Ah'm still a lil outta it an hearin the ol' man talk jus makes it a lil worse as Ah had no idea wha he said. Everythang jus appears outta nowhere an mah eyes light up. This' a lotta food.

"What would you like to try first, Toby?"

"Ah dunno... Ah ain't ever seen food like this before. What should Ah try, Jacklin?"

Ah see 'er lookin over the table. She points at this weird lookin thang Ah ain't ever seen before.

"This is Yorkshire pudding. It's a baked pudding made from a batter of eggs, flour, and milk or water. You can eat it as a starter because it's small."

Ah look at the Yorkshire pudding an' try ta get mah mind round what it should taste like. Then Ah reach inta the pile a food an' start ta put a little bit a everythang on mah plate. Ah chew a couple a times an swallow. Ah look over at Jacklin an' she looks like she can tell how Ah feel.

"What are puddings like in the States, Toby? Here we have sweet and meat puddings."

"Only meat puddin Ah know bout's sausage. We got banana puddin, chocolate puddin, a whole buncha sweet puddins."

"I guess we're not that different then. There's sausages and mash on the table. We also eat a lot of roasted foods and lamb chops."

Mah stomach starts growlin.

"Sounds good ta me, Jacklin. Ah'm real hungry now. Ah'mma try the gravy now."

Ah take the tip a the spoon now, an' Ah hold it over tha plate. Ah sloooowly start ta pour the gravy on it.

"Now this is an onion gravy that goes with the Yorkshire pudding. It's very common when you eat it as a starter."

"An' tha meat puddins tha's on the table. They go wit onions, too?"

"We use brown gravy for foods that have meat and potatoes. The cream gravy can also go with potatoes but we usually use that with chicken."

Ah try the cream gravy. It tastes really good. Ah get a nice big helpin a mashed potatoes on tha plate an' Ah pour gravy on 'em. Then Ah eat the whole thang while Jacklin watches. She tells me that tha puddin, mashed potatoes, gravy, the whole meal's called a roast.

"The Kitchen Elves work in the kitchen. They put the food on tables there and use magic to make them appear on our tables."

Ah jus shake mah head.

"Tha's strange."

"It's a normal thing. They make food appear when something runs out so that none of us go hungry."

Ah start ta get worried it's gonna happen anyway. Mah momma wouldn't a never let me get way wit takin' tha last a anythang.

"See Toby. Just like that, another roast chicken appeared a little bit to your left."

Ah see the chicken an Ah'm startin' ta feel better now.

Time Skip

Desserts start ta appear on the table.

"Have you ever thought about making a food list, Toby?"

Ah look at 'er all confused. She's real good at askin me questions bout thangs Ah don't got a clue bout.

"A food list?"

"Yes. There are so many types of food served here, that it isn't possible to try all of them in one day."

"Oh. Well what do Ah gotta put on a food list? Mah favorites?"

"You can write down everything you tried and how it tasted."

Ah start ta fill mah plate wit cake. Ah eat up tha cake while Jacklin writes somethin' on a piece a paper.

"This is my food list, Toby. We can compare our lists and see what we still need to try."

Ah look over at what Jacklin's holdin' up. Ah wonder if Jacklin's got room fer another dessert.

"Have you ever had a St. Honore cake, Toby?"

"Nope. Sounds like somethin' tha elves'd make. This St. Honor's cake's on yer list?"

"Oh yes. My father brought one back from his trip to Paris a few years ago. It has a lot of chocolate and cream as it's basically a cream puff cake."

Ah feel real full but Ah jus gotta try it.

"Do ya think they've got one here fer me ta try?"

"Of course, Toby. This is big enough for us to split it up."

Ah pick up a slice an' Ah start ta eat it. So good.

"Have you ever been to Paris, Toby?"

Ah manage ta answer even though Ah got a lotta cake in mah mouth.

"Ah've ain't ever been anywhere, actually. Ah've never left Florida till June so's Ah could live wit mah Irish cousins. Pop done tol me it's the only way Ah'd be able ta go ta school here."

"Fascinating. I'm amazed you weren't asked to attend Ilvermony in Massachusetts. They're supposed to serve all students from North America."

Ah jus shrug cause it ain't like Ah know wha she's talkin bout anyway. The cake's the only thang on mah mind.

"Jacklin, this cake's tha best thing Ah've ever tasted. Ah like it so much Ah don't even wanna swallow it."

"You need to have some ice cream so you don't choke, Toby."

"Okay. Ah'll have some ice cream."

Ah use a spoon ta scoop up a big bite a ice cream. Jacklin starts wipin 'er face wit a napkin.

"I believe that's enough for me. How do you feel, Toby?"

"Ah'm not too good, actually. Mah stomach kinda hurts. Do ya think Ah can go walk it off?"

Ah move ta leave the table.

"We have to wait for our prefect to take us to the Gryffindor Tower. Since they act a role model for us, they want us to follow the rules so we won't get into trouble."

"Oh. So… Ah gotta sit at the table till tha prefect shows up."

"Yes. We all have to go to our common room together."

Ah jus hope Ah can last that long.

Time Skip

We get to the top a the stairs an mah stomach starts ta feel better. Our prefect stops.

"First years this is the way to get to the Gryffindor common room. The password to enter will change every month so pay very close attention."

Ah listen hard ta the password so Ah'm not left outta the Gryffindor common room.

"Bezoar."

Ah hear this word an' try ta remember. Bezoar... Bezoar... Bezoar's somethin ya get from a goat's stomach an's an antidote fer most poisons. Ah dunno how know it but Ah do. The door ta the common room opens an we all walk inside. All a our luggage's there.

"Amazing."

Ah follow Jacklin an' the others inside the common room. We leave the luggage in tha corner of tha room. Ah look 'round an' it's the nicest room Ah've ever seen.

"Hey, Jacklin... Ya like the room?"

"It's just like my father described it."

Ah nod an start ta remember bout 'er talkin bout 'er dad.

"So tha other kids at Hogwarts are they jus' a hodgepodge a every which kind a bloodline?"

"Yes. Do you know if your parents are wizards?"

"Pop knows somethin bout it. He said he don't do magic though."

Jacklin's bout ta say somethin when our prefect comes ta us.

"First years take a look at this painting. We have been honored to see the very founder of our House, Godric Gryffindor! Born of Scottish and Welsh ancestry in what's now Cornwall, England, this man helped found our very school. He's the only founder with a direct descendant and she's right in this room!"

Ah look at tha painting an Ah see a man with red hair in a red robe lookin like a lion's mane. He's holdin' a sword, an' Ah wonder if he used ta go an' fight those dark wizards.

"He looks tough."

"I'm just so speechless. I know father has his own portrait of him in his study, but it's still so amazing to see him."

Ah feel real good bout that one. Ah turn ta Jacklin an' Ah start wonderin' what she thinks.

"Did mah granddaughter teel ye abit me?"

Ah'm a little surprised bout the paintin talkin ta me, but Ah'll just go wit the flow. Ah nod an' Ah get more comfortable.

"Yeah... She did tell me a bit 'bout ya."

"Ye hae some Irish in ye. Whaur ur ye frae?"

Ah think a bit ta make sure Ah don't say somethin' dumb.

"Well... Well, Ah’m from tha South, but Ah live wit mah cousins in a place called... Cork."

"Dae ye hae onie fowk in Irelain boy?"

Ah can't believe Ah have ta answer tha question from tha founder a Gryfdor. Mah mind goes blank an' Ah think Ah might puke. For a minute Ah think Ah'm gonna be sick ta tha floor an' then Ah just remember tha Ah gotta get my answer out. Ah'm real glad Jacklin's not tryin' ta help me out wit words.

"Uh, yes, Godric, Ah do..."

"What's yer nam boy?"

"It's... Ah'm Toby. It's Toby Kwimper."

"Ay th' Kwimper clan?"

Ah nod real quick an' Ah'm amazed Godric knows mah last name.

"Yeah, tha's right."

"Ah thooght ye aw died it. Ah huvnae seen a Kwimper come tae Hogwarts in ower a hunder years."

Ah feel like Ah can breathe again. Godric's kinda lookin happy ta see me.

"Diz anyain still use magic?"

"Well, Mr. Godric, Pop done tol me Ah'm the only one wit real magic."

"Th' Kwimper clan is huir uv a weel knoon fur havin' squibs."

Ah shake mah head cause it's not the answer Ah was hopein' for.

"No, no Mr. Godric, tha's just not possible. Ah got magic!"

"That's a sign th' Kwimper clan is gettin' their magic back. Whit can ye dae sae far boy?"

Ah dunno why, but what Ah'm about ta say feels so important.

"Ah mean, Ah can talk ta animals. Ah can make 'em feel better an' Ah can help 'em an' Ah can make 'em like me."

Ah notice Godric is listenin' real good an' Jacklin's eyes ain't left Godric one second.

"Woods ye min' tryin' tae reid mah granddaughter's future?"

"No, sir. Ah guess Ah can try."

"What do you need me to do, Toby?"

"Ah need ta see yer hand. Ah can tell a lot more tha way."

Godric looks over mah shoulder as Ah look at Jacklin's palm an Ah let out a loud gasp the startles Jacklin.

"Yer gonna be attacked by a strange man!

"What about my 2nd year?"

Ah feel like Ah know what's gonna happen but Ah gotta make sure.

"Yer gonna be in trouble. There's a flash an yer gonna be lyin in a hospital bed all stiff!"

Ah feel Jacklin's hand tighten round mah own hand 'cause Ah think Ah jus really scared her.

"Can you see my 3rd year?"

"There's gonna be a werewolf an it's gonna be chasin ya!"

Ah'm so deep in the visions all Ah can hear's Jacklin's voice.

"Will my 4th year be any better?"

"There's… there's gonna be… there's gonna be some… some… some death! Somebody's gonna die an everybody's gonna be sad!"

"How bad will my 5th year be?"

Ah sniff an Ah blow a snot bubble.

"Yer gonna be attacked agin. This woman's gonna split the school in half... but... there's gonna be so much blood!"

"Do you think my 6th year will get worse?"

"Ah... Ah... Ah think things will get bad… an worse! There's gon be trouble. Someone's gonna be fightin’ fer someone else an it could get bad! There'll be some… some bad blood!"

"Is the bloodshed going to end in my 7th year?"

"No."

Ah see a vision of a man turnin' inta ash.

"So… Ah think when good guy wins tha battle it'll be a beautiful thing, but it's a terrible path."

Ah gotta be lookin weird cause mah eyes're blinkin real weird an swayin a bit.

"Ye better sit heem doon hen. Th' boy's lookin' as peely waly as ye."

Ah feel weak in mah legs an Ah can feel my head slippin' down off a mah shoulders. Everythang goes black an Ah don't 'member anythang else.

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[deke-rivers-1957]

Toby Meets Godric Gryffindor

"Toby wake up. We’re here."

Ah snap awake like tha frog snapped out of tha chocolate. Trevor jumps off mah lap and back inta mah hand. Ah look out tha window an see tha entrance ta Hogwarts. Mah eyes look out tha window wit excitement, but mah mind still feels half asleep. Ah hear tha kids all round us gettin' tha bags an tha things Ah need for school an Ah realize Ah haven't moved. Ah put Trevor back in his tank an get everythang ready.

"Do you have everything? I don't want you to leave anything behind."

Ah nod an watch Jacklin pick up a weird lookin cage.

"I forgot to mention this, but this is my cat, Tiger."

Ah'm still gettin' Trevor's tank an bags set up.

"Ya have a cat? Mah pawpaw had a cat when Ah was young. He named it Mittens. Mittens' dead now."

Ah realize Ah probably shouldn't have brought tha up, but the words are already outta mah mouth.

"Is Tiger yer family's cat, or your cat?"

"Father bought him last year after our last cat died of old age. The Gryffindor Manor has a library full of journals and diaries from every wizard family who ever went to the school. Mice nibble on the paper so my father uses a cat."

Ah stop a sec while Ah'm packin up everythang.

"How'd yer dad get a fancy job like that?"

"Oh. I wasn't aware that you didn't know. My father, Henry Gryffindor, is the descendent of Godric Gryffindor. Godric was one of the school's founders over 1000 years ago. Our family is one of the only wizard families who had every family member go to Hogwarts. There isn't a single non-magic user in our family tree which makes me pure blooded. Pureblooded families are so rare that they end up having a lot of power."

Ah jus blink at 'er. This girl's jus too fancy ta be nice ta me.

"That'd make ya a princess a some kind then."

She laughs a lil bit as we walk. Nicest laugh Ah've ever heard. Ah look at her and Ah see that she's smilein', too. First time Ah'd ever seen anyone smile so much. Ah start ta have tha warm, fuzzy feelin's like maybe this could... Ah look down at Trevor in his tank like he's readin' mah mind. He's lookin' at me wit his big, round eyes an that makes mah heart want ta melt.

"So if yer Godric's whatever many great-granddaughter does that mean ya gotta be in Gryffindor too?"

Ah see the way she's lookin at me an Ah wonder if Ah said somethin' only a dummy would say.

"Every descendent of Godric was sorted into that House. It isn't necessarily a rule that all members of the same family have to be in the same House though."

"Do ya think yer dad's gonna get mad if ya don't get inta that House?"

Ah see her stop an look a lil nervous.

"Well. Father wouldn't necessarily be angry. Even though there is a lot of expectations to be the next heir of Gryffindor, he never told me that I must be sorted in that House. Since my mother was only born and raised in Bulgaria, she never went to Hogwarts. They both just want me to be true to myself. But I will admit, I'm still nervous."

Ah nod as we keep walkin.

"Well either way Ah still wanna be in tha same one as you. We can go ta all the classes an' sit next ta each other at tha feasts."

Ah grab her hand and lead her off tha train, makin' sure Trevor stays in tha tank.

"Then I guess that means we need to be sorted in Gryffindor together."

Ah blush as Ah realize tha way Ah'm holdin' her hand makes it look like we're more than friends. Ah start ta get real worried. Should Ah let go? Should she? Ah don't want her to want ta let go. Ah'm startin' ta get real nervous. Ah'm startin ta get upset now.

"Fers years this way!"

Ah get a lil spooked by the loud noise an let go a Jacklin's hand. We follow tha other kids ta tha lake. We find an' board tha row boat an Ah hear tha real big guy at tha oars talkin' in a Scottish accent.

"This way, ya wee gawks."

We sit in tha boat an Ah look back ta see tha whole of tha castle. The clouds are startin' ta cover tha sun. It gets a little windier an' tha boat moves slowly twords tha docks.

"That’s the groundskeeper, Hagrid. He’s a half giant."

"A half giant? Ya mean he's like half human an half monster?"

Ah look at her to see if tha answer's on her face. She starts to giggle an Ah start ta get confused again. Was Ah bein' real stupid an a dummy jus' sayin' that?

"Hagrid’s not a monster. Stories about giants eating kids are just a myth. They have their own villages away from humans."

Ah stare an stare at tha oars as they creak an move back an forth in tha water. Ah see what she means now: Hagrid ain't some big ugly monster. Ah look up an can see tha kind face beneath tha scruff of tha beard an' the smile in tha eyes. We pull up ta tha shore an start gettin out the boat.

"That's the main entrance to the Hogwarts Castle. Just think, in a few minutes we’ll officially be Hogwarts students."

Mah heart starts ta beat faster now as tha weight of what's happenin now gets ta me. Ah'm real excited, too.

"How they plan on sortin us? Do we gotta take a test or somethin?"

Ah start lookin' a little scared at tha sound of tha school's huge doors swingin' open.

"No not at all. The Sorting Hat has been sorting students for over 1000 years. It was Godric's idea to put a spell on his hat so that it can read students thoughts."

Ah blink. Ya gotta be kiddin' me. Ah'm worried it's gonna read mah thoughts an' put me in tha dummy House.

"Everyone please hand your luggage to the porters and follow me. You will line up by last name once we get inside."

Ah hear an old lady talk an a group a people linin up. Ah give 'em mah bags, backpack an carefully pass 'em Trevor's tank. Ah see Jacklin walkin ahead a me an even though Ah ain't got a clue how ta spell Gryfdor, Ah know G comes before K. She's gotta be ahead a me in line.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, first years! I must tell you all that the forest surrounding the castle is forbidden due to the extreme amount of dangerous creatures within it. Also on behalf of the entire staff including our caretaker, Mr. Flich, I would like to inform you that a corridor in the Charms section of the 3rd floor is also forbidden. Unless you wish to die a most terrible death, I suggest you heed my warning."

An old man wit a long gray beard makes an announcement bout how this school's real dangerous. Before Ah can even get scared Ah see all the other kids an teachers stand up. They all start singin.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, Teach us something please, Whether we be old and bald, Or young with scabby knees,

Our heads could do with filling, With some interesting stuff, For now they're bare and full of air, Dead flies and bits of fluff,

So teach us things worth knowing, Bring back what we've forgot, Just do your best, we'll do the rest, And learn until our brains all rot."

Ah have no idea why this' happenin. Ah hope Ah ain't gotta sing this one day. Too embarrassin.

"When I call your name please sit down on the stool. I will put the Sorting Hat on your head. When you have been sorted, please take a seat in your respective section."

Ah wait patiently wit all tha other kids as the old lady talks agin. She takes out the Sortin Hat an then the hat starts singin. Ah dunno why though.

"Oh you may not think I'm pretty, But don't judge on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can't see, So try me on and I will tell you Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin You'll make your real friends, Those cunning folks use any means To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid! And don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands (though I have none) For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

Ah like how tha hat tol me what every House's like. Ah know if Jacklin were ta explain all this ta me it'd take jus bout all day. It ain't like listenin ta 'er'd be too bad cause that'd mean she's nice fer wantin ta explain all this ta me. Shame Ah jus wouldn't be able ta tell her Ah stopped understandin 'er after 5 minutes.

"Jacklin Gryffindor."

Ah missed a lot while Ah was thinkin an watch her as she walks up to tha Sortin' Hat. Some a the boys're lookin' at her hair, the girls lookin' at her eyes an some a the older boys're lookin' at her chest. Ah dunno who ta feel bad fer cause they ain't got a clue bout 'er Veela magic or Jacklin cause she ain't asked fer all this.

"Ah yes. Another member of the Gryffindor family. I see you have a high level of intellect never before seen. Very tempting the notion of putting you in Ravenclaw."

Ah start ta worry that we won't be in the same House cause Ah know Ah ain't gonna be smart nough.

"What's this? You seek something more than just wisdom? I see. Better be.. Gryffindor!"

All a Gryfdor jus starts screamin cause a how happy they are. Ah gotta cover mah ears cause it hurts too much. Ah look at Jacklin an she kinda looks happy like the kinda happy ya get when ya pass a test ya thought ya failed. She sees me lookin at 'er then she turns an walks over to tha table. She looks back at me, kinda embarrassed when she sits down.

"Toby Kwimper."

Ah'm nervous as Ah move over ta tha Sortin' Hat an' wait for it ta read mah mind an' tell tha world tha worst kept secret in tha history of tha universe.

"Toby Kwimper. How interesting. Such a perfect blank slate."

Ah start ta get excited cause if tha Sortin' Hat says Ah'm a blank slate then Ah won't be goin' ta tha dummy House. Wit any luck Ah won't get stuck in tha Evil House, neither.

"Shh. Let your mind go, little wizard."

Ah hear tha hat whisperin' an mah head gets a little woozy. Mah eyes close even though Ah ain't tol 'em too. Ah kinda feel good though like when Jacklin's wit me.

"Slytherin's definitely out. No big ambitions. Ravenclaw would be a good challenge but not good enough. Hufflepuff? Yes I feel a strong sense of loyalty.

It sounds like tha Sortin' Hat's whisperin' ta itself or like there's a million voices talkin' at tha same time. Ah dunno what he's sayin but Ah jus wanna be in the same House as Jacklin. Ah know 'er magic's all dangerous but Ah still wanna be 'er friend.

"Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff. Such a hard decision."

Ah dunno wha's been said but Ah feel a little tap on mah shoulder makin me almost jump outta mah skin.

"We’re in Gryffindor together, Toby!"

"Huh?"

Mah head's still spinnin a little bit but Ah'm real excited! The Sortin' Hat read mah mind an put me where Ah wanted ta be. Ah see Jacklin lookin' real relieved an Ah know Ah can relax a little bit.

"You must've been in a trance like state so the Sorting Hat can read your memories. You should sit down since you look about as pale as me."

Ah shakily walk over wit her ta tha Gryffindor table an' sit down next ta her. Ah wipe tha cold sweat off tha back a mah neck. Ah sit there kinda dazed tha we're sittin at tha Gryffindor table now.

Time Skip

"I would like to welcome all of the 1st years and returning students. With the conclusion of the Sorting Hat ceremony, and before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you."

Ah'm still a lil outta it an hearin the ol' man talk jus makes it a lil worse as Ah had no idea wha he said. Ah look round tha big, tall table an' see all the students an' teachers talkin' an' eatin' an' havin' fun. Everythang jus appears outta nowhere an mah eyes light up. This' a lotta food.

"What would you like to try first, Toby?"

"Ah dunno... Ah ain't ever seen food like this before. What should Ah try, Jacklin?"

Ah see 'er lookin over the table. She points at this weird lookin thang Ah ain't ever seen before.

"This is Yorkshire pudding. It's a baked pudding made from a batter of eggs, flour, and milk or water. You can eat it as a starter because it's small."

Ah look at tha Yorkshire pudding an' try ta get my mind round what it sounds like it should taste like. Then Ah reach inta tha pile a food an' start ta put a little bit a everythang on mah plate. Ah put tha smallest of tha little puddins on mah spoon, blow on it a little, an' shove tha whole thang inta mah mouth. Ah chew a couple of times and swallow. Ah look over at Jacklin an' she looks like she can tell tha taste on mah face without lettin' me say anythin' out loud.

"What are puddings like in the US, Toby? Here we have sweet and meat puddings."

Ah swallow tha rest of tha Yorkshire puddin to tha sound a Jacklin's laugh. The last bits are stuck, but Ah get 'em down.

"In the US we like meat puddins when they're in tha form a sausage. It's mostly what we put in tha gravy fo' tha mashed potatoes. And tha sweet puddings in tha form a pies... tha apple pies Ah love."

"I guess we're not that different then. There's sausages and mash on the table. We also eat a lot of roasted foods and lamb chops."

Mah stomach starts growlin.

"Sounds good to me, Jacklin. Ah'm real hungry now. Ah'm gonna try tha gravy."

Ah dip m' finger inta tha gravy an lick it off. Then Ah start to dip tha Yorkshire pudding into tha gravy an' Ah look over at Jacklin again an' see tha look a concern on her face again.

"You shouldn't put your finger in that, Toby. We pour the gravy onto our plates or use the spoon that goes with it."

"Oh..."

Ah take tha tip a tha spoon now, an' Ah try some gravy from tha gravy boat. Ah hold it over tha plate an' Ah sloooowly start ta pour tha gravy on. It kinda sounds silly when Ah say it like tha, but Ah'm tryin' ta be careful. Ah get tha whole thing on tha plate without makin' tha gravy run off tha edge like Jacklin does it. Ah turn ta her with tha plate like a big deal. She looks a little surprised tha gravy didn't run off tha edge, too.

"Now this is an onion gravy that goes with the Yorkshire pudding. It's very common when you eat it as a starter."

"An' tha meat puddings that's on tha table. They go wit tha onions, too?"

Ah hear laughter from tha table next ta us where some students are waitin' fer tha food ta be served ta them. Some tha students turn ta look at me because Ah'm bein' a little loud. Ah hear Jacklin laughin', too. Ah'm startin' ta wonder if tha gravy is supposed ta make ya laugh an' Ah'm the only one tha don't get tha joke.

"We use brown gravy for foods that have meat and potatoes. The cream gravy can also go with potatoes but we usually use that with chicken."

Ah try tha cream gravy. It tastes really good. Ah get a nice big helpin a mashed potatoes on tha plate an' Ah pour tha gravy on 'em. Then Ah eat tha whole thang while Jacklin watches. She tells me that tha puddin, mashed potatoes, gravy, the whole meal, is called tha roasts. Ah nod an' start to get th' hang' a eatin' tha food.

"Don't worry, Toby. The Kitchen Elves make plenty of food for us."

She musta saw mah head goin in all directions or has 'em mind readin powers cause Ah dunno how else she knew what Ah'm thinkin.

"Kitchen… Elves?"

"Yes. They've been working at Hogwarts for as long as the school existed."

Ah look round the room an the floor tryna look fer 'em.

"Well, where they at? Ah don't see no little men runnin' round. Just tha students an' tha teachers."

"The Kitchen Elves work in the kitchen. They put the food on tables there and use magic to make them appear on our tables."

Ah jus shake mah head.

"Tha's strange. If tha elves put all tha food on tha table in the kitchen an use magic fo' tha food ta just appear on tha tables at tha feast, we can just keep eatin' as much as we want."

Ah watch Jacklin as she takes tha last a tha meat pies an starts to eat it.

"Yes that's a normal thing. They make food appear when something runs out so that none of us go hungry."

Ah look round an' notice tha food tha other students got on tha table.

Well, Ah sure hope they have enough food fo' all tha students who show up here. They don't seem ta check an' see who's here tha first week of school then make sure tha right amount a food's there.

Ah start to get worried tha it's gonna happen just tha way Ah thought. Ma wouldn't have never let me get away wit takin' tha last a anythang.

"See Toby. Just like that, another roast chicken appeared a little bit to your left."

Ah see the chicken an Ah'm startin' ta feel better now that Ah feel Ah have tha problem solved. All Ah gotta do's stay right here next ta Jacklin an' as soon as somethin starts ta run out Ah can take advantage a tha magic ta make more appear.

Time Skip

Desserts start ta appear on the table.

"Have you ever thought about making a food list, Toby?"

Ah look at 'er all confused. She's real good at askin me questions bout thangs Ah don't got a clut bout.

"A food list?"

"Yes. There are so many types of food served here, that it isn't possible to try all of them in one day. We have 7 years to try everything."

Ah start ta like tha sound a makin a food list.

"What do Ah gotta put in tha food list? Mah favorites?"

"You can write down everything you tried and how it tasted."

Ah start ta fill mah plate with tha cake tha elves made appear, even though tha plate's already pretty full. Ah don’t wanna miss out on tha opportunity ta put everythang on m' food list. M' eyes are big as tha saucers tha cake came on. Ah eat up tha cake while Jacklin writes somethin' on a piece a paper tha looks like a food list.

"This is a child's paradise of sweets."

M' stomach is gettin' a little too full ta eat any mo' ah tha desserts. Ah turn ta Jacklin an' Ah notice tha paper she's holdin'.

"Wait a minute, ya said somethin' bout a food list. What are ya makin'?"

"This is my food list, Toby. We can compare our lists and see what we still need to try."

Ah swallow tha last mo' a tha cake an' look over at what Jacklin's holdin' up. Ah see tha words she wrote down on tha paper an Ah wonder if Jacklin's got room fo' tha stuff on her list.

"Have you ever had a St. Honore cake, Toby?"

"Never heard a it, Jacklin."

Ah'm almost full. But Ah'm willin' ta push tha food around tha plate a little longer ta hear what kinda stuff's on tha list.

"Is it good?"

"It's a cream puff cake."

Ah nod at 'er.

"Sounds like somethin' tha elves'd make. This St. Honor's cake's on yer list?"

"Oh yes. My father brought one back from his trip to Paris a few years ago. It has a lot of chocolate and cream."

Ah look at Jacklin an' m' belly's too full for food, but this cake on tha list is so temptin. Ah'm willin tha move tha food 'round if Ah can have tha cake. M' eyes are on tha prize: tha cake tha elves made appear an' tha voice in m' head is speakin' loud an' clea'.

"Do ya think they've got one here fo' me ta try?"

"Of course, Toby. This is big enough for us to split it up."

Ah keep m' eyes on tha cake as Jacklin pulls it half way between us. Ah've never wanted anythin' so bad in my life. Ah pick up tha slice that's meant for Jacklin an' Ah start to eat it without even waitin' fo' her ta take tha slice Ah left for her. Ah notice tha look Jacklin got when Ah did that, but Ah can't stop eatin'.

"Have you ever been to Paris, Toby?"

Ah manage ta answer tha question while eat'n tha cake.

"Never. Ah've ain't ever been anywhere, actually. Ah've never left Florida till June so's Ah could live wit mah Irish cousins. Pop done tol me it's the only way Ah'd be able ta go ta school here."

The cake's tha only thang on m' mind.

"Jacklin, this cake's tha best thing Ah've ever tasted. Ah like it so much Ah don't even wanna swallow it. Ah could just sit here with tha cake in mah mouth fo' the rest a tha day.

"You need to have some ice cream so you don't choke, Toby."

Ah turn mah 'tention from tha cake ta tha ice cream tha elves just put on tha table. Ah look back an' forth between m' cake an' tha ice cream, an' Ah don't know which one Ah should go ta first. Ah take tha time ta consider tha options. It takes more effort ta force m' eyes away from tha cake, but Ah get it done.

"Okay. Ah'll have some ice cream.

Ah use a spoon ta scoop up a big bite a ice cream an' start eatin' tha ice cream while Ah chew tha cake.

"You and your Pop should come with my family when we go to France during our Christmas holiday."

"Go ta France?"

Ah'm chewin' tha cake, thinkin' 'bout tha ice cream tha's almost gone an' how the elves are probably makin' more ta replace it an' tha words "France" jus' come out.

"Yeah Ah could do tha, Jacklin. Food's so good here... it must be even better in other places."

"I'm glad to hear that your autism doesn't make traveling difficult for you, Toby."

Ah don't really know what Jacklin's sayin'. Ah don't like when other people hear what Ah'm thinkin' bout. Tha's how all kinds a trouble starts. But Jacklin's smilin' at me, an' Jacklin's been very nice so Ah nod at her smile.

"Ah ain't afraid a travelin'. Ah jus don't like loud plane noises."

"Splendid. We won't be going by plane so you have nothing to fear."

Ah'm still chewin' tha cake an' eatin' tha ice cream at the same time. Ah think this cake goes well together wit tha ice cream. Ah look over at Jacklin, but Ah decide ah shouldn't say anythin' just in case Ah'm wrong. Ah see 'er wipin 'er face wit a napkin.

"I believe that's enough for me. How do you feel, Toby?"

Ah finish up tha last of the cake an' turn away from tha ice cream. M' belly's so full an' mah food list is lookin' a lot longer now. Ah start ta get uncomfortable jus' sittin' an' eatin'; Ah think Ah should move round a lil bit.

"Ah'm not too good, actually. Mah stomach kinda hurts. Do ya think Ah can go walk it off?"

Ah move ta leave tha table.

"We have to wait for our prefect to take us to the Gryffindor Tower. That would be a long walk."

"Oh. So… Ah gotta sit at tha table till tha prefect shows up."

"Yes. We all have to go to our common room together."

Ah don't like tha idea a sittin' at tha table an' not doin' anythin'. But Ah don't wanna argue an' seem weird tha first day. Ah'll just move my legs under tha table an' tap m' feet when nobody's lookin' ta burn off tha energy.

"Gryffindors come with me! You will all be given the class schedule for the year when we get to the common room."

Ah stand up an' start walkin' with tha other 1st year students. We walk to tha stairs tha prefect pointed out. Ah'm not really thinkin' bout where Ah'm goin'. Ah'm just watchin' m' feet an' m' belly is hurtin' so bad, Ah hope Ah can make it up tha stairs.

"Oh dear. This is just like father said. The staircase is moving."

Ah'm not sure if Ah like the movin' stairs, but the stairs stop movin' when they reach tha new floor. M' belly is so full it's hurtin' bad now. Ah look 'round for Jacklin after Ah get off tha stairs. Ah see her standin' wit tha prefect an' a bunch a other 1st year kids. Ah'm not quite sure what Ah'm s'posed ta do nex'. Ah don't think Ah'm too good at this game.

"Please calm down."

Ah look 'round an' notice Jacklin is speakin'. Ah can see tha Veela magic is work'n on tha other kids. Ah can feel m' belly gettin' even more an' more upset from tha food. Ah think Ah should go wit Jacklin before Ah make m' belly trouble show on m' face. Ah manage tha walk ove' to Jacklin an' stand nea her. Ah think Jacklin's notice tha way Ah look. Ah'm startin' ta get worried.

"Are you about to meltdown, Toby?"

Ah nod 'da' at Jacklin, jus' like earlier when Ah couldn't get m' words out right. Ah think Ah want help, but Ah don't wanna hurt her feelins. Ah have tha idea tha's how m' last school ended so suddenly. But Ah think Ah need a bathroom now or somethin'.

"Does anyone need to use the restroom before we continue?"

Ah raise ma' hand.

"Very well then. Lads follow me."

Ah follow tha other boys inta tha bathroom. M' belly's hurtin' worse an' worse. Ah go inta tha stall an' shut tha door ta do ma' business. It's no good. Ah feel sick. Ah'm havin' a meltdown an' Ah can't do anythin' 'bout it. Ah feel tha tears start'ta fall.

"Everythang hurts."

Ah'm cryin' an' poopin' at tha same time. After it's over Ah open tha stall door an Ah come out lookin' like tha saddest little boy tha's has ever existed.

"Too hot."

Ah stick mah hands under cold water an Ah feel kinda better 'cause m' belly don't hurt so bad no more. Ah'm still cryin' a little. Ah splash mah face wit water. It feels a little better.

"Hic. Oh."

Ah belch one more good time an' Ah feel better. Ah dry m' face wit a paper towel.

"Are you ready to go to the common room now Kwimper?"

"Uh… Yeah. Ah guess so."

Ah follow tha other 1st year students out tha the bathroom an' walk behind Jacklin up tha stairs ta tha Gryindor common room.

"Are you feeling better, Toby?"

Ah nod at Jacklin jus' like earlier, like m' voice don't work right or somethin'.

"Very well then. Up we go."

Ah hold onto Jacklin wit both hands as tha stairs move again. Ah don't like tha movin' stairs very much, but Ah'm not gonna tell anyone tha stairs are tha problem. Ah'm jus' gonna follow Jacklin an' not say anythin' else ta make m' problems worse.

Time Skip

We get to the top of the stairs. Our prefect stops.

"Gryffindors this is the way to get to the Gryffindor common room. The password to enter will change every month so pay very close attention."

Ah listen hard ta tha password so Ah'm not left outa tha Gryffindor common room.

"Bezoar."

Ah hear this word an' try to remember. Bezoar... Bezoar... Bezoar's somethin ya get from a goat's stomach. Ah dunno how know it but Ah do. The door ta the common room opens an we all walk inside. All a our luggage's there.

"Amazing."

Ah follow Jacklin an' the others inside tha common room. We leave tha luggage in tha corner of tha room. Ah look 'round an' it's the nicest room Ah've ever seen. Ah'm so amazed tha Ah forget about m' belly again... for now. Ah turn ta Jacklin.

"Hey, Jacklin... Ya like tha room?"

"It's just like my father described it."

Ah nod an start ta remember bout 'er talkin bout 'er dad.

"So tha other kids at Hogwarts are they jus' a hodgepodge a every which kind of bloodline?"

"Yes. Do you know if your parents are wizards?"

Ah start think'n 'bout m' family while Ah look over tha room.

No one in ma' family's ever talk'n bout doin' anythang magical. We all jus do simple farm work."

"I think one day you should ask your Pop about it."

"Maybe Ah will. Ah'm curious now."

In tha meantime, Ah look round tha common room, noticin' tha fire tha burns bright in tha fireplace. Ah like tha feeling it gives tha room. Ah feel comf'table here in thi Gryffindor common room. Ah want to sit nea tha fire. Ah see Jacklin's lookin shocked.

"Wha's wrong?"

Our prefect comes ta us.

"First years take a look at this painting. We have been honored to see the very founder of our House, Godric Gryffindor!"

Ah look at tha painting and Ah see a man with red hair in a red robe lookin like a lion's mane. He's holdin' a sword, an' Ah wonder if he used to go an' fight those dark wizards with tha sword. The paintin's... well, it's so... Ah jus don't know what to say. After a beat Ah just say tha first thang tha pops into mah mind.

"He looks tough."

Ah feel real good bout that one. Ah turn ta Jacklin an' Ah start wonderin' what she thinks about tha compliment Ah just gave tha founder a Gryffindor.

"Did mah granddaughter teel ye abit me?"

Ah'm a little surprised bout the paintin talkin ta, but Ah'll just go with tha flow. Ah nod an' Ah get more comfortable.

"Yeah... She did tell me a bit 'bout ya."

"Ye hae some Irish in ye. Whaur ur ye frae?"

Ah think a bit ta make sure Ah don't say somethin' dumb.

"Well... Well, Ah’m from tha South, but Ah live wit mah cousins in a place called... Cro-Croo."

Ah feel like a moron.

"Croom, County Limerick."

"Dae ye hae onie fowk in Irelain boy?"

Ah can't believe Ah have ta answer tha question from tha founder a Gryfdor. Mah mind goes blank an' Ah think Ah might puke. For a minute Ah think Ah'm gonna be sick ta tha floor an' then Ah just remember tha Ah gotta get my answer out. Ah'm real glad Jacklin's not tryin' ta help me out wit words.

"Uh, yes, Godric, Ah do..."

"What's yer nam boy?"

"It's... Ah'm Toby. It's Toby Kwimper."

Ah can't believe Ah answered tha question. Jacklin smiles an Ah smile real wide. Ah feel like Ah can't believe Ah'm here, talkin' wit tha founder of tha House.

"Ay th' Kwimper clan?"

Ah nod real quick an' Ah'm amazed tha Godric remembers tha name.

"Yeah, tha's right."

"Ah thooght ye aw died it. Ah huvnae seen a Kwimper come tae Hogwarts in ower a hunder years."

Ah feel like Ah can breathe again.

"Ah can't help it, Mr. Godric. We're a real rare breed."

Ah can see in Godric's face tha he knows what Ah'm sayin' an' Ah think Ah handled it just right. Ah look at Jacklin an' Ah know Ah've been talkin' wit Godric so long she's a lil nervous. Ah get ready ta speak again.

"Diz anyain still use magic?"

Ah don't wanna upset Godric so Ah'm real careful ta get this response right.

"Well, Mr. Godric, Pop done tol me Ah'm the only one wit real magic."

Ah hope that answer is alright for Godric an' Jacklin. Ah don't really know any more, especially 'bout tha magic gettin' weaker, but it don't sound half bad. Ah give mahself a gold star an' Ah look around tha room an' Ah figure it's safe ta talk again.

"Th' Kwimper clan is huir uv a weel knoon fur havin' squibs."

Ah nod an' it's not tha answer Ah was hopein' for. Ah know tha word 'squib.' Ah figure it means Ah got no real magic in mah veins. But Ah'm not gonna give up.

"No, no Mr. Godric, tha just not possible."

Ah turn ta Jacklin an' Ah look a lil desperate. Ah almost feel like Ah'm boutta cry.

"Ah do have magic. Ah know Ah do."

"That's a sign th' Kwimper clan is gettin' their magic back. Whit can ye dae sae far boy?"

Ah dunno why, but what Ah'm about ta say feels so important.

"Ah mean, Ah can talk ta animals. Ah can make 'em feel better an' Ah can help 'em an' Ah can make 'em like me."

Ah notice Godric is listenin' real good an' Jacklin's eyes ain't left Godric one second. Ah ain't scared ta say tha answer Ah know they both wanna hear.

"Woods ye min' tryin' tae reid mah granddaughter's future?"

Ah feel so good tha they're leavin' tha subject of tha lack of magic an' tha fact Ah can talk ta animals. Ah've heard about readin' tha lines on someone's palm. But Ah figure tha's just some ol' wives tale, like the future bein' already written so Ah ain't too nervous 'bout doin' it.

"No, sir. Ah guess Ah can try."

"What do you need me to do, Toby?"

"Ah need ta see yer hand. Ah can tell a lot more tha way."

Godric looks over mah shoulder as Ah look at Jacklin's palm an Ah let out a loud gasp tha startles Jacklin.

"You're gonna be attacked by a strange man. Ah feel like Ah've seen 'em before."

Ah'm so amazed tha this is workin' that Ah just spit tha words out an' Ah don't know if Ah'm makin' any sense or not. Ah ain't really seein Jacklin no more as all Ah can see's mah visions.

"What about my 2nd year?"

Ah feel like Ah know what's gonna happen but Ah gotta make sure.

"Yer gonna be in trouble. Ah feel like Ah've seen this. You'll be in danger too. There's a flash an yer gonna be lyin in a hospital bed all stiff."

Ah feel Jacklin's hand tighten around mah own hand 'cause Ah think Ah've just really scared her with tha answers.

"Can you see my 3rd year?"

Wit mah eyes closed, Ah know Jacklin's scared 'cause she's squeezin mah hand so hard her fingers are hurtin' a little bit.

"Yer gonna be in danger again, an it's gonna be at night when tha moon is the biggest in tha sky. There's gonna be a werewolf an it's gonna be chasin ya.

Ah'm so deep in the visions all Ah can hear's Jacklin's voice.

"Will my 4th year be any better?"

Ah get a lump in mah stomach an Ah feel like Ah'm about ta throw up. But Ah gotta tell Jacklin what Ah see. Ah let out a big gasp an now it's like Ah'm holdin' onta Jacklin ta stop both our hands from shakin.

"There's… there's gonna be… there's gonna be some… some… some death! Somebody's gonna die an everybody's gonna be sad!"

"How bad will my 5th year be?"

Ah sniff an Ah blow a snot bubble an' Jacklin's still holdin' mah hand barely. Ah gotta tell her wha Ah see.

"Yer gonna be attacked agin. This woman's gonna split tha school in half... but... there's gonna be so much blood!"

Ah feel tha Jacklin's shakin a lil more, 'cause she's prolly scared what she might hear next. Ah know Ah need ta take a break an' Ah blow tha snot away so Ah can take a minute ta calm down.

"Do you think my 6th year will get worse?"

Ah blow a couple more snot bubbles.

"Ah... Ah... Ah think things will get bad… an worse… and jus' when y’all think tha nightmare can't get any worse... it will! There's gon be trouble wit uh… people… in relationships. It's like a love triangle… but it ain't quite. Someone's gonna be fightin’ fer someone else an it could get bad! There'll be some… some… some bad blood!"

"Is the bloodshed going to end in my 7th year?"

Ah feel like Ah should tell her tha her hand's hurtin me, but Ah have bad visions ta tell her bout. Ah don't think she'll want me ta stop, so Ah force tha words out.

"No."

Ah see tha vision of tha man turnin' into ash. Ah still got tha snot stuck in mah sinuses from earlier an' Ah start sniffin real hard, but it won't come out. So Ah just continue tellin' what Ah see.

"It's gon get better, but not… not jus yet. It's… it's gonna get a little worse, an then tha war's gonna happen. Then… an then a good guy's gonna win it. There's gonna be a giant snake an a big sword that makes the bad guy lose."

Ah sniff again and again an tha booger still won't come out. Ah take in a big, big breath an' Ah open mah eyes look at Jacklin. Ah notice she's still holdin' mah hand an Ah think tha's so sweet.

"So… Ah think tha when tha' good guy wins tha battle it'll be a beautiful thing, but it's a terrible path tha he takes ta get there. Tha… uh… tha evil ain't gon be easy ta kill an uh… tha good guys won't win it without payin’ a price."

Ah gotta be lookin weird cause mah eyes're blinkin real weird an swayin a bit.

"Ye better sit heem doon hen. Th' boy's lookin' as peely waly as ye."

Ah feel weak in mah legs an Ah can feel my head slippin' down offa my shoulders. Ah start hearin' tha words tha Godric's sayin', but Ah don't wanna listen tha his voice right now. Ah just wanna sit mah behind down and try an get my head back on the right way. Everythan goes black an Ah don't 'member anythang else.

Tag list: @arrolyn1114, @aliengoth3, @vintagepresley, @comebackep, @thetaoofzoe, and @presleysgirl6.

[iambutmortal]

How Elain Found Out She Had A Daddy Kink

For @separatist-apologist (Happy Birthday MB!)

Inspired by this post by @finalgirl-steve

Summary: Elain accidentally discovers more about herself after reading one of Nesta’s smutty books

Pairing: Elucien

Word Count: 1.6k

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It started as an accident, really.

Elain and Lucien were in the House of Wind having their monthly dinner with the Inner Circle. Sometimes, Elain wasn’t sure who was forcing the other to attend, if Elain was making Lucien go so she could see her sisters, or if he was dragging her along so he could do his duty as heir of Day.

Either way, they both always left with the same feeling of relief it was over. 

Still, Elain was glad she got to visit her sisters, got to watch as Nyx grew up. And because it meant she got to raid Nesta’s library.

She didn’t have permission in the strictest sense of the word. There was the official stack of books Nesta gave her every month, sweet romances with nothing more than hand holding and maybe some light kissing if Elain got lucky.

Then there were the ones that always seemed to slip their way into the pile, the absolute filth Elain knew her sister usually read if the comments Cassian occasionally let slip were anything to go by.

The first time had been a mistake. Elain had set the stack on an end table, hadn’t noticed the book already there when she’d put them down.

She found she’d enjoyed it more than she’d thought she would, the pirate stealing the princess away in the night to have his wicked way with her.

Since then, she’d noticed more and more somehow appearing. Always made sure to give a whispered thanks to the House of Wind before leaving.

Elain opened the newest copy as soon as they got back to Pelas, sliping under the covers of her and Lucien’s bed in Helion’s palace.

It was good, they were always good, the House seemed to have impeccable taste. And then she got to the first bit of smut.

“Please Daddy,” Merem whined as Orzi thrust into her, hitting that inner spot over and over. She was desperate, wanted to come for her daddy…

Elain slammed the book shut, her face turning a furious shade of red.

“Something wrong?” Lucien asked, looking up from his own book. Something on treatises or another equally boring topic.

Elain shook her head quickly, probably too quickly if Lucien’s arched brow was any indication. “It just took me by surprise,” Elain said faintly. 

“Good surprise or bad?”

“An undecided surprise,” Elain supplied, uninterested in elaborating.

Lucien hummed his response, closing his own book. “Well if you’re done reading…” Elain squealed as Lucien rolled on top of her, gently tugging the book out of her hands and tossing it on the nightstand before pulling up the bottom of her nightgown. Elain parted her thighs and he slid between them easily.

-

Elain was still thinking about it in the wee hours of the morning, well after Lucien had fallen asleep. She longed to join him, her body worn out and tired, even as her mind whirled.

By the cauldron, had Nesta, controlled, rigid Nesta every called Cassian that. Elain didn’t want to think about it, wanted to banish the thought from her mind, but it was there, nibbling away at her every time she closed her eyes.

It’s not like her and Lucien hadn’t used pet names before. She’d occasionally slip a yes sir in when her mate was being particularly bossy, couldn’t deny that being called lady made her insides warm and melty.

But daddy seemed like a step too far. Especially for Nesta, who had spent so long hating their father.

 Lucien rolled over in the bed, sliding one arm over her waist and tugging her against his chest. “Go to sleep,” he whispered, mouth pressed against her hair. “You’re going to need your energy tomorrow, Vassa and Jurian are coming for dinner.”

Elain pressed against his warmth. “I didn’t mean to keep you awake,” she apologized.

“S’ okay,” Lucien said, already drifting back asleep. Elain tried to follow suit, she really did, but she still felt utterly exhausted at dinner that night, the slight ache of her under eyes reminding her of her lack of rest.

She thought she was doing an admiral job of appearing awake, laughing at all the appropriate times as Lucien and Vassa bantered back and forth, at least until they retired to the salon for after-dinner drinks and Vassa slid next to her with a suggestive grin.

“Long night?”

“What,” Elain asked, taking a second to process the question. “No,” she shook her head, feeling her cheeks grow warm. “Not like that, it was a book I read…” Elain trailed off weakly.

“Oh?” Vassa asked, voice teasing. “Don’t be shy, tell me your recommendation?”

“Lost to the Pirate Lord,” Elain whispered, too low for Jurian and Lucien to hear across the room.

“I loved that one,” Vassa exclaimed loudly, prompting Jurian to look over at them, his face soft. “Orzi was hot.”

“Vassa wouldn’t shut about about him for a week,” Jurian added.

“Do I have competition?” Lucien asked, grinning broadly.

“Maybe,” Vassa smirked. “He gave me lots of ideas.”

Elain wanted to sink into the couch cushions.

It was only after the conversation had safely drifted away from that topic, Jurian and Lucien deep in discussion about a trade deal between the human lands and Day Court, that Elain dared ask the question she’d been longing to all night.

“So do you actually call Jurian,” Elain glanced over at her mate, making sure he was thoroughly distracted, “that in bed?”

“Daddy?” Vassa asked, her face the picture of innocence. 

Elain nodded.

Vassa’s smile was feral. “Obviously. You should see Jurian, he goes absolutely wild. It’s the best sex—“

“Thank you,” Elain interrupted before her friend could say something else about her and Jurian’s sex life Elain really didn’t want to hear. 

Vassa shrugged. “If you’re curious, try it. Or at least mention it to Lucien, see if he’s interested.”

Elain highly doubted she would ever do that, could handle that conversation. Lucien would take it well, would want to talk about her desires, but Elain didn’t think she could make it through that talk without dissolving into a puddle of embarrassment.

Besides, for all Elain’s hang ups about her father, Lucien undoubtedly had more. She could only guess how little he wanted to be reminded of that in bed.

Really, it was fine. She’d forget about it soon, this whole thing would be a non incident.

-

A week later and Elain had not forgotten it. Which was a problem because she was currently in bed, legs spread while Lucien pounded into her. 

Her back arched, a garbled moan spilling from her lips when Lucien hit a particularly sensitive spot.

“By the cauldron, you feel good,” he groaned, somehow managing to slide in impossibly further.

Elain whimpered, trying desperately to grind her clit against Lucien’s warm skin. She needed more, more friction, more of him.

Lucien placed a hand on her hips, holding her down to the mattress. “You’re going to be a good girl for me and stay still, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Elain purred, the word slipping out without meaning to.

Above her, Lucien froze.

Elain felt her face go hot as she realized what she said. “I—“ Elain started, before realizing she had no idea how to explain this.

“What did you say?” Lucien asked, his voice low. He was still frozen above her, muscles tense.

“I’m sorry,” Elain said, her voice tiny.

Lucien shook his head, red hair falling around his face. “Say it again.”

“What?”

“Say it again,” Lucien demanded, pulling out slightly and then thrusting back in. “Are you my good girl.”

“Yes Daddy,” Elain said, face still unbearably warm.

The low groan in the back of Lucien’s throat made something in Elain’s stomach tighten. He reached a large hand around the back of her thighs, pulling them up towards her and letting him deepen his angle, hitting that sensitive spot again and again with each long, slow thrust.

His thumb brushed against her clit and Elain whined, throwing her head back on the pillow and squeezing her eyes shut.

“Eyes on me,” Lucien ordered. She obeyed, watching where her mate slid in and out of her. Elain was rapidly approaching the precipice, driving higher with each roll of Lucien’s hips, each stroke of his thumb.

Lucien leaned closer to her, lips pressed gently against her ear. “Come for me,” he ordered. “Be a good girl and come for Daddy.”

Elain broke, pleasure cresting higher than ever before and she cried out. Her core tightened around Lucien and he grunted giving another deep thrust before following her over the edge.

Lucien rode them both through the after effect, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before pulling out and rolling onto the mattress with a grunt.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, still panting slightly.

Elain hurried her face in the pillow. “No,” she murmured. The embarrassment was back, a sickening twist of her stomach.

Lucien ran his fingers up and down her bare spine soothingly. “Did you not like it?” She could hear the frown in his voice.

She turned her head a fraction so she could just see Lucien out of the corner of her eye. “Would it be weird if I did?”

“Only if you think it’s weird I did.”

Elain rolled over fully, sliding over in the bed to rest her head in the crook where Lucien’s head met his shoulder.

“So we’re doing it again?” Elain asked tentatively.

Lucien wrapped his hand around her waist and lifted her over him so fast Elain let out an involuntary shriek. She glanced down to see he was already half hard again and Lucien gave her a wink with his good eye.

“Only if you’re going to ride Daddy like a good girl.”

[talesofstyles]

Good Morning Indeed

absolutely no plot whatsoever, just a bit of husband and dad harry in the midst of the family’s morning chaos 😂

Harry

“Go get the condom on.”

“I’ll pull out, I promise.”

“Your pull out game is weak.”

“Oi, them’s fightin’ words.”

“There’s a reason we’ve got six kids.” Says the missus with a roll of those pretty—but sometimes deadly (please don’t tell her I said this)—eyes. “‘Sides, I’ve just changed the sheets yesterday. You are not coming on the sodding sheets.”

“Fine,” I sigh and reach down to the bedside table. Why is the drawer filled with sodding Duplo and those tiny, pricey Sylvanian Family bunnies? I’m guessing kid number two, three and four have something to do with that. A few more seconds of rummaging before I finally found my treasure in the very back of the drawer. I lay on my back as I sheath myself up, and seeing as I’m already here… might as well, right? I smirk at her as I say, “hop on then.”

“Fat chance that,” she mutters. “Do I have to take off my top?”

“Nah,” I shake my head, it’s cold, and I’m a considerate husband. “A flash will do. Just give me a visual.”

She rolls up my shirt that she wears to sleep, a really old white rolling stones t-shirt that has two holes and a loose thread hanging on for dear life from the hem. She looks homeless. Gorgeous homeless though. 

“Nice,” I flash her a boyish grin, like a teenage boy seeing his first pair of tits. “You’ve got great racks.”

“You’re just saying that…”

I know what she sees when she looks at herself in the mirror and I wish she could look at herself through my eyes. 

“Hey, don’t you dare. My babies grew in that body, that’s everything.”

Her tender smile hits me right in the gut. “I love you.”

“Love me enough to ride me?” I say with a playful flick to one nipple.

“Nice try.”

“I love you,” I mutter near her mouth and give her a searing kiss. I run my tongue over her bottom lip, then I kiss her down her neck, her cleavage and her breasts. I slowly circle one nipple, and she giggles, knowing it’s a well-rehearsed move that is guaranteed to do what’s needed. See, her tits are kind of like start buttons. No matter the situation, a little attention to those bad boys switches things around real quick. Her head slams back against the pillow. And she moans, holding my head in place.

We’ve got ignition lads. 

I nestle my body on top of hers, and there’s a bit of wayward angling and poking until I find my way inside of her. And then it’s on. Two bodies writhing on the bed. My hips rotate in long, slow circles.

“Bollocks!”

“What? The condom isn’t broken, is it?”

“No, it’s bin day. I forgot to take out the recycling bin.”

“S’fine, we’ve got time before the school run.”

The bin’s sorted, back to the shag…

I slide my hands under her, bringing us closer. Rocking us faster. My forehead hovers close to hers and I open my eyes so I can watch. What can I say? I’m greedy like that. I want to soak up every gasp, every flicker of pleasure across her face. Pleasure I’m giving her.

Her breathing changes. It turns panting and desperate, and I know she’s close. I move harder, grinding against her, inside her, with every forward push. Warms sparks tickle my spine and heat spreads down until every nerve in my body is shaking. I slam inside her, burying deep as her hips jerk upward. She spasms hard around me, gripping me tight. 

I rock back my hips and pull almost all the way out, but then I freeze. Because a dreaded sound echoes across the room, grabbing our full attention. It’s coming from the baby monitor. It’s a rustling, the sound of cotton rubbing cotton. Like snipers in the jungle, we don’t move a muscle. We don’t say a word. We wait, until the rustling stops. And all is quiet again. 

Too bad it’s not for long. Because two thrusts in, a light comes on in the landing. Followed by small footsteps heading down the stairs. Shit.

“Harry, just come already. They’ll all be up soon.”

“I’m close… don’t rush it, you’re scaring it away.” 

She grinds her hips. Also another well-rehearsed move that she knows will get me off. But I freeze again, because there’s a second set of footsteps and the sound of a toilet flushing. Oh, and the babies next door are starting to whimper. 

Great.

“I’M HUNGRY!” That’s James, darling little cockblocker number four who likes to be fed on time. He’s three.

“WE’LL BE OUT IN A SECOND!” My wife shouts over my shoulder. “Harry for the love of god-”

I pick up the rhythm. Small beads of sweat form on my brow. She grinds her hips again, and I try to focus. “Just like that, fuck, keep doing that.”

“Sshh, keep your voice down.”

“IS THERE ANY BREAD THAT ISN’T 50/50?” That’s Eleanor, child number two. She’s seven, and she’s one of those children who seem to possess a discernible palate that knows when we’ve changed brands of baked beans or attempt to bring sugar-free fruit squash through the doors.

“IT’S THE SAME,” I reply.

“NO, IT’S NOT. DO WE HAVE OTHER FOOD?”

“THERE ARE SHREDDIES.”

“DON’T LIKE ‘EM.”

“PORRIDGE.”

“I’M NOT A BEAR!”

Honestly, seven-year-olds gunning for a fight this early in the morning can go do one.

The babies are starting to gather volume next door so I try to focus again. It only takes a few more thrusts before ecstasy wrecks my body, making me shudder. I press my lips against her neck as I come back down to earth. But I don’t move yet. I know we should get going because things are already chaotic outside our door, but I just don’t have the will yet. I’m considering going back to sleep for a minute or two. She won’t mind, will she? Well, I’m wrong. Because she proceeds to perform the move that seems to amuse every sodding woman on earth. And causes every man to squeal like a bloody pig. Without warning, she uses her powerful muscle to squeeze my extremely sensitive cock. 

Girls, grab a piece of paper and write this down. I’m speaking on behalf of every man to walk on earth here; we hate that. We don’t think it’s funny.

I jerk back, pull out, and roll off her. I try to look annoyed as she giggles, and obviously I fail, because that freshly fucked, flushed-face makes it impossible not to grin back.

“CAN I HAVE JAFFA CAKE?” That’s Victoria, child number three. She’s five, and she’s yelling as she thunders up the stairs. 

“JAFFA CAKE ISN’T BREAKFAST,” my wife shouts back as she sits up and hands me a nappy sack. “Harry…”

I wrap up the condom with it and toss it to the bin. “You’ve just taken me life force, woman, give me a moment.”

“CUSTARD CREAM?”

“NO.” We shout in unison. 

“HOBNOB THEN?”

“STAY AWAY FROM THE BISCUIT TIN!”

“You want to wrestle a biscuit-hunting kid out of a cupboard and 50/50 bread drama or fussy babies with full nappies?”

“Babies.” I hear a small child get whacked by a sibling downstairs and I feel like I may have got the better deal here.

Next door, the twins are not happy. They’re six months old now, and they’re both teething. Thing one glares at me as I walk into their nursery and thing two stares at me stroppily from the corner of her cot. Their cheeks are scarlet, and thing one proceeds to bark at me like a seal. I pick his warm, sleepy, cuddly body and cradle it close to mine as I lay him down on the changing table. I smell the dampness. It’s definitely wee. He’s soaked through, I think I didn’t tuck his willy in when I last changed him around three in the morning so it sprayed in some upward motion and drenched his clothes. See, this is why girls are better than boys. There’s no way they can pee upwards. 

After I put a fresh nappy and a change of clothes, I put him down on the rug so he can wiggle around while I grab his sister and sort her out. After six kids, I’m definitely a pro with baby duty and can practically change their clothes one-handed. The whole thing takes only a few minutes.

I cuddle the babies on each side as I walk downstairs and into the kitchen. They immediately reach out to their mum who’s cracking some eggs as soon as they spot her, knowing she’s the only one who can cure their hunger this morning. 

“Uniforms!” She says to the big kids as she takes one baby into her arms. “We’ll do breakfast after. Please, please, please…”

Desperate pleas lead them to saunter out and up the stairs. I follow my wife into the living room and hand her the other baby as she plops down on the couch. She rolls up her shirt and the babies latch instantly. Tandem nursing is harder now that they’re a little older and aware of their surroundings. They’re trying to scratch each other’s faces as they nurse. “Oi, what’s this? You each get a tit, stop fighting.”

They seem to somehow listen to me and have stopped trying to poke each other’s eyeballs. We’ll see how long that lasts. “Finish the eggs?”

I nod. “I’m on it.”

I brew some coffee, finish the scrambled eggs, and pop the slices after slices of bread in the toaster. Breakfast is done just in time as my wife walks back into the kitchen with two full and happy babies. She puts them in their high chairs and I scoop a bit of eggs on each of their trays for them to nibble on.

George appears back in the kitchen clad in his uniform with his also dressed brother trailing behind. We always lay his clothes the night before on his bed and he gets dressed all by himself in the morning. And he’s getting better at it, seeing he only missed a button on his shirt.

“Hi mate,” I say as I fix his button and he flashes a toothy grin at me. I plop him down on the chair, he’s graduated from the high chair now but still uses a booster seat.

“No toast!”

“What do you want then?”

“Chee-yos?”

I nod before I grab a handful of cheerios and set them on his plate next to his eggs. Then I take a few steps back across the table. “Hey, James, set it up.”

He flashes me another toothy grin before he opens his mouth wide and keeps it open. I hold a single Cheerio between my fingers while I bend my knees and bounce my hand as if I were dribbling a basketball. “Three seconds left on the clock, down by one. Styles got the ball. He fakes left, he drives in, he shoots…”

I toss the Cheerios in a high arc. It lands right into his mouth.

“He scores! The crowd goes wild!”

James holds both hands over his head. “Core!”

“Viv stole the biscuit tin, you know? She ate three jammie dodgers upstairs.” Eleanor says as she walks in with book bags and school shoes. 

George, seeing his sister walks in, proceeds to open his mouth wide and flashes her the half-chewed eggs on his tongue. It’s his current thing and it annoys his sisters to death. The young’uns think differently though as they double over in laughter. 

“Eeewww!” She shrieks. “You’re so gross!”

“VICTORIA, PUT THAT BISCUIT TIN DOWN AND GET YOUR BUTT IN THE KITCHEN! AND GO GET THEM HAIR TIE THINGIES…” 

“I didn’t have any biscuits!” She yells and runs down the stairs.

This kid is the quintessential daddy’s girl. She climbs up onto my lap right away, handing me the brush and a hair tie. 

“See, poppet, I would’ve believed you if you didn’t leave evidence all over your face,” I arch one of my eyebrows as I sweep a speck of raspberry jam on the corner of her mouth. 

“You always do a ponytail,” she huffs.

“Either that or I give you a bowl cut with kitchen scissors. I reckon that fruit bowl will do. Your choice.”

“Can I have some more eggs?” George asks with his mouth full of his last bite.

“God, that’s like your third serving,” Eleanor grumbles.

“Nag.”

At that insult, Eleanor flings a piece of toast like a ninja. Before George can retaliate, my wife gives them both the look.

“Viv, will you at least have some eggs?”

“No.”

“Fine,” my wife sighs. “I’m gonna get changed then.”

I glance at the clock and, well, shit, I should get dressed too. “Can you lot watch the babies and try not to kill each other for the next five minutes?”

“Five quid each?” Eleanor tries to negotiate. “Babysitting isn’t supposed to be free, you know? That sounds like child labour to me.” 

Bollocks. 

“Two quid each,” I give her my dad look that says the offer is final and indisputable.

“Deal.”