#if you move the cam i think he's supposed to be kissing her upper lip but idk it looks kinda weird lol

[what-is-it-to-be-pk-esque]

Enjoy some Astarion kiss screenshots I got with my tav Seraphina, trying to find the cutest and prettiest spots for them to smooch

[ang3lc]

pleaseeee can i ask for Simon and a cam girl?

i love the idea of the average cam girl getting some special attention and tips from the grumpy solider

of course you can doll !

simon x camgirl!reader (fem), suggestive, my mind kind of went away with this one :/, ps: should I start making headers for fics??

You’d always been careful about keeping the two parts of your life separate. By day, you were a soldier—focused, professional, working alongside men like Simon Riley, men who noticed everything and missed nothing. By night, you were swathed in shadows, pink lace, and satin sheets, faceless yet vibrant in ways you couldn’t allow yourself to be during the day.

It was a delicate balancing act, one you’d perfected over time. But even the best plans can fall apart.

That mission was supposed to be routine—a simple extraction, in and out, no complications. But, as always, distractions have a way of complicating a firefight. And a bullet had come too close.

Simon had been the one to find you once the fighting died down, crouched behind cover and pressing your hand to your bleeding arm.

“Y'hit,” he said, his voice as even as ever, though his eyes scanned you with a sharpness that made your chest tighten.

“Just a graze,” you replied, gritting your teeth as he knelt beside you.

“Hold still f'me.”

He pulled out his kit, his hands steady as he cleaned and stitched the wound. You bit back a wince, the sting sharp but nothing compared to the weight of his gaze.

“Y'lucky,” he said finally, tying off the last stitch. “An inch t'the left, 'n we’d be havin' a different conversation.”

You nodded, mumbling a quiet thanks before he helped you to your feet. The mission went on, the wound forgotten in the chaos, but later, when you stripped off your gear, you traced the neat line of stitches and thought about the way his hands had felt—steady, sure, and too close for comfort.

He didn’t forget.

The way your blood had stained his gloves, the way you’d flinched but didn’t complain. It wasn’t the first time he’d patched up a teammate, but something about it stayed with him.

Two weeks later, he still found himself thinking about it, replaying the moment like it held an answer he hadn’t figured out yet.

He doesn’t remember when it started—the quiet pull toward something he knew wasn’t wise. Nights after long missions blurred into watching her, RosyRail, with her baby doll lingerie, her seemingly always kiss-bitten lips, and hair that always fell just right. The name was a sugary veil, but what kept him coming back was the sharpness beneath her sweetness. The wit that cut through the screen and made his cock twitch.

She never showed her face. Just soft-lit glimpses of her lips, her hands, the curve of her neck, and always the way she moved—purposeful, but never desperate. He shouldn’t have been curious, but he was.

Something had been nagging at him—the way she covered herself so carefully, never letting the camera linger too long on anything that might reveal her identity. It was deliberate, and Simon knew deliberate when he saw it.

The pieces came together all at once.

Simon sat in his quarters, the screen’s glow reflecting in his eyes as he watched her. She shifted, leaning forward slightly to adjust the camera, and the sleeve of her robe slipped down her shoulder.

His breath hitched.

There, on her upper arm, was a scar. Fresh, pink, and impossibly familiar.

It was you.

RosyRail was you.

You settled into your chair, the familiar brush against your skin grounding you as you adjusted the camera and the straps of your lace chemise. The pink robe draped carefully over your shoulders, a soft contrast to the nerves coiling in your chest.

The ritual was the same every time: a deep breath, a flick of the live button, and the mask slipping effortlessly into place.

“Evening, everyone,” you said, your tone warm and inviting, smoothing over the rough edges of your day. “How’s everyone doing tonight?”

The chat lit up instantly, the usual flood of greetings and flattery scrolling past, but your focus zeroed in on one name: Frosty_14

There he was. A smile tugged at your lips. Silent as always, reliable as ever. You leaned closer to the camera, resting your chin in your palm. “Perfect timing, as always, Frost.”

You were lost in the rhythm of your stream for a while, teasing the viewers with even more skin when the price was right, but missing your favorite tipper. He usually tipped the most, making everybody else work a little harder. Aside from that, everything was flowing as it always did.

You didn’t hear it at first, the sound of a knock muffled by the low hum of soft music and the noise of donation alerts, but then, there it was again—louder this time, followed by the unmistakable creak of your barrack door swinging open.

The sight of him made your stomach plummet. You slammed the laptop shut, your heart pounding in panic, but it was already too late. The damage had been done. He’d seen it all—the soft glow of the sunset lamp, the faux-background you’d carefully set up, all leading to you sitting there, legs crossed, perched in a chair with your tits pushed up high, a flimsy thong barely covering your front. You were laid out for him, every inch of you meticulously arranged, like a gift waiting to be unwrapped.

You couldn’t breathe. Your pulse thundered in your ears as Simon took a slow step into the room, the door clicking shut behind him with a soft thud. He didn’t say a word. His silence was heavier than any accusation, and instead of speaking, his eyes roamed over you—every inch of you, the way you tried, desperately, to pull the robe back over your body. His gaze lingered, unrelenting, a smoldering heat that burned through the fabric, settling on every exposed curve. You could feel the weight of it, impossible to ignore.

He didn’t respond right away. A cold sweat trickled down your spine as he moved toward you with deliberate confidence that made the air thick with tension.

"So," he said, his voice low, dangerous, as though he were savoring the moment. "This wha' y'been hidin', yeah? Like to plaster y'tits on a screen?"

The words hit you like a punch to the gut, and your heart skipped a beat. "I..I.." You opened your mouth to speak, to explain, but the words were trapped. There was no easy way out now. The reality of the situation—of him, really seeing you—settled in, and you felt your cheeks flush with heat.

Then, finally, he smirked. The corner of his lips twitched upward, a slow, knowing curve, and even through the black of his mask, you could see it shift, subtle but unmistakable. It sent a jolt through you, making your stomach flip. The tension pressing down on you both like a vice. 

“Y’ve got some explaining to do,” he said, his tone almost teasing.

You sat there, frozen for a moment, trying to regain control of your racing thoughts. But all at once, the weight of it hit you. 

He already knew.

The realization crashed over you, and the instinct to cover yourself or hide evaporated. You couldn’t ignore it. He had known. And there was only one way how.

Without thinking, you stood up abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor as you closed the distance between you. You stood toe-to-toe with him, the heat from his body radiating toward you. His towering presence made you feel small, but you squared your shoulders, refusing to back down.

“How?” you demanded, your voice sharp as you closed the distance between you. Your chest was tight with a mix of frustration and panic. “How did you find out?”

Simon’s gaze stayed steady, but there was a flicker behind his eyes—something that told you he hadn’t expected this. His mask hid so much, but his posture—his silence—spoke volumes.

He didn’t answer right away, just stood there, unmoving, his eyes narrowed slightly. The seconds stretched, thick with tension. But then, to your surprise, his shoulders tensed, and he lowered his gaze, as if reconsidering.

“I—" he began, his voice slower than before. "I didn’t know, not at first.”

“I noticed somethin'.” He sighed, like he was working through his own thoughts. "I saw y'.... y'robe slip.” He paused, his gaze drifting briefly to your arm.

The scar.

You stiffened. You hadn’t thought about it, not until now. The scar, the one you had thought you'd kept hidden, had betrayed you.

Simon’s eyes lingered on the now exposed reddish-pink mark for a moment, his gaze suddenly soft, almost apologetic. Without a word, his hand reached out, almost hesitantly. The brush of his fingertips against your skin sent a shiver down your spine, his touch light but undeniable. He ran his hand over your arm, following the curve of the scar as if memorizing it, as if trying to understand.

You didn’t pull away. You couldn’t. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, and in that moment, the weight of everything you’d been hiding seemed to disappear beneath his hand.

“I didn’t know it was you,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost unsure. “Not until I saw this.”

You could feel his thumb tracing the scar, his breath soft against your skin. A silence fell between you, and the space that had been charged with tension shifted into something else—something far more fragile.

His statement hung in the air, unchallenged. Simon’s hand lingered, his touch no longer just a simple gesture, but something more intimate, something you didn’t quite understand.

But you didn’t need to say anything. The truth had already spoken for itself. Your fingers slipped into his, a gentle but insistent pull guiding him further into the room. Simon followed without hesitation, his body attuned to your lead, moving pliantly with you. When your palms pressed against his chest, he let you ease him back until the bed creaked beneath his weight.

A soft grunt rumbled from his chest as you crawled atop his lap, your thighs bracketing his hips, anchoring him beneath you. You leaned in, your lips brushing the shell of his masked ear, your voice curling around him like smoke, thick and syrupy, dripping with saccharine temptation.

"Let me show you some other services I offer... Frost."

mlist

[lia-jones]

Growing Stronger - Chapter Twenty-Nine - Who Wants To Be Rich and Famous

“We need to start discussing the wedding.” Victor initiated the subject over morning coffee, wearing his usual LFG CEO, all-business-no-play expression. “First order of business: the date.”

“Oh my.” I teased, but I still corrected my posture on my chair, straightening my back. “I was thinking about either a Spring or Fall wedding. The heat is unforgivable here, I don’t want pit stains on my dress.”

“You want to get married here?” Victor raised an eyebrow at me.

The realization that came with that simple question hit me hard. If I was talking to an ordinary guy, the obvious answer would be that we had to get married in Loveland, because that was where we both lived. But Victor wasn’t an ordinary guy. He actually had the financial power of planning a wedding in ANY part of the world, and comfortably fly all the guests there, without breaking a sweat. It wasn’t like I didn’t know Victor was rich, but the truth was I never stopped to think how financially well off he was. The first word that came when I thought of Victor, besides hot or love , was successful . But for some reason, not rich .

“I don’t know, actually.” I started playing with my bracelet. “I would like to marry at someplace that is meaningful for us.”

“Hmm.” Victor looked up for a moment, pondering on my words. “Not Souvenir, it is too small. Not Dubai, because we would have to explain…” He smiled mischievously at me. “Where we shared our first kiss? That would be a great idea, actually.” He took his tablet and started tapping, searching for something.

“You mean in the middle of the street in Paris?” I frowned. “Too… public, don’t you think? Although Jules Verne could do the catering.” Sure, a Michelin awarded restaurant doing my catering. So easy and common!

“You know our first kiss wasn’t in Paris.” Victor frowned at me, looking up from behind his glasses.

“Excuse me?” I frowned back at him. “I’m not senile, I know it was.”

“Our first kiss as a couple was in Paris, but it wasn’t our first kiss.” Victor stubbornly insisted. I was suddenly confused by his confidence.

“Ok, spill it.” I glared at him, tired of walking around the question. “What do you know that I don’t?”

“Remember the gala we went to, in Creekwood?” He raised his eyebrows at me, expecting for the penny to drop.

“That wasn’t a kiss, that was an accident!” I laughed. But Victor was staring at me, in all seriousness. “Wasn’t it?”

“Maybe for you.” He gave me a cocky and knowing smile. I just stared at him, the wheels in my mind turning ever so slowly. “Ok, let me walk you through it. Stand up.” He got up from his chair and took my hand. I obediently followed.

“Ok, now what?” I asked, as he assumed a dancing stance, holding me in his arms.

“I invited you to dance, we were dancing that Aretha Franklin song, Say a little prayer for you , remember?” He said, swaying to the music inside his head.

“Ok…” I played along.

“Then the music stopped, and Sting was on. When we dance. It was a slow dance, so you wanted to stop and go back to your seat. But I didn’t let you. So we started dancing that one.” Victor assumed a different position, wrapping his arms around me.

“How can you remember all the songs that were playing?” I looked at him, surprised. “I can’t remember what I had for breakfast yesterday.”

“I remember every single detail of that night.” He declared. “And I made you pancakes yesterday. So, do you remember what happened next?”

“I told you I would do you a favor. So Miss Bates would really think we are together.” I smiled.

“Exactly.” Victor nodded. “You told me to lower my hands on your back, and I obliged.” He slowly lowered his hands on my back, sending shivers through my spine. “Then you asked me to bring my face closer to yours. And I did.” He lowered his head, and I could feel his breath touch my skin. And it was just for the sake of fully understanding what had happened that I didn’t kiss him there and then. “And here’s when things were a little different for me.”

“Wait, you stole that kiss?” I asked, after replaying the whole thing in my mind. Sneaky beautiful man.

“I already had feelings for you by that time. I had had them for quite a while. I didn’t invite you to be my beard, I couldn’t care less about Miss Bates. I wanted to spend time with you and get to know you. And I wanted to show you I wasn’t as bad as you thought I was.” Victor lovingly rubbed his nose against mine. “Also, after the Mia fiasco, I promised myself I would be bolder, if I was lucky enough to love someone again.”

“So I kissed you on the cheek…” My lips touched his skin, and neither of us could help the content sigh.

“And all I had to do was to turn my head. I had been thinking about kissing you the whole evening.” His lips met mine, just like that night, only this time the kiss wasn’t as soft. All the slow build-up resulted in a hot fiery kiss, and it would turn into something more if we didn’t have to go to work.

“So our first kiss was in Creekwood.” I croaked when we broke the kiss.

“Well, technically yes, but I was the only one truly enjoying the kiss. You thought it was just pretend.” Victor argued, still holding me in his arms.

“Victor, I wasn’t pretending. The kiss was unexpected, but I was actually kissing you back. I thought you thought it was just pretending.” I pulled him closer.

“Is that so? The time we have wasted.”  His lips teased mine. “If only I had known, I would have kissed you all night long.” His tongue grazed my upper lip, making me lose my mind. I deepened the kiss, crazy with lust.

Thankfully (or maybe not) my phone rang. It was Diane. And this time I was wise enough to put it on speaker, not wanting to lose an eardrum for good.

“Hey, Di, you’re on speaker. What’s up?”

“I didn’t know you like soccer.” There was a mischievous tone in her voice. Victor suddenly grabbed his phone.

“It was a charity- Wait.” I paused. “How do you know?”

“Channel 24. Right now.” Diane instructed.

Victor grabbed the TV remote, to turn the kitchen’s TV on. And the first thing we saw was us, on the kiss cam, kissing.

Look at her Perry! She notices the cam is filming, kisses him on the cheek. The guy notices, and… There! There you go! Full on her lips! She’s melting, look at that! The CEO’s got moves!

In her defense, every girl would melt under those lips. Victor Lee is pretty easy on the eyes.

I was frozen, hypnotized by the screen in front of me. I hear Victor’s livid voice behind me.

“I’ll make them regret this.” He gripped my shoulders. “The lawyers made it perfectly clear that you are not to be discussed in the media.”

“It’s fine.” I turned to show him I wasn’t upset. “They are talking about our kiss, not my abuse. Actually, they’re talking a lot more about you than me.”

Ok, he may seem grumpy and have that bad temper reputation, but I think it adds to the charm.  I would love to have that CEO boss me around any day!

I stifled a laugh, watching Victor’s cheek turning pink.

All jokes aside, we are happy for the couple. It was about time Loveland’s Most Eligible Bachelor to find love. And the way they look at each other, it’s true love, I’m sure.

He definitely put a ring on it! Look at the size of that rock!

Another channel commented that it's a blue diamond, incredibly rare. Her ring is probably worth something close to a million dollars.

I looked at my hand with dread.

“Victor…” I called, afraid to ask the question. “How much did my ring cost?”

“You’re not supposed to know that.” He hurriedly picked up his suitcase, turning to leave. “I’ll see you later. Don’t worry about dinner, I’m cooking tonight.”

“Victor.” I stood in front of him, not letting him leave. “Do I have a million dollars on my finger?”

“Of course not.” He avoided my gaze. “Who do you take me for?”

“Victor.”

“Andy.” The nickname said it all. He wanted to appease me. He was hiding something.

“How much did my engagement ring cost? How many people could I feed with it?”

Victor gave me a smug smile.

“None, obviously. Diamonds are not nutritious, dummy.” He chuckled at his own joke. Mocking me.

“Victor Lee, drop the diversions and answer me!”

He quickly took me in his arms, kissing me, and he did it so sweetly, so perfectly, that I couldn’t help but melt in his arms, oblivious to the world around me.

“I love you. Enjoy your day.” He pecked me on the lips, as I tried to recover from the daze the kiss brought me.

And it was when he closed the door that I realized that he had made me temporarily forget what I was angry about, so he could make a run for it. Damn it.

Later that day, I went to LFG to meet Diane for lunch. Obviously everyone had heard about the engagement, so I was surrounded by people congratulating me or simply wanting to say hi. Ten minutes after, I hear Victor’s voice in my ear, coming from behind me.

“My fiancée comes to my company and doesn’t even bother to come to my office to greet me? I’m severely offended.” He scolded playfully.

“I didn’t even know you’d be here! I came to meet Diane!” I defended myself, giving his muscular arms a soft squeeze. He took my hand, lacing his fingers in mine, leading me to his office.

“There’s someone who wants to see you.”

When I entered Victor’s office, I was immediately greeted with a suffocating hug.

“Andrea! Congratulations! I’m so happy for you both!” Mia jumped while hugging me, making me jump too.

Although my opinion of Mia had improved slightly since that gala at the University, I was still somewhat conditioned to relate Mia with things I didn’t like. I couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable around her. And although I could imagine what she was doing in LFG, I didn’t like to find she was spending time alone with my fiancé .

“Thank you, Mia!” I put my serene smile in place.

“You should’ve seen Victor’s face when he saw you through his window! His face lightened up, so cute!” Mia cooed.

“Is that so?” I smiled at him lovingly, giddy to see him blush a little.

“Mia wants to interview us and be the face of the media coverage of our wedding.” Victor quickly changed the subject, clearing his throat.

“Oh, that is so not going to happen! Sorry, Mia.” Victor gave Mia an I told you so look. “Wait, are you serious? Why does our wedding need media coverage?” I knew it! I knew I wouldn’t like it.

“Because it’s going to be the event of the year!” Mia almost jumped with excitation. “We must do a magazine article with both of you, photoshoot and interview. Then another photoshoot of Andrea picking wedding dresses, not revealing the one she’s wearing, of course, and then the wedding itself, the reception…”

All this new information, Mia’s excitement and my fear of exposure got my mind reeling incredibly fast, and for a moment I felt like I was about to faint. I pulled one of Victor’s chairs to sit down.

“Andrea, are you feeling well? You look pale.” He got up from his seat and kneeled in front of me, holding my shoulders.

I didn’t reply, focused on my breathing, trying hard not to make a scene. Victor silently rubbed my shoulders, his eyes trained on me, ready to act if he saw the slightest change of expression.

“This seems to happen a lot to you, Andrea.” Mia chimed in. “Maybe you should see a doctor.”

Oh shut up, just shut up already.

“Mia, do you mind leaving us alone?” Victor turned to her, his expression grave. “We will discuss this and let you know of our decision.”

“Of course. Andrea, if you need anything, just call. I know you will be really busy with the paparazzi following you around all the time, if you need a few tips-”

“Would you please leave?” Victor looked at her with fury in his eyes. Her mouth snapped shut, and she left with an understanding nod.

“Do you really want to do this? Have our lives exposed like this? It’s like having guests at our wedding we didn’t invite!” I turned to Victor, after making sure she was gone.

“The alternative is worse.” Victor’s voice softened as he spoke. “This is about damage control. If we don’t do this, there will be a race for the newest and juiciest gossip, and they will take any measures necessary to achieve it. However, if we declare we already have a company with the rights for the coverage, they will leave us alone, and Mia will deal with it. Furthermore, we will have absolute control over what is published. No focus on your abuse or on any matter we don’t want to discuss.”

“It’s too much.” I shook my head. “You heard what she wants to do, she wants to follow me everywhere! I can’t stand to take a picture, let alone do a photoshoot!” I saw the worry in Victor’s eyes, and lowered my head. “I don’t know, it just came as a surprise, I never imagined you’d be so famous.”

“Do you regret having said yes?” Victor looked at me with sadness in his eyes.

“No, of course not.” I held his face, pecking him on the lips. “I may not like this, but I do love you. And that’s all that matters.”

“Let’s discuss it at dinner tonight. I’ll make that salmon you like, we open a nice bottle of wine, and we talk about it with a clear head.” Victor smiled reassuringly, brushing an astray curl from my face. “We don’t have to do anything just yet, and if we do, we don’t have to do all she requested. We’ll figure it out together, the two of us, without any additional pressure.”

“I don’t know, will there be dessert after?” I smiled, suggestively wrapping my arms around him.

“I can make some chocolate lava cake, if you want.” Victor played dumb, and I playfully glared at him. “Oh, you mean me? It depends on how good your proposal is. I’m soon to be married, I’m not taking just any offer these days.”

“Or... I could get you drunk.” I teased.

“That could actually work.” He teased back. “Now go. Go meet with Diane, enjoy your lunch, take the chance to relax. And tell her that should she decide to extend her lunchtime a little, the Boss will look the other way.”

I left the office smiling, promising myself that this wasn’t a big deal, that it was just something that it would take some getting used to. But the truth was, I loved him so much I didn’t even think to look around him, not really. The new reality that was being forced on me, that he was indeed that rich and famous, was making me uncomfortable.

But this was Victor, the man that made me feel loved above anything else and the man I loved above anything else. The man that helped overcome my trauma, welcoming me softly in his arms, choosing to give me the immense love he had to offer. He was the man that gave all of himself, and asked for nothing in return. And because of that, I wanted to give him my everything.

I would do the photoshoot and everything else necessary to make his life easier, better, and happier. I would do my best and I would make him proud, because he deserved it. But most importantly, because I loved that beautiful man and the light he had inside him, and I would do anything it took to keep it shining brightly.

[dracomalfoyw]

A crowd of thousands

I honestly don’t know if this is good or bad but I just had this in my head and it wouldn’t leave me alone so yeah. I figured, why not share it with my fellow Drarry supporters? I hope you enjoy! - @cassius-warrinqton look what I did

 Draco followed Harry up the stairs and wondered if he would ever get used to all the staring in crowded places like these. There was a huge contrast between the gazes directed at Harry and himself. They stared at Harry out of pure admiration, as if he was a god of some sort. Towards him was only resentment, deep frustration that burned in their eyes as if his death would make their whole life a lot better. It was to be expected, and he probably deserved it all, but that didn’t make it any easier. ‘Are you keeping up Malfoy?’ Harry asked with a grin with his head turned in his direction. Draco raised an eyebrow. ‘I was about to tell you that you’re remarkably slow, actually.’ he sneered without venom. Harry grinned at him and turned his head back to where he was going. ‘I have to say though, Potter, being the golden boy sure has its perks for good seats.’ Harry chuckled. ‘Just like the Malfoy name used to do for you. And anyway, this was not thanks to me but to Ginny. Being the Holyhead Harpies most promising seeker gets you the best places at any game.’ Draco knew he said it without trying to be mean, but it still stung. ‘The tables sure have turned.’ he mumbled. Harry turned back to look at him and Draco noticed his eyes were full of guilt. ‘I’m sorry- I didn’t mean it like that. I was just reminded of the summer before fourth year. I wasn’t trying to be…’ Draco held his hand up to stop him from talking. ‘I know Harry, don’t fret about it.’ Harry bit his lip and nodded before turning back again and walked to their seats. Ginny wasn’t there yet, it seemed. She did have a knack of being late the last few months. Harry looked next to him and watched how Draco tried out his new Omnioculars. Draco turned to look at him while still holding the Omnioculars in front of his face and gasped. ‘Merlin, Potter. You should really do something about that nose hair of yours.’ he muttered, although a small smile played on his lips. Harry, who hadn’t seen his smile, consciously covered his nose. ‘Is it that bad?’ he asked softly. His hair was bad enough as it was, he didn’t need nose hair troubles added to it. When he looked at Draco, he was surprised to find him sniggering and even snorting uncharacteristically once. ‘You should have seen your face Potter. It’s hilarious.’ Harry rolled his eyes, although with a smile on his face. ‘Jeez Draco, and here I thought Ron had bad humour.’ ‘Are you comparing my fantastic jokes to Weasley’s disastrous ones?’ At that moment, Ginny entered the box and sighed dramatically. ‘Still not ready to move on to first-name basis Draco?’ she asked him with a chuckle and then moved along to sit next to Harry. Draco’s pale cheeks had a pink tinge on them at being mocked but he straightened his back nonetheless and spoke up. ‘Well, I-’ Ginny interrupted him again. ‘I mean, even Ron calls you Draco now when you’re not around.’ Harry nodded as if to confirm her words and Draco frowned. ‘Why is he talking about me when I’m not around?’ he asked her, not daring to let his discomfort show on his face. Were they still talking badly about him behind his back? Once again, it was to be expected, but he assumed that after playing chess and sometimes deliberately losing from Ron would help getting accepted somehow. Ginny grinned and for some reason Harry suddenly seemed very, very worried. He turned to Ginny with wide eyes and there seemed to be a battle going on between their eyes only, including frowns and questioning raising eyebrows and whatnot. It left Draco all the more confused. ‘Harry likes to talk about you. A lot.’ Ginny told him before Harry could stop her. Draco stared at her blankly for a few seconds before his face pulled into a smirk. ‘I’m sure he does.’ he said with a chuckle. Draco looked at Harry before he continued. ‘After all, during our Hogwarts years my name fell of your tongue quite often as well, didn’t it?’ Harry started spluttering and Ginny wiggled her eyebrows. ‘Oh but not like-’ ‘Hi Ginny!’ All three of them followed the sound of the voice and were greeted by a happily waving Luna. ‘And of course, hi Draco and hi Harry. Sorry I’m late. At the bottom of the stairs a whole group of people was surrounded by Wrackspurts, so I informed them about it.’ Ginny smiled at her girlfriend and grabbed her hand to sit her down next to her. Luna immediately started telling Ginny about the latest discovery her father had heard from his correspondent in Africa while Ginny put an arm around her to pull her closer. ‘You’re awfully quiet all of a sudden, Harry.’ Draco emphasized on his name and Harry shuddered inwardly. It did strange things to his insides which he wasn’t ready to admit yet. He loved it when Draco called him by his first name. If only Ginny hadn’t been betraying him by almost spilling his secret, he might have been able to enjoy it. Harry tried to recover himself. ‘Well yes. There’s an awful lot to complain about when your partner is Draco Malfoy.’ Draco smiled at him, but not with his eyes. ‘If it’s that bad, you should consider changing partners, Potter. Besides, did it ever occur to you how exhausting it is to have the Golden Boy as your partner? I bet you didn’t.’ Harry heard his sarcasm drip from nearly every word and grinned. ‘Exhausting how? I don’t recall us doing any physical exercise, and besides that all you have to do is write some paperwork.’ ‘Some things can be mentally exhausting, you idiot.’ Draco grunted, even though his cheeks were wearing a pink tinge again. ‘Now you best shut up, it’s about to start.’ ‘Yes, Sir.’ ‘Don’t call me that.’ ‘Yes… Lord Malfoy?’ ‘Stop it.’ ‘Yes Milord.’ ‘Prat.’ ‘You like me for it.’ Draco gazed at him from the corner of his eye, thinking that he couldn’t have been more right. The game started and all four of them were immediately into the game. Or rather, all three except Luna, who was content with braiding Ginny’s hair and watching it at the same time. It was a match between Puddlemere United and Falmouth Falcons. Draco wasn’t for either team, but since Harry had been blabbing on about Oliver Wood’s skills a bit too much to his liking, he decided he’d root for Falmouth Falcons. So when they scored, Draco stood up like the other supporters did, and sat down neatly afterwards. ‘Never knew you were a supporter of Falmouth Falcons.’ Harry sort-of shouted over all the noise. Draco shrugged. ‘Their seeker is not bad to look at.’ Harry turned his head a little too quickly. ‘You mean his appearance? Or his skills?’ Draco let out a thoughtful ‘hmm’ and smiled before looking back at Harry. ‘I don’t know, how are his skills?’ he asked with feigned interest, a smile playing on his lips. Harry rolled his eyes. ‘I don’t know how I put up with your nonsense.’ he grumbled. Draco smirked. ‘Probably just as well as I do with yours. Remember that time you couldn’t stop talking about how fit Wood had become?’ Harry, now completely distracted from the game, turned not only his head but his whole upper body towards Draco. ‘I was talking about his skills. Not everyone watches Quidditch just for the eye candy.’ Draco frowned. ‘So you’re saying he fits into the category of eye candy?’ Harry frowned right back. ‘When did I ever say that?’ Meanwhile, the commentator was talking about a new feature from the Quidditch games. A so-called kiss cam. Harry had seen it before, and apparently when the thing was pointed at you and someone else, you had to kiss each other. A strange concept if you asked him. He was about to discuss it with Draco, as he was ignoring him at the moment after a disastrously dramatic eyeroll, when Ginny elbowed him. She pointed at the big screen and noticed that he and Ginny were on it, surrounding a pink frame with the text ‘Kiss Cam’ and some floating hearts. Ginny grinned. ‘Guess they’re still hoping for the Golden Boy and the Chaser Queen to reunite.’ she murmured. The crowd was making a lot of noise, like whistles and encouraging phrases such as ‘Go for it Potter!’ and ‘She’s not a Keeper but you should Chase after her!’. Harry looked at Draco, who stared at the screen, his hands in his lap curled in not-too-tight fists. He was visible on the big screen as well, but only half of him. Draco had noticed Harry looking at him, but he wasn’t going to look back. ‘Draco.’ What was he doing? Harry knew he hated public attention because of all the hate surrounding it. And now he was saying his name to grab his attention while they were seen on a huge-ass screen in front of thousands of people? ‘You’re such a git, Draco.’ Draco turned his head at that and was about to tell Harry where he should shove his comment when suddenly something warm was pressing against his lips and it was moving and then he and Harry were kissing in front of thousands of people. This wasn’t supposed to happen, he was supposed to forget his feelings for Harry and just be his friend but if that’s so, then why did it feel so bloody damn good? His hands found Harry’s unruly hair, Merlin he loved that hair so much. Harry gasped under his touch and it felt like they were kissing for ages when gently Ginny cleared her throat. Apparently, some of the players on the field were too distracted by the screen, that the kiss cam had been moved to another couple and was quickly shut off after that. Harry’s hand was still resting on the back of his neck when their eyes met. Draco practically swooned when Harry showed off his lopsided-grin and shrugged his shoulders helplessly. ‘I was pretty sure you were going to slap me, but I had some hope that you wouldn’t because you seemed pretty jealous when I kept talking about Oliver.’ Draco sucked in some air and sighed deeply. ‘Of course I was bloody jealous about that stupid Keeper of yours. You wouldn’t shut up about him at all yesterday!’ Harry shrugged again and smiled innocently. ‘It was their idea actually. To see how you would react.’ Harry said, gesturing to the girls behind him who were smiling all too innocently as well. ‘And this kiss- thing, too? You arranged all that just to see if I would kiss you back under huge pressure?’ Harry shook his head. ‘Actually no, that was totally unexpected. I had planned to ask you out to have dinner with me at the end of the game but I guess I just thought it was worth trying.’ Draco rolled his eyes. ‘You’re such a Gryffindor. Also, don’t we eat dinner together all the time?’ This was true. After a few months of being partners and getting all the awkwardness and grudges out of the way, they actually became friends pretty quickly. At first, it confused them just as much as their friends, but they were all kind of relieved that they got on well. Even after seven years, most the eight years were still seeing each other regularly now. It was nice. Harry shook his head. ‘Not as a date. I was going to ask you on a proper date. I still am, actually.’ ‘You’re asking me right now?’ Draco asked him, his eyes slowly widening as if he still couldn’t believe it even after Harry had kissed the bloody git. ‘Yes! Yes I’m asking you now. I feel like everyone is staring so just… say something.’ Draco snorted. ‘You surely didn’t seem to have a problem with that when you kissed me on that screen.’ ‘Draco…’ Draco smiled and put his hands on top of Harry’s. ‘Of course I’d love to go with you, you tosser.’ This time, Harry’s eyes seemed to widen in surprise before a content smile appeared on his face. He looked down at their hands and took Draco’s left hand in his right. Their fingers intertwined naturally and when Harry’s thumb started caressing the back of his hand, Draco felt more at peace than ever, despite being surrounded by thousands of people who would rather see him gone. Harry liked him. His friends liked him too. They were the ones that truly mattered, and all he needed.

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Snippets in Time - Cameron

Summary: It's time for Y/N to spend another weekend with her favourite person, Uncle TJ! This week however, he has a surprise, one that she's not too thrilled about.

Word count: 1673

Characters: TJ Hammond, Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: A little bit of a jealous 8 year old.

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You eyed the strange man standing in your front hall with unease. You had watched him come into the house behind Uncle TJ just five minutes before he was scheduled to pick you up for your usual weekend at his place in New York, he’d started the tradition when you were 5 and 3 years later it was still going strong. You would spend the weekends at the movies, watching him play piano, and of course playing along with him. Just having a really good time.

He had never, however, brought someone along with him and you weren’t sure what to think. Uncle TJ was hugging your nanny and introducing her to the man while you hid behind a plant on the upper landing. Normally you’d be running full throttle to him, jumping up on him excited to leave.

The nanny called for you to come down and you slowly popped out from behind the plant and made your way down the stairs. Uncle TJ met you at the bottom step, arms open, ready to catch you as he normally would. You jumped into his arms, with a lot less enthusiasm as you usually would.

“Hey there Bug, got someone I want you to meet.” Arms wrapped tight around you, he turned and walked with you in his arms over to the man, who seemed to shift nervously. “Cameron, this is my best girl, Y/N, this is my boyfriend Cameron. He’s going to be spending the weekend with us.”

Wait, the whole weekend? You looked up at Uncle TJ, and back at Cameron, whispering a hello into his neck as you hid your face. Uncle TJ chuckled a little before squeezing you tight. “Come on Bug, since when are you shy?” When you only shook your head, he sighed. “Alright then, let’s get going before traffic gets bad.”

He said goodbye to your nanny before carrying you out to his rental car, placing you in the backseat and making sure you were buckled up for you before heading for the airport where you’d sit through an hour flight. The whole drive and flight both Uncle TJ and Cameron had tried to ask you about your week, Cameron trying his best to get to know you. For the most part you answered Uncle TJ, with only one word answers.

By the time you landed in New York, they had both stopped trying, Uncle TJ saying that you were probably just tired from school and that you’d probably perk up later. Arriving at his apartment, you bounced on your feet at the elevator, eager to get inside and start making dinner and pick out the movies for the night.

Fridays were always cooking and movie night. Saturdays they went out on the down, spending the day either at a play, circus, the zoo, whatever you felt like that would keep you both out of the house, pizza for dinner from the same pizza place and then home to where you both played piano and sang silly songs. Sundays were relaxed, breakfast, lunch, cartoons all morning and afternoon until it was time to fly home where he’d stay for dinner and then head back to New York.

As soon as you were in the apartment, you booked it to the room that he had set up to be yours, you had your own bed, toys and clothes here to make it easier when visiting. Immediately you changed into your pajamas and rushed back out into the living room where your uncle was talking to Cameron. Normally, Uncle TJ would have gotten changed and started gathering everything needed to make dinner.

He had gotten changed out of his jeans and t-shirt, but instead of pajamas, he was wearing a suit jacket and dress pants. Cocking your head to the side, you looked at him confused as he smiled at you. Walking over to you, he knelt down in front of you and tugged on your blue pajama top. “Why don’t we get you changed into one of those pretty little dresses you have? I thought we’d change things up and go out for dinner tonight.”

Biting your lip, you looked up at him, and trying not to pout. “Are-Are we still gonna watch movies tonight? You promised old Disney this week!” Picking you up, he spun around in a quick circle and laughed. “Of course we’re still watching movies! Now come on, go get changed and we’ll get going!”

He put you down and you ran to your room, you weren’t happy about going out for dinner, but as long as you still got your movies then that was fine. After you’d gotten changed, Uncle TJ, Cameron and yourself ended up at a fancy restaurant with a lot of things you couldn’t pronounce, nor would you usually like. Thankfully, Uncle TJ knew everything and they had mac and cheese for kids.

By the time you got back to the apartment, you had perked up a little bit, eager to watch the movies that you’d been promised. You ran to your room and changed back into your pajamas while Cameron and Uncle TJ changed and made popcorn and settled into the couch. When you reached the living room, you stopped in the doorway.

Normally, Uncle TJ would pull the cushions off of the couch, laying them on the floor with blankets. He’d make an armrest out of one of the cushions, balancing the popcorn on it, and you’d cuddle up on his other side. Sometime in the night you’d fall asleep and you both stayed there all night. Tonight however, Cameron was in your spot, his head resting on Uncle TJ’s shoulder. This was the point where you’d had enough.

Narrowing your eyes, you crossed your arms and staying where you were. Uncle TJ looked over when Cameron nudged him, letting him know that you were there. “Well? Come on Bug, get over here. We can’t start this without you.”

Shaking your head, you stomped one foot a little and barked out a single “No!”

Uncle TJ’s mouth dropped open, you never had attitude with him, never said no, never talked back and this was looking like an incoming tantrum that he’d seen you have with your own parents. “What do you mean no Bug? You want to watch these movies right?”

You pointed at Cameron, lip trembling a bit. “He’s in my spot! Move! He has to move! That’s MY spot! He’s not even supposed to be here and now he’s in my spot!” Turning, you ran back into your room, slamming the door shut and tossing yourself on your bed.

Less than a minute later your door creaked open, and Uncle TJ crept in, sitting on the edge of your bed and pulling you into his lap. “What in the world is going on with you? You’ve been off all night; you never act like this Bug.”

Looking up at him you played with the chain hanging around his neck. “He’s in my spot…” you mumbled it, but he caught it clear as day.

“You said that already Bug, but you were off before that, what’s going on?” Poor Uncle TJ looked really confused. You were always cuddling with everyone, never gave attitude and suddenly here you were, moping in your room because someone was sitting beside him who wasn’t you.

“He’s ruining the weekend Uncle TJ! It’s always just you and me! He’s in the way! I don’t want him here! I want you and only you! It’s supposed to be our time! He’s gonna take you away from me!” Your little outburst surprised him, but now? Now he knew exactly what was going on.

“Sweetheart, listen to me and listen good okay? He’s not taking me away from you at all. Nothing, is going to change, except that he’s going to be around.” He squeezed you tight before continuing. “I need you to trust me on this okay? I love Cameron, and I’m really hoping that he’ll be around for a long time and I really wanted my best girl and him to get along. You are the most important person in my life but I really, really, like him and I want you to like him. So can you just, try? For me?”

Sniffling a little you nodded, and with that he stood with you in his arms, kissed your forehead and carried you into the living room where he set you down in front of the couch. He sat down and Cameron shifted over, making room and patting the space for you to sit between them. “Come on kiddo, sorry for taking your spot, I didn’t know.”

You looked to Uncle TJ who was looking at you with a cross between pleading and hope. You nodded and sat yourself down between them. “It’s okay,” You looked up at Cameron before looking down at your hands. “I’m sorry for being mean, I was just scared you were gonna take Uncle TJ away.”

Cameron moved from beside you to kneel in front of you. His hand under your chin made you look up. “Kiddo, I promise you, I will never, ever take your uncle away from you. I promise you, the way he talks about you all the time, nothing could every take him away from you and I would never want to.”

Surprising both of you, you sat up and gave him a quick hug, a small smile and whispered ‘okay’. Cameron smiled and sat back in his spot. “Now, since that’s been dealt with, I hear the Lion King is waiting. I love this movie; it has to be my favourite.”

Grinning, you reached over your uncle to grab the popcorn. “Mine too! I love Puumba, he’s my favourite!”

For the rest of the evening you watched different Disney films, laughing and singing along, and as promised nothing really changed that weekend other than the presence of Cameron, who you found that you actually liked. By Sunday night, he was Uncle Cam.

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You just stay calm, stay tight. " I was there, his hand around mine, squeezing it. Everything I have in me is wanting to get out. He still has his hand around mine. I feel so stretched and full as I stretch out to consume this huge plug into my ass. All the blood is rushing around me, not knowing where to go because it can't go down, or I will cum. My clit Is vibrating like a tune fork. He says "I know you want to cum, badly, but I have one more thing I want to do to you. I'm cooing like an infant. As if trying to prevent everything I have from shooting out of my pussy. He reaches around the bed, and puts it down on my abs. Caresses my face, rubbing my left cheek. Because that thing can do things to me. I've never felt it cold. It's my metal Njoy pure wand. But I know he's right, and this will be really great. he rubs my pussy with it. He leaves it there against my thighs. I can feel myself kinking up like a hose. He releases the suction on the cup around my clit. I know that it’s time to cum. It's like it's putting out a fire going all over my body. It’s the coldness of it that does it to me. He runs his hand, the only one he has, I have the other one in a vice grip, all over my body, feeling the heat I’m emitting. His hand comes back up my torso, releases the pressure on each nipple cup. As he's rubbing it from side to side. I can feel the vibrating plug in my ass, shaking the entire bottom of my body. Then picks up the wand, and sticks it in my pussy. It gets in contact with the wand, through the wall of my pussy. I can feel it quaking me from my G-spot. It puts a fire out in my body. My husband nestles the side of face with his nose. I'm crying, I'm not even speaking english or anything resembling it through with a ball gag. He runs his hands back down my body. I feel like that's where everything is going, as that deep bass coming from the Hatachi, hitting against the huge, metal plug in my ass. He cuddles up next to me, still holding my hand, and i can feel him take the long end of the wand, dragging it down my tense body. I let go of everything I was holding onto and… squirt. My entire lower half rises to the sky. I feel like the cold wand it melting into me. I don't know who I am. I let out everything I had. Just complete pleasure rinses over me. I’m a puddle on the bed and I can’t…. I’m a wave, rushing onto a beach. Grabs the gigantic buttplug and gently,slowly turns it out of me. I don't know where I am. Please cum, DO IT, DO IT NOW" He violently thrashers the wand. I feel used up and empty and just in this blissful void where I don't even know if I exist. I don't know who he is. But i'm shaking like an earth like. My mouth closes, aching from biting down so hard. He unsnaps the straps on the ball gag. I feel like I’m melting into it. I can feel the vibrations leave my body. I look at him as if for the first time. Then he stoops down and picks me up like a child. He takes off the blind fold. He lightly runs his hand across my body. He stares down at me, still holding my hand. He takes off the leg restraints, and I fall limp on the bed. I watch him go back to the bed. I'm in the fetal position, not knowing what is going on, and just feeling empty, but so happy. That's no small feat, I'm not a waif. He stands over me like that for a minute. He takes everything we used off, put our regular sheets back on with our pillows. He takes me and places me down the bed. He carries me to the chair we keep in our room. He cuddles up against me, whispering in my ear about how beautiful I am when I orgasm, and how he’s so proud of I held together through all this. He whispers other things too. I can't be turned on anymore. TL;DR: My husband used nearly all of our toys on me and gave me the best orgasm of my life. He wraps a blanket around me, keeping me warm and safe. He whispers me into the best sleep of my life. I feel so taken care of, and so lucky. I'm so sore everywhere and the blood is just beginning to run back through me, my pussy and my butthole feel ruined.