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THREE'S A CROWD...OR IS IT! â GOJO + GETO
SYNOPSIS...gojo and geto donât mind having a third, it adds to the fun of their relationship if you know what I mean
INFO...gojo x geto x fem!reader, poly(?), riding, anal, recording, fingers, squirting, reader is a complete horndog, praise, degradation, oral (m!receiving), double penetration, creampies, overstim, quite literally filthy just pure filth, not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
âLook at how sheâs riding you, Suguru. Sheâs so fucking desperate to cum,â Gojo lets out a breathy laugh, gripping the flesh of your ass while you slam your hips down on Getoâs throbbing cock. Youâve lost count of how many times youâve came already, jumping back and forth between both of them. âCome on, pretty, arch your back more and work for it.â He lands a harsh slap against your ass, humming to himself as he watches the way your pussy creams around his boyfriendâs cock.
âSuch a greedy little thing arenât you,â Geto rasps, looking up at you with a lustful gaze. âPutting on such a showânnngh fuck.â He grits his teeth, your pussy milking his cock, fluttering around him. Heâs so deep inside you, it feels like your entire body is melting, completely on fire. No matter how tired you were, you just couldnât stop cumming.
âMmmph, fuck Iâm close! Yes, yes!â You whimper, biting down on your lower lip when you feel your orgasm building. The pressure becoming all too much to contain. âFuckkkk!â Your body shakes above him as clear liquid leaks from your sopping cunt, soaking your thighs.
Geto lifts you from his cock, holding onto your waist as he allows Satoru to rub his slender fingers along your leaky slit. With your legs still quivering, you find it hard to hold back your whimpers as both men laugh in your ears, so satisfied with the way you were permanently slutted out for them. Gojo coos, rubbing your swollen clit in circles as a means to tease you. âMore, more, please.â You grip onto Getoâs broad shoulders helpless, digging your nails into his skin. And when you feel his fingers slide into your aching hole, you let out the most lewd cry known to existence, both menâs cocks twitching greedily.
Getoâs large hands spread your ass, holding it open for Satoru as he fingers you tight pussy, creaming all over his fingers as he pushes up against your g-spot over and over at a rapid pace that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. âAwe, Satoru, I think you made her go stupid.â He huffs with a smile, grabs hold of your jaw and holding your face up like some trophy. âWhat a pretty dumb thing you are,â he whispers in your ear, his degrading yet praising words went straight to your pussy. âYou like being ours?â He pressed a wet kiss to your jaw as you nodded, eyes fluttering shut.
âYouâre gonna make me cum again!â You squealed, breathing heavily as your gripped onto Getoâs muscular arms. âOh my g-god!â Your entire body shivered with pleasure as you came around Satorus fingers, earning a warm giggle from him as he toyed with your soaked cunt. Before you knew you it, you went limp from the sheer amount of exhaustion, but god were still so turned on, still so hellbent on cumming more and more.
âTaste yourself on my fingers, baby. Come here.â He guided your head slightly upwards, grinning at the way you obediently stuck out your tongue and took his fingers in your mouth, swirling your tongue around them. You stared up at him hazy eyes, moaning around his finger until you let them go with a pop. âYouâre fucking dangerous,â he uttered under his breath. He reached his hand down, stroking his dick slowly from the base to the tip. âSpit on it for me.â You gathered all the spit you could, spit right onto his dick no matter how messy or sloppy it was. Gojo couldnât handle himself anymore, snatching you from Suguru and pushing you down onto the floor. âJoin us.â He looked at his raven haired boyfriend who had a smug look on his face.
Geto stood to his feet, grabbing his phone from off the nightstand to record the moment that was about to happen. He couldnât believe a pretty girl like you was so excited to suck two dicks at once. You were gleaming, a cheerful smile on your face as he hit record. âThatâs its, baby. Look up at the camera for me while you suck it.â You slapped Geto leaky tip on your tongue while still jerking off Gojo before switching sides and doing the same.
âSheâs such a fucking tease,â Gojo groaned as he grew impatient, leading him to grab a fistful of your air and shove his dick down your throat. Your eyes immediately went wide, gagging around his thick length while he fucked your face. âYour throat feels so fucking good. Fuck.â He tosses his back, sweet moans filling the room. Your eyes grew teary before he pulled you off of his cock, strings of saliva coating your lips while you gasped for air. âMessy fucking girl.â Satoru slapped his dick on your face.
With his hand still full of your hair, he guided your mouth to Getoâs pulsing cock, watching the way you eagerly stuck your tongue out as you took him down your throat. A soft groan left the manâs lips, clenching his jaw when you wrapped your hand around his base and bobbed your head up and down. âGood girl. Keep it up.â He hissed when he hit the back of your throat. You released him from your mouth, dragging your tongue down his veiny shaft, licking and sucking on his heavy balls while Gojo bucked his hips into your hands.
Your eyes veered over towards Gojo, smiling up at him before doing the exact same thing to him. You could tell he was more sensitive on his balls than Geto was, moaning louder when he felt your tongue on his balls, his eyes rolling into the back of his when you took one then in you mouth, gently sucking on it. âGod, youâre so slutty.â Even though his words may have been harsh towards others, he said it with the utmost lust and appreciation. His hands cupped your face as he bent down and kissed your lips, sloppily dragging his tongue over your bottom lip and sucking on your tongue.
He lifted you with ease, pushing you back onto the plush bed, your head falling into the messy comforter. All while Gojo was making out with your and trailing his hands over your body, Geto was setting up his phone on the nightstand, grabbing lube from the bedside drawer. You were completely unaware of what they wanted to do with you, but at this point there was no going back. âWe wanna try something with you.â Gojo kissed along your jaw, licking at the skin on your neck, ghosting his fingers over your cunt.
Gojo flipped you over to you were on top of him, kneading the plush flesh of your ass your rubbed your wet pussy up and down his shaft. A little yelped escaped from your lips when you felt a cold substance on your ass, looking back to see Geto, smirking down at you with a lube bottle in his hand. âIâve never done anal,â you said worriedly, but god the idea of it sounded so hot. Youâve always seen it in porn and always wondered how good it felt but you knew itâd take some time before the stinging stretch would dissipate.
âDonât worry, sweetheart.â His fingers massaged the lube around your rim, making sure to get it nice and wet. âWeâll take good care of you.â He rubbed the lube over his dick as well, biting down on his bottom lip as the mere thought of him and gojo fucking you at the same time. He couldnât wait to see turn into a complete mess before them.
âYeah,â Gojo smirked, âwe got you.â His hands cupped your ass, spreading it open wider for Geto as he rubbed his swollen tip against your hole. âYou can take it, right, baby?â Gojo landed a swift spank on your ass causing you to jolt.
âY-yeah, I can take it.â You nodded at both of the men, squeezing your eyes shut when you felt his fat head press against your ass. âOh my god!â You gasped, gripping onto the sheets below you. âFuck!â The stretch made you wince and you pulled away from Geto to get a small break.
âTake it nice and easy.â He rubbed his hand up and down your back as Gojo placed sweet kisses on your cheek. You could feel him push in again, feeling his head make it through. âAhh, shit,â he breathed, sucking in a breath.
âMmmph!â You bit down on your knuckles, feeling Geto add more lube to help slide in easier. Slowly you could feel every inch of his enter inside of you. The stretch hurt, but damn did it feel good. âNngh!â You cried, feeling Gojo grip onto you tighter until Geto was fully inside of you, resting for a minute. âYouâre inside. I can feel it so fucking deep!â
What you didnât expect was Gojo to lift your hips just high enough to where he could slide his cock inside of your pussy. With wide eyes you stared down at him, mouth agape as you inhaled deeply. They were both inside of you and without even moving, without even making you cum, your head was already spinning. You felt so full of them, succumbing to the feeling of how deep inside you they were.
And once they started moving, you let out the most wanton moans, falling forward on Gojoâs broad chest as Satoru thrusted his hips upward and Geto slammed his against your ass. You couldnât even form words to express the amount of bliss and ecstasy you were feeling coursing through your entire body. âPussy is so fucking wet. God, you feel so good. Yeah, take it like the slut you are,â Gojo grunted, harshly grabbing your ass before spanking it a few times.
Geto was mesmerized at the way you were taking both of their cocks, watching the way they slipped in and out of both of your holes while sat there and took it, body limp and staring in a fucked out haze like you were drunk on their cocks. And you were. You drunk, high, whatever it is, you were. âYou like it, baby? Hm? Speak to us, pretty girl. Let and me and Satoru hear those moans,â he huffed, gritting his teeth when he pressed deeper into you.
âI love it! I love it so fucking much!â You cried. âFeels so fucking good, so deep inside of me! Fuck, Iâm gonna cum! Iâm gonna cum! Iâmââ Your body began quivering as a deep guttural groan escaped your lips, the orgasm being so intense that your entire body felt like it froze up.
Gojo couldnât withstand the way your pussy was clenching around him, milking him effortlessly with each thrust. His thrusts grew sloppier and faster as he chased his orgasm, before thick ropes of cum painted your velvety walls. âGoddamn! Fuck me, baby.â He moaned, holding onto you tightly as he pushed his seed deeper inside of you, fucking you nonstop.
âKeep going! Keep going! I wanna cum again! Please!â You begged, the sloppy sounds of your squelching pussy and skin on skin bounced off the walls of the bedroom.
Getoâs hips trembled as reached the brink of his orgasm, powering through it as he came inside you, still slamming his hips deep inside until his cum was leaking out. âFuckkkk!â Geto let out an animalistic growl.
With all three of your sweaty bodies pressed together, and the mess of all of your cum mixed together, the filthy scene and thought only made you more turned on, more desperate. âDonât fucking stop. Oooh, Iâm gonna cum again. Iâm gonna cummmâahh!â You let out a scream of pleasure as your body quivered with such intensity, your orgasm taking over completely.
âYou take it so fucking well, baby.â Gojo murmured against your ear, panting heavily as he pounded his cock into you. âYou want us to cum inside you again, huh? Fill up your holes?â
âYes! Yes!â You cried, gasping for air. âOh my god!â Your eyes crossed and rolled back before Geto pushed your head down into the mattress. You bit onto the comforter, trying to suppress your moans but it was to no avail. Geto leaned down towards his boyfriend, pressing his lips to his as they sloppily made out while simultaneously pounding you. As if on cue, both of them could feel their orgasms approaching, swallowing each others moans. Before you knew it and they knew it, they were both cumming inside of you at the same time, breathy curses and moans shared between them.
For a minute they both stayed inside of you, all three of you trying to catch your breath before Geto pulled out first, looking down as he admired the way your hole was pulsating and his thick cum spilled out. Satoru did the same, pulling you off of his cock while his cum dropped down your folds and onto his balls. Your body felt weak, but you found the strength and roll off of Gojo and onto the bed where you were still trying to catch your breath.
Both of them cuddled beside you, pressing kisses to your jaw as they meekly smiled against your skin. âYou doing alright, sweetheart?â Geto asked, tracing his fingers down your abdomen.
âI just need to rest becauseâŚholy shit.â You breathlessly chuckled.
They laughed with you, sharing your exact same thought. âYou did amazing,â Gojo chimed in. âI canât r thank you enough.â He locks eyes with Geto. âWe canât thank you enough.â He pulls you for a kiss but this time is sweet and soft, not heated and sloppy like before.
Geto pulls your gaze his way, also kissing you, pressing his lips against yours longer. âI almost forgot.â He sits up and grabs his phone off the nightstand, ending the recording. âGood memory to keep.â He teases.
âShut up!â You shyly turn away from him as he was just pounding your ass just minutes ago.
âYou know I canât resist teasing you.â His lips curl into a smile.
âIs there anything we can do make it up to you for this?â Gojo asked, running his thumb over your bottom lip. âYou were such a good girl we have to repay you.â
You thought about it for a second, staring at the ceiling. âUm,â you paused, âa nice hot, bubble bath with candles and some good food. Like that after sex food that hits the spot.â You smile, sharing looks between both of them.
âAs you wish.â
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â the princess take on manifestation:
disclaimer: this is my view on manifestation and the law of attraction, i'm simply sharing my own personal opinions and thoughts that i formed from my own experiences and trials and errors.
MY HISTORY WITH THE LAW
i first discovered the law of attraction on tumblr back when i was fourteen. i remember feeling very excited thinking i found the secret to life. however i had trouble making sense of the things i was discovering, and it didn't help how it felt like every week a new concept or technique was invented. i'd send endless asks to different loa blogs but everytime i'd be told that i had limiting beliefs. i couldn't rid myself of them no matter how hard i tried, it started to feel like i just wasn't meant for manifesting. eventually i grew tired of it and abandoned the law completely. it was still at the back of my mind though, and it wasn't until a few months ago that it all clicked to me.
WHY YOU STRUGGLE WITH MANIFESTATION
when you first start to get into the law, one of the first thing you're told is to disregard logic and that keeping any sort of logical thought means upholding limiting beliefs that will in turn hinder your manifesting process. i completely disagree with that. it's hard to completely rewire your way of thinking and it's unfair to place that type of burden on yourself. i think it's proven by the fact that the same type of asks that were sent four years ago are still being sent now.
one of the most common asks that get sent are "i'm trying to manifest getting (blank) without doing anything but i'm not seeing results" and nine times out of ten the advice that is given is "just believe that you can have (blank) without the work" i think it's ineffective advice. it's easier said than done. i think it's much more effective to work with your already existing believing system than force yourself to form a new one that in the end will crumble. manifestation is built on belief.
let's use weight loss as an example. if you're trying to manifest weight loss without working out but still arent seeing results, chances are you simply don't believe you can. and that's completely okay! instead of repeating affirmations that deep down you don't believe, get up and do the most low effort possible 5 minute max long workout and affirm that it's enough for you to lose weight and get your dream body.
that way your inherit belief that to manifest something you have to take action is satisfied, and when your beliefs are satisfied and you are aligned with them, they manifest. it's simple maths. i'll remind you again that manifestation is built on belief.
work with your mind instead of against it, don't pressure yourself and don't approach manifesting in a way that feels like you are punishing yourself for who you are. do things that soothe you and your doubts. there's no such thing as limiting beliefs.
THE LAW IS PERSONAL
another thing that may be causing you to struggle with manifestation is that when you first get to know the law, you are introduced to a bunch of concepts that seem entirely made up like the 3d, the 4d, the void state, etc.. it feels like just a bunch of unnecessary things that complicate existence and life. and in a way they kinda are.
i think something we've entirely forgotten in the loa community is that the law is unique to each person. we've all been parroting the same methods and acting like they are guaranteed fixed methods and that's completely false. again, manifestation is built on belief, and everyone's beliefs are different. what might work for someone else might not work for you and that's because their beliefs aren't the same as yours. and again, that's completely okay.
if you're someone who's been trying to enter the void state but still havent succeeded, chances are deep down you don't really believe in it. and that's okay. this is not to say you think that whoever says they entered the void state is lying, not at all, you can believe in something without believing it's possible for you. the same way you can believe that something bad is possible but not for you. this is another one of the basics we've forgotten about in the loa community.
you don't have to force yourself to believe you already have your desires if deep down you don't really believe that. you don't have to be harsh on yourself. you don't have to go through mental gymnastics. it's not the only way to manifest.
the law is whatever you decide it is.
SO HOW DO I MANIFEST NOW?
forget about everything you've ever learned or read about on here, and take a moment to yourself and really dissect your mind. make a list of all your personal beliefs, yes even the ones you were told were "limiting beliefs", and don't let the pressure of somebody potentially reading it and telling you it's wrong influence you. be completely honest with yourself. when you're done with your list, make up your own law that aligns with your beliefs and practice it. the only belief you need to have is that manifestation is possible.
ENDING NOTE
i have so much more to say about manifestation but i fear we would be here for a century. i just think it's time we acknowledge the real reasons why there's still people who struggle with manifesting and acknowledge that some things that are difficult to wrap your head around arent really necessary. my point is manifestation is whatever you want it to be. please don't misunderstand me.
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another spidersona drawing!! this is the first thing Iâve ever drawn a background for,,,,
#not entirely satisfied with this but I still like how it turned out#addys art tag#spidersona#spiderverse oc#across the spiderverse#spiderman accross the spiderverse#my art#art#spider hue
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Toothless's little face fell incredulously. "What do you mean, you don't know who I am?
âIâm T-t-toothless."
#httyd books#how to train your dragon#hiccup the third#toothless#hiccup horrendous haddock the third#book!hiccup#book!toothless#how to fight a dragonâs fury#my art#still not entirely satisfied with how this one turned out#Hiccup seems a bit too young? Though he was only 14 then#and not battle-worned enough (like the way he was during book 12)#but charcoal pencils can be SO hard to control. I didnât want to risk messing up the drawing#and I still cannot draw freckles for Thorâs sake.#anyways Iâm rather satisfied with Toothless here#btw I sort of experimented with his wings here(?)#drawing them like the books did#and headcanoning them as rib-derived wings(?)
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I JUST FINISHED SEASON 2 OF VANDERPUMP RULES AND
JAX IS ACTUALLY A PSYCHO HE NEEDS TO BE STUDIED FR
#when Tom punched him and it actually landed and it made Jax bleed#that was soooo satisfying#although Tom and Kristen being mad at everyone except for each other is so so crazy đđđđ#Tom being mad at Stassie and not Kristen for LITERALLY CHEATING ON HIM WITH HIS BEST FRIEND#is crazy#and Jax TaylorâŚ. idk if heâs acting like this for the show#like if heâs playing a character or if this is legit how he acts#but that man is insane#why was he smiling after getting beaten up#also the way Tom was smiling was insane#bruh that entire ending sequence was batshit crazy I was not expecting that#I love this show so much#Tom and Kristenâs relationship is next level toxic like đđđ#I do not understand how he is still with her after that#but Jax is the worsg lmfaooo#the thing is up until Kristen confirmed that she did indeed sleep with Jax⌠I totally thought Jax was lying until she confirmed it!#like I thought it would come out that he was lying#turns out for once he was not đđ#thereâs something very unsettling about Tom tho#although I was soooo on his side when he beat up Jax bahahaha#ALSO SCHEANA MAKING IT ABOUT HER LMFAOOOOO#vanderpump rules
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Was tagged by @brother-genitivi thank you for the tag! :))
Made three of my OCs each from different games
First is Ever (they/them), my Mass Effect blorbo. My first and most beloved of my OCs.
Then is Devon (she/her) rom Cyberpunk (though I never could get very far in the game lol)
And third is sweet Cordelia (she/her)from bg3
#not entirely satisfied with Cordeliaâs but thatâs close enough~#Devonâs face is also a little longer than it actually is#but still. theyâre pretty cute I think#I didnât like how Bellamy was turning out so I didnât include them#and Oat is a fish-person. didnât really work with this picrew#thanks again for the tag!! :)))
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Logan would probably moan like heâs having the best sex of his life from just a shoulder massage. Do you think heâd deny he needs one? Or would you catch him off guard while heâs asleep?
18+ MDNI, fem!reader // cw: friends to lovers, unexpected mutual pining, logan realises heâs touch-starved after you offer to give him a backrub, and you both get turned on by it.
divider credit: div1nepetal
what if youâre, like⌠his friend, whoâs grown to care deeply about him over the years and wants nothing else but to help him out a little from time to time in simpler, more âhumanlyâ ways because of said caring?
i mean, heâs got super fast healing and all that jazz, sure, however that doesnât mean that he doesnât get sore and thus â unbearably â cranky about it⌠and since youâve known each other for so long, youâve also gotten quite comfortable in each otherâs company! so it wouldnât be that odd if you were to offer to relieve the pain in your friendâs back when he swings by your place one random evening⌠right?
itâs really just to make him feel better, nothing else! because as soon as he flings himself onto his favoured spot on your worn out couch (a dent that he fucking made with the help of his heavy adamantium ass), you catch him repetitively stretching his neck from side to side and rolling his shoulders every so often with a furrowed brow and a tight-lipped expression that somehow manages to appear even grumpier than his usual neutral.
you steal glances because of it. listen intently to the laboured sighs he keeps letting out. and after leering at him and his struggles from the corner of your eye for a little while, not at all paying attention to the movie that youâre supposed to be watching with him, you finally succumb. you turn to the side and propose your offer whilst wiggling your magic fingers, as you like to call them, right in front of his face, and logan, as is expected, denies it by gently swatting your hand away.
taking over pretty much the entire space on the couch from how heâs manspreading, he doesnât even peel his eyes from the television that â unlike you â heâs actually watching when he tells you that, âyou donât gotta worry about itâ and that itâs not that bad, then. for some reason, he even feels the need to add that he can handle himself just fine.
it all makes your eyes roll.
and instead of listening, you rather choose to persist. heâs a wall whenever he makes up his mind on something, you know this, but you also know that if you nag him and scold him for long enough, prodding and picking at the cracks between phantom bricks, heâll have no choice but to give in and give you what you want just to make you stop⌠though not without adding a snide comment or two himself during it because he canât help but act like a dick sometimes around the people heâs fond of, itâs just the way he is!
as you tell him to scooch over and lay on his stomach, you feel just a little bit bad that you had to resort to annoying him in order to being allowed to help him. however, the guilt isnât nearly as strong as is the sense of victory that youâve just achieved, so you allow it to curl the corners of your lips into a satisfied, cat-like smile while you busy yourself by straddling the small of his back. he canât see your face anyway, so whatâs the issue?
meanwhile, logan lets out a tired exhale, smushing one cheek against the decorative pillow that heâs folded his arms under so that he can still watch the tv while you work your supposed magic. he listens to your sheepish apology and request to tell you if youâre too heavy, to which he responds by calling it nonsense and that youâre insulting him by thinking youâre heavy whilst sitting on top of a guy whoâs literally filled with metal.
and filled with metal he is, indeed! itâs not long before you realize just how much freaking pressure you have to apply to his shoulders and back in order to make him feel something. how much physical strength you have to put into it, to the point that youâre nearly sweating because of it. popping a bone in order to ease some of the tension is literally impossible, so you aim your focus onto the taut cords of muscle instead.
you can see them even through the thin white shirt that heâs wearing â theyâre that profound. flexed and attractive, attained with hard work. but they become even more visible when he reluctantly lets you roll the hem of his shirt up towards the collar, unfolding his arms just so that he can lift the upper half of his body, and you right along with him, with no visible effort whatsoever.
the air in the room shifts a little after that; it gets kind of tense. because all of a sudden, youâre skin to skin. his should be covered in scars, but heâs lucky enough to have them all healed and smoothed away by his power. and while he may not be able to feel relief in his adamantium-covered bones, he sure as hell can feel the warmth of your palms running down the slopes of his broad shoulders, the grazing of your nails that nearly makes him shiver when they reach a particularly ticklish part on the nape of his neck, the heat between your legs as you continue to sit on him, dressed in nothing else but a pair of comfortable and tiny shortsâŚ
forcing himself to be a loner, logan isnât used to being touched like this all that much, and it makes him sensitive. and as a result, he canât help but squeeze his eyes shut and groan in absolute pleasure when you readjust by wiggling your hips on top of him and lean in super close to really dig your fingers into his strong back.
you pause at the sound; he can hear your breathing hitch a little before it continues to fan his shoulder blade. heâs already halfway on opening his mouth to say something in order to avoid things from getting too awkward even if heâs not the kind of man who minds if they do, when all of a sudden it hits him.
itâs barely there, just the faintest whiff of something sticky and sweet. it would be impossible to catch by a normal human, but he isnât a normal human, now is he? no, heâs a mutant â a primal one, at that â and because of it, his nose is more than capable of catching a scent like this.
youâre⌠aroused. have gotten turned on by the sound he just made. are getting wetter between the legs by the second. and he can smell it.
fuck.
logan chooses not to say anything even if the pheromones that heâs steadily inhaling now are making his blood grow feverish to dangerous levels. meanwhile, you choose to remain quiet as well, simply continuing your ministrations as if nothing has happened.
something that does change, however, is the way you touch him. from that hiccup onward, you get more, should you say, intimate with it; even daring to comb your fingers through his rich, dark hair at some point and experimentally tugging at the roots, making him actually shiver this time.
he doesnât just shiver, though. the action is so freaking good that it also causes his eyes to roll into the back of his head â he silently prays that heâs managed to squeeze them shut for a second time before you could catch it.
and thatâs not all there is to it either. by now, his cock has become painfully hard in his pants. thick, hot and leaking pre-cum from how excited heâs getting. it makes laying down on his stomach extremely uncomfortable, but he thinks itâs better to suffer through it than enabling you to see what youâre doing to him both physically and mentally.
mind fogged by a mixture of your and now his own lust, heâs getting so horny that all he wants to do is rut into the couch while you continue to touch him. he doesnât, of course, heâs been around for over two centuries so heâs pretty good at restraining himself, however that doesnât mean that he likes doing it.
so he remains decent⌠well, somewhat. he pants a little bit, and he grunts and curses under his breath in a way that makes him sound like heâs balls deep in your cunt, folding you in a mating press and pounding away until youâre nothing but a whiny mess and his cum is trickling down your thighs, but he still tries his very best.
by the time you pat him on the shoulders and tell him youâve finished, he fears he did, too.
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No Nut November
How I headcanon the lads men participating in NNN A/N: âźď¸MDNIâźď¸ me personally I'm teasing them all month because why not :) [Requested by: Anon]
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[Succeeded Just Barely]
questions you endlessly about what NNN is and where you even heard of it
starts listing all the pros and cons of this kind of challenge âAre you going to participate or not?â âI have self-control I'll do itâ
He really did end up having an insane amount of self-control
you end up being the one who wants him to break
he was on track to make it the entire month allowing you to either ride his fingers or his tongue to satisfy you but you wanted more
ended up pulling that one wicked card of sitting on his lap and putting your boobs in his face and thats how you almost got him
âyou have an unfair advantage, but I will restrain myselfâ
you tried to make him break on the last day and he did and you literally got railed in his office and he nutted after midnight so your plan failed
donât worry the door was locked heâs not that risky
"I can't believe you actually did it" "working overtime helped"
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[Failed November 12th]
wasn't going to do it at first but you teased him into agreeing
Is overconfident to start
wants you more now knowing he canât have you
anything you do he thinks youâre tempting him
âYouâre trying to sabotage me!â âIm just grabbing a bowl??â
convinced himself this is what true torture is
constantly taking cold showers to calm himself down
keeps going back and forth between wanting you to leave and wanting you with him at all times
âI canât do thisâ he would pull you on top of him tell you how dumb this challenge was
ends up almost creaming his pants just having you on top of him
takes you on every surface he can find and falls asleep still inside you
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[Failed November 5th]
Already failed unintentionally on the 1st
Kept you up all night on Halloween which bled into November 1st
âWe wonât count that so do you want to try itâ âI guessâ
suffering from day one "I don't like this" "It would help if you stop putting your hands all over me" "That sounds like torture"
Is willing to try but ends up not even lasting a week
tries to find ways around the rules
Started out by him saying âI just want to make you cumâ creamed his pants by just eating you out
Asks you to never make him try that again unless you plan on leaving him for a month which is even worse
proceeds to give you a repeat of halloween night after making him wait for almost a week
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[Failed November 23rd]
Heâs one to honor a bet so now youâre the one suffering
âAre you participating as well?â âSure why not I know youâll break firstâ
He wants you to crack first
Starts wearing everything he knows turns you on
âRestrain yourself until December sweetieâ
Acts oblivious to what heâs doing
two weeks in he is finding EVERY LOOPHOLE POSSIBLE
could have made the whole month, but you two decided to edge each other by that third week
âYou said and I quote âNo Nut Novemberâ I only edged you sweetie you havenât lost yetâ
Massages you, constantly kissing and nibbling on your neck, goes as far as to play with it or eat you out until youâre right on the edge then stops
It ends up being an edging game between the two of you and you break at the same time and heâs turning you every which way, but loose not stopping until the bed is bent
âIâll make better rules next yearâ âWeâre not participating next yearâ
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Hi, I would like to read about how Sylus delivers oral pleasure to the reader. The reader is very shy, as it is the first time for the reader.đĽ
Sylus eating out virgin reader
You found yourself sitting on the edge of the bed, nervously fidgeting with your fingers.
Sylus stood in front of you his arms folded casually, his intense gaze locked on your flustered expression. His lips curled into a small, knowing smirk, sensing your nerves.
"You're nervous, aren't you, sweetie?" he asked, his voice smooth but teasing. His eyes glimmered with amusement as he took a step closer, his presence both intimidating and comforting at once.
You nodded, your heart racing feeling a warmth spread across your cheeks. It was your first time and the thought of what was about to happen sent a jolt of anticipation through you.
Sylus knelt before you, his hands sliding gently over your thighs. His touch was firm but careful like he was in complete control of the situation, yet still very aware of your vulnerability. He tilted his head up, looking at you with a grin that made your stomach flip.
"Relax, kitten. I promise you're gonna love this."
Your breath hitched, eyes wide as you watched him lower his mouth to your skin leaving a trail of soft, deliberate kisses. Each one seemed to make your body shiver with sensitivity. "S-Sylus..." you murmured, voice barely above a whisper.
"Hm? What's that?" he teased, his lips hovering just above your inner thigh close enough to make you feel the heat of his breath. He looked up at you through hooded eyes, waiting, almost challenging you to speak. "Getting shy on me now?"
You whimpered softly, your head tilting back as the tension built in your body. He chuckled lowly at your reaction clearly enjoying how easy it was for him to turn you into a blushing mess.
"So cute when you're flustered" he murmured, placing another kiss, softer this time. "But you don't have to be embarrassed, sweetie. Just let me take care of you." His voice dropped husky and reassuring, making you tremble even more.
His teasing continued, slow and deliberate, drawing you closer to the edge of anticipation. His pet names mixed with gentle touches, pushing you to feel both exposed and completely safe in his hands.
You could barely think straight with the way his lips moved, how his tongue teased you so effortlessly.
"You trust me, don't you?" he asked, his tone softer now, though still edged with that playful charm. He glanced up again, his eyes locking with yours, waiting for your response.
You managed a shaky nod, your lips parting but no words coming out too overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through your body. He smirked again, clearly satisfied by your reaction.
"Good girl" he murmured before lowering his head again, his focus now solely on you.
"Just relax and enjoy it, kitten."
And as he continued teasing you further the shyness and nervousness slowly melted away leaving you lost in the moment with him-safe in his teasing care.
Sylus kept his gaze on you as he slowly kissed up the inside of your thigh, teasing you with every deliberate touch of his lips.
His hands rested firmly on your hips, keeping you grounded while your body quivered under his soft, relentless affection.
He was in no rush. Each kiss felt like a promise a reminder that he was fully in control of the pace. His mouth lingered close to where you needed him most, but he pulled away just before you could feel his tongue, letting out a quiet hum of satisfaction at your frustrated whimper.
"Patience, kitten" he drawled, his voice a seductive rasp "I told you, I want you to feel everything. No rushing this."
Your breath hitched as his lips hovered over you again, the heat of his breath alone sending a wave of anticipation through your entire body.
Every nerve seemed alive, straining for the moment when he'd finally give you what you craved. His fingers traced lightly along your thighs, brushing the skin like a soft reminder of how sensitive you were.
He looked up at you his eyes dark and focused and he smirked at how tightly your fists had clenched the sheets. "You're so tense, sweetie" he murmured, voice teasing.
"You have to relax if you want to enjoy this."
You tried, you really did but the way his lips were brushing so close paired with the sound of his deep calm voice made your body tremble uncontrollably. The soft whimper that escaped you only made him chuckle.
"Cuteâ he said softly, his breath tickling against your skin. "You're adorable when you're this shy."
And then, just as you felt like you couldn't take the anticipation anymore, his lips finally pressed fully against your clit. His tongue slid out the first slow stroke sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine. You gasped sharply your hand instinctively flying to grip his hair, pulling at it lightly as you arched into his touch.
"Mmm, there it isâ Sylus whispered his voice low and filled with satisfaction. He paused for a moment, letting you feel the heat of his mouth, then continued, dragging his tongue in long, sensual strokes that had you shaking beneath him.
Your breath was ragged coming out in uneven pants as you struggled to keep control. But the teasing rhythm of his tongue was making it impossible to stay composed.
Each slow, deliberate movement was meant to drive you closer to the edge but not quite tip you over.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" he murmured between strokes, his voice vibrating against you in a way that made your legs tremble. "I can tell. You're so sensitive, kitten. I love how easily I can make you fall apart."
You whimpered in response, too lost in the sensation to speak. He was methodical, skillfully working you up and he never missed a single reaction.
He could feel how your body responded to him the way your breathing hitched how you tugged at his hair when he hit the right spot and every time you made a sound, he'd glance up, his eyes locking with yours for just a moment, making you feel utterly exposed in the best way.
His fingers joined the mix, gently parting you as his tongue moved in deeper, flicking and circling in a way that had your hips bucking up against his mouth. The combination of his mouth and fingers was overwhelming, every movement of his tongue more intense than the last, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.
He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your most sensitive spot. "Getting close already, sweetie?" he teased, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I can feel it. You're so tight and trembling. Just let go for me."
You could barely form words at this point, your body completely lost in the sensations he was pulling out of you. Every stroke of his tongue, every teasing flick, sent you spiraling closer and closer to the edge. Your grip on his hair tightened, and you arched your back, desperate for more, for that final push over the edge.
Sylus, of course, noticed. He pulled back just enough to murmur, "Come on, kitten. I want to feel you fall apart for me. I want to hear those sweet little sounds you make when you can't take it anymore."
And then, without any further teasing he doubled down, his tongue moving faster, more focused, his fingers pressing in just the right way. It was like he knew exactly how to unravel you and all the teasing earlier had been leading to this exact moment.
Your body tensed, your breath catching in your throat as the tension that had been building up finally broke. A wave of pleasure crashed over you, your entire body shuddering violently as you climaxed. A soft, breathless cry escaped your lips and you gripped the sheets so tightly your knuckles turned white.
Sylus kept going, drawing out every last second of your release, his tongue moving slower now but still firm making sure you felt every wave of pleasure until you were completely spent, trembling beneath him.
Only when he felt your body begin to relax did he pull away, his mouth leaving you with one last, gentle kiss. He sat back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he looked up at you.
"See, kitten?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing as he climbed up beside you, leaning in close enough for you to feel his breath against your ear. "Told you l'd take care of you and you were such a good girl for me."
His words sent a final shiver through you and you found yourself smiling faintly still breathless and dazed as you leaned into him, feeling safe in his care, even as your body slowly came down from the overwhelming pleasure he'd just given you.
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I thought you'd be different | James Potter
Pairing: James Potter x Slytherin!Fem!Reader
Word Count: 4.6k
Summary: A cinderella story (maybe a little romeo and juliet while we're at it) but Hogwarts - Enemies-ish to lovers. You find an enchanted parchment through wich you anonymously talk to a stranger (James). When you meet him at the Yule ball, he is not who you expected, but you give him a chance. When you realise that was clearly a mistake, you flee cinderella style.
Probably part one of two again.
Notes: Not proofread, grammar mistakes. Discrimination issues, themes of bullying. Regulus is our friend. James is an idiot, but we knew that already. Sirius sucks.
Masterlist. Part two. Part three
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You could still remember the moment vividly, as if it was engraved in your memory. That moment when the sorting hat placed you in Slytherin instead of Gryffindor like your two older sisters had been sorted. You could still see the look of surprise, concern, horror and then eventually disgust, every time you close your eyes.
âNow we finally know your true colors,â is what your sister Alyssa had hissed coldly at you. You had pleadingly looked at your other sister, but Marla had supported her twin sister, disregarding the confused and scared look in your eleven-year-old eyes.
âDonât talk to us, donât look at us and donât mention us at all,â she sneered down at you and for a moment you wondered how she hadnât been the one to be sorted into Slytherin instead. But you had cast your eyes down and agreed.
But years passed and you had become the very stereotype of a Slytherin student, completely leaning into the cold, distant, quiet but calculating persona that your sisters had created for you. Might as well, you figured after your parentâs dismay at the revelation of your house.
You were making your way down the corridor, long strides as you passed your sisters while looking them straight in the eye. They grimaced at the sight of you, but without their entire group of classmates, they didnât dare make any comments. A feeling of victory erupted inside of you, and you couldnât help the small smirk that crept up your face.
âWhat poor soul suffered for you to look so satisfied?â You turned your head to look at the person who called out to you. James Potter and Sirius Black were both leaning against a statue in the open yard. âDid you get rid of Regulus or something?â Sirius taunted. âFinally had enough of him following you around, did you L/N?â
âGo die in a ditch, Sirius,â you retorted with an eye roll, but seemed unphased.
âWhy so much hostility,â James unpleasantly remarked, and you halted in your step. â10 points from Gryffindor for loitering,â you pettily decided.
âIf you have nothing to do, other than insulting students, I would love to recommend you to Professor McGonagall for detention. Heard she was still looking for the person who made all the pumpkins explode last week during Halloween, and you guys are terrible at getting rid of the evidence.â With a last glance up and down, you continued your way towards the room of requirement.
When you entered the sober room with a sigh, you noticed the small scrolled up piece of parchment in the middle of the room. You frowned. This was your space. The room didnât open this space for anyone else, you made it specifically as a safe haven.
You cautiously approached the parchment and rolled it open to reveal nothing. It was completely blank. You shrugged. If the room left this here, it was meant for you, and so you took a seat and started drawing on it.
James sat in an empty room, his invisibility cloak hiding him from plain sight as he pulled the now folded paper from his back pocket. He inspected it closely, almost pressing the paper to his glasses in a curious manner. He had gone to the Room of Requirements earlier that day and found a piece of paper floating in the air.
James unfolded the paper, and his eyebrows flew up. Lines were appearing on the paper by itself, and a beautiful portrait of a weeping willow with a girl, crying on a bench under the tree appeared.
James fumbled to find his quill and ink. Then he started to write something on it, in a handwriting that he only ever used for written exams. Credits to Professor McGonagall, who had announced that she would not be grading anything she couldnât read. And she had looked over her glasses at him while she said it.
Itâs beautiful.
You dropped the parchment at the words that formed right under your drawing. You traced it with your fingers. Then you decided to write back.
Thank you, Iâve been dreaming about this for the past two days.
You frowned at yourself, unsure why you would disclose such information, but figured no one would be able to trace this back to you anyway.
James blinked at the response he got, mouth open in surprise. He wasnât sure why he was so surprised. It must simply be a spell of some sort after all. He stared at the sad drawing and the sentence, and then he made up his mind, writing back.
It must be lonely for that girl to cry by herself under the weeping willow.
Your eyes followed the words that formed in a trance.
If she ever feels lonely again, she can always pour her heart out on this parchment. Iâll be the mighty guardian wizard that will make all her worries magically disappear.
A grateful smile made its way up your face and when you scribbled back a response, James couldnât help but smile as well.
Maybe she will.
You doodled a wizard sitting on the bench next to the crying girl, a consoling hand stretched out.
That's how you became Jamesâ best kept secret. He learned that you were indeed a student at Hogwarts, but that you felt lonely. That you enjoyed butterbeer, but never got to enjoy it on a Hogsmeade outing with friends, because you rarely had any. He learned that you felt inferior to your siblings and a disappointment to your parents. He noticed how you would draw a circle as the dot on your âiâ and learned, when he asked, that you did that because you had once seen Professor McGonagall do that when you were in your first year, and had practiced mimicking her handwriting, should it ever come in handy.
In return, he had told you that he felt pressured by the reputation that he had to maintain. He loved Quidditch and absolutely despised Ancient Runes, to which you had replied, âwho doesnât?â. He told you that he had illegally learned to become an Animagus, a stag, and that he wasnât sure yet what the future would hold for him. He even revealed to you that he desperately wants to protect his friends and sometimes had nightmares, which usually resulted in a sneak around the castle at midnight. When you had asked him if heâd ever been caught, he responded with, âneverâ, and had explained to you that he had an invisibility cloak.
Two months passed and before you knew it, you were explaining Transfiguration through the enchanted parchment. You did conclude from this that your pen pal was most likely in a year or two higher than yourself but decided not to comment on it. James on the other hand, was under the assumption that you must be from his year, as you managed to help him study for his exams.
But now, it was almost 12 oâclock midnight, and James chewed his lip while he looked at the parchment. He hesitated for a moment. Then he decided to ask you the one question he had been yearning to know the answer to.
Who are you?
You looked at the paper sadly, and sighed.
Youâd be disappointed.
I understand if you donât want to reveal yourself. But know that I could never be disappointed by you, Willow.
James sighed when you didnât answer anymore. He waved away the light that emitted from the tip of his wand and took his glasses off. He went to put the parchment under his pillow as usual, when he saw the scribbling movement that heâd gotten so accustomed to.
He scrambled to grab his wand to shed light on the paper but accidentally nudged them off the nightstand and onto the floor, where it rolled under his bed. Jamesâ eyes flickered back to the paper in his hand, and he managed to catch the first letter of your name as it was written in capital letters.
But your cursive handwriting, the dark and lack of glasses made it impossible to read the rest of your name. When he finally reached his wand and put on his glasses, he heard the clock strike twelve and he cursed as he grasped the parchment tightly, hurried âlumosâ and saw that the parchment had reset itself to a blank page again, just as every night at 12 oâclock at midnight.
Wait, please! I didnât catch it before it erased itself. Please write it again?
You let out a sigh in relief after you had internally bashed your head against a wall.
No, it was stupid of me. Iâm glad you didnât see it.
You leaned back into your armchair with a racing heart. You couldnât believe you had done that.
âRegulus,â you acknowledged as you pulled the chair back to sit next to him in the library. âY/N,â Regulus quietly responded without looking up from his book, and if you didnât know any better, his straight face would indicate annoyance. Luckily, you did know better.
âYou smile any brighter, the sorting hat will transfer you to Hufflepuff, you know,â you teased him.
His face distorted in a grimace and without missing a beat, he replied, âdo kill me before such a thing occurs.â You shook your head and finally sat down. Then you pursed your lips in thought.
âYou know how Iâve been working all summer to earn galleons?â
âNo.â
âWell I did.â
âSo it seems.â
âAnyway, I rented a small flat,â you blurted out. Regulus finally looked up at you, surprise almost evident on his face. Then again, you didnât have the most amazing home situation either. You often opted to stay behind at Hogwarts for the holidays. It is how you two had befriended each other, especially ever since Sirius left him to his own devices at home. Parents, it was a trauma bonding thing.
âCongratulations,â he nodded, his voice trailed off as he tried to see how this would concern him.
âSo I thought you might want to stay with me over the Christmas holidays? Your mother doesnât hate me, so I thought it might be possible. Gives you a chance to get out once in a while.â You tentatively brought up the sensitive subject.
âAnd what makes you think living with you will be any more bearable than living in my own mansion?â Regulus snarkily remarked.
You squinted your eyes at him in a scowl. âA simple ânoâ would suffice donât you think?â
âDo I have to pay rent?â
âDepends on whether or not the answer impacts your decision.â
âSo not then.â
You huffed.
âFine, I suppose I could join you in your small flat.â
âMerlin, donât go doing me any favors Reg, I wouldnât want to owe you.â
Regulus shook his head in amusement.
Satisfied with your rather successful attempt to invite him over, you got up. The chair you sat on screeched loudly as it was being pushed back. You could feel the librarianâs furious eyes on your back and rolled your eyes at her as you made your way to the door. âAlright, alright, Iâm leaving,â you waved your hand in the air and exited the room.
You made it approximately two steps when you spotted your sisters again. âOf course you would cause a disturbance in the library,â Marla spat at you. You raised your eyebrows but remained unimpressed.
âI see youâve got your buddies to back you up now?â you commented and tilted your chin slightly upwards. Your eyes flickered to your other sister, their closest friends, and the marauders.
For a moment, you considered walking away, but there was just something about that twitching lip of your sister that had you irked.
You stepped forward, narrowing the gap between you and your sister. You leaned in slightly and then, âBoo.â
It took your other sister, Alyssa about one second to have her wand pulled out and pointed at your throat.
James watched the interaction with a small frown on his face. He didnât really speak with the fellow Gryffindor twins, but their friends and Lily were friends, so the marauders had joined them on their way towards the courtyard.
His mind flickered to a conversation he had had with âWillowâ about her sisters, and he wondered if you felt the same sadness and inferiority as his pen pal. And with that in mind, he pulled Alyssa back by her robe with one harm, the other lowering her raised wand.
âLetâs not,â he shrugged, when she raised her brows in question at him.
âShe clearly threatened my sister,â Alyssa defended.
You scoffed at that. âI said âbooâ. Thatâs hardly a threat,â you rolled your eyes and glanced at James who tried to offer you something that resembled a smile.
Was he mocking you? âFancy yourself a hero, donât you, Potter.â
âHey, I was just trying to help,â he raised his hands in defense.
âCause youâre such a good soul,â you sarcastically remarked.
âYeah, actually. At least better than you. That hostility is so uncalled for,â Sirius mumbled under his breath, and you shot him a glare. âRight, better than me. Let me ask the two-dozen tormented Slytherin students youâve bullied this past year. Bet Snape will buy your self-proclaimed âkindnessâ.â
You were already walking away when Sirius opened his mouth to call something out to you, but James kicked his shins in attempt to shut him up. Your words resonated in his mind.
Maybe he was a twat.
Am I a twat?
What the bloody hell are you on about?
Someone called me a twat today. Now that wasnât necessarily true, but the implications were there.
Did you deserve it?
Sort of.
Sort of?
I mean, I am only an asshole to people who are assholes themselves and deserve it. But I guess that makes me an asshole too.
You hesitated for a moment and decided to write your opinion on the matter.
Maybe you being an asshole to people makes them assholes. And then it becomes a vicious circle. Self-fulfilling prophecy and all that bogger.
You reckon?
Wouldnât have written it down if I didnât.
On a brighter note, do you have a date for the Yule ball after the exams?
If youâre asking me out, I already promised my friend that weâd go together.
Oh right. But would you save me a dance? Maybe at midnight under the main crystal chandelier?
James bit his lip again in suspense. The Yule ball is a masked ball anyways, if you donât want to reveal yourself.
Midnight, main crystal chandelier. You decided to leave it at that. Besides. You could enchant the mask a little extra, so youâd be even more unrecognizable. You wondered who would be behind the kind words of the parchment.
It felt strange to you. Really looking forward to something to the point you could feel jitters in your stomach in anticipation. But it was having a certain effect on you that even the younger Black couldnât help but miss.
Regulus squinted his eyes and moved his jaw in thought. When he had had enough, he pulled you aside.
âOut with it.â
You deflated. You knew that he knew what he was talking about, so you shrugged. âSomeone asked me to save a dance next week,â you mumbled.
âAnd you want to?â Regulusâ tone shifted to an incredulous one.
âI found an enchanted parchment in the room of requirements and itâs connected. Iâve been using it to have conversations with a mystery person.â
It felt great to be able to share this with your friend and you leaned against the wall behind you. âSo yeah.â You finished the confession with an awkward hand gesture.
Regulus took a moment to register what you said. And then, as if it was the most normal thing ever, he responded with, âI see. And you have no idea who?â
You let yourself slide down the wall and tiredly put your head on your propped up knees. âProbably a Gryffindor.â
Regulus started laughing. You snapped your head up and scowled at him, not that he was used to anything else from you.
âAs long as itâs not a mudbl-â
You kicked his legs and made him lose his balance. You shot him a warning glance. âYou know my opinion on that.â
Regulus sighed. You had once confided in him about your home situation, including that time when you had overheard your parents argue when you came home for the first time after having been sorted into Slytherin. Your father had addressed the matter as soon as you walked through the door.
âYouâre no daughter of mine.â He had said with disapproval in his voice. It wasnât meant as a figurative insult. It was a statement. Your father believed that you could simply not biologically be his daughter. The words had you avert your eyes to the floor in shame.
âMy entire bloodline has been sorted into Gryffindor.â He had looked at your mother. âYour family does have Slytherins. Sheâs most likely the result of your affair with that muggle a decade ago. It is possible.â And just like that, he had practically disowned you.
âOkay,â Regulus relented. âWeâll see who it is next week.â
James was nervously looking around, standing partnerless in the middle of the dancefloor. He had long forgone the mask that he had chosen because it prevented him from using his glasses. He looked at the great clock just above the table with drinks and pulled a hand through his hair.
It was time, so where were you? Hopefully you hadnât chickened out yet because he was absolutely dying to meet you.
There was just something about you. It sparked something in him that he hadnât felt since Lily. Heâd look forward to your messages all the time. Every morning, he practically jumped up in anticipation and excitement as he reached under his pillow to read your âgood morningâ message for the day. A smile would pass his lips each time.
James was ripped from his thoughts when a hand was placed on his shoulder blade. It tapped twice. He stopped breathing for a moment before turning around. And then the breath was knocked out of both of you completely.
For two different reasons.
James stared in awe at you. You wore a white and silver dress, covered in diamonds. A delicate white mask covered the upper part of your face, and he stared intently at your eyes, but somehow, he still couldnât pinpoint who you were.
He could see all of your features clearly, but as if he was in a dream, he somehow couldnât piece everything together to identify you. A charm, he realized. He was disappointed but shook it off. If you felt insecure, then he wouldnât push it.
Jamesâ face broke out in a grin, and he stepped forward. He couldnât help but reach out to your face. But you took a step back. His hand fell and he frowned at your reaction, suddenly scared. He wasnât wearing a mask after all. Compared to you, he was completely vulnerable.
Before he could say anything, you cut him to it. âNo,â you hoarsely managed. âThis was a mistake.â You turned around and escaped from the center of the dancefloor. James chased you.
âWait, please. Iâm sorry!â He called out after you.
You slowed your pace when you reached the corner next to the staircase. Then you shook your head with a sight, and you pinched your nose. James could see your furrowed brows.
âYou have nothing to be sorry about. But my intention wasnât to dance with James Potter. It was a mistake. Sorry for wasting your time.â
James shook his head in his turn. âDonât say that,â his eyes pleaded. âSo you know who I am. Am I..â He hesitated. âAm I that bad? I donât know if youâve heard any rumors about me, or what made you have a bad impression of me, but Iâm the one youâve been talking to for the past months.â He looked at you desperately. âGive me a chance, please. I only ask for a dance.â
Your eyes flickered over his sad face. You knew James from all the pranks that he did, mostly committed towards your house. You knew him from the banters you had with him, and from crying students that you undid hexes for. You knew him from pushing him out of the way as he purposely blocked your path to throw insults at you.
But you also knew the boy from the enchanted paper. The one who listened to all your worries. Who offered advice and indulged into your hopes and dreams for the future. You knew the boy who confided in you all his deepest secrets and own insecurities. Who made your day and cheered you up with his jokes and positivity.
âI can give you a dance,â you caved, and you offered him your hand, which he scrambled to hold.
James was a fairly decent dance partner, you soon discovered as he guided you with grace. âSo I suppose you dance often?â
âI just practiced a lot,â he sheepishly admitted. âI had to impress you somehow, you know. Someone like you had to be crazy out of my league after all.â
Your lips twitched. âI think youâve got it all backwards, Potter.â
âYou know you can call me James, right?â
âWell, James,â you enunciated his name. It felt weird on your tongue. You had only ever spoken his last name in contempt. âIâm not very liked by more than half the students of this castle.â You motioned towards your mask. âHence the enchantment,â you added halfheartedly.
âYou donât have to tell me who you are,â James immediately assured you, and you did relax at his words. âIâm just really happy that youâre real.â
You let out a laugh. âWhy would I not be real?â
âI donât know,â James whined. âMaybe I was just talking to really sentient paper or something?â
His answer only made you laugh more. Jamesâ grin only spread wider.
âWhoever you are, I wouldnât judge you,â James added quietly. You watched him silently as you swayed around the room.
âThatâd be a first,â you joked sadly, remembering your own family.
âWhat can I say, Iâm just different,â James cheekily winked and then twirled you around.
âWeâll see about that, James. You have the rest of the night to convince me.â
The dance ended and you curtsied to each other, out of breath. âBut youâll have to excuse me while I go find a bench because my feet are killing me. These heels are no joke,â you groaned in pain and sort of started to limp your way back.
James quickly came to support you and held your waist as he escorted you back to the side of the room. When you discovered that there were not in fact any benches, you sat down on the first few steps of the staircase. He raised his eyebrows when you kicked off your heels and saw that the entire slipper was made of glass.
âI transfigured those shoes myself, you know,â you proudly stated. James looked at it in disbelief. âThis can carry a human weight?â
âYeah, it took a lot of different enchantments and attempts,â you admitted.
Jamesâ disbelief changed to awe. He took a seat next to you and you two started chatting about random things. You looked at Jamesâ profile as he talked about Quidditch and felt soft towards him. Maybe he really wasnât so bad after all.
The two of you were deep into a conversation when you were interrupted .
âWho is this, Prongs?â Sirius curiously stepped forward and shook your hand. You couldnât help but grimace at him.
You politely nodded and explained the situation, but even though you engaged into a civil, nonchalant conversation, you couldnât help but feel uncomfortable at the presence of Jamesâ friends.
âAnyways,â Sirius leans in towards James. âDid you see Snape over there?â He nodded his head towards Snape, and you squinted your eyes at the boy in front of you.
âYouâre not thinking of doing anything to him, are you,â you sharply asked. Both James and Sirius were taken aback by your new tone.
âNothing harmful,â Sirius laughed, but it faded when you simply raised your eyebrows at him. Sirius looked towards James for help. James hesitated. He had been reluctant to indulge Siriusâ ideas ever since his conversation with you about being a twat. But Sirius was his friend.
âWeâre just having a bit of fun,â James tried to explain. âWeâre just joking around, besides, heâs in Slytherin, so definitely a blood supremacist.â Your face fell at his words.
You watched his features contort in disgust and suddenly you were eleven again, and all you could see was your sisters disgusted face.
By the time you had snapped out of it, Sirius was already making his way towards Snape. James had gotten up and his head flickered between you and his friend.
You got up as well.
âI really thought youâd be different, James.â You scoffed to yourself. âYou really had me convinced there for a moment. But I understand that youâre really just a bully after all, blinded by prejudice. You really are a twat.â
Jamesâ heart dropped at hearing you say those words. He felt ashamed and shook his head pleadingly as he searched for words. But the thing is, you couldnât care less, because you were hurt too. So you turned around and fled up the stairs as fast as you could, just in case he would come after you.
âHey Prongs, you coming or not?â Sirius called out. James looked back at Sirius as he contemplated his next move. He mouthed ânoâ, and then tried to run after you. But by the time he reached the hallway that you had disappeared to, you were nowhere in sight.
In denial, James ran towards the moving staircases and looked up, in hopes to find you there.
Had he looked down, maybe he would have caught the last shimmer of reflection of the diamonds on your dress.
James refused to give up, however and he started to knock on the paintings, hoping that they could tell him where you went. He just had to apologize.
A symphony of protests and yelling echoed within the hall. âQuiet you!â âHave you no respect for the sleeping?â âI will complain to Filch about this, young man!â âLeave us alone!â
When the voices resided, most portraits were empty, their contents having escaped elsewhere.
Defeated, James groaned and hit his head with his fists. âYou stupid git!â he yelled out in frustration at himself. James slouched down to sit on the stairs. Then he reached for the parchment and a pen in the inner pocket of his jacket and started scrambling something down.
âPlease answer,â he whispered. He almost had to laugh at how pathetic he must look.
You sat on your bed after having made your way to the Slytherin dorms.
Iâm sorry. Youâre right, I shouldnât have said that. I donât know why I said that. Iâm stupid and I ruined everything. Please let me make it up to you. I enjoy being with you, I donât want you to think of me like this.
 Like I said before, this was clearly a mistake.
James read your words over and over again and he buried his face in his hands in shame. He stayed there for a long while and by the time he returned to the room, the party was over, and people had started returning to bed. On the left side of the staircase were your enchanted glass slippers precisely where youâd kicked the off and left them.
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âď¸Divorce of Convenience
*part of the reverse trope series*
Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Wife!Reader Genre: Fluff/Mischief/Miscommunication Summary: Oscar as your first everything: love, boyfriend, husband. You never had to go through any type of heartbreak ever. With Taylor Swift's new album, you yearn for a deeper connection with the songs. What's a better way than to ask your husband for a weekend divorce?
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Oscar knew something was up the moment you started smirking behind your phone as you lounged on the couch. His hand was mindlessly rubbing one of your ankles that was currently propped up on his lap. There was a week in between Monaco and Canada, which gave him time to come straight home to you.Â
Photographs littered the walls of your home. Some from the very early days of grade school, where you and Oscar first met. And then some of grades 9 through 12 and Oscarâs karting and Formula racing, which marked the first four years of your relationship. The engagement pictures and wedding pictures followed a year later.Â
There were a couple of pictures from 2023, signifying Oscarâs first year in McLaren. There were few from this year, as Oscar got busier, but you managed to pick some out to print. However, the Aussie really didnât notice them at first, too busy wrapping you in his arms when he got home from the double-header.Â
Another giggle made him actually look at you, eyebrow raised.Â
âWhatâs got you all smiley?âÂ
You huffed as you put your phone down in your lap.Â
âTaylor Swift came out with a new album, and people on Tik Tok are hilarious.â Â
He rolled his eyes. He knew that there was more to it.Â
âAnd?âÂ
âIâm just thinking about how if we ever went through a breakup, I could relate to some of the songs on a deeper level.âÂ
You sat up to scooch closer to your husband, now touching shoulders as you showed him a video of a woman crying to one of the new songs. Oscar was having a hard time realizing why this was funny to you.
âWhat if we got a divorce?âÂ
Oh.Â
Oscar whipped his head toward you, hair swishing. âYou want to do what?âÂ
You huffed again, lightly rolling your eyes. âA divorce for like just a bit, so that I can really get to Taylorâs level.âÂ
Oscarâs head reeled back. âWhy on earth would you want to do that?âÂ
He was getting a bit self-conscious. Was this your way of silently telling him that you werenât satisfied being married to him? Was he away too much? Were you bored without him here? Did you want to come to more races with him? Â
âOssie, itâs not what you think,â you said as you waved your hands around. Your husband crossed his arms, not entirely impressed.Â
âWhat Iâm thinking is that youâre not happy with me anymore.âÂ
You wanted to melt into the couch as his sad expression. There wasnât much difference between him and his new âbrotherâ Leo in terms of puppy eyes. You gently put your hands on his cheeks and made him look at you.Â
âOscar you should know better. There isnât anyone else Iâd rather spend the rest of my life with.âÂ
He pouted slightly. âThen why do you want to get a âdivorceâ if youâre still happy.âÂ
You looked down at your lap as you took your hands away from his face. Your fingers started to pick at the skin around your nails. Now that you thought about it, your idea was childish and dramatic. Why would you want to get a divorce when you were happily married to the love of your life.Â
âHey.â It was Oscarâs turn to turn your head to look at him. âJust tell me. Iâm having a hard time understanding.âÂ
âYou were my first everything, you know this. Iâve never gone through a bad breakup or heartbreak, and sometimes I wish that I could experience that.âÂ
He gave you a look. âI understand.âÂ
Your eyebrows furrowed. âYou do?âÂ
A nod was your answer. âItâs a part of growing up that you didnât get to go through.âÂ
Nervous giggles fell through your lips, which turned into actual laughing. You fell forward into Oscarâs lap, making him laugh with you. When all giggles and laughs had subsided, he gave you a quick peck on your lips.Â
The McLaren driver started to calculate things in his head. âSaur, you want to get a divorce, to listen to some songs for a few hours, and then?âÂ
You bumped him lightly with your shoulder. âNot an actual divorce Ossie. Just, if lots of people believe that weâre getting a divorce then itâs technically true?âÂ
Even you didnât sound 100 percent sure.Â
Oscar turned his body to fully face you. Now it was his turn to smirk, knowing what you wanted to do. He was never above creating some mischief online. Heck, his tweets went viral for stirring up the media.Â
âSo, how are we going to do this?âÂ
What Osar wasnât ready for, was for you to have a 10-step plan for this. He should have been ready for your antics; he had been with you for most of your life. You suddenly stopped talking mid-sentence, your eyes widening, raising some concern in Oscar.Â
âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
âWe canât tell Lando.âÂ
With that the plan went into motion. Step one was to cry in the car, which seemed easy enough as you chose to watch some sad edits on TikTok. It was perfect. Your mascara ran enough for the cameras to pick up on it.Â
The second step was simple. You had a friend who just so happened to work at the Melbourne Law Firm. You had previously wanted to bring her lunch one day, and it worked perfectly for the plan. You knew that people were following you, which made it even better. On your way out, you took a small coffee from the lobby, and then sat in your car for a moment.Â
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Third, Oscar would make a public appearance the day after. Some paparazzi had spotted him, making him fly the bird at the cameras. The McLaren driver quickly turned around and headed back to his car, wanting to now get home.Â
Except, Oscar wasnât expecting to be jumped the moment he wanted to get out of the house for the weekend. You had decided to go out shopping, keeping your head low. He knew he should also have kept his head low. A hand reached out and grabbed him, pulling him into a random bookstore. He had half a mind to start yelling âstranger danger,â but these were no strangers.
âLando, Max, Charles? What is this?âÂ
Landoâs finger pressed into his chest, making him wince a bit. The Briton had anger in his eyes, along with Charles and Max also glaring.Â
Lando hissed, âThis is an intervention. Why did you divorce Y/n? She was literally your life mate. You freakinâ muppet.âÂ
Charles decided to put his piece in. âDid something happen? You two were so happy in Australia and Miami.âÂ
âOr did she do something?â the Dutchman asked, making Oscar immediately shake his head. He looked down at the floor.Â
âWe just decided that it wasnât working any more. Iâve been too busy with racing and she got a new job here.âÂ
Lando scoffed. âUtter bullshit, thatâs what that is.âÂ
Charles looked like a kicked puppy. âMate. Is there no way to reconnect?âÂ
Oscar crossed his arms, trying to seem more intimidating. âWe fought and itâs over. She already gave me the papers and theyâre signed. End of story.âÂ
âBabe, you didnât tell me that you were shopping here too! I found this new book . . . oh.âÂ
Shit.Â
You blinked, looking at the three men who were cornering your husband. This was not in the 10-step plan. You were about to say something, but Lando quickly walked over to you. You expected some yelling, but he pulled you to the side. It was intense eye contact for a moment.Â
âDid Oscar cheat?âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
He gasped. âDid you cheat?âÂ
You huffed. âLando, no one cheated.âÂ
The kid looked like a kicked puppy, even though he was older than you. He threw his hands up in the air, pretty exasperated.Â
âWhy did you two get a divorce?âÂ
The sheer volume of his voice made a few heads turn, making you wince a bit. You tugged his arm and pulled him back to the group of three. The Briton may have dragged his feet just a bit, only because he didnât want to have this awkward conversation with you and his teammate.Â
You tilted your head just a bit. âCan we have this conversation somewhere else?âÂ
They shrugged and followed you, even into the car since they had all walked. And instead of getting into the back seats of your SUV, Lando, Charles, and Max squished into the first row. Their eyes did widen when your hand clasped Oscarâs as you drove off.Â
Lando leaned over to Max and whispered pretty loudly, âWhy are they holding hands?âÂ
The Dutchman âwhisperedâ back, âI donât know. Maybe itâs some weird kink?âÂ
You hit the brakes as you came to a stop light, making Lando and Max jolt. Charles sat still in his seat, already bracing himself since he wasnât yapping. Well, at least not yet.Â
You took this moment to quickly turn around and stare at them, silently telling them to shut their mouths. Oscar bit back a smile as he heard Max and Lando suck in a breath. He sighed in relief as you pulled into the garage. Ever such a gentleman, he hopped out to run around and open your door.Â
He pressed a kiss against your cheek.Â
âThis was your idea remember?â he muttered, guiding you into the house, the three other drivers silently following you.Â
You took your time to put your new books away before you went to sit on the couch. Oscar handed you a glass of water, which you thankfully took. You wanted to laugh as you watched Max, Charles, and Lando squirm.Â
âYou have a very lovely house,â Charles mentioned, trying to break the silence. He was successful as you gave them a soft smile.Â
âThank you, Charles. Oscar bought it for us after he signed with McLaren.âÂ
Lando remembered the day that the Aussie had told him about the purchase. Oscar had been so excited to truly start your life with each other. The apartment that you two had before was getting small. But now, sitting in front of you when divorce was on the line, he truly wondered what all went wrong.Â
He clapped his hands, ending the conversation that you were having with Charles about paint colors.Â
Lando pointed at you and Oscar. âEnough. What is going on?âÂ
You stifled a laugh before trying to clear the air. âLando, there was never a real divorce. The gossip pages just ran with a rumor.âÂ
Max butted in. âBut the law firm, your Instagram post?âÂ
Oscar reached over and took your hand in his. âYou three know that weâre high school sweethearts, and before that, childhood friends.âÂ
Lando looked confused. âAnd what does that have anything to do with this?âÂ
âMate,â Oscar started, âit has everything to do with it. Because weâve been together since we were younger, there wasnât time for normal teenager things like breakups or heart break.âÂ
âSo,â you added, âwe,â Oscar gave you a look, âI thought it might be fun to pretend to get a divorce.âÂ
No one said a word.
Lando then fell to his knees and kissed your carpet. âThank God. I donât think I could handle a sad Oscar every single weekend.âÂ
You patted him on the shoulder. âI donât think Iâd ever want to live without him. And I couldnât pass the opportunity to not travel around the world.âÂ
Your husband gasped a bit while he put his hand on his heart. âYou wound me woman. I knew you were with me for my money.âÂ
You wiggled your eyebrows. âBut of course, darling. What else would you be good for?âÂ
Max put his head in his hands. âTheyâre made for each other. This is gross.âÂ
You quickly stood from your couch. âWell, I think itâs time for dinner. Ossie?âÂ
The man in question blushed at the nickname, while the other three cooed at them. He turned to give them a stink eye, effectively shutting them up.Â
As you started to get some pans out for dinner, you found yourself with a human backpack. Oscar pressed his face into your neck, sighing deeply. There werenât many moments that the two of you got to be domestic like this. And it would have been romantic, except for Landoâs squealing as he looked around at the pictures on the wall.Â
âOsc, is this you in grade school? Where did the cheeks go, mate?âÂ
âLando, get away from the pictures.âÂ
âBut Osc, you were such a cute kid. What happened?âÂ
âYou happened.âÂ
âOsc!âÂ
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Warm Me Up
Summary: When his wife speaks out of turn during a dinner with the King, Aemond needs to reprimand her indiscretions.
Warnings: 18+, AFAB reader, wife!reader, dom/sub undertones, temperature play, (slight) humiliation, talk of obedience, heavy petting, (light) bondage, P in V, a little angsty in the begging, a little fluffy in the end
A/N: Okay so editing took much longer than anticipated - you could tell this was the first fic (read: smut) I wrote. This has had a real make-over, please enjoy!
Word Count: 3300
Getting to know your new spouse after a hasty wedding had been a far lengthier process than your swift unification.
When first being presented to Prince Aemond, youâd been unsure of how to approach him. His stoic façade and short-worded answers left you wondering if heâd ever let you get to know him, or if youâd spend a lifetime with a shell of a person; too stubbornly proud to let anyone in. However, with time, you've noticed that the imperturbable prince is a loyal husband, and by opening yourself up a bit to him, he returned the favour by allowing you to get to know him as well.Â
Youâd now grown closer than youâd ever dared imagined. Most fears from the beginning of your union had been washed away by the prince's attentive nature, and you feel thoroughly satisfied with the state of your marriage.
You and Aemond connect and relate to each other immensely, being far more alike than appearances might presume. Behind closed doors, there barriers previously separating the two of you from each other had essentially vanished.
In public, however, you did not always see eye to eye.Â
The grip Aemond has around your arm feels bruising as he led you into your shared chambers, letting go of you only to close and bar the door with a heavy thud.
âHave I not asked you to watch your tongue in the presence of others?â
He's still facing the door, low, soft voice sending a chill through the blood furiously pumping through your body.
The tension in his shoulders is evident, and the way his voice sounds unnaturally calm lets you know that he is trying hard to sound composed.Â
You knew from the moment you raised your voice that Aemond would not approve. That he'd be displeased with you.
Yet, you could not hinder the words from spilling from your lips, entire being suddenly consumed with irritation over the thoughtless remark King Aegon had uttered during dinner.
âIt was not my intention to speak out of turn, husband. But you know as well as I do that the Kingâs comment-â
âIt does not matter! Iâve asked you to hold your tongue in public, especially when it comes to my brotherâ, he interrupts, the fake calmness heâd previously tried to maintain slipping away,
âEngaging with him will only rile him up. He will not relent until heâs had the last word and left you humiliated. Do you truly wish to enter a battle like that with the King? You know it will serve no goodâ
You swallow thickly and look down at the floor, overwhelmed with feelings of regret and shame. Your husbands eyes bore into you, challenging you to fight back, yet you do not feel brave enough to defy him.
You're not even brave enough to meet his gaze.
You hear him sigh and walk towards where you stand, voice calmer yet somehow more authoritative than before,
âTake off your dress and get on the bedâ
You knew not to argue, feeling a tiny spark of excitement at the possibility of him disciplining you for your transgressions at dinner. You had gone against his wishes before, hoping he would spank you, as you had found yourself getting impossibly aroused from the act.
During such instances, however, he had been far less displeased with you. This time, you hadnât defied him with a cheeky grin and a glint in your eye. This time, you had been unable to keep your mouth shut, momentarily forgetting yourself.
You follow his orders wordlessly and take off your dress, quickly working your fingers along the buttons of your bodice in order to yank it down your body. Stepping out of the garment, you raise your head to look Aemond in the eye, showing him that youâd follow his commands without resistance.Â
âYour smallclothes as well, wife. Take everything off and get on the bed, on your bellyâ.Â
You do as he says without much thought, feeling your heart beat harder in your chest in anticipation in whatâs to come.
You cannot decipher if you feel excitement or dread when pondering on what he will do next, yet you eagerly wait to find out more.
Aemondâs seeing eye trails down your naked form, sternly observing you as you step out of your smallclothes and get on the bed, again heeding his demand without protest.
He undoes his belt and instructs you to tuck your legs under your body, leaving you no option but to press your face against the soft, moss-coloured sheets of your marital bed.
Kneeling on the bed behind you, he takes both your hands and tie them behind your back, the rough, stiff leather of his belt pressing into the delicate skin of your wrists.
He moves off the bed and kneels next to it, taking your chin in his hand. He moves you so that youâre facing him, letting his thumb rest softly against your cheekbone.
He still appears stoic, but you can see the fury dancing in his eye as he looks into yours,
âI will know if youâve movedâ
You swallow thickly. How long does he plan on leaving you here?
He stands up, takes one final look at your naked silhouette, and leaves, shutting the door behind him.Â
Once alone, the reality of the situation begins to settle.
The hearth has not been lit, and the chilling autumn air easily penetrates the chambers through the large windows facing the sea.
Kingâs Landing suffered more from heat than chill, and the Red Keep was built to allow air to flow through the castle, rather than to keep warmth in. Without your clothes and the hearth, you found the room you otherwise regarded as a comforting haven to be chill and foreign.Â
After some time of disturbing silence, unease creeps up your chill spine and enters your rapidly beating heart.
Had Aemond locked the door?
What if someone were to enter, just to find you in this humiliating state; arse on display for all to see?
Your heart beats faster.
Fiercer.
You know you could easily turn your body around and get off the bed, despite being unable to move your arms.
The thought feels more tempting as your skin grows colder; gooseflesh spreading over your unmoving arms and legs. Only one thoughts keeps you still,
What would Aemond think?
Youâd already upset him, and part of you knows that what you did had been foolish. Speaking in the way you did to the King would have left others without their tongue.
Aemond had spared you.
He needs to know that you regret your indiscretions; that you are a better wife than what your actions had shown earlier.
So you relax your jaw to stop your teeth from shaking, inhale deeply, and wait.
You do not know how much time has passed when Aemond finally returns.
You find it hard not to shiver. Your body has gone impossibly cold, and your feet and hands already feel numb.
He comes up to the side of the bed, looking down at your trembling body with satisfaction dancing in his lilac eye.
âHave you learnt your lesson yet, wife?â he asks. You hum weakly, wishing he would allow you to get dressed, if only to end your agony; both the one evident across your cold skin and inside of your chest.
His eye flickers from your exposed bottom to your face, the hint of a smile pulling at hush lips,
âAnd you havenât moved since I left?â
You softly shake your head, watching as your husbandâs eye crinkles from the victorious smile he wears.
âI knew you were a good wife. I am so proud of your display of obedienceâ
As he speaks, he places a warm palm on your cold buttock, prompting you to let out a surprised moan from the intensely pleasurable feeling.
Aemondâs smile grows wider, causing dimples to appear on his cheeks.
You don't know if youâve ever seen them before.Â
âDoes my sweet wife need me to warm her up?â
He almost sounds taunting, yet you could not care less. The hand he had placed on your buttock comes back to rub your lower back, and the heat from his palm feels so good; so warm.
So comforting.
âYes, husband. Please touch meâ
Swiftly moving to kneel behind you, he places both of his large hands on the back of your thighs, slowly trailing them upwards, halting at your shoulders. You sigh loudly, relishing in the wonderful feeling of his warm hands on your cold body. The feeling of relief accompanied by his touch is so strong it feels foreign; like nothing youâve ever experienced before.
As he continues to caress your body, you notice the demanding ache of arousal between your thighs intensify. You hadnât really paid attention to the wetness collecting there, but now that a drop slides down your exposed thigh, you cannot disregard the effect your husbands touch has on you, even when his intentions are not of a entirely lewd nature.
The next time his wandering hands reach your buttocks, they travel to your front, caressing your belly and cupping your breasts. You moan again, no longer recognising yourself or this newly discovered inability to control your mouth.Â
You hear Aemond sigh behind you as he leans down over your body, placing a few kisses on your shoulders. His touch stays on your breasts, kneading them with an increasingly harsh grip.
The leather of his tunic and breeches do not feel as comforting as his warm hands and you hiss as your chilled back makes contact with his cold, stiff attire.Â
âPlease husband, take off your clothes. I crave your warmthâ
Aemond hums in reply to your plea, pulling away briefly to discard his clothes on the floor. You try to turn your head and look at him, but the awkward position your body is in does not allow for you to move your head, cheek still pushed into the bed.
Soon you feel the bed dip again behind you, Aemond now so close that his thighs touch the back of yours.Â
They say that the blood of the dragon runs hot, and perhaps youâve never been more pleased at having married a Targaryen; revelling in the way his heated skin gives you relief from the cold air of your stoney chambers.Â
Your husband begins to gently trace his palms across your body once more, stopping at your waist before wrapping both of his arms around the dip there, slowly pressing down to rest his heavy body on top of yours.
Again, you moan at how good the warmth of his skin feels against yours, the want between your naked thighs intensifying.
Aemond tucks his head in your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin,
âDoes this feel good, wife?â, he mumbles into your hair.Â
âYesâ, you sigh, feeling wholly consumed by him.
The familiar hardness pressing against your behind does not go unnoticed, and you take pride in knowing that youâre not completely at his mercy.
Heâs at yours as well.
âYouâve been such a sweet, obedient wife for me. Ask me anything and Iâll be a sweet, obedient husband for youâ he says, moving his head from your neck to press fleeting kisses down your shoulder.
You know what he wants you to answer; know that he loves you submissive, begging for him to make you feel good.Â
âPlease, keep touching meâ, you request as he moves off of you to sit on his haunches behind your kneeling form, taking your tied up hands in his and gently undoing his belt.
He discards it on the floor next to his own leathers, gentle fingers softly caressing your wrists, noticing the red remnants of his belt there.
Grabbing your arms, Aemond carefully places them down by your head. He leans in to kiss your cheek, tucking away a strand of hair that has fallen to cover your face.
His palms travel from your arms down your torso, ending up on your bottom again.Â
âDo you wish for me to touch you here, sweet girl?â
His voice is loving yet his touch is not as he begins to knead your buttocks a bit too harshly for your liking. You do not dare to protest though, the feeling of his warm hands on your cold body too good to endanger.
You simply moan again, head moving to look back at him, the same confident smirk still illuminating his face.
âOr would you like me to touch you here?â
One of his hands trail down between your buttocks to meet your soaking centre, and he huffs out a chuckle at the wet sounds of your arousal echoing in your quarters.
âSuch a wanton little thing youâve become. Does obeying your prince arouse you so?â
Though you adore the feeling of his fingers caressing your womanhood, the lack of his warm body pressing against yours causes you to shiver again.
Aemond suddenly withdraws his hand from between your thighs, evoking a displeased whine to leave your lips.
In return, he releases an amused huff, thoroughly entertained by the desperate way youâve come to crave him.Â
He moves to sit on the edge of the bed, fisting his already hard cock a few times before turning to you, beckoning you to come over with a flick of his head.
You eagerly get up from the bed, swaying clumsily as your stiff legs feel unstable from the extended time youâve been kneeling on the bed.Â
You stand in front of him, between his spread out thighs.
He appears just as calculated as he always does; long, silky hair neatly falling down his broad shoulders, and brown, worn eyepatch securely fastened around his head.
Itâs only his eye, the expressive one on display, that shows his true intentions.
His hunger.
Aemond leans forward to place a chaste kiss to your stiff nipple, then moves to do the same to the other. Both of his large, warm hands find home on your hips, and you sigh at the wonderful relief yet again.
He turns you around, grabs your hips once more, and manoeuvres you so that youâre bending down with your back towards him.
He grabs his cock, hard and leaking with arousal, and moves it up and down your slit, allowing it to explore the path from your pearl, all the way down to the cleft of your arse.
He smears your slick everywhere; thereâs so much of it that it taints your entire centre. Had you been more sensible, you mightâve found the act sullying and lewd. Now, it causes more desire to drip out of you.
When he places the tip at your entrance, he wraps his muscular arms around you, pushing you down in a swift motion to impale you on his cock.
Although you have had him more times than you can count, the stretch stings as he forces you to take all of him at once.
More overpowering, however, is the feeling of relief your cold skin is granted as Aemond envelops you in his arms, holding on to you so tightly itâs like he wants to squeeze the life out of you.
He does not neglect your desires though; his cock instantly finds that spot within you that makes you feel weightless and heavy at the same time.
Itâs almost too much to handle; the sharp, intense pleasure.
You groan loudly, throwing your head back to rest on Aemondâs shoulder.Â
He continues to thrust up into your cunt, using the grasp he has on your body to continuously impale you on his cock. You try to keep up with his pace, but the immense pleasure sprinting through you being leaves you incapable of doing much, so you stay limp in his unyielding hold, allowing him to use you in any way he pleases.
The harsh sounds of your skin smacking against his, his cock repeatedly fucking your wet hole and your combined breaths fill the room, seeping out of the still uncovered windows.
Aemond keeps a steady pace, the muscles of his toned arms flexing around your body as he takes his pleasure from your cunt.
His face is pressed to yours, cheek to cheek, as he breathes loudly through his nose. Tilting his head, his mouth right next to your ear, he whispers,
âYou do not know what you do to me, sweet wife. I cannot stay cross with you for long, even when I wish toâ
With the little strength and physical control you still possess, you turn your head to face him, pressing your lips to his in an attempt to pour all your pent up feelings of excitement, nervousness and devotion into the kiss.
One of your hands seeks his, and you pry it off the grip it has right under your breast, taking hold of it and guiding it down to the apex of your thighs. With his hand in yours, you begin to draw small, determined circles on your pearl, pressing on his fingers to let him know how firm you want his touch to be.Â
Your peak approaches you quickly; aggressively, as the knot in your lower belly tightens within you. As it finally bursts, you press your head back against Aemondâs shoulder, a cry loud enough to alert the entire Red Keep of your activities accompanying the pure bliss overtaking you.
Your body jerks in Aemondâs arms, pleasure sending lightning bolts from your core down to your toes and up into your chest.Â
âFu-, fuck, your cuntâs-â, Aemond interrupts himself with a groan as the tightening pulsation of your heat around him sets off his own peak.Â
His hips buck up into you for a few more seconds before he stills, holding you tightly in his arms as his weary head moves down to rest on your shoulder.Â
âWould you like me to call for the servants to pour you a bath, my love? Warm you up?â, he inquires, still out of breath.
You let out an exhausted laugh and turn yourself slightly in his arms to face your husband again.
His cheeks are flustered and pink, eye half-open. He looks equal parts tired and satisfied, and you realise you probably look the same.
âYou have successfully thawed me, dear husband. Now all I ask of you is that you allow me to stay in your embraceâ
For a second he almost looks bashful at your words, but before you have a chance to ponder it further, he lifts you off of him and helps you lay down on the bed, this time tucking you in underneath the furs before quickly fetching a cloth to clean you up. When heâs done he tosses it on the floor and climbs down to lay next to you, pulling you towards him with your face right in front of his, so close your noses bump together.
âIt is not my desire for you to mind your tongue when we are aloneâ, he speaks quietly, meeting your eyes in an attempt to reason with you.
âBut you must understand that life at court is unforgiving, especially if you attempt to speak against the Kingâ.
You nod softly.
His thumb travels down to caress your cheekbone,
âI could not bear to see you hurt. I only wish for you to obey me since I care for your well-beingâ
It feels like your heart is melting at his words; spilling from your chest down into your limbs. You press your forehead against his and close your eyes, revelling in the feeling of adoration you have towards your husband.
You realise that youâve never said it before, but you could not have stopped the confession from slipping out even if youâd wanted to,
âI love youâ
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show them youâre mine | b.e.
billie eilish x fem!reader
context. since youâre recent album, youâve been getting a lot of attention on social media, needless to say billie, your girlfriend, got jealous. she leaves you with a few marks before you open for her on the first night of her tour.
warnings. jealousy, slight fluff, slight angst, smut, fingering, hickies.
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âbaby, look at how theyâre thirsting over you. donât they know youâre in a relationship?â billie was scrolling through twitter, seeing the outcome of your recent album. you were both sitting in her room backstage, after soundcheck, waiting for your cue to come on. you were going out first since you were opening for her.
âas a matter of fact they donât.â you laughed at her comment. your relationship was private which was why you found her words so humorous.
âitâs not funny.â billie huffed.
âitâs cute to see you jealous. but you know iâd never want any of them, only you.â she smiled slightly at the reassurance.
âiâm not jealous, i just find it slightly ridiculous.âshe crossed her arms, turning off her phone since she didnât want to look at any more of the tweets.
âyou find it ridiculous that people are thirsting over me?â you teased her as she panicked for a little second.
âno of course not, angel. i just donât like people talking about you like that. itâs reserved for me.â she dipped her head sideways and kissed the side of your lips. your smirk however, didnât falter.
âwhat if i like the attention?â her hooded eyes squinted at you, as if to test if sheâd heard you correctly.
âi can give you more than enough attention, you donât need it from them.â she kissed your jaw, repeatedly. you sighed out of content.
âmm, iâd like some of that attention now.â you admitted as she raised her eyebrows.
âoh yeah? where do you want it?â she bit her lip, eyeing you below her.
âyou know where i want it bils.â you whined slightly, her hands roaming your body in all the places you didnât need her the most.
âneed to hear you say it, darling.â the term of endearment teased you further as you came to your senses.
âi need you to get me off.â you admitted and she smirked, yet not completely satisfied.
âhow?â she said simply, making you groan in frustration.
âi donât care, with your fingers, your mouth, anything billie.â you begged, just wanting her touch, her comfort. her smile was wicked and it turned you on.
âdo you think if i recorded you begging me to touch you theyâd take a hint?â she cocked her head sideways, returning to the topic of the previous conversation. her words were filthy and they made you grow desperate.
âbillie.â you whined and she raised an eyebrow, still failing to do anything. âi donât care about them, i just want you.â she looked into your eyes, and the moment could almost be mistaken as sweet. before she rushed straight to the straps of your shirt, pulling them down enough to expose your entire chest. her lips met yours, as her actions met your needs. she smiled into the kiss, as she fumbled with your skirt, bunching it up and pulling away from the kiss to grip the hem of your underwear. however, she didnât pull them down, instead, she just kept her hand there.
âbillie.â you said in between kisses.
âmhm.â she replied not breaking away, not letting you speak. so instead you voiced your request by tugging on her shirt, indicating you wanted it off. but instead of complying with your demands, she shook her head. her lips left yours, giving you space to breathe, as she moved onto your neck.
âfuck, bils.â the moan left you as soon as she sucked on your sweet spot, her lips hadnât left it in minutes. she worked down your neck and closer to your cleavage, taking her sweet time. she knew what she was doing by ignoring where you needed her most, and she loved your desperate state.
âbilliee.â the whine once again, fell on deaf ears as she continued attacking your neck until it was bruised and purple. when she finally finished, she sat up, admiring her work.
âare you done?â you asked as her gaze shifted to yours and you met eyes. she grinned, and your smile dropped slightly. âwhat?â you asked sternly as she giggled.
âjust wait until you see what iâve done to your neck.â if it was bad now, it would be even worse by the time the show starts. before you could get up to go check she pushed you back down, shaking her head slowly. her hands moved to your inner thighs as your breaths became uneven and the hickeys forgotten. she was giving you what you wanted, but sheâd make sure it was slow.
before you could complain, she shut you up with her lips. her hands roamed your clothed pussy as she swallowed every one of your moans, soaking in the feeling of your pleasure. it took her a while to finally take your underwear off and dip through your folds. but when she did, she groaned at what she found.
âwho are you so fucking wet for baby?â she purred onto your lips before stopping her movements when you didnât answer. a whine left your lips.
âyou.â it was all you could manage to get out in this foggy state. she circled your clit, pinching and applying pressure in all the right places as you squirmed in her embrace.
âsay my name, darling.â she whispered in your ear, sending shivers throughout your body, and clouding your mind.
âitâs all for you billie.â it was more of a chant than anything else and she drunk it in like it was her lifeline. finally satisfied, she dipped her two fingers in as you bit your lip out of fear of screaming. you made eye contact with her, and those hooded eyes couldâve made you cum like that.
her fingers worked theyâre way deeper as she curled them and used her thumb to fondle your clit. the moans you were letting out were unholy and they only urged her to thrust her fingers harder and deeper, getting you off like you wanted her to.
âi feel you tightening around my fingers baby, are you that desperate to cum already?â she mocked, her smirk revealing the glittering gems on her teeth. âwell?â she repeated, waiting for an answer, grabbing your chin harshly when she didnât get one.
âyeah bils.â you kissed her again, drinking in her sweet taste as you came all over her fingers, mouth agape as she bit your bottom lip. she loved seeing you like this. as you came down from your high, she pulled out her fingers as you clenched on nothing, wincing just slightly. her fingers came up to your mouth as you opened it, and sucked your cum off her fingers while she stared at you. her eyes were still dark, wanting more than she was letting on. âare you still jealous?â you asked her.
âi wonât be tonight.â she smirked as you got up to look at yourself in the mirror. surprisingly your makeup had held up well, although youâd probably have to redo your hair. what definitely took the cake was your neck. it was covered in dark purple hickeys.
âbillie what the fuck?â you exclaimed, a little angry.
âwhat? i wanted to show them youâre mine.â she chuckled, which only earned her a glare.
âwell you definitely got what you wanted, im not even going to have time to cover them up.â you huffed, but she clung to your waist kissing your neck softly, smiling proudly in the mirror.
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conflicted
Raider! Joel Miller x Female Reader
summary: Your captor gives you a bath. You have some conflicting feelings when he touches you.
warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. RAIDER ERA. DARK!JOEL. DUBCON. also tagging elements of NONCON just to be on the safe side. UNSPECIFIED AGE GAP (reader is in her 20âs and Joel is 50). READER HAS NO PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION. mentions of Joelâs group murdering readerâs group, Joel killed her father, mention of blood, Joel pretty much kidnaps reader and keeps her as his own. pet names (baby, babygirl, honey, pretty girl, little girl), daddy kink, very minimal editing.
PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS.
if this isnât your thing, thatâs fine, just scroll on by.
word count: <1k
a/n: this is a bit less than a blurb. a blurb of a blurb. a blurbette, if you will. i shelled it out in like less than an hour. to me it is part of the captive universe, but can be read as a standalone! please be advised that this is not fleshed out at all, i just felt like writing something that didnât require too much brain power.
He pours one last pail of hot water into the tub.
âHowâs the water?â he asks you.
His voice is so deep. Rich, like molasses.Â
Itâs also laced with a southern accent, youâd noticed.
Aware heâs still waiting for an answer, you shrug.
He tries again. âSânot too hot, is it?â
He had ordered one of the women in the group to start a fire and boil water collected from the stream they had stumbled upon just a mile south of the small cottage.
âSeriously, Joel?â Angela had glared at him. âI am not a fucking maid.â Hands planted on her hips, she foolishly added, âIf Iâm gonna haul and boil water for a bath, itâs gonna be for me, alright? Not for that little fucking brat of yours.â
His switchblade had gone straight to her throat.
âFuckinâ say that again,â Joel hissed, the sharp edge of the blade lightly slicing into her flesh. âCall her that one more time and see what fuckinâ happens.â
She apologized and then got to work, completing the task within a couple of hours.
Finally, you answer his question.
âWaterâs fine,â you mumble. Itâs hot, but not scalding.
âGood.â
Joel kneels beside the tub.
Flinching, you hunch over and pull your legs up against your chest.
It doesnât matter. Heâs already seen you naked.
Heâs the one who had undressed you, after all.
Dipping a washcloth into the water, Joel instructs, âSit up straight, honey.â
Honey.
The pet name makes you feel sick to your stomach.
Youâre not his honey. Youâre his prisoner.
He frowns, the creases between his brows deepening.
âDonât make me repeat myself, pretty girl.â
Obediently, you nod and the water sloshes around you as do what he says.
You saw what he was capable of. Youâre terrified of him.
With a satisfied hum, he begins washing you.
It had been three days since the massacre. Joel gently scrubs away the crimson caked onto your skin and the color of the water turns to rust. You donât know whose blood youâve been wearingâcould it be your fatherâs?
He had been standing in front of you when his life was taken by the very same man that knelt beside you. Had his blood splattered on you? Was it being cleaned off by the same man who had so violently spilled it?
Your stomach lurches at the thought.
He had been trying to protect you during the ambush.
Your father had been trying to fucking protect you.
And Joel Miller had killed him.
He had killed him just to get to you.
Joel runs the washcloth down your arm, his dark gaze dragging over every inch of your body. âSuch a pretty, pretty little girl,â he murmurs. Dropping the washcloth into the water, he gently cups one of your breasts in his large hand. He sweeps his thumb over your nipple and lightly teases the pebbled flesh, his digit circling it until it becomes a stiff peak.
Your eyes flutter closed and you inhale sharply.
Thereâs a strange feeling in your lower belly.
Strange because itâs not entirely unpleasant.
He trails his hand lower, raking over your tummy.
Lower.
Lower.
Lower.
He rests his palm over the mound of your pussy.
Gasping, your thighs clench together.
Youâd like to think itâs to keep him out, to keep him from violating you further, but the burning pressure building in between your hips seems to be saying otherwise.
Horrified, you squeeze your thighs even tighter.
No. Donât let him in.
But what if your resistance led him to force his way in?
You shudder, unable to decide which would be worse.
Joel leans forward over the bathtub, pressing his lips to your temple. âDonât fight it, honey. Sâokay that it feels good,â he mumbles against your skin. âItâs sâpposed to feel good when I touch you, baby.â
No, itâs fucking not!
Bowing your head, quietly begin to sob.
He wraps his arms around you. âDonât cry, babygirl,â he soothes. âDonât cry. Daddyâs gonna take real good care of you. I promise Iâll always take good care of you.â
His vow makes you cry even harder.
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chicken noodle soup.
pairing: mattheo riddle x reader
song inspiration: is it really so strange? by the smiths
author's note: just a soft fluffy comfort fic cause i've been thinking about matty lately and i needed cheering up after the end of kwaf. let's all laugh at the fact that i set a 1k limit on this fic only to fail miserably lmao đ
Mattheo Riddle was not a fan of Mondays.Â
Most of the time, Mattheo spent the first day of the week nursing a hangover and getting higher than a hippogriff at the Astronomy Tower with his friends to achieve equilibrium. The only thing he looked forward to every week was the prospect of riling you up in class. To be fair, it didnât take much to get under your skin. Being himself seemed to do the trick.Â
As he walked through the castle halls, Mattheo smiled to himself as he plotted out all the different ways he could provoke you on this dreadful day. For some sick and twisted reason, he reveled in the fact that only he could manage to rouse such a violent reaction out of you. There was something satisfying about the way your eyes blazed, your rosy cheeks tinged with heat as you told him off.
Maybe he'd flirt with you today. Tell you how good you looked in your short little skirt. Watch as you turned as red as the tie around your neck. His pretty little Gryffindor good girl. In Mattheo's mind, you were his to tease and taunt.
With his usual swagger, Mattheo sauntered into Advanced Transfiguration fully prepared to test out his new tactics on his nemesis, but you were nowhere to be found.Â
At first, he figured that you were just running late. Throughout the duration of your rivalry, Mattheo had never once witnessed you skip class. He wouldâve bet his entire cigarette supply that youâve had perfect attendance since first year. When Professor McGonagall started the lesson and you were still missing in action, Mattheo was understandably concerned.Â
The uneasy feeling in his stomach didnât mean that he was worried about you though. This was purely about mutual benefit. Mattheo couldnât very well have his Transfigurations partner skipping out on lessons. Even though he regularly did so himself. But still, that was different. Everyone knew he was a delinquent. You, on the other hand, were anything but. Until today, youâve probably never missed a class in your life.Â
Mattheo waited. Surprisingly, the two of you had the majority of your classes together. All of which dragged more than usual since you werenât there to yell at him for dicking around. When you still hadn't turned up for Charms or Herbology, he became convinced that something was horribly wrong. Missing one lesson was alarming, but three in a row? That was entirely out of character for you.Â
When Professor Sprout finally dismissed the class, Mattheo sauntered over to Grangerâs desk. As always, she was surrounded by her two dimwit friends who immediately tensed the second he loomed near. Potter and Weasley shot him matching menacing glares, but Mattheo ignored them entirely.Â
âGranger,â he drawled, leaning against the wooden desk. âCare to tell me where my partnerâs been all day?âÂ
The Gryffindor girl appeared a bit perturbed by the question. âWhy do you want to know where Y/N is?âÂ
Mattheo sighed in exasperation and produced the set of notes heâd taken during class. A first for him. He couldnât remember the last time he actually listened to an entire lesson, let alone take notes, but he knew that you would have a million questions for him when you returned. The notes were his way of saving himself from your relentless interrogation.Â
âFigured the little know-it-all would want my notes.âÂ
âY/N is feeling a bit under the weather,â Hermione said cautiously. âI can take the notes to her if youâd like.âÂ
âNo.â Mattheo declared rather suddenly. He cleared his throat and attempted to smooth over the sharp response. âNo, McGonagall tasked me with it. I donât want her docking points from my house when she finds out that you did my dirty work for me.â
Hermione raised a brow. âSure.â The quirk of her mouth told Mattheo that she wasnât convinced by his excuse. âWell, Y/N is resting up in the tower if you fancy a visit.âÂ
After a quick detour to the kitchens, Mattheo made his way over to Gryffindor tower. It was surprisingly easy to gain access to the lionâs den. He simply threatened a third year to let him in and got on with it. They truly needed to upgrade their security measures. One glare was all it took for Creevey to crumble and cave.Â
With a satisfied smirk, Mattheo walked past the gaudy common room. For Salazar's sake, hadn't the Gryffindors ever heard of subtlety? The decor consisted solely of crimson and gold and the furnishings looked like something out of that muggle show his nan loved to watchâAntiques Roadshow. Antique was right. The worn out couch that he passed looked older than him.
Merlin, now he was starting to sound like Malfoy. Mattheo hurried along before he caught the urge to fold origami notes and chuck it at Potter's head. Fortunately for him, the place was devoid of the Chosen One or anyone for that matter.
By now, his fellow classmates were all in the Great Hall eating dinner, which he was thankful for. It was no secret that Mattheoâs presence wouldnât be welcome here and he wasnât really in the mood to fight his way through the Gryffindors just to deliver a note from the kindness of his black heart. Thank Salazar that there wasnât a single soul in the tower to bicker with. Until he reached your dorm, of course.Â
The relationship between the two of you was volatile to say the least. Despite Mattheoâs reputation, you werenât shy about telling him off. When you were first assigned as partners, Mattheo had fully intended to let you do all the work while he skipped class to smoke, but he quickly realized that this would not be the case. You hunted him down at his hideout in the Astronomy Tower and discovered him blissfully sharing some premium grade mirthroot with Theo and Draco. When you found him, you were so angry that you dragged him by the ear all the way to the library, much to the amusement of his friends. Needless to say, Mattheo never missed a study session again.Â
In a way, Mattheo admired you for it. Aside from his friends, everyone in the castle feared him. It was sort of refreshing to have someone call him out on his shit. Especially if that someone was a funny, feisty, ferocious Gryffindor who he enjoyed pestering every chance that he got. Mattheo always did have a penchant for girls with an attitude problem.Â
Even as he knocked on your door, the Slytherin boy couldnât help but chuckle to himself when he heard you grumbling from the other side.Â
âOh, for Godricâs fucking sake, what is it now?âÂ
The door swung open, revealing a very pissed off Y/N. Clad in striped pajamas and fuzzy bunny slippers, you placed a hand on your hip and frowned. Even in the throes of sickness, you still somehow managed to inject venom in your glare. Mattheo grinned like an idiot.Â
âNice slippers, princess.âÂ
You huffed, crossing your arms. âWhat do you want, Riddle?âÂ
âTo make sure my partner doesnât slack.â He waved his set of notes around. âDonât think your sickness excuses you from studying.â
âThis is payback for making you revise with me after you fell off your broom and broke your arm, isnât it?âÂ
Mattheo cringed as he recalled the quidditch accident that sent him to the infirmary for a week. In true Y/N fashion, you were sitting by his bedside with a stack of books in your lap the second he woke up. Madam Pomfrey hadn't even put his arm in a sling yet before you were drilling him on proper spell enunciation and wand movements.
âYou terrorized the infirmary with your mnemonics,â Mattheo said with a dramatic sigh. âItâs my turn now. This is sweet revenge, Y/N.âÂ
You squinted at his barely legible handwriting. âIâm just surprised you took your head out of your arse long enough to take notes.âÂ
âGlad to see that illness hasnât lessened your bite. If anything, those teeth seem a little sharper than usual.â He leaned against the doorframe and smiled down at you. âFeeling a bit feral, princess?âÂ
âWhy donât you come a little closer and find out?â you quipped, baring your teeth at the aggravating boy.Â
The gesture appeared intimidating for a full second until you sniffled and launched into a coughing fit, which made Mattheo frown.Â
âAre you alright?âÂ
âOf course I am. I regularly cough my lungs out on nosy Slytherins whose sole purpose of existence is to make my life a living hell.â
He pressed the back of his hand against your forehead. The way his brow furrowed strangely resembled concern. Mattheo trained his chocolate brown eyes on you, examining the rosiness of your cheeks and the slight pinch of discomfort in your features.
"You're burning up." Mattheo's hand dropped from your forehead to the side of your neck. He pressed his fingers against your pulse point, feeling the erratic beating of your heart underneath his touch. It was strangely intimate. "You have an elevated heart rate."
You flushed and swatted his hand away. "Well, yes. That usually happens when one is ill."
"Come on, you should sit down."
"Don't tell me what to do, Riddle."
Mattheo rolled his eyes before dragging you by the elbow. Your protests fell on deaf ears as he barged his way into your dorm and walked you over to the bed. You watched as he pulled up a chair next to you before rifling through the contents of his backpack. Out of the sordid mess of his belongings, Mattheo produced a small container of soup. With a flick of his wand, he conjured a spoon.Â
âHere, have some of this. It should help.â
As soon as he pried the lid open, the heavenly smell of chicken noodle soup filled your senses. Mattheo scooped up an equal amount of soup and noodle and blew on it to cool it down before tilting it towards you. The sight of him offering you food like you were some helpless toddler was only slightly insulting. You swore to Godric that if Mattheo started making airplane sounds, youâd strangle the bloody twat.
 âI can feed myself, you know.âÂ
âJust eat the damn soup, Y/N.âÂ
You rolled your eyes in return, but obliged nonetheless. Despite the source, you could never resist comfort food.
âChicken noodle soup?âÂ
As soon as you tasted it, you knew that it wasnât just soup. It was your favorite soup. The very same one that Winky made every third Wednesday of the month. You knew because you looked forward to it every time. It was even marked on your calendar. Thatâs how much you liked it.Â
Mattheo nodded absentmindedly. âYeah, I know itâs your favorite so I bribed Winky to make some.âÂ
You furrowed your brows in confusion. âHow do you know itâs my favorite?âÂ
For once in his life, Mattheo looked utterly uncomfortable. He averted his gaze and busied himself by stirring through the carrots and celery. âYou, uh, mentioned it in class once.âÂ
You couldnât help but smile. Maybe it was the fever talking, but you thought that was sweet. âYou remembered that?âÂ
Mattheo looked up, a stray curl kissing the tops of his cheekbones as he met your gaze. The shy smile on his face was alarmingly endearing. Sometimes when you looked at those angelic curls and stupid big, brown eyes, you forgot that you were supposed to loathe him. âOf course. Itâs my favorite too.âÂ
You chuckled, sniffling a little. âItâs like a hug in a cup, right?âÂ
The curly headed boy nodded. âIt totally is.âÂ
After you finished the soup, you expected Mattheo to take his leave. Instead, he inspected the vials of potions laying out on your night stand. He read through every label, frowning a little.Â
âYou should really have some pepperup potion in here.â Mattheo remarked as he arranged the vials one by one. âAre you sure this dose is potent enough? Maybe you should ask them to brew something stronger.âÂ
âPomfrey prescribed them herself. No offense, but I think Iâll take her years of healing experience over your expert opinion.â Mattheo gasped rather dramatically, which made you chuckle. âAs much as I appreciate the notes and the soup, I don't think it's wise for you to stick around. Iâm feeling a bit better, but I might still be contagious.âÂ
Mattheo shrugged. âItâs alright, Iâm not scared of a little cold. Besides, I still have to go over the Transfiguration assignment with you.âÂ
âArenât you worried that Iâll get you sick?âÂ
âNot really,â he said, waving off your concern. âI know youâre going to pester me about everything you missed in class, so I figured Iâd kill two birds with one stone.âÂ
To your surprise, Mattheoâs notes were extremely detailed. It was a bit hard to read given his boyish scrawl, but with a little help in translation, you were making great progress in becoming fluent in Riddle. The more Mattheo explained the concepts and ideas that were discussed in each class, the more baffled you were. You've always known that he was smarter than he let on, but this was borderline impressive.
âHow do you know all of that?âÂ
âI asked.â
âYou asked?â Mattheo stared blankly at your surprised expression. âYou never ask questions in class.âÂ
âI never had to since you're always there interrogating the professor like the little know-it-all that you are. Thanks to your absence, I had to fill your role in class today.â
You grinned. It grew wider and wider, spreading until your cheeks hurt. Mattheo glared at your joyous expression. âWhat? Whatâs that shit eating little grin for?âÂ
âYou missed me.â
Color flooded Mattheoâs cheeks. You were surprised to find how well crimson suited him. It was almost the exact shade of your house colors. âDonât be ridiculousââ
âRiddle, you asked questions in class. You took notes for me. You brought me chicken noodle soup." Mattheo flushed as you pointed out the obvious. "You totally missed me.âÂ
âIf you tell anyone, Iâll hex you.âÂ
âAdmit it, Mattheo. Your day was utterly dull without me.âÂ
Mattheo rolled his eyes, sighing in defeat. âFine, youâve got me. I was bored out of my mind without you around. How else am I supposed to pass the time if youâre not there for me to argue with?âÂ
âThereâs plenty of other people in the castle that you could bicker with.â
âYeah, but theyâre not you.âÂ
He seemed a little shocked by his own statement, but he didn't try to retract it. In fact, Mattheo almost seemed resigned to it.
âCareful, Riddle. It almost sounds like you have a crush on me.âÂ
âIâd have to be a bloody idiot to fall for a girl who absolutely despises me.âÂ
âThat wasnât a denial, you know.âÂ
He pinched the bridge of his nose like the very idea of it vexed him, but you caught the little smile he hid beneath his fingers. Mattheo snatched the notes from your hands. âFocus on the lesson, will you?â He grimaced as soon as the words left his mouth. âI canât believe Iâve just said that. Look at what youâre doing to me, Y/N.âÂ
âYouâll live, Riddle.â You poked a section of his notes that you hadnât quite deciphered. âNow what in the bloody hell is the Gobstopper Ruffian?âÂ
âThe Goblin Rebellion. Merlin, my handwriting isn't that bad.âÂ
âAre you kidding? A kindergartner writes more legibly than this.âÂ
The hours passed while you bickered and bantered. You hated to admit it, but you missed arguing with him too. Laying in bed all day had you positively bored, but yet time passed within the blink of an eye as you went back and forth with Mattheo. Somewhere between discussing the possibility of Longbottom running an underground exotic plant ring and arguing over the best Smiths song, the sun had set over the horizon. Mattheo rubbed his eyes and yawned.Â
âYou look knackered, Riddle,â you teased, patting the spot beside you. âDo you want to lie down for a bit?â
Chocolate brown eyes widened at you. âLie down? With you? On your bed?âÂ
âYes, thatâs typically how people do it.â You smirked as he shot you an apprehensive look. âUnless youâre too scared.ââ
Never one to back down from a challenge, Mattheo lifted the covers and gestured for you to make room. âScoot over, then.âÂ
The jest seemed to have backfired on you because now Mattheo was crawling into bed and making himself completely at home. All the apprehension from earlier melted as he pulled you against him, his chest pressed against your back as he nuzzled into the crook of your shoulder. You stifled a giggle as Mattheo released a satisfied little sigh.Â
Mattheo wrapped his arms around you until you were covered in the scent of amber, cinnamon, and leather. You never expected to unearth the fact that Mattheo Riddle was a great cuddler, but yet here you were, reaping the benefits of this newfound revelation. He slipped his fingers through yours and nuzzled closer.Â
"Who would've known that Mattheo Riddle was such a great cuddler?"
"If you tell anyoneâ"
"You'll hex me. Put a curse on my family. Set my possessions on fire. Yes, I know, Riddle. You keep threatening me, but you never follow through. I'm starting to think that you're losing your touch."
Mattheo squeezed your hip before twining your legs together. "I wouldn't test me, Y/N. You're in a very vulnerable position right now."
You chuckled as he scooted even closer. "Maybe, but you won't do anything."
"Why's that, princess?"
"You like me too much," you retorted, chuckling as Mattheo buried his face in your hair. "One day without me and you're already a needy mess."
"You infuriate me," Mattheo whispered against your ear. "But you're also the best part of my day. I couldn't imagine fighting with anyone else but you, my dear nemesis."
"I totally loathe you, Mattheo Riddle."
He chuckled as you snuggled into him. "I loathe you too, Y/N Y/L/N."
The irony of the statement contrasted with how tangled up you were wasn't lost on you. For two people who supposedly hated each other, cuddling with your enemy had never felt so right. The steady beat of Mattheo's heart lulled you towards sleep. You were slowly succumbing to its hypnotic lullaby until Mattheo's voice broke through the silence.
âY/N?â He murmured against your hair.
You shifted, your eyes feeling heavy as his warmth enveloped you. âHmm?âÂ
Mattheoâs voice was low and gravelly, flowing like honey in your ears. âThis is nice.âÂ
You smiled against the pillow, staring at your intertwined fingers. âBetter than chicken noodle soup?âÂ
You felt him grin against your skin before he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on your temple. âWay better than soup.âÂ
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Invisibility.
Logan Howlett x fem reader
After going around checking on everyone, you overhear Logan in his room and you canât resist watching despite feeling like a perv.
Requested by @hereforthehitsbaby I hope you enjoy!!!!!!
Warnings! Male Masturbation, unprotected sex, rough? Sex, claws come out briefly, misuse of mutation, stomach bulge!
It was an accident. Truly it was! Charles Xavier asked you to take a shift checking on everyone during the night. He knew you were a chronic insomniac. Your mutation also aided in the responsibility. Turning invisible.
The grunts you heard outside of Logan, one of the begrudging mutants who had a friendship with Charles, made you concerned he was hurt.
But it couldnât be further from the truth.
When you listened closer, you heard more sounds but they were moans. Chasing pleasure that Logan couldnât seem to satisfy.
You had a massive crush on the grumpy old man. His heart of gold won you over but his muscles also didnât hurt. This was completely perverse but you silently opened the door.
While invisible, you pressed yourself in the corner and tried not to melt.
Logan was naked, light sweat coating his warm skin and his hair was messy. Large fist cupped around his dick, red tip throbbing with precum smearing down his shaft. It was better than the best porn youâd ever seen. His eyes were drifted shut and you pressed your thighs tightly together.
The blankets were torn, as if he clawed them. Loganâs nostrils expanded and his jaw moved in your direction. You tried to remain completely still and calm but your heartbeat thudded wildly.
He inhaled deeper and you knew in that moment, Logan was aware you were there. You prepared for anything, ready to sprint out but instead Logan started thrusting into his fist harder.
And moaning your name.
His balls thudded against the mattress and your entire body was on fire as Logan kept eye contact despite not being able to see you. Tugging and smearing cum all over his cock with a heavy hand. His neck strained as he sat up higher, opening his legs wider.
Your pussy fucking ached from how hot he looked. Knowing you were watching and continuing to jerk himself off. You wanted more than anything to go over and help him out but you also selfishly wanted to keep watching.
The selfishness faded quickly as Logan started moving faster. You couldnât take it. You moved over, no longer being invisible and Logan reached forward. Gripping your pants, he tore them off, exposing your thighs and sopping underwear.
He hastily shoved your panties to the side, in a frenzy he clutched your hips, squeezing so hard it would bruise and you settled on his dick.
You let out a whimper at his girth, filling you to the brim as you started bouncing. Slickness giving you more give as you rode him. Logan cupped the back of your head, fingers pulling your hair as your mouth fell open.
âDirty little girl, keep bouncing like that. fuck, youâre squeezing me so good.â Logan moaned and you shrieked as he drove his cock harder in you. Your hands steadied yourself on his chest and he smacked your ass.
âAtta girl. Fuck yourself on my dick, bub. Thatâs it, yeah. There you go, you can take it.â Logan felt your lower stomach, âfeel me in your guts? thatâs what happens to pervert girls who want my attention.â
He flipped you on your back, not giving you time to situate yourself as he thrusted into you, panties still moved to the side. Logan brought your legs over his shoulders, your ass off the bed as he rocked his hips. Balls slapping.
You were crying at how good it felt, nearly seeing white as he fucked you full. Your hands were clawing at the sheets and you gasped when Loganâs claws peeked out.
He growled as you tightened around him.
âYou like that, princess? You like seeing them?â Your movements were sloppy and Logan centered you. âWhere you going? Give me that fuckin pussy,â
You wailed as you came, trembling as panting and Logan wasnât far off. He shifted your legs so he was gripping your knees. Driving his dick at a brutal pace.
Then it spilled into you, dripping out of your hole and you sobbed as Logan pinned your wrists down, sheathing back his claws. He shook and hovered above you as you both caught your breath.
âDidnât take you as a stalker, bub,â His dog tag brushed your neck.
You swallowed and looked up at him. Logan chuckled and looked down at your connected bodies.
âLooks like you need more, donât you? Need me to make you cum again, princess?â
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