#sorry I shot this on my phone

[ria-coolgirl]

Dr. Cameron Nucci 🩺

[rafeandonlyrafe]

sparkling juice

words: 1.9k

warnings: 18+ only!!!, p in v sex, unprotected sex, virgin!reader, dubcon, drugging/tricking reader into drinking, established relationship, innocent/shy!reader (at least at first wink wink), kinda dark!rafe but really he just wants to bang reader reaaaaal bad

“this is so sweet, rafey.” you coo, your hand held firmly in his.

“anything for you baby.” rafe pulls you along the path, further out into the meadow until you get to a shaded area under a tall tree.

“here is perfect.” rafe says, setting the picnic basket down and draping the large blanket he brought with him.

“thank you.” you tell rafe, pulling him in for a sweet kiss before sitting down.

“i brought all your favorites.” rafe says, taking a spot next to you and opening up the picnic basket.

you let out a little squeak in excitement and seeing all your favorite foods before your brows scrunch together as you point at a bottle. “what's that?”

“that's um… sparkling juice. that's all, baby.” of course, rafe knows that's not all it is, but you don't need to know that yet.

rafe pulls out some food for you to snack on, not hungry himself, happy to watch you nibble on crackers and bite into juicy strawberries.

“wanna try some juice with me baby?”

“mhm, of course rafey.” you watch his large hands as he fills two plastic cups, handing one to you. “drink slow.”

you nod in response before taking a sip, pulling away and sputtering. “ew!”

“oh, baby.” rafe pouts. “do you not like it? im so sorry i thought you would.”

“let me… let me try to drink it again. i think im just not used to the carbonation.” you take another sip, able to control your reaction better. “it's not bad!” rafe can tell you're lying, but he lets out a fake sigh of relief and smiles at you.

“so glad, baby. we can keep drinking while we talk, yeah? tell me about your day.”

rafe knows the easiest way to get you distracted is to have you talk, and so as you describe your day, which leads into your plans for next week, which leads into how much you love rafe, you keep taking sips as rafe refills just your cup.

“i… my head feels kinda fuzzy.” you frown, setting the drink down, realizing your fingers are also slightly numb.

“uh oh.” rafe pouts, drawing his thumb over your cheek. “maybe it's the heat. why don't you lay down?”

“yeah.” you nod, laying back onto the blanket, surprised how plush it is from the soft long grass underneath it. “im-” you let out a sudden giggle. “im like really in love with you, rafey.”

“im really in love with you too, kiddo.” rafe adjusts himself to lay next to you, propped up on his side to keep an eye on your reaction as the alcohol you didn't know you were drinking slowly takes effect. “that's why i planned out this whole picnic for you. and brought you special juice.”

“was there-” you hiccup, words slurring slightly. “anything special in the special juice?”

“hm.” rafe sits up, picking up the now half empty bottle. his eyes widen in fake shock as he reads the label. “oh no baby! i must have grabbed the wrong bottle! i meant to get us sparkling juice but i got us sparkling wine!”

“im… im drunk?” you put together what rafes words mean, mind working slowly.

“im so sorry.” rafe moves to hover over you, cupping your cheek. “will you forgive me?”

“course.” you nod quickly. “was an accident.”

“you're so sweet baby.” rafe brings his lips down on top of yours, kissing you wildly, mouths and tongues a passionate mess.

“should we go get some water to help… get rid of this feeling?” you ask rafe as he shifts to kissing your jaw.

“that's so smart, baby, but i can't drive us home drunk, and you don't have your license.” 

you knew how to drive well enough, but in your 20 years of life, never felt the need to actually get your license. your parents drove you around as a kid until you started dating rafe a year ago, and then he drove you around everywhere.

“oh, right.” you nod, letting out a small gasp as rafes kisses move lower, exploring your neck. this is where you usually stop him, pull his head back up to kiss your lips and remind him you want to wait. not necessarily until marriage, but a bit longer, until the time is right.

“we should do something to pass the time, baby. until the alcohol is out of our system.”

“doesn't eating help?” you try to remember what you heard your friends talk about, since you're not a drinker yourself. “we could share the rest of the crackers.”

“i was thinking… we could finally make love.” rafe suggests, pulling back to look in your eyes, watching the way your brain is fighting against the alcohol in your system.

“well, you did take me on this nice picnic…”

“mhm.”

“and we have been dating for over a year now.”

“yes.”

“so… i suppose we could.” you shove down any doubting voices in your head, letting the looseness of your inhibitions guide your actions as you lean forward to kiss rafe again.

“thank you baby.” rafe repeats his words between kisses, his weight shifting to his elbow as his other hand holds your waist, before moving up until it's cupping your breast.

“oh!” you gasp, surprised by how good it feels. rafe smiles, tugging at your dress until the material is below your bra, pushing your breasts up.

“what if someone sees?!” you hiss out. it's not likely someone would come by, but rafe doesn't want to ruin his chance to finally have you.

“okay.” he pulls your dress back up, settling for touching you over the material as he distracts you with soft kisses once again. “ill just push your dress up. that way if anyone comes by you can easily cover yourself up.”

“mhm.” you nod, eyes sliding shut, head fuzzy from the alcohol and now from the pleasure building in your system.

rafe reaches down to pull his cock out of his pants, leaving himself mostly covered as well. he begins to slowly stroke himself, already halfway hard just from the excitement.

“oh!” rafe hadn't even realize your eyes had opened up until your outburst.

“it's okay, baby.” rafe says. he's well aware this is your first time seeing his cock as he waits for you to form a reaction.

“i… i want to feel.” you reach down, cautious hand, still numb at the fingertips as you stroke over rafes length, eyes widening when you realize how hard it truly feels..

“can you… can you not look?” you ask shyly, hand still slowly moving as you speak. “at me.”

“baby, you know i find you beautiful. all of you… but if that's what you want, okay.” 

“just… look away for a minute.” you wait for rafes gaze to turn to the meadow, watching the flowers sway in the breeze as he hears you shuffling around on the blanket to take your underwear off.

“okay.” you say.

rafe looks back to you, smile growing as he realizes you're laid back down once again, dress pushed up to your thighs, just enough to hide your privates.

“ill be nice and slow, okay? and you tell me if anything hurts.” rafe moves over you, waiting for you to nod before reaching down with one hand to grab his cock. he keeps your skirt as far down as he can while tucking his dick between your thighs. he moves until he bumps skin, letting out a breath when he realizes you are wet.

he rubs his cock through your folds, watching the way your face twists in pleasure, brows pulling together and mouth dropping open.

you let out a moan when rafe hits what he assumes is your clit. he focuses the head of his cock on it for a moment before sinking lower to your entrance.

rafe manages to keep his word, pushing in slowly. he may have been buttering you up for an entire year just to get in your pants, but now he wants more than just once, you're well and truly his, and he plans on exploring with you until you're transformed from innocent girlfriend into personal slut.

“oh! oh, rafe!” your hands move to grip his shoulders. “that… that feels really good!”

“doesn't hurt at all?” rafe can tell he's stretching you somewhat, but clearly by your rapid shaking of your head no, you're not feeling any pain.

“gonna f-make love to you now then.” he swings his hips back before pushing forward, and soon your moans are filling the meadow, being carried away by the wind as he thrusts into you.

“so, so good, rafey.” you cry out, back arching off the picnic blanket. rafe smiles. your first time, and you're already behaving like this. he's going to turn you into a whore sooner than he thought.

“fu-fudge!” you shout out, making rafe chuckle softly as you use your curse word substitute just like you prefer doing.

“you feel so good round me, baby.” rafe says, bending down to kiss your neck. “love the way you're squeezing me.”

“harder.” you whine out. rafes eyebrows raise, but he doesn't question your demand, pushing his hips faster, slamming into you more. your dress pushed up from all the motion to reveal rafes cock burying itself inside your pussy.

he lets out a moan as you grip onto the blanket, not caring about him being able to see you as you feel a high building inside of you.

“i think im close.” you say.

“cum for me baby. ill cum with you.” rafe says, bringing a hand down to your clit, your moans doubling as he rubs over it with his thumb.

your high hits you suddenly. it takes a perfect thrust from rafe a long with his thumb flicking over your clit and your wall breaks with a scream, hips rising off the checkered fabric as you cum, pussy clenching around rafe as he spills inside of you with a moan of his own.

you both collapse in a heap, faces flushed and chests rising and falling rapidly.

rafe pulls out of you carefully before flopping onto his back.

“that was really good, rafey.” you cuddle into his side, resting your head on his chest.

“thank you for trusting me enough to do that with me, baby.” he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“of course.” your eyes are on rafes cock, still halfway hard despite just cumming. you reach down, ghosting your fingers along his length before swirling your fingertip over the head then against his slit as rafes hips twitch from the overstimulation.

“do you think we can do that again? and then maybe when we get home? after you're good to drive, of course.” you look up at rafe with what he thought were big, innocent eyes, but he's quickly realizing you've got a different side just below the surface.

-- six months later --

“ugh, rafe!” you groan as he presses buttons on the controller, eyes firmly on the screen. 

“promise baby, will be done in five minutes.” he says, barely glancing to you.

you're tired of being ignored as you pull off the only clothing you are wearing, a big t-shirt of rafes to cover yourself. rafe glances over, realizing you're now completely nude as his fingers freeze.

“i want to fuck. if you're not gonna help me, im gonna go help myself.” you shrug.

rafe tosses the controller onto the floor, a proud smile on his face. you've become just who he's always wanted you to be. “of course im gonna help you baby, come get on this dick.”

[scarlettcryptid]

OH MY GOD?

[ultravioletbrit]

“dark” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 298 words

James is late, and dance floor is already filled with people. He scans the crowd until he finally sees those dark curls he knows and loves.

He pushes through the mass of people but as he gets closer to Regulus he notices he’s not alone. Barty and Evan are dancing beside Regulus but there’s also some guy attempting to talk to him and Regulus does not look happy.

James moves past everyone dancing around him as quickly as he can, not caring about the snide comments when he shoves people out of his way.

James is glaring murderously at the guy but softens slightly when he turns to look at Regulus.

“Hey, love” James says, hoping he sounds calmer than he feels.

“Hi.” Regulus sighs with a mix of relief and annoyance.

“Hey, mate. We were having a conversation here.” The guy puts his hand on James’ shoulder and James’ fury returns instantly. He forcibly slaps the guy’s hand away and snaps his head around to scowl at him.

“And now you’re not.” James seethes then turns back to Regulus completely disregarding the guy.

James slides his hand to the back of Regulus’ neck as Regulus wraps his arms around James’ waist.

“You’re late.” Regulus says, but there’s a hint of a smile.

“I’m sorry.” James tells him sheepishly.

Regulus narrows his eyes but then flicks them to the side to the guy that’s still standing there like a creep. Regulus smirks and raises a suggestive eyebrow before pushing up on his toes to kiss James.

Regulus immediately deepens the kiss and James’ hand slides into those beautiful, dark curls to pull Regulus even closer. And they both forget about the creepy guy.

They break the kiss, breathlessly staring at each other. “I guess you’re forgiven.” Regulus rolls his eyes fondly and leans in for another kiss.

[r2d2lover]

The Truth Slips

Paring: Fred Weasley X Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Shameless smut without plot. Loss of virginity. Prevalence of a drinking game.

Summary: request: “i wanted to request a fred oneshot where reader is shy/bashful and a virgin and fred's his usually cocky self but sorta fuckboy-eee and yanoo they do the dirty… my guilty pleasure”

My guilty pleasure as well. Fuckboy Fred is my creme de la creme. uncanon fun silly Fred one shot.

Part 2

You nervously watch the bottle in the middle spin around. And around. And around. Until it jolted with a stop on you.

Your glance hesitates as it trails up to meet the bottle’s spinner, who’s green eyes light up with glee.

“This is gonna be so good,” Fred Weasley exclaimed with a wicked smile. He leaned back on his elbows, waiting for your next move. Gulping nervously, you reach towards him wondering how a post-Quidditch party turned into a scene from your nightmares.

Everyone who decided to partake in the game whoops and hollers as you finally reach in the middle of the circle and claim your shot glass of the clear liquid. George had suggested that the house play “Veritaserum Roulette” with a stolen bottle of the potion. While preparing N.E.W.T-level potions was a grueling task, the fun came in seeing who was able to snag a bottle from the professor’s watchful eye to share amongst the house. You decided not to inspect your shot glass and threw the liquid back down your throat, then set the shot glass upside down on the ground like you saw in the Muggle movies. You immediately felt your face get hot but you knew it wouldn’t be because you ingested any serum, rather it was the pressure of having all the 7th year Gryffindor staring you down with intense concentration.

“S-someone has to ask a question,” You stuttered, picking the shot glass back up to fidget with it. Initially when the game was introduced, it was simply truth or dare. You could’ve easily backed out if that. Now, you couldn’t stop anything that was to come out of your mouth if you chose the glass with Veritaserum. You hoped that the two questions chosen for you would spare you any embarrassment.

“Do you fancy anyone at this moment?” Angelina leaned forward, taking her hands off of Fred. She was laying herself across Fred all night, non-discreetly showing off the fact that she was his latest… “conquest” as you overheard one of his friends call the girls that swooned over the redhead. Fred shot to popularity after bringing the Gryffindor Quidditch to back to back championships and it only inflated his ego more so than it already was. Despite his poor reputation, you couldn’t deny that the girls dreaming about Fred were warranted in their pursuit. Fred and George didn’t become the star Beaters without a rigorous workout regiment that hardened their muscles and broadened their shoulders. Their rugged appearances paired with their reliable and goofy personalities made them unstoppable.

Fred also happened to be your first friend at Hogwarts, finding you crying after a particularly embarrassing flying class during your first year. He sat with you and assured you that it wasn’t a show of your skills but the result of faulty school broomsticks. From that day, Fred guided you on flying while you tutored him in Potions.

All this time later, you didn’t need flying lessons anymore, but Fred still needed Potions help. You would never admit it, but your favorite part of the week was sitting in the library with Fred absolutely engrossed in homework. You would steal glances as he nipped the end of his quill in deep thought or when he would push his falling hair out of his face. Fred’s worst trait was his lack of spatial awareness and he’d always lean in too close while you explained the more difficult concepts to him. He was always chewing a sharp minty gum and smelled of a piney cologne that reminded you of Christmas. It distracted you often and made you turn beet red when he noticed the change in your diction. This would only make Fred lean in closer, inquiring about your odd behavior. All this time, you fought off any feelings you could have developed because you were realistic. You weren’t the Quidditch player, social butterfly types that Fred dated. Angelina was a prime example. Speaking of her, your desperate attempt to avoid answering her question was null and void when you felt as if you were being puppeted to speak.

“I do,” You squeaked out. Your hands flung to your mouth, but the attempt was feeble. Everyone quickly muttered amongst themselves to figure out the next question to ask you. At this moment, you felt like a criminal on trial. The easy next question was “who?” but the chatter alluded to a deeper question. It surely appalled everyone that you had a crush. You largely avoided the dating scene despite the relentless attempts from Oliver Wood. You thought Oliver was sweet and went on a singular date with him last year, but he was only focused on Quidditch. Much like Fred.

“Who is it? Is it Oliver? If it isn’t, who?” A younger Gryffindor blurred out in excitement and you felt the same puppet feeling in your gut and as you began to answer, Fred reached over and clamped his hand on your mouth. Your face was burning so hot at this moment you were sure you were sweating.

“Hey! We can only ask one more questions. We gotta make them good. Don’t answer those,” Fred instructed, removing his hand from your face. He brushed a piece of hair that fell out of place back behind your ear, making your stomach flip. This was such a ridiculous feeling. “Did you ever bed Oliver?”

“No? N..no!” You raised your eyebrows at Fred, appalled he would ask such a question. Once you opened your mouth, more words flowed out like a broken faucet. “I’ve never bedded anyone. Oliver was always on the Quidditch Pitch and it isn’t exactly the sexiest place in the castle.”

Your statement made the room laugh, which only increased your self consciousness. You shrugged and admitted you weren’t embarrassed at the fact for never having done anything with Oliver or any man. You were already covering your face with both hands, definitely sweating at this point. The group decided to refill on butterbeer, leaving you to seal your mouth shut with a cup of water. Fred stayed next to you, his green eyes filling with a mischievous glint.

“Has the Veritaserum worn off?” Fred asked, tilting his head up to look at you. He kept unwavering eye contact that made your mind go blank.

“Not yet,” You answered, still under the influence of the potion. Hopefully Fred wouldn’t press any further or that it would wear off before then.

“Ah… So, while I have you here, you really never slept with Oliver?” Fred leaned in closer, a smirk forming across your face. You shook your head and reaffirmed what he already knew. “Why not? And don’t give me the Quidditch answer.”

“I was waiting for the right person,” You said lamely, unable to fight the potion’s effect. Fred lifted an eyebrow.

“You’ve never fantasized?” Fred blocked you from grabbing a cup of water that would render you voiceless.

“Not about Oliver. Wh-why are you asking?” You fought your thoughts hard to answer Fred’s question as vaguely as possible.

“Hey, I thought I was asking the questions here. I just wanted to know what makes the timid girl that tutors me in Potions tick,” Fred moved so close to you that you could clearly smell his cologne. Luckily, his statement wasn’t laced with a question and the potion took no effect, allowing you to shake your head shyly.

“So you said not Oliver, so who do you think about?” Fred figured out how to narrow his question and before you could stop, your mouth betrayed you.

“Us,” You said, feeling like you broke the dam. Fred’s eyes grew wide, but his body language didn’t change. You were waiting for him to recoil out of instinct or turn red. But he continued to look at you coolly, turning a cup of butterbeer in his hands. Your heart jumped to your stomach and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Your flight instinct kicked in, but before you could flee from the conversation, Fred grabbed your arm and forced you back down.

“What do you think about us?” Fred’s eyes darkened with an excitement you’ve never seen before. Arousal. You could only take a big gulp before your dirty fantasies about the boy you tutored that you kept locked away spilled out of your mouth for the world to hear.

“I think about you sliding a hand up my skirt in the library. Telling me to be quiet. I want to kiss you until I can’t feel my lips. I want to see you without a shirt on. I think about you pulling my hair back to look at you while you f-“ Your mortification overtook your entire body and you collapsed before you could finish your sentence with a yelp. Fred took a hold of you before you could hit the wall, making sure to take a long look at you. His face still had the cocky smile that you’d grown to love. His strong arm that was wrapped supportively around your waist and got tighter as he tried to figure out his next question. Your squirming didn’t help and you had no choice but to be stuck in his investigation.

“Are you thinking about it right now?” Fred’s eyes flitted from your eyes to your lips and if your heart wasn’t beating out of your chest, you would’ve had half the mind to kiss him.

“Yes,” You practically slurred, unable to calm down from the situation unfolding before you. Fred ran a comforting hand up and down your back, soothing your nerves only slightly.

“Do you want to go up to my room to show me some of these fantasies?” Fred said blatantly. Of course you did and of course you let him know.

“Yes but,” You took a large inhale trying to ease your racing heart. “But what about Angelina?”

“I don’t want her. I want you,” Fred said definitively, sending a chill down your back. “Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want to pressure you into anything just because you don’t have control of your thoughts right now.”

“I want you, Fred,” You said with a confidence that surprised even you. The words were genuine, the feeling of being puppeted by your mouth was gone. As you focused on Fred’s words and realized what he was proposing, you felt a simmering heat between your thighs and that you had been rubbing your thighs together to cause a reliving friction between them. But the clarity brought another realization. “You… you don’t even like me. I’m. I’m not going to be one of your conquests or whatever.”

“Gods, really are clueless are you?” Fred laughed at your out-of-character quip. He used his free hand to tilt your chin up to meet his eyes. “Did you really think I was spending all this time in the library thinking about Potions? Why the hell would I take N.E.W.T-level Potions if I was bad at it? I just had to pretend enough for you to keep studying with me.”

Fred’s confession stunned you silent. Without second thought, you wrapped your arms around Fred’s neck and leaned forward to meet his lips with yours. He gave an amused noise, kissing you back gladly. The kiss was unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. You were fulfilling a need you didn’t know you had, pressing deeper and deeper into the redhead’s mouth. Fred skillfully nipped at your bottom lip, slipping his tongue into your mouth when you moaned at the unfamiliar feeling. You were a little intimidated by his knowledge and your lack thereof, but the hand he was rubbing on your waist made you forget about anything besides him. He started to move a hand towards your chest and smirked wildly when you whimpered because he pulled away.

“My room. Now,” Fred said breathlessly, practically dragging you up the stairs. He hastily cast a locking and silencing charm before pushing you on the bed. Fred hovered over you, obviously delighted by your misshapen appearance. He had you pinned to the bed with one leg between your thigh and his arms at either side of your head.

The burning in your stomach only grew and Fred continued to kiss you, tasting every bit of you. He snaked a hand up your shirt, palming you through the fabric of your bra. When you least suspected it, he pulled the fabric down, pinching your firmed nipple in between his forefinger and thumb. The sensation made you moan loudly into his kisses and buck your hips up on his thigh.

“That’s a good girl,” Fred purred, continuing to flex his fingers around your breast. “Stop me if you want at any moment.”

“Take off your clothes,” Your voice was so whiny with need that you hardly recognized it. Fred only chuckled and moved his hand away from your chest to start removing your clothes instead of his. You batted his hand away and ran your fingers down his broad chest. You slowly undid his buttons, shaking from nervousness and exhilaration. Every button revealed more of his tanned muscular body that made your mouth watered. Fred continued supporting himself over you, enjoying your desperation.

When you finally managed to shed his shirt, you could barely focus. Your eyes trailed down his chest to the trail of hair on his stomach that pointed directly to the tension in his pants.

“I… I don’t know what to do,” You admitted to Fred, tangling your hands in his hair nervously.

“It’s okay. I think it’s time for me to teach you something to thank you for the last few years,” Fred said cockily, amazing you at how he stayed the same while you were falling apart under his touch. He quickly removed your clothes, tossing them somewhere in the middle of the room.

You felt vulnerable laying there in only your underwear, but Fred dragged his Quidditch-calloused hands down your body as he planted reassuring kisses on your mouth. His mouth followed his hand down until his lips were biting at the sensitive skin of your neck and his hand was rubbing circles on the soft skin of your inner thigh. You moved your hips down to meet his hand pleadingly and he took pity on you.

Fred moved his hands up to feel your arousal, circling his finger just around the bundle of nerves that begged to be touched. He knew exactly what he was doing and held your hips down with his free hand when you let out a whining groan. After teasing you, Fred slipped your underwear to the side, dragging his middle finger up your slick.

“Just how long have you been fantasizing about me?” Fred joked, breathing in as you moaned. He was barely making any movements and he had you reacting like this. Fred dragged his finger back and forth a few times before slowly pressing his middle finger into you, making sure to look up at you in order to spot any discomfort. You squirmed a little at the feeling, but once Fred started curling his finger, your body relaxed around the pleasure.

“More,” Your head sunk into Fred’s bed as your body grew accustomed to the feeling. Fred audibly smirked as he slipped his ring finger in as well, kissing you deeply. You realized his pants were still on and his fingers were speeding up from impatience. You reached down tenderly, running your fingers gently over the tent in his pants. He let out an airy breath before breaking the kiss to look at you.

“Feel it,” Fred encouraged you. His working fingers paused as he directed your hand with his free hand to his pants. Fred placed his hands on top of yours, simulating a squeeze. You copied his movement, earning a low groan from him. “Fuck… I need you right now.”

You shed your undergarments as Fred fumbled with his belt, too overtaken with lust to focus on unclipping the buckle. He finally released the leather binding and dropped his pants quickly, letting his cock fall as well. You watched with big eyes and Fred took your hand again to wrap it around his base.

“Just like that,” Fred praised as you moved your hand up and down. The friction was uncomfortable for you, so you pulled your hand back to lick a stripe up your palm and return it to his cock. The action made Fred roll his eyes back into his head and let his head drop as you continued to pump your hand up and down. “You’re so good, baby.”

Fred’s praise only made you want him more and the wanting in between your thighs got to be unbearable. As Fred was closing his eyes in bliss, you sneakily reached a hand down towards your folds to mimic his earlier actions in an attempt to ease the pressure. Fred felt you moving and quickly opened his eyes, catching you in the act. He tsked and removed your hand, pinning it by your head.

“Impatient are we, love?” Fred chuckled, sending vibrations through your stomach.

“Please,” You begged. “I want to feel you.”

Fred was impatient as you were and shifted his weight back to line himself up with your entrance. You were filled with such an excitement and nervousness that you subdued by reaching up for a kiss. Fred dragged the head of his cock against your slick folds, almost as if he was waiting for permissions.

“Fred. Fuck me,” You drawled, dizzy from anticipation. Fred let out a string of curses, then entered with a slow thrust. You let out a cry at the satisfying pain of feeling your walls stretch around Fred. He checked in again with you to make sure you were comfortable and you gave him a kiss on the cheek for assurance.

“You feel so amazing,” You slurred, eyes shutting from the pleasure. Fred slowly rolled his hips against yours, intertwining his hands with yours. He still had your hand pinned against your head and he was starting to lean forward, delivering soft grunts to your ear.

“You’re so… tight,” Fred mused aloud. You bucked your hips up to meet the friction the penetration was creating and Fred took that as a sign to go faster. He picked up his rhythm that made you sing a chorus of moans that melted into his name. Fred let curses fall out of his mouth and he picked up the speed of his thrusts, fully fucking you into the bed. Your cries only encouraged him.

Fred planted his lips on yours, creating a messy and heavy kiss that dripped with want. You tangled your hands in his hair, tugging whenever he would move to a certain spot that made your vision blur. A knotted feeling built up in your stomach like you never felt before.

“Fred… I- I’m-'' Fred understood what you were trying to get at and dropped a hand to your clit, rubbing soft circles that only tightened your stomach. With a cry, you broke from his interlocked hand and wrapped your arms around him as you nipped at his shoulder from the immense wave that washed over you. Fred laughed with such confidence it brought you back to life as he slowed down his thrusts.

“I’m almost there. Do you want me to keep going?” Fred panted, brushing a hair out of your face and kissing you on the forehead.

“Yes, please,” You relaxed back, feeling absolutely crazed. Fred dropped his head again and you reached up to trail kisses down his neck. “You fuck me so well, Fred.”

Your praise sent Fred over the edge and he unsheathed himself with a groan, spilling himself on your stomach. Fred collapsed beside you with a heave, then moved quickly to help clean you off. He climbed back into bed with you, pulling you close with a kiss.

“Telling the truth pays off, huh?”

“That, or Potions class.”

[cicadacelebration]

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[qwl-in-a-cage]

I'm 😔 I'm 😔 I'm 😔

Black sleeveless turtleneck shirt blitz save me save me

[qilingxiong]

some random aro and ace icons for our aroace(-spec) icon li lianhua, use if you like (with credit)

[crabussy]

[badolmen]

I can fix him*

*bad writing, underutilized gameplay mechanics, characters with unfulfilled potential, funded by bootlickers

[cerubean]

played cyberpunk for the very first time yesterday! and i may or may not hv played 14 hrs straight in one sitting

[glimmerroo]

i got to see the aurora borealis tonight! been on my bucket list for years and i finally get to cross it off yay. 'twas gorgeous!

[not-souleaterpost]

People allways (never) ask me what's the difference between Anime and Manga Crona?

And intstead of writting a bloated essay, I will just do a meme from 2017 instead (easier to communicate with the kids thes days, am I right!):

[ghost-proofbaby]

i think you writing about eddie being so playful abt reader being obsessed with astarion MIGHT put me out. it sounds so adorable. i’ll die.

we’re going down together bestie. i thought about him all day. like.

am i supposed to just be normal about him?

[charcadett]

Distracted (Jacq/GN!Reader)

You and Jacq lose track of time while researching out in the Paldean wilderness. Unfortunately for you - and the all encompassing crush you’re certain is not requited - you find the only hotel room available has one bed. This is Arceus’ punishment for fantasizing about your friend, you’re certain.

Word Count: 1,748

A/N: Hiiii so me and my buddy @struggling-bee were talking about there was only one bed trope and then jacq. and then this one shot that was SUPPOSED to be short showed up in my google docs LOL

CW: Suggestive, no explicit smut but it is implied.

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You didn’t know what you expected. Whenever Jacq was involved, your plans had a tendency to unravel at the seams. Maybe it was his vibes. Or perhaps his use of open-toed shoes in the lab has earned him the ire of the universe. As a result, in return for keeping his extremities, Jacq would pay his debt in luck.

Ultimately, and less dramatically, you decided the truth was simple: Jacq was bad at time management.

Not that you were much better. After all, you were deep in the Paldean wilderness, so engrossed in your studies that you barely noticed when the sun dipped under the horizon. Even when your only light came from whatever slivers of moonlight could force their way through the trees, you barely gave it any notice. Still, it was easier to place the blame entirely on Jacq. You enjoyed watching him wave his hands and stutter apologies.

All through the hike to the nearest hotel, he kept rambling. At first, to explain himself before it devolved into his observations of the day. As per usual, you found yourself not paying attention. Jacq was exhausted. His voice had a thick undertone to it, far deeper than it’d usually be. The sound of it sent a pleasant rush down your spine.

Oh, how Jacq was cute. You traced the curve of his lips with your eyes, his tongue peeking from between his teeth every few seconds. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows, displaying his forearms for only you and the stars to ogle. The veins of his wrist were pronounced, as were the tendons of his hands. They moved under his skin as his fingers twitched. You wondered how he’d squirm if you were to take the digits into your mouth. Swirl your tongue along his knuckles. He seemed the type to whine and, if you were lucky, beg.

Jacq turned to you with a smile, likely anticipating a response. His teeth glinted in the sparse light. What kind of impression would they leave on your skin? Would your body know how to fall apart to him as easily as your heart? Instead of saying anything, you merely shrugged, pretending as if you weren’t busy thinking about how else he could put his mouth to use.

You've been pining over your coworker - friend? - for as long as you've known him. Of course, you appreciated his physical attributes, but that wasn’t what initially drew you. Even his mind wasn’t the cause of your attraction, though it certainly didn’t hinder it. It was his kindness. His utterly unfailing kindness was the true answer to that equation. You were shy. Not the cute type of shy that you saw on television, but the awkward and cringeworthy type.

Your foot was almost always lodged deep within your esophagus. An extra stick of deodorant was kept in your bag because of your unfortunate tendency to sweat under unwanted attention. Whenever anyone tried to talk to you, the words tangled in the back of your throat, wound so tight, you feared that, instead of a response, you’d spew your lunch all over their shirt. It made for a very unfruitful social life.

Jacq, however, remained undeterred. He forced his way into your life, armed with nothing but his painfully handsome face and a smile. It made sense that you would fall for the first person to show an interest in you, even if it was platonic. So starved for any form of affection, of course you would ravenously consume whatever crumbs you could get your hands on.

“Yoohoo, earth to Y/N?” Jacq waved his hand in front of your face. With a blush, you realized that you’d gotten so lost in thought, you didn't notice you weren’t outside anymore. Instead, you stood awkward and unmoving inside a hotel lobby. A bit of wetness at the corner of your mouth made you flush harder.

Furiously wiping at the drool, you gave Jacq a small smile.

“Oh, that’s good. Because I have some bad news.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his right hand instead of his left. Jacq seemed nervous. His eyes wouldn’t meet yours, choosing to dart around the room rather than settle on your face.

Your eyebrows furrowed. It wasn’t as if there wasn’t a room available, he had the room key in his dominant hand.

“Weeeell, they only have one room available. And it only has one bed,” Jacq said, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Is that- is that okay?”

“Oh.” That was not okay. That was a nightmare. There was no way you’d be able to sleep with Jacq right next to you mere seconds after you daydreamed about having your way with him. But, as always, not wanting to make him uncomfortable, you plastered on a grin. “That’s cool. It’ll be like, uh, a sleepover.”

He perked up, though his face was darker than usual. “Good point! I mean, I’ve shared beds with my friends before. It’s no big deal.”

“Yeah, no big deal.”

“Yep! Not a problem at all.”

Thirty minutes later, it was most certainly a problem.

What were you expecting? You were fantasizing about fucking him not even an hour ago. There wasn’t a barrier between the two of you. The hotel was cheap, with only two pillows and a thin duvet for both of you. Nothing was keeping you from reaching over and throwing yourself into Jacq’s arms except for your self-control.

You clenched your teeth to keep them from chattering. Whoever had the room last cranked the A/C as low as it could go, and you were freezing. Yes, you could turn it off yourself, but that would mean getting out of bed. Which would mean movement. And that felt like a very bad idea right now.

You knew Jacq was awake with you. His breathing hadn’t evened since awkwardly scooching under the covers with you. Every minute, you felt him twitch or run a hand through his hair. Barely audible through the buzz of the A/C, you could hear him muttering something under his breath. Probably about how this was the worst sleepover ever.

It was ridiculous, but you were afraid if you moved even an inch, it would shatter whatever tension had filled the room.

Awkward tension, you supplied. Not sexual tension. That would require reciprocation, which was most definitely not on the table.

Whether from the nerves or the cold, you only realized you were trembling when Jacq flipped over to face you. There was some unrecognizable expression that you couldn’t stand to look at, so you focused on the ceiling. It was a dull yellow and possibly full of asbestos. Yum.

He took a breath and you beat whatever he was about to say only by a second. “Begone, human! This side of the bed is my territory.”

Why would you say that? Why would you say that? Why would you say that?

You whipped your head around to face the window. Maybe you could jump out. It was only the second floor, you could survive a broken leg.

Jacq barked out a laugh. “What?”

“I dunno, I was trying to be funny.”

“Well, it worked. I laughed.” Silence fell once again, just as suffocating as the last. You spared a glance at Jacq only to force your gaze back to the ceiling, unable to cope with his affectionate, half-lidded smile.

Maybe you were too quick to remove reciprocation from the table.

He scooted closer. “Are you cold?”

You were, but also way too hot. You could feel him close to you, radiating heat and whatever else. What were you supposed to do now? Something, you knew that much, but it wasn’t like you had any experience to draw from. This was something you experienced second-hand. Lived vicariously through your collection of shitty movies or fantasies, not real life.

Do you reach over and touch him? Do you answer honestly, because the room was absolutely frigid? What if you were wrong? Would he laugh at you?

Unable to cope with the maelstrom of emotions that threatened to kill you dead, you threw your arm toward the ceiling.

“Wow! Check out that water stain, it sort of looks like a Jumpluff.” It absolutely did not.

You felt the bed shift as he sat up. He squinted his eyes in the dark before his grin nearly lit up the room. “I think it looks more like a Ditto.”

You choked on a laugh. If you relaxed for even a moment, you’d either kiss him or strangle him.

Jacq’s smile dropped when he turned back to you. “Hey, are you okay? You’re shaking.”

His shirt was much too big for him and the collar dipped low enough for you to see his Adam's apple bob. Without his glasses, you realized just how much of him they tended to hide. You wanted to find out how long it would take to map his scars, moles, freckles, his everything- with your lips.

“I don’t know what to do.” Desperation colored your words in the most humiliating way.

Jacq gave you a gentle smile before placing a hand against your bare arm, just under the sleeve of your nightshirt.

“Oh. I think I might.” He searched your face before slowly inching closer. “If that’s okay.”

“Please.”

Jacq started by tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, muttering something about how cute you were. You couldn’t hear over the blood rushing in your ears. His thumb rubbed slow circles against your skin as you shuddered under his hold, and somehow, his ministrations became even more gentle. Jacq slowly moved closer, giving you time to pull away if you wanted. His hand slid down your arm and along your side until he was cupping your cheeks so lightly you weren’t sure he was even there. You leaned into him if only to feel him more. To know that this was real.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” He said. You smelled toothpaste on his breath.

“Okay.”

Pressing his body tight against yours, he closed the gap.

Between his exploratory touches and the blistering heat of his mouth, you could barely remember your fantasies from earlier. Instead of Jacq under you, desperate and pliant, you found yourself under the full weight of his affection. With his head between your thighs and his name caught in the back of your throat, you supposed there was always next time.

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