#me anxious sweating: how do you affection. how do love | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

hxney-lemcn · 4 months

Text

The Riddle of Love — Gotham! Edward Nygma x gn! reader

summery: Edward's interest shifts to someone who indulges in his love of riddles.

tw: bullying (?), kristen kringle is a warning all her own in this fic, implied rejection (not really tho, Ed's just awkward).

a/n: I hope so much that I wrote all these characters correctly. I have riddler fever rn and really wanted to write for him, but I've always been scared that I'd write him too ooc. I think I did good tho.

wc: 3.1k

Master List

“What is it that no one wants to have, but no one wants to lose either?” I asked. I already knew it was a lost cause. Edward Nygma was the smartest man I had ever met. Dorky? Yes. Nerdy? Absolutely. Smart? Incredibly. So trying to impress him at his own game wasn’t exactly the smartest move. Yet, the first time I gave him a riddle to solve (which he solved ridiculously fast), I don’t think I’d ever seen him so happy. So I continued to scour the internet in my free time to try and find obscure riddles.

Although this riddle wasn’t that obscure. I was running out of riddles to find, and I sure as hell couldn’t make my own.

“A lawsuit,” Eddie replied without missing a beat, still focusing on testing blood samples.

I couldn’t stop the pout that formed on my face, “It’s not fair how smart you are.”

I didn’t see Ed’s lips twitch up, how the praise I didn’t think twice about saying impacted him more than he’d like to admit. It was quiet for a few minutes, and I looked back down to the papers I had brought with me. Sometimes, I found myself working in the forensic lab when I could. One of the perks of being a criminal data analyst. I could make my notes on paper, and then just copy them into the computer later.

Since I was a data analyst, I was in the record archives often. I was acquainted with Kristen Kringle, which obviously led me to Edward Nygma. She would complain about him if I came in after he had left. At that point I didn’t know him, but I also found her complaints unfounded. I’d let her vent, but I’d also speak up for him, which made her glance away in what I assume was guilt. Then there were the unfortunate times that I’d walk in on his awkward flirting. I’d just tensely put away or take the files I needed for my research and leave them to it.

But after enough times, I’d caught him in the middle of one of his riddles. An easy one, probably to dumb it down for Kringle so she’d be enticed to answer it in the first place. Yet he had caught the attention of the wrong person. Although that didn’t seem to put a damper on his mood. He only sent me a tight lipped smile with a little ‘ding ding ding!’. That’s how I was caught hook line and sinker. His mannerisms were oddly endearing to me, and that’s how our odd little friendship formed.

I was brought out of my reverie as Eddie shuffled over to his microscope, “I am a nine lettered word and rhyme with perfection; I am another name for love. What am I?”

I blinked, not ready for a riddle, even though I always should be in the presence of him. I looked up from my work, and I noticed how Eddie was sweating, his cheeks flushing a bright red. I tapped the metal table anxiously, the word love had thrown me off my game and my brain felt empty of anything else. I mumbled words under my breath that rhyme with perfection.

“Deception, reception, perception,” I mumbled, yet none of them fit the rest of the rhyme. The longer I took, the more anxious Eddie seemed to get. “Affection. Oh! The answer is affection!”

Ed cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses, “Y-yes, that is correct. G-good job.” My proud smile fell into a more awkward one, thinking over the implications. That riddle sounded like one he’d save for Kringle. Was he running out of riddles as well? The thought alone was preposterous. It was tense for a bit. And when I realized I had nothing left to do but input the current data I had on some wanna be gang leader. The sad part is I knew that the cops aren’t going to be the first ones who get them.

Even though I needed to leave, it felt wrong for some reason. To leave the situation after Edward had seemed to admit something in his unique way of sharing. I didn’t want to assume his feelings, yet I knew he also wasn’t one to just state them willingly. Biting my lip anxiously, I decided to just do it.

Walking over towards Ed’s hunched form, I leaned down to place a light kiss to his cheek, “I’ll see ya later Eddie.” Then I booked it out of the room, leaving behind a very flustered dork.

It wasn’t much later in the day when Doctor Lee Thompson entered my office. It wasn’t much of an office. The dark walls made the space feel enclosed, and it barely fit my desk and the few cabinets it held. Yet I didn’t mind it since it was a space for myself. Lee, on the other hand, was another acquaintance whose office was nowhere near mine. She’d only come to my office for a few reasons, if it was work related (which was rare since our departments weren’t similar), or if it was personal. Sometimes she fessed that it seemed I needed some company, that it would do me no good to spend all this time alone in my office. Other times…it was on a more personal note, about Eddie and I’s relationship.

She plopped a candy bar on my desk, a placating move that was all too familiar.

“You must’ve done a real number on Ed,” She smirked, sitting on my desk. Due to the tiny size of the room, and the nature of my job, I didn’t have a seat for guests.

“What do you mean?” I asked. Deep down, I knew exactly what she meant. I knew Edward was an awkward man, and his experience with flirting was an ultimate zero. Yet it was hard to imagine that he was still affected by a small gesture of affection… Okay maybe the gesture wasn’t that small, for either of us, but still!

Lee’s smirk widened, “I think you know exactly what. Poor little Ed kept stumbling over his words when I brought you up. Something must’ve happened.”

I unwrapped the candy bar as she spoke, wanting to avoid any thought of the earlier moment. Looking back it was so awkward and a terrible attempt at…what? Flirting? Was that my intention? I didn’t even know my own intentions!

I took a bite from the candy bar, savoring the sweet flavor before having to explain the painfully awkward memory. When I managed to explain the event, Lee couldn’t stop herself from chuckling, causing me to finish my candy bar with a bitter look.

“That sounds like something you’d both do,” She smiled.

“What’s that supposed to mean,” I huffed, trying to fight off the flush of embarrassment I felt.

“Nothing,” She sighed wistfully. “But you two really take your time, huh?”

“Shut up,” I scowled.

“Okay, okay,” She threw her hands up in mock surrender. “I’ll stop teasing…for now. But seriously, I think you two would be cute together.”

I let out a childish groan, “I get it. Is there anything else you need?”

“No,” She smiled as she stood up. “Just wanted to see what had Ed all wound up.”

I rolled my eyes, but my heart skipped a beat at the implication. As Lee saw herself out, my mind kept racing. What was Ed doing right now? What was he thinking about? Did he really care enough about my opinion, about my affection, that he was still affected by it? I stared at my computer screen, the cursor blinking mindlessly. Glancing at the time, I scowled as I realized I still had 30 minutes left to my shift. The idea of going home, having a relaxing dinner and then maybe treating myself to a warm bath.

…

That was only the beginning. It seems that Eddie’s admiration had shifted from Kristin Kringle to me. It was flattering, to say the least. At least to me. Once I gained Ed’s attention, I seemed to have gained his colleagues attention as well. Typically, I didn’t work with the officers, I’d research criminals, then that data would be added to the files. So when I walked past James Gordon and Harvey Bullock, I never thought twice. But when Ed had waved at me, that cute tight lipped smile on his face as I waved back, a smile of my own adorning my face, it drew the attention of the two detectives.

"Careful Ed,” Harvey mocked. “Don’t wanna scare them off.” Jim only glanced up briefly, not interested in the situation in the least. I watched as Ed’s smile twitched for a second, Harvey’s words seeming to get to him. I felt my smile slip, not liking how they treat him in the slightest.

“He…didn’t do anything wrong,” I shrugged, before waving goodbye, making my way to the record archives. Not only them, but even Kringle was looking at me more than just as a person to vent to.

“I feel sorry for you,” She stated, adjusting her thick rimmed glasses. Her hazel eyes held their usual air of judgment as she placed some files back in their spots.

“Why?” I asked, flipping through to find the person I needed.

“Isn’t it obvious?” She asked, raising one of her perfectly maintained eyebrows. “Edward’s got his eyes on another victim.” I frowned, anger bubbling within me at the way she always found new ways to insult him.

“I wouldn’t describe it like that,” I managed to grit out. “I find the sentiment sweet.”

“Wait,” Kringle paused, turning to look at me with disbelief. “Do you…like him?”

I sighed, finding it hard to focus on the task at hand with this irritating conversation, “Would there be something wrong with that?”

“Isn’t it kind of weird how fast he switched?” She asked, a hint of jealousy in her tone. “I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before he loses interest in you.”

I slammed the cabinet shut in a bout of rage, leaving the room before I do something I may regret…or lose my job over. As I exited, my scowl worsened when I realized I didn’t even get what I needed.

“Hello!” Edward’s excited voice greeted me as I entered the break room. When my gaze landed on him, I felt my expression soften, my shoulder’s relaxing. His brown eyes were so expressive, that silly smile on his face never failed to melt my heart.

“Hey,” I muttered back. Looking over the options in the vending machine. Just get something to eat, and hopefully I’ll feel better.

“Is…something the matter?” He asked, fidgeting with his glasses. I let out a long sigh as I sat across from him at one of the few tables.

Taking a bite of my snack, I took some time to gather my thoughts and feelings, “Sometimes I just hate people.”

His eyebrows raised, nervously fidgeting with his tie, “Th-that’s…understandable.”

“Sorry,” I muttered, finally cooling down. “Someone was just saying some really mean things and it got to me.”

Edwards’ demeanor changed in an instant, a frown replacing his smile, and his eyebrows furrowed in a mixture of concern and anger, “Who?”

I blinked, “What?”

“Who insulted you?” He asked, fists clenched. This wasn’t what I was expecting. He would get annoyed, yeah, but he’d always just stew in it until he calmed down. And he was barely angry when I was around, which was something I was proud of. So seeing him react so harshly was unusual. It made me feel a bit appreciated, that he cared enough to get this angry over it, yet it was also unsettling.

“They…they were insulting you,” I clarified, rubbing my arm awkwardly. “And trust me, I was ready to do some things that would’ve gotten me fired.”

Ed blinked, calming down drastically at the revelation, “Oh.”

“Yeah,” I shrugged. “I swear if she says one more damned thing about you I’m gonna…” I strangled the air, the only way I could express how frustrated her insults made me.

Edward fake coughed, his cheeks tinged a light pink, “I assume you mean Miss Kringle.”

I paused, hoping it didn’t hurt that his past interest was still as rude as ever. “I didn’t even manage to get the files I needed,” I grumbled, hoping to lighten the mood a bit.

“...I can get them for you,” I felt my heart crack. Was he still interested in her? Was that why he was so ready to go into the den of the woman who so readily insults him?

“Oh, no you don’t have to do that,” I shook my head. “I’ll just have Lee do it.”

Ed blinked, seeming to think over something before standing up, “I’ll be right back.” Before he was fully out the door he paused, “Whose case files did you need?”

I couldn’t help the tiny grin at how eager he was as I gave him the names of the people I needed files on. Yet that smile fell. Was he really so excited to get a chance to see Kringle that he almost left without knowing what files he needed? I finished my snack, getting a drink from the vending machine while I was at it. My mind continued to make up terrible scenarios that could be happening at that moment. How she could manage to crush Ed’s precious heart even more than she’s already managed to.

Ed was back quicker than I realized. It took him less than ten minutes! He set the files I needed on the table, that tight lipped grin on his face as he waited for my input.

“Oh! Thank you!” I thanked, flipping through the files to make sure they were all there. “She didn’t give you any trouble, did she?”

“No,” He replied simply. As I met his gaze, that’s when I finally realized that he was truly over Kringle. I should’ve felt disturbed at how intense his gaze was, at how strong his emotions seemed to be when he wasn’t even trying. Yet I only felt flattered, important, and wanted. Emotions I wasn’t completely used to, and caused my heart to stutter at how strong my own emotions were becoming.

Standing up, I leaned in and kissed his cheek again, this time a bit more confident then the last time I did. I waved goodbye as I walked out with the files he gave me. I felt pride swell within me as I watched Eddie become a flustered mess as I left. It was a good mood lifter as I watched him fumble with his usual nervous ticks, before he was finally out of my sight.

…

Edward’s courting tactics only seemed to grow after that. I wasn’t sure what changed him to do so. I could only speculate that Lee had something to do with it. She kept stopping by my office, asking how Ed and I were doing like she hadn’t just seen us the day before. I can’t lie, I was reveling in the attention that Ed was giving me, and I could tell he’d revel in my attention as well. A mutual pining on both sides.

Normally, I’d be okay with that. Too scared to try and push things forward. Edward Nygma was different. He was just so…amazing. I’ve never felt so strongly towards someone. He was sweet, attentive, smart, and overall lovely. I couldn’t just settle for pining, I wanted to experience what it would be like as his lover.

Which led me to this horrendous mess up of a confession.

I dressed up a bit nicer than usual, hoping to impress the cute dork. I felt confident in myself, an emotion I don’t feel regularly. I greeted Lee, who seemed like she guessed the occasion and sent me a wink when I walked past.

“Hey Eddie,” I greeted, setting a cup of coffee down on the counter.

“Oh! Hello,” He greeted me, smiling. “You seem chipper this morning.”

Nudging the coffee towards him I smiled back, “It’s a good day today. I got you a coffee.”

“You didn’t need to,” Ed replied sheepishly, not used to people giving him things.

I only shrugged, “I wanted to.” I tapped the counter I was leaning on as nerves started to slowly creep through me. So, before my anxiety could get the best of me, I blurted out, “What is mine but only you can have?”

With furrowed eyebrows, Ed actually paused to answer a riddle for the first time during this little game we had. His eyes flitted around the room, like he was trying to avoid the answer. I know he was smart enough to figure it out, so the fact he was taking so long to answer caused my heart rate to spike from anxiety. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe I was reading the room wrong. I blame Lee for feeding me a wrong understanding.

“I…uh…” Ed stuttered over his words, sweat dripping down the side of his face. Shit, shit, shit! I shouldn’t have said that. He does know the answer, I found it online easily, he obviously knows. He doesn’t feel the same and now he’s trying to find a way to politely reject me.

“Nevermind!” I exclaimed, trying to quell my nerves by getting the fuck out of here. “Stupid riddle! Never needs an answer. I should get to work.”

“W-wait!” Eddie called out, making me stop in my tracks. So close yet so far. “I can be a fruit, I can be on a calendar, I can be important, and I can be forgotten. What am I?”

Turning back around, I watched as Eddie picked at his nails. We both seemed like complete messes at the moment. It was hard for me to think of anything due to my previous failure of admitting my feelings. I bit my lip awkwardly, trying to stop myself from making any more of a fool of myself.

“I…I’m not sure Eddie,” I chuckled solemnly.

Clearing his throat, he adjusted his glasses before admitting, “A date. W-would you accompany me on one?” I stared at him with wide eyes, unsure if I heard him correctly.

“Y-yeah! Of course I will!” That tinge of embarrassment was quickly overpowered by exhilaration. The smile that stretched across my face almost hurt with how big it was. Eddie’s smile was also wide as he still couldn’t meet my eyes.

“Is…is tonight okay? Dinner? 7 o’clock?”

“That sounds perfect.”

And to make the moment better, I kissed his cheek before parting, excited for what the night held for us.

#riddler x reader #the riddler x reader #gotham x reader #edward nygma x reader #edward nashton x reader #gotham #riddler #the riddler #edward nygma #edward nashton #x reader #dc #dc riddler x reader

364 notes · View notes

eeunoia · 11 months

Text

ENHYPEN Imagines

ENHYPEN Sunghoon Mafia Special

pairings: park sunghoon x reader

synopsis: married life with mafia boss sunghoon.

word count: 2k

warnings: violence, mention of fight and blood. (tell me if i missed something)

important note📎: if you haven’t read the one shot about park sunghoon as mafia, you have to read it first before reading this. you can find there fic › here

note📎: this is super short! i don’t know if this is the kind of special chapter you are expecting, but i hope you like it. the names that will be mentioned here are totally unplanned and on the spot. don’t expect too much, but let me know about your thoughts! this special chapter is not that violent. lmao, anyway have a nice day/night. i love you! 🤍

“How do you think will you export these stuff without getting caught by the authorities?” Sunghoon raised one of his brow strictly at one of his employee when they presented this proposal for him.

They glanced at each other worriedly, he can see through those eyes how they’re very anxious about this report. He can see that they’re prepared. Base on the way their report looks like visually, it doesn’t seem rushed. But they are too scared to say one wrong thing in front of him. That’s one thing his employee will always find hard. He’s too intimidating for them.

“U-Uhm,” the one in the middle says. He gulped hardly, “We w-will...” he can almost see his sweats from his chair.

Sunghoon sighs and tilted his head, “Do you have a plan or not? You’re wasting my time.” he spats that drained the color out of his worker’s face.

“I’m s-sorry, Sir.” he stuttered and was about to talk again, but someone interrupted.

“Don’t you think you’re scaring them too much, Mr. Park?” everyone’s attention darted at the door when they heard you talk. You can see the relief over their faces at the sight of you.

Sunghoon’s eyes softens when he looked at you. He stood up and walks over you right away, taking you over his arm for an embrace. “Love, you’re here.” he mumbles and placed a kiss at your neck once.

You chuckled and caress over his hair then waved over his employees around. They all waved back with relief. The sight of you clearly means that they can finally breath and get away from the boss' wrath.

You pull away from his embrace to cup his face and place a kiss at his lips. It was just short, but enough for Sunghoon. He smiles a little then stared at your face for a while before he leans again for another smooch. After giving affection, he guided you towards his seat and he sat down. He ordered one of his men to drag a chair for you.

His hand possessively wrapped over your waist and he dropped a kiss at your shoulder blades. You grabbed the folder in front of him and read the proposal. Sunghoon’s attention is now darted at you, the meeting all forgotten. The employee in front looked more relaxed now that you are the one talking and asking about it. He executes his report pretty well.

“There,” you smiled at him. “That sounds a good plan. What do you think, Mr. Park?” you glanced over to your side and saw how his soft eyes are darted at you.

He smirked and leaned closer to you to whisper something, his lips grazing your ears slightly. “I think you look so hot, Mrs. Park.” he mumbles that made you blush hardly.

You elbowed him slightly and pouted, “Hoon, focus.”

He chuckled and leans away before facing his employees, now his cold stern face is back.

“Yeah, I think that’s good. Everyone dismissed.” he ordered and they all bowed then followed what they told. They all felt relieved that the meeting ended well, and that’s all thanks to you.

Sunghoon then turns his head at you when they all left. “How are you, my love? How’s the trip with (jw’s y/n)?” he asks curious while caressing your waist gently.

You smiled, “It was fun! But I think the trip was short. That’s okay, because I miss you and Sin already.”

He smirked and gave you a peck on your lips. “We missed you too.”

You smiled and rests your head over his shoulder. “Speaking of that boy. What do you think is he doing right now? I hope he’s behaving at school.”

Sunghoon shrugged his shoulders off with a smirk, already doubting if your son is behaving. He didn’t said anything and just leaned in to kiss your forehead.

“Fight! Fight! Fight!” the children chants altogether while crowding two other kids who's fighting. One of them hovering above, the other on the ground and trying to shield himself from the boy's punches.

“Sin!” a beautiful girl wearing a cute bow came rushing towards the commotion. She looked so worried and was about to come closer to it, but a hand stopped her.

She glanced towards the boy who's staring coldly at her. “Jahan! What are you doing? Stop him!” she exclaimed, sounding frustrated.

“Don’t come close Alana or else you’ll get all dirty.” he says in a bored tone before pointing his chin towards the chaos.

Since they were fighting at the ground, dirt are now all over the two boys. None dared to meddle and stop them from fighting. No one will ever try to get in between. Specially if its Russin Park. They don’t want to mess with him.

“Where’s my brother? Ask him to stop him!” Alana panicked and glanced back at Sin who's now shamelessly beating up his classmate.

Jahan shrugged his shoulder off, completely unbothered. Alana groaned and shoved away his hold off when she realized he’s useless. She rushed closer, but kept enough distance.

“Russin! I said stop already!” she shouted that halt the boy's fist mid-air.

He looked over his shoulder and when he saw how terrified she looks, he clenched his jaw and slowly calmed down. He looked back over the boy beneath him. He’s almost unconscious, nose broken and eyes swollen from all the punches he gave him.

Sin smirked at him then scoffed, “Remember to not mess with me.” he said and stood up. He kept his stares at the poor boy.

“Stay away from Alana.” and he kicked his feet slightly.

He turned around and walked towards the girl. He kept his stares at her. The world suddenly felt blurry, all that matters now is her. Alana Park. He don’t understand anything. He’s too young to know anything about love, but one thing’s for sure. He don’t like sharing her.

Even before he can say something, their guidance counselor arrived the scene and called him over the disciplinary office. He groaned and left with no choice but to go.

“This is the third time this month, Mr. Park.” the stress over the tone was evident. He seemed mad, but Sin didn’t give any care. Even if he is mad, he knows he won’t do anything to him.

“Your father is on his way here now.” he starts. Sin didn’t show any emotion and just kept his bored look on his face. “Together with your mother.” he added that caught his attention.

“What?” now, he seemed alarmed.

His father is okay. He can just reason out with him, but his mom? She won’t spare him at all. She will surely ground him because of this. He lets out a groan and walked outside after getting dismissed.

“Dude, seriously? You should stop getting into fights!” it was Jace. Alana’s twin brother. The two of them are his Uncle Jay’s children. One of his father’s good friend.

“Where were you even?! You should’ve stopped him!” Alana seemed stressed still. Sin eyed and watched her carefully. A smile slowly appeared over his lips when he saw how worried she looked.

When they met eyes, she quickly shoot him glares. “What are you smiling at?!”

He shakes his head, but still smiling. “Nothing.” he mumbled and walked closer to carry her bag for her.

“Where’s Jahan?” she asks her brother after she lets Sin carry her bag. Jahan is the son of their Uncle Jake, also one of the good friend of their Dads.

Jace shrugs his shoulder, “Probably taking a nap at the library or something.”

“Russin!” they all turned their heads at that voice.

It was you, together with Sunghoon. The look on your face says it all. It was enough to make Sin worried. Alana and Jace greeted you before you finally made it close to your son. You gently grabbed his chin to check his now bruised face.

“Look at you!” you scanned him and your heart almost fell at the sight of blood stains at his uniform.

“Look at your uniform!” you added.

He sighs, “Its not my blood.” he says.

You shoot him glares. “And is that suppose to calm me down?” you were hysterical. Not that this is the first time your son got caught in this situation, but as a mother, you think you will never get used seeing him with bruises and blood stained clothes.

You and Sunghoon are blessed to have a son. You love him very much, but he’s very hard headed and a trouble maker. He takes after his father. Too much, that you want to feel upset because he took nothing from you when you’re the one who carried him for nine months! This boy is a splitting image of his father.

“You are seriously grounded, young boy!” he expected it already.

“But Mom—”

“No buts! We’ll talk later.” and you turned around to go with Sunghoon inside the office.

Sin groaned and sat down.

“Serves you right for causing trouble.” Alana mumbled. He glanced up at her but he just smirked.

“It was worth it.” he says that made her frown even more.

“Whatever! We’re going home now. Let’s go Jace.” and she grabbed her things from Sin’s hold.

Sin chuckles and even before she can walk far, he calls her again.

“I’ll call later.”

“I won’t answer!” she shouted that made him smirk.

“You can try, Alana.” and he nodded towards Jace who just salutes at him playfully. He even did a praying gesture that made him laugh. He’s so stupid.

“I couldn’t believe you! This is the third time you got into a fight, Russin. Its not going to be good for your school records.” you said really stressed and frustrated. You are now back at your home and currently scolding him.

“You are grounded for a month!” and you looked at him sternly.

Sunghoon’s just at the other sofa, silently watching. Russin seemed annoyed by his punishment and he stood up with a furrowed brows.

You can’t help but to feel a little amused. How he resembles his father so much is just crazy. No doubt that he’s Park Sunghoon’s son, no dna needed indeed.

“A month? But Mom—” he was about to argue but his Father talked.

“Russin.” one word and it was enough to shut him. He sat down and tried to calm down.

You sighed, “Talk to him, Hoon. I don’t know what to do with his temper! You two are so alike!” and you stormed out of Sunghoon’s office.

Sunghoon sighed, “How many times should I tell you? Talk back to me, but never talk back to your mother.” he sounded strict.

Sin draws in a sigh, “How come I can talk back to you, but not to Mom? Aren’t you the boss, Dad?” he asked really confused.

His father smirks, “Oh trust me. She’s the real boss.” and he crossed his arm then tilts his head over to the side.

“So,” he starts, “Did you give him a good beating?” his father added that made him smile wider.

“Hey, love.” Sunghoon greets you and approached closer to drop a kiss at your shoulder before hugging you from behind.

You are staring blankly outside of your windows when he entered your shared bedroom. “Did you talk to him?” you asked still very worried of your son.

He smiled, “Of course. I gave him a good scolding.”

Sunghoon nearly laughed, but he stopped himself. He doesn’t want you to now that instead of scolding your son, they both talked about it and he even ends up giving advices for him for next time. Of course, you don’t have to know about it. Its between them both. Father and son secret.

You sighed then glanced back outside the window. “Do you think we should set him an appointment? His temper is really getting worst.”

Sunghoon chuckles, “Nah, Sin doesn’t need it. Its normal for his age to get into fights.”

You furrowed your brows, “Normal? He’s just 11!”

He shrugged his shoulders.

“And Jahan's the same age as him but he’s always in good behavior.” you added, mentioning Jake’s son.

Sunghoon smirked, “Jahan is just different from our son. Don’t worry too much, okay?”

You stared at his eyes and slowly calm down. “Okay.” you sighed. “I can’t believe he did that because he doesn’t want other guys lurking around Alana. He’s so possessive.”

Sunghoon chuckled again this time. You squinted your eyes at him, “Seems like he got it from someone, don’t you think?”

Your husband smirked, “Should we set their wedding? I’ll talk to Jay hyung.” and he leans over to kiss you.

This time you chuckled, “Jay oppa will go crazy, baby. He won’t let go of his princess that easily.”

Sunghoon smiled, “For sure.” then he kissed your lips.

“I love you, y/n.”

You pouted and cupped his face, “I love you more. You and Sin are my world.”

Sunghoon placed feathery kissed over your neck then chin, until his lips came near yours. “I love you even more. I love you two so much.”

main master-list

mafia boss master-list

permanent tag-list:

@purplepuppychild @iceeee @wtfhyuck @tobiosbbyghorl @nikililmj @ayayiiie @moonlightisland @rubyanne @studioreader @map-of-border @edensgardenn @kyutiepeachy @simpforniki @hwangjangmi @crjwon @jvngw0n @herasalvatore @moonsclover @kimmchijjajang @hoonbrry @bridgebridgebirdiebridge @yeoungie @nyfwyeonjun @hime98 @hiqhkey @axartia @acciomylove @chareadingpurposes @nourhan-8 @drunkjazed @soobin-chois @rcveribin @person-standing @yizhoutv @nikipedia07 @minamoons @one16core @love13tter @dreamyenskz @ddeonubaby @mymeloem19 @aeyeree

#enhypen #enhypenwriters #eeunoiaverse #eeunoiawrites #eeunoia #enhypen imagines #enhypen fic #enhypen yandere #enhypen park sunghoon #enhypen sunghoon imagines #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen sunghoon x reader #enhypen sunghoon yandere #enhypen yang jungwon #enhypen lee heeseung #enhypen jay park #enhypen jake sim #enhypen kim sunoo #enhypen nishimura riki

496 notes · View notes

miseries-mistress · 1 year

Note

hey 👋👋 i love your fics btw your one of my favorite fic writers ❤️ could you do one where anakin and the reader get into a fight or argument and he grovels after? i feel like he’d be really sweet and cute and i’d love to see how you think he would be ✌️✌️

ILLIMITABLE CYCLES | ANAKIN SKYWALKER

Synopsis: Anakin overworking himself has become a regular occurrence for him. Not only is it affecting him, but your relationship too. He's shut himself off from anything besides his work, which in turn forfeits the little time you already have with him. So while your heart yearns for his undivided attention and his patience grows thin, the situation has become an argument bound to happen.

Warnings: brief mentions of female reader, insecurity, feelings of unworthiness, fluff, little angst, i think that’s it. W/C: 2506

Notes: sorry this took so long, things happened, and i am wayyy behind on requests (thank you for 300 followers 🫶)

star wars masterlist

"Patience, little one," Plo Koon chastised, and you couldn't help but slump at the tease that marred his voice. Plo Koon, your master, had been watching your anxious movements for quite some time, amused by your inability to sit still while you waited for Anakin's arrival.

After they called the Senate for aid, Anakin had been off with his battalion to end a separatist occupation in a Mid Rim system. While it had taken the Senate a while to agree and send troops to a system they didn't deem necessary, they still did so, and it just so happened that he was picked for a job.

It had been about four months since you'd seen him, and while holocalls did well to quell your anxiousness from being separated for so long, they did nothing to aid your loneliness.

As you waited for his return with your master and his commander at your side, you couldn't seem to quell your anxiety. Very un-Jedi of you.

"I wouldn't worry about it, kid. General Skywalker knows how to take care of himself," Wolffe tries, having noticed your anxiety as well. You attempt to smile in thanks, but you are interrupted by the roar of a ship's engine. It docks, the landing gear deploys with a hiss, and moments later, Anakin steps onto the gangplank, chatting happily with Rex at his side.

He looks up as he steps off the ship, and his eyes catch yours. A cocky grin spreads across his ash-bitten features as he quickened his pace. You meet Anakin in the middle and wrap him in a hug. The scent of salty sweat, metal, and ash clings to him like a second skin as you hold each other for an appropriate amount of time, breaking away a moment later.

"It's good to have you back, Skywalker." You smile, and he returns the gesture, stiffening when he notices the people behind you, primarily your master.

"I knew you missed me," he arrogantly replies, his grin twisting into something devious.

"Don't get ahead of yourself."

Plo Koon clears his throat behind you, uncomfortable with the tension you unintentionally created as you turn to face him, embarrassed by your carefree show of affection. Wolffe, besides your master, smirks at you, his knowing expression proving all your suspicions that he had, in fact, read the tension between you and Anakin. You send a disapproving glare at him, which in turn fuels his assumptions and his cocky grin. The bastard knows exactly what's transpiring between you and Anakin and is planning to hold it over your head until the day you inevitably die.

"We better get going if you do not wish to keep the council waiting, Skywalker. There is much to discuss." With that, your master turns with an unreadable expression, Wolffe following him.

"This is your fault," you hissed, following behind him out of earshot.

"You love me," he teases, his eyes lighting up as he senses your frustration in your signature, pushing roughly against his, like waves against an ocean.

"You're lucky I do."

You two share a moment of silence, basking in each other's vibrant signature, content in the realization you both came back alive and well, your hearts still beating along the thriving bond you shared. That is until Rex comes from behind, a datapad clutched in his hands. "General, sorry to interrupt, but look at this."

Anakin takes the device, inspects the information, and turns to Rex, the atmosphere changing into something akin to earnestness. "This could work. Let's…"

Their voices wane into the background as they wander ahead, Anakin leaving you behind without a second's hesitation. No repentant glance, sympathy, or remorse was thrown your way, just nothingness as if you weren't worth his time.

You look longingly ahead and sigh, shaking your head. Anakin hadn't even been back on Coruscant for ten minutes, yet he had already been pulled and shoved back into his role as a general. Of course, you knew this was partly to blame for Anakin's lack of intervals and the nonexistent distinction between his work and personal life. Blame it on his stubbornness or arrogance, but Anakin's unruly behavior, while letting him get things done quickly, could be formidable to deal with. Especially now, with your relationship, he seems to set aside less time for you than you would have hoped.

You knew his role as both Jedi and general was strenuous and demanding, but his inability to make time for you made you feel unworthy of his. But, of course, you didn't bring this topic up with Anakin, for the last thing you want to do is worry him about something he cannot change. So you've resigned yourself to merely savor the time he graces you with, no matter how much your heart yearns for more.

—

The council meeting lasts longer than you imagined because Anakin doesn't return to your room. The night grows older, and you grow wearier, toying with the possibility that he's not planning to make an appearance tonight. Usually, if there was a change in plans, Anakin would comm you and let you know, sending you off with a good night of some sort. Yet there is none of that, no indication he's remembered you at all.

It's another hour before you decide to seek him out, tired of waiting for his fated arrival to join you in bed. So instead, you wander around the temple halls, searching places like the sparring mats, the meditation room, and even the library (which he so rarely visits), all areas Anakin could be in. Still, all you found were deserted dark chambers, just as cold and empty as you felt.

"Padawan? May I ask what you are doing at this hour?" You turn on your heel, coming face to face with Obi-Wan's concerned expression, his arms neatly folded over the expansion of his chest.

"Master," you bowed, "I was looking for Master Skywalker. I have news on the battle plans he has been working on."

He furrowed his eyebrows at your bold-faced lie, his pupils searching your face before he sighed, running his hands through his tousled hair. "Yes, well, Anakin is in the war room. I'm afraid he's been at it for hours."

You slowly nod, digesting the information with tactical precision before you reply with a grateful smile. "Thank you, master, good night."

He grants you a silent bow before resuming whatever he is doing, his shoes clicking along the marble floor.

With your newfound information, you head to the war room with a newfound determination, all while your mind spins at the news. It wasn't like Anakin was due for any missions or briefings with the council in the morning. In fact, from what you heard, he didn't have anything scheduled for the next couple of days. So why was Anakin out so late?

You stood in front of the room's tall, looming doors. You take a deep breath, calming your nerves with your fumbling hand on the handle. It was just Anakin. Why were you so nervous?

And with that, you twist the handle, sealing your fate as you step inside. There's no light besides the glow of the holotable that Anakin is pouring over, strategies laid out in front of his tired, hooded eyes.

"So this is what you've been up to," you announce, and Anakin's visibility jumps, startled by your sudden appearance. He looks back at the table as you step further into the room, sheepishly rubbing the nape of his neck.

"Sorry, sweetheart, the time got away from me. I promise I did try to–"

"Save it, Anakin," you huffed, your annoyance growing over his excuses. If he was good at anything, Anakin Skywalker always had a compelling excuse, anything to justify his actions and convince others of the same. You weren't frustrated over him working, far from it, but his lack of communication and divulgence since he returned has turned into normal behavior for him. In turn, he's closed himself off, shutting himself off from anything besides his one-track mind.

His lips curl into a pout at your frustration. "Awe, don't be like that."

"Like what? You made a promise, and you broke it. You're supposed to comm me whenever things change, Anakin. You never make time for anything besides this nowadays," you gesture to the holotable. "It's like I'm not even here!"

"I didn't realize you were so needy," Anakin teasingly remarks, but his expression falls as you cross your arms over your chest, huffing indignantly. "Look, I'm sorry, but duties first, you know that."

"Anakin, you and I both know that this can wait until tomorrow. You have two days off…just come to bed, please."

You're pathetic. Anakin must know this by now. You're begging your lover to step away from work to spend time with you. It's selfish, so incredibly selfish, to demand his time when he has more worthwhile things to do, things that can save lives, millions of them, but you're getting in the way of that. Pathetic.

"Later." It's a half-hearted monotone promise that he deems is suitable enough to throw your way like he's dismissing a needy toddler. Perhaps that's all you are.

"Fine," your voice is weak. The convictions from earlier are all dead and festering.

He glances at you, and his exacerbated eyes roll, his hands pressed against the curved table.

"Maker, can't you back off?" he huffs, his hand running through his hair as he paces, pushing off the table. Pathetic. You can feel it in his signature, rippling in dark, consuming waves. It's all he feels for you. It's all he can feel. It's overwhelming when he looks at you again with nothing but a hollow flame in his eyes.

You know that you're part of, if not the entire, reason Anakin is harboring such crippling annoyance and anger. However, you cannot help but wonder what provoked such an extreme reaction. Was asking for a sliver of his time really that burdensome, or did you only encourage him when he was already in a mood?

You shrink into yourself as Anakin huffs, his presence engulfing more of the room by the second. It smothers you.

"I said later, stop givin' me that look– Maker– I'll be there. Just give me some space."

"Oh." You swallow the lump in your throat, blinking away the tears that selfishly enter your eyes. Needy. That's all you were; desperate for attention and recognition from the man you loved so dearly. It made you sick. "Ok."

Your voice sounds weak and wobbly to your own ears, and you're sure he can hear how on the cusp of tears you are.

Anakin eyes find yours at the nearly debilitating shake in your words. However, this time they soften, and he's by your side in an instant, engulfing you in a hug. It's then, wrapped up entirely in Anakin that you crumble soft tears rolling down the plains of your cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Gods, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," he repeats it like a mantra, his hand rubbing circles down the length of your spine. You don't do anything but remain in his arms, your emotions raging and crashing against each other like a violent storm without end. You were angry; angry that Anakin could so easily cast you aside like you were nothing like you meant nothing, but at the same time, his words rang a bell of truth. You were clingy, desperate for praise and the attention of others to prove that you weren't as worthless as you often thought yourself to be, and because of that, Anakin got mad. Rightfully so.

Your tears died down, and he slowly lifted you from his chest, looking at you with those liquid pools of tenderness and apology. You couldn't stand it.

"Y/N, I'm so–"

"It's fine, Anakin. You were right. I'll take my leave." You didn't recognize your hollowed-out words as your own while you turned to leave, only for Anakin to hold you firmly, refusing to slip from his grasp.

"No– No, fuck, no, I didn't mean any of it. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. I was just so tired after today and…" Anakin sighed, his head hanging low while his hands ran up and down your arms, a motion of solace.

"You don't have to make excuses, Anakin. I shouldn't have been so needy as to demand your attention all the damn time. It's my fault."

"No, it's not. Not at all. Don't say that. You aren't needy for wanting my attention, pretty girl. I should have paid more attention to how you were feeling."

"Anakin…"

"Hey, let me apologize for once, will ya'?" His hand snakes under your chin, lifting it to gain your full attention. "I was…wrong for all of it. I was looking forward to seeing you tonight, but I just got wrapped up in my work, and well, you know what happens."

It's an awkward sort of apology, but it's Anakin. So wholly and entirely him, it gets the point across of what he's so desperately trying to communicate.

"Anakin, what you are doing is important, and I shouldn't have demanded you to step away–"

"Maker, you really don't listen, do you?" he chuckles, his eyes skimming yours, almost as if he's trying to decide something before his hands slide down your shoulders, lowering himself to his knees. His head rests on your stomach as he takes a shuddering breath. Your heart thrums in your chest as you wildly search his body language for some explanation, trying to decipher what's transpiring in his head.

"You're not needy, sweet girl. You deserve more than the attention I give you. You deserve so much more- shit, it breaks me to see those pretty eyes of your cry. I…please forgive me."

Your hand moves before you can process it to his hair as you run your fingers through it. Anakin's words had quelled something inside you. Whether it was rage or insecurity, or both, you didn't know. The desperation in his words had you hanging off them like an oxygen source, greedily consuming any reassurance he offered you, and now with Anakin on his knees, begging you to forgive him with sincerity seeping into every crevice of his signature, it was easy for your following words to slip past your lips like a kiss of purgation, as cleansing as the taste of exoneration.

"I forgive you."

834 notes · View notes

onepiece-writer · 9 months

Text

Monster Trio with an anxious s/o

gn! Reader anyways

Luffy

He will love you anyways

If you want to be with him, he'll carry you to a quiet place and listen to you ranting about your problems

However if you need a time alone and the attention was to you, he will drag it towards him in the most weirdest way imaginable

"GUYS, I'M GOING TO EAT ASHES ON FIRE, WATCH ME DO IT!!!!"

The goofy being himself, he would always make you laugh it off

When you're overthinking something, Luffy usually notice it

And when that happens, you can tell it all to him, he's a great secret-keeper when it comes to you

Also will push you to out of your comfort zone, probably because of his actions

Overall 8/10 for me

Zoro

Loves a calm partner, unlike his rowdy crewmates

Will be more intimidating when together, to scare people away

When you started feeling anxious, he will do two options

One, the ones who make you feel anxious will get a taste of his swords

Two, if not, he will be quiet to make you feel comfortable

When alone, he will probably do anything to make you feel loved

When you're overthinking, he will pat your back to at least tell you're not alone

He also feel anxious too, but he didn't show it

The cause of anxiety is strength, that's why he trained so much, to protect you and his crew

So he feels relatable, and will be a good listener to you

9/10, the calmest one. The one who will comfort you, but not with directions.

Sanji

This boy will shower you with compliments that will make your overthinking once for all gone.

If you still have it, he will make you a dessert that calms your mind

He would do anything for you

Whether it's listening to your ranting or kisses, he will be your errand boy

If someone makes you anxious, they'll get a taste on his legs

He has an anxious experience too, with Germa 66

He understands on how your hands sweat heavily when meeting with something that makes you feel anxious, he feels the same to his brothers

He's showering you with affection, anxious or not

Overall, 10/10. He has a relatable past that makes him understand you

_________

Inspired by my anxious self😌😌

227 notes · View notes

yzzart · 1 year

Note

hi, my sweet heart!

first of all i want to tell you that you are one of my favorite writers of all time, and your Aemond fics can be considered, by me, works of art!

your writing is MAGNIFICENT!

with all this, can you write an Aemond fic involving that scene, from episode 8, where Daemon is holding Rhaenyra's hand, showing affection and strength to her? And who is faced with that scene is Daemon. — His sweet daughter with his damn nephew.

— Two dragons, two rivals.

characters: Aemond Targaryen x (F)Targaryen!reader.

summary: how could two people, two dragons have so many things in common including the hatred they feel for each other?

warnings: incest, explicit language, explicit words, inspired by episode 8

word count: 2.537!

english's not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes!

"ñuha jorrāelagon, gaomagon gīda." (My dear, keep calm.)

Your heavy and distressed steps were echoed by the empty room, which was lit only by the cracks of light coming from the huge window. — It was quite capable of forming a harrowing circle on the smooth floor of the cold place.

Your hands were sweating and you played nervously with your fingers, trying to balance and lessen your anxiety. — It looked like you were going to release fire from your mouth at any moment.

By the looks of it, and you've been warned, your parents, along with your siblings, are on their way to King's Landing to settle some frictions, duties and debate who will inherit the greatest roles in the dragon house. — Well, you're not worried about that, that subject never interested you as much as you were the main heir to the throne.

The eldest daughter, first of your name, hated meetings about it because deep down you knew that being a woman you would never receive the same respect that a male heir could receive.

Destined since childhood to be married to your uncle, following in your mother's footsteps; Rhaenyra thought it more correct and direct to leave you in King's Landing, of course with your father's permission, who hated the idea but learned to agree with it over time. — Daemon made a point of sending ravens with messages, mostly in the Valerian language, to you on every moon.

The rebel prince would never leave his darling daughter alone among those vultures, as he always called them.

Of course you liked the news, seeing your parents and siblings was a gift from the good gods and you thanked them. — But soon, a heavy storm fell on his head at the memory of an infuriating fact.

Your father and your husband never got along. — Only the gods knew the insatiable desire of each one to want to kill each other. — Two men. Two dragons who defended their family with fire and blood, had so many identical physical and mental characteristics and also shared the reciprocal hatred.

Your father always made it clear how much he disagreed with, and hated, your husband in the letters he sent your, but a part of his heart admired your passion for the one-eyed man. — And it was impossible to deny that you and Aemond were, in fact, a copy of Daemon and Rhaenyra.

A heavy sigh deliberately escapes your lips and your head decides to turn towards the owner of that voice. — The only voice that could reassure you at that moment and make you feel lighter and less pressured and you needed support and, especially, your lover.

As you turn around, your eyes clash with the image of the oldest sitting in a leather chair, pigmented in pure black and reddish tones, watching all your steps and features that you make. — Every simple movement or even a simple swing of your hair, was perceived by Aemond.

"Come here, my love." — It was technically impossible to deny that request. Those simple words fell sweetly from Aemond's thin lips, and ended up conquering you and comforting your anxious heart. — With a reassuring smile that came to your lips quickly, your steps made their way to the chair where your dear lover was sitting.

Your dress, made of fabric blessed by the gods and dragons and beautifully crafted in shades of black and red, paying homage to your home, swept the floor along with your steps. — That dress showed and defined your beautiful curves. — Any of the seven kingdoms would say, in all honesty and honor, that you were a copy, designed by the gods, true to your mother.

And Aemond looked to the heavens and thanked all the good gods for having you.

As you approached, a sincere smile with a touch of understanding appeared on the older's lips and he reached out to grab your hand. — A gesture of pure affection and love. — Aemond's rough fingers stroked the palm of your hand, a few circular movements but slowly. Aemond's hand, which tends to be cold most of the time, was warm but still made you shiver.

"Everything is going to be perfectly fine, my wife." — Aemond reassured you, looking into your eyes. The eldest's one good eye admired you, and tried to pass a pleasant image. — "You know very well that you have my word."

Interrupting the simple but comforting finger caress, Aemond clasps your hand in his and holds it tightly, showing support for you. Even with all the friction, differences and threats between your family and Aemond, he never failed to support and protect you. — You belong together. Two dragons and only one soul, you two defined yourself with those words.

You delivered a smile that meant all your passion and admiration for Aemond, and he was able to understand that quickly. That damn man knew you like no one else.

The huge doors of pure wood along with some stone repairs are opened scaring you and taking your focus away from Aemond, and the same happens to him but the older man's hand still remains holding yours. — Soon, one of the guards, who escorted the door, enters.

"Majesties, excuse me." — The guard, whose name you didn't know, refers to your and Aemond's presence. He was young looking and a little nervous, maybe it was one of his first days as a guard. — "The presence, majestic and of high grace, of Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon already awaits the two of you"

Aemond did not fail to notice and feel the strength you exerted by squeezing his hand. It seemed that nervousness had attacked your entire body in a brutal and deadly way. — Your voice had disappeared, as if you had lost your way of speaking at that moment, and your husband noticed it immediately.

"Allow them to enter here, now." — The elder Targaryen commanded in a loud voice, causing the young guard to stiffen his stance and quickly nod to obey the order.

The huge and strong doors of pure wood, which blocked the image of the corridor, are opened again and soon your eyes can see some strands white, like snow, and very familiar. — At the exact moment, you can have a broad view of your mother next to your father.

Your heart was racing, it felt like it would burst out of your mouth at any moment and not to mention your eyes were teary and ready to shed the tears that were threatening to fall freely. It had been so long, so many moons and so many suns, without admiring and talking to your parents.

The first steps were Rhaenyra's and in your direction, she wanted to ignore her unfortunate brother's existence. The future queen hated that dragon ever since the event that caused his eye to be missing, and if Rhaenyra could; she would never leave you in that man's hands again. — But she knew she couldn't fight your feelings and the sacred seal of Targaryen marriage.

Keeping her posture and, knowing that she couldn't disrespect her brother and even in front of him, Rhaenyra faced him with respect and nodded to the youngest.

"My dear daughter and my dear…" — A not-so-long, tight sigh escaped Rhaenyra of its own accord. — "Brother."

Aemond did not show such a surprised or grateful expression or reaction with the presence of his sister, who has a feeling of reciprocal hatred and anger. The seriousness remained on Aemond's face, until he decided to watch his uncle's footsteps.

The annoying, unhappy sound of Daemon's well-crafted, presumably leather, shoes drifted past Aemond's ears. As if each simple, slow step was a deathly crack in the one-eyed head. — Aemond hated even Daemon's gait. — There wasn't one thing Aemond didn't hate about his uncle, besides his daughter; of course.

Gently and slowly taking your hand away from Aemond's, you approach your mother and don't miss the opportunity to hug her. Feeling your mother's comforting and warm affection again is a blessing to you and warms your heart. It was, in fact, an eternity since you felt that.

"I missed you so much, my sweet child." — She whispered in your ear, you could feel the affectionate smile and very typical of your mother. — "And you look so beautiful."

"I missed you too, mom." — After you reciprocated your mother, you slowly pulled away from the warm embrace that held the two of you together and finally got the chance to meet your father's eyes. Eyes identical to yours that, in one of your youthful memories; Rhaenyra said you destined the most beautiful eyes she could look up to in all the seven kingdoms, your father's.

Daemon ignored the heavy, deadly glare of the younger man who sat a few feet away from him. The rebel prince didn't care, not even a little, about that one-eyed drama. — He just wanted to have the opportunity and moment to meet again, correctly and as a father, with his beloved daughter And not even her husband could stop it.

"issa tala." (My Daughter.) — The tone of Daemon's voice took a little hitch, leaving her weak as if he were broken or even his voice totally incapable of uttering a miserable word. — But that wasn't it. Your father was thrilled to see you after so many years. — "issa dōna tala" (My sweet daughter.)

Even with his low, wistful tone, Daemon didn't lose his poise but he couldn't hide his genuine, compassionate smile when given the chance to hold your delicate hand. — Your hand that was in a reddish tone because of the countless times you rubbed and squeezed because of nervousness. — Your father understood that and didn't want to question it.

Holding your hand, Daemon's thumb caressed your fingers and analyzed some rings, pure silver, that remained lying there and, he couldn't help but analyze his engagement ring and be impressed with his nephew's taste. — The blood color stone, the color of pure red and the color of the Targaryens, of dragons; a ruby was between your finger.

"At least he knows how to put incompetence aside when it comes to choosing a ring." — A low and brief laugh came out of your mouth when he had the privilege of listening to that mocking whisper of your father. But, something catches the attention of Aemond, who was still not very happy with his uncle's arrival.

"I hope the trip was pleasant for you, uncle. From what I understand, the tide was calm, wasn't it?" — It was impossible not to recognize the teasing and sarcasm in the words that were uttered from Aemond's mouth, and he didn't even try to hide it. The weather could get worse but that was exactly what the one-eyed man wanted.

You turned your head towards your lover, wanting to question and scold, just by looking at that attitude, but again, it was impossible but you didn't stop watching him with narrowed eyes. — Your husband's single eye met yours but it was only a fleeting moment.

"I must feel honored and privileged to have conceived your concern for me, nephew." — Daemon returned in the same tone of voice. — "But i don't deny that i'd rather stay on the ship than here."

Remaining facing Aemond, you had a full view of Rhaenyra doing the same action you had previously performed on the one-eyed. — It looked like you two were in the middle of a children's discussion, that was an unfortunate and unpleasant moment to witness and participate; and besides being extremely tiring.

"I make a point of calling that ship for you." — Aemond retaliated with a thin and ridiculous smile.

"ao jurnegon raqagon riñar." (You look like children.) — For the first time that day, you had raised your voice but not in an aggressive or grotesque tone, but in pure reproach. Either you would get the attention of the two men or Rhaenyra would. — You decided to move away from your parents and return to your starting place, next to Aemond but this time, not so close to him.

Silence settled in that dark and cold room, with a tense atmosphere. — Better that than a childish argument and that could leave for something worse. — The Targaryen without one eye turned towards you with an expression, perhaps, regretful but he didn't dare to say anything at that moment.

"Glad to see you, my daughter." — Rhaenyra decided to end that silence but as if she was saying goodbye, and she kept smiling at you and continued to admire your eyes. — "Well, i'm glad to see you too, my brother." — She didn't leave Aemond's eye but kept her expression serious.

"It's good to have them back, Mom." — You returned a smile grateful for the return of your parents and praying to the good gods that your father and your husband kept their posture and did not argue anymore.

Aemond just let out his typical and common "Hm" and didn't show such a reaction or something strange, or a provocation. — You thanked him mentally for that and soon approached him again. Your act caught the attention of the king's youngest son and he missed no opportunity to join his hand with your, as he had done before Rhaenyra's arrival.

Daemon's eyes didn't want to believe what was happening in front of them, something he would never admit in his life. — It seemed that his nephew wanted to provoke him again, to make another argument happen and maybe worse. — But also for the first time in all times and moons, Aemond did not do it to provoke or defy his uncle. He did it for his beloved, for the way he shares his love and admiration for her.

And for the fact that you could be upset with him, Aemond opted for the way to apologize with the touch. A touch that seemed simple but had immense meaning.

Of course, Aemond didn't want to feel threatened in front of a person he despises so much, a person he characterizes as his rival, but he hated to keep and create these discussions in front of you. A feeling, considered rare for one who knew only the dreaded prince by sight, of regret settled over Aemond.

Aemond's thumb passed slowly over the ring, which he had chosen, and a sense of pride and passion surged through his chest.

"I hope that the days that remain here are pleasant and possible for you." — The surprising speech of the one-eyed prince was exclaimed and listened to with great attention. The boy's one good eye landed on your hand, and he again stroked the area. — "syt ao tolī, Daemon." (For you too, Daemon.)

After the last words, Aemond began to stare deeply at Daemon. Without an expression of sarcasm, or even anger, but that didn't mean that anything good had actually come out of the young man's mouth.

"and nyke hopi ao morghūljagon." (And i hope you die.) — He answered unwillingly. Rhaenyra, again, faced her husband with no desire to participate once more in a half-baked and totally childish argument. She was already completely exhausted and Daemon sighed heavily. — "We appreciate it."

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x targaryen!reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #aemond x you #aemond targaryen x you #aemond fanfiction #aemond the kinslayer #aemond one eye #prince aemond #aemond #house of the dragon #hotd x reader #game of thrones

722 notes · View notes

boysssofthemonth · 3 months

Text

Unavoidable tragedy | Rafe Cameron

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader Genre: Angst, angst angst Warnings: Some light swearing Words: 2000

"Rafe.." you said carefully watching as the boy before you paced back forth. Hands holding his head up as the posture he so strongly attempted to retain crumbled into pieces. Nothing could prepare you for the storm that was about to strike.

A cold breeze drifted through the four walls of his bedroom. You were unsure whether you had actually felt the breeze, having observed no open windows or doors, or simply the atmosphere dropping had something to do with chills running up and down your spine.

Rafe continued to grumble under his breath, unmistakably, in an anxious condition. You could make out a few of his words, as if he'd been muttering "this isn't how it was supposed to go".

"Rafe," you tried again. This time more firm and the shakiness of the previous attempt hidden behind your false bravery. Rafe whipped his head towards you, his arms fell to his sides, but he continued the pacing he had been doing the past five minutes.

"What?" he snapped, one jab at your heart, "what, y/n." He said your name with such disdain. Another jab at your heart.

"Please, sit down. Let's talk this out," you pleaded. Rafe stood still, but your heart reached out to him, as you watched his body tremble. He was right, this was not how it was supposed to go. None of this was planned, or even a part of the life you envisioned for yourself.

Falling in love? Yes, that was always a dream. As a little girl, witnessing the tremendous affection and plentiful joy that your mother received from your father was enough to have you yearning for such divine love. But falling in love with Rafe Cameron? The man most feared, but most envied in town. The man, who just seven months ago, was terrorising civilians who lived on the same side of town as you. The man who wouldn't even dare bat an eye in your direction, let alone confess his undying love to you.

None of this was supposed to happen, and yet it did.

Somehow, somewhere in the universe, your stars alined. Your paths crossed, and Rafe fell so madly, and deeply in love with the girl who had little but so much to give to the broken and battered boy.

"Talk this out?" Rafe's body turned towards you. His eyes filled with tears, something you, nor anybody for that matter, could say they would have ever witness.

"What else can you possibly say? You want to end things? Okay. We're done. That's it." His voice was charged with so much hatred and poison, every bit of despise striking you.

"The door is that way, you know the way out," Rafe pointed towards the door and gulped as a bead of sweat fell down his forehead. Despite the shivers, your hands begun to sweat.

"Rafe,"

"Don't. You broke up with me, and that's it. There's nothing else for us to say."

"This isn't how I want to end things, Rafe."

"Are you crazy? Is everything about you?" He looked at you exasperatedly. "What about me? Huh? You've been feeling like this for weeks and you don't tell me about it, yet you have the nerve to break up with me and want to talk about it now? That's honestly fucked up, and you're crazy to think I'd want to speak to you about this."

He was right. Rafe was always right about things. Rafe was nothing but sweet and affectionate towards you throughout the four months you were together. You were finally receiving the love that you dreamt of since being a child.

Rafe took you out to fancy dinners, and bought you nice gifts. But Rafe never complained when you wanted to sit at the beach and read for hours. He never complained when your ideal date meant going for walks through the town and people watching. Or ditching his friends at the island club so that he could help you take care of your sick mother.

Rafe was every bit of the lover and gentleman that you had always envisioned in a life partner. Despite his past, and the stories you had heard about him, you continued to see him through the tough demeanour. You broke through his walls, cracked every bit of defence he installed, and found the broken boy. A boy who had so much love to give, but nobody there to give it to. A boy who envied his little sister because the only person he'd ever really wanted to see him, and really see him, was his father. But even he felt that he could never be good enough, because his father only worried about his sisters.

But he met you, and something inside of him changed. He no longer pursued his father's attention. Because now he could show somebody who he really was, and have that warmth and closeness reciprocated.

After some time, the rumours and the disappointment from the people living in figure 8 had begun to circle your mind. Every day you found yourself comparing appearances and monetary value to those who were just like Rafe. You noticed the differences in your lives, and every day you felt yourself become more and more distant.

You were very much aware of what people thought of you, and your relationship with Rafe. His father and step-mother were no different to those against your relationship. You aspired to be liked and someone that Rafe could be proud to show to his peers. But if his own family struggled to even look you in the eyes, then the future was not looking to be in your favor.

It was an everyday struggle, trying to live up to the unattainable expectations of Rafe's family. Never truly acquiring their approval. Supposedly, you were just like Rafe. Pining after the approval and validation from his father, but that in itself had proven to be an unachievable task.

Rafe knew first-hand just how strict and narrow-minded his father and step-mother were. But just as he was determined to express his endearment and deep affection to you, he was set on proving to his family that you belonged. Rafe was always understanding of how you felt, but you promised him that the opinions of others could never influence how you felt for him.

Until a couple of weeks ago, after overhearing Rafe's father and step-mother talking about you. Words that you could never say to anybody yourself as you knew just how hurtful they could be. They talked down on you, your family and how much you had changed Rafe, who was supposed to take over the family company.

Rafe had confessed to you, on multiple occasions, that taking over the company was the last thing he'd ever want. Going to college, getting a degree in something unrelated to business, and living out his life just like every other normal boy his age. That's what he yearned. Time and time again he would contest with his father over his own future.

But Ward blamed you for this change. Although you had only ever supported Rafe in his ambitions, never once having had any influence on his future endeavours.

It was too much. Life on figure 8 was not for you, and whilst you struggled on the cut, at least you felt at home. You were accepted.

You knew you'd never be the girl that Rafe could take home to his parents proudly. You couldn't be the girl that Rafe could parade in town without the dirty looks from others.

But Rafe never cared about that. His love for you was infinite and all he could ever ask for was to have you by his side. He didn't care if his parents never approved, as long as you were with him.

"I'm not trying to make it about myself, Rafe, but can you just hear me out?" your voice cracked, your raw emotions spilling out through every syllable. Rafe sat on a nearby chair hunched over and elbows rested on his knees. His eyes shot straight at yours. His chest heaving up and down, as if he'd just ran a mile. You could see the barriers had begun to reassemble. All your hard work to have him trust you slowly deteriorating in front of your eyes.

You took his silence as an opportunity to speak, "you have got to understand how incredibly difficult this is for me. I wish we could have worked out, and forget this all ever happened, but I can't, Rafe. Your parents despise me, the whole town looks at me like I'm an alien. I can't bear it anymore. Every day I think about how much life would be so much easier for you if I wasn't around. You and Ward would not have to constantly fight over me and you could join your family dinners again without it being so awkward and tense."

Somewhere in the middle of your spiel, a river of tears burst through your barriers. Rafe's eyes softened but you couldn't miss the intensity of his stare. It was physically painful to watch him slowly reeling into himself, shutting himself out from you.

"You think that if you weren't around my dad and I wouldn't be fighting? We fight every single day, even before you, if it's not about you it's about my schooling, it's about my friends, it's about what I'm wearing, what I'm saying, what I didn't say or do." Rafe stood up again, walking closer to you, his hands moving around as he spoke.

"My dad and I have never seen eye to eye, and yes that bothered me before, but after I met you I stopped caring. I thought that you didn't care about what they said, or anyone for that matter, and that gave me motivation to do the same. To stop caring about what my parents thought of me, I thought we were on the same boat. Why didn't you fucking tell me you were feeling this way?" Rafe was now bellowing at this point. You weren't certain if his family were around, but if they were then they for sure could hear every bit of this argument. They'd probably be celebrating your break up.

"Rafe-"

"Why didn't you fucking say anything? I trusted you to tell me, I trusted you enough to tell you what the fuck goes on in my head, and you can't do the same? We could have worked this out, we could have done something. I could have fucking reassured you, but you're fucking selfish and you only think for yourself. You don't think this is hard for me too? I hear them and I see them every day, y/n."

"I'm so sorry, Rafe," you croaked out, a river of tears flowing down your face. Rafe's face was contorted in pain and in anger. His face an angry red tone and a scowl etched onto his features.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't let what they say go, I'm sorry I didn't speak sooner. I'm sorry that I'm putting you through all of this. But if this is being selfish, then I'm sorry too. I have never felt so damn insignificant and unworthy until I step foot on figure 8. You have been so good to me, you have never been at fault, Rafe. But I can't stay here. They're brutal, and I just might not be as strong as you thought I was."

You stood up, and wiped the tears on your cheeks. Rafe looked down at you, whatever trust he had in you, completely dead and buried deep down. You waited for him to respond, but you realised that he was done. Your relationship was done. You turned your back and head straight for the exit.

Rafe's resolve collapsed the moment you closed the door. His life falling away at his very feet, and there was nothing he could do about it.

What upset him the most was that he was willing to fight, to work through the issues and get through this together. But after you so effortlessly ended things, with little to no fight, he grasped just how useless it would have been. You were set on your decision, and there was no changing that. Even if he wanted to reach out to you, to hold you close again. To feel you against his skin and have you soothe his aching heart. He couldn't do anything.

#rafe cameron #drew starkey #rafe cameron x reader #drew starkey x reader #outerbanks #outerbanks x reader #rafe cameron angst #rafe obx #outerbanks rafe #rafe imagine #rafe x reader #outerbanks angst #rafe cameron imagine

96 notes · View notes

lumizwrld · 2 months

Text

ＰＲＯＦＥＳＳＩＯＮＡＬ✯

"I love, you love. This love, we're professional..."

➢ !Dom¡ Ryohei Arisu ♥︎ Afro-Latina Reader

☕︎ word count ・3.2k (This late ass lil Valentine's Day smut, I'm so mad bc I wanted to post this on valentines Day but I ended up changing some things around.♥︎)

⚠︎NSFW WARNING⚠︎

cw ✐ outside the borderland universe, valentines day sex, shy arisu turning into dom, sensual, passionate, roughness, dirty talking, teasing, arisu eating reader out, cowgirl, missionary, reverse cowgirl, swallowing, submissive reader, moaning, whimpering, groaning, arisu being a good boyfriend, only Arisu Ryohei's perspective

✍︎ Summary = Not only had it been Valentine's Day, but it was also the day that Arisu showed his all to you. Being your boyfriend of just 1 year, he wanted to end this Valentine's Day off with a banger. As you're met with his surprise, you also find him hiding away from you (knowing his cowardness). After met, you encountered with his aggression, his frustration with himself, handing it all out to you in the most sinful way. ✧

It felt like she was never going to walk through that door, time unexpectedly reached a standstill lingering for her urgently to open that door and die from the death-defining adornment of all my love scattered through the apartment loft.

Anxious, I spent hours trying to find the best-looking outfit I could find and made sure it was her favorite color. Midori, the creation of yellow and blue. A green dress suit that complimented black pants and a pair of dress shoes embodied on me. I only desired perfection yet, she wouldn't want it any different. She would be happy even if I wore black sweats and a white t-shirt. From what I can recall earlier, she preached, “Please don’t go overboard about today, when I come back home, let's just smoke and lay in each other's arms? That could be our lil Valentine's Day right there." however, I feel like sometimes she doesn’t know how tenacious I can be when I listen to her.

Call it crazy, I was never the type to do anything so grand as this. Granted, I’m best with my hands yet I’d never expected to create an outbreak of devotion to her. Petals of roses scattered all over the floor, the flame of the candles shining so bright like an August day, inhaling the air of romance in the atmosphere, and centering the stage with her favorite songs faintly singing their way throughout the place….

God, she's gonna kill me…

“Shit Y/N, stop making me panic like crazy just hurry please…” I prayed in my head, disregarding the fact that the more I kept my eyes on the door the more I’d be tempted to faint. “C’mon baby, make it home quick.”

Pacing, fidgeting of fingers as I tried to ignore how nervous I was. “Shit.” I groaned to myself, placing my arms behind my head. For a moment, I thought I heard keys fidgeting at the door. Anxiety rushed all over me again, striding toward the door and then taking a slight step back.

“Fuck,” I groaned, “I-I can’t do this…” I uttered in my head.

“Baby I’m home-“ She spoke before being astounded at the place. I could sense her soft footsteps kissing the floor, loving every moment of this affection. Nonetheless, I hid in the master bathroom. Heart pulsating out my chest, I had no clue why I felt terrified to meet her.

She drives me crazy, I hate the way I get with her…

I hate that she tenses me up without doing absolutely anything to me…

Her gentle voice sang out my name yet I refused. It was guilt, agitation, and love fighting in my body right now. I couldn’t regulate to move.

“Ryohei? Where are you amor come out,” She questioned, sauntering up the stairs to the bedroom. “Baby you don’t understand how in love I am with the place. You didn’t have to do this.”

“G-Give me a second hani, I-I’m in the bathroom.” I notified her, head thrown into my palms as I elongated a groan.

“Hey…” She expressed, embracing her body against the bathroom door. “Don’t hide from me. Don’t be nervous baby, I love what you did. Thank you for that.”

A weak giggle flew from my lips, “Hani I’m fine I swear. I just had to use the bathroom that’s all. You love it huh?”

I could hear her voice pitch up scarcely, chuckling while battling to open the door for me. “Ryohei c’mon, I wanna see you.”

Hesitated, my hands trembling as if the temperature plunged in the room. I held my breath for an instant, my hand reaching out for the knob. A slight turn for the lock, gradually opening the door was all I needed to do before her eyes lit with a thousand stars.

“Hi…” I spoke, shoving my hands in my pockets as her eyes scrutinized my frame.

“You went all out for me,” She confessed, creeping closer to me with her hands elevated towards my chest. “You look so handsome cariño, oh my god…” She adored, inclining her head against my neck.

“I’m sorry for-“

“I know it’s okay, you went all out for me I know this probably overwhelmed you.”

“I just feel like I made this awkward now. I hid away from you and it’s like…I’ve been waiting for you all day you don’t understand mama I-

How swiftly, her lips shut my doubts up. Her fingers, locked themselves up behind my waist. Her tongue, communicating with mine. She made me melt in her embrace, I didn’t know where to position my hands. It was so bad how this kiss instantly made me desperate for her.

My head tilted inwards, permitting her hand to crawl up my back to the strands of my hair. She certainly knew for a fact that this was all gonna be in her control yet, I desired things to change for a second. Her free hand seizes my neck as her kisses trailed down my lips to my jawline. I guess this was her turn to show me her devotion to me cause, it had me to a point where it illustrated all over my face how badly I wanted to touch her beautiful body. All her pent from work, relieved from my bare hands. Even though she was always the one to command, I yearned for this to be all about her.

“How was work baby?” I communicated, my hand going for the back of her head as she made love to my neck.

“It was slow, but…All I thought about was you. I couldn't wait to get here.”

“That's…” I spoke before sighing at her gentle bites. “Good to hear baby, I've just been doing this all day.”

“I can tell, you do love me.” She whispered in my ear. Kissing it gradually, she was luring me deeply into her pool of lust.

“C’mon baby, let me take this off you.” I offered, taking her coat off. As she became free from the restriction of her puffer coat, her hands latched onto my entire body. “Baby, it's okay you don't gotta rush.”

“It's not me rushing, you deserve this.”

“I deserve this? All I did was just show you how much you mean to me, you always show me how much you love me. Granted I do, but I wanna do it in a form-”

I could feel her taking the lead, slowly walking back to the bed as she clung to me. “Mi amor, you talk too damn much. Just look pretty and let me do everything okay?”

I giggled, “Alright don't fuck with me like that."

She giggled in unison, “You’re everything to me. I love you, but you need to realize how much you are worth. You're worth everything fucking thing on this planet.”

I guess this was it.

I guess this is where it ends.

All this shyness, is gone.

I guess, this was where I made a mark.

I pushed her onto the bed, leaping on top of her frame. My hands grasping her neck as if she disrespected every inch of me. This went along with a harsh, desperate kiss.

I heard a whimper, yet that didn't cross my mind at all. I could tell she was surprised with every bit of emotion rushing throughout her body in this moment. Mainly, I was focused on one thing.

“Nobody’s ever told me that before until I met you. You love me too damn much, that's one thing I fucking hate about you. I hate how you make me feel this way and don't let me do anything in return.” I spoke right in her ear, her pants in mine as a form of a response.

“Ryohei…” She sighed.

“I want you,” I demanded, finding my way down my belt buckle. “I want you to let me do everything.”

Her hands reached on my belt, supporting me with unbuckling. Crazy, it seemed like I had her wrapped around my finger.

Assertive, her hand went inside my pants.

Heart felt, the way I spoke in her ear.

Temptation, her hands trying not to go any further.

“I won't stop you at all.”

“Y/N…”

“Do it please, I promise I won't stop you.”

Her desperate hands found me in my boxers, exposing myself on her own. Her kisses deprived my lips again, this time with a sense of belonging to be submitted to me.

Her defeat, she wanted this from me all along.

So in my response...

Don't hold this back, let it out….

First, it was me losing myself in between her legs.

Her thighs were gripped with my cold hands as I kissed the lips of her deprived pussy, darting into her eyes while I licked her sensitive clit. She felt the exhilaration instantly, her hands lost in my hair as she whimpered for me to slow down and stop. Still, such a beautiful woman who doesn't know how hard-headed I can be.

"Fuck." She moaned, "Ryohei just like that, lick me like that."

I answered her demands, licking her til she would see stars while I had my free hand teasing the entrance of her hymen. Entreating her right, she kept trying to close her legs yet I retained them open with all my might.

"You're all in my mouth." I teased, "All in my mouth."

She winced, panting at my fingers fucking her, imitating what I had planned for in a moment. Her begs and cries, all in my ear like a siren luring in a sailor. She had me hypnotized.

"I've never been so jealous of fingers in my life." I teased once again, "Mama, why are you holding yourself back?"

"I-I'm not."

"No?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Why are you lying to me?" I spoke, inching myself up to her face. "Don't lie to me."

I then lost myself in her eyes, brushing her hair from her cheeks. Nobody said anything, just a swift grab from her back, switching positions that transitioned this moment.

Her warm skin was positioned on top of me as her hand latched on my chest while straining to place me inside her. Her eyes revealed all her lust, how she begged for me without even saying a word. Gradually, she consumed all of me. Songs in unison, allowing me to thrust deep inside her warmth. It was as if this was the last day we'd be together. Who would have known, I'd be the one in control of this.

“Hold my hands mama, let me help you.” I panted, observing her lustful face as her body fucked with mine. “Nobody can hear you let it out for me baby.”

“Don't say that Ryohei.” She moaned, tossing her head back.

“Why?” I conversed, “The way I'm talking to you, does it bother you?”

“You know exactly what you're doing.” She groaned, vigorously grinding herself to the profound thrusts I provided.

“Tell me then, what am I exactly doing then? Speak to me mama, tell me what I'm doing to you.” Overstimulated, her hands released mine and grasped on my neck. This encouragement I gave was gonna finish with something grand I persisted to myself. However, it seemed like even when this is finished. She's gonna want more.

My cold hands rushed to her nipples, caressing them with gentle squeezes. The evil giggles she made that were intended with lust filled my ears, moaning afterward when I brought her close for me to suck on.

“I want you on top.” She panted faintly.

“What did you say?” I questioned, slowing my strokes.

“Please,” She panted, “Get on top of me.”

My eyes dilated, soon switching positions. She looked so innocent, like a porcelain doll. So fragile if I were to even touch her, she’d break. My arms found themselves beside her head as she held the support placing me inside her again. Silk soft legs, trapping me around my waist as a so-called embrace.

“Is this a trap?”

“What are you gonna do if I say yes?”

Aggressive, I thrusted once. Her gasp left her lips however before getting just a slight exhale, I placed my index finger right inside her needy mouth. Creeping myself closer to her face, she was like a model, a sight of pure beauty to me. This was all mine.

All of her was mine...

All of mines, to ruin...

Sounds of sin, the aroma of sex, the sloppiest of kisses, the sensing of sweaty skin, all at once could be seen as a form of art. My hand went from her lips to fondling her chin as the other maintained my balance, compelling her to look directly into my eyes as I slowly stroked up the pace.

“You want it like this baby?” I moaned, observing her surrender her beautiful body to me. "Tell me your beautiful thoughts I promise it won't hurt to just tell me."

“I-I can’t,” She panted, straining to fuck me in unison. “Control me fuck, I feel like such a whore Ryohei I'm sorry-”

“No no, fuck me like a whore then, don’t be scared baby. Show me how much of whore you can be to me.” I encouraged her, leaving her to snatch my hand and kiss my fingers, slowly suckling them.

“Ruin me, ruin me.” she entreated. First my thumb, then my index finger along with my middle. She replicated what she would do to me, It was to a point where I could die right from how much of a slut I turned her into. Neediness overfilling her eyes as she wished for me to cum...

Was it bad that I faintly felt it?

“Ruin? Did I bother you too much hani? I'm sorry, that's all my fault. Isn't it?” I giggled, moaning afterward.

“Don’t apologize,” she panted, removing my damp hair that began to cover my eyes from the thrusting. “I love everything you’re doing to me.”

“I forgot to tell you how beautiful you looked today. Mama is this what you want from me?" I intended, my lips inches away from hers. "Yes, this is what you want, right? You want me to talk to you like this when I fuck you like this baby? Tell me I know you do." Brown profound eyes, darting right into her soul as she hesitates to choose which action to make, panting or moaning her heart out of the pleasurable feeling of me penetrating her swollen pussy. Her grip was so strong I couldn't help but moan to her embrace on it.

Her eyes were in such worry yet, smiling like a complete slut at my weakness. Her right hand on my neck, resisting herself to combust from me. “Keep talking like that and I swear I’ll cum all on you.”

“Do it, mark all the things that belong to you. Mark your territory baby, cum on my dick.” I intended, deepening my penetration to hit her where it hurts.

Her head was sunken into the pillow and her hand that existed on my neck soon felt her body. Rushing hands, all on her breast. Generously squeezing her nipple to the stimulation, god it was all my fault she acted this way with me. Her luscious lips were soon bitten. I could tell she was starting to feel her climax.

“I…I can’t…Ryohei…” She moaned, arching her back leaving me to slide my hand under. Obtaining her close, I departed subtle kisses on her neck down to her chest.

“Do everything on me. Like I said before, show me how much of a slut I turned you into.” I groaned, maneuvering my head to her deprived breasts, brushing her finger away to allow placement of my tongue on her nipples. Sucking passionately, I offered her soft bites to signify my admiration to her breast instead of just her pussy and her lips. And so, just when I thought this session would last for a while longer, I winced at myself gaining a strong sense of sensitivity. “Tell me where you want me to cum mama, give me what you want.”

She panted, “No, no don’t do it yet, please. I wanna keep going please, don’t stop Ryohei please.”

I awed, “I’m making you feel good, aren’t I? You want more of me huh?”

“S-Shut up.”

“Shut up? Mama think before you speak. You said you love everything I’m doing, right?” I taunted, pulling out of her. “You told me to ruin you, don’t take back anything.”

“R-Ryohei why did you-”

She found herself on top of me again, this time her eyes darting to the ceiling. My grip, so profound, and down on the stands of her hair, her back arched to the tension. Devouring, her needy pussy embracing my dick made my body rush with nerves. God, I’d loved to watch her fuck me if we placed mirrors on the ceiling. Observing her face full of pain from my thrusts, her perky nipples all alone likewise yet the hypnotic bouncing would be such a movie I’d reminisce every single fucking day.

“Lose yourself to me Y/N, let me be the only one to see you like this. I wanna be the only one to make you this filthy.”

The exertion she had was overwhelming mine, I felt depleted to where I lost grasp of her hair. She sensed me discharging, “Amor, please. Don’t stop please, let me help you.” She pleaded, going on all fours. “I need you.”

The minute she slid up, I directly jerked up from the sensation on my tip. Yet, she never left that spot. I worshiped every moment, her pussy fucking my tip knowing damn well she desired for me to cum.

“You want it inside you mama? Advise me.” I demanded, seizing her arms and bearing them back aggressively, gasping on her back. “Let me do it inside you, let me cum inside you.”

“Do it then Ryohei, let it out please.”

“Y/N, I'm starting to...W-Wait I feel it.”

My eyes latched, throwing my head back as I moaned as loud with all the strength I still had.

Yet, this feeling only grew stronger.

Grasping my hair, I couldn’t help to sustain my body from all this pleasure.

But, once I opened my eyes. Her beautiful eyes were met with mine, but her mouth was full of me.

“I thought…I thought I came inside you….” I huffed, wincing at her subtly licking me.

“You really did lose yourself." She giggled, following her tongue down my shaft.

“Fuck,” I huffed, “You're an evil woman y’know?”

“Yeah, you know I love you right?”

“Uh-huh”

Her tongue had found a home on my dick, licking my hardened tip as she motionlessly kept her gaze on me. “Good, I want you to remember that.” She grinned, spitting on it as she watched me jolt up again.

“Y-Y/N!?…” Whines, the pain yet pleasure filled my soul. Seizing her hair, I forcefully fucked myself into her filthy mouth for a moment. “That’s what you wanted huh? All of me in your mouth right like this?”

Her soft giggles flew in the air, “Yeah, it seems like you wanted it more than me.”

I soon hauled her up to my face, kissing her passionately as I released her from my grasp.

Once again, she got on top of me but soon began wrapping the covers on us. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” I spoke, caressing her in my arms as I kissed her forehead. “God, you took everything outta me.”

As we snuggled in each other’s arms, it went silent. Taking in this void of quietness, my lips soon parted those soft, heavenly words of...

“Hani, I forgot to tell you once you got home...Happy Valentine’s Day.♥︎"

49 notes · View notes

satansapostle6 · 4 months

Text

Kids | Rodrick Heffley

Spotify Playlist Link

Rodrick Heffley becomes obsessed when he finally meets his thirty-five year old band mate, Bill Walter’s, younger sister.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Drug use. Sexual content. Violence.

“The Perks of Being A Disappointment”

“Meet the Fuckers”

Rodrick was so nervous for his parents to meet Sara as his girlfriend for the first time, he had to change his shirt a second time because he sweat through it. Greg certainly wasn’t making the whole situation any easier on him, so he had to cope on his own.

“Mom! Have you seen my tie?!”

Greg looked out into the hallway at his older brother in confusion.

“Why do you need your tie?” Susan questioned. “You do know, you’re not the one meeting us, right?”

“Mom, will you just tell me where my tie is?” Rodrick whined, running around frantically.

“I don’t know, honey, I have to finish up dinner.”

Sara arrived at the Heffley house for dinner about a half hour later. Too nervous to allow her to speak to either of his parents right off the bat, Rodrick ran towards the front door once she texted him saying she’d arrived.

“Thank God you’re here early,” he sighed.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” Sara demanded, stepping over the threshold.

“I was thinking the same thing,” Greg remarked as he came down the stairs.

She had showed up to the house wearing jeans and a black, long sleeved sweater that was both simple and conservative. Rodrick noticed she had even gone through the trouble of removing all of her makeup, still managing to draw attention even with just her thin, fluffy brows, long lashes, and septum piercing.

“What, you don’t like it?” Rodrick’s eyes widened in a panic.

“No, baby, I love it.”

Realizing just how worried he’d been this entire time, Sara took his face in her hands, lightly kissing his lips.

“Wait, so you two really are dating?” Greg stated.

“Yeah,” Sara nodded, waiting for it to sink in.

“Is he paying you, or something?”

“Fuck off! I’m trying to have a conversation with my girlfriend,” Rodrick growled.

“Rodrick! Language!” Susan Heffley appeared from around the corner, taking a moment to realize Sara had arrived. “Sara. Hi,” she said in embarrassment, looking flustered.

“Hi, Mrs. Heffley,” Sara greeted her amiably.

“Dinner will be ready soon… You kids just stick around,” the woman smiled awkwardly.

“Did you need any help in the kitchen?” Sara asked politely. “I can help you with whatever you need,” she said hopefully, trying to form a bond with her boyfriend’s mother.

“Um… That’s very sweet of you, honey, but I think I’m okay,” Susan smiled.

“Sure, no problem,” Sara responded, awkwardly smoothing back her shoulder-length blonde hair.

“Food will be ready in a minute. Rodrick, set the table.”

Rodrick turned back to his girlfriend, letting her follow along as he grabbed utensils for the table. Eventually, the rest of the Heffley family gathered around the table as Susan set the food on the table. Sara sat beside Rodrick, feeling him reach for her hand, feeling nervous as he watched his family settle in, hoping they wouldn’t completely embarrass him.

“Mmm. The mashed potatoes are really good, Mrs. Heffley,” Sara commended.

“Thank you,” she smiled as she ate.

Eventually, the conversation between Sara and Rodrick and the adults came to another natural lull.

“Say, how’s your Mom doing, Sara?” Frank spoke up, anxious about the silence. “I heard she left her job at the bank a while back. How long was she there, like, thirty years?” he asked, impressed.

“Yeah, like thirty, thirty-one years,” Sara nodded, “Randy wanted her to work from home,” she cleared her throat, not expecting the topic to affect her.

“Randy… That’s your stepfather?” he recalled.

“Yeah,” Sara tried to force a smile to hide her bitterness.

“What?” Frank asked curiously, not meaning anything by it. “He’s not a nice guy?”

“Dad…” Rodrick warned.

“Rodrick, he’s only asking a question,” Susan sighed, “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

Rodrick scowled, about to mouth off before Sara wrapped a hand gently around his bicep, trying to pacify him.

“It’s fine, uh, Randy’s… He’s my brother’s dad,” Sara tried to find a way to be positive.

“You know, being a step-parent isn’t easy,” Susan pointed out, unnecessarily contrarian. “I’ve covered that in my column.”

“What do you know about step-parenting?” Greg interjected, before earning a pointed glare from his father.

“My friend’s husband is good friends with Randy Sharpe. He’s a very pleasant man,” Susan offered.

“Have you even met him?!” Rodrick asked impatiently.

“Rodrick. It’s fine,” Sara brushed it off, already uncomfortable and overstimulated.

“You should appreciate him,” Susan offered, “I’m sure he makes a lot of sacrifices for your family.”

In spite of what she felt on the inside, Sara just nodded, her face twisted with discomfort.

“Appreciate that asshole? Really?” Rodrick felt offended at the idea. “The same douchebag that made her mom give up a good job just so she could do his dishes?!”

“Rodrick, I said it’s fine,” Sara gritted her teeth.

He just looked at her, a mixture of rage and anguish on his face as he realized a scene wasn’t what she wanted. Every bone in his body told him that retaliating was the right way to stand up for her, but he went against his better instincts in an attempt to respect her wishes.

“This is going well, huh, guys?” Greg remarked with a smile on his face, amusing no one.

“Mommy! Juice!” Manny interrupted, as Susan immediately turned to tend to him.

“So, Sara, do you have any plans for after high school?” Frank redirected the table conversation.

“Uh, not exactly,” Sara thought, “I just kinda need to keep working… I thought I’d stay at the restaurant until I can find a good apprenticeship.”

“Apprenticeship?” Frank looked at her with curiosity. “What kind of an apprenticeship?”

“At a tattoo shop,” she told him. “I’ve been working on a portfolio.”

“You’re… planning on doing tattoos for a living?” he asked her, having to adjust to the idea.

“Yeah,” she nodded with a smile.

“She’s really good, Dad,” Rodrick piped up, “Like, really good. It’s the best art I’ve ever seen.”

“Okay,” Frank murmured emptily, eyes far away as he tried to process.

“Rodrick, you also think Beavis and Butt-Head is the best show you’ve ever seen,” Susan reminded him.

“It is!” he shouted defensively.

“So Sara, do you have a backup plan?” Mrs. Heffley asked. “I mean, in case things don’t pan out?”

“Yeah, I have my job at the restaurant… I could probably make manager soon enough. Those positions open up pretty often, and I’ve been there a while, and I do some of the same work now,” Sara replied.

“You’re not… going to college?” Susan asked, looking as if she were about to have a small aneurysm.

“Well, I… I know I probably should, but I don’t really do well in school environments. I have ADHD. I’m better at just… being paid to do things,” she said more softly.

“I can understand that,” Frank chuckled, looking at his wife to find a dissatisfied scowl on her face. “I mean… College is good. It’s the way to go,” he corrected himself quickly.

“You really don’t think you can try, just… focusing a little harder?” Susan asked her thoughtfully.

“ADHD kind of defeats that purpose,” Sara thought.

“You can’t confine yourself to these labels, honey… I mean, for years, Rodrick’s teachers have been telling me he’s got ADHD, but with proper time management and structure, he could do well in his classes,” she informed her. “ADHD, anxiety… These are just tactics, to get people to turn to shortcuts and medication instead of actually helping themselves.”

Sara just stared at her blankly, at a complete loss for words. She figured it was like she almost got to the right conclusion, but took a sharp left. Sara glanced over at Rodrick trying to gauge how he was doing and now, he was still completely silent, just staring down at his lap.

“I, uh… I don’t know, Mrs. Heffley, I just don’t think school is good for me,” she tried to phrase her words as delicately as possible.

“How can school not be good for you?” Susan Heffley asked her. “A bachelor’s degree, at the very least, can help you get jobs you’d never be able to get without one.”

“Mom, she could become the manager of her restaurant soon enough if she wanted to. And her mom became assistant manager at the bank without a college degree,” Rodrick recited, remembering every detail about her life that Sara had given him.

“Yeah, but I mean, is that what you want?” Susan asked her. “To become a bank teller at eighteen, and never leave?”

Sara tried to contain the way her words started to actually sting. She’d heard a lot growing up, about her family and family history. She’d been looked down upon by a lot of people, but never before had it actually mattered to her. Knowing she needed to get out before she said or did something she regretted, Sara slammed her fork down on her plate, letting it clatter loudly as she stormed off.

“Mom! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Rodrick jumped up in anger.

“Rodrick!” Frank yelled at him.

“Why would you say something like that?! All of it! All night, all you’ve done is be rude, and mean to Sara. What the fuck did she do to you?!” he scoffed. “She made an effort, the kind of thing you go crazy for! She was nice to you, and she went out of her way to forgive you every time you said some bullshit! Maybe Sara’s not the one who’s bad for me!” Rodrick shouted, running off after her.

Mortified, Susan looked at her husband, unsure of what to do. Despite not appreciating the outburst, Frank Heffley still saw exactly why Rodrick and Sara were both upset.

Rodrick anxiously searched the house, inside and out, for Sara, not sure where she would go. He initially thought she might’ve gone out for a smoke, but instead, he found her alone in his bedroom, sitting on his bed as she wrapped her arms around herself, looking broken.

“Hey, baby,” Rodrick said worriedly, putting his arm around her as he tried to make her feel less cold and alone, “Are you okay?”

Sara held back her tears as best as she could, breath shaky as she spoke.

“I… I tried so hard to make her like me. And I never do that with people,” she shook her head at the idea. “I thought it would work…”

“I’m so sorry,” Rodrick apologized, feeling guilty, “I really didn’t think she’d actually treat you like that, I thought she’d see how sweet you are, and how smart you are…”

“That never seems to be enough,” she murmured, understanding the bitter irony.

“No, no, baby…” Rodrick desperately tried to find a way to comfort her, holding her head against his shoulder to try and make her feel better. “You’re more than enough. You’re perfect,” he promised her.

“It doesn’t matter. People never seem to think so,” Sara scoffed, “They don’t want to. It doesn’t matter what I do; people just want to hate me.”

“Then they’re stupid,” Rodrick didn’t miss a beat, “Even if they’re my mom.”

“Rodrick, honey?” Susan rushed into the room.

Sara didn’t look up as Rodrick glanced at her in anger.

“Mom! Haven’t you done enough?!” he yelled. “This whole time, all you’ve done is find new ways to insult Sara! Even though she’s been nothing but nice to you, even when you didn’t deserve it!”

“Rodrick, Sara…” she said quietly. “I came to apologize.”

“I don’t want your apology!” Sara exclaimed frustratedly, finally breaking her silence. “I don’t wanna hear it anymore! I don’t wanna sit here and take your pity any more than I want the insults. I get it. You don’t like me, you don’t like my lifestyle. You don’t have to. If you wanna just never talk to each other again, we can just do that.”

“No, honey, I don’t want that,” Susan promised her. “I wanna get to know the girl my son’s dating.”

“Well, it seems like the more you know, the less you like about me.”

“No, that’s not true,” Susan said, clearly distraught. “I didn’t mean all those things I said… I just… I don’t know, I’ve never seen someone understand Rodrick the way you do,” sighed in defeat.

“So what, you thought you’d push me away?” Sara guessed.

“No… I just… I thought if I could find something wrong with you, then the way you help Rodrick wouldn’t mean anything,” Susan admitted.

“Wait, you think she helps me?” Rodrick demanded, shocked to find that she actually recognized that.

“Yes. I do,” she insisted. “I think Sara gives you a sense of self worth, and motivates you to do things. You haven’t even known each other all that long, but I think Sara’s actually a good influence on you. You seem happier, and more awake.”

Both of them were left silent, for different reasons.

“Sara, what I said to you was rude, and unforgivable. I understand if you can’t find it in you to forgive me, I wouldn’t either,” Susan reasoned. “But… I really want you to know you shouldn’t listen to what I said. I’m sorry for what I said about you, and your family. Those were inexcusable things to say to another person.”

“Yeah,” Sara admitted, her voice somewhat hoarse.

After the full apology, she found that she no longer really cared about what had been said.

“I don’t care about it anymore,” she decided. “It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not,” Susan said earnestly. “If you want to scream at me, I completely understand.”

“No. I don’t,” Sara stated. “I just… hope you know that Rodrick’s the person you should be apologizing to,” she reminded her.

Susan looked up at her oldest son, realizing the damage that had been inflicted, that night, and even before that.

“Oh, Rodrick… I’m sorry. You were trying to do a nice thing, a really nice thing, for us, and… your girlfriend, and I wish I could’ve been more mindful of that,” she sighed. “I know I probably don’t deserve to be… but I’m really proud of you, and who you’ve become. Trying to get us all to be polite, when we meet your new girlfriend? That’s a very mature thing to do.”

“It’s… It’s okay, Mom,” Rodrick decided, feeling bad for his mother as Sara squeezed his hand to offer him security.

“Okay,” she said in surprise, not expecting to be forgiven, “Why don’t I… give you two some privacy? You’re both welcome to come back down whenever you’re ready, but Sara, if you just want to leave, without saying goodbye to any of us, I totally understand. Door stays open, though.”

“Mom!”

Susan disappeared downstairs, as Rodrick flopped down on his bed, arms behind his head as Sara gently nuzzled into the space beside him, her head resting on his chest.

“Why are all families like this?” Rodrick sighed exhaustedly.

“I don’t know. But, if you have one that’s actually willing to apologize, you’re not totally fucked,” she supplied.

“You know I care about you?” Rodrick said suddenly, as the tears burned his eyes. “Like, so much?”

“Hey, I know,” she promised him, hurt by how worked up he seemed. “I feel the exact same way about you.”

“But, I hate when anyone does anything to you,” he professed, “I wanna punch someone in the face any time you don’t have the best day ever. You deserve everything, so much more than I got.”

“But I could never want anything more than you’ve got,” she reminded him. “I like the way you care for me. And only you.”

“Really?” he asked, knowing she could have a million better boyfriends if she wanted.

“You’re the one I wanna be with. First thing in the morning, last thing before I go to sleep,” she promised.

“Come here,” he sighed, snaking his arm around her frame as he held her close, never to let go. “One day…. I’m gonna be famous, and you’re gonna be a princess. For real.”

“Okay,” Sara agreed, closing her eyes dreamily.

“I mean it. I’ll be able to buy you anything and everything. I don’t even know what I could buy you… But I’ll buy it all.”

“I think you’re starting to take up space in my heart,” Sara admitted.

“I think I’d rather trust you to keep both of ours safe.”

French Inhale

#rodrick heffley #rodrick rules #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #rodrick x reader #doawk rodrick #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley x y/n #doawk #diary of a wimpy kid #devon bostick #rodrick fanfic

80 notes · View notes

legacygirlingreen · 10 months

Text

Part 3 : Stardust // Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Authors note:

I hope part 3 is worth the wait because… well it’s definitely… heating up a tad 😉 Thanks again to the awesome @hyunrikim , love you so much seriously for the ideas with writing the more spicy scenes… and @localravenclaw for the permission to throw her lovely AI Sebastian image in the cover art this time (seriously it’s beautiful and I love it 😭). Anyways… hope you all enjoy…

Word count: 8,500 +

Warnings: NSFW content, slight mentions of breeding/pregnancy (only if you squint on the second - no one actually gets knocked up!) , Minors Do Not Engage, 18+

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/legacygirlingreen/713709759369560064/part-1-becoming-a-proper-gentlemen?source=share

Part 3: Stardust

Sebastian wiped the sweat that had accumulated near his hairline with the back of his left hand while he continued to dry the wood table with his right. Since he’d started working at the 3 Broomsticks he found carrying around a rag at all times to be helpful, given there were often spills in this line of work.

He hadn’t even been back with everyone at the castle for five minutes before he was using the Floo network to travel to the tavern, practically begging on his hands and knees to Ms. Ryan for employment in his spare time. The conversation had gone over quite honestly, and as he continued to clean the mess left by one of their regular patrons he remembered the words the witch had told him.

“Whatever do you need a job for Sebastian? You are in school. You need to be focused on your studies. I am sure your parents would not be thrilled with the idea of you splitting your time this way…” she told him apprehensive to grant his request.

“I am only talking about the occasional evening and weekends Sirona please… It is very important to me that I am able to make the money on my own. Being here is much safer than the alternatives I have considered. Besides, I am old enough to be making decisions.” He told her, begging his case.

“What is it that you so desperately need the galleons for? If… if your family needs help covering for Anne you know you can always ask me for the assistance… I knew your parents quite well, and I refuse to watch you work yourself to death on Solomon’s behalf.” She explained, misreading the situations, but still offering from the kindness of her heart.

“It’s not… it’s not entirely to do with Anne. In fact, for the most part it isn’t.” He said, looking down sheepishly. Sebastian was anxious explaining himself to anyone besides Anne and Solomon, as they may not understand his witch came from different customs. While he was confident in his affections for the new student, he worried about the judgment he may face from others over their chosen course of actions.

“Sebastian, you know I am going to need more information than that…” she explained, trying to be gentle to the young man.

“I know, I know” he frustratingly ran his hand through his disheveled hair, looking around awkwardly suddenly aware the nosy sets of eyes upon him as he struggled, trying to find the words to say when he was interrupted.

“I need a hand grabbing one of the kegs from storage. Join me?” She asked. Sebastian realized she could just lift them with a simple charm, taking the moment of privacy the tavern owner so graciously was offering. He nodded, stepping through the doors to the back store, following her down into the cellar as the enchanted braziers on the wall lit up as they walked down the stairs.

“Alright, out with it. What trouble have you gotten yourself into Sallow? Whatever it is we ca-“ she started, immediately assuming the worst but when Sebastian shook his head she stopped speaking.

“I am not in trouble. Far from it actually…” he blushed, thinking of how to word his request and explain his current situation without looking like a love stricken fool.

“Is it to do with that girl? The new student? The one with you over the holiday?” She asked. Ever the astute Ravenclaw.

Sebastian nodded, clearing his throat while looking back at Sirona who eyed him curiously.

“I will say, you looked quite smitten, even after the troll attack. Then each time you’ve visited with her since… I’ve noticed a shift in you. I am correct in assuming it’s been because of her?” Sirona continued to dance around the subject.

“Yes… I have grown, quite attached to her.” He said, confirming the witch’s suspicions.

“You are saving up to gift her something I assume? That’s why you need the money? I am sure if you plan to get something from a shop here I could work out a few days work in exchange -“ Sirona started but Sebastian interrupted.

“What I plan to get is not something sold here in Hogsmeade…” he explained.

“Curious… Not in Hogsmeade? Most things needed by witches and wizards are available in town. What’s the occasion? A birthday?” she inquired

“I want to ask her to Marry me. And I don’t intend on doing so without a ring. Solomon gave me some of my inheritance to get land for a home, but I… I want to work for the money for a ring.” He finally caved, giving her a full explanation.

Sirona remained silent, not entirely shocked at his confession as to why he needed the money. Seeing them together before Christmas had reminded her of watching her older friend and classmate with one Sampson Sallow…

“Well… I usually don’t employ students outside of the summer months… however lately it’s been quite rowdy on the weekends. I suppose having an extra hand could be nice. However, you have to promise me this won’t interfere with your schoolwork. Your mother would kill me if she knew I was taking you away from studying to serve butter beer.” She offered with an outstretched hand.

Sebastian promptly smiled, raising his hand to meet hers in a firm shake.

That had been over a month ago, and since then he’d spent almost every single Friday night, Saturday and Sunday on his feet from the moment the pub opened until they sent their last customer home. On more than one occasion he’d needed assistance getting back to his common room simply from the exhaustion.

He hadn’t fully lied to the girl either when she inquired about his sudden employment at the three broomsticks. Sirona had said she wanted assistance on weekends, and Ms. Ryan had been kind enough to play along with the excuse when questioned. The way the two had skirted inquires from the new Slytherin was admirable, to the point the girl hadn’t even questioned it anymore.

He was always grateful when Sirona would bid him goodnight and she would be waiting there under the streetlamp next to the floo flame, ready to head back with him. Sometimes she would be joined by Poppy or Natty, already out of the castle on an adventure, but she made it a priority to see him leaving his grueling shifts.

Even thinking now about how excited he was just to see her warm eyes under the lantern’s light once he got to step out of the stuffy pub into the cool air made him smile.

“Sallow, mind helping the table in the front?” Sirona called, breaking him out of his trance as he nodded, working his way to the small enclosed table near the front door. Watching his step carefully, attempting to avoid slipping on the wet floor coated in spilled drink and melted snow he didn’t look up until his feet were directly in front of the booth.

Upon doing so he was greeted with the welcome sight of his favorite companions, noses red from the cold, thick layers of winter clothes still wound tightly around their chilled bodies from the track from the school. Ominis was still attempting to warm his hands by rubbing them together, unfortunate enough to have to hold his wand out while he walked, while everyone else would’ve been able to keep theirs warm in their coat pockets.

Next to him sat one very excited looking Lucan, thankful to be included in a late night activity with the older students. Natty joined him, scolding him for running ahead, as she no doubly felt responsible for her younger housemate. As he looked around the table, he noticed Poppy Sweating giggling as… Imelda whispered in her ear… The sight both confounding him while also making total sense the more he thought about it. Lastly he looked to the other side of Ominis seeing his witch standing to greet him.

“Sorry if the group grew a bit too much, I only intended it to be Ominis and I, but word spread and-“ she was cut off as he quickly latched his hands onto her waist, joyfully lifting her into his arms and connecting their mouths. Breaking apart with a giggle he set her down at the brief exchange, expecting Imelda to make a nasty comment at their affection. Instead he found the Irish girl with her head propped up on her hand taking in the words of the young hufflepuff as if they were the only thing in the world to listen to.

Shaking his head he brought his attention back to the witch in his arms, eyes crossing with hers as he explained “Honestly you could’ve come here with Leander and I’d still be happy just getting to see you.” She knew he was exaggerating, as he found the Gryffindor boy to be the most repulsive of their classmates.

“Been a long day?” She asked, sensing the tiredness in his eyes and he nodded.

“Positively exhausting…” he leaned in closer, her cheeks growing warmer with anticipation of what he could be telling her in secret.

“Imelda and Poppy?” He phrased as a question as he leaned back with a smirk.

Smacking his shoulder she narrowed her eyes almost threateningly “Don’t you dare.”

Knowing she was right in the assumption he would taunt their housemate for her seemingly new crush on the cheery girl from their class he shook his head.

“How is it fair? She gets to taunt us, then gets off Scot free when it’s her turn” he pretended to pout but at this point only played along to get a rise out of the girl currently in his arms.

“I will hurt you myself Sebastian. Leave them be. They will come to realize it in their own time… besides… I don’t want to make it harder for them since people may look down on them for both being girls…” the way she expressed her concerns for her two friends not being accepted by his classmate made his heart melt. Looking over her shoulder to see the Slytherin girl working her green scarf around Poppy’s chilled skin made him realize that she may be correct to leave them be for now.

“You’re right. I shall leave it be… for now…” he jokingly teased

She leaned up to peck his cheek before coming off the tips of her toes, “thank you”. Sitting back next to Ominis, she quickly cast a warming charm on his gloves and he thanked her.

“6 butter beers?” He asked the group, everyone but Poppy and Imelda looking up with a nod.

“It is so cool that you work here now Sebastian! Dueling extraordinaire, top Slytherin Student, former quidditch star and now bar tender at the best pub in Scotland!” Lucan praised him as he smiled at the younger boy. He had always carried a soft spot for the younger boy, whose mischief and creative mind rivaled his own.

“You’re much to kind to him Brattleby. As I recall, he lost crossed wands to y/n.” Ominis said with a smirk. Hearing their housemate attempt to lower him was all it took for Imelda to snap out of Poppy’s trance as she looked up at him with a smirk.

“He also can’t hold a candle to her flying record” Imelda said looking directly at his eyes tauntingly. Natty and the young Gryffindor watched the exchange with widened eyes.

Sebastian looked from Imelda to Poppy with a smirk, before returning his gaze to her. When she realized what he’d done, the fire in her eyes shrunk, fearful he would comment on what he’d seen. Instead he surprised her by looking down to the girl who’d stolen his heart, opting to heed her warning and refrain from saying anything even jokingly.

“Oh I am fully aware that even inexperienced this one is far better than me. I consider myself lucky to be in her company most days. After all, that’s all one can hope for… to steal the heart of someone so wonderful… how have you been Poppy? You’ve hardly said a word. Come across any dragons again recently.” He said, attempting to get the eye off himself as Imelda quickly turned to the girl for an explanation and he slipped away to grab them a drink.

Once behind the bar Sirona came back up from the storeroom, watching the group as Poppy told them how her and his witch had rescued a dragon from illegal fighting rings. He had been privileged enough to hear about it shortly after it happened, as there were few secrets between them. One would think he would be possessive or even demanding she did not throw herself into danger, especially after the incident over their holiday, but Sebastian trusted her abilities. He knew asking her to refrain from such adventure would be like caging a bird. Despite his worry, he would never ask her to do such a thing.

“I figured you could use a break” Sirona said nodding towards the table.

“Thank you, sorry if I’ve seemed… distracted today.” He explained. He wasn’t fully sure why he’d been in his head for most of the day, but he found himself zoning out. Perhaps the exhaustion of 2 and a half straight days of working was getting to him.

“You’ve been working hard this last month. Your mother would be proud.” Sirona said, filling the last mug, setting it on the tray for him to grab. As he went to lift it from the counter he saw 7 instead of 6.

“They only needed -“ he started but she wasn’t having it.

“Take the rest of the night off, I’ve got it from here.” She explained, shooing him from behind the counter.

“But, I -“ again he started but she interjected, grabbing the rag on her shoulder and slapping him with it.

“I am paying you for the rest of the evening whether you work the shift or not. You are young, you’ve got your friends and your love right there. Consider it a thank you for the hard work the last few weeks.” She said shoving a small leather bag of galleons in his hand.

Sebastian promptly opened it, expecting to see knuts, perhaps a few sickles, but instead was shocked to find it filled to the brim with galleons. His eyes widened and nearly filled with tears at realizing how much money she’d given him.

“This is entirely too gracious Sirona, I can’t-“ he started in but she placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Take it. I haven’t been privileged enough to find someone of my own, but that doesn’t mean I don’t recognize true love when I see it.You’re a hard worker Sebastian. Definitely as kind hearted as Alice. Please take an advance. Work when you can, but focus on visiting Anne and making her happy right now.” She explained, recognizing how much he’d done even in such a short amount of time.

Sebastian pocketed the money, removing the apron from his body as he quickly cast a charm to clean his dirty clothes. “Thank you Sirona… at the very least let me help clean up once everyone leaves” he offered, feeling the need to continue to earn his wage.

“I think I could find that acceptable. Now go. Enjoy. It’s on the house” she said, shooing the young man away, smiling as he sat down next to the Slytherin girl at the end of the table, wrapping his arm around her as they all began enjoying their evening.

***** *****

“Hey watch those hands Lucan!” Sebastian taunted, watching the young boy’s face go even more red as he attempted to aid his witch in standing. The group had enjoyed a tad too much, and were making their way back to the school grounds without him. He’d entrusted the two Gryffindors, deeming them more responsible than the very distracted Poppy and Imelda, and not wanting Ominis to be on edge leading her around without sight.

“Of course, sorry Sebastian!” The boy’s voice squeaked out as he leaned down to hold her face in his palm.

“Don’t take too long” she pouted and he chuckled, kissing her forehead. Taking the ends of his scarf that she’d worn, he wrapped it around her gently.

“I won’t, but Sirona shouldn’t have to clean up on her own. Wait up for me when you get back?” He asked, hinting at her to wait in the Room of Requirement instead of their common room. She nodded vigorously as the two Gryffindor students carefully escorted her down the path and out of his view.

Returning inside he saw Sirona had done almost all the labor to clean that normally took them hours. The chairs were resting on the tables and she had an enchanted mop scrubbing the floor. She sat at the bar, rifling through a box filled with parchment, looking up when he re entered.

“I want you to come look at something, it should only take a moment. You’ll be back in time before curfew.” She explained and he nodded taking a seat next to her.

“Ah, here it is. Sliding a worn envelop into his hands, he saw the words “Ryan” on the outside in familiar handwriting without a first name.

“To my Dearest house Companion,

I was so glad to see you again since you graduated. It has been entirely too long, and I apologize for the briefness of our last encounter at Hogsmeade. The twins are still quite young and require much attention as you can imagine.

I was writing to see if you were doing alright. I must be honest, upon seeing you at the three broomsticks, I have been worried for you. I hope you received Sampson and I’s owl with some help to purchase the tavern, knowing it to be your dream now that it’s available. We had looked forward to seeing you running the place.

You looked very worn my dear, and I worry that you are harboring much anxiety. I have never pressed the conversation you have shared in confidence with me, atop the Ravenclaw rooftop that night. I have guarded your secrets, knowing that only myself and your friend Maribel to be the only ones who know the “real” you.

I hope you find this letter as encouragement. I have known you since you were sorted into our house. I have watched you grow. I have always known you to be such a strong and kind hearted witch. I can assure you, that letting others see you as such may provide a freedom you had not considered. I only offer such advice as I wish to see you happy, however please do not feel pressured if you are unready to be open with others.

Sampson and I shall be returning to Hogwarts in the fall, both of us accepting positions as professors. I am excited to be able to visit you more, and ask if there any way possible you could watch the twins during the day. We shall provide you money in exchange. Sebastian is getting to that age he just wants to be involved in everything, so while he may be young, I imagine he may actually provide great help.

Either way, please always remember how deeply cared for you are. You are one of the kindest souls I know. I look forward to seeing you again soon.

All my love,

Alice Sallow

P.S. I recently stumbled upon a beautiful spring in my travels, and it made me think of you. I believe the goddess Sirona, to have sent me a feeling to write to you, so attached you shall find a vial of her earthly blessings…

Sebastian held the letter in shock, knowing that he didn’t have memory of Sirona before she began watching them some days while their parents taught. The heavy bag of galleons in his pocket acting like an anchor.

“Your mother was one of the few people in this world who could actually see the real me for so long. She was a dear friend. I have always wondered how I may thank her for her kinship, and her encouragement for me to be myself… helping to look after you has been such a joy Sebastian. You are truly a man she would be proud of.” Sirona spoke, holding out a photo of himself and Anne at the tavern while young in which Sirona was allowing them both to dangle off her strong arms the air as they cheerfully giggled.

“I don’t know what to say Sirona, this is much too kind” he explained.

“Don’t be. Your parents helped loan me the money to buy this place. You can consider it repayment if it eases your mind… however I want you to do what makes you happy.” She explained, standing to escort him to the door.

He brought the old family friend into his arms as he hugged her close. “Thank you Sirona, for everything” he said reverently.

“Of course. Just know… I expect visits every now and again. I’d also like to see the ring, once you’ve asked.” She said with a wink and he straighten, giving her a nod.

“Of course, this shall be the first place we stop to celebrate. I promise.” He told her and she smiled.

“Go on Romeo… I recall you told her to wait up for you.” She said and he couldn’t stop his legs from bolting towards the flame back to hogwarts.

***** ***** ******

He ran through the room of requirement like a man on a mission. Thankful that Deek was no where in sight, he all but bolted at top speed down the stairs that lead to the second half of her magical room. He wasn’t sure why exactly he was in such an urgent need to be near her, to hold her, feel her press into him. Perhaps it was the excitement he felt knowing he could move forward with their joint plans to build a future together. Maybe he truly had missed her company over the past few weeks. Or a combination of everything, but he didn’t stop until he found her cuddled up next to the window in a lounge chair with a blanket over top her. In her hands she twiddled her wand, curling and twisting it around her fingers.

“Hey you” she giggled out, looking up at him.

Sebastian held his hand out, begging her to rise to meet him, all while his body felt like it was shaking with electricity. Swinging her legs to the side she allowed him to pull her from laying down to standing in his arms.

He couldn’t help the sigh of relief that tumbled past his lips as he wrapped his strong arms wrapped around her much smaller frame. His one hand cradling her head onto his chest while the other pulled her impossibly close by the waist. She breathed in his normal sent that had wrapped itself in a mix of butter-beer and sweat from a day of hard labor. She felt him tip his nose and mouth into her hair, breathing in his own sigh of relief.

“I know I need a shower, but I wanted to see you first” he said, voice muffled by being so close to her.

“There’s no rush… we have all the time in the world” she said, pulling him closer as she spoke. He smiled, knowing that she had know clue the weight to which she alluded, as that time was about to rapidly expand in their near future. There was something sitting in the air. Almost heavy, and filled with longing and anticipation. As he gently held her, almost swaying the same way they had Christmas Eve in Feldcroft, the depth of the feeling grew.

Suddenly the room began to shift, a loud sound echoing throughout. Jumping away from her, grabbing his wand he shoved her behind him ready to protect her if need be. Immediately the air was filled with her boisterous laughter.

“It’s just the room shifting… let’s see what it thinks we Require” she spoke, eyebrows dancing as she giggled, pulling him by the hand to the corner were a small door appeared.

“Does it do that often?” He asked her, still shocked at the magical properties of her room, despite having spent a great deal of his time with her inside its walls.

“Sometimes” she said with a shrug, dramatically flinging the door open. Seeing its contents immediately sent her into another fit of giggles as she leaned into his body to prevent herself from falling over.

He stepped inside, seeing the way the green tiles reflected the candle light in such a soft and calming way. It was almost a recreation of the bathroom in the Slytherin dorms. The golden shower head, incased in glass instead of behind the normal curtain. But the same green tiles and snakelike artwork depicted about.

“I don’t know if I should be offended the room thinks I smell that awful, or if I should thank it for not making me track all the way down to the dungeons” he spoke, pulling her through the doorway with him. She looked up at him, longing in her eyes and he didn’t even question for a moment before slamming her backwards into the door.

The charged feeling from before coming back to the forefront of his mind as he pressed himself between her legs, pinning her into the back of the door which had only appeared moments ago. She moaned into his mouth at the shock of the contact, her hips coming up to meet his with the same fury.

Pulling his mouth from hers, he reconnected it on the pulse of her neck as she jokingly called out “I suppose that means you don’t care if I join you?”

“It’s been far too long since I have seen this beautiful body of yours” he said, sincerity peaking through the dominance in his tone. Usually he found himself in conflict with that side of himself, repressing it entirely in favor of savoring his time with her. However a pocket full of gold to effectively secure their future together, his ability to restrain the more animalistic tendencies was effectively lost.

Sebastian meant what he said, it had been since their moments in Feldcroft that they’d gone beyond kissing each other breathless or pawing over clothes. Occasionally he’d slip a cheeky hand around her bottom, giving her a squeeze to startle her, or she’d return the favor by sliding a hand under the untucked bottom of his button down. Once they had found themselves grinding their hips together while still clothed a few weeks back. That alone made him feel his manhood shake within the confines of his school trouser more than he cared to admit.

Acting now on almost two months worth of buildup, he carefully started to slide the sweater she wore up her torso. It had been one of his older sweaters, from his third year as a student, that he’d let her borrow one weekend they went home to visit Anne before he had work. She had found herself reaching for it most days, as it reminded her of him on the nights they couldn’t sleep together.

That had been another thing he had missed dearly. Occasionally they would slip away to the Room of Requirement, making a bundle of pillows on the floor and taking naps in each others arms. However a few hours here and there didn’t make up for the cold and lonely feeling he had most nights as he couldn’t get up the stairs to her dorm room and Ominis usually sounded the alarm when she tried to sneak up to his side. He had been utterly spoiled those few weeks in his home with her nestled in his arms, finding sleep more easily than he had in years. Without her, he was once again back to restless nights.

Sebastian couldn’t help but think that soon enough it wouldn’t be such a taboo to fall asleep with her on his chest, and wake up holding her in his arms. That wholesome thought was replaced with something much less innocent seeing his sweater fall to the ground and a small lace corset being the only thing she wore under it.

Letting out a groan he hooked his fingers around her waistband, turning her around slightly to get a better view in the dim lighting. Seeing the way the low lighting created such harsh contrast along the curves of her waist and chest made him groan.

“Why didn’t you tell me this was all that was under there” he chuckled against the skin of her right breast, releasing it before sucking one of her nipples into his mouth.

Breathlessly she giggled, “I thought it would be more fun to let you discover that yourself”

Releasing her, Sebastian stood back to his full height, looking down at her blushing face, smirk still lingering and dazed expression from both the alcohol and the feelings that so often accompanied their more intimate moments.

“So you planned this..” he teased, going to undo the buttons of his shirt as she leaned back against the wall for support, sliding her pants down her legs to reveal a thin pair of panties that matched. She nodded, almost responding to his metaphorical question by displaying the intimate clothing to him.

Upon seeing the matching set she’d donned his mouth fell open, and with that yet another laugh fell from her kiss swollen lips. He truly did love how utterly giggly she got when consuming alcohol. Some people were aggressive or depressive. However, every experience where he’d seen her drink she often became more affectionate towards him and more joyful, more carefree. He loved that side of her.

“Oh darling” he said, quickly stripping himself of the rest of his filthy uniform, throwing it to the floor, dragging her closer, once again reconnecting their mouths as he pushed her against the wall of the shower.

“I take it that you like it?” She smirked against his mouth as she pulled back just enough to mutter the words, then resume their ministrations.

Pulling away long enough to shove his underwear down to his feet, he quickly made his way to pulling hers down to join his. “I truly love it. However right now I think I’d like it better on the floor. Don’t you agree?” He didn’t give her a chance to answer before his skilled fingers removed the corset without much struggle, hand desperately reaching for the taps to turn on the water.

The first few seconds were cold, and she let out a shriek at the temperature.

“Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up” he growled into the skin of her neck, arms reaching around her from behind. His manhood stood at attention from the intensity they’d experienced, not quelled by the coldness of the water. Angling his hips, Sebastian allowed himself the pleasure of feeling the curve of her ass against his hard cock, as he pulled her closer.

Reaching up to slide her now wet hair over her shoulder, he kissed the nape of her neck, gently swaying in the water with her in his arms. She could feel the way he flexed his biceps around her, knowing she would be lying to say she hadn’t noticed the way his job had brought out even more broadness in his shoulders and arms. She loved seeing what labor continued to do to his body. Feeling it pressed so tightly against her now as his lips grazed her neck she couldn’t help by loudly moan out, sounds echoing off the tiles.

“What’s got you all worked up babygirl?” He smugly let out along her skin as he continued nibbling her nape. Reaching around, he let one of his hands slip down to her slick folds, lazily dragging his pointer and middle fingers through to collect her arousal.

Carefully turning her around with his other hand so that she faced him, he brought his hand up to his mouth, making direct eye contact while he brought her slick to taste on his tongue. He groaned out, eyes rolling back slightly as the hand still on her waist tightened.

“Fuck - I’ve missed having you on my tongue. So fucking sweet.”

She let out a gasp at his words, enjoying the way he looked down at her once he re-opened his eyes. The intensity of his arousal was apparent, but as was his adoration. Not that she differed, as she could feel herself mirroring him perfectly while she fell deeper into his beautiful mahogany eyes.

Sensing her swell of emotions , he stopped for a moment, fingers tracing lazy patterns in the skin of her waist.

“What’s on your mind, love?” He asked her, genuinely curious what had caused the soft expression to appear in her eyes.

“You are just so beautiful Sebastian” she said and he couldn’t help but be taken aback by the sincerity of her tone. Bringing his hand to push back his wet hair from his forehead as he bashfully looked down at their feet. He’d been many things in his life: loud, brash, unyielding, mischievous, and he figured just attractive enough to have secured himself alongside the most beautiful witch he’d known. While he was aware she found him to be handsome, he didn’t realize she felt quite so deeply for his outward qualities.

He had a long list of things he wasn’t thrilled about when it came to his appearance: the way his nose gave way to his round and flared nostrils, his smile which he felt often seemed awkward when he showed his teeth. He had always felt his freckles made him appear more boyish instead of the man he’d hoped to be. His long and thick eyelashes gave more of a feminine nature than he’d like. Whenever he dared to look in a mirror he often saw his flaws, sometimes glaringly obvious and other times as a distraction from how his face was slowly growing more and more into the features of Solomon and his father.

“I can’t imagine I am that much to look at Darling” he said with a sigh, head still hanging low. His eyes watched water droplets fall from the tile walls, trailing down to the drain under their feet. He felt himself in a trace watching until he felt fingertips lightly grazing his chin, encouraging him to look back up.

The look on her face as he did so made him feel as if she had ripped his heart open completely, forging her way inside and burning strongly within him such a bold and passionate love that would’ve made the poets jealous. She bore a light smile, just barely lifting the sides of her beautiful lips while her eyes looked right through him.

Using her other hand she started to trace her fingertips ever so lightly across his shoulders, as her eyes moved down to look at the lines she created on his body.

“You have really filled out working with Sirona” she barely whispered out, hands coming up to cup the now much more pronounced dip between his shoulder and bicep. Holding herself steady she resumed her gaze over him. Eyes studying him with wonder and what he could only describe as amazement. The childlike wonder in her eyes and soft hint of a smile at the corner of her lips

“How could one not love these beautiful freckles? The way they cover every inch of you… like the night sky… constellations to be studied all on their own. It’s like you are made of stardust Sebastian.” She said, fingers tracing from freckle to freckle along his shoulder and chest, mapping out shapes she saw along his skin. Carefully she brought herself onto the tips of her toes, hand holding his bicep tightening to maintain balance along the wet tiles, before lowering her lips onto a spot near his collarbone.

Orion. She spoke before laying another kiss to a spot closer to the center of his chest.

Capricornus. She continued laying slow, sensual kisses along his skin as she traced the well known constellations into his skin.

Draco. Leo. Pegasus. Gemini. Cetus.

You are more beautiful than the heavens...

He looked down in shock, not realizing he’d closed his eyes until he heard the last words she spoke. Sebastian felt his mouth go dry, seeing the way her beautiful eyes were lost in the sea of blemishes across his skin. Never in all his life had he known such care, such admiration, such love.

Unable to form proper words he allowed her to stroke his nose with her finger. Once again she rose, pressing a small kiss to the ball of his nose. Sebastian breathed in a shallow breath before quickly gripping her shoulders, as if the kiss broke him out of the trace he’d been in. Turning her around so that her back was pressed into his chest once more, he brought his fingers down to stroke her folds.

“Let me make you feel good. Please.” He barely managed to get out the words as he felt her nod against him.

He started tracing his fingers around her womanhood, teasingly avoiding the one spot he knew was sure to get a reaction. When she let out an almost annoyed whine at his chosen path of ministrations he chuckled.

“Sebastian please…” she barely managed to get out through gritted teeth.

He lowered his lips to her ear, dragging in the lobe gently before asking her “Please what? I am already touching you… is that not what you wanted? Wearing that skimpy set of undergarments under my sweater… I need to hear you ask. I need to hear you say how good only I can make you feel”

She wasn’t really sure what had come over him, to get him to speak to her this way, but she suddenly felt lightheaded and knew she couldn’t blame it on the butter beer.

“Only you make me feel this good Sebastian, only you” she whined out breathlessly.

He felt himself beginning to smirk into the skin of her neck, nipping it well enough to leave a small bruise. Before remembering she never properly answered his question.

“Where do you want me to touch you angel?” He hummed, eyelids growing heavy as his cock twitched against the curve of her ass. Feeling him against her, she ground it back onto him and he stifled out a groan, not wanting to give her control of the situation.

“That… spot… from last time” she heaved out through strangled breaths as he continued teasing her.

Bringing his pointer finger up slightly, he grazed her Pearl and she let out a whine, thrusting her hips forward chasing the contact.

“Right here?” He asked, applying more pressure and she nodded aggressively.

Still rubbing her, he decided to give up teasing her physically, opting instead to use his words.

“Is this where you touch yourself when you’re all alone my love?” Sebastian asked.

“Yes..” she choked out as she moaned.

“You know what it’s called don’t you..? This special spot of yours?” He teased but when he saw the expression of embarrassment on her face he kissed her cheek breaking his command for just a moment at her innocence.

“This,” he started with a stronger press against her “is your clitorus love… that spot that makes you come undone in the most beautiful of ways” he said instructing her. He found it cute that she wasn’t even fully aware of her own anatomy, and he’d only known having picked up a book on anatomy a few years back.

Once again he resumed softly circling it with his index finger, occasionally applying more pressure as she squirmed. The moment of innocence gone as she continued incoherent babbling at his moments.

“And what do you think of when you touch yourself here…?” He growled, rubbing his finger against her in fast tight circles.

“You… you Sebastian… I think of -“ she said struggling with words. He removed his fingers from her and once again she let out a whine. He felt bad for getting her wound up but he was dying to hear what she thought about when she touched herself to the thought of him.

“Tell me… what about me do you think of? What does your beautiful mind dream of me doing?”

Once again he laid his index finger ever so gently to her clit, holding it there but not moving it when he asked “do you think of me touching you here? Like I have been? Thinking of my hands instead of yours? Do you think of me rubbing fast little circles on this sensitive clit?”

She vigorously nodded trying to slightly press her hips into his hand for more friction and he smirked knowing she got off imagining his hands on her. However he wanted to know truly how deep the rabbit hole went…

Bringing his fingers down further he teased her opening with his fingertips as he asked “Do you think of me entering you here? Have you ever brought your fingers down to your hole, imagining it’s me that is working you open?” He said against the shell of her ear, finger tracing a circle around her rim.

Sebastian could feel the way it shifted in anticipation of him doing so, her opening almost shaking under his finger tip. In fact her whole body was shaking under his grasp as he tried to find restraint from just pushing his finger inside her to find out just how the inside of her walls would feel.

“Please let me touch you here. I want nothing more than to feel you around me, pulling me in… please let me make you feel good” he could almost feel himself growing needy from his request, slightly embarrassed at how much he needed to touch her in her most intimate part. He was worried for a moment about losing the control he seemingly had over her but when she called out, bucking her hips violently into him he regained that sense to claim her once more.

“Yes pleaseeee Sebastian '' she gave her permission, widening her legs as she looked over her shoulder at him in anticipation through lowered lashes.

“I’ll be gentle, I promise. Please let me know if you need me to slow down or if it hurts… I want to worship you.”

She nodded at him as he brought his other hand up to cup her cheek, pressing his lips to hers with a passionate kiss before pulling back. Something primal in him wanted to watch her expression as he set out to breach her wall for the first time, even if it was only with his index finger.

So he did just that. Bringing his finger up just enough to coat it in the slick that had made itself known in her folds he brought it back to her hole. Eyes fixed on hers, he ever so carefully slid it inside her. Her eyes grew wide at the intrusion but she made no attempts to stop him. As he entered her he became overwhelmed at how warm it felt wrapped around his finger. He could feel the way her cunt greedily seemed to pull him further inside as he pushed in until his palm rested flat against her mound of curls.

She sighed against him, leaning her head back on his shoulder as he stilled his finger inside her body, allowing her to adjust.

“How do you feel?” He asked her, nipping the bruise he’d already formed on her neck.

“Full” she whispered out, eyes trained to the ceiling. Hearing her admit that while he currently was pressed against her, finger deep inside her beautiful body brought back a ferioscity.

Sliding in and out partially, he would push it back in slowly as he began to fuck her with his finger. She began rutting against his hand as he brought his other hand up sliding it around to play with her breasts. In doing so he pulled her even closer into his frame, his dick painfully hard and throbbing against her.

“Imagine how full you would be with my cock in you.” He hissed in her ear and he picked up the pace.

“So full Sebastian” she all but wailed.

“You’d look so full babygirl, and so very pretty stuffed to the brim with me. Can’t you feel it? Feel how much it wants to be inside this warm, wet cunt of yours?” He purred in her ear, intentionally pressing his dick into her backside more.

She didn’t respond with words but he felt the way her inner walls contracted around his finger before he slowed enough to add a second one. She shuddered at the feeling of being stretched wider but didn’t speak as he continued.

“Do you ever think of what it would be like for me to actually enter you in that way? Tell me sweet girl. Please. I need to hear you tell me how good I’m making you feel. How good you would feel if I claimed you as mine…”

“It feels so good… yes I think about you being inside here when I’m alone… you make me feel like I’m coming apart at the seams” she barely managed to indulge his lust hazed demands as he once again picked up the pace.

“Good. I also think about how wonderful it will feel when I finally enter this tight little hole… how beautiful you’ll look wrapped around me. How loud I could make you sing when I’m making you feel good. How gorgeous you’d look full of my cum…” at this point he was just incoherently letting all the thoughts he kept locked inside his brain spill out, but she didn’t care. In fact, upon hearing such lude comments she was shocked to feel herself throbbing under the intensity of it all.

“You’re going to look absolutely divine when I pump my children into you… ethereal when you safely carry them within you, right here…” he said, moving his left hand over her womb, softly stroking it.

Her eyes snapped open at how openly he was acknowledging his animalistic desire to give her children. Bringing her hand up she kept his hand pressed tightly to her stomach, a loud moan escaping her as she allowed his words to give her the glorious mental picture he was painting.

“You like that? Want me to give you a little Sallow?” He bucked his hips into her once more, his tip sliding between her cheeks and he kept going.

“YES” she screamed as she approached that feeling she had the first time he’d made her release.

“Who’s making you feel this good? Tell me!” He demanded it of her.

“You are! Sebastian I -“ she started to speak but he rocked into her with his hips pressing her tighter against him with the arm still around her waist. Deciding to curl his fingers to stroke the sides of her wall he was pleasantly surprised at her reaction. She let out a scream, body tightening around him as she slumped in his arms for a moment. Her labored breath only stirred him on more.

Slowly sliding off his fingers, she turned around to face him. The look in her eyes of longing made him ponder the honest words he’d spoken. She should’ve slapped him for being so crass, but instead she surprised him by sliding to her knees.

Lifting his cock in her hands. He was prepared for her to touch him, similar to how she’d done in the bath on his birthday. However when she tentatively brought her lips around the head of his prick he couldn’t help but fall back into the wall, as he slipped from her mouth.

“Shit!” He hissed, watching as she looked up at him with such a doe like expression, following him by crawling on her knees to once again place him inside her warm mouth.

The feeling of her mouth around his manhood was very similar in feeling to what her pussy felt like around his fingers. Given what he’d just done he knew he wouldn’t last long.

She wasn’t exactly sure what she was doing but tried to replicate the way she stroked him with her hand using her mouth. Pressing him further inside she gagged a little and he let out a groan as she did. The feeling of him hitting her gag reflex, caused her to accidentally shift her teeth, causing him some discomfort feeling them graze his shaft.

She pulled back apologetically, ready to ask what she should do when he encouraged her to keep going.

“So good… doing so good for me. My goddess.” He spoke and she took that as a sign to continue, trying to tease his shaft with her tongue this time.

Sebastian seemed to really have enjoyed it because his mouth kept spewing the filth he’d been mumbling for the duration of their activity.

“Fuck… going to make you my wife…Then I’m going to keep pumping you full of my brown eyed babies… would you like that?” he asked.

When she nodded her head to answer his question he twitched inside her mouth as he grabbed her hair, pushing her down in the same manor.

“Again, do that again please” his voice went thick with need and she replicated the movement again, discovering a slight taste of salt in her mouth as he leaked precum from his tip.

“I’m going to, agh I need to finish-“ he spoke as a warning for her to pull back but when she hollowed her cheeks attempting to suck in a breath he spilled in her mouth.

At first she tried to swallow his load but became overwhelmed about halfway through, pulling off his cock as he finished spilling his load in her face, lips and into her hair.

“Shit! I am so sorry darling, come here” he said once he came down enough to see her looking up at him, his release in her wet hair and all over her face.

He lifted her gently off the floor of the shower, hands lifting to wipe himself away from her pretty face. As he did so she raised a hand to stroke his cheek similarly to how he was cleaning her.

“I didn’t mean to -“ he tried to explain, grimacing as he saw the way his cum clung to her hair, but she stopped him by bringing a finger to his lips.

“It’s okay Love”, she paused before giggling and continuing “I thought it was sexy that you filled me in some way…” she said her eyes trailing off with a newfound shyness

Contemplating his words he finished cleaning her face, turning her around some so he could wash her hair as well. She hummed as he did so, soaking up the affection and still feeling the bliss that came after moments like this.

When he finished, Sebastian wrapped his arms around her, his chin resting on her shoulder.

“Did you mean it?” He asked quietly

“Which part?” She hummed

“Well… all of it, but specifically the part about the stars?” He questioned.

“Of course.” She said sternly, hoping he could believe her.

Kissing her shoulder he replied “then you’re my goddess… and you belong in the heavens… next to me.”

Turning around in his arms she kissed him deeply, hands raising to brush his hair off his face like she’d done so many times before.

“And you can be my home. My light. My stardust.”

To be continued…

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #anne sallow #fluff #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x slytherin!reader #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow/reader #ominis x anne #poppy sweeting #imelda reyes #poppy x Imelda #smut #ns/fw breeding

124 notes · View notes