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offside-the-lines · 17 days

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Right Where We Left Off | Nico Hischier

Summary: It’s September in NYC and Ana finds herself unexpectedly face-to-face with her ex-boyfriend, Nico. They finally have the conversation they should’ve had seven years ago. But, where does that lead them and what does this mean for her future— their future? After all, who are they to question fate?

This fic is dedicated to @fallinallincurls for her birthday bingo. Happy birthday, Bre! I am always so grateful for the incredible comments you leave on fics. Pairing: Nico Hischier x F!OC Word count: 2.5 k No warnings (as far as I know). Bingo card tropes: Second chance romance, invisible string theory, they’re both idiots; it's always been you. Masterlist

Ana’s exhausted. After ten days of straight work and travel, she just wants to sleep and hide in her expensive hotel room. It’s a gorgeous day in New York City, not sweltering and muggy as it often feels in the summer, and she doesn’t want to waste the opportunity to actually explore the city she has visited many times but never enjoyed.

She turns her face up to the sun and closes her eyes. The sounds of the city carry on around her, and it’s strangely calming— it probably should be unnerving. Besides, she has to make a decision soon about whether she is going to move here, the offer letter taunting her from her email inbox.

Her mind wanders across the Hudson for a brief second before she catches herself, eyes flying open. She takes a sip of her mocha, savoring the drink that she hopes will bring her some energy.

It isn’t often that she has a chance to take a day off. Well, no, that’s a lie. She could take any day off if she wanted to. After all, she works for herself. But she usually never lets herself, always working through weekends in an effort to get ahead— of what, she’s not quite sure.

She has always been a workaholic: working two jobs in college, graduating a year early, and starting and selling her own company before the age of 25. She tells herself that her hard work has given her the happiness she has now. She now has the freedom she always wanted— independence.

Ana’s mother always points out that she’s rushing through life because she doesn’t have an anchor. She always goes on about how the stress and inability to relax is going to take her to an early grave. Ana always sees it for what it is: an unwelcome probe into her dating life.

She’s doing quite fine on her own, thank you very much— that’s what she always retorted anyway. She can't tell her that the only stress relief she needs is the occasional hookups from the fancy bars she goes to— a series of tall men with brown hair, warm eyes, and a good smile.

Before her mind even has a chance to ruminate on that again, a little boy bumps into her leg— causing her to spill her coffee a little— and runs to hide behind the chair opposite from her.

“You won’t tell him where I am, right?” he whispers. He startles her, and it takes her a few seconds to realize he’s probably playing hide-and-seek. It takes her even longer to realize this child is speaking in her native tongue. He peers up at her with pleading eyes.

“Of course, sweetie,” she replies, pushing past her confusion. He has big brown eyes and the cutest dimples— it makes her heart ache. She presumes the little boy is hiding from his father and scans the cafe for him. Having not seen anyone looking for a child, she turns back to her coffee and continues to drink it, observing the little boy. “I’m Ana. What’s your name?”

“I’m Jan. I can’t talk right now because I’m hiding, see?” he whispers.

Ana can’t help but let out a chuckle at the earnestness in the kid’s eyes. “Okay then.”

She’s just about to take another sip of her coffee when she hears a gentle voice behind her. “Jan, where did you go?” There’s a pause, “Oh! There you are!” The boy giggles and moves to hide under the table.

Her smile freezes— her whole body freezes. The hairs on the back of her neck prickle, and she feels her cheeks grow warm. It might’ve been seven years, but she’d recognize that voice anywhere— Nico. She doesn’t turn around, praying Jan will just run to his daddy and leave.

She is not that lucky. Footsteps approach her chair, his voice getting closer and closer to her as he says, “Oh my god. Come on, Jan. Get out of there!”

She closes her eyes and holds her breath.

“I’m so sorry if Jan’s been bothering you, ma’am. I—” His gentle, accented English stops abruptly, and a silence hangs in the air as she slowly opens her eyes. When their eyes meet, Nico lets out a barely audible “Oh.”

“Um,” her gaze darts around, trying to avoid the warm brown eyes that still haunt her dreams, “Hi?”

“My god, is that you?” he mumbles, barely audible. He stares at her, the color draining from his face.

Jan finally emerges from beneath the table, his curiosity piqued by this stilted exchange. Beaming at her, he reaches up for Nico’s hand— his father’s hand? It had to be, right? The resemblance— she cuts her thoughts off.

“Um... yes?” she manages to say.

“I feel like I’m hallucinating. You’re really here? It’s been so long.”

“Well, yes, Nico, it’s been about seven years.”

“That’s a really long time.” There’s silence as they just stare at each other, neither knowing what to do, neither moving.

“Yes. It is,” she says cautiously.

He rests a hand on Jan’s shoulder, holding him close. “Why did you never call me?” he asks, looking down at his feet.

“Why would I have called you Nico?”

“You left for London without telling me. You told everyone else. I had to find out from Nina.”

“I had no reason to tell you, Nico. We weren’t together anymore,” she scoffs, “You moved too. And besides, you found someone to ‘replace’ me, clearly.”

She looks at Jan, bile rising in the back of her throat. Nico responds with a puzzled expression before deciding to return to his original line of questioning.

“Why did you leave?”

“I had to go to university, start my career… I have dreams too, remember? Ones that are just as important as yours?” She shudders at the memory of their fight, the fight that broke everything. Her heart races; she can hear the blood rushing in her ears.

“I was young, stupid and immature. But, I swear to God, I loved you so fucking much. You should’ve told me you were moving to London… I would’ve—”

“You would’ve what, Nico? You broke up with me. What was I supposed to do? Stay at home? Or should I have followed you to New Jersey like a sick puppy? Continued wasting my time like I clearly did when you were in Halifax? Watching any and every opportunity— watching my future— fly by me as I waited for and supported someone who was no longer mine?”

“I said that we should take a break to figure things out. Figure out what to do long-term. I never meant to suggest that we break up forever. You just assumed— You left. You didn’t even give me a chance to—”

“Look at you, Nico.” She was struggling to keep her voice under control as it wavered and threatened to break. “It’s always someone else’s fault. Nothing’s changed, huh?”

He looks at her, his face shutters with an unreadable expression, before pulling out the chair opposite her. He sits and lifts Jan onto his lap. The little boy looks between them in confusion, ultimately deciding that playing with the wooden block table number is more interesting.

“I’m sorry,” he says, “I didn’t mean for it to sound so— I was heartbroken that you weren’t there anymore when I came back after the draft.”

“What about me? What about how I felt when you asked me to just drop my plans for my future like it was no big deal? Or when you suggested we take a break? When you never called me after that summer?” She studies his face, seeing his genuine sadness, and sighs. “We were so young, Neeks. What were the chances it would have even worked out anyway? Even if you had cared to fight for us.”

“I thought that you took the space and realized— I thought that maybe you didn’t want me anymore. I thought that maybe you hated me. I thought that maybe you realized that you were just too good for me. So, I thought that maybe I should let you go, live your life, and find your career like you said you wanted to,” he says, voice thin and reedy before he clears his throat and laughs humorlessly. “I guess I was right, huh? I mean, just look at you now. You’re pretty incredible. Forbes 30 under 30.”

He smiles at her, a small fragile thing. It’s only because she has known him her entire life that she is able to spot the pride that shines through the pain and regret. Her thoughts are crashing inside her mind.

He knows and has clearly been following her career.

In the delicate silence that stretches between them, the storm inside her head is able to bring something else to the surface: the loneliness of her success— the gnawing feeling that something is always missing.

“What about how I felt when I kept hearing our friends talk about every new girlfriend you had?” she whispers, staring into her coffee cup. She has no control over the way her throat tightens over something she’d finished crying over a long time ago.

“I never loved any of them,” he answers without missing a beat; his voice is firm and sure.

“It’s been seven years, Nico. How could you say you never loved any of them?”

“I mean, I’m not going to lie and say I didn’t date some great people because I did. But they were always just— I cared for them, sure, but I was never in love with any of them.” He looks down at the boy sitting in his lap.

“Not even the mother of your child?” she blurts out, outraged.

“The who?” His eyebrows are scrunched low on his face as he studies her.

Ana rolls her eyes and gestures at Jan. “His mother?”

“His— Oh! No, he’s not—” he exclaims before laughing.

“He looks just like you,” she says, confused.

“Aww,” he coos, tightly clutching the little boy to his chest, “Jan’s my nephew— He’s Luca’s.”

“Oh.”

Something about her expression sets him off again, throwing his head back as he laughs. Against her will, the sound nestles deep in her chest, filling her with warmth.

“I’m babysitting him today so Luca and his wife can explore the city a bit. I won’t be able to do much once training camp starts next week. And I want to get as much time with this munchkin as possible,” he explains, tickling Jan’s belly to his delight.

Ana feels her chest constrict as she watches them interact. It’s a glimpse into the future she could’ve had, and it hurts in a place so deep in her chest she’s not sure she’s ever going to be able to unearth it. After their first moment of comfortable silence, Nico looks up at her with a soft smile.

“You know, I got you a ring.”

“Y-you w-what?” she says unsteadily as she feels the world stop around her.

“Yeah.” He looks back down at Jan and fidgets with his shirt. “I bought it with my signing bonus. I was going to ask you to marry me when I came back if we had worked things out, which— I know, it was so stupid. We were, what, 18? Like, what was I thinking, right? It wouldn’t have solved anything. But I just wanted— needed you to know how much I loved you and… ”

His voice gets tighter as he speaks, and he lets the sentence trail off. His eyes flash to hers, holding them so briefly before looking away again. He clears his throat, “I guess we never made it there.”

Ana’s silent for a moment that feels like it stretches a lifetime— or at least, it feels like time has warped and dumped her back into her 18-year-old self, seven years ago. Her heart was pounding so hard that it made her feel faint.

“I would have said yes,” she realizes with a start, the words tumbling out before she has even fully formed the thought in her mind.

“What?” His eyes snap up, finally looking at her again.

“If you had asked me, I would have said yes.”

It was his turn to stare. “Really?” he whispers.

“Yes. Despite our fight, I still loved you. I was waiting for months for you to call me, to tell me that we would work it out, that we were going to be okay long distance for however long it took. I would have— If you begged — Hell if you had just asked...”

Nico just stares, flabbergasted. Neither of them even hear the tapping of Jan’s block on the table. “I still love you,” he says.

“What?”

“What I mean is, can we try again? It may have been seven years, but I still love you.”

“Are you insane?”

“I don’t think so. It has always been you; it will always be you. I have known that for a long time now. There has to be some fate or God or something to bring us back together, right? I feel like it’s a good sign, anyway. I’m sorry for being the idiot I was back then, but I promise I’m ready now. I’m ready to be whatever you need me to be. It won’t be the exact same, but it will finally be us again.”

Ana is stunned, speechless, as she blinks at Nico.

“Nicki?” Jan interrupts their silence, snapping them out of their bubble.

“Yeah, Jan, what’s wrong?”

“Can I have a cookie, please?”

“Sure, bud.” Nico sets him on the floor and stands up. He smiles at her cheekily, “Don’t you dare leave before I get back. I will chase you this time. I’m fast, you know.”

“I’ll be here, I promise.” She feels a bubble of tension burst as she laughs, shaking her head as she watches him walk to the counter holding Jan’s hand.

The seven years apart has worn down her willpower. She gave up on love years ago when she realized that she was probably going to dream about Nico every night for the rest of her life. She’s always known that she would cave if asked; she just never thought this day would come.

She looks at him now. She sees the boy she grew up with and the teenager she fell in love with. But there’s also a sadness behind his eyes that she doesn’t remember being there. The corners of his eyes are worn and weathered in a way that’s unusual for a man in his mid-twenties.

There’s a voice in her head— it sounds eerily like her mother— that points out that she’s always known the truth: Nico was why she was always working, pushing away everyone and everything. It was some twisted self-punishment; if she lost Nico, she had to make the sacrifice worth it.

But maybe— Maybe, she can have both. Ana thinks about the job offer from the company that acquired her start-up— a job based in NYC. She thinks about all the hundreds of coffee shops they could’ve gone to. Maybe there was some fate at play. And who was she to question fate.

Nico sits back down, a tentative smile on his face that makes Ana’s heart flutter for the first time in seven years, and says, “So, Ana, will you pick up where we left off?”

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thru-the-grapevine · 7 months

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Just Barely

Pairing: Hongjoong x fem!Reader

Genre: smut

Kinktober Day 1 (yes I'm aware I'm already late): Toys

Warnings: sex toys (vibrator), semi-public sex, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, face fucking

Word Count: 1714

They say hindsight is always 20-20. But looking back at the events that led you here, you never could have predicted this.

The sweet bartender at your favorite bar never once gave off the vibes that he had a whole other side to his personality. Sure, you could’ve deduced as much from the tattoo sleeves decorating his arms. But still, he was always so cordial and hard-working. How were you supposed to know what he was really like?

It started with flirting. To your credit, you noticed fairly quickly how Hongjoong paid special attention to you. It was only your second time at the bar, but among all your friends, he seemed to sway towards you every few minutes.

Something about Hongjoong was magnetic. His dark eyes held depths within them, and you couldn’t help but wonder what it’d be like to dive deeper. His features were sharp, and his hands… Oh, his hands were beautiful. You thoroughly enjoyed watching him shake drinks, his laugh lighting up the room around him. And when his elegant fingers wrapped themselves around the glass as he poured in his creation, you couldn’t help the way your breath hitched in your throat.

“What can I get for ya, doll?” Hongjoong’s voice startled you out of your daze.

Flustered that the very man you were just about drooling over was now in front of you, you quickly ordered your usual cocktail, a mojito. With a wink and a, “Comin’ right up!” Hongjoong sauntered away to mix your drink and take other orders.

You wondered why the air felt so warm all of a sudden, and used the flimsy paper menu to fan yourself as discreetly as you could. Your friend noticed and asked, “You okay?” she asked.

You nodded emphatically. “Yep! Just got a little warm for a second!” you insisted.

She eyed you for a moment, then grinned. “Alright, thanks for recommending this place! It’s great,” she said, sipping her drink.

You smiled back. “Yeah, I like it here.”

“One mojito for the pretty lady in blue,” Hongjoong said, placing your drink down in front of you.

You flushed. He thought you were pretty? You could say the same about him!

“Thank you,” you said, quietly sipping the drink. It was the best mojito you’d ever had. You glanced up at Hongjoong, who was waiting patiently with a small smirk on his face.

“So?” he asked.

“It’s so good! You’re really good at this,” you complimented.

The smirk widened. “Thank you,” he said, winking again. “Only the best for my favorite customer.” And with that, he bounced away, his attention already on someone else.

Thoroughly flustered, you took another sip of your drink to chase the thoughts away. Only, your next discovery didn’t help.

Stuck to the bottom of the glass was a small piece of paper. On it, Hongjoong had written “I get off at 11”.

Your head darted up, meeting Hongjoong’s eye. He grinned at you as he rolled his sleeves up, exposing the tattoos decorating his arms. You swallowed as discreetly as you could when he shook the mixer, making eye contact with you the entire time.

Yeah, you were screwed.

How Hongjoong played it so cool the rest of the night, you’ll never know. All you know is every glance you way, every light brush of his fingers against yours when he had you a drink, felt like an electric shock through your body.

You could feel the desperate need for any sort of pressure between your thighs when he handed you a glass of beer, his favorite, he claimed with a dazzling smile. His hand brush yours, his eyes never leaving your face.

Squirming a little in your seat, you took a deep breath and downed a good third of your glass. Hongjoong laughed his twinkling laugh. “Careful, pretty. You’re going to get me excited before my shift’s up.”

You nearly choked on your beer.

Hongjoong laughed again. “Actually, I have one more break before I finish the night. Come here.” His voice dropped lower, a stern look in his eye letting you know this was a command, not a suggestion.

Instantly, your body reacted, sliding off the barstool and trotting after him to the back of the restaurant. Hongjoong strutted past everyone, none of the other staff having time to pay attention to him and his unusual guest.

He led you to the breakroom, which was miraculously empty.

Confused, you crossed the threshold, only to find the door slamming shut behind you, and Hongjoong’s lips crashing onto yours. A surprised gasp left your mouth, and Hongjoong took full advantage. His tongue explored your mouth, learning every last bit of its new territory.

A moan left your mouth when Hongjoong’s hands drifted underneath your shirt, lifting it just a little to finger the band of your pants. But instead of exploring further, Hongjoong drew back.

“Take them off,” he ordered, nodding at your pants. He pulled something from the bag to his left. You didn’t question him, eager to know what he was planning.

Your eagerness turned to horror when you realized he was holding a small device you recognized as a remote control vibrator.

“Put it in,” he commanded again, handing you the little pink device.

“But-“ you started.

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow. “Now.”

His voice grew deeper, and you found yourself fumbling with the zipper on your jeans. Thoroughly red in the face, you slowly slid your pants down and stuck your hand into your underwear. You were to slick, the vibrator slipped right in, resting right over your clit.

“Fucking tease,” Hongjoong muttered when you didn’t take your underwear off and hurriedly pulled your pants back up.

Blushing, you fumbled with the button on your pants. Hongjoong’s tone was teasing, and you couldn’t deny that it turned you on so incredibly much.

You nearly cried out when the vibrator suddenly buzzed to life. Your head jerked up to meet Hongjoong’s eyes, a smirk on his face and the controller in his hands.

“This game we’re about to play has rules, sweetheart,” he said. “I get off work in two hours. The bar closes then too, so I have to clean up. If you can make it without cumming during that time, I’ll reward you.”

“Reward?” you managed to gasp out, the buzzer increasing in strength.

“Do what I say, and you’ll get to have it, babe,” Hongjoong stroked your cheek with his hand, grinning when he felt you already trembling beneath him.

He left the break room, and the buzzing stopped. You nearly collapsed to the floor. This wasn’t gonna be easy…

—

And easy it was not.

Hongjoong was cruel. He brought you to brink of orgasm, watching as your eyebrows knitted together and your hand holding your glass shook, only to then stop the vibrator altogether.

Every time it stopped, you involuntarily twitched in your seat, causing several well-meaning customers seated next to you to ask if you were okay. Nodding and doing your best to smile cheerfully, you lied, “Yep! Just a weird shiver, you know how it is.”

And they would laugh along with you, unknowing of the torture you were undergoing.

—

To your shock, you made it to closing. Barely.

And to your dismay, your little challenge got a whole lot harder after Hongjoong volunteered to finish closing up for everyone. A couple of the employees winked at you on their way out, but you chose to ignore them.

When the door closed, the vibrator sprang to life, immediately jumping up three settings. You gasped, finally allowed to make a little more noise with the restaurant empty. Hongjoong went about his business, putting things away and wiping down the bar.

Every time you made a little noise, he’d silently crank the vibrator up a notch until you were shaking under the highest setting. Your clit was throbbing, you legs were shaking, and without warning you came. Hard.

With a little shriek, you came onto the barstool, and the vibrator abruptly stopped. Head swimming, you startled when Hongjoong’s beautiful hand lifted up your head.

“And you were so close to winning too,” he chastised.

Tears sprang to your eyes unbidden. “I- no, I mean, I’m sorry-“ you tried to speak, still reeling from your sudden orgasm.

“Take your clothes off,” Hongjoong ordered, his eyes dark.

You scrambled to your feet, pulling your shirt over your head with a blush. When you took your pants off, Hongjoong grew impatient, lifting you up over his shoulder and bringing you behind the bar. He set you down on the bar counter, ripping your panties off you.

He knelt down in between your thighs, slowly pulling the vibrator out of you. He licked your juices off the little silicone toy. You watched, mouth hanging open a little as he swirled his tongue over the toy, wishing with every fiber of your being that he was doing that to you.

Hongjoong undid his pants, slowly freeing his hardened cock. You licked your lips. Hongjoong laughed. “Careful, sweetie, your lips will get chapped,” he said with mock worry.

You flushed. Hongjoong grinned and positioned himself up against you and thrusting in without much fanfare. You gasped, the stretch of him filling you up startling but delicious.

And Hongjoong began to pump, faster and faster, his cock hitting that sweet spot just right every time. Your little whines and moans began to increase in volume, Hongjoong’s pace never slowing down.

And just as you were teetering over the edge, so blissfully close to the knot in your stomach coming undone, Hongjoong pulled out.

Your head jerked up, a whine tearing from your throat.

But Hongjoong had no time for your complaints. “On your knees,” he ordered.

You hurriedly clambered off the counter and onto your knees, giving Hongjoong the sweetest look you could muster as you took his dick into your mouth. Hongjoong just laughed.

You gagged as he thrust forward, fucking into your throat mercilessly. Tears trailed down your cheeks, but you held firm, letting him facefuck you until he was cumming down your throat.

You swallowed his cum, wiping your tears. You looked up only to see Hongjoong zipping his pants back up. He winked at you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

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fallinallincurls · 1 year

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I ADORE Noah MacKinnon you don't understand 🥹 can you write a little something about Nate being a good husband and turning off the monitor and your alarm in the morning to go get Noah up for you and making you breakfast in bed?!

i am LOVING the requests for nate and little noah omg. here you go!

nate wakes up by the familiar sound of cries and whimpers coming through the baby monitor. the clear sign that noah is awake. nate rolls over, gently pulling his arms away from around your body and sees the 5:42 time glaring back at him on the alarm clock. he rubs a hand over his face and before you stir at the sound of your son's cries, nate turns off the baby monitor and your alarm before getting up. you could use the extra sleep so he is going to make sure that happens.

after pulling on a pair of gray sweats, nate pads down the hallway to the nursery and carefully opens the door to see little noah sitting up in his crib, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"hey, bud. good morning." nate murmurs softly, picking the one year old up and holding him close to his body. noah's cries begin to quiet the moment he settles against nate's bare chest. a tired, but loving smile blossoms over nate's lips as he starts bouncing to soothe his little boy. "we're not gonna wake mommy, okay? let's go get you some good and make breakfast for her, yeah?"

noah starts babbling happily, all his tears have dried up and the cutest smile appears on his adorable face. nate kisses the top of his downy reddish blonde hair before heading downstairs. nate moves around the kitchen put noah's breakfast together and then settles him into his high chair.

"alright, noah. eat your breakfast and we can go surprise mommy." nate says, his voice is quiet but full of happiness. noah giggles, reaching for the fruit and cut up pancakes on the tray of his high chair. nate continues talking to noah as he makes all your favorite breakfast foods and pours coffee to make it the way you like as well.

an excited squeal comes from noah, signaling he's finished his breakfast and nate chuckles to himself. he never thought he would be a dad, let alone love every minute of it, but he wouldn't trade this life for anything.

settling his son against his hip, nate carries the breakfast tray upstairs carefully. noah starts playing with the hair at the back of nate's neck and is babbling until nate goes "shushhh!" playfully before walking into the bedroom.

you're sitting up against the headboard and nate can still see the traces of sleep on your face. but you offer him a beautiful, sweet smile and nothing else exists outside of this moment.

"hi bubs! and hi little man! look at the two of you." you greet them both, taking in how amazing nate looks shirtless with your son in his arms and breakfast made for you in the other hand. his hair is still tousled from sleep and the smile on his face is gorgeous.

nate puts noah down on the bed and he quickly crawls over to you as nate places your breakfast on the nightstand and settles next to you. "morning, baby." he whispers, kissing you deeply.

"good morning, bubs. thank you for getting up and getting noah. and for breakfast. you didn't have to do that." you say before pecking his lips one more time. nate shrugs as if it's no big deal but blush colors his cheeks pink. "i love you."

"i love you more. it's the least i could do." he replies, pulling you in closer to him as noah settles in his lap. yeah, nate wouldn't trade this for anything in the world.

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sebsxphia · 1 year

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thinking about smearing lipgloss all over rhett’s di- [REDACTED]

— bre <3 🧚‍♂️

NO NO YOU COME BACK HERE AND REPEAT IT

or help me god i will

rhett loves it when you wear lipgloss. he loves seeing it smeared over your lips and running up your cheeks when he runs his thumb over it as he’s arched over you and fucking you within an inch of your life. he loves it when he’s throat fucking you and it smears around your lips with your mascara running over your cheeks. but you made it your mission to coat his entire cock with it.

sat on your knees in the dingy bar toilet and rhett’s cock resting heavy in your mouth, your bright red lipstick that you wore for the night was smeared over his tip from your teasing sucks. it made him suck in harshly through his teeth at the sensitivity with his head thrown back against the tiled wall.

you inched your way down and run your lips strategically over his shaft so the red would smear along him. it mixed with your spit and turned a pinkish colour and rhett let out a groan when he saw his cock painted in your lipgloss. “filthy fucking girl, aren’t you? coating my cock like that. i wish everyone in this fuckin’ bar could see my girls lipgloss all over my cock.”

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thank you so much for this insane thot my dear!! 💌💖

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margowritesthings · 1 year

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Candlelit Lust

by @cowboydisaster

read now

#dutch van der linde #Dutch van Der Linde x reader #rdr2 #rdr #Dutch van Der Linde fanfiction #Dutch van Der Linde x you #Bre #moodboards

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genderlessdude92 · 1 month

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GENTLE, PLEASE

NSFW FIC

PAIRING: Alastor x Wife!Reader

SUMMARY:Y/N, like the nervous wreck she is, can’t stop spending her free time worrying over something that’s not even a big deal. Of course, one thing lead to another. (Thank you, Charlie, for letting them have the day off).

WARNINGS: (SFW) Reader is female, Reader is hellborn, Reader is VERY anxious (alastor as well, but not too much), reader is sensitive obv, angel is angel, usage of y/n, established relationship cussing on both parts, Alastor owns readers soul. (NSFW) alastor’s pain kink shows a little bit, lingerie, reader is TIGHT, reader is also virgin but is registered adult!!!, mention of a safeword, p in v, slight orgasm denial, reader’s tears, soul-chain bondage, alastor knots. Mentions of pregnancy^^ idk if there’s angst in this that counts but both have a good ending so dw (LMK if i missed anything!!!!)

!!TRANSLATING MY WORK OR COPYING IT IS NOT APPRECIATED (But thanks for liking it :3)!!

Alastor was a man of his word.

Y/N was sitting in her room, tired from her piece of vibrating plastic that brang her ‘pleasure’.

“You look gorgeous in your bliss, darling.”

Whenever Alastor rubbed her, ate her out, it made her feel real pleasure, though.

But, did he?

What was real pleasure?

“I’m too big for you, sweetheart, maybe another time.”

Another time.

Did he want another time?

“You’re almost like Charlie’s mother, Hah! We’d make great parents.”

The look he gave you.

Y/N felt so relieved after hearing Charlie was going up to heaven for a meeting just a moment ago, but now all of these stupid…that’s mean. All these overwhelming thoughts were plaguing her head.

She threw the piece of plastic across the room.

She had to give him something.

when was the last time you talked to him? when was the last time you crossed paths with your husband during work? when was the last time you cooked for him?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

22:10 PM

She couldn’t sleep.

Was she good enough?

Ugh.

She put on a flimsy oversized shirt she usually wears to bed, some polka-dot pajama shorts, and white, knee-high socks.

She didn’t bother to change her underwear garments from the night before.

Y/N looked around before heading out of her hotel room, in case anybody saw her, to Alastor’s room.

Y/N was so happy when Alastor ‘accidentally’ mapped her room next to his on one of the secluded floors when the hotel was being rebuilt. How happy she was, indeed.

Knock knock knock

Silence. but only for a moment before she heard and felt the soft familiar static come closer to the other side of the door.

“Come in, mon cher.” He greeted as he opened the door, stepping aside. His room looked neat and clean, unlike Y/N’s. mostly because there wasn’t much stuff…and he had a whole bayou, making the room bigger.

She nervously walked over the the edge of his bed and sat down, breathing in the smell of his familiar cologne.

“Whats keeping you up so late? you’re usually a slumbering baby at this time of night!” He chortled, sitting down next to her on the plush bed of his.

Fuck.

He was wearing silk pajama pants and a robe, but the robe was just barely tied tightly, exposing a majority of his chest. His monocle was placed elsewhere and his hair was slightly disheveled.

Crap, you woke him up didn’t you.

“…I don’t know.” You dumbass, wrong answer! she scolded at herself.

Alastor chuckled again, “Just missed me?” he asked.

That reminded Y/N of back then. When it was simple and new between them. Before they went to this hotel, decades ago when the two met. She would always go over to his manor in the middle of the night after roaming the streets and feeling lonely.

Ah, yes. Now i have to work for the princess.

“…Yeah…missed you.” Y/N forced a smile alongside that little white lie.

He sighed, “…Alright, what’s going on?” He placed a place on her tensed shoulder, rubbing it soothingly, gently.

Cornered. Y/N didn’t have a choice, “Do you…Do always mean it when…fuck- when you s-say you-um- want to have a child with me?” She said without breaking her eye contact to the floor.

You didn’t have to say it like that, fucking hell

Alastor’s movements froze. “…a…um…” His smiled turned strained, “-a spawn?”

Y/N teared up. there was no way she was getting out of this one.

She whimpered, “…sorry.” before her hands shot up to her face, Alastor grabbed her wrist-

“I would love to. Y-You know I am a man of my word…” Alastor confessed with a chuckle, “-But…only if you are comfortable with it, mon amour.” Alastor went to her eyes level to try and meet her eyes.

Y/N froze. Her tears stopped.

…Holy fuck.

Y/N looked at him, to search for any disapproving emotion in his eyes.

None.

“…I-I want to.” Y/N confessed back, “…too.”

Alastor’s smile softened, he pulled Y/N with ease into him lap, “I’m glad,” and immediately kissed her.

The kiss was soft, sensual, gentle, even. Alastor’s hands began to roam under her shirt once she opened her mouth for him.

Alastor broke away from the kiss for a moment, a string of saliva connecting to their lips, “Y/N…?” he tugged on her shirt.

Oh god, what do i say?

“…Is there something wrong?” Y/N silently panicked.

Alastor widened his eyes for a moment but then softened his demeanor, “You shirt. Can i take it off?” He kissed her lips once more.

Fucking idiot. A brain dead patient would’ve known what that meant.

“…Yes.” She smiled nervously as he broke the the kiss.

Alastor nodded before bunching the hem of her shirt in his claws, “arms up, dear.”

As Y/N put her arms up, letting him gently take off her shirt, Alastor noticed how she was…wearing lingerie.

The lingerie that she wore the night before.

see what i did there

As Y/N put her arms down, she noticed how Alastor was staring at her under garments…

That she didn’t change from last night.

Y/N squeaked and ripped the bra off her body, tossing it away and into the bayou.

Now you’re bra-less.

Y/N slowly look up at Alastor, afraid he was going to scold her for not caring about her hygiene and stuff like that.

Alastor had always scolded her for skipping certain chores to, ‘take the weight off Alastor and Nifty’s shoulders’ whether it be showers, making the bed…laundry.

Dirty landry.

Alastor sighed, “I love you, Y/N,” He laughed softly, “-my clumsy doe.” He finished the sentence with a lustful growl, his claws tickled down her spine, arching her back.

“…I…I love you, t-“ almost immediately, Y/N was pinned down into the center of the bed, Alastor lips crashing onto hers like a starved man.

Fuck yeah, it was hot.

Alastor began to knead his claws at her breasts, squishing them so.

he grinder himself to her clothed core, making her throb for his touch, some contact. It almost felt like all those other times.

…but…it didn’t feel right.

Alastor, after needing a breath of air, noticed the tiniest hint of this, and grown worried,

“Are you alright, dearest?” He checked in.

She was unsure. Yeah, she was in the mood…but she just felt nervous, and he felt so confident.

“…anything i could do?” Alastor questioned once more, still hovering over her, his antlers slightly sizing down.

Think, Y/N, you were fine before, what was he doing before…

“…can you um…be gentle?” She winced, thinking that she sounded like some kind of needy loser. Oh, lord-

“-Why…o-of course, mon cœur.” he reassured, rubbed his thumbs over her small, plush breasts because kissing her once again.

Nothing could have compared more to how satisfied Alastor felt when she moaned.

It wasn’t a pornographic moan either, it was…natural. needing, almost.

Once Alastor slipped his tongue into her awaiting mouth, he began to unwrap his robe, tossing it to the ground and leaving his chest bare for her.

She gasped, “Oh, Al…” before she could wrap her arms around his neck, she felt him tug at her loose shorts,

“May I, darling?~”

Y/N nodded like a frantic woman, lifting her bottom up so he could take off her shorts, awaiting to find her panties completely soaked.

He pushed her bottom down with ease, “Dear, you seem to be completely moist,” Alastor commenting with the low vibration of static in his voice, making Y/N blush frantically. “Tell me, what turn you on so much? Perhaps…” Alastor swiped a finger through her panties, making her yelp. He then brang it back up to his mouth and licked itc moaning softly, “…was it my switch in demeanor?”

Y/N clenched as the sight. Alastor scooted back and lowered herself to her pussy, licking her slowly through the cloth guarding her. When he got to the location of her pearl, he pushed his tongue down onto it, receiving a moan from the receiver.

But his tongue wasn’t enough at the moment.

She wanted more.

“N-no…please, Alastor…I want you.” Y/N pleaded. she was impatient, she couldn’t just sit there and go through what was the usual.

She needed more.

He growled. “Anything for you, ma lumière.” Like an inpatient man, he tapped the bottom of her butt, signaling her to raise it. She did so, and almost immediately did he swiped her panties off of her, resulting in a gasp from Y/N.

Alastor crawled over so his pelvis was just on top of her. standing straight on his knees.

Alastor unbuttoned his silk pajama pants, his hard cock springing free right out of his boxers.

Nothing could have prepared Y/N from how big it looked.

Estimating, it was probably 7.5 inches minimum, and have mercy on her-

It was seriously…thick.

She looked up at Alastor worried. Alastor noticed this and softened his expression,

“You’ll be okay. I’ll go slow for you.”

Y/N nodded, but it certainly didn’t make her feel any better. She was still clenching her womanhood as well, just slightly at the thought of how bad this might hurt.

Alastor sighed. “The safeword is…stop.” Alastor told her. Hopefully that would make her feel safer.

…she opened for him.

When Alastor looked down to examine her, he saw how each second she opened, her juices would stick to her pussy’s lips in strings.

His dick physically throbbed more.

After hooking her legs up and around her waist, he lowered his body down more so that his cock was in lined with her vagina.

Slowly, he rubbed his length up down down through her folds, collecting as much natural lube as he could for her pleasure.

-But the sounds definitely weren’t helping, making Y/N face glow a darker tint of red than before. So, she just zoned out to the rumble of Al’s static.

What snapped her out of her zoning, although, was the burning of her hole, hissing in discomfort.

“Shhh…” Alastor hushed, “Just let me put the tip in, then i’ll stop.” Alastor, still, waited for confirmation.

Fucking pussy, Y/N thought, can’t even take the tip?!-

“o-okay.” She grasped onto his shoulder for an anchor in the pain. I can get through this.

Alastor still gave her a moment before shoving the full tip in, making her wince in pain, squeezing his shoulder.

Alastor hushed her again, “relax for me, darling…” he lowered his mouth to her left nipple, softly suckling on the nub, and effort to ease the pain. As Y/N released more moans, bringing one of her hands up to rub the lonely breast.

After a moment to let her settle around him, he pulled away from her nipple with a pop, bringing her hand back up to his shoulder.

“Just relax for me…” Alastor suggested before closely pushing some more length into her. “You,” he groaned, “You’re doing so good for me…”

How is she so tight?

Tears began to form in Y/N’s waterline. Alastor looked up at the sight and pondered what he could do. After a few moments, he stopped until he was just halfway into her, he leaned down once more to place his lips on her tears, her forehead, and then her lips, whispering affirmations in the middle of each kiss.

…was this too slow?

Y/N couldn’t believe her thoughts.

She pulled away from his lips to speak, “A-Al…put it in…i’m ready…” she requested with desperation in her tone, “i need all of you…”

Alastor looked up at him to spot a lie in the process, “Are you sure, my love-“

“Alastor, fuck me.”

That made Alastor moan, which then turned into a growl as Alastor subconsciously grew into a slightly bigger form of himself, snapping his hips with force into her.

Y/N cried out, but silenced Alastor before he could say anything, “S-Start moving, Al, please…” She took one of her hands off a shoulder to rub her nub, moaning softly as the newly added pleasure mixed with him slowly bottom out before snapping back into her.

He repeated this motion for a moment before slowly picking up her pace, making her moans short between thrusts.

“A-Alastor, ngh…” She called for him, grasping onto his shoulder once again. She tried to pull him down for a kiss.

“Use your words, m…mon cher.” he breathed and he kept his euphoric pace.

“K-Kiss me…” Y/N pleaded through her moans.

Alastor quickly leaned down to peck her lips before breaking the quick kiss,

“I’m gonna fill you…” He quickened his pace, his form becoming more menacing as his antlers grew, “with my seed.” He finished his sentence by smashing his lips onto hers.

As Y/N’s legs began to slip, he quickly used his tendrils to press them to her chest,

Positioning her into a breeding press.

“Ah…A-Alastor…I’m gonna-ah!” Alastor changed his pace to a brutal, electrifying one.

Y/N didn’t even care if he were to be gentle, she just wanted that sweet relief of relea-

“You don’t cum until i say so, darling.” a green shackle on Y/N’s left ankle appeared as a warning. “Understood? Those are our rules of the bedroom.”

He wasn’t wrong there. Those were the rules. He never wanted to feel under-powered in the bedroom at all, so that included orgasm denial.

And Y/N was completely fine with it.

But how quick and hard he’s hitting that far spot in her walls?

Just made her feel like there was no control.

“Alastor, please…” Y/N let tears she didn’t know we’re building up fell.

Alastor hushed her comfortingly, “Sweetheart-fuck-sweetheart, y-you’re almost there…” Alastor could feel himself knot inside of her,

…He wasn’t even sure that he was knotting until Y/N’s moans turned into groans.

He swiped some tears off her cheeks, “Mon cœr, you’re r-ready to cum?” he shot one of his tendrils down to her pussy, rubbing it at a rapid pace. Alastor leaned down to whisper into her ear, the static in his voice now on mute, “cum for me, then.”

That’s when the coil snapped.

The same time when Alastor spilt him seed deep into her womb.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

23:04 PM

Y/N was exhausted.

“Darling, i need you to sit up for a moment.” Alastor demanded.

Y/N groaned like a toddler.

“…fine.” Alastor put down the glass of water onto the nightstand, taking one knee and placing it sorely onto the bed to get closer to her, his shadow helping to lift her butt up as he wiped extra semen off of her.

after a moment of him disappearing into the bathroom, he came back looking neat and ready for bed.

…with a genuine smile on his face as his eyes met your tired ones.

Alastor went to the other side on the bed, sighing as he felt the soft surface under him.

He scooted closer to Y/N to get her under the blankets, dramatic, he thought as Y/N made a whine of protest again from the movement.

Once everything felt to his liking, he laid down next to her. and pulled her close, nuzzling his cheek into her hair.

“…Hey…Al?”

“mhm?”

“…I love you…”

He softened his smile, chuckling light-heartedly,

“…I love you two, as well.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

BONUS ☆♪

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Hey, sweet cheeks,” Angel called from the other side of the lobby, walking over to Y/N, “Still up for that event thingy at the new bar? Heard that the sharks are blackl-“

Angel stared at the sight before him.

Y/N, laying on the couch with her legs slightly spread and a heating pad on the thighs.

“…Don’t-“

“Is it just me, or do i see you…a supposed to be virgin friend of mine…sore from a…” He examines the current position for a moment, walking around the couch to stand in front of her, “…breeding press position.”

Y/N stares at him like he’s her next target on a murder spree.

And which, he probably was.

“What? I’m and expert with this kind of stuff,” He pulls out his phone and sits next to you, “forget that I work for Valentino? Damn, how good was that sex?”

“Angel, if you want to keep the ability of having sex, be quiet.”

NOTE: I felt rlly devious making this fic 😍 But all jokes aside, i rlly need some writing tips since this is literally my first fic ever 😭 (we aren’t counting my slender x wife!reader fic from 2016 that got 11k notes help it wasn’t even that good-) But let’s be fr, tips and comments are appreciated! I’m also taking reqs but only Alastor ones for now <3 oki baiiii

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sleep-0-deprived · 2 months

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Toji x male Himbo reader nsfw thoughts

Female aligned dni, 18+ only content below

Toji who bends you over the kitchen counter roughly fucking your eyes into the back of your head because you were wearing a pair of shorts that he said where “too revealing”

Toji who watches ever movement you make and every slutty action you do with that dumb doe eyed look on your face making him wanna press his cock to your lips, forcing you to suck until tears while you press your crotch against his leg trying to get some friction for your painfully hard bulge

Toji who sees you in your revealing shorts during summer, hugging your curves and body in public making him only stare at you coldly just to push you into an alley making you yelp in confusion before pushing you against the brick wall degrading you calling you “fucking whore, I bet you wanted this?, wanted me to fucking use you like the slut you are boy?” He grins and whispers in your ear while pulling your shorts down as the fall down to your ankles and he rough fucks you against the alley wall, your thighs around his hips as he holds you fucking you harshly until you can’t think straight just to make you pull your shorts up afterwards like you aren’t leaking his cum from your abused hole feeling your bloated stomach from his seed earning a grin as he licks his scar

Toji who fucks you stupid, your face pressed down in the pillows your lips parted wide as you brokenly moan his name earning a harsh slap on your ass while he degrades you calling you “personal whore, cock drunk slut, and his boy” while your eyes hazily roll into your head and tear up from pleasure not being able to think straight while he roughly fucks you

Toji who reaches down and strokes your cock while he takes you from behind, his large fingers teasing your sensitive tip as it leaks pre cum all over yourself earning a whorish whine from you making him slap your ass in the process

Toji who grips your thighs to the point of bruising as he hangs your legs over his shoulders forcing you into a mating press while his other hand running up your chest squeezing your pecs and twisting your nipples telling you hushed words like “such pretty breasts, boy” he whispers in your ear such feminine names for you while you brokenly plea “n naht bre sts~” only making him grin and fuck you harder degrading and feminizing you until you can’t moan any words

Toji who makes you suck his cock after his work outs, placing hid leaking tip against your pouty lips smearing his pre cum as you look up at him making you part your lips as his heavy cock sits on them forcing a few cat licks on the tip before he shoves it fully in your mouth, his rough hand in the back of your head as he bobs your head up and down on his cock pressing it all the way to the back of your throat forcing your face pressed into his groin as you sloppily suck him off with your drool running down your chin looking up at him with lidded eyes feeling desperate for him to bend you over again

Toji who after fucking you leaves you whining and twitching in overstimulation your cock all red and puffy with cum staining your stomach and plump pecs while your hole twitches trying to clench around the air while his cum leaks out of you down your thighs making him lick his scar and press his tip back against your leaking and abused whole as he pushes back in again leaving your jaw slacked and your face ruined

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south-of-heaven · 1 month

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Hi there! Can I please request a BRE/reader where they’re spending an afternoon gaming together and reader is terrible at gaming but wants to show support for/partake in the things her partners like? BRE are happy to include their partner in their gaming session and are there for her with light teasing, helping hands, and maybe the occasional kiss or two. Lots of fun and fluff, please!

Thank you!

Pretty Terrible || The BRE x Reader

Summary: You're a pretty terrible gamer. You still try, though. For the sake of your partners.

You sit on the couch surrounded by your partners, Dakota, Mia, Shayna, and Jessamyn, all eagerly clutching their controllers as they prepare for a gaming marathon. They've been trying to teach you how to play for ages, but despite their best efforts, you're still pretty terrible at it.

But today, you're determined to give it your best shot. After all, gaming is something they all love, and you want to show your support by joining in on the fun. So you grab a controller and try to follow along as they explain the rules and controls of the game.

As the game progresses, you quickly realize just how out of your depth you are. Your character is constantly getting taken out by the others, and try as you might, you just can't seem to get the hang of it.

But despite your lack of skill, you find yourself having a blast. The laughter and camaraderie shared between you and your partners is infectious, and even though you're losing pretty badly, you can't help but enjoy yourself.

After a while, though, you decide that it's time to throw in the towel. You've had your fill of gaming for the day, and besides, you'd much rather spend the rest of the afternoon cuddled up with your partners.

They tease you mercilessly for your lack of gaming prowess, but you take it all in good humor. After all, it's all in good fun, and you know they're just teasing you because they care.

Except for Jessamyn, that is. She's always been the more nurturing one of the group, and as you set down your controller and snuggle up in her lap, she wraps her arms around you protectively, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

"Aw, don't worry about it, babe," she murmurs, her voice soft and reassuring. "You may not be the best gamer, but you're still the best cuddler."

You can't help but smile at her words, feeling a warm glow of affection spread through your chest. As you settle in for the rest of the afternoon, wrapped in the arms of your partners, you know that even if you're not great at gaming, you're still surrounded by love, and that's all that really matters.

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strawberrywonz · 3 months

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Okay hi everyone im back !! Bre is back okay !! Uhm i need ideas for a new fic so pls send in reqs or theres options !

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breanime · 2 years

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Let's say, Aemond is seeing Reader for the first time and can't help what he is feeling...lust.

When his mother invited your family to King's Landing, Aemond was less than interested. He was preoccupied with his studies and training, he had no use for frivolous ladies flouncing about the court. When your family arrived, his mother greeted them personally, accompanied by his sister--who was eager to have another young woman about the castle--and Ser Criston Cole.

Aemond, however, was locked away in the library, studying the history of the Red Keep.

Still, he couldn't avoid socializing with you and your people for long. And he wasn't that hard to find.

"You should see the Lady Y/N," Aegon swaggered into the library, clearly drunk in the middle of the day, "She's a sight," he paused when Aemond fixed his with his cold, one-eyed stare, "I meant nothing by the phrase," Aegon said weakly.

"Mm," Aemond went back to his books, "What do you want, Aegon? I'm busy."

His brother laughed, "Our presence has been requested. Mother wants us to formally introduce ourselves to Lady Y/N," he leaned forward, swaying a bit on his drunken feet, lowering his voice dramatically, "It seems my insufferable wife has asked her to stay in King's Landing as her companion, and her father has agreed."

Choosing to ignore the comment about their sister, Aemond sighed, finally standing up, "You know you are not to touch this girl," Aemond said, looking over at his older brother, "She is highborn, it would bring shame upon our house."

Aegon rolled his eyes, "Don't be boring, brother," he grinned as the two walked through the vast halls of the castle, "I won't do a thing to the girl... until she's wet and begging for it."

"Such talk is unbecoming of a prince," Aemond said back, not looking at his brother.

Aegon scoffed, but straightened up when they turned the final corner where Alicent was standing with Helaena and you, chatting about the changing seasons.

And that was when Aemond saw you.

It felt like all of the air had been stolen from his lungs. Never before had Aemond felt such a tingle, such a heat go through him. Such--

--desire.

You were more than just a "sight". You were a goddess, an angel, a temptress, a dream. Aemond barely even registered his mother introducing them, Aegon as the elder, and then presenting Aemond. You were his singular focus, and he stared at you, his one eye drinking you in, starting from your feet, up your enticing body, all the way to your perfect face. He had grown quite skilled at overcompensating for his lack of vision, he noticed things much faster than the average person, took in details and memorized them perfectly because if he did not, he would be at a disadvantage. Now, he was grateful for his hypervision, grateful that it allowed him to truly see you. He could feel his lips curl upwards without his permission, but Gods, he couldn't help it. You looked so...

...delicious.

"Pleased to meet you, Prince Aegon, Prince Aemond," you gave a perfect curtesy, and Aemond thought you'd make a lovely wife. The thought surprised him--not since he was a boy had he thought of marriage as anything more than a duty he would one day have to perform. But now, he was imagining you on his arm, and he liked the image that was swimming in his head.

"You will, of course, treat the Lady Y/N with the utmost respect," Alicent said, a smile on her face but eyes hard as she stared over at Aegon, "She is our respected guest."

"A dragon protects what is his," Helaena whispered, smiling as she played with her fingers, "and what is his knows that it belongs to a dragon."

Aemond tore his eye from you to look at his sister, she looked up and gave him a smile. When he looked back at you, you were smiling as well.

"I have heard much of your love of books, Prince Aemond. I am quite fond of reading as well," you said, and Aemond wanted to drown in the sweet tones of your voice, "Perhaps you could recommend a good book for me to read during my stay here."

Aemond felt his heart quicken in his chest, and if it weren't for his mother and siblings being present, he would have marched over and touched you.

Gods, he wanted to touch you.

Instead, he stared over at you, wondering about the softness of your plump lips. "I would much like that, my lady," he said back.

Alicent tore her eyes from Aegon to look at her son. His eye was blown wide, and he had a strange look on his face, an expression she hadn't seen before on him. It almost reminded her of Aegon, but there was no malice behind Aemond's gaze, the way he stared at you. There was interest, curiosity, and Gods help her--lust.

She watched, frozen, as Aemond slowly walked over to you, and she noted the careful tension in his body, like he holding himself back, keeping himself in control.

And you... Alicent could see now the way you lit up when Aemond had walked in, how your focus was singularly on him, and his was on you, Aegon and Helaena had fallen into the background. All there was were the two of you. Even now, as you threw pretty smiles at her favorite son, she could see a smile growing on his lips--a rare sight.

Helaena stood at her mother's side, and her light, airy voice filled the Queen's ear as she spoke, "A dragon protects what is his," Helaena said again, "and what is his knows that it belongs to a dragon."

Alicent took a deep breath. What is his. She put a hand on her daughter's shoulder, "Thank you, my dearest." Alicent turned, "Ser Criston."

The knight appeared at her side in seconds. Alicent did not take her eyes off of you and Aemond. Never before had she seen her son so animated, so singularly focused on something that wasn't his dragon or sword. "Ser Criston," Alicent said, keeping her voice low, "I want you to ensure that Aemond stays in his quarters tonight."

"My Queen?" Criston turned to her, confusion in his dark eyes. Of the three of her children, Aemond had never been a flight risk.

"I will not have my son give in to base desires," she said, inclining her chin towards you and Aemond.

Criston followed her gaze and saw the way the young prince was looking at you, the way his eye traveled up and down your frame, the tightness of his stance, as if he was fighting to keep himself from touching you. He nodded, "I understand."

"Good," she took in a breath, watching the way her son stood close to you, as if drawn into your space, "Both of their virtues must remain unquestionable...

...I intend to make a match of them."

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Ok, so that was my first time writing Aemond, so pleaaaaase let me know what you think. He's my current obsession, so I am def open to writing him more if anyone is interested in reading it.

Gif drabble requests are closed for every character except Aemond, so if you'd like to send in a gif of him for me to do a drabble about, feel free!

Thank you for reading!

PART TWO

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond one eye #bre does gif drabbles (again)!#hotd #house of the dragon

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sturnslcver · 2 months

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FIRST TIME WITH CHRIS

ੈ✩‧₊˚ HOTEL ORDEAL ˚.°: ₊˚ ୨

— chris sturniolo x fem reader —

— fluff, smut, cock warming, orgasms, face riding, side sex, sex warnings!

you sighed impatiently awaiting chris’ arrival. you’d barely seen him all day, as he’d been out for content purposes and business meetings. you lay stiff under the covers, shivering, entwined into a ball in attempt to warm yourself up. you were nearly asleep when you heard chris wriggling the door handle. your back remained to him. he shut the door gently and slowly, deeming you might be asleep. he leaned down, peeking over your shoulder. “hey” he whispered before placing a delicate kiss on your temple. “hi.” you turned your head just a bit, connecting both of your lips. he immediately set down his things and dropped down behind you, his chest pressed against your back. his knuckles came up, delicately moving up and down your arm. his face lowered into the crook of your neck. you felt his warm, balanced breaths tickling your skin.

“you tired?” he mumbled. “just cold.” you reshuffled yourself to rest comfortably, brushing against his groin. he emit a soft groan into your neck, resting his hand on your hip. “sorry.” all he did was smile. you turned to face chris, resting your head in your hand. “i really missed you today.” you tilted toward him placing a soft kiss to the corner of his lips. he slanted toward you just as you were backing away, dragging out the kiss. you smiled into the kiss before he began to back away. “what’d you do today?” he questioned sweetly before reaching down to nibble your shoulder, working his way up to behind your ear. you swiftly sucked a breath in, feeling an intense warmth develop between your legs. you squeezed them tight before replying. “bed rot?” “okay..” he chuckled. “chris?” you urged. “mhm?” his mouth still active to your ear. “i wanna try..” “try what?” you fell silent for just a moment, hesitant to get your request through to him. “you know..” his head shot up, examining you carefully. “you’re sure?” you nodded, chris taking in a big breath before scanning up and down your body.

he continued to pepper you with kisses all across your face, and down your neck. his hands wrapping around your waist, slightly pushing up your shirt. his fingertips trickled up to your back, you arching into his touch. he unclipped your bra with ease, glancing up at you, practically pleading for permission to slip off your top and bra. you obliged. he delicately discarded the clothing to the floor before lowering, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your pants, leaving sloppy kisses all across your abdomen. you gently lifted as he stripped you of your shorts. he traced figures into your skin, goosebumps forming. his face fell forward, placing light kisses and hot breaths to your clothed clit, before nibbling at the waistband of your underwear, slowly revealing your glistening vulva. his hands slid to wrap around your thighs, his tongue gliding along your calves all the way down to your ankles, slowly lifting them to rest up against his shoulder. “you ready?” he uttered breathily. “mhm” your nodded, your eyes travelling from the ceiling to chris.

almost immediately, you began to squirm to the feeling of chris’ lips latching on to your clit, sucking insistently. you immediately wriggled into his touch, letting out consistent whispers as he held you down by your thighs, digging his nails into your skin. you swiftly glanced around the room looking for anything to grip onto as the knot in your stomach increased. just as you’d gotten ahold of the edge of the mattress, you felt your hole swallow chris’ tongue as he shoved and swirled into you. right as the knot in your stomach was about to snap, chris’ head lifted from between your legs. “chris” you spoke in a needy groan . “dont let go yet” chris shook his head. he kept his hands to your thighs, delicately flipping you over to face your insides.

you shivered at the sensation of his sharp breaths and soft groans to your lower half. “sit” he uttered, lining his nose up to your clit. “are you sure?” chris smirked, his eyes found your face as he left bites all along the inside of your thighs. “i’m positive..” growing impatient to your leisurely lowering, he pulled you down onto his face himself. you trembled at the friction between your clit and chris’ nose, frozen in fear at the thought of suffocating chris. between chris’ nose, tongue, and repeated squeezing to your thighs, you rapidly began to chase your orgasm, violently rocking back and forth against his nose. you peered down to see chris already staring at you, his face drowning in your juices, his tongue still swirling in and out consuming all he could as you let go all over his face, your hand grasping the headboard as your head flew back, setting free a series of wails. chris released his grip gently nudging you off of him, finally sucking in the air.

you were now sitting upright beside chris’ shoulders, him facing you, his back still glued to the bed. he gaped down taking notice to your quivering legs, raising a hand, smoothly rubbing his thumb across your knee. you lightly squeezed chris’ hand inspecting him alluringly. “still not done?” he raised a brow astounded. chuckling, he reached an arm out, scooping you up into him. you now lay with the back of your head to his chest. his fingers faintly motioned through your hair as the both of you tuned in to one another’s breaths slowing.

you gnawed at chris’ bicep imploring that you wanted more. still regaining composure, chris flipped your back to him, tapping on your hip, motioning you to arch. you did, along with unfurling your legs. he rimmed himself to your entrance, letting a soft whimper leave his lips, his jaw falling slack into your cheek. you seized chris’ other hand, which was resting underneath you as he slowly passed unremittingly through you. you whinced, adjusting to his size. his freehand took ahold of your side as his he felt his climax emerging. he sped up a bit, your head slightly turning to discover his clenched abdomen. beads of sweat dripped down his forehead and his brows furrowed as he fell balls deep into you, both of your juices combining, as you ejaculated in conjunction.

chris remained motionless inside of you, moving the hand from your waist up to your cheek. he lightly brushed the sweaty hair sticking to your face away. “you were amazing for me” he breathed into the nape of your neck. you clutched the hand of his you were holding, resting your cheek to it. “really?” “really.” he confirmed. his fingers traced from your cheek all the way down to your outer thigh, as your eyelids began growing heavy. chris rest his head on yours as you let out a yawn. “goodnight. i love you” he beamed. “love you” you uttered moments before falling fast asleep, chris still immersed inside of you, your fingers remained connected with one another’s.

this was a very rushed and sloppy fic and i am sorry for that. it’s been extremely difficult for me to sit, focus, and write. i have lots going on at home rn. i hope this was still an enjoyable read for you :) love you guys!

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thebestofoneshots · 3 months

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This isn’t really a request but this came to may head at three in the morning ok Imagine like your getting fucked by one of the Marauders or all of them and yk those moving pictures they have in the wizard world image they have a whole box filled of the reader getting back shots and EVERYTHING 😵‍💫🥴

THE STASH | marauders x reader

Pairing: J.P. x S.B. x R.L x Female Reader

Word Count: 5 k

Warnings: Smut, finger fucкing, a little bit of PTSD on Sirius, pictures taken w/o reader’s knowledge, reader being insecure and gaining back confidence thanks to the boys.

Prompt: You find the boy's stash, filled with lusty pictures and they make you feel insecure, thoughts about not being good enough for them arise, the catch is, that’s THE OLD stash. (Happy ending)

Notes: I had a similar idea already in my head so when I saw this ask I just knew I had to make it happen.

♡ NSFW: Smut under the cut

You knocked on their door a couple of times when no one said anything, you decided to let yourself in, “Rem? Jamie? Sirius?”

No answer.

You looked around and went to sit by Remus’ bed. He said he’d see you in their room later that night for study and maybe something more, but with study club and prefect duties, you assumed he was as busy as the two other boys were with the quidditch training. You didn’t mind it much though, their room was a lot more quiet to study in than yours, and it was always fun to see their surprised faces when they walked in and you were there.

You were taking your book and some parchment out when a pot of ink fell from your bag and onto the floor. There was a thud and then another one and then it spilled all over. You gasped and left the bag on the side before leaning down to pick it up. You whispered a quick “reparo,” and the crystal pot wasn’t leaking anymore, but the ink was still on the floor and some of it was spilling down the wooden floorboard.

“Fuck,” you whispered as you summoned a napkin from your bag and started to clean as best as you could, but it didn’t seem to be working, it was still spilling down into what looked like a nook on the floor. You frowned and looked at the wooden board in detail only to realize there was a section that was a little more worn than the rest.

You frowned and tried to lift the board by digging your nails on the side but it wasn’t working, you huffed and walked over to Sirius’ night table to see if he still had his pocket knife there. Luckily he did, and you took it, pulling out one of the blades and using it as a crane to lift the wooden board.

Once you did you realized the ink had slipped inside most of the things they kept in there. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whispered continuously as you tried to pull off the things in fear that they would be ruined with the ink. There were some old letters, some hand-rolled cigars, a few potions and then a small box, that one had gotten most of the ink. You winced and pulled it out, biting your lip as you tried to concentrate. You had been so busy with the cleaning, that you never saw the spiderwebs that covered most of the items.

“Evanesco,” you whispered, focused solely on the ink, which successfully disappeared, but so did the small lock they had on the box and it opened by itself. You blinked a couple of times when you saw what was inside. You carefully grabbed one of the images, a stunning red-headed witch, winking at you as she bounced around, with her very large, and very beautiful breasts in full display.

You gulped as you stared at her, she wiggled her shoulders a bit and gave you another wink. You sucked in a breath, she was freaking stunning. And probably there because of James’ fixation with redheads.

The rest of the pictures were turned over, but curiosity got the best of you, and you took another piece of paper from the box. That one was bent in four, as if it had been ripped from a magazine. You slowly unbend it, first one fold and then the other and there was another stunning witch in the image.

This one had smaller breasts, but she was leaning down on a bed, perfectly manicured hands brushing over her own folds, two perfectly long and well-shaped legs on the side. She had dark skin and the light reflected on her legs as she accommodated on the bed, her head leaning back with what looked like a sigh as she rolled her hand over her clit. She too was beautiful, and perfect.

You sat the image on the side, next to the redhead and pulled another one. One of the smaller ones, only to be met with yet another stunning witch, perfectly flat stomach, and beautiful perky breasts, she was riding a pillow, one hand on the bed and looking straight at you as she bit her lips, inviting, enticing. You placed her next to the others as you pulled another image. And then another, and then another.

Image after image, perfectly attractive witches in all sorts of positions, some by themselves, some with companions (either other hot witches or the cock of a wizard or two). You pressed your legs together, there was a mix of feelings inside you. First of all, you were a little turned on after seeing such kind of imagery. But second, and most important. You were a little upset.

Which was ridiculous, you knew. Expecting the boys to pleasure themselves with the thought of you in mind when you weren’t around was stupid, especially when there were clearly much better and hotter witches in the market. What with their perfectly round breasts and their beautiful lips and flat stomachs and long legs and rosy cunts. You looked at them with a bit of a frown, they all had something in common, they were perfect, and you? You were far, far from that.

Now you weren’t upset that the boys were doing themselves, you knew men needed a lot more release than women did and you tried to keep that in mind as you placed all the beautiful witches back in their box, but you couldn’t help but think: Did they also think of them when they were with you? Did they imagine the beautiful redhead’s breasts when they were kissing yours, or maybe that they were in between the legs of that girl with the gorgeous reflective skin instead of your own?

While the pictures were meant to be stimulating, and they had been a little at the beginning, the more you thought about them, the more you thought they were so much unlike you and the more your thoughts continued to spiral.

“Such beautiful witches…” you murmured as you closed the box, “and they are equally gorgeous men… why are they–“ You didn’t finish your words out loud, too painful to say them outside of your head.

Why are they with me?

You carefully placed the box back into its spot, cleaned the rest of the things that had gotten stained and placed everything back in their stash. You carefully placed the wooden plank back where it belonged and put Sirius’ knife back in his drawers. You took a deep breath, not feeling up for much and instead ripped a page from your notebook.

“I’m feeling a little sick, see you boys tomorrow.”

It was simple enough not to make them question further, you left it on top of Remus’ bed and left the room.

The following day, the boys being as marvelous and attentive as they were, had gotten you to forget about the stash almost completely. And things had been absolutely perfect since then.

At least until a few days later, you had been playing wizards chess with Sirius on his bed, and after he beat you for the third time making you feel both hopeless and a little dumb for not anticipating his moves –which was also ridiculous because Sirius had been a wizard chess champion– he offered to make it up to you.

It was in the spark in his eyes that you knew exactly what he meant. You bit your lip, Remus was reading a book on his bed while James was snoring lightly next to him, one hand draped across the other boy’s torso. You knew they’d want to join in when they realized what you and Sirius were up to, and it sent a shiver down your stomach.

“What do you say, doll?” Sirius asked as he levitated the chess board and the broken pieces to the side, inviting you to come closer.

You huffed “You think you can make it up with your little puppy eyes?”

Sirius pretended to think about it for a second before nodding. “While they should be enough, I’m still planning to use more than just my looks to make you feel better.”

You returned the smile and leaned closer to him, moving to straddle his sitting form, his back was pressed to the headboard and you could feel he was at least a little excited as you leaned into him.

“Did you win so many times just so you could say that to me?” You asked in disbelief, you were drumming your fingers near the nape of his neck.

“I might have been a little extra attentive,” he replied as he grabbed onto your hips and placed a kiss on your neck. “I know how riled up you get when you can’t best me,” he said before placing another kiss, this time further up, “I kind of enjoy seeing your little frown, and angry looks,” he admitted, he was now kissing your jaw. You rolled your hips into his and he tightened his grip on your hips in response.

You smiled, loving the fact that you knew exactly what Sirius liked and how to get him worked up, at least as much as he knew of you. You rolled your hips again and he reached his hand under your skirt, feeling the outside of your leg before flicking his hand to the inside of it. To the softer skin that he grabbed with firm tenderness. Itching his hand closer and closer, making sure to massage your skin, tauntingly.

You leaned your head onto his shoulder, letting his beautiful hair fall on your face as you rolled your hips again, a lot softer this time, matching his pace and wanting his hand to come closer.

“Eager, are we?” he teased.

“Shhh, you’ll wake up Jamie,” you said as you leaned over to kiss his neck. He bit his lip to hold back a moan and finally placed his hand over your panties, tracing a soft line over your slit. You bucked your hips against his hand and he chuckled lightly.

Remus, who had been focused on his book so far, frowned and looked up at the two of you, smirking a little when he noticed what you were up to. Of course, he knew that chuckle, it was Sirius’ sexy teasing laugh.

“Easy love or you’ll be the one to wake up Prongs,” he said, leaning his head to your ear and softly nibbling on it. He traced his hand over your slit a couple more times, and you bucked your hips again. He smiled, you didn’t see it, but you felt it against your skin, “All right, all right…” he said as he flicked his finger over the hem of your panties and moved them aside. You leaned even closer to him as he dug his fingers in, “All of this for me?” he teased as he felt how wet you were.

Remus, who was now only half looking at his book, had somewhat of a fun time as he listened in to your conversation with Sirius. He would be lying if he said he didn’t find it stimulating. But he also knew Sirius had had a bit of a bad week, so he thought of letting him have you just for himself, at least for a little bit longer, or until James woke up, just as eager to join in.

“Sirius please,” you whined with a frown and he smiled, letting his fingers trace up until they found your clit, making circles over it, which had you bucking your hips against him again. You bit the side of your cheek as you allowed him to move his hand, leaning in to kiss his neck again, to muffle any possible moans with his skin.

“May I?” he asked, teasing your entrance with his index.

“Mhm,” you said and bucked your hips again, eager for him to do his thing. And he complied, digging his finger inside and allowing it to move inside you as expertly as ever.

“So tight,” he whispered, Remus’ cock twitching at Sirius’ words and reconsidering whether he actually wanted to wait more before joining in.

He did not, so he carefully lifted James’ arm from his torso and walked towards Sirius’ bed. He sat right beside the two of you, a cocky smile on his face as he tilted his head to the side, “You two having fun there?” he asked, “without me?”

“You’re always welcome to join in Moony,” Sirius said with a teasing grin as he pulled you back just a little. You had both of your hands on Sirius’ shoulders, and you were now using them as leverage to ride his hand.

Moony smiled, “I might just watch for a while,” he said, leaning back and placing one of his hands on the back of Sirius’ neck. He knew how much small actions and touches like that made Sirius react, and he smiled as the boy’s breath hitched in his throat. He then turned to look at you, a mischievous grin on his face, he took his wand out and whispered “Evanesco.”

Suddenly both your shirt and bra disappeared, giving both boys the perfect sight of your breasts perking up at the sudden cold. Sirius grunted as he stared, and Remus hummed satisfied. You clenched around Sirius’ fingers –which were now two– whimpered and let out a soft moan.

But then, as you felt their gazes on you, and you felt your own boobs bouncing as you continued to ride Sirius’ expert fingers, you started to feel self-conscious, of how you looked, of how they were staring at you, on whether they were actually thinking of you or imagining something else, someone else. Maybe the beautiful redhead? The busty blonde? The reflextive-skinned goddess with the beautiful legs? The brunette with the beautiful ass?

Suddenly the lights flickered, and they were gone. You relaxed, Sirius felt the grip on his shoulder untensing, but he thought it was because you were close. But Sirius liked to see your fucked out face when he had his fingers inside you, and in seconds the lights were turned back on, and you tensed instantly.

The muscle movements were normal, but the way you suddenly dug your nails into his shoulders was not, at least not in the moment it was happening and not in the way it was either. Something was up.

He stopped moving his hand in an instant, “you all right, angel?” he asked, a small wrinkle forming on his forehead as his brows furrowed together.

You seemed to be lost in thought for a second, Remus noticed that too, “Yeah… just. Let’s leave the lights off today.”

Now it was Remus’ turn to frown, he took his hand from Sirius’ neck and sat straighter, pulling back and leaning in closer to look at your face, his hand instinctively traveling to your thigh. Sirius, with one hand still inside you –now unmoving– was brushing his thumb in circles on your waist, they were both giving you their unwavering attention, and your breath hitched in your throat. You looked at them nervously, your eyes traveling from boy to boy at unprecedented speeds and you bit your lip, and then the lights were off again.

Once they were off, you sighed and leaned your head on Sirius’ shoulder. He felt how you relaxed in an instant, and his frown deepened. “Angel, what is it?”

“Nothing, light’s giving me a headache,” you lied.

Sirius turned to Remus, while he couldn’t see much, he knew Remus would probably be able to see his questioning stance easily, with his enhanced senses, at least. “You believe her?” he mouthed.

Remus shook his head in response, and when he realized Sirius couldn’t actually see he turned to you and placed his hand on your shoulder. “Are you sure that’s it, luv?”

You swallowed, which was enough indication you weren’t, and you lied again, “Yes, let’s just, continue as is.”

Sirius knew you were lying, and he hated it when you lied to him, he also hated not being able to see shit while Remus could see your every reaction so he turned the lights on, didn’t even use his wand for it, and you tensed again.

You were taken aback by that and swallowed thickly. Your breath was slightly ragged and it was not because you were turned on, in fact, if anything, you felt rather apprehensive now. You cleared your throat. “You know, maybe I’m just not feeling it,” you lied again and pulled yourself off of his hand.

Sirius felt way too many things at the same time, he was worried about your reaction since he thought he’d done something wrong. He was angry because he knew you were hiding the exact reason; he wanted, no, he needed to know what was up so he would never do it again, and thirdly, he was upset, he’d felt…rejected. And by you, no other.

By the time Sirius reacted again, you were buttoning your shirt up and walking towards their door. James, who had been asleep till then, was finally awoken by the lights coming on and off and the small commotion going on. He was confused, at first he thought you were just playing, but perhaps that was not it.

But Sirius was faster, and he jumped over Remus to get to the door just as you were opening it and shut it closed. You jumped back just a little, shocked at how fast he’d moved, you were now the one with a frown, anger bubbling to your chest, Sirius’ temper had always been something you’d learn to deal with, and even if you knew it was justified now, that didn’t stop yours from flaring up.

“That’s not it,” he said confidently, “that’s not it and you’re not getting out until you tell me what’s upset you.”

“Sirius,” Remus said now, ever the conciliator. He’d also stood from the bed and walked the few strides left to get next to the two of you.

Maybe it wasn’t the best reaction you could have had, but you were already pretty shaken up by the situation at hand, by your rather torturous thoughts and by Srius’ slamming of the door. “Oh, so you know my body better than I do?” you said defensively, “you would know if I have or not a headache.”

“YES!” he responded stubbornly. “I know how it reacts when it has a headache and it’s not the way you were reacting now!”

You shook your head as you scoffed, James was now sitting on the bed looking at the situation both confused and worried.

“Moony! Back me up on this?” he said as he turned his face to him.

Remus bit his lip, as he shook his head, thinking before speaking. “He’s right luv, that was not your headache reaction.”

You scoffed, “ff course, you’d take his side.”

“I’m not taking any sides.”

“Well you are, just don’t realize it!” you said angrily. “If I say I have a headache, I have one and that’s it. Now, I want to leave.”

“Darling,” Remus said as he let out a breath, he seemed worried and upset as well now, you were trying really hard not to feel bad about it, trying to remind yourself why you needed to leave.

It was Sirius who spoke again, his lips quivering as he found the right words, “Just tell me what I did wrong, I’ll never do it again, I promise,” his voice broke near the end. He was panicking, he was terrified he’d hurt you and that you’d leave thinking the worst of him. You knew what was hapening had brought back some past trauma and you didn’t want to be the catalyst of another panick attack.

You took a deep breath when you heard him, your frown deepening as you considered your words, “I found your stash.”

The three men went quiet in an instant. Sirius looked like a deer trapped in headlights, Remus’ jaw had tightened and you’d heard James’ gasp in the back.

“Darling, I–“ Sirius tried to speak but you cut him off.

“No, no,” you tried to reason, more with yourself than with him. “I get, it’s fine, you need your release time and all that, I don’t mind.”

“Well, you clearly do,” Remus said. You felt a hand on your shoulder, it was James’. He had walked towards you the moment he heard about the stash but you hadn’t noticed until then. You flinched but missed the hurt look that etched his features as he looked at you.

“Well yes. But it’s a stupid feeling nonetheless. I’ll get over it. Just need time.”

“It was me,” James said from behind, “it was my idea, not Sirius’. Don’t be upset at him.”

You swallowed thickly, not wanting to be angry at James for something so natural in men, let alone because you knew this whole mess was created due to your own thoughts and insecurities, not theirs. And now you were upsetting them, what a great bIoody girlfriend you were.

“I don’t bIoody care whose idea it was!” you spat. “Please let me off,” you said then, leg bouncing, you wanted to get out before you said something that would upset them more.

“We’ll never do it again if that makes you feel better,” Sirius tried.

“No it– It fucking doesn’t, okay? It’s fine, it’s… Found it a couple of nights ago when my ink pot fell on the floor.” The three boys exchanged a look with each other, had either of them changed its spot? “It’s pretty fresh in my mind and– I just– I can’t stop thinking you’re imagining them while being with me.”

“Them?” Sirius asked, confused.

“The pretty witches!” you responded, almost angrily. Remus, who was in front of you looked confused, and you huffed before adding in more detail. “Beautiful redhead,” you looked at James. “Gorgeous blonde,” you added as you turned to Sirius. Then looked back at the taller boy, “need I elaborate?”

You heard James gasp from behind. “She found the old stash!”

“Ah, so you have a new and improved one,” you said now, and shook your head as you turned at the door. Sirius was leaning in and he had a cheeky smile on his face now, which pissed you off even further.

“You could call it that,” he said with a shrug.

“Sirius,” Remus said calmly again. “Don’t.”

But Sirius just smiled instead, “Oh but, I’m impressed. Our lovely angel was jealous.”

“I was not.” You said flatly. “Get off the door, please,” the last part was much more of a beg than a demand.

Sirius shook his head, “not until you see the new stash.”

Remus and James exchanged looks after that, not even sure if they should or shouldn’t stop Sirius.

“I don’t want to see the witches you use to wank off now, it’s enough with the images already in my head. Can’t stop thinking of them, of you thinking about them when you’re looking at me.”

Sirius’ face fell instantly, his teasing stance almost faltering but not his determined blockage of the door.

“That’s not–“

“Have you considered perhaps it was the other way around?” Remus asked as he placed a slightly hesitant hand on your shoulder.

“What?”

“That we imagined you when looking at them.”

You were taken aback by that. No, you hadn’t considered that. “What about the redhead, can’t tell me she wasn’t there because of James’ old obsession with Evans?”

James sighed, it was. That’s why they had to get a new stash.

“She needs to see the new stash,” Sirius said while looking at the two other boys.

“I don’t think that’s a great idea,” James intervened, it had been his idea after all, and he had admitted it to you now. He didn’t want to have you get mad over something else, and this time your anger would be indisputably justifiable.

“I think it is,” Sirius insisted.

You sighed, “you can continue deciding if you’re going to show me your new fuckable witches or not a different day. Sirius, get off the door.”

He shook his head and turned to James, “Please?”

“I don’t want to see them! Enough is enough!”

You turned to the side to try and find another exit when you bumped into Remus, he had a box in his hand. He raised it a bit, you knew what it was instantly.

“Remus!” James complained and went to get it but was hastily stopped by Sirius who got in the way and trapped him in his arms.

“Prongs behave!” He said sternly.

The path to the door was free now, but Remus’ serious stance made you curious, even more when he moved his finger to his lips and bit hard enough to draw bIood.

“What the fu–“

“It’s so no one can open but us,” he explained. “We bIood charmed it.”

You looked at him with a shocked face, you didn’t think they’d go to such lengths to hide their spicy stuff, what the hell did they even have there?

Some of the metal hinges at the top moved around a little bit, looking almost like a miniature Gringotts vault, and then it snapped open. Remus pushed it your way. You looked at the three boys before picking the first image up. It was Remus, shirtless Remus on the day you’d gone swimming at the Potter’s last summer. He was pulling his hair back and water glistened all over his torso, he looked at you and winked, before turning to look at something else.

You gasped and pulled another picture, it was James and Sirius, both also shirtless, and they were making out under a tree. Sirius had his leg in between James’ and was leaning onto him rather intensely.

The next one was you, you had the swimsuit you’d bought that summer, the one you thought looked really good on you, and you were on your knees, looking for something on the sand, your ass was slightly prompted up and the picture was obviously focused on that. You swallowed thickly and went to grab another one.

You again, this time while making out with Remus, his hand was on your ass and you had realized they were taking a picture, looking at the camera with a diverted gasp before covering the lens with your hand.

You took another one, and this time around you were genuinely shocked, it was Remus, being blown by James. His pinky pretty lips wrapped around Rem’s cock. “Oh, wow.”

James frowned, he knew what else there was in there and he wasn’t sure if he wanted you to see it, he had never felt worse about his own ideas than now. Responsible, he knew he had bertrayed you, in a way. You took the next picture and stared at it for a minute.

It was you again, well, you’re back at least. You were riding Sirius, moving back and forth over his cock as he helped you, hands on your waist as he bit his lip. You didn’t see your face, but you knew it hadn’t been that long ago. If Sirius’ new tattoo was any telling.

You looked at the boys shocked, you hadn’t even realized they’d taken the picture, but you looked as pretty as any witch in the other photos, how had they gotten you to look so good?

They hadn’t done anything, it was just you.

“You don’t have to–“ James started, but you had already picked up another picture.

“Shut up,” you said simply.

You again, this time you were sprawled on the bed with a blindfold on your head. That had been on your birthday. James had one of his hands on your leg, dangerously close to your slit while Sirius was kissing your breast and sucking at your nipples.

And there was more, a lot of pictures from that day, all in compromising positions. Some involving you and the boys, some involving only the boys on different occasions, some you remembered, some in which you hadn’t even been present. There was even one of Sirius wanking off to the picture of you in the swimsuit you had seen earlier.

“I’m sorry–“ James said, now sounding distressed and shaking Sirius off him. “I’m sorry angel, we should have never done it.”

You grabbed another one of the photos, it had clearly been rushed, the camera being hidden as you turned your head to look at the boys, this time around you were kneeling on the bed, and James was jerking himself off to you, teasing your entrance before pulling out completely and allowing his cum to fall over your ass and back.

“You’re right.,” you said as you placed the pictures back in the box, expression neutral. “You should have never done it without asking me–” James swallowed.

“Love I–“

“James, shut up!” you said again, giving the pictures another look. “You should have never done it without asking me first,” you said as you flipped through some more pics and tsking. “I would have helped.”

James’ jaw dropped, and you looked at him with a cheeky smile. Sirius was looking at you proudly and satisfied with his choice while Remus stared at the picture you had in your hand. The one where you were getting a back shot but was shaky and blurry because the camera had been hidden before you saw it.

You moved the picture up, holding it between your fingers as you displayed it to the boys, “What do you say we recreate this one, but with better quality?”

Sirius scoffed a laugh and smiled.

“I’ll get the camera,” Remus said simply.

James was still stunned, and you leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Sirius leaned from behind and kissed you on the cheek “I told them you should know about it from the beginning but they said you’re too pure for it.”

You laughed at that, “you boys keep calling me angel,” you said as you turned to Sirius and wrapped your hands around his neck, “but I wouldn’t have done all the things I have with you all if I wasn’t the exact opposite,” you added with a smirk.

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