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siriusdumblittlepuppy · 3 years ago

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TAG ME ON THE PART 4 I BEG OF YOU!!!!😭😭😭 I LOVE THIS SERIES SO MUCH IT WONT MAKE ME SHUT UP AND SLEEP AT NIGHT

Repentance

Part 3 of ‘Retribution’

warnings: smut, angst (again ofc) jealous! Aemond

a/n: I’m sorry I haven’t gotten around to answering everyone who’s left me anon messages, I appreciate you all & your suggestions! (Newly edited) I added everyone I could to the taglist, I’m so sorry if I missed you, I tried to add you but your usernames weren’t working for some reason :(

(au purposes let’s pretend Cregan has a son named Brandon)

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Aemond grunts, his long strands of silver hair shielding his face as his hips ground into hers. Sweat beading his forehead and loins aching for release, he begs the gods to help him reach his high at a quicker pace. Her mewling and moans beneath him don’t deter him to steer away from his thoughts. Thoughts that were plagued of her. His wife that felt a million miles away from him in Kingslanding.

“Faster, my love” Alys cries out beneath him, her words only then causing him to break from his trance. His skin slaps against hers more frequently as he pounds harder, his mind continuing to ponder over the intrusive thoughts that enter his head about his beloved wife.

The way her skin feels— so soft and supple as she would caress his hands and occasionally his face if he would allow her. Smile that lit up every room she walked into, the same one that he no longer saw anymore— his privilege of seeing it being ripped away the moment he started to neglect her.

As his mind fills of glimpses of her, only then does he feel the lead to his release. The ache starting to uncoil as he allows himself to imagine that it isn’t Alys beneath him. He doesn’t see her face when he glances down at Alys. Her dark brown hair turned silver in his mind, brown eyes the same violet shade he saw in his own reflection. As he uses his free hand to fondle her breast, toying with her nipple he imagines his wife’s figure. Her cleavage that he would glance at briefly clear as day in his thoughts. He would never stare longer than he should’ve, always turning a blind eye to such a desirable place out of respect for her.

He didn’t care about respect in this moment, defiling you and your honour in his mind, Aemond works toward his orgasm. Panting and hips starting to ache, his thrusts become more powerful as he grows nearer. His thoughts of you repeating as he imagines that you are beneath him, you are the one shuddering from pleasure, walls squeezing him tight as you near your own release. He imagines Alys’ moans and whimpers are emanating from your lips.

“I love you” Alys cries out, hands grasping ahold of Aemond’s face— pulling him down to place her lips on his. He pushes through her orgasm, his hips still pounding into hers as he chases his own high. He shuts his eyes as he envisions you, loving him again— holding him as you used to attempt to, playing with his hair and reading to him. He finally cums, his eye shut tight as he slips out of Alys, grasping ahold of his cock as he releases onto her stomach.

Your name is on the tip of his tongue as he moans out.

“Must you leave so soon?” Alys hums, disappointment clear in her tone as she strokes his naked back that is turned to her. He ignores her, pulling on his trousers as he tries to locate his shirt she so carelessly threw away from him.

“My beloved, please answer me” Alys pleads, eyes watching the silver haired man pace around infront of her as he collects his belongings.

“You have had me for nearly a whole day, my love. Have you not grown sick of me yet?” Aemond chuckles, flashing her a grin that reassures her instantly. She had begun to worry she had completely lost him to you.

“Not when I’m aware you return to her. Not when I know I won’t see you again until a few days time” She huffs, clearly frustrated with the situation they were in.

“What will you have me do? Leave my duties as a prince and husband so we can fuck all day and night beneath the roof of this Inn?” Aemond’s remark is dripping with sarcasm— his tone causing her to scoff as she pulls her own nightgown on.

“I do not care for your tone, Aemond” She mutters as she moves round the bed to reach him, her arms coiling around his waist as she leans her head against his back.

“If it is guilt of infidelity that is stopping you from being mine, I may have a solution. One that would remove your wife from the equation permanently” Her words are venomous as they ring in his ears, her implication of using her witchcraft to kill his wife causing him to pull away from her.

“Utter those words again and I shall have you done for treason. You will not lay a finger on my wife, am I understood?” Aemond hisses as he turns to grasp her jaw tightly, her eyes widening at his sudden outburst. She nods immediately, pausing for a moment— Aemond lets his hold on her linger before he releases.

“I need her alive and able in order to play the role my mother has bestowed upon me” Aemond excuses, questioning his own reasons for why he reacted so strongly upon hearing about his wife’s potential demise.

He gives Alys an apologetic hug, his arms wrapping around her waist as he pulls her into his body. Regardless of his behaviour just moments ago, Alys still embraces him— sighing in relief at his warmth.

“I just do not understand why we must be so far from each other— she has already given her permission for us to love” Alys murmurs into his shirt, looking up at Aemond who gives her a reassuring smile.

“She may have but the rest of my family have not. My head will be on a spike before the end of the night if my mother were to find out I was pursuing you” Aemond sighs heavily, his mind flashing back to moments ago when it was plagued with the thought of his wife.

“I must go” Aemond mutters before he places a soft kiss on Alys’ forehead. He felt his stomach tighten in knots at the thought of finally seeing his wife— you, waiting for him at Kingslanding. He felt as excited as a young child was for sweets— he could hardly contain his excitement.

Your husband enters your bedchamber, announcing his presence by knocking on your door. Much to his confusion, you are nowhere to be seen. Usually you would be preparing for dinner— your handmaidens helping assist you as you change into your dresses. Aemond huffs out in slight dissapointment before he reluctantly returns to his own bedchambers.

He doesn’t want to admit that he constantly observes the door, waiting for you to barge in at any moment now— apologising for your tardiness before you take a seat beside him. When moments pass without a sign of you, Aemond downs his goblet of wine, a slight scowl gracing his features as he begins to grow impatient with your absence.

“Where is my wife?” Aemond questions the table, causing everyone’s idle chatter to quiet as they turn to him. Alicent is the first to respond, reassuring him that you are probably on dragon back and getting some fresh air. He hums, unsatisfied with her answer but still agreeing to leave it alone as he picks at his food.

Aegon saunters toward his brother, pulling the free seat out beside him with an obnoxious screech of the chairs legs. Aemond tuts as his brother slumps down on the seat, pulling the holder full of wine to pour an excessive amount into his goblet.

“You’re unaware of your own wife’s whereabouts— how sad is that” Aegon smirks, wiping away the excess wine around his mouth with his sleeve.

“Bother someone else with your remarks, brother. I am not in the mood” Aemond grunts, eye casting away from his brother to observe the others present in the room.

“Whether you believe me or not, I know of your wife’s whereabouts. She and a certain visitor from the North are parading around flea bottom at this very moment” Aegon says, lowering his voice as he informs his brother of his wife’s secret.

Aemond has every right to accuse Aegon of lying, he’s Aegon for god’s sakes. Only a fool would trust him and his word. But instinct tells Aemond that his brother is speaking the truth, so he hums as he thinks to himself. Jealousy plants itself inside of him like a disease, growing stronger by every minute that passes of Aemond imagining you with this so called visitor from the North. He already felt the strong urge to gut the man, exile him to death for attempting to steal his wife and better yet endangering her by leaving the Red Keep’s grounds to explore.

She isn’t yours. We had an agreement.

These thoughts play on Aemond’s mind as he tries to rid himself of the feeling he just previously had, his possessive mind easing as he tries to see reason. He had his Alys, his one true love— why should he feel the need to claim you as his too. He was being too greedy.

“Cregan Stark’s son and her. They sneak back in through the west side of the garden, brother” Aegon mutters in his ear as he pushes out of his seat to stumble off, stopping briefly as he rests his hand against Aemond’s shoulder. At Aegon’s words, Aemond feels his strong feelings return— jealousy and anger over clouding his better judgement.

Dinner concludes and you still haven’t arrived back from wherever you are, whether it be in flea bottom or dragon back, Aemond was determined to find out if Aegon’s claims were true. So he stays posted on the west side of the garden, hidden securely behind a few trees and bushes as he picks at the fallen leaves that surround him. He’s close to questioning his sanity as time passes, wondering if his brother fooled him yet again and was now laughing at Aemond’s stupidity for actually waiting for them to return.

It is confirmed when he hears your beautiful laughter carrying through the night air. He sees the two of you walking back through the trees that lead to a brick wall— ah that’s how they sneak back in. A lump grows in Aemond’s throat as he observes how closely you are to the Stark boy, your arms linked— bodies mere inches from touching and a wide grin on your face as you look up at him.

I could make you laugh.

Aemond thinks to himself as his chest starts to ache. You had tried to jest with him many times at the beginning of your marriage, always telling him jokes and trying to find common ground through humour. Aemond regrets all those times he would wear a straight face, dismissing you and your jokes instantly.

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The warm air causes your cheeks to blush as you pull away gently from Brandon, your face sore from all the smiling you’ve been doing all evening. You couldn’t contain yourself, you never can around him. He sighs heavily as he stands infront of you, grasping ahold of one of your hands as he lifts it to his lips— placing a gentle kiss on your skin.

“Departing from you pains me greatly” The older boy jests, hand over his heart dramatically as he pretends to groan out in pain.

“You’ll see me tomorrow, you child” You snort, another grin gracing your face as you watch the man infront of you laugh.

“And the day after that… and the day after that— and the day…” You decide to cut off his teasing by pulling him forward by the wrist so you can lean up to plant a kiss on his cheek.

“I bid you goodnight” You hum, satisfied when you see him smile at the feeling of your lips on his skin. Embarrassed by your sudden action, you turn on your heel and begin your walk back to your bedchamber— a smile clear on your face as you try to contain yourself.

The Stark boy clouded your thoughts so much so you didn’t notice the way the group of trees beside you rustled suspiciously. Your husband who finally leaves his hiding place after waiting for almost an hour, huffs as he tries to contain himself. In all honesty, he wanted to maim the Lord’s son who had the privilege of your lips being on his skin. He decides against making any rash decisions and follows after you once there’s some distance.

You’re in your bedchamber for mere minutes before you hear a knock on your door. Clothes already discarded on the floor from being half undressed, you grab a loose bedsheet and wrap it around yourself hastily before you move to open the door.

“Aemond, what are you doing here at this hour?” You question him, confused as to why he was standing outside of your door. You catch his eye skimming across your body, his gaze causing you to shift in discomfort.

Aemond shamelessly wonders what lies beneath the sheet you’re holding so tightly against your body, his mind flooding of the indecent thoughts he had of you during his time with Alys— his cock growing half hard as he views you now.

“Can a husband not wish to see his wife?” Aemond tuts, gaze finally leaving your body as he looks behind you— silently observing the way your clothes are strewn on the floor.

He wonders if there is someone in your bed, perhaps the Stark boy found a secret entry way into your room after parting ways in the garden. The mere thought of you taking him to bed causes discomfort to settle in Aemond’s gut, the raging emotions of jealousy returning as he imagines you bedding anyone that wasn’t him.

His worries are put to rest when you pull the door back further and stand aside to let him in, holding it open for him as you wait for him to enter.

“How was your time with Alys?” You question him after you shut the door behind him, moving toward the bed to grab your nightwear. Aemond moves to sit on the seat by the fireplace, eye watching the flames dance as he answers.

He hadn’t thought of Alys since the moment he returned to Kingslanding, you being at the forefront of his mind this whole evening. You plague his very thoughts, even as you stand beside him now you continue to hold such power over him. But you didn’t need to know that.

“It was most enjoyable. Although I spent half the time in her bed” Aemond hopes that hearing of his shared intimacy with Alys evokes envy from you. He wants you to burn for him, desire him and grow jealous at the thought of someone else bedding him. Unbeknownst to him, his words cause just that— your cheeks warming at the thought of him in that way.

“That is good news” You simply hum, not bothering to question him any further about it. You sigh heavily as you try to dress from beneath the sheet, afraid that Aemond will see you in such an indecent state. Yes, you may be husband and wife but you never did consummate the marriage all those months ago.

On the night of your wedding, neither of you wished to indulge in intimacy to bind your marriage— you had pondered on the idea momentarily, your desires for him over shadowing your clarity as you both stalled on the act. Aemond found a way to convince the party set to witness the consummation, promising greater results if they were to wait outside the chamber. Blood was shed on the sheets but it had not been from your virginity being taken and more so your palm.

“How inconsiderate of me to not question you about your own night, beloved wife” Aemond’s tone is clear that he has underlying intentions with his question, intentions of interrogating you about your whereabouts.

“No need to feel guilty. I spent my afternoon on dragon back, just catching the sunset on time” You lie, hoping he didn’t see right through the smile you front to him. His facial expression is unreadable as he stares over at you, narrowing his eye he lets out a hum.

“You don’t stink of dragon. The sun set hours ago…” Aemond trails off, an accusatory tone in his voice as he moves to push forward in his seat. You exhale heavily, piling your clothes into a bundle before setting it aside– you want to appear being busy so you don’t break under his gaze.

“I am exhausted from the day. I have no time for your accusations, prince Aemond–”

“My prince or better yet dear husband. Either title is preferred” Aemond cuts you off, standing from his seat he strides toward you– hands moving to grasp your face in his palms. You’re taken aback from his sudden gesture, confusion written on your face at his sudden outburst.

“I do not appreciate when you call me so formally. It is if I am a stranger to you. We are still married, you needn’t forget that” Aemond mutters to you now that you are inches apart from each other. You see the way his eye trails from your gaze down toward your lips, ever so parted as you breath heavily in his grasp– he’s tempted to press his lips against yours. Burning to taste you on his tongue, to claim the kiss that belonged to him, not the Stark boy.

You force yourself out of his grasp and turn away, huffing as you avoid eye contact with him. Trying to calm your unstable breathing, you muster out “You must leave now” to Aemond before you brush past him to look out at the view, to distract yourself from the man before you. Aemond wears regret on his sleeve as he bids you goodnight, leaving your bedchamber with his head swelling with thoughts of what he could’ve done differently.

He knows he’s upset you, having days pass with continuous silence from you, he can’t help but let your cold behaviour toward him affect his daily duties. He hasn’t visited Alys in over a week’s time, even after promising he would take no longer than three days to revisit her, he postpones the trip– prioritising you and salvaging what’s left of this broken marriage.

He watches with bitterness on his tongue as you and the Stark boy rest beneath the weir wood tree, both sat side by side with your knees practically touching, he wonders what he’s said to make you smile. If only he could hear from this distance. Take mental notes about what to say to make you laugh, how to make you smile so brightly.

“You’re yet to drink your tea, dear brother. Something the matter?” Aegon’s voice pulls Aemond’s gaze away from his wife and the boy– shaking his head, Aemond moves to sip his tea. He knows Aegon is trying to stir the pot, well aware he knows of the rumours spreading about his wife. With the two of them sat together as comfortable as they are, it was as if they were parading their love in front of Aemond’s face– giving Aegon even more things to use against his brother.

“A mere Stark boy stealing a prince’s wife. It’s a truly sad tale” Aegon says lowly to Aemond, barely biting back a smile as he teases his brother. Aemond had always been the more level headed brother, calmer and more reserved than Aegon – he was never one to publicly display his anger. But in this moment, the thought of stringing Aegon along the table of cutlery sounded tempting to Aemond.

“I suggest you hold your tongue” Aemond mutters, causing Aegon to let out a snort. Pushing back, Aemond’s gaze returns to your face— the sight of your smile easing him slightly. You never smile at him, hardly ever the last month that’s passed. But he remembers when you used to, on your wedding day and the first few days that followed.

“You and your tongues” Aegon tuts, referring to Aemond’s threat of severing yours that one night at the dinner table. Cregan, Alicent and Otto discuss their leave tomorrow morn at the end of the table— their words bringing Aemond some relief.

At least the Stark boy will leave Kings landing, be as far away from my wife as possible. Aemond thinks to himself as he picks at his nail beds absentmindedly.

“And what of your son Brandon?” Alicent questions Cregan, causing Aemond’s ears to perk up at the mentioning of the boy beneath the tree. So that’s the Stark boy’s name.

“He will return to Winterfell in a month’s time. He wishes to stay longer, fascinated by your swordsmanship — he wishes to learn more of the sport” Cregan hums, catching Aemond’s full attention as he sees an opportunity at hand.

“If your son wishes to improve his swordsmanship, I shall tutor him. I best all the knights and swordsman in Kings landing, you’ll find no better than me” Aemond announces, the eyes around the table shifting to look at him. Alicent wears a look of confusion at her son’s sudden proposal. She comes to realisation why he jumped at the opportunity when she glances at the two beneath the tree— she tuts and turns away.

“He would be honoured, my prince. We give thanks to you” Cregan says, smiling at Aemond with appreciation— unaware of the man’s true intentions. Aemond nods, turning to look at the boy he plan to soon rid of.

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a/n: sorry if there’s any typos— half of it is unedited :p

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siriusdumblittlepuppy · 3 years ago

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THE BEST FUCKING AEMOND FIC/ANGST FIC I HAVE EVER READ!!!! this really clenched my thirst for my recent Aemond obsession FUCK I LOVE THIS SO SO SO SOOO MUCH!!!😭❤️🫶🏼

Mistaken Hatred - Aemond Targaryen

Authors Note: This was a request, but I might have accidentally deleted it! If this was something you requested sorry for the lateness! Idk what happened

Word Count: 4748

Warnings: angst, aemond is a loud-mouthed asshole

Description: Aemond is sure that you are enemies and stuck in a marriage of convenience

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siriusdumblittlepuppy · 3 years ago

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THIS IS LITERALLY PERFECT

Why Didn’t We Work Out?

Summary: James Potter had two girlfriends in his seventh year at Hogwarts. Y/N Y/L/N, who he dated for five months; and Lily Evans, who he dated afterwards. When he’s dared to call one of his exes, guess who’s number he dials…

A/N: timeline for reference: reader and James dated sept-feb. James and Lily dated mar-aug. This takes place one year after graduation. 3.8k word count

It was a Friday afternoon and everyone was all gathered at James’ apartment having a few drinks to kick off the weekend. As the empty bottles started piling up, they got the idea to play truth or dare, courtesy of the deck of cards Sirius found on his way to the flat. They were all still laughing at what Dorcas confessed to when Sirius nodded at James.

“Alright Prongs, you’re next.” he says, practically bouncing in his seat.

James, ever one for theatrics, picks up the deck of cards and shuffles it around before picking a card from the bottom and turning it over.

“What does it say?” Alice asks impatiently.

“Call your ex and ask why it didn't work out and if they’d ever consider giving it another chance.” James says before putting the card down.

Everyone hollers at the task before Marlene manages to calm them all down.

“Guys! Shut it! I wanna know who he’s gonna call.” She says before turning to James. “So? Who’s it gonna be?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Sirius asks, “It’s gotta be Evans.”

“No-“ Alice disagrees.

“Who else would it be?” Sirius asks.

Everyone argues back and forth while James sits quietly, wondering who to call. He knows who he wants to call, but he doesn’t know if they’d want to speak with him.

“This could change everything,” Marlene says, ever the romantic, “This could be your second chance, James. You should call the one you miss the most.”

“The only one you’ve ever really loved.” Dorcas agrees.

“The one that got away.” Alice says softly, a knowing look in her eyes.

“So, Evans.” Sirius repeats, causing everyone to either laugh or roll their eyes at him.

James doesn’t pay them any mind, he continues to stare at Alice, releasing a shaky breath when she nods encouragingly at him. Of all his friends and classmates, somehow Alice was the only one who knew his true feelings. While James assured everyone that he was fine when he and Y/N broke up, Alice had been the one to stumble upon James crying one day. He had confessed that he missed you and Alice had told him that she did as well.

She didn’t think you’d stop talking to everyone else when you guys broke up. She knew you had your own set of friends prior to dating James, but she had hoped that you’d still hang out with them every now and then. Considering that Marlene and Dorcas were already best friends, leaving Alice to be the third wheel among them, she had enjoyed having a girlfriend of her own, and cherished your company. It hurt Alice to see you pass them by in the Great Hall, not even glancing at them, as you made your way to the far end where your friends were.

Alice had tried to convince James to talk to you, to which he always refused, stating that it was done. After a while, everyone got back to teasing James about Lily, putting you on the back burner, and when he and Lily finally started dating, you were all but forgotten; being brought up only in passing, remembering something funny you had done, before moving on to something else. No matter how much time had passed, Alice always saw the sadness in James whenever you were brought up. His smile always seemed dimmer and his eyes filled with longing. Even if James had managed to fool everyone into thinking you were just a girl he dated for a few months, a girl that he was over; Alice knew that was far from the truth. That being said, he picks up the phone with shaky hands.

“Guys he’s calling!” Marlene shouts excitedly.

“Put it on speaker!” Sirius demands, causing everyone to cheer in agreement.

James types the number and presses “call”, nervously bouncing his leg up and down.

“She might not even answer.” he tells the group, though it sounds more like he’s trying to convince himself.

“What if this isn’t even her number anymore? What if she somehow knows this is my number and lets it go to voicemail?” He asks, looking at his friends.

This comment causes most of them to furrow their brows in confusion, wondering who he could be talking about, considering he and Lily still talk on occasion. But if he wasn’t calling Lily, then who?

The phone continues to ring, causing a pit to form in James’ stomach. “I don’t think she’s gonna-“

“Hello?” a feminine voice asks on the other line. The woman can be heard talking to someone in the background, wishing them a good weekend. She gets a chorus of “you too” in return before a door opens and closes shut.

“Hello?” The voice asks again. Remus reaches over and smacks James on the arm, snapping him out of his stupor.

“H-hi, hey!,” James stutters. “Y/N?” he asks, causing his friends to look at each other in confusion. You and James dated for a few months at Hogwarts but they didn’t think it was that serious. Not serious enough for him to call you instead of Lily for this dare. After all, he had spent years pining after Lily, not you.

“…yes?” you ask into the phone. Your voice comes off soft yet confused.

“Hey,” he says again, and then rolls his eyes at himself, “It’s James.” he breathes out.

“Who?” you ask, causing his heart to drop. “Wait, sorry, hold on really quick.”

Everyone hears you fumble with your phone for a bit before your voice rings out again, this time sounding louder than before.

“Hello?” you ask again, checking if the sound is better.

“Hi,” James answers, not knowing what else to say.

“Oh, that’s much better. Sorry about that,” you laugh softly, “Who is this?” you ask again.

“It’s James…” he says with a grimace, half expecting you to hang up on him.

“James…” you repeat, as if you’re in thought. “James from Hogwarts?”

“Yeah…” James answers, looking at Remus who just shrugs his shoulders. James from Hogwarts, he thinks to himself, that’s what she remembers me as?

“Oh shit,” you curse, surprise evident in your voice, “I didn’t recognize you. Your voice sounds so different on the phone.”

Everyone snickers at your comment.

“How’d you get this number?” you ask and immediately, the laughter stops.

“I uh…I ran into your friend Charlotte like a week after we graduated and I asked her for it.” James says sheepishly. He hopes nobody comments on the fact that that’s a long time to have someone’s number and not call them.

“And she gave it to you?”

“Well I say ‘asked’ but it was more like begging,” James admits, blushing as remembers following her around as she did her shopping, pleading with her to give him your number.

“Huh. So what do you want?”

“Just needed to ask you a question, love.” he tells you, the term of endearment slipping out without him even realizing.

“Okay…” you trail off, unsure of what’s to come.

“How are you?” James finds himself asking instead.

“How am I?” you repeat with an incredulous laugh. “You called me to ask me how I am?”

“No, sorry.” James shakes his head, even though you can’t see it. “That’s not the question. But I do want to know.”

“I’m fine.” you say simply.

“Yeah?” James asks, a soft smile on his lips as he talks with you.

“Yeah.” you confirm, wishing he’d just hurry up and get to the point already. “So…”

“Why didn’t it work out? Between us, I mean…” James asks breathlessly, finally asking the question that’s been plaguing his thoughts for the past two years.

“James,” you sigh, “Why are you asking this now?”

“I don’t know,” James says honestly, ignoring the stares of his friends. “It’s always bothered me; not knowing why you broke up with me. But no matter how badly I wanted to reach out to you- to ask you- I just didn’t. I was too scared. But I-I need to know what happened. Can you- from your perspective- can you tell me why we didn’t work?”

“I don’t know,” you sigh, “I just felt like you didn’t love me.”

“What?” James asks, horrified. “Why- how could you possibly think that?”

“Come on,” you scoff, “You know-“

“No, I don’t,” James interrupts, shaking his head furiously. “I-I thought I was a good boyfriend. I thought-“

“You were,” you coo, feeling the need to reassure him. “It wasn’t all bad. You were funny and kind. You were caring. You were patient with me and my short temper and you always managed to make me smile whenever something was bothering me.”

“And your friends,” you sigh, causing them all to perk up at their mention. “They welcomed me into their group with open arms. They never made me feel like an outsider. I-I studied with Remus, I would play-fight with Sirius; Alice and I would have sleepovers all the time and stay up talking and giggling until three a.m.”

“Then…why?” James repeats, even more confused. If everything was as great as you said, why break up?

“I…I’m not an idiot, James. Even though we weren’t in the same circle, I knew about Lily. Merlin, the whole of Hogwarts did. Through the years, I would hear in passing every now and again about you two. I knew you fancied her. I knew she had been the only one you had ever been serious about, which is why I was so confused when you started paying attention to me.”

“Is it so hard to believe that I thought you were beautiful? That I enjoyed your company?” James asks.

“No, but us crossing paths was a chance encounter.” you stress. “We had been taking the same classes since first year, James. But it wasn’t until Professor McGonagall changed the seating arrangement in seventh year that you finally noticed me. Do you remember why I turned you down the first couple of times?”

“You said you didn’t want to cause any problems between me and Lily. But I told you there was nothing going on between us.” James tells you, growing frustrated.

“Yes, but your actions told me otherwise. How many times did I see you playing with her hair, or whispering in her ear?”

“I was talking with her,” James defends.

“You were flirting with her!” you correct. “You were dating me and flirting with her. I don’t know how you didn’t realize it when everyone else in the bloody school did.”

“Do you have any idea what that was like?” you ask harshly. “Having to hear day in and day out for months ’oh, it’s just a ploy. He’s doing it to get Evans’ attention, and I think it’s working. It’s only a matter of time before one of them makes a move’”

“And then I go to you, my boyfriend, for reassurance, and I don’t get any. Instead, my feelings are brushed off and I’m called, what was the word again? Oh, right, delusional. Yes, I loved you, but I couldn’t do it anymore, James.”

“And anyway,” you huff, clearly worked up by this conversation, “This was two years ago, I don’t understand why you’re calling me now asking me why it didn’t work out. If you were so bothered by the break up, why didn’t you say anything?!”

“Because I wanted you to be happy!” James shouts, standing up from his seat. He moves away from the couch and starts pacing the living room, running his free hand through his hair in frustration.

“I feel like we should give them some privacy,” Marlene whispers to the group.

“Shh!” Sirius shushes her, waving her off.

“I loved you so much, I would have done anything for you to be happy. That’s why I let you go without putting up a fight. I was doing what you wanted.” James sighs dejectedly.

“What I wanted?” you repeat skeptically. “What I wanted was for you to fight for me! For us! I wanted you to show me and everyone else at that damn school that I was the girl for you; that I was the girl you wanted! But you didn’t do that!”

“Instead, you went running to Lily!” you laugh coldly, “Just like everyone knew you would!”

“That’s not fair,” James says, sadly. “If I had known that you-“

“That I loved you? That I wanted to be with you?” you interrupt. “What? Would we still be together right now? Married, living in a nice little cottage, a couple of kids running around?”

Beep.

“Y/N-“

“You’re right,” you sigh, “I’m being too harsh. If you didn’t know that, then clearly I wasn’t the best girlfriend either.”

Beep.

“Merlin’s beard, what is that noise?” James asks exasperatedly.

“My phone, letting me know the battery’s about to die. Good timing, too.” you huff.

“You were a bad boyfriend, and I was a bad girlfriend. That’s why it didn’t work out between us. Let’s leave it at that.” you say quickly, rushing to finish the conversation before your phone dies.

“I hope everything works out between you and Lily. Or whoever you’re seeing now. Truly, I do. Take care, James. Do not call me again. I won’t answer.”

And with that the phone call ends. James stands there, in the middle of his living room, staring at the phone in his hand. It’s silent for a few seconds before Dorcas awkwardly claps her hands, getting everyone’s attention.

“Alright, who’s next?” She asks, softly. The fun atmosphere ruined by the heaviness of the phone call.

“You guys go ahead,” James says, making his way towards the door.

“Mate, where are you going?” Remus asks, standing from his seat.

James freezes at the door and turns around, making his way back to the living room.

“It’s not over yet.” he says with a shake of his head.

James reaches for his card on the table and hands it to Remus, before heading towards the door again, dialing someone else and putting the phone to his ear.

“Still gotta ask if she’d consider giving us another chance.” he tells them before speaking into the receiver.

“Hi, Charlotte? It’s James! Yeah, James Potter. Listen, can you curse me out another time? I need Y/N’s address. Why? Well apparently she broke up with me because she thought I didn’t love her. And I didn’t do anything to stop her because I thought she didn’t love me. Yeahhh, so I need her address so I can tell her that that wasn’t the case at all. Brilliant! Thanks, bye!”

Everyone stands in silence, unsure of what to do now.

“Should we keep playing?” Sirius asks.

“Or pack up and call it a night?” Remus adds.

They all stare at each other for a moment before Alice bolts from her seat and rushes to the door.

“I’m too invested in this! I need to know how it ends! James!” she calls, running down the steps, “Wait for me!”

Everyone else is quick to rush out the door, chasing after James and Alice into the night.

[ t i m e s k i p ]

You’ve just come out of the shower when there’s a hard knock at your door. Not expecting anyone tonight, you stand up with a confused frown on your face.

Running your fingers through your damp hair in an attempt to make yourself look presentable, you head towards the front door. The knocking has gone from rapid, consistent taps to a heavy fist pounding against the wood. The door shakes so much, you’re scared it’ll fall off its hinges. With your wand gripped tightly in your hand, you yank it open, only to become more confused at the sight that greets you.

James Potter stands on your porch; out of breath and hair disheveled as he stares at you. Looking past his shoulder, you see all his friends standing on the sidewalk. Sirius, Remus, Peter, Frank, Alice, Marlene, and Dorcas are all watching you as well. Alice has a beaming smile on her face as she waves enthusiastically at you, clearly happy to see you again. You awkwardly raise your hand at them in greeting before turning your focus back to James.

“I know you said you didn’t want me to call you again-“

“So you show up at my house unannounced?!” You shriek.

“And why are they here?” you ask, gesturing to his friends.

“They followed me!” James shrugs helplessly.

“What are you even doing here?” you ask, rubbing your temples in an attempt to rid yourself of the headache you feel coming on.

“To tell you, in person, that I did love you.” James says, releasing a shaky breath.

“….Alright. Thanks for stopping by.” You nod at him. You try to close the door, only for James to push it back open with his hand.

“No, Y/N, listen to me. I’m sorry for whatever I did that made you initially doubt my feelings for you. I’m sorry I was a tosser that didn’t listen to you when you tried to tell me what was bothering you.” James tells you sincerely.

“It’s okay,” you shrug.

“It’s not.” he says with a shake of his head. “I should've told you all this back then, and I don’t know why I didn’t. But I’m telling you now. Yes, I fancied Lily for years but that stopped the moment I met you.”

You roll your eyes at that and James grabs your hands, squeezing them once before continuing.

“I don’t know how you did it, but one interaction with you and I was hooked. Nothing else mattered and nobody else compared. I found myself looking for you in the great hall and in between classes. I’d ask around about you because I wanted to know everything that there was to know about you. I felt an actual ache in my chest whenever you turned me down. It was so bad I had to see Madam Pomfrey about it because I honestly thought I had an arrhythmia.” he says, which causes you to laugh and roll your eyes again, this time in affection.

“I didn’t fight for you then, so I’m fighting for you now. The truth is I liked Lily; but I only ever loved you.”

You widen your eyes and gasp at his confession. Somewhere on the sidewalk, someone, most likely Alice squeals.

“I loved you on that first day, when you shared your inkwell with me after I forgot mine in the dorm. I loved you when you watched all my quidditch matches, even though you weren’t a fan of the sport. I loved you when you hung out with my friends, even when I wasn’t there and when you spent Christmas with me and my parents.”

You bring a hand up to wipe your eyes before placing it back in James’ hold. You sniffle and grin at him, chin quivering as you do.

“I loved you every second that I dated you. I loved you when you broke up with me. I loved you the whole time I dated Lily, which sounds horrible-“ James admits, causing you to laugh.

“But it’s true. That’s actually the reason we broke up.” he admits, “I couldn’t be with her- or anyone for that matter- when my heart belonged to you.”

“I loved you then and I love you now.” James tells you, gazing lovingly into your eyes. “And I need to know if there’s even the slightest possibility of you loving me too? I know I let you down last time. But-“

James doesn’t get to finish his sentence. Having heard enough, you surge forward, getting on your tiptoes to place your lips against his. James immediately brings his hands up, cupping your face gently as he kisses you back. When you pull away, he follows, placing another chaste kiss against your lips. James kisses you all over your face, causing you to giggle before he leans his forehead against yours.

“James,” you call softly.

“Hmm?”

“Look at me.”

“I can’t” he tells you with a shake of his head, forehead still pressed against your own.

“Why not?“

“Because I’m scared this isn’t real. I don’t want to open my eyes and realize it was just a dream.”

“Does this feel real?” you ask, squeezing his hand with your own.

“Yes.”

“What about this?”

Your other hand comes up to cup his cheek. James sighs at the warmth, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand.

“Yes.” he nods, slightly.

“Then open your eyes, Jamie.”

James takes a shaky breath in before slowly peeking his eyes open. Once he sees that you are in fact, still there, he releases the breath he was holding. James tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear before cupping your face in his hands.

“I love you.” you tell him, cheeks warming at the look of complete awe that he gives you.

James kisses you again before pulling you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug.

“I love you” he whispers into your ear, causing you to smile.

It’s only when Alice squeals loudly that you remember everyone else was still there. You pull back and share a shy smile with James before turning towards his group of friends that have been standing on the sidewalk.

“I guess I should invite you guys in?” you say, glancing at James briefly before turning towards the group again. “I can order some pizza and you guys can fill me in on what you’ve all been up to.”

Alice is the first to run up your steps, shoving James to the side and pulling you into a tight hug.

“I missed you so much!” she exclaims as she makes her way into your home.

Everyone else slowly makes their way inside, either hugging you or giving you a quick pat on the shoulder in greeting.

You’re about to head inside when James pulls you back.

“What? What is it?” you ask, looking up at him worriedly.

“Nothing,” he shakes his head, gazing at you with a soft smile. “Just wanted one last moment with you before we head in.”

You roll your eyes and grab his hand, pulling him behind you as you walk in.

“You’re acting like you’re never gonna see me again.”

“Am I?” James asks.

“Only for the rest of your life.” you tell him, pulling his face towards yours for another kiss.

“Um, enough of that!” Sirius calls out, “I believe we were promised pizza??”

#james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter x y/n #james potter fic #james potter imagine #james potter fluff #marauders #james potter angst

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siriusdumblittlepuppy · 3 years ago

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screaming without the S😩😩

Freak

Pairing(s): Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Summary: You can't get enough of Eddie's cock and he can't get enough of you.

Tags: 18+, rough sex, pwp, p in v, smut, dirty talk, praise kink, slight degradation kink, light anal play, rough oral sex (male receiving), crying during sex, fluff

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: Started this last night at 1 a.m. and my brain wouldn't let me sleep until I finished it, so, here it is. Also using this as my entry for @huffle-pissed’s Vibes and Valentines challenge (months late, I know, ‘cause I suck) where my prompt was, “You like it that much, huh?”, and that’ll be in bold. Thank you to my darling @makeadealwithdean for beta-ing! GIF is mine. Hope you guys enjoy!

You can also read me on Ao3!

EDDIE MUNSON MASTERLIST | STRANGER THINGS MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

“Jesussss fuck,” Eddie lets out, low and breathy as he watches you take him all the way in your mouth. You’re on your knees, thighs spread, topless, cheer skirt still on, and Eddie reaches down to brush some hair out of your face when you look up at him through your lashes, gentle and loving, like you’re not gagging on his cock. He grabs himself at his base with one hand before pulling back, and you release him with a soft ‘pop’. “Look at me, honey — good girl — let me see —”

You already know what he wants. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, keeping your lust-filled gaze on him.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he praises, tapping his cock on your tongue. He moves to drag it along your cheek and you start to follow it, hungry for more. He chuckles deeply. “You like it that much, huh? Jesus.”

He seems enamored with you, almost, like he can’t believe this is real life even though you’ve sucked him off plenty. You nod eagerly in response and smile with your eyes, your mouth still open and waiting for him.

“Shit, alright. God, you’re so good, baby,” he says, pushing himself into you again. You keep your eyes on his, tears forming in the corners of yours as his cock hits the back of your throat. “So, so good. ‘Course I’m gonna give you whatever you want when you look at me like that. Shit, are those tears, sweetheart?”

You nod around his dick, and you’ve got about 30 seconds left in you before you’re gonna need some air. You can feel the first few tears running down your face, and you know all too well what it’s going to do to him.

“Fuckin’ crying ‘cause you love my cock so much? Jesus — fuck.”

You take a deep breath through your nose when he finally pulls back, because you know what’s coming.

“I’m gonna wreck that pretty little throat of yours. Would you like that, princess?”

You nod. Fucking please.

He smirks, grabbing a fistful of your hair, and then he’s thrusting into your mouth with abandon. The room sounds like the audio to one of Eddie’s porn movies — the ones that Steve sneaks him sometimes — gagging and panting and a dirty fucking half-choke, half-gargle coming from you every time he hits the back of your throat. Your mascara’s running, and you feel like you’re on a different fucking planet when he fucks you like this. Spit’s dripping down your chin, onto your skirt, and your arousal is definitely creating a wet spot on the floor where you’re sat.

“Jesus. Fucking. Christ.” He accentuates the Lord’s full name with three hard final thrusts, pulling out of you completely, grabbing you by your wrist and yanking you to your feet before you can even begin to process what’s happening. He bends you over the bed and flips up your skirt, dragging his cock through your folds once, twice, before entering you with ease. His hand is still in your hair, and he’s pulling your head up off the mattress as he resumes fucking you.

You whine, turning your head to the side and opening your mouth, sticking your tongue out, because as good as he felt, you needed something in between your lips.

“Oh, you’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me. Fuck,” he pants, giving you what you want by placing two ringed fingers in your mouth.

You wrap your lips around them, sucking and humming contently, as he keeps thrusting into you hard and fast.

“So fuckin’ greedy, baby. Need all your holes fuckin’ filled to shut you up, hm?” He takes his hand out of your hair and moves it down to your ass, his thumb dangerously close to your hole. “Is that what you want?” he continues. “Be fuckin’ plugged up?”

You nod frantically, managing a desperate, “mhm!” around his fingers. He slows down his thrusts for a few seconds, spitting onto your crack, dragging it down with his thumb and circling your hole.

“Right there?” he teases, and you could start crying again with need.

You manage something that sounds like a “please”, and it’s good enough for him. He resumes his brutal pace as he sticks his thumb in, and it’s just to the first knuckle, but it’s enough to send you into a near-delirious state.

“Good girl,” Eddie praises, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. “So fuckin’ good at being so fuckin’ dirty.”

You let out a noise somewhere between a moan and a whine, and he sinks his thumb all the way in in response.

“That what you wanted? Jesus, you drive me crazy with your fuckin’ whining. Shit,” he speeds up his thrusts. “I give you everything you want and you still fuckin’ whine, you notice that?”

“‘m sorry!” you manage to cry out, full on sobbing now as his cock hits your sweet spot with every thrust; moments away from your release.

“No, it’s alright, princess. Just can’t get enough of me, can you?”

You shake your head, almost violently, accidentally ejecting his fingers from your mouth.

“Please, please, please, please,” you chant through more sobs.

“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want,” he pants. His thrusts grow faster and sloppier, and you know he’s close, too.

“Please, can I come!? Eddie, please, let me —”

“Oh, fuck. You can come, sweetheart —”

You’re pretty sure the scream you let out echoes through the whole trailer park as your orgasm hits you like a fucking tidal wave.

“Fuck, oh my God — shit, you’re too perfect, I can fuckin’ feel you — ohhh, fuuuuck.”

You’re not even halfway through riding out your high before you feel Eddie filling you up, and you wish you could bottle up the sounds he’s making and keep them forever.

He falls over you moments later, and you whimper at the loss of his thumb when he uses his forearms on either side of you to keep himself from crushing you completely, placing soft kisses to your nape and shoulder blades as you find your breathing again. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, placing another kiss there before mumbling, “I mean it. You’re gonna be the death of me.”

You giggle sleepily, slowly coming out of your daze. “Hey, it’s not the worst way to go.”

He chuckles, and you feel his chest vibrate against your bare back. “Well,” he places a kiss on your temple, “can’t argue with that… You okay?” he asks, taking in your mascara-stained cheeks and the fucked-out look on your face.

“Mhm,” you reply dreamily. “Think I want ice cream. Throat’s sore… jaw’s sore.”

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. You need to tell me if I’m being too —”

“I will, Eds,” you interrupt, before he can start feeling guilty, “But I like the ache, I promise.”

He huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head before kissing your temple again. “You’re such a freak.”

You smile. “And you love it.”

He nods. “And I love it.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #stranger things

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siriusdumblittlepuppy · 3 years ago

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risingtripletaurus' marauders fic recs

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some didn't have titles, so i just gave them one!

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part 2, part 3

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personal faves - 🗽

thats^^ more of a personal indictor for me <3 i love all these fics SO much

sirius black:

broken promises by @juuuuliee

fortune cookies by @violetrainbow412-blog 🗽

not my type by @sirisuorionblack

favour by @clairecrive

lying by @heatherrthorn 🗽

second chance by @heloisedaphnebrightmore 🗽

just let me in, you're my clusterfuck of human by @jamesdeerest 🗽

heated by @hufflebuns 🗽

following all by @v1oletvenus

almost, not quite 🗽

boyfriend swap

only yours 🗽

the stars in our eyes 🗽

following all by @robynlilyblack

smart cookie

i do care 🗽

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remus lupin:

i love you, but i'm scared by @unfortunatelysirius

sugar and spice and everything nice by @writesowhatnext 🗽

"especially with them" by @pinkandblueblurbs 🗽

flower by @futurewriter2000 🗽

through art by @ddejavvu

"i'm not very good at flirting, am i?" by @hello-everyfandom 🗽

bravest person you knew by @finnwrld

following all by @hufflepuffsthunderdome

hopelessly devoted to you

baker girl 🗽

following all my @spxllcxstxr

always with me

cold to cozy🗽

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james potter:

pinky promises series by @pmparker 🗽

restless by @evergreenghost

you're insufferable by @sadboi-writer

slut and the falcon by @leahsficemporium 🗽

what great men say by @quillsanddaydreams

i do by @rosaline-black 🗽

and it all comes crashing down by @jamesdeerest

the one for me by @robynlilyblack

following all by @imaginesfordifferentfandoms

idiot 🗽

sucker for you 🗽

following all by @wrathspoet

comfort person 🗽

fake it till you fall in love

flirty friends (or more) 🗽

invading my senses 🗽

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wolfstar:

truth or dare by @sirisuorionblack

proposition (x reader fic) by @slytherweasley

the incident, part 2 by @crownedwriting 🗽

following all by @marauders-venting

flowers and first dates 🗽

i love you 🗽

worth the wait 🗽

until the very end

one bed by design 🗽

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flowerpott:

"you called me lily" by @wolfstar-lb🗽

gay secrets and fabulous hair by @marauders-venting 🗽

halloween, 1981 by @marauders-venting

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poly!maruaders:

a day on the ice by @pregnant-piggy 🗽

you wanna hold my hand, too? by @randomoutsiders

baby by @slut-4-rafe

following all by @seriouslysnape

a little sensitivity 🗽

fighting words

damaged pride🗽

untrusted intuition 🗽

miscommunication, part 2 🗽

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#marauders masterlist #marauders fic rec #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #james potter x reader #marauders

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siriusdumblittlepuppy · 3 years ago

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casual competition

Poly!Marauders x fem!reader. Sub!Reader, dom!marauders. Casual dominance, d/s dynamic, pet names, no explicit smut.

word count: 1.3k

“Oi, Prongs!” Sirius calls, rushing down the stairs after the boy, leaving Remus to finish getting ready in the dorm alone.

“Yeah?” The bespectacled male slows his descent, allowing Sirius to catch up. When he does, he leans in close, a grin on his face.

Keep reading

#poly marauders x reader #marauders x reader #marauders imagine #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #A bit smut #fluffy marauders

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siriusdumblittlepuppy · 3 years ago

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FUCK IM OBSESSED GIVE ME PART THREE KM NEVER MOVING ON FROM THIS!😭❤️

Sirius Cheats on Remus

part ii

Sirius and James sat in the two armchairs in front of the Gryffindor fire, completely silent. James was staring at the carpet, mouth set in a tight line, and Sirius was staring at James, eyes big with the vain hope that his best friend would offer him some comfort. He didn’t deserve it, he knew that.

James pushed his hair off his forehead, “I don’t,” He opened his hands, finally raising his head to meet Sirius’ eyes, “I don’t know what you want me to say to you.”

Sirius wet his lips, shifting in his seat, “I…Okay. I know.”

James let out a breath, “Sirius. Why…What—“

Sirius just shook his head, dropping it into his hands, “I don’t have a reas—“

“Well you better fucking think of one.” James pressed his lips together cutting himself off.

Sirius stared at the ground through his fingers, “I knew you were angry.”

“I’m not—“ James’ voice was raised and he stood up, trying to reign it in, “Merlin. I’m not angry, I just—what the fuck. I never would have thought. You. You and Remus are—“ James sat back down, “I just don’t understand. Merlin, Sirius, I don’t understand. At all.”

Sirius stayed quiet. His throat was dry and he, still, had nothing to say. Maybe it was the Black in him. The cold, twisting blood that he had thought he suppressed. Maybe it still ran through his veins.

“How long?”

Sirius looked up, suddenly feeling bone tired, “It was the only time.”

James just looked at him.

“You don’t believe me?”

“Excuse me if I’m feeling a little mistrusting right now.” James took his glasses off to rub at his eyes.

Sirius watched the motion with what felt like iron in his chest, squeezing and weighing down, “Where…Where is—“

“With Lily. ‘m not telling you where.”

Sirius bit at his lip, weighing his words, “James, he—he let me…hold him, for a second, after—“

“Yeah, well, he loves you. Sirius.” James’ eyes were hard, “He loves you but that doesn’t mean he’s not fucking hurt.”

Sirius felt desperation creeping into the edges of his voice, “But if I could just talk to him—“

“And say what?” James sat forward, elbows on his knees, “And say what? Tell me.”

Sirius opened his mouth, wordless.

“All the good reasoning you’ve been able to tell me?” James looked at his best friend, his brother, and wanted nothing more than to comfort him. But he couldn’t. He wanted to tell him it was okay, but it wasn’t. “Padfoot, you don’t have a reason. You don’t have a fucking reason, and he doesn’t want to hear that. You did it because, I don’t know, the moon is in a week and Remus gets tired and you wanted something.”

“I’m not that sort of person.” Sirius’ voice cracked, “I’m not like that. I made a fucking—“ Sirius’ throat was almost too tight to get the words out and he press a hand around it, “I made the biggest mistake of my life.”

James was silent for a few beats, leaning back against the chair again, looking exhausted, “Well. It’s good to hear that you know that.” Sirius stared at the ground, watching his tears fall into the maroon fibers of the carpet, as James pushed on, “Pads…” He leaned in, “I believe you. I’m not going to excuse you. This is fucking…” He shook his head, “But I know you. There’s no way I don’t know you, and you aren’t…this. I just. I don’t understand. Remus doesn’t understand. I don’t think even you understand. Why, I mean. Why you—“

“I know.” Sirius voice was shot, like he’d been yelling. He glanced up at James, “I don’t. I can’t tell you because I don’t know.”

James sighed, “Okay.” There were a few beats of silence, “Okay.” He pushed off his knees, rising to his feet and slinging his bag around his shoulders, “I’ve Charms now. Are you coming?”

Sirius just shook his head. He could barely breathe, much less focus on a lesson. James hesitated for a moment, like he was going to say something, or put a hand on Sirius’ shoulder, but then he turned and walked silently out of the portrait hole.

Sirius sat there silently, eyes closed but restless as ever, for what felt like hours. People came and went, depending on when they had class, but to them it looked like he was just sitting in a chair, lost in thought. But his chest burned from lack of breathing, but he couldn’t seem to get air through his lungs properly. The light from the fire was making his vision pop and he felt consumed, clouded by his own guilt. He leaned forward, head in his hands, and let out a long breath. James had been right. There was no reason, he had no explanation. Shame cracked through his ribs and splintered off in all directions.

He didn’t look up when the portrait hole clicked open, hadn’t been looking up for the last hour. He didn’t want to talk, not when he could barely breathe. Then there was a sound, soft and choked, and Sirius blinked, raising his eyes. His throat closed and he stood abruptly.

Remus stood there, bag clutched to his chest. He looked like he couldn’t move either. They stared at each other, fire crackling in the silence. Sirius watched Remus’ knuckles whiten as they clenched around the leather of his bag, pushing it nervously against his chest.

Sirius could feel his chest heaving and, slowly, he took a step forward, “I—” He took a step back as Remus shied away, “I won’t say your name.” Remus looked away from him, jawline sharp, hiding most of his face. Sirius’ heart contracted, “I won’t even, I won’t even talk if you don’t want me to.” Sirius waited a beat and when Remus still didn’t look at him he relented, shoulders sagging, “You can have the common room. Or if you want the dorm… I’ll leave, just say so.”

Sirius could see the muscles working in Remus’ jaw, but he stayed silent. He hovered for a beat, then jerked towards one of the round tables, throwing himself down into one of the chairs and setting his bag on the surface, his back towards Sirius.

Sirius let out a breath, gazing at the back of his head. The curve of his neck, the curl of his hair. He longed for it suddenly, to touch it and—

“You said you would leave.”

Sirius blinked, jarred by the flatness of Remus’ voice. It wasn’t shaking like the last time he had heard it. It wasn’t anything. He was a bulletproof window next to Sirius’ shattering one.

Sirius left, making it down only the corridor before he resigned himself to the ragged sobs escaping his throat, leaning against the stone wall. He didn’t deserve to cry, but the tears came anyway.

Three weeks later  ~

James sat across from Remus in the Great Hall. He’d had a piece of sausage on his fork for the last five minutes, which was now cold. His eyes were fixed on Remus’ plate, which was still mostly full, and flicked every once and a while to his face.

“Still not feeling hungry?” James said quietly.

Remus glanced up at him, then back down at his cold breakfast, “Not really.” The truth was he wasn’t feeling much of anything.

He felt numb mostly, and out of sorts. He spent his days sitting aloof in class, avoiding Sirius at all costs, and his nights listening to Sirius’ breathing in the bed beside his, contemplating the numbing ache that seemed to be his constant companion. He thought that he finally understood the phrase ‘heavy heart.’ His felt like his had turned to a sack of galleons in his chest, and now he was being forced to carry around the extra weight.

“Moony, you need to eat something. You look…thin.” James sighed, putting his still sausaged-fork down. He leaned forward, voice lowering more, “The moon is in two days. You need to eat.”

“I do.” Remus stabbed at his ham, shoving some into his mouth, “It just takes a while. It tastes like…” dust. “I’m eating, okay?”

James’ eyes lingered for a moment, then went from soft to tense, and he straightened up. Remus knew what that meant. He grabbed three pieces of buttered toast and a napkin, wrapping them as quickly as he could, and got up. He didn’t bother to shoulder his bag, just stuffed it under his arm.

“See you in Potions.” He mumbled, and didn’t look up again, not even when he felt himself pass the head of dark hair that he saw from the corner of his eye, not until he was out of the Great Hall. He ducked around a corner and flattened himself against the wall, breathing hard. The numbness flared up into the ever-constant ache, making him press himself harder against the stones, desperate to feel anything other than that. He closed his eyes, pushing his thoughts back to last night, and laying there in the dark. He remembered Sirius’ slow breathing from one bed over. He had known he wasn’t asleep, he could tell, but he had listened anyway, through all the hitches, the deep sighs. It was the only thing that reminded Remus that Sirius was still there, and present in his life. He hated himself for it, but no matter what he did, he couldn’t bring himself to cut Sirius out completely. So, he allowed himself this. The sound of his breath. The sound of his sleep, or restlessness. Close, familiar, but not too much. It killed him, but he needed it. He needed even the memory of it to survive.

Sirius sat down at the long table, knowing he was taking Remus’ seat. The wood was still warm and he nearly broke the pumpkin juice pitcher with the force at which he set it down. James just raised an eyebrow at him.

Sirius sighed, “What do I do, James?”

James looked back to the Daily Prophet in front of him, “You eat your breakfast.”

“What do I do, James?”

James dropped his fork on his plate with a rattle, “Sirius, I’m sorry but for once in our life I’m not plotting this one out with you, I’m not helping you, I don’t know how to help you.”

Sirius’ chest tightened and he looked down at his empty plate.

He heard James let out a breath, and it was a few moments before he spoke again, “You wait it out, I guess. I don’t know for how long. I don’t know if your even…” another sigh, “waiting for anything—“

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s a possibility, Pads.” Their eyes met, James’ sad, “I’m sorry, but…”

“I know.” Sirius looked away, picking up a piece of toast with no desire to eat it, “I know.”

Remus set his books down next to Lily’s, sliding into the empty stool at their potions table.

Lily smiled at him, “I got the best lacewing flies.” She shook the small jar at him, “They aren’t all crumbly.”

Remus shot her a smile back, trying to keep it on his face, “Maybe our potion will actually work this time. What are we making today?”

“We’re making…” Lily leaned forward over her book, hair falling around her face.

“Amortentia.” Said another voice.

Remus tried not to visibly stiffen.

Lily leaned back, her face a little tenser than before, looking up at Sirius and James, who had arrived at their seats across from them.

This was the only part of Remus’ day that he couldn’t do anything about. Slughorn assigned seats. Remus started pulling his books out, head down.

“Right.” Lily said, clearing her throat and flipping her hair out of her eyes. She and James shared a look, sad and nervous, “Thanks, Sirius.”

There was an uncomfortable beat of silence before Slughorn clapped his hands loudly together, starting class.

Lily and James both did their best throughout class to try and diffuse the tension. Lily kept sending Remus away to the supply cupboard for ingredients. There was an awkward moment where both Lily and James did that at the same time, and Remus’ heart broke a little when Sirius just sat down without a word, head bent low over his notes, and let Remus go with James.

Sirius was hurting. Remus could see that. And he wanted to let him hurt, but it hurt him to see it. But it hurt him not to see it too, hurt him to be with Sirius and away from him, and it caused his heart to feel so mangled that he could barely breathe right. It didn’t help when the potion was more the half finished, and it started to work.

“Now class,” Slughorn was picking his way slowly around the tables, taking peaks into cauldrons as he spoke, “You all should be nearly there by now. I do think you’ll know when it works. I certainly do.” He grinned impishly, “If you recognize your scent then, well, good for you. If you don’t then I suppose you have something to look forward to!”

Remus felt sick. He recognized his potion. As he leaned over the pot to stir, the fumes seemed to consume him. It was faint at first, but when Lily dumped the crushed beetles in, the potion flared, bubbling and completing itself. The leather came first, a scent that was sharp and dark, like a fog. Remus stiffened, trying to mask his expression. Lily laughed to his right, leaning over the table to accept a soft kiss on the cheek from James, but Remus barely registered it.

Cedar. The damp wood smell of Quidditch broomsticks and the supply shed. The tangy scent always seemed to cling to Sirius’ clothes.

Remus wanted to stop stirring. He wanted to lean away but he couldn’t. He was frozen, the world going on around him.

Sweeter scents came next. Cinnamon, and buttery honey. The toast Sirius made himself every morning, the sweet taste that lingered in his mouth when Remus—

Remus jerked backwards, dropping the spoon with a clatter against the metal edge of the cauldron. He sat back in his chair but the scent followed him, clouding his thoughts, and he stood again, breathing hard.

“Remus…” Lily’s hand was on his arm but he jerked away. Grey eyes swam in his vision and he realized he had looked up, that Sirius was looking at him. His face was hot, the room was too hot, his tie too tight.

“I—“ Remus swallowed over a dry throat, “Not feeling good.” He managed, before he scraped his book into his bag, leaving his quill and ink on the table, and turned on his heel, bolting from the room. He gasped when the door shut behind him, the dungeon air feeling impossibly clean compared to the foggy classroom. He managed a few gulps before he was off again, feeling the ache settling back in. It had been a relief, temporarily, the effects of the potion. It had clouded his mind, surrounding him in what he had been longing for. He turned the corner and pressed a hand to the cool stone wall, chest heaving, the rolling of his stomach slowly subsiding to the familiar numbness.

It was only then, as his blood subsided its roaring in his ears, that he heard the hurried footsteps behind him. They clattered for a moment before they stopped, directly around the corner. They stood there silently, just out of view. Remus could hear Sirius’ breathing, ragged, but not from the run. They both stood there as their breathing slowed and what little noise there was lapsed into silence. Remus felt his hands shaking. Sirius took a step forward and he was right there, behind Remus, around the corner, like he was scared that if he got too close, Remus would run. Remus was worried he would run too. Remus heard him take a breath and then he spoke quietly.

“Those…wool jumpers.” He began. Remus closed his eyes at Sirius’ voice, soft and fragile, “That you wear.” Remus heard him swallow, “Something else too. I… I don’t know what it is, really. Think it might be ink. Sort of, thick.” His took a breath, “Dunno.” His voice was small and Remus pictured him playing with his fingers, with the Black family ring that he wore, twisting it around his finger the way he did sometimes when he worried about Regulus. He heard him sniff, like he was crying, and Remus pressed a hand to his chest. “Chocolate, of course.” He let out a watery laugh that was more tears than mirth, “Couldn’t not have chocolate in there. And grass. Grass in the morning. ’s always dewy when I bring you back to the castle after the moons. You always just, just sleep in my arms and I walk up that massive hill carrying you but I don’t care because—because the sun is coming up and you’re alright.” Sirius voice was thick, breaking, “You’re fine and that’s all I care about.”

Remus pressed his forehead to the stone, biting hard on the inside of his cheek to keep quiet, but the tears leaked through his lashes anyway.

Sirius’ breathing hitched and Remus heard him murmur a curse and wipe at his cheek, “And now you aren’t. You aren’t fine and it’s all my fucking fault, isn’t it?” His voice had dropped to a whisper, like he couldn’t get the words out. “God—” He was silent for a moment, “You have to know. Remus—“ Sirius stepped forward, the tiniest bit, and Remus could see him now, just a little, out of the corner of his eye, around the wall. Sirius didn’t look at him yet. He was crying, eyes downcast, brows drawn together, “Remus, it was all you in there. It was your clothes, and your mannerisms, and your favorite foods, and your skin, it was…” Sirius shook his head, eyes closing briefly as he leant his head against the stone, “And it’s never going to be any different.” His words came out rushed, in one breathe, like he was having trouble breathing through them, “No matter how foolish I am.” He blinked and tears fell, “And that isn’t to say I’m allowed to be foolish. I made…” He shook his head again, “It doesn’t matter what excuse I give, there is none. I have none. I can tell you how sorry and stupid I am. And…I am. I’m sorry. I’ve never felt more sorry. But…I—Even if you never speak to me again, you have to know. It’s just you.”

Remus tasted blood in his mouth. His shoulders hurt from how drawn in he was around himself, holding his breath against his tears. He let it out, shaky and soft.

“And I won’t try to…win you. Back, I mean. This isn’t, god, some stupid plot, or game. This is us. And I just,” Sirius looked up, Remus saw him look up, could feel his gaze on him, burning, “I can’t believe how horrible I’ve been.”

And then Sirius disappeared, letting out a breath and pressing his back to the wall around the bend, letting his face break against the tears. “I’m sorry.” He said, and no sound came out.

Remus turned, facing the wall, palms pressed against it, feeling the coolness radiate off the stone. He could hear Sirius’ breathing, he was crying and trying to hide it. Remus felt the pull, the tug that had been ingrained in his heart for years now towards Sirius, stronger than ever. He closed his eyes and, for just a moment, let himself feel it. He thought of the early morning trips up from the Shrieking Shack. Sirius had said he was sleeping but that wasn’t always the case. He was tired, bone tired, but he found more comfort in letting himself melt into Sirius’ firm chest and arms than actual sleep. He remembers the sun on his face and how, every once and a while, he’d feel himself be lifted a little higher and lips brush against his temple.

He remembered Quidditch games, watching Sirius run off the field afterwards. How it felt when he looped him about his waist and pulled him in, kissing all the post-game adrenaline into his lips.

He remembered quiet nights in Sirius’ bed, the bed he’d been absent from for nearly a month. Soft touches and voices. The only time when the moon was not a threat.

And he remembered that last morning. The cookies melting into the steam, the cracked plate. Sirius’ surprised face, his tears and pleas.

Remus opened his eyes. The world was bleary, the dungeon gray. He slid his palms along the wall, stepping sideways once, until he was next to Sirius, staring directly down at his profile. It was tear stricken. His eyes were closed. His lip was split from being bitten, and a tiny bead of dried blood was dark against the skin.

“I know that you love me.”

Sirius’ eyes shot open at Remus’ voice. It sounded hoarse and tired. Sirius thought the sound matched his eyes, which were red. The golden hazel color looked like backlit stained glass through his tears. Sirius gazed up at him, lump lodged in his throat.

Remus swallowed, eyebrows pulling together, “I never needed you to prove that you love me. All we’ve been through…All you’ve done. All this time, these moments.” Remus shook his head, “How could you not?”

Sirius’ heart pounded against his ribs. He couldn’t read Remus’ expression, and he was all too aware that these could be the last words Remus Lupin spoke to him out of any sort of love.

“And you know that I love you. At least I hope you do,” tears crept into Remus’ voice, “I don’t know, you ignored that fact a little, didn’t you?”

Sirius pressed his lips together.

“But I do. I still do.” Remus looked down, lips barely moving, “more than anything.”

Sirius’ hand moved of its own accord, reaching for Remus’ cheek, but Remus caught his wrist. Then, face crumpling slightly at the contact, seemed unable to help himself and let their hands slide together, fingers interlocking.

“This isn’t it.” Remus’ jaw was clenched and he was holding onto Sirius’ hand tightly.

“I know.” Sirius whispered.

Remus’ voice matched his, “I’m going to need time.”

Sirius nodded, “I know.”

Remus’ face cracked further, eyes like glass, “I never thought you’d do this.”

Sirius pressed his other hand to their fingers, capturing Remus’ between his own, “I’ll never again.” Sirius pressed their hands to his chest, “Those aren’t just words, Remus. I will never again.”

Remus could feel Sirius’ heart hammering, drumming against his fingers. It was what he had longed for. His voice shook, “I’m so angry at you. I’m so hurt. I still want to sit with Lily.”

Sirius nodded.

“But…Dinner. Tonight.” Remus blinked down at Sirius, “I won’t leave. Sirius…”

Sirius just squeezed their hands.

Remus bit his lip, looking away down the corridor, “I don’t know if this will work. But I want to try. Because I love you, I want to try.”

Sirius was silent for a moment until Remus looked at him again.

“Okay.” Sirius let out a breath, “And, because I love you…Remus, if this doesn’t work, then it doesn’t. And I’ll…” Sirius couldn’t bring himself to finish. And I’ll let you go. But Remus nodded, understanding.

They let their hands drop, and walked silently down the empty corridor, both feeling just a little less broken.

#wolfstar #sirius x remus #marauders #angst #wolfstar angst

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siriusdumblittlepuppy · 3 years ago

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Clingy - Remus J Lupin

Warnings - Remus being an angsty boi :( also language

Summary - In a pre full moon rage, Remus tells his friends he thinks his girlfriend is too clingy

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Every Friday you’d spend the night in the Marauders dorm. It had been that way since before you and Remus started dating, only now instead of sleeping on the floor you got to sleep snuggled into the chest of your favourite werewolf.

So it wasn’t unusual to be saying goodbye to the girls for the night, and it wasn’t unusual for you to be running late - you were always running late. Your mind couldn’t help but wander to the wolf waiting for you in the dorm, you guys hadn’t been dating long, only a month or so, but you’d been friends for years. Since third year to be exact, you’d met in potions, when you made a horrible mess out of the work and he helped you convince Slughorn that you needed a tutor. Through him you met the boys, and for every Friday since third year, you slept in their dorm.

It was now sixth year and not much had changed, apart from dating Remus and one thing you knew from the three years knowing the boys is that a silent room is never a good sign.

“I can’t believe she’s running late again,” James said laughing

You didn’t mean to eavesdrop

“I can, she’s always late and honestly I’m kind of glad she’s not here right now”

“Remus, don’t say that,” Sirius whispered.

The werewolf chuckled at that a little before speaking up once again, “Why not Sirius? She’s always here, she’s always around me and it’s unbearable.”

“You don’t mean that,” a voice squeaked. You almost missed it, with it being that quiet

“Yes I do Wormy, maybe if she spent half as much time focusing on noticing when people need space as she does when you tell her stupid prank plans maybe there’s be some peace and quiet once and a while”

There was nothing to be heard after that and you decided that maybe it was time to break your Friday tradition.

Wiping your tears, you made your way back down the stairs, walking across the common room to the girls stairs, and practically dragging yourself back up the stairs.

Lily started as soon as you walked through the door, “Hey, why are you back? Did you forget your toothbrush again? I keep telling you to leave one there.”

You giggled slightly at that

“No Lils, just not feeling great,” You murmured as you laid on your bed, still not made from that morning, “I think it’s that time of the month.”

“Ah, do you need me to take you to Pomfrey, for pain potions?”

“I’ll be okay Lils,” you said drifting off to sleep.

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The next morning you laid in bed until 11, telling the girls some lie about having cramps but then Lily said if you didn’t get up she’d get Pomfrey because she was getting worried.

You went and sat in the kitchens after that, claiming to be hungry after not eating anything that morning, not that you ate whilst you were there - you just sat and talked to the elves and helped them clean in the afternoon. It calmed me a great deal, you could see why they love it so much.

Dinner came and went after that, and you decided it was best if you just went to bed. You didn’t want to go to library, he’d be there, and you didn’t want to go to the common room, he’d be there. He was everywhere, so you’re trying to be nowhere. He needs space, you need him.

You knew the full moon was coming up and you knew it would be best to wait until after to talk to him again, getting him stressed out before hand would only make the transformation worse. The boys had told you all about the bad transformations, the ones where he came back in a million piece, with more scars than ever before, but despite what he thought of himself, he would always be beautiful to you - your beautiful moony.

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The full moon came and passed a couple days later, the entire time you and Remus never being seen in the same room. The astronomy tower has become your favourite part of the castle these days, which Lily found extremely ironic when you told her, muttering about how you hated astronomy and you were always really bad at it. You could’ my be mad though, you always were horrible at the subject, the only subject you ever excelled at being Care of Magical Creatures.

You were sure that Remus was having the time of his life right now, finally living out his dreams of peace and quiet and whatever he longed for whilst you were there.

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Today marked one week of Remus avoidance, and you still sat in the girls dorm, not even bothering to get up and tell the boys you’re not going… again.

“James?”

“Yeah mate?”

“Have you seen Y/N?” Remus whispered.

“Not today, Lily said she has mad cramps this month, had to drag her out of bed the other day, she probably just doesn’t feel that well,” he shrugged

Sirius immediately sat up in his bed, “Dude, you told us last week she was unbearable, you must be thrilled that she hasn’t shown up for two weeks,” he said walking towards him and flopping on Remus’ bed.

“Everyone knows I get a little grouchy before the full moon, I didn’t mean that”

Everyone stay silent at that

“What?”

James was the one to break the silence, “Yeah you can be a little grumpy sometimes dude but what you said was out of line, Y/N wasn’t even here and I felt sad for her. You should be glad she wasn’t here, otherwise I don’t think you’d have a girlfriend anymore”

More silence followed after that.

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You were the only one at the astronomy tower at this time of night, it was eerily calm. It was almost too quiet, until you felt the presence of someone much taller than you sit next to you, their legs extending much past yours.

“Hi”

“Hi, umm hey, I can go if you want me to,” you say getting up and moving towards to door

He grabs your wrist, “Stay”

No other words are said for several minutes but you sit back down next to him, this time a bit further away, noticing the frown on his face when he sees the distance.

“Did I do something?”

“No” I whisper.

“Is because I’m a werewolf, because I can understand that, I told you I was a monster and I know you guys keep telling me not to say it but I know I am and I’m hideous and ugly and I’d understand if you’d hate me because I’m a werewolf”

“Remus, you’re the most beautiful person I know. But don’t tell Sirius I said that please” you say chuckling slightly.

“Why haven’t I seen you this week?” He breathes, “Why didn’t you come to the dorm?”

“Cramps, they were really bad this month”

“Don’t lie to me darling”

“Remus-“ you start

“Why do you keep calling me Remus, you always call me Moony or Moons or love but never Remus?”

“I’ve just been busy re- Moony” You correct.

“Please don’t lie to me”

Looking down at your feet you know you need to tell him you heard

“I’m trying to learn to pay more attention to when people need space and pay a little less attention to stupid prank plans”

“What do you mean darling? Who needs space?”

You chuckle softly, picking at the skin around my nails, “I didn’t want to be unbearably clingy anymore”

“What? You’re not clingy”

“Yes Remus, I must be”

You could almost see the cogs whirring in his head, confusion twisting to realisation very swiftly,

“Baby…”

“It’s okay, I understand. I can be a bit unbearable sometimes, I’m working on it, that’s why I didn’t turn up, thought you’d appreciate a boys night” you smiled slightly

“Darling,” he says grabbing my chin making me look at him, “The only thing I want right now is for my gorgeous girlfriend to come with me to my dorm, which I’ve kicked the guys out of, so we can cuddle and be clingy and go to sleep next to each other and wake up smiling, okay?”

You couldn’t help the smile growing on your face.

Wiping your tears, you hold out your pinky, “Pinky promise me, pinky promise me I’m not unbearable”

Our pinky’s locked

“I pinky promise”

“Can I have a kiss Moons?”

You didn’t get an answer, his lips instead finding yours, kissing you with such passion you’d think he hadn’t seen you in months. You wrap your arms around his neck, moving to straddle his lap, his hands staying firmly on your hips. Pressing your hips down, you moan into his mouth, gripping the hair at the base of his neck to ground yourself. When you pull away from each other, you rest your forehead in the crook of his neck, breathing still heavy, and eyelids growing tired.

Neither of you know how long you were sat there, with you in his lap but eventually you made your way to his dorm, stumbling past the other three Marauders half asleep in the common room, muttering about making sure you used protection.

Now both of you lay on your side, his chest pressing into your back, and his head in your neck, arm draped around your waist, breathing softer and slower.

“Goodnight darling” he says, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“Night love”

#marauders imagine #marauders angst #remus lupin #remus angst #remus x you #remus imagine

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siriusdumblittlepuppy · 3 years ago

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m.list

james potter

sirius black

remus lupin

poly!marauders

regulus black

peter parker

spencer reid

aaron hotchner

eddie munson

#MaraudersMasterList #marauders #eddie munson masterlist #ddejavu masterlist

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siriusdumblittlepuppy · 3 years ago

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𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 || wayne munson x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || things are almost perfect with your boyfriend eddie, but you're too weak to resist when his uncle offers to fill in that missing piece. (it's basically porn without plot I don't know what you want me to say lmao)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 || 6.6k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || smut (18+ only), dubious consent (the reader is into it but hesitant), infidelity (see summary, reader is dating eddie, but there's a twist...), enormous age gap (reader is an 18-year-old high school senior, wayne is well into his 50s), alcohol consumption (by wayne), unprotected sex, oral sex m and f receiving, breeding kink, daddy kink, spanking, hair pulling, degradation/dumbification ("slut" "whore" "dumb" "stupid"), overstimulation, somewhat inexperienced reader, somewhat creepy/aggressive uncle wayne

please read the warnings carefully before proceeding

It was always awkward when you came over to Eddie’s trailer too early and ended up having to make smalltalk with Wayne.

“So… how’s school?” he asked, standing by the kitchen counter as he nursed his beer.

“Good, good,” you nodded, chewing your lip. “I’m on track to graduate this year and everything.”

“That’s great,” he smiled politely, crinkles around his eyes becoming more pronounced. A longer silence followed before he cleared his throat. “Uh, you and Eddie’ve been goin’ out a while, huh?”

“Just four months,” you shrugged, “if you think of that as a long time.”

“For a couple’a kids, sure.”

“We’re not kids,” you denied, “I mean… I know we’re not really grown, but—”

“No, you’re right,” he reneged, “sometimes I forget how grown up you really are.”

You smiled slightly, twisting your sneaker on the carpet for a second.

“I mean, five minutes ago Eddie was just this punk kid who showed up at my doorstep,” Wayne recalled, “and now here he is bringing home his girlfriend. Never thought I’d see the day.”

You giggled a bit; “You’re not the only one,” you offered him with a smirk.

“Couldn’t believe my eyes when I first met you, honestly— cute, sweet girl like you? With a boy like him?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you frowned. “Eddie’s sweet and funny and—”

“No, no, he’s a good boy,” Wayne corrected himself, “but he’s just that— a boy. You could have anybody you wanted in this town. And I just… didn’t expect him to be your first choice.”

You glanced down, not sure if you should just accept the compliment and move on, or question his logic further. “I-I dunno about that,” you offered shyly.

“I do,” he hummed, stepping closer to you. “Does he not tell you? Honey, you’re perfect.”

You choked; Eddie did tell you that, but it sounded different when Wayne said it. It meant something different when Wayne said it.

It… felt different.

“Well, um… thanks,” you mumbled, still looking away.

“He’s a lucky guy,” Wayne decided, “that he’s got you all to himself. Hope he knows what he’s got.”

You nodded, clutching your arms over your chest which warmed with memories of Eddie’s effusiveness; apparently the Munson family thought you were pretty special, even if you didn’t always feel that way.

“I would say that I hope he treats you right,” he continued, setting down his glass bottle with a quiet clink, “but… I know he doesn’t.”

You glanced up at him with wide eyes. Did he know something you didn’t? “Wh-what does that mean?” you asked worriedly, and he stepped closer again— looking down at you with a dark stare.

“I can hear you,” he whispered, “when you’re in the bedroom—”

He wagged his finger over your shoulder, towards the trailer’s bedroom where you and Eddie spent some nights together; your breath caught.

“— thinkin’ you’re being all sneaky, like I won’t hear you. But I do, and y’know somethin’? I can tell he’s not pleasin’ you right.”

You stepped back, and he stepped forward, and in a second he had you pinned against the kitchen wall. “I-I’m sorry,” you began, but he wasn’t finished talking yet.

“You make such cute little sounds,” he grinned, “but a real man should make you scream. S’that what you need, little girl?”

“I… I don’t…” you stammered, feeling so girlish and dumb in that moment as you failed to think of anything useful to say.

“Does he give you what you need? Just tell me,” he pleaded, voice softening. “Yes or no— are you satisfied by him?”

Hesitating, you eventually shook your head— even though you hated to admit it. Eddie was amazing, in so many ways, but he struggled with a few things… including making you come.

“Didn’t think so,” Wayne chuckled with a tilted smile— it reminded you of Eddie’s, actually.

You jumped slightly when he leaned in and brushed your hair away, kissing under your ear gently. Breath catching, your back started to arch up from the kitchen wall already; he was so delicate, teasing you carefully as your thighs clenched together.

“Tell me to stop,” he purred as his lips traveled more confidently over your neck. “Tell me you can’t, ‘cause you’ve got your little boyfriend to stay faithful to. Tell me it’s wrong. Tell me you should stick to boys your age.”

You opened your mouth, imagining saying everything he had, but only a whimpering moan fell out from your traitorous, gloss-stained lips.

“C’mon, babydoll, just tell me stop if you don’t want it,” he offered again, a rough hand moving higher and higher up your thigh until his fingers tickled under your dress.

“Don’t stop,” you heard yourself sigh, and in an instant his mouth was on yours. He tasted like tobacco and beer, but your tongue still dove forward in search of more.

His finger dragged over your panties, starting at the damp patch that had formed by your opening and curling up to nudge your swelling bud. “Lookit you,” he chuckled proudly, “little button’s all firm for me.”

The dull edge of his fingernail scratched lightly through the cotton, making you jolt and curl your toes inside your sneakers. “F-fuck,” you choked, and his mouth was on your neck again, but this time his teeth were nipping at you, too.

His other hand gripped your waist for a moment, before sliding down and groping your butt as you whined. “Mm, this cute little ass,” he growled, “you’re always showin’ it off with those skirts and short-shorts. Shoulda known not to tease me like that.”

When he brought his hand down firmly, it was still more of just a pat than a spank, and yet you shamelessly moaned out loud.

“You like it rough, huh?” he noticed with a proud tint to his voice. "Innocent-lookin’ ones always do. Fuck, you’re just too sweet, babydoll…”

You gasped when he dropped to his knees, reaching up under your dress to pull your panties down to your ankles.

“Y’sweet everywhere, honey?” he asked with a smug grin.

Your head fell back against the wall with a bang the second Wayne’s mouth was on you. He was eager yet precise, dragging his tongue up your slit, rubbing your thighs almost too hard as he sucked on your clit.

His moans were low and gravelly and you could feel them, they made everything vibrate and it was already almost too much; he didn’t have a lot of hair, but you found something to grab onto as he greedily tasted you. And as for the hair he did have, well, his mustache was tickling your sensitive skin, even brushing up against your clit when he pushed his tongue inside you— which should’ve been too scratchy but it felt fucking perfect.

“Oh my god,” you panted, “oh— fuck, I never— oh!”

“Y’never what— never got your pussy ate?” he realized, biting down on your thigh for a moment. “Now that’s just a fuckin’ waste.”

“E-Eddie tried,” you explained, “once… but it wasn’t— it didn’t feel like this…”

“‘Cause he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doin’,” Wayne explained before diving back in and making your knees nearly buckle with the way he circled his tongue around your clit. You didn’t remember being this sensitive— maybe it was the forbidden nature of it, maybe it was the way he went back and forth from teasing you to overwhelming you.

Or, very plausibly, it was because you had this poorly-suppressed thing for older men. It was one of those things you’d confessed just once to a close friend only to get thoroughly judged, and you never told anyone again. But Wayne saw right through you.

“You’ve thought about this before, haven’t you?” he grinned up at you, making it clear in the way he asked his question that he already knew the answer.

“I’m more than twice your age, sweetie,” he reminded you, “you shouldn’t be thinking about things like that…”

In a specific way, you always thought Wayne was attractive— not exactly a pretty man, but rough in all the right ways. Though you never thought you’d admit it, you had wondered how his callused hands might feel on your smooth skin, how someone with all his experience would treat someone as delicate as you. Awkwardly, you nodded, and he let out a breath that tickled your most sensitive skin.

But then his tongue was on you again and you weren’t thinking about anything.

“Actually,” he mumbled against your skin, “I’m more than three times your age…”

You couldn’t believe he had the wherewithal to multiply in his head right now.

“Old enough to be your daddy,” he chuckled, and you whimpered.

“M-my dad’s not even forty,” you corrected thinly.

“Then I guess I’m nearly old enough to be your grandaddy,” he added with a laugh.

“Oh god,” you choked, “don’t say that…”

“Why shouldn’t I?” he grinned. “Makes your little pussy clench.”

He emphasized his point by tickling your opening with the tip of his finger, and you shivered.

Delicately pushing his finger in, barely to the first knuckle, he teased you with small movements and little licks on your bud. When he moved his finger just a bit deeper, he curled it against that ridge inside you that made your toes curl.

“F-fuck, why you gotta tease me so much?” you breathed. “If you know how bad I need it, you should just give it to me.”

He suddenly pulled away, standing up and making you feel terribly small as he stared down at you. “Give you what, sweetheart?” he asked darkly. You swallowed, melting into the heat of his body pressed against yours— his shirt was unbuttoned and he just had on a white tank top underneath, you could see his chest filling each time he took a breath… you could feel him getting hard through his sun-bleached jeans.

“Um…” you stalled.

“What do you need?” he asked again, tilting your chin with his fingers curled under it until you were blinking up at him dreamily.

“You,” you answered in a whisper, “need you… Daddy.”

The delicate brush of his touch under your chin switched suddenly to a tight grasp on your jaw, and he kissed you again; rougher than before, deeper, with his teeth grazing your lips and his tongue forcing your mouth open wider. It tasted different than before, too, because of what he’d done to you— and it made you even wetter to realize that.

You heard your own moans muffled by his mouth, and you felt his hands move down from your face to your waist, pulling you even closer— you found yourself desperate to feel his skin on yours, silently cursing all these clothes in the way.

He broke away and started to work on your neck again; he was relentless with the neck, that man, maybe because you moaned so loudly every time he licked along your pulse. "Taste how sweet you are?" he smirked. "Sweetest little pussy I ever tasted— I could eat you all night if I didn't have bigger plans."

He pulled you back with him as he crossed the living room and sat down wide-legged on the couch, guiding you into his lap which you straddled as you rested your hands on his chest through the undershirt.

“Naughty girl,” he groaned as you rocked your hips on him instinctively, “wanna be fucked already? I was just gonna play wit’ya, but you need more, hm?”

“Yes,” you panted.

“Need to be fucked hard and deep by a real grown-up?” he continued.

“Please,” you whined, gathering his checkered shirt into your weak fists.

“Need to be fucked raw?”

You choked, words failing you, and yet your hands were already at his belt.

“Mm,” he hummed as he watched proudly, “so fuckin’ needy. Y’know it’s not ladylike to be actin’ this way?”

You nodded, mouth falling slack as you reached into his open fly, finding his hot erection just on the other side of loose boxer shorts. “Daddy, please,” you whimpered.

"Why don't you put your mouth on it first, sweetie? Show Daddy what your little boyfriend taught you."

You hopped up off of his lap and knelt on the cheap carpet— it was a little rough on your bare knees, but you were hardly paying attention to that when you were at eye-level with his cock, stroking it in front of your face as you psyched yourself up for just doing it, just leaning in and taking it in your mouth…

“C’mon, nothin’ to be afraid of,” he soothed, “I know you wanna taste.”

And you did, so you leaned in and licked it like a lollipop— wide tongue, half-lidded eyes looking up at him as his smile faltered slightly.

You licked it a couple more times before you finally found the courage to tilt your head down enough to suck on the head properly. “That’s good,” he whispered to you, fingers brushing over your head gently, “there you go…”

He got even harder in your mouth, veins protruding and soft skin stiffening against your lips as you sat back on your feet.

He kept stroking your head, not quite pushing you down though you almost wished he would, humming proudly as you bobbed your head— taking a little more with each movement.

"Mm, fuck," he sighed, relaxing more until his head fell back on the top of the couch. "S'good, babydoll— can't believe that tiny mouth a'yours can fit all this dick in it."

Just to show off, you took him even deeper until you nearly choked, blinking up at him diligently to find a dark look in his eyes.

"I should give Ed some more credit," Wayne chuckled, "he taught you good. You suck cock like a proper little whore."

You pulled off when you needed air, smiling at him and wiggling your hips as you wished for more attention on your aching core. "You like it?" you assumed, and he didn't answer directly but did start to grab at your hair like he was about to pull you back down for more.

But you were one step ahead; you held his cock tightly in your hand as you moved your head down to suck one of his heavy balls into your mouth. You had to fight the urge to smile when he groaned and tilted his head back.

"Damn," he hissed, "I knew you wanted me, you made that obvious, but I never thought you wanted a taste of my balls. Such a dirty little girl…"

His fingers that had only been gently toying with your hair tensed into a firmer grip, and you felt his cock throb in your grasp as you moved to the other.

"Fuck, suck 'em harder, honey," he grunted. "Yeah— use your tongue, too, don't be shy. Daddy likes feeling your hot mouth on his balls."

So you kept going, hollowing your cheeks and fluttering your eyes shut as you drew random shapes with your tongue over the soft skin in your mouth. Your pussy was clenching on nothing, over and over— you were afraid you would start dripping on his floor considering your panties were around your ankles and couldn't protect you now.

"You like this, babydoll?" he prompted with a little grunt, and you released his sack from your mouth to give a long lick up the underside of his cock.

"They taste good," you gasped, "I can suck them some more, right? Please?"

"Yeah, sweetheart, go ahead," he chuckled, making you quickly lean in and lick a stripe over the seam between them.

Each movement of your tongue over his delicate skin made you needier, and your hips kept rocking helplessly in the air as you sought some friction to relieve the ache. Unfortunately, you didn't find any— and you were making the most pathetic, desperate noises as you lathed his cock and balls thoroughly with your tongue.

"I know you want more," he whispered, and you moaned again— you felt helpless to the desperation overtaking your body.

"Please fuck me," you sighed, "please—"

"Stand up and take that little dress off first," he told you, "Daddy wants to see all of you."

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand as you stood up, taking one step towards the door and facing him as he stared at you. He moved his hips slightly and gripped his cock as you finally took the panties off around your shoes and started to lift your dress. Having forgone a bra, you were left naked once the dress was over your head and tossed to the side, except of course for your—

"Shoes and socks too, babydoll," he instructed, and you bent down to untie the laces and slip the white tennis shoes off. Your cotton socks were next, and then you were just standing there, totally bare, his gaze trailing over you.

"Give us a twirl, honey," he cooed. "So cute… Eddie's got no idea what to do with all that, huh?"

You bit your lip and shook your head. He curled a finger as he watched you.

"Let me take care of you, cutiepie."

Approaching him again, you stood by where he was sitting as he reached up and rubbed your thigh, eyes drinking you in.

"I don't even know where to start," he laughed, "damn, I could touch you everywhere."

"Touch me here, daddy," you sighed as you straddled his hips again and guided his hand to your cunt. "Need you so bad…"

His fingers toyed with your clit and his free hand slid up your stomach to squeeze your breasts. "So greedy," he tutted, "this puffy little pussy of yours is just desperate for attention. Don't worry, babydoll, know just what you need."

He pulled your hips down and pressed your hot lips against his shaft as it curved up against his stomach. You sighed, trying to move so you could rub yourself on him, but his strong hold on you kept you still until you whined impatiently.

"You wanna get your hole stretched out by this big dick, don't you?" he noticed.

Biting your lip, you nodded.

"Then put it inside you, sweetheart," he ordered, "and ride me. Fuck yourself on my cock."

You lifted yourself slightly with your quivering legs, reaching down under yourself to grab him and guide the thick head to your waiting, lonely opening. Breathing quickly and feeling your heart race, feeling that pit in your stomach of searing hot guilt but ignoring it, you sank down onto him.

“Shit!” he groaned, pulling you down the rest of the way and snapping his hips up. “So fuckin’ tight, babydoll— god, Eddie’s a dumbass. Got this sweet, creamy little pussy to play with and he can’t even treat it right.”

You choked as you felt how deep he'd gone, whimpering as the gyrating of your hips forced your sensitive— almost sore— clit to grind on the rough patch of hair around his base. It felt so good already, your body on edge from being teased this long, and then you started really going.

Moaning unabashedly, you guided yourself up and down on top of him, unable to stop yourself with the friction felt so perfect. The ridge of his cock's soft head was so clear you could feel it inside you, stroking your walls— and you made sure to lift as high as you could each time so you could feel that ridge rub your spot perfectly. "D-Daddy," you sobbed, grabbing handfuls of his white undershirt to try to keep yourself in reality.

“Such an eager little thing,” he grunted, gripping your ass tighter as you rode him.

That you were— you felt totally out of control, addicted to the feeling, never wanting it to stop.

"Bounce on it, babydoll, jus' like that," he purred, "look at those cute tits while you ride— too fuckin' precious."

He sat up and suckled on one with a wide mouth, making you gasp and arch your back. As his lips moved to the other, his hands released your hips to massage each one as he sucked.

It made chills run down your back, it made more wetness gather and leak out around his textured shaft.

One hand kept groping your tits while the other slipped down and pressed on your belly gently, until his thumb found your clit, and with a proud smirk, he started to rub it in gentle circles while you rode him.

"Feels good?" he asked you softly, and you nodded. "I wanna feel how tight you can get, babydoll. You need to come, princess, I can tell— Daddy's here to give you everything you need, okay?"

"Mkay," you mumbled, melting under his touch as the movements on your clit enhanced every sensation.

"Daddy knows just how to stroke your cute little clit, hm? Gonna make you come so hard for me, right on my thick cock."

"Please," you choked, fists tightening; you opened your eyes, hardly having noticed you'd shut them, and looked down at him under you.

He had the slightest shine of sweat on his forehead, and a dark glimmer in his eye as he stared up at you; he looked prideful, of you and of himself. The more you tugged at his shirt, the more you revealed tanned skin, sun spots and freckles and scars, even a faded tattoo over his heart. You didn’t mind that it showed his age— not even the white chest hair bothered you.

"You're s-so sexy," you blurted out.

He laughed a bit. "I dunno about that— I'm just an old man, you could do better than me."

"Don't want better— I want this, I want you to fuck me like this," you whined.

"I know, babydoll," he offered with condescending sympathy, "y'get so horny you forget that the last thing you should be doing is getting your pussy filled by your boyfriend's dirty old uncle, huh? I understand— it's hard being eighteen, all that energy and nothing to do with it 'cause those high school boys can't make you come."

A shaky whine fell from your lips, but for all the conflictedness on your face, your body was more confident than ever as your hips sped up their movements. The hand still on your breast started to tease and tweak your nipple until you shuddered. Then he gave your breast a sudden slap— not too hard, but totally unexpected— and you gasped.

"Hm," he smirked, "you're a real wonder, sweetie. You look like an angel but you ride like a rodeo queen."

You smiled too, thinking that sounded extra funny in his accent.

"And you suck cock like a filthy little slut."

And it wasn’t quite funny anymore; you gasped a little and held tighter onto his shoulders, feeling shocks jump up inside you from where his thumb was still consistent and firm on your bud. It was building faster than it had before, hot and heavy and tingly at your toes and fingers.

"Feel so fuckin' good," he groaned through his teeth, "such a good little whore for me. Tight little thing, grippin' me just how I like— ah, fuck, a little faster, honey—"

You arched your back and slammed your hips down harder and faster, hearing the noise of skin on skin echo through the small space. "I-I'm… oh, god," you whimpered, trying to warn him about the pressure building inside you, but he picked up on it instantly.

"Gonna come? Good girl," he grinned. "Love making pretty girls scream— mm, just like that, keep going."

It was harder to keep your pace while the pleasure was beginning to take over, yet you were fighting for it harder than ever because you need more, just a little more and it would all break. And when it broke you knew it would feel so good.

"God, you're so fuckin' wet," Wayne grunted, "little pussy's soaking Daddy's dick, princess. Your juices are running down my balls."

It was so perfectly filthy, it made your whole body tense up even harder as your ecstasy crept up closer and closer.

"This whole fuckin' trailer's gonna smell like your pussy," he laughed breathlessly. "I could still smell you in the bedroom sometimes after you left, you know… wanted a taste of that sweet young cunt so bad…"

You felt a bit self-conscious hearing him talk about your scent; you'd always had an anxiety that it smelled bad or gross down there just because it didn't smell like cupcakes or lillies. "You… you really like how it smells?" you asked shyly between panting breaths.

"Yeah, smells fuckin' delicious," he snarled, nostrils flaring. "Smells like fresh, ripe pussy— best smell in the world, babydoll. Enough to drive a man crazy."

"O-oh," you stuttered, feeling yourself drip even more as he said that. "Oh, Daddy, I—!"

His thumb pressed harder on your clit and you sobbed shakily. “Nice an’ easy, baby, nice an’ easy,” he coaxed you gently, “just let go, let that little kitty make a big fuckin’ mess on me, hm?”

It hit you like a truck and your head fell back limply, tears falling down your temples as your eyes shut tight. His hands tightened on your hips, and as you stilled, he started to fuck up into you— forcing you to take more and more until you were worried you would scream loud enough for the whole trailer park to hear. “F-fuck,” you choked, mustering some strength to lift your head again and look down at him, “slow down, please…”

“God, that’s cute,” he laughed proudly, “m’not done with you yet, babydoll, not even close. That’s the best part of sweet young things like you, y’can go for hours and never tire out.”

“Yeah,” you panted, “but can you?”

He growled through his teeth as he pulled you down, until your face was so close to his, but his hand tugging your hair kept you and your needy, open mouth from kissing him. “Don’t give me lip, girl,” he warned, “or you’ll get a spanking.”

“Fuckin’ dare you,” you smiled, whining loudly as he brought a hand down hard on your ass. “Yes!” you sobbed.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he grunted, “your hole gives me a good squeeze when I smack this tight little ass.”

Another spank to prove his point, and you felt your hips rocking on top of him of their own accord.

“See? Knew you wanted more,” he laughed, “just need a little patience. M’gonna teach you so much, honey, gonna make you my little whore.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head, and he tugged your hair again. “Harder, daddy,” you begged, choking as he forced you to crane your neck with another pull on your hair. He sucked on your neck again, hard enough to leave a mark, and at the same time gave you two more firm spanks. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, s-so good…”

“What’s good, babydoll?” he prompted.

“You— you’re so good,” you answered, “y’fuck me so good, dick’s so fuckin’ good, Daddy…”

“Uh huh,” he encouraged, “how good?”

“B-best I ever had,” you hiccuped, “better than anything— fuck, s’yours, yours!”

“Goddamn,” he grunted, “this sweet little pussy, all mine?”

“Yeah,” you panted, “whenever you want it— oh god!”

“Baby,” he sighed, “don’t make promises you can’t keep… I know good dick will make you wanna say all kinds’a stuff, but you gotta control yourself.”

He held you tightly and flipped you around, laying you on the couch on your back and pushing your thighs up to your chest. When he slid himself all the way inside again, he went so deep that you could hardly stand it. “Oh fuck,” you sighed.

“Y’see it now?” he groaned. “See all that pretty cream you got on my cock?”

The angle he had your hips at was so dramatic that all you had to do was blink your eyes open and you could see it, the ring of thick, white arousal around the base of him. It was embarrassing— in an erotic sort of way— to see what you’d done.

“Messy little pussy you’ve got,” he smiled proudly. “Should make you clean all that up when I’m done— bet you’d like that, slut.”

He fucked into you rough and fast, his balls slapping on your ass— still sore from the spanking— with each thrust.

"You know somethin'?" he said suddenly, voice gruff and broken up with heavy breaths. "I've been around a while, I've had a lot of pussy, but yours? This cute, dripping little pink hole you've got? Might just be my favorite."

"Really?" you beamed.

"Mhm," he nodded, licking his bottom lip. "So sensitive… sweet and tiny and begging to be filled up. And you let me fuck it raw, too, you're so adorable."

Your cheeks heated up quickly, and suddenly the bare feeling of his cock inside you— with nothing at all in the way— was especially noticeable, especially taboo, especially wrong but oh-so-right.

"I know you know where the condoms are," he laughed, "Eddie goes through them like potato chips with you. Why'd you let me get my dick wet in your little hole, babydoll?"

"I— I dunno," you stalled, "I just… wanted to feel you. For real."

"Mm? Wanted to feel this hot cock, is that it?"

"Y-yeah…"

"It's not like wearing a rubber would make this responsible anyways, right?" he continued, laughing when you nodded. "God, you high school girls are just too sweet. Stupid, but sweet."

"Ohh, I… I'm not stupid."

"No, not always," he agreed, "Ed says you make straight A's. But you still came here when you knew he wouldn't be home yet, you still wore that dress and tried to act innocent, and you jumped on my cock as soon as you got the chance. You're just dumb when you're horny, honey, that's okay."

His thumb suddenly found your bud again, pressing down on it far too hard for how sore it was— it was somehow both numb and hypersensitive, and your whole body jolted when he rubbed it roughly.

"W-wait! S'too sensitive!" you whined, bucking your hips wildly to try to escape from how much it was.

"Shh, shh," he soothed, holding your hips tight to keep you still, "c'mon, let Daddy take care of you, sweetheart, let me play with that adorable little baby pussy, hm? Gonna make it so happy, honey, gonna help your hole make all that sweet cream to coat my cock…"

"Hurts!" you hiccuped.

"Yeah? But it's what you need— it's what you fuckin' need, you dumb slut."

Tears welled in your eyes as the pain somehow started to feel good just at the same time that the insults felt like compliments. It was all a bit of both, really.

"Can tell this hole loves my fuckin' dick," he groaned lowly, watching your face with a heavy stare as he licked his lips. "Can tell this hole belongs to Daddy now."

"Yes," you sobbed.

"And Daddy knows how to keep a pussy satisfied," he chuckled. "Know what a slutty little girl like you needs. Do you know what it is, babydoll?"

You shook your head.

"It's to get bred, sweetheart."

"Nooo," you whined, "m'too young to get pregnant."

"Too young? Bullshit, you're the perfect age— young and fertile, sweet little body begging to be knocked up."

"B-but—"

"You'd look so cute," he grunted, fucking you even deeper then until you gasped and clawed at the couch. "Belly gettin' bigger, tits all swollen… don't you think it'd be kind of funny, for the innocent high school girl to get knocked up by some old man from the trailer park?"

Not quite your idea of a hilarious joke; it was, admittedly, the titillating sort of terrifying to imagine, but even your cockdrunk brain knew it couldn’t seriously happen. “Don’t scare me like that,” you giggled.

"If it's so scary, how come you're about to come for me again?" he noticed with a grin.

“Hng, Wayne, m’gonna come, just p-pull out,” you choked, “please?”

"Okay, okay," he relented with a chuckle, "I'll pull out, but you need to come over here and suck me off with that pretty mouth until I come."

You nodded with a quick sigh, and he gripped your hips tighter.

“Come for me first, babydoll,” he grunted, “gimme another big squeeze— uh huh, just like that, fuck y’look so cute when you come.”

You quivered on the outside and convulsed on the inside, inner muscles spasming uncontrollably around him as a second, harder orgasm hit you all over.

He fucked you so fast, right in the middle of it, that you arched your back and made noises you didn't even know a human could make, let alone yourself.

Apparently he had some sense of mercy, because he stopped assaulting your clit, but he kept the brutal pace of his hips as you tried to catch your breath.

"Hear that? Hear how it sounds?" he grunted.

"Sounds… sticky…" you panted.

"Yeah," he agreed, "that's what it sounds like when a perfect little cunt is getting treated right. Look at what you did to me, look at all that cream…"

You struggled to get your eyes open but you did, seeing the thorough mess you'd made— clear and cloudy-white arousal mixing together and truly coating him.

"Good job, babydoll," he praised gruffly, "Daddy's so proud— that sweet little hole of yours sure left its mark, huh? Not just on me— there's a stain under you on the sofa."

"I-I'm sorry—"

"No, no sweetheart," he cooed, "it's good, you did good! All I ever fuckin' wanted, to make you drip like that. Knew you were a wild one under the innocent girl act."

It hadn't felt like an act at the time, but it was certainly not believable now.

He pulled out suddenly and sat back, stroking himself slowly as you scrambled to sit up. "C'mon and suck me off, princess."

You got on all fours and put your head in his lap, sucking your own taste off his cock and stroking what your lips couldn't reach.

"Mhm," he encouraged lowly, grabbing a fistful of hair by the back of your head. "Fuck, gonna come all over that pretty tongue."

You moaned, carefully adjusting yourself to kneel on the floor again— it was a little less awkward of a position— without stopping your work.

"Mm, and you're gonna swallow it all?" he assumed. You couldn’t quite answer right now, you couldn’t even nod with his grip on the back of your head, so you just blinked up at him slowly and it seemed to get the message across.

His head fell back with a deep gasp, and he guided your head with his strong hold on your hair— using your mouth exactly how he wanted. And you let him, just doing your best to keep some suction on him while your drool ran down your chin.

"I'm close," he gasped, "keep sucking— nice and deep, babydoll, you can choke on it."

But then he made you choke on it, grunting deeply as you gagged, watching your eyes water from the stress on your throat. Maybe that's what tipped him over the edge, because he let out a long, deep moan as the first pulse of his cock shot come onto your tongue. You whimpered and bobbed your head even faster, tightening your grip on his shaft to try to squeeze every drop out.

"Such a good fuckin' girl," he growled. "Swallow all that come, sweetheart— fuck!"

It was bitter, even more than Eddie's, but you gulped it down with a smile, jerking him off to keep getting more and more—

He had to stop you by grabbing your hair and hand at once, laughing thinly and guiding you off of him. "That's all of it, honey, you got it all— fuck…"

He sighed and fell back onto the couch, taking a second or two to catch his breath before he grabbed a cigarette and lighter and lit up.

You watched him take a drag and exhale with a heavy breath. “Damn, girl…" he finally said, opening his eyes and then patting his knee. You smiled as you got up onto his lap, curling up into him as he kept smoking. "You're one hell of a woman, babydoll," he told you softly. "Haven't fucked like that since… shit, I don't think I've ever fucked quite like that. Never had a pussy soak me as good as yours."

You wiggled proudly in his one-arm embrace, but he had to let you go at some point to get his softening cock back into his jeans, refastening his belt with a grunt.

"Come over any time, sweetheart," he offered you with a smirk around his cigarette, "I'll keep that pussy satisfied."

He gave you a congratulatory spank to the thickest part of your butt, and you jumped before a giggle slipped out of your throat. His lip twitched into a split second of a snarl as he did it again, this time leaving his hand on your cheek afterwards and gripping it hard.

"God, this ass," he growled. "Next time, I'm bending you over that counter and watching it the whole time I'm fucking you. And spanking you until you cry."

You were barely reacting to his rough fantasy, you were still hung up on next time.

He stroked your thigh gently, smiling at you as he exhaled smoke through his nose. "Whenever Ed's not here—"

Speak of the freak, and he shall appear.

The front door clicked open and creaked, and your heart dropped into your gut.

“Eddie!” you yelped, reaching for a blanket to try to cover yourself as your boyfriend stared forward at the scene in front of him. “Eddie, oh god, I’m so— I’m so sorry, I—”

“Damn it,” Eddie interrupted with a frown— certainly not looking chipper, but still not giving the reaction you expected. It’s hard to say how one should react when you walk in on your girlfriend and your uncle moments after he was fucking her into the next dimension, but mild frustration probably isn’t it, right?

“Told ya,” Wayne smirked at him proudly. “You owe me twenty.”

“Bull!” Eddie shouted back.

“You lost the bet!” Wayne reminded him.

“Yeah, and you fucked my girlfriend! M’not givin’ you a fuckin’ twenty!” Eddie scowled.

“Fair enough,” Wayne shrugged.

You blinked through teary eyes— it was pretty easy to put together what had happened now, but you still didn’t quite believe it.

“You heard her outside, didn’t you?” Wayne realized. “I warned you, girl like this needs more, Ed. Fuck her right or somebody else will.”

"I don't understand…" you mumbled nervously, and Eddie gave you a sympathetic smile as he tilted his head.

“You were supposed to tell him you only wanted me,” Eddie informed you, “and I could’ve made twenty bucks!”

"I'm so sorry—" you began.

"Oh no! I'm not mad," he promised. "I mean… I'm a little disappointed, but I understand. I knew that I hadn't made you…"

He trailed off, and you cleared your throat, glancing down. "So… you aren't breaking up with me?"

"No, god no!" he scoffed. "Angel, I love you!"

You sniffled, your mind overwhelmed with emotions. "I love you too, Eddie…"

"C'mon, son, have a seat on the couch with your girlfriend," Wayne suggested. "I think it's time I taught you how to properly take care of a young woman."

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