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My Bucky Barnes Master List of Stories
I thought I would post all my stories in this list for everyone to see to make it easier rather than scrolling through the endless abyss of my profile. By all means scroll away if you want, but all the stories are here for your convenience.
If any of the links don't work or are wonky. please let me know!
I marked my personal favourites with a *
**Link to my second master list page can be found here**
**Link to my third master list page can be found here**
Avengers Bucky
Slip and Fall for You
No More Sneaking *
Chef's Kiss *
Umm, that's not mine
Another Chance
Winter Walk
Putt Putt Golf
Training Insecurities
Meet my Family
Going Once, Going Twice *
That's a Big Oops - Part 1 *
That's a Big Oops - Part 2 *
What are Friends For
Panic Attack
Another Calendar Photo Shoot *
The List *
Are you Proposing to me - Part 1
Are you Proposing to me - Part 2
Are you Proposing to me - Part 3
Knifey Knightmare
Ice Skating Date
The Dentist Visit
The Tests *
The oId Barnes Charm *
A Party Connection *
The Escort
Weekend Getaway from Hell
The Incident *
Dancing Queen
Roomies *
Dammit Steve *
Biking Accident
The Veteran's Ball *
Close Call and Bad Puns
A New Piece of Jewellery
Pick You Up
Bad Day
The Wedding Party
Awkward Flirt
Three Little Words
Music to my Ears
Undercover Mission - Part 1 *
Undercover Mission - Part 2 *
'Fortune'ate Teller
That was Unexpected *
The Great Outdoors
What in Carnation?
Tattoo
Chili Cookoff
Calling in a Favour
Questions and Answers
Masquerade - Part 1
Masquerade - Part 2
Masquerade - Part 3
Anniversary Surprise
The Hotel Room *
A Bed Breaking Good Time *
TFAWS Bucky
Flower Shop *
Cowabunga Dude
I'm Just a Waitress
Bucky Bear
I Would Never *
Bucky A/U's
Too Rich for Me
Emergency Contact *
The Cleaning Lady - Part 1
The Cleaning Lady - Part 2
The Cleaning Lady - Part 3
The Cleaning Lady - Part 4
Farmers Market Meetup *
It's Your Turn
Pool Party *
The Ball *
Speed Dating *
You're With me Now *
Fire Station Meetup
Kiss Cam *
New Neighbour *
Nice Buns
Unnecessary Gifts
Snack Buddy *
IT Assistance - Part 1
IT Assistance - Part 2
Bakery Bliss
You're Mine *
He Never Deserved You *
Mr. Wolf - Part 1 *
Mr. Wolf - Part 2 *
Family Fun Skate Day *
SMUT List - 18+ readers for these ones please and thank you
To the Rescue
I Knee'd You
Rivals? *
Seasonal Stories đđâ¨đ
Be My Valentine
Oh Christmas Tree
Christmas Cookies
It's Christmas Mr. Barnes - Part 1 *
Merry Christmas Mr. Barnes - Part 2 *
Happy New Year Mr. Barnes - Part 3 *
A-Maze-ing Corn
Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Wizarding World P.2
James Potter
There's so much of him i had to make a whole post of him to be able to post it
Too Soon by @jackie5656
Triwizard Tournament by @patrophthia
Championship Cups by @perpetuallydaydreaming
Playing Pretend by @dilf-lover99
Castle on Fire by @anneisnothome
Thistle by @thyme-in-a-bubble
All of the Benefits by @astonishment
What Letters? by @patrophthia
Lover Four by @theemporium
Maybe it was Then by @unearth1y-chi1d
If I Kiss You, I'm Sorry by @astonishment
You're Losing Me by @astonishment
Your love is better than gold by @yrluvjane
the fake date plot by @sunflowertuliplily
Pool Boy by @kquil
rockstar!james x photographer!reader?? by @luveline
request by @theemporium
Walk You Home? by @astonishment
two ghosts by @bellatrixscurls
I want to be loved first by @livinginshambles
I needed to hear you say it by @livinginshambles
Letter from Professor!James to Professor!Reader by @ddejavvu
James and reader meet-cute but reader has a boyfriend by @ddejavvu
Time Warp by @astonishment
No Longer Yours by @singmyaubade
James Potter x slytherin!reader p.1 James Potter x slytherin!reader p.2 by @moonstruckme
she's all that by @unearth1y-chi1d
it will pass by @mischiefmoons
big beefy James who gets a little too drunk at a party by @inkdrinkerworld
Goodnight by @robynlilyblack
Something sweet by @robynlilyblack
a star between hands by @luveline
i'm not gonna be the one to get hurt by @cupidddd-d
where wolfstar set them up by @ladylokilaufeyson5
Bodyguard!James and crytalgirl!reader by @luveline
Invisible String by @lupinsera
mesmerized by @sp1rit-realm
making out with rockstar!james by @ddejavvu
All because of a silly little niffler, and a necklace by @slayingqueenchal
picnic by @morwap
kiss cam by @kquil
Maroon by @pretty-little-mind33
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Ewan Mitchellverse Masterlist
Series
Through One Thousand Worlds and Ten Thousand Lifetimes (Aemond Targaryen, Osferth, Tom Bennett, Billy Washington, Ettore x Reader) - Complete đâ¨
Doctors
Oneshots
Vacation - Genyen/Shawn x Reader
You meet a young monk on vacation.
Grantchester
Oneshots
Bend Or Break - Abraham x Reader (AHS Freakshow AU)
You're drawn to the mysterious new worker at the circus.
High Life
Ettore Masterlist
House Of The Dragon
Aemond Masterlist
The Halcyon
Oneshots
The Countess Who Loved Me - Billy Taylor x Vampire!Reader (AHS Hotel AU)
You check in at the Halcyon and a certain bell boy is completely enamored of you.
The Last Kingdom
Mini Series
The Holy Trinity (Osferth x Reader) - Modern AU, Complete â¨
Cardinal Sin (Osferth x Reader) - Modern AU - ONGOING đ
One Shots
A Friend In Need (Osferth x Reader x Sihtric Kjartansson)
When your best friends Osferth and Sihtric learn that your ex never made you come, they decide that it's time to give their friend a helping hand.
All The Gods, They Cannot Sever Us (Osferth x Uhtred's Daughter!Reader) đâ¨
You realize you love Osferth when it's almost too late.
Asylum - Osferth x Demon!Reader (AHS Asylum AU)
Osferth takes a job at Briarcliff Manor and meets you, a young woman allegedly possessed by a demon.
Causing Trouble Up In Hotel Rooms (Rocker!Osferth x Actress!Reader x Rocker!Sihtric Kjartansson) - Modern AU đ
Osferth and Sihtric are beyond excited when their favorite actress comes to one of their band's gigs.
Destiny Is All (Finan, Osferth, Sihtric, Uhtred x Witch!Reader)
As Bloodhair's seer, the idea of Uhtred and his men taking turns with you is oddly appealing.
Faint Hearts Never Won Fair Lady (Osferth x Princess Reader) đ
Osferth enters an archery tournament in the hopes of winning a kiss from his childhood sweetheart.
Just Like A Tattoo (Osferth x Reader) - Modern AU
Ever since you walked into Uhtred's Boys Tattoo & Piercing Parlor, Osferth has been, for lack of a better word, smitten.
Manners (Osferth x Princess!Reader) đâ¨
Osferth teaches the bratty princess he's protecting some manners.
Point of Impact (Osferth x Uhtred's Daughter!Reader) â¨
Osferth may be a virgin in that, but not for very long.
The Possession (Priest!Osferth x Reader) - Modern AU đ
Osferth exorcises the demon that plagues you.
Headcanons
Dating Modern Finan, Osferth, Sihtric, & Uhtred
Yandere Modern Finan, Osferth, Sihtric, & Uhtred
Trigger Point
Oneshots
Hi, I'm Billy. I'm Dead. Wanna Hook Up? - Ghost!Billy Washington x Reader (AHS Murder House AU)
When your parents move you halfway across the world during your senior year to fix their imploding marriage, you find comfort in an unlikely source.
World On Fire
Tom Bennett Masterlist
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Masterlist Aemond Targaryen đď¸ă°ď¸âŤ
Alert: Basically everything I write contains mature content, so proceed with caution. Which means if youâre minor this is definitely not for you, buddy đ
Series
Love and WarÂ
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3 (Final)
PossibilitiesÂ
Part 1
Part 2
In the middle of the storm Â
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
A Promise to youÂ
Part 1
Survivor
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8 (Final)
Between lions and snakes (AU Hogwarts)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4 (Final)
Cross Lines (AU Modern)
Part 1
Part 2

NSFW Alphabet
A - M
N - Z

One ShotsÂ
Second Chances Â
The bath đŚÂ Â
Hand Kink with Aemond Targaryen
Beg
After the end (AU Modern)
Sinner
Christmas Miracle âď¸âď¸Â (AU Modern)
Overstimulation
Between books and tattoos (AU Modern)
Punishment with Aemond Targaryen
Red moon (Vampire Aemond)
Headcanons to Aemond x Shy!Reader (College AU)
Over and over again
From ashes back to flames (AU rockstar Aemond)
Sit like a chair
Like a prey (AU Harry Potter)
Curiosity (AU Demon Aemond)

Imagine
Aemond looking at you like thatâŚ
Aemond with a wife who wants no childrenâŚ

Aemond x Reader x Daemon
Let It Burn (Preview)
Let it Burn đĽÂ Â

Aemond x Reader x Aegon
Unholy
Beyond reason (part 1)
Beyond reason (part 2)

Aegon Targaryen
Duty
Rainy days

#aemond targaryen#aemond x reader#aemond and reader smut#house of the dragon#masterlist#masterlisthotd
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last update: december 10th, 2022. no longer being updated since i reached tumblrâs limit for links per post.
000. AEMOND TARGARYEN MASTERLIST #2

ONE-SHOTS.
â not good enough ; nsfw.
#. you haven't consummated your marriage and your husband is the only one with an answer.
â unlucky faith ; angst.
#. did aemond targaryen ever love you?
â frustration ; hurt/comfort.
#. aemond had a terrible day and puts all his frustration on you.
â wonât let go ; hurt/comfort.
#. aemond is in pain and you want to help, but he doesn't want to scare you.
â heartbeat ; fluff.
#. aemond sees you playing around with one of helaenaâs children and doesnât hesitate to join.
â my king ; nsfw.
#. you ride aemond on the iron throne.
â into you ; hurt/comfort.
#. aemond comes to visit his sister at collage and youâre surprised to find out that heâs actually there for you.
â doomed love ; angst.
#. the love you feel for aemond is forbidden.
â you never really see me ; hurt/comfort.
#. aemond is jealous because you are spending too much time with aegon.
â just the two of us ; fluff.
#. you end up sharing the bed with aemond.
â donât tell nobody ; suggestive, angst.
#. you and aemond hate each other but he would do anything to protect you.
â stand by you
#. you've been betrothed since you were a child to prince aemond targaryen and this is the first time you're meeting him. however, you've always had his back.
â i wonât give up ; hurt/comfort.
#. aemond has a lot of insecurities and this time they end up being stronger than his love for you.
â what went wrong? ; angst.
#. when you left kingâs landing you and aemond promised to send each other letters but he didnât keep his promise. now you are back ready to find some answers, but aemond is no the same one he used to be and you might not like what he has to say.
CONCEPTS, BLURBS & DRABBLES.
PRINCE AEMOND
â getting flustered when you catch aemondâs gaze on you
â braiding aemond's hair
â aemond targaryen is shy around women
â aemond feeling jealous
â uncle!aemond who sacares all your posible suitors
â aemond targaryenâs love language is physical touch
â aemond never really cared about his nameday
â aemond whoâŚ
â aemond talking to vhagar about you
â aemond likes to hug you from behind
â aemondâs thoughts on being a father
â aemond would never hit a woman
â calling aemond pretty
â aemond being upset with you
â âi donât think i can be just friends with youâ
â aemond father-son relationship with ser criston cole
â making out with aemond in dark hallways
â aemond loves how shy you are around him
â fake-dating with aemond
â upholding the familyâs honor
â aemond targaryenâs love language is words of affirmation
â aemond is good at controlling himself
â hugging aemond
â praising aemond and making him feel better
â the first time aemond showed his affection for you
â aemond likes to leave hickeys on you
â aemond just wants to feel you
â âmaybe this is it, because i canât do this anymore!â
â mornings with aemond
â aemond targaryen is tall
â aemond takes care of you when youâre sick
â aemond loves your lips
â aemond who⌠pt2
â aemond likes to have his cock buried deep inside you
â âmy heart was made to be broken anywayâ
â aemond targaryen is touch starved
â aemond is there for you during a thunderstorm
â make-up sex with aemond
â aemond canât remember the moment he fell in love
â aemond loves going down on you
â the aftermath of a fight with aemond
â taking care of aemond after an exhausting day
â aemond has a nightmare
â aemond doesnât share his problems with anyone but you
â aemond doesnât give a shit about tourneys
â aemond will kill anyone who dares to put a hand on you
â aemond likes when you tell him how big he is
â the night aemond was taken away from you
â getting insecure at seeing aemond with another woman
â admiring and kissing aemond under the moonlight
â aemond teaches you high valyrian
â aemond is your best friend
â calling aemond âdaddyâ in bed + spit play and subspace
â aemond fucks you with his dagger
â skinny dipping with aemond
â aemond edges you and you squirt without his permission
â the first time aemond yelled at you
â aemond is tired and lets you do all the work
â âyou should be carrying my childâ
â aemond likes being the big spoon
â aemond wakes you up
â trying to bake with aemond
â aemondâs been busy and he finally has time for you
â aemond growing a beard
â aemond is jealous
MODERN!AEMOND
â cooking with modern!aemond
â modern!aemond is your neighbor
â modern!aemond cares for only one person
â modern!aemond likes to leave little notes for you
â modern!aemond and you under the mistletoe
â itâs hard for modern!aemond to be vulnerable
â watching horror movies with modern!aemond
â modern!aemond lovesâŚ
â modern!aemond and the first time you stay with him
â modern!aemond deeply in love with latina!reader
â modern!aemond likes his sistersâ roommate
â modern!aemond has a soft spot for you
â helping modern!aemond get through hard days
â modern!aemond would definitely stop smoking for you
â modern!aemond falling in love with you
MISCELLANEOUS.
â how modern!aemond would look like
â aemondâs personality
â aemond and trust / friendship
â aemond and alicent the night he lost his eye
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#aemond targaryen x reader#aemond targaryen imagine#prince aemond x reader#aemond x reader#aemond fic#aemond targaryen scenarios#aemond targaryen smut#aemond targaryen fluff#masterlist
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Masterlist of works
Daemon TargaryenÂ
Meeting Caraxes â Meeting Baby â He Knew Unwanted Attention Exhaustion â Part 2 A Maiden Winterâs Love * Danger in the Night * A Fatherâs Protection Love to a slave * The Morning After Songbird Belonging I Dream of You Another Heir The Stranger  Part 2 Ignored Hurt Sister Jealousy A Problem The Dressmaker * â Part 2 A state of Undress â Part 2 Protective A rewrite Iâm here Changes Part 2 Part 3 A new Dawn Savior A Tragedy Legacy Safety Proposal Declined and Made Accusations Secrets Playing Games Passion & Desire His Riding a dragon Long lost daughter Finally, a girl The Other Sister The Secret Daughter Adopted Obsessive Love found in such places Returning The Martell Girl CEO
Witch!Cousin Series MasterlistÂ
Secret Lovers - Cousin!Reader Part OneÂ
The Second Daughter Part One Part Two
All the Sons Masterlist
Childhood Friend The ProposalÂ
The New Heirs Chapter One Chapter Two
Claiming Whatâs His Chapter One
His Rose. His Mistress Masterlist
A Stagâs Love Chapter One The First Meeting
His Sister & His Mistress Chapter One Chapter Two
The Spare Chapter One Chapter Two
The Handâs Sister Chapter OneÂ
The Handmaiden Chapter One
Rhaenyra Targaryen x Reader
First times Learning PleasureÂ
The Maid The meeting
The Other Hightower MasterlistÂ
Viserys Targaryen x Reader
The Marriage  Part 2 The Labour  Arguments ââââââ Seduction Part 2 Part 3 ââââââ The Mistress Sweet SisterÂ
Aemond Targaryen x Reader
Moments in obsession  The Wedding Night The Reunion (Part 2) ~~ Dreams â Part 2 Obsessed Secret Daughterâs secret love Chess Player â Part 2 MILF Stopping the fight A Dragonâs Rose Protective All his Another way to rule A lifetime has passed His Eye Our Green Girl
Twin Flame
The Baratheon Girl MasterlistÂ
Aegon Targaryen x Reader
The Maid Obsessed Pure Love â Before King â After King Threesome with Aemond Gained a Wife Royal Mistress Innocence Mommy Kink Older & Wiser? â Part 2 His motherâs Maid His Brotherâs Girl A willing seduced King
Heleana TargaryenÂ
Showing her what she is missing â Part 2
Tywin LannisterÂ
Breeding Kink Afterwards The One That Got Away Twin Flames Making Up Protecting You Will Be Mine â Part 2
Cregan StarkÂ
A Dragon in Winter *
Criston Cole x Reader
Happier Endings Lies
Always second choice MasterlistÂ
Harwin Strong x Reader
As pretty as a flower Labour Watching Protector A Daughter Comfort Rumours Mine Now
Larys Strong x Reader
Insecurities The Truth Obsessive Part 2 Web of lies  â Part 2 â Part 3 â Part 4 His Strong Wife
Otto Hightower x Reader
The Wedding Crush Backup Plan HIS â Part 2 Overstimulation A Maiden Pleasure overflowing Too Much
Alicent Hightower x ReaderÂ
Moments Pleasure in the waterÂ
Corlys Velaryon x Reader
A New Wife â LabourÂ
Robert Baratheon x Reader
New Wife.New HeirsÂ
Front Pages for AUâs
Tragic Love Rise of DragonsÂ
KINKTOBERÂ
WorksÂ
Story snaps - Works Monthly Themes Kink Meme - 1K DrabblesÂ
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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TAG ME ON THE PART 4 I BEG OF YOU!!!!đđđ I LOVE THIS SERIES SO MUCH IT WONT MAKE ME SHUT UP AND SLEEP AT NIGHT
Repentance
Part 3 of âRetributionâ
warnings: smut, angst (again ofc) jealous! Aemond
a/n: Iâm sorry I havenât gotten around to answering everyone whoâs left me anon messages, I appreciate you all & your suggestions! (Newly edited) I added everyone I could to the taglist, Iâm so sorry if I missed you, I tried to add you but your usernames werenât working for some reason :(Â
(au purposes letâs 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 donât 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.
âFaster, my loveâ 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 feelsâ 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 anymoreâ 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 isnât Alys beneath him. He doesnât 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 wifeâs figure. Her cleavage that he would glance at briefly clear as day in his thoughts. He would never stare longer than he shouldâve, always turning a blind eye to such a desirable place out of respect for her.
He didnât 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 Alysâ moans and whimpers are emanating from your lips.
âI love youâ Alys cries out, hands grasping ahold of Aemondâs faceâ 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 againâ 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.
âMust you leave so soon?â 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.
âMy beloved, please answer meâ Alys pleads, eyes watching the silver haired man pace around infront of her as he collects his belongings.
âYou have had me for nearly a whole day, my love. Have you not grown sick of me yet?â Aemond chuckles, flashing her a grin that reassures her instantly. She had begun to worry she had completely lost him to you.
âNot when Iâm aware you return to her. Not when I know I wonât see you again until a few days timeâ She huffs, clearly frustrated with the situation they were in.
âWhat 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?â Aemondâs remark is dripping with sarcasmâ his tone causing her to scoff as she pulls her own nightgown on.
âI do not care for your tone, Aemondâ 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.
âIf 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 permanentlyâ 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.
âUtter those words again and I shall have you done for treason. You will not lay a finger on my wife, am I understood?â Aemond hisses as he turns to grasp her jaw tightly, her eyes widening at his sudden outburst. She nods immediately, pausing for a momentâ Aemond lets his hold on her linger before he releases.
âI need her alive and able in order to play the role my mother has bestowed upon meâ Aemond excuses, questioning his own reasons for why he reacted so strongly upon hearing about his wifeâs 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 himâ sighing in relief at his warmth.
âI just do not understand why we must be so far from each otherâ she has already given her permission for us to loveâ Alys murmurs into his shirt, looking up at Aemond who gives her a reassuring smile.
âShe 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 youâ Aemond sighs heavily, his mind flashing back to moments ago when it was plagued with the thought of his wife.
âI must goâ Aemond mutters before he places a soft kiss on Alysâ forehead. He felt his stomach tighten in knots at the thought of finally seeing his wifeâ you, waiting for him at Kingslanding. He felt as excited as a young child was for sweetsâ 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 dinnerâ 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 doesnât want to admit that he constantly observes the door, waiting for you to barge in at any moment nowâ 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.
âWhere is my wife?â Aemond questions the table, causing everyoneâs 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.
âYouâre unaware of your own wifeâs whereaboutsâ how sad is thatâ Aegon smirks, wiping away the excess wine around his mouth with his sleeve.
âBother someone else with your remarks, brother. I am not in the moodâ Aemond grunts, eye casting away from his brother to observe the others present in the room.
âWhether you believe me or not, I know of your wifeâs whereabouts. She and a certain visitor from the North are parading around flea bottom at this very momentâ Aegon says, lowering his voice as he informs his brother of his wifeâs secret.
Aemond has every right to accuse Aegon of lying, heâs Aegon for godâs 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 Keepâs grounds to explore.Â
She isnât yours. We had an agreement.
These thoughts play on Aemondâs 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 loveâ why should he feel the need to claim you as his too. He was being too greedy.Â
âCregan Starkâs son and her. They sneak back in through the west side of the garden, brotherâ Aegon mutters in his ear as he pushes out of his seat to stumble off, stopping briefly as he rests his hand against Aemondâs shoulder. At Aegonâs words, Aemond feels his strong feelings returnâ jealousy and anger over clouding his better judgement.Â
Dinner concludes and you still havenât arrived back from wherever you are, whether it be in flea bottom or dragon back, Aemond was determined to find out if Aegonâs 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. Heâs close to questioning his sanity as time passes, wondering if his brother fooled him yet again and was now laughing at Aemondâs stupidity for actually waiting for them to return.Â
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 wallâ ah thatâs how they sneak back in. A lump grows in Aemondâs throat as he observes how closely you are to the Stark boy, your arms linkedâ 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 youâve been doing all evening. You couldnât 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 lipsâ placing a gentle kiss on your skin.
âDeparting from you pains me greatlyâ The older boy jests, hand over his heart dramatically as he pretends to groan out in pain.
âYouâll see me tomorrow, you childâ You snort, another grin gracing your face as you watch the man infront of you laugh.
âAnd the day after that⌠and the day after thatâ and the dayâŚâ 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.
âI bid you goodnightâ 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 bedchamberâ a smile clear on your face as you try to contain yourself.
The Stark boy clouded your thoughts so much so you didnât 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 Lordâs son who had the privilege of your lips being on his skin. He decides against making any rash decisions and follows after you once thereâs some distance.
Youâre 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.
âAemond, what are you doing here at this hour?â 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 youâre holding so tightly against your body, his mind flooding of the indecent thoughts he had of you during his time with Alysâ his cock growing half hard as he views you now.
âCan a husband not wish to see his wife?â Aemond tuts, gaze finally leaving your body as he looks behind youâ 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 Aemondâs gut, the raging emotions of jealousy returning as he imagines you bedding anyone that wasnât 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.
âHow was your time with Alys?â 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 hadnât 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 didnât need to know that.
âIt was most enjoyable. Although I spent half the time in her bedâ 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 thatâ your cheeks warming at the thought of him in that way.
âThat is good newsâ 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 marriageâ 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.
âHow inconsiderate of me to not question you about your own night, beloved wifeâ Aemondâs tone is clear that he has underlying intentions with his question, Â intentions of interrogating you about your whereabouts.Â
âNo need to feel guilty. I spent my afternoon on dragon back, just catching the sunset on timeâ You lie, hoping he didnât 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.Â
âYou donât stink of dragon. The sun set hours agoâŚâ 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 asideâ you want to appear being busy so you donât break under his gaze.Â
âI am exhausted from the day. I have no time for your accusations, prince AemondââÂ
âMy prince or better yet dear husband. Either title is preferredâ Aemond cuts you off, standing from his seat he strides toward youâ hands moving to grasp your face in his palms. Youâre taken aback from his sudden gesture, confusion written on your face at his sudden outburst.
âI do not appreciate when you call me so formally. It is if I am a stranger to you. We are still married, you neednât forget thatâ 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 graspâ heâs 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.Â
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 âYou must leave nowâ 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 couldâve done differently.Â
He knows heâs upset you, having days pass with continuous silence from you, he canât help but let your cold behaviour toward him affect his daily duties. He hasnât visited Alys in over a weekâs time, even after promising he would take no longer than three days to revisit her, he postpones the tripâ prioritising you and salvaging whatâs left of this broken marriage.Â
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 heâs 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.Â
âYouâre yet to drink your tea, dear brother. Something the matter?â Aegonâs voice pulls Aemondâs gaze away from his wife and the boyâ 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 Aemondâs faceâ giving Aegon even more things to use against his brother.Â
âA mere Stark boy stealing a princeâs wife. Itâs a truly sad taleâ 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 â 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.Â
âI suggest you hold your tongueâ Aemond mutters, causing Aegon to let out a snort. Pushing back, Aemondâs gaze returns to your faceâ the sight of your smile easing him slightly. You never smile at him, hardly ever the last month thatâs passed. But he remembers when you used to, on your wedding day and the first few days that followed.
âYou and your tonguesâ Aegon tuts, referring to Aemondâs 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 tableâ 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.
âAnd what of your son Brandon?â Alicent questions Cregan, causing Aemondâs ears to perk up at the mentioning of the boy beneath the tree. So thatâs the Stark boyâs name.
âHe will return to Winterfell in a monthâs time. He wishes to stay longer, fascinated by your swordsmanship â he wishes to learn more of the sportâ Cregan hums, catching Aemondâs full attention as he sees an opportunity at hand.
âIf your son wishes to improve his swordsmanship, I shall tutor him. I best all the knights and swordsman in Kings landing, youâll find no better than meâ Aemond announces, the eyes around the table shifting to look at him. Alicent wears a look of confusion at her sonâs sudden proposal. She comes to realisation why he jumped at the opportunity when she glances at the two beneath the treeâ she tuts and turns away.
âHe would be honoured, my prince. We give thanks to youâ Cregan says, smiling at Aemond with appreciationâ unaware of the manâs true intentions. Aemond nods, turning to look at the boy he plan to soon rid of.
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a/n: sorry if thereâs any typosâ half of it is unedited :p
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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!!!đâ¤ď¸đŤśđź
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 happenedÂ
Word Count: 4748
Warnings: angst, aemond is a loud-mouthed assholeÂ
Description: Aemond is sure that you are enemies and stuck in a marriage of convenienceÂ
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THIS IS LITERALLY PERFECT
Why Didnât 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 heâs dared to call one of his exes, guess whoâs number he dialsâŚ
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 Jamesâ 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.
âAlright Prongs, youâre next.â 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.
âWhat does it say?â Alice asks impatiently.
âCall your ex and ask why it didn't work out and if theyâd ever consider giving it another chance.â James says before putting the card down.
Everyone hollers at the task before Marlene manages to calm them all down.
âGuys! Shut it! I wanna know who heâs gonna call.â She says before turning to James. âSo? Whoâs it gonna be?â
âIsnât it obvious?â Sirius asks, âItâs gotta be Evans.â
âNo-â Alice disagrees.
âWho else would it be?â Sirius asks.
Everyone argues back and forth while James sits quietly, wondering who to call. He knows who he wants to call, but he doesnât know if theyâd want to speak with him.
âThis could change everything,â Marlene says, ever the romantic, âThis could be your second chance, James. You should call the one you miss the most.â
âThe only one youâve ever really loved.â Dorcas agrees.
âThe one that got away.â Alice says softly, a knowing look in her eyes.
âSo, Evans.â Sirius repeats, causing everyone to either laugh or roll their eyes at him.
James doesnât 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 didnât think youâd 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 youâd 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.
âGuys heâs calling!â Marlene shouts excitedly.
âPut it on speaker!â Sirius demands, causing everyone to cheer in agreement.
James types the number and presses âcallâ, nervously bouncing his leg up and down.
âShe might not even answer.â he tells the group, though it sounds more like heâs trying to convince himself.
âWhat if this isnât even her number anymore? What if she somehow knows this is my number and lets it go to voicemail?â 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 wasnât calling Lily, then who?
The phone continues to ring, causing a pit to form in Jamesâ stomach. âI donât think sheâs gonna-â
âHello?â 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 âyou tooâ in return before a door opens and closes shut.
âHello?â The voice asks again. Remus reaches over and smacks James on the arm, snapping him out of his stupor.
âH-hi, hey!,â James stutters. âY/N?â he asks, causing his friends to look at each other in confusion. You and James dated for a few months at Hogwarts but they didnât 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.
ââŚyes?â you ask into the phone. Your voice comes off soft yet confused.
âHey,â he says again, and then rolls his eyes at himself, âItâs James.â he breathes out.
âWho?â you ask, causing his heart to drop. âWait, sorry, hold on really quick.â
Everyone hears you fumble with your phone for a bit before your voice rings out again, this time sounding louder than before.
âHello?â you ask again, checking if the sound is better.
âHi,â James answers, not knowing what else to say.
âOh, thatâs much better. Sorry about that,â you laugh softly, âWho is this?â you ask again.
âItâs JamesâŚâ he says with a grimace, half expecting you to hang up on him.
âJamesâŚâ you repeat, as if youâre in thought. âJames from Hogwarts?â
âYeahâŚâ James answers, looking at Remus who just shrugs his shoulders. James from Hogwarts, he thinks to himself, thatâs what she remembers me as?
âOh shit,â you curse, surprise evident in your voice, âI didnât recognize you. Your voice sounds so different on the phone.â
Everyone snickers at your comment.
âHowâd you get this number?â you ask and immediately, the laughter stops.
âI uhâŚI ran into your friend Charlotte like a week after we graduated and I asked her for it.â James says sheepishly. He hopes nobody comments on the fact that thatâs a long time to have someoneâs number and not call them.
âAnd she gave it to you?â
âWell I say âaskedâ but it was more like begging,â James admits, blushing as remembers following her around as she did her shopping, pleading with her to give him your number.
âHuh. So what do you want?â
âJust needed to ask you a question, love.â he tells you, the term of endearment slipping out without him even realizing.
âOkayâŚâ you trail off, unsure of whatâs to come.
âHow are you?â James finds himself asking instead.
âHow am I?â you repeat with an incredulous laugh. âYou called me to ask me how I am?â
âNo, sorry.â James shakes his head, even though you canât see it. âThatâs not the question. But I do want to know.â
âIâm fine.â you say simply.
âYeah?â James asks, a soft smile on his lips as he talks with you.
âYeah.â you confirm, wishing heâd just hurry up and get to the point already. âSoâŚâ
âWhy didnât it work out? Between us, I meanâŚâ James asks breathlessly, finally asking the question thatâs been plaguing his thoughts for the past two years.
âJames,â you sigh, âWhy are you asking this now?â
âI donât know,â James says honestly, ignoring the stares of his friends. âItâs 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 didnât. I was too scared. But I-I need to know what happened. Can you- from your perspective- can you tell me why we didnât work?â
âI donât know,â you sigh, âI just felt like you didnât love me.â
âWhat?â James asks, horrified. âWhy- how could you possibly think that?â
âCome on,â you scoff, âYou know-â
âNo, I donât,â James interrupts, shaking his head furiously. âI-I thought I was a good boyfriend. I thought-â
âYou were,â you coo, feeling the need to reassure him. âIt wasnât 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.â
âAnd your friends,â you sigh, causing them all to perk up at their mention. âThey 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.â
âThenâŚwhy?â James repeats, even more confused. If everything was as great as you said, why break up?
âIâŚIâm not an idiot, James. Even though we werenât 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.â
âIs it so hard to believe that I thought you were beautiful? That I enjoyed your company?â James asks.
âNo, but us crossing paths was a chance encounter.â you stress. âWe had been taking the same classes since first year, James. But it wasnât 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?â
âYou said you didnât want to cause any problems between me and Lily. But I told you there was nothing going on between us.â James tells you, growing frustrated.
âYes, but your actions told me otherwise. How many times did I see you playing with her hair, or whispering in her ear?â
âI was talking with her,â James defends.
âYou were flirting with her!â you correct. âYou were dating me and flirting with her. I donât know how you didnât realize it when everyone else in the bloody school did.â
âDo you have any idea what that was like?â you ask harshly. âHaving to hear day in and day out for months âoh, itâs just a ploy. Heâs doing it to get Evansâ attention, and I think itâs working. Itâs only a matter of time before one of them makes a moveââ
âAnd then I go to you, my boyfriend, for reassurance, and I donât get any. Instead, my feelings are brushed off and Iâm called, what was the word again? Oh, right, delusional. Yes, I loved you, but I couldnât do it anymore, James.â
âAnd anyway,â you huff, clearly worked up by this conversation, âThis was two years ago, I donât understand why youâre calling me now asking me why it didnât work out. If you were so bothered by the break up, why didnât you say anything?!â
âBecause I wanted you to be happy!â 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.
âI feel like we should give them some privacy,â Marlene whispers to the group.
âShh!â Sirius shushes her, waving her off.
âI loved you so much, I would have done anything for you to be happy. Thatâs why I let you go without putting up a fight. I was doing what you wanted.â James sighs dejectedly.
âWhat I wanted?â you repeat skeptically. âWhat 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 didnât do that!â
âInstead, you went running to Lily!â you laugh coldly, âJust like everyone knew you would!â
âThatâs not fair,â James says, sadly. âIf I had known that you-â
âThat I loved you? That I wanted to be with you?â you interrupt. âWhat? Would we still be together right now? Married, living in a nice little cottage, a couple of kids running around?â
Beep.
âY/N-â
âYouâre right,â you sigh, âIâm being too harsh. If you didnât know that, then clearly I wasnât the best girlfriend either.â
Beep.
âMerlinâs beard, what is that noise?â James asks exasperatedly.
âMy phone, letting me know the batteryâs about to die. Good timing, too.â you huff.
âYou were a bad boyfriend, and I was a bad girlfriend. Thatâs why it didnât work out between us. Letâs leave it at that.â you say quickly, rushing to finish the conversation before your phone dies.
âI hope everything works out between you and Lily. Or whoever youâre seeing now. Truly, I do. Take care, James. Do not call me again. I wonât answer.â
And with that the phone call ends. James stands there, in the middle of his living room, staring at the phone in his hand. Itâs silent for a few seconds before Dorcas awkwardly claps her hands, getting everyoneâs attention.
âAlright, whoâs next?â She asks, softly. The fun atmosphere ruined by the heaviness of the phone call.
âYou guys go ahead,â James says, making his way towards the door.
âMate, where are you going?â Remus asks, standing from his seat.
James freezes at the door and turns around, making his way back to the living room.
âItâs not over yet.â 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.
âStill gotta ask if sheâd consider giving us another chance.â he tells them before speaking into the receiver.
âHi, Charlotte? Itâs James! Yeah, James Potter. Listen, can you curse me out another time? I need Y/Nâs address. Why? Well apparently she broke up with me because she thought I didnât love her. And I didnât do anything to stop her because I thought she didnât love me. Yeahhh, so I need her address so I can tell her that that wasnât the case at all. Brilliant! Thanks, bye!â
Everyone stands in silence, unsure of what to do now.
âShould we keep playing?â Sirius asks.
âOr pack up and call it a night?â Remus adds.
They all stare at each other for a moment before Alice bolts from her seat and rushes to the door.
âIâm too invested in this! I need to know how it ends! James!â she calls, running down the steps, âWait for me!â
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 ]
Youâve just come out of the shower when thereâs 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, youâre scared itâll 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.
âI know you said you didnât want me to call you again-â
âSo you show up at my house unannounced?!â You shriek.
âAnd why are they here?â you ask, gesturing to his friends.
âThey followed me!â James shrugs helplessly.
âWhat are you even doing here?â you ask, rubbing your temples in an attempt to rid yourself of the headache you feel coming on.
âTo tell you, in person, that I did love you.â James says, releasing a shaky breath.
ââŚ.Alright. Thanks for stopping by.â You nod at him. You try to close the door, only for James to push it back open with his hand.
âNo, Y/N, listen to me. Iâm sorry for whatever I did that made you initially doubt my feelings for you. Iâm sorry I was a tosser that didnât listen to you when you tried to tell me what was bothering you.â James tells you sincerely.
âItâs okay,â you shrug.
âItâs not.â he says with a shake of his head. âI should've told you all this back then, and I donât know why I didnât. But Iâm telling you now. Yes, I fancied Lily for years but that stopped the moment I met you.â
You roll your eyes at that and James grabs your hands, squeezing them once before continuing.
âI donât 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. Iâd 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.â he says, which causes you to laugh and roll your eyes again, this time in affection.
âI didnât fight for you then, so Iâm fighting for you now. The truth is I liked Lily; but I only ever loved you.â
You widen your eyes and gasp at his confession. Somewhere on the sidewalk, someone, most likely Alice squeals.
âI 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 werenât a fan of the sport. I loved you when you hung out with my friends, even when I wasnât there and when you spent Christmas with me and my parents.â
You bring a hand up to wipe your eyes before placing it back in Jamesâ hold. You sniffle and grin at him, chin quivering as you do.
âI 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-â James admits, causing you to laugh.
âBut itâs true. Thatâs actually the reason we broke up.â he admits, âI couldnât be with her- or anyone for that matter- when my heart belonged to you.â
âI loved you then and I love you now.â James tells you, gazing lovingly into your eyes. âAnd I need to know if thereâs even the slightest possibility of you loving me too? I know I let you down last time. But-â
James doesnât 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.
âJames,â you call softly.
âHmm?â
âLook at me.â
âI canâtâ he tells you with a shake of his head, forehead still pressed against your own.
âWhy not?â
âBecause Iâm scared this isnât real. I donât want to open my eyes and realize it was just a dream.â
âDoes this feel real?â you ask, squeezing his hand with your own.
âYes.â
âWhat about this?â
Your other hand comes up to cup his cheek. James sighs at the warmth, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand.
âYes.â he nods, slightly.
âThen open your eyes, Jamie.â
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.
âI love you.â 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.
âI love youâ he whispers into your ear, causing you to smile.
Itâs 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.
âI guess I should invite you guys in?â you say, glancing at James briefly before turning towards the group again. âI can order some pizza and you guys can fill me in on what youâve all been up to.â
Alice is the first to run up your steps, shoving James to the side and pulling you into a tight hug.
âI missed you so much!â 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.
Youâre about to head inside when James pulls you back.
âWhat? What is it?â you ask, looking up at him worriedly.
âNothing,â he shakes his head, gazing at you with a soft smile. âJust wanted one last moment with you before we head in.â
You roll your eyes and grab his hand, pulling him behind you as you walk in.
âYouâre acting like youâre never gonna see me again.â
âAm I?â James asks.
âOnly for the rest of your life.â you tell him, pulling his face towards yours for another kiss.
âUm, enough of that!â Sirius calls out, âI believe we were promised pizza??â
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screaming without the SđŠđŠ
Freak
Pairing(s):Â Eddie Munson x F!Reader
Summary:Â 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:Â 1.1k
A/N:Â 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-pissedâs Vibes and Valentines challenge (months late, I know, âcause I suck) where my prompt was, âYou like it that much, huh?â, and thatâll 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 MASTERLISTÂ |Â STRANGER THINGS MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST
âJesussss fuck,â Eddie lets out, low and breathy as he watches you take him all the way in your mouth. Youâre 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 youâre not gagging on his cock. He grabs himself at his base with one hand before pulling back, and you release him with a soft âpopâ. âLook at me, honey â good girl â let me see ââ
You already know what he wants. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, keeping your lust-filled gaze on him.
âFuck, youâre so perfect,â 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. âYou like it that much, huh? Jesus.âÂ
He seems enamored with you, almost, like he canât believe this is real life even though youâve sucked him off plenty. You nod eagerly in response and smile with your eyes, your mouth still open and waiting for him.Â
âShit, alright. God, youâre so good, baby,â 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. âSo, so good. âCourse Iâm gonna give you whatever you want when you look at me like that. Shit, are those tears, sweetheart?â
You nod around his dick, and youâve got about 30 seconds left in you before youâre gonna need some air. You can feel the first few tears running down your face, and you know all too well what itâs going to do to him.
âFuckinâ crying âcause you love my cock so much? Jesus â fuck.â
You take a deep breath through your nose when he finally pulls back, because you know whatâs coming.Â
âIâm gonna wreck that pretty little throat of yours. Would you like that, princess?â
You nod. Fucking please.
He smirks, grabbing a fistful of your hair, and then heâs thrusting into your mouth with abandon. The room sounds like the audio to one of Eddieâs porn movies â the ones that Steve sneaks him sometimes â gagging and panting and a dirty fucking half-choke, half-gargle coming from you every time he hits the back of your throat. Your mascaraâs running, and you feel like youâre on a different fucking planet when he fucks you like this. Spitâs dripping down your chin, onto your skirt, and your arousal is definitely creating a wet spot on the floor where youâre sat.Â
âJesus. Fucking. Christ.â He accentuates the Lordâs 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 whatâs 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 heâs pulling your head up off the mattress as he resumes fucking you.Â
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.Â
âOh, youâre gonna be the fuckinâ death of me. Fuck,â 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.Â
âSo fuckinâ greedy, baby. Need all your holes fuckinâ filled to shut you up, hm?â He takes his hand out of your hair and moves it down to your ass, his thumb dangerously close to your hole. âIs that what you want?â he continues. âBe fuckinâ plugged up?â
You nod frantically, managing a desperate, âmhm!â 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.Â
âRight there?â he teases, and you could start crying again with need.Â
You manage something that sounds like a âpleaseâ, and itâs good enough for him. He resumes his brutal pace as he sticks his thumb in, and itâs just to the first knuckle, but itâs enough to send you into a near-delirious state.Â
âGood girl,â Eddie praises, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. âSo fuckinâ good at being so fuckinâ dirty.â
You let out a noise somewhere between a moan and a whine, and he sinks his thumb all the way in in response.Â
âThat what you wanted? Jesus, you drive me crazy with your fuckinâ whining. Shit,â he speeds up his thrusts. âI give you everything you want and you still fuckinâ whine, you notice that?â
ââm sorry!â you manage to cry out, full on sobbing now as his cock hits your sweet spot with every thrust; moments away from your release.Â
âNo, itâs alright, princess. Just canât get enough of me, can you?â
You shake your head, almost violently, accidentally ejecting his fingers from your mouth.Â
âPlease, please, please, please,â you chant through more sobs.
âPlease what, baby? Tell me what you want,â he pants. His thrusts grow faster and sloppier, and you know heâs close, too.Â
âPlease, can I come!? Eddie, please, let me ââ
âOh, fuck. You can come, sweetheart ââ
Youâre pretty sure the scream you let out echoes through the whole trailer park as your orgasm hits you like a fucking tidal wave.Â
âFuck, oh my God â shit, youâre too perfect, I can fuckinâ feel you â ohhh, fuuuuck.â
Youâre not even halfway through riding out your high before you feel Eddie filling you up, and you wish you could bottle up the sounds heâs making and keep them forever.Â
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, âI mean it. Youâre gonna be the death of me.âÂ
You giggle sleepily, slowly coming out of your daze. âHey, itâs not the worst way to go.âÂ
He chuckles, and you feel his chest vibrate against your bare back. âWell,â he places a kiss on your temple, âcanât argue with that⌠You okay?â he asks, taking in your mascara-stained cheeks and the fucked-out look on your face.
âMhm,â you reply dreamily. âThink I want ice cream. Throatâs sore⌠jawâs sore.â
âIâm so sorry, sweetheart. You need to tell me if Iâm being too ââ
âI will, Eds,â you interrupt, before he can start feeling guilty, âBut I like the ache, I promise.â
He huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head before kissing your temple again. âYouâre such a freak.â
You smile. âAnd you love it.â
He nods. âAnd I love it.â
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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 - đ˝
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 đ˝
not my type by @sirisuorionblack
favour by @clairecrive
lying by @heatherrthorn đ˝
second chance by @heloisedaphnebrightmore đ˝
just let me in, you're my clusterfuck of human by @jamesdeerest đ˝
heated by @hufflebuns đ˝
following all by @v1oletvenus
almost, not quite đ˝
boyfriend swap
only yours đ˝
the stars in our eyes đ˝
following all by @robynlilyblack
smart cookie
i do care đ˝
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remus lupin:
i love you, but i'm scared by @unfortunatelysirius
sugar and spice and everything nice by @writesowhatnext đ˝
"especially with them" by @pinkandblueblurbs đ˝
flower by @futurewriter2000 đ˝
through art by @ddejavvu
"i'm not very good at flirting, am i?" by @hello-everyfandom đ˝
bravest person you knew by @finnwrld
following all by @hufflepuffsthunderdome
hopelessly devoted to you
baker girl đ˝
following all my @spxllcxstxr
always with me
cold to cozyđ˝
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james potter:
pinky promises series by @pmparker đ˝
restless by @evergreenghost
you're insufferable by @sadboi-writer
slut and the falcon by @leahsficemporium đ˝
what great men say by @quillsanddaydreams
i do by @rosaline-black đ˝
and it all comes crashing down by @jamesdeerest
the one for me by @robynlilyblack
following all by @imaginesfordifferentfandoms
idiot đ˝
sucker for you đ˝
following all by @wrathspoet
comfort person đ˝
fake it till you fall in love
flirty friends (or more) đ˝
invading my senses đ˝
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wolfstar:
truth or dare by @sirisuorionblack
proposition (x reader fic) by @slytherweasley
the incident, part 2 by @crownedwriting đ˝
following all by @marauders-venting
flowers and first dates đ˝
i love you đ˝
worth the wait đ˝
until the very end
one bed by design đ˝
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flowerpott:
"you called me lily" by @wolfstar-lbđ˝
gay secrets and fabulous hair by @marauders-venting đ˝
halloween, 1981 by @marauders-venting
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poly!maruaders:
a day on the ice by @pregnant-piggy đ˝
you wanna hold my hand, too? by @randomoutsiders
baby by @slut-4-rafe
following all by @seriouslysnape
a little sensitivity đ˝
fighting words
damaged prideđ˝
untrusted intuition đ˝
miscommunication, part 2 đ˝
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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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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
âOi, Prongs!â Sirius calls, rushing down the stairs after the boy, leaving Remus to finish getting ready in the dorm alone.
âYeah?â The bespectacled male slows his descent, allowing Sirius to catch up. When he does, he leans in close, a grin on his face.
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#poly marauders x reader#marauders x reader#marauders imagine#sirius black#remus lupin#james potter#A bit smut#fluffy marauders
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FUCK IM OBSESSED GIVE ME PART THREE KM NEVER MOVING ON FROM THIS!đâ¤ď¸
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 didnât deserve it, he knew that.
James pushed his hair off his forehead, âI donât,â He opened his hands, finally raising his head to meet Siriusâ eyes, âI donât know what you want me to say to you.â
Sirius wet his lips, shifting in his seat, âIâŚOkay. I know.â
James let out a breath, âSirius. WhyâŚWhatââ
Sirius just shook his head, dropping it into his hands, âI donât have a reasââ
âWell you better fucking think of one.â James pressed his lips together cutting himself off.
Sirius stared at the ground through his fingers, âI knew you were angry.â
âIâm notââ Jamesâ voice was raised and he stood up, trying to reign it in, âMerlin. Iâm not angry, I justâwhat the fuck. I never would have thought. You. You and Remus areââ James sat back down, âI just donât understand. Merlin, Sirius, I donât understand. At all.â
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.
âHow long?â
Sirius looked up, suddenly feeling bone tired, âIt was the only time.â
James just looked at him.
âYou donât believe me?â
âExcuse me if Iâm feeling a little mistrusting right now.â 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, âWhereâŚWhere isââ
âWith Lily. âm not telling you where.â
Sirius bit at his lip, weighing his words, âJames, heâhe let meâŚhold him, for a second, afterââ
âYeah, well, he loves you. Sirius.â Jamesâ eyes were hard, âHe loves you but that doesnât mean heâs not fucking hurt.â
Sirius felt desperation creeping into the edges of his voice, âBut if I could just talk to himââ
âAnd say what?â James sat forward, elbows on his knees, âAnd say what? Tell me.â
Sirius opened his mouth, wordless.
âAll the good reasoning youâve been able to tell me?â James looked at his best friend, his brother, and wanted nothing more than to comfort him. But he couldnât. He wanted to tell him it was okay, but it wasnât. âPadfoot, you donât have a reason. You donât have a fucking reason, and he doesnât want to hear that. You did it because, I donât know, the moon is in a week and Remus gets tired and you wanted something.â
âIâm not that sort of person.â Siriusâ voice cracked, âIâm not like that. I made a fuckingââ Siriusâ throat was almost too tight to get the words out and he press a hand around it, âI made the biggest mistake of my life.â
James was silent for a few beats, leaning back against the chair again, looking exhausted, âWell. Itâs good to hear that you know that.â Sirius stared at the ground, watching his tears fall into the maroon fibers of the carpet, as James pushed on, âPadsâŚâ He leaned in, âI believe you. Iâm not going to excuse you. This is fuckingâŚâ He shook his head, âBut I know you. Thereâs no way I donât know you, and you arenâtâŚthis. I just. I donât understand. Remus doesnât understand. I donât think even you understand. Why, I mean. Why youââ
âI know.â Sirius voice was shot, like heâd been yelling. He glanced up at James, âI donât. I canât tell you because I donât know.â
James sighed, âOkay.â There were a few beats of silence, âOkay.â He pushed off his knees, rising to his feet and slinging his bag around his shoulders, âIâve Charms now. Are you coming?â
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 Siriusâ 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 couldnât 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 didnât look up when the portrait hole clicked open, hadnât been looking up for the last hour. He didnât 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 couldnât move either. They stared at each other, fire crackling in the silence. Sirius watched Remusâ 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, âIââ He took a step back as Remus shied away, âI wonât say your name.â Remus looked away from him, jawline sharp, hiding most of his face. Siriusâ heart contracted, âI wonât even, I wonât even talk if you donât want me to.â Sirius waited a beat and when Remus still didnât look at him he relented, shoulders sagging, âYou can have the common room. Or if you want the dorm⌠Iâll leave, just say so.â
Sirius could see the muscles working in Remusâ 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 andâ
âYou said you would leave.â
Sirius blinked, jarred by the flatness of Remusâ voice. It wasnât shaking like the last time he had heard it. It wasnât anything. He was a bulletproof window next to Siriusâ 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 didnât deserve to cry, but the tears came anyway.
~
Three weeks later â¨~
James sat across from Remus in the Great Hall. Heâd had a piece of sausage on his fork for the last five minutes, which was now cold. His eyes were fixed on Remusâ plate, which was still mostly full, and flicked every once and a while to his face.
âStill not feeling hungry?â James said quietly.
Remus glanced up at him, then back down at his cold breakfast, âNot really.â The truth was he wasnât 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 Siriusâ 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 âheavy heart.â 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.
âMoony, you need to eat something. You lookâŚthin.â James sighed, putting his still sausaged-fork down. He leaned forward, voice lowering more, âThe moon is in two days. You need to eat.â
âI do.â Remus stabbed at his ham, shoving some into his mouth, âIt just takes a while. It tastes likeâŚâ dust. âIâm eating, okay?â
Jamesâ 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 didnât bother to shoulder his bag, just stuffed it under his arm.
âSee you in Potions.â He mumbled, and didnât 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 Siriusâ slow breathing from one bed over. He had known he wasnât 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 couldnât 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.
â¨~
Sirius sat down at the long table, knowing he was taking Remusâ 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, âWhat do I do, James?â
James looked back to the Daily Prophet in front of him, âYou eat your breakfast.â
âWhat do I do, James?â
James dropped his fork on his plate with a rattle, âSirius, Iâm sorry but for once in our life Iâm not plotting this one out with you, Iâm not helping you, I donât know how to help you.â
Siriusâ 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, âYou wait it out, I guess. I donât know for how long. I donât know if your evenâŚâ another sigh, âwaiting for anythingââ
âDonât say that.â
âItâs a possibility, Pads.â Their eyes met, Jamesâ sad, âIâm sorry, butâŚâ
âI know.â Sirius looked away, picking up a piece of toast with no desire to eat it, âI know.â
~
Remus set his books down next to Lilyâs, sliding into the empty stool at their potions table.
Lily smiled at him, âI got the best lacewing flies.â She shook the small jar at him, âThey arenât all crumbly.â
Remus shot her a smile back, trying to keep it on his face, âMaybe our potion will actually work this time. What are we making today?â
âWeâre makingâŚâ Lily leaned forward over her book, hair falling around her face.
âAmortentia.â 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 Remusâ day that he couldnât do anything about. Slughorn assigned seats. Remus started pulling his books out, head down.
âRight.â Lily said, clearing her throat and flipping her hair out of her eyes. She and James shared a look, sad and nervous, âThanks, Sirius.â
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 Remusâ 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 didnât help when the potion was more the half finished, and it started to work.
âNow class,â Slughorn was picking his way slowly around the tables, taking peaks into cauldrons as he spoke, âYou all should be nearly there by now. I do think youâll know when it works. I certainly do.â He grinned impishly, âIf you recognize your scent then, well, good for you. If you donât then I suppose you have something to look forward to!â
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 Siriusâ clothes.
Remus wanted to stop stirring. He wanted to lean away but he couldnât. 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 Remusâ
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.
âRemusâŚâ Lilyâs 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.
âIââ Remus swallowed over a dry throat, âNot feeling good.â 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 Siriusâ 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.
âThoseâŚwool jumpers.â He began. Remus closed his eyes at Siriusâ voice, soft and fragile, âThat you wear.â Remus heard him swallow, âSomething else too. I⌠I donât know what it is, really. Think it might be ink. Sort of, thick.â His took a breath, âDunno.â 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. âChocolate, of course.â He let out a watery laugh that was more tears than mirth, âCouldnât not have chocolate in there. And grass. Grass in the morning. âs 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 donât care becauseâbecause the sun is coming up and youâre alright.â Sirius voice was thick, breaking, âYouâre fine and thatâs all I care about.â
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.
Siriusâ breathing hitched and Remus heard him murmur a curse and wipe at his cheek, âAnd now you arenât. You arenât fine and itâs all my fucking fault, isnât it?â His voice had dropped to a whisper, like he couldnât get the words out. âGodââ He was silent for a moment, âYou have to know. Remusââ 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 didnât look at him yet. He was crying, eyes downcast, brows drawn together, âRemus, it was all you in there. It was your clothes, and your mannerisms, and your favorite foods, and your skin, it wasâŚâ Sirius shook his head, eyes closing briefly as he leant his head against the stone, âAnd itâs never going to be any different.â His words came out rushed, in one breathe, like he was having trouble breathing through them, âNo matter how foolish I am.â He blinked and tears fell, âAnd that isnât to say Iâm allowed to be foolish. I madeâŚâ He shook his head again, âIt doesnât matter what excuse I give, there is none. I have none. I can tell you how sorry and stupid I am. AndâŚI am. Iâm sorry. Iâve never felt more sorry. ButâŚIâEven if you never speak to me again, you have to know. Itâs just you.â
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.
âAnd I wonât try toâŚwin you. Back, I mean. This isnât, god, some stupid plot, or game. This is us. And I just,â Sirius looked up, Remus saw him look up, could feel his gaze on him, burning, âI  canât believe how horrible Iâve been.â
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. âIâm sorry.â 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 Siriusâ 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 wasnât always the case. He was tired, bone tired, but he found more comfort in letting himself melt into Siriusâ firm chest and arms than actual sleep. He remembers the sun on his face and how, every once and a while, heâd 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 Siriusâ bed, the bed heâd 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. Siriusâ 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.
âI know that you love me.â
Siriusâ eyes shot open at Remusâ 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, âI never needed you to prove that you love me. All weâve been throughâŚAll youâve done. All this time, these moments.â Remus shook his head, âHow could you not?â
Siriusâ heart pounded against his ribs. He couldnât read Remusâ 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.
âAnd you know that I love you. At least I hope you do,â tears crept into Remusâ voice, âI donât know, you ignored that fact a little, didnât you?â
Sirius pressed his lips together.
âBut I do. I still do.â Remus looked down, lips barely moving, âmore than anything.â
Siriusâ hand moved of its own accord, reaching for Remusâ 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.
âThis isnât it.â Remusâ jaw was clenched and he was holding onto Siriusâ hand tightly.
âI know.â Sirius whispered.
Remusâ voice matched his, âIâm going to need time.â
Sirius nodded, âI know.â
Remusâ face cracked further, eyes like glass, âI never thought youâd do this.â
Sirius pressed his other hand to their fingers, capturing Remusâ between his own, âIâll never again.â Sirius pressed their hands to his chest, âThose arenât just words, Remus. I will never again.â
Remus could feel Siriusâ heart hammering, drumming against his fingers. It was what he had longed for. His voice shook, âIâm so angry at you. Iâm so hurt. I still want to sit with Lily.â
Sirius nodded.
âButâŚDinner. Tonight.â Remus blinked down at Sirius, âI wonât leave. SiriusâŚâ
Sirius just squeezed their hands.
Remus bit his lip, looking away down the corridor, âI donât know if this will work. But I want to try. Because I love you, I want to try.â
Sirius was silent for a moment until Remus looked at him again.
âOkay.â Sirius let out a breath, âAnd, because I love youâŚRemus, if this doesnât work, then it doesnât. And IâllâŚâ Sirius couldnât bring himself to finish. And Iâll 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.
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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 youâd 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 wasnât unusual to be saying goodbye to the girls for the night, and it wasnât unusual for you to be running late - you were always running late. Your mind couldnât help but wander to the wolf waiting for you in the dorm, you guys hadnât been dating long, only a month or so, but youâd been friends for years. Since third year to be exact, youâd 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.
âI canât believe sheâs running late again,â James said laughing
You didnât mean to eavesdrop
âI can, sheâs always late and honestly Iâm kind of glad sheâs not here right nowâ
âRemus, donât say that,â Sirius whispered.
The werewolf chuckled at that a little before speaking up once again, âWhy not Sirius? Sheâs always here, sheâs always around me and itâs unbearable.â
âYou donât mean that,â a voice squeaked. You almost missed it, with it being that quiet
âYes 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 thereâs be some peace and quiet once and a whileâ
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, âHey, why are you back? Did you forget your toothbrush again? I keep telling you to leave one there.â
You giggled slightly at that
âNo Lils, just not feeling great,â You murmured as you laid on your bed, still not made from that morning, âI think itâs that time of the month.â
âAh, do you need me to take you to Pomfrey, for pain potions?â
âIâll be okay Lils,â you said drifting off to sleep.
ââââââ-
The next morning you laid in bed until 11, telling the girls some lie about having cramps but then Lily said if you didnât get up sheâd 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 didnât want to go to library, heâd be there, and you didnât want to go to the common room, heâd be there. He was everywhere, so youâre 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.
ââââââ-
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 couldâ 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.
ââââââ
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 youâre not going⌠again.
âJames?â
âYeah mate?â
âHave you seen Y/N?â Remus whispered.
âNot today, Lily said she has mad cramps this month, had to drag her out of bed the other day, she probably just doesnât feel that well,â he shrugged
Sirius immediately sat up in his bed, âDude, you told us last week she was unbearable, you must be thrilled that she hasnât shown up for two weeks,â he said walking towards him and flopping on Remusâ bed.
âEveryone knows I get a little grouchy before the full moon, I didnât mean thatâ
Everyone stay silent at that
âWhat?â
James was the one to break the silence, âYeah you can be a little grumpy sometimes dude but what you said was out of line, Y/N wasnât even here and I felt sad for her. You should be glad she wasnât here, otherwise I donât think youâd have a girlfriend anymoreâ
More silence followed after that.
ââââââââ
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.
âHiâ
âHi, umm hey, I can go if you want me to,â you say getting up and moving towards to door
He grabs your wrist, âStayâ
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.
âDid I do something?â
âNoâ I whisper.
âIs because Iâm 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 Iâm hideous and ugly and Iâd understand if youâd hate me because Iâm a werewolfâ
âRemus, youâre the most beautiful person I know. But donât tell Sirius I said that pleaseâ you say chuckling slightly.
âWhy havenât I seen you this week?â He breathes, âWhy didnât you come to the dorm?â
âCramps, they were really bad this monthâ
âDonât lie to me darlingâ
âRemus-â you start
âWhy do you keep calling me Remus, you always call me Moony or Moons or love but never Remus?â
âIâve just been busy re- Moonyâ You correct.
âPlease donât lie to meâ
Looking down at your feet you know you need to tell him you heard
âIâm trying to learn to pay more attention to when people need space and pay a little less attention to stupid prank plansâ
âWhat do you mean darling? Who needs space?â
You chuckle softly, picking at the skin around my nails, âI didnât want to be unbearably clingy anymoreâ
âWhat? Youâre not clingyâ
âYes Remus, I must beâ
You could almost see the cogs whirring in his head, confusion twisting to realisation very swiftly,
âBabyâŚâ
âItâs okay, I understand. I can be a bit unbearable sometimes, Iâm working on it, thatâs why I didnât turn up, thought youâd appreciate a boys nightâ you smiled slightly
âDarling,â he says grabbing my chin making me look at him, âThe only thing I want right now is for my gorgeous girlfriend to come with me to my dorm, which Iâve 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?â
You couldnât help the smile growing on your face.
Wiping your tears, you hold out your pinky, âPinky promise me, pinky promise me Iâm not unbearableâ
Our pinkyâs locked
âI pinky promiseâ
âCan I have a kiss Moons?â
You didnât get an answer, his lips instead finding yours, kissing you with such passion youâd think he hadnât 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.
âGoodnight darlingâ he says, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
âNight loveâ
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james potter
sirius blackÂ
remus lupin
poly!marauders
regulus black
peter parker
spencer reid
aaron hotchner
eddie munson
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đđŤđđ˘đĽđđŤ đŠđđŤđ¤ đđđđ˛đđ¨đĽđĽ || wayne munson x reader
đŹđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛ || 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)
đ°đ¨đŤđ đđ¨đŽđ§đ || 6.6k
đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ || 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 Eddieâs trailer too early and ended up having to make smalltalk with Wayne.
âSo⌠howâs school?â he asked, standing by the kitchen counter as he nursed his beer.
âGood, good,â you nodded, chewing your lip. âIâm on track to graduate this year and everything.â
âThatâs great,â he smiled politely, crinkles around his eyes becoming more pronounced. A longer silence followed before he cleared his throat. âUh, you and Eddieâve been goinâ out a while, huh?â
âJust four months,â you shrugged, âif you think of that as a long time.â
âFor a coupleâa kids, sure.â
âWeâre not kids,â you denied, âI mean⌠I know weâre not really grown, butââ
âNo, youâre right,â he reneged, âsometimes I forget how grown up you really are.â
You smiled slightly, twisting your sneaker on the carpet for a second.
âI mean, five minutes ago Eddie was just this punk kid who showed up at my doorstep,â Wayne recalled, âand now here he is bringing home his girlfriend. Never thought Iâd see the day.â
You giggled a bit; âYouâre not the only one,â you offered him with a smirk.
âCouldnât believe my eyes when I first met you, honestlyâ cute, sweet girl like you? With a boy like him?â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â you frowned. âEddieâs sweet and funny andââ
âNo, no, heâs a good boy,â Wayne corrected himself, âbut heâs just thatâ a boy. You could have anybody you wanted in this town. And I just⌠didnât expect him to be your first choice.â
You glanced down, not sure if you should just accept the compliment and move on, or question his logic further. âI-I dunno about that,â you offered shyly.
âI do,â he hummed, stepping closer to you. âDoes he not tell you? Honey, youâre perfect.â
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.
âWell, um⌠thanks,â you mumbled, still looking away.
âHeâs a lucky guy,â Wayne decided, âthat heâs got you all to himself. Hope he knows what heâs got.â
You nodded, clutching your arms over your chest which warmed with memories of Eddieâs effusiveness; apparently the Munson family thought you were pretty special, even if you didnât always feel that way.
âI would say that I hope he treats you right,â he continued, setting down his glass bottle with a quiet clink, âbut⌠I know he doesnât.â
You glanced up at him with wide eyes. Did he know something you didnât? âWh-what does that mean?â you asked worriedly, and he stepped closer againâ looking down at you with a dark stare.
âI can hear you,â he whispered, âwhen youâre in the bedroomââ
He wagged his finger over your shoulder, towards the trailerâs bedroom where you and Eddie spent some nights together; your breath caught.
ââ thinkinâ youâre being all sneaky, like I wonât hear you. But I do, and yâknow somethinâ? I can tell heâs not pleasinâ you right.â
You stepped back, and he stepped forward, and in a second he had you pinned against the kitchen wall. âI-Iâm sorry,â you began, but he wasnât finished talking yet.
âYou make such cute little sounds,â he grinned, âbut a real man should make you scream. Sâthat what you need, little girl?â
âI⌠I donâtâŚâ you stammered, feeling so girlish and dumb in that moment as you failed to think of anything useful to say.
âDoes he give you what you need? Just tell me,â he pleaded, voice softening. âYes or noâ are you satisfied by him?â
Hesitating, you eventually shook your headâ 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.
âDidnât think so,â Wayne chuckled with a tilted smileâ it reminded you of Eddieâs, 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.
âTell me to stop,â he purred as his lips traveled more confidently over your neck. âTell me you canât, âcause youâve got your little boyfriend to stay faithful to. Tell me itâs wrong. Tell me you should stick to boys your age.â
You opened your mouth, imagining saying everything he had, but only a whimpering moan fell out from your traitorous, gloss-stained lips.
âCâmon, babydoll, just tell me stop if you donât want it,â he offered again, a rough hand moving higher and higher up your thigh until his fingers tickled under your dress.
âDonât stop,â 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. âLookit you,â he chuckled proudly, âlittle buttonâs all firm for me.â
The dull edge of his fingernail scratched lightly through the cotton, making you jolt and curl your toes inside your sneakers. âF-fuck,â 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. âMm, this cute little ass,â he growled, âyouâre always showinâ it off with those skirts and short-shorts. Shoulda known not to tease me like that.â
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.
âYou like it rough, huh?â he noticed with a proud tint to his voice. "Innocent-lookinâ ones always do. Fuck, youâre just too sweet, babydollâŚâ
You gasped when he dropped to his knees, reaching up under your dress to pull your panties down to your ankles.
âYâsweet everywhere, honey?â he asked with a smug grin.
Your head fell back against the wall with a bang the second Wayneâs 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 didnât 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 youâ which shouldâve been too scratchy but it felt fucking perfect.
âOh my god,â you panted, âohâ fuck, I neverâ oh!â
âYânever whatâ never got your pussy ate?â he realized, biting down on your thigh for a moment. âNow thatâs just a fuckinâ waste.â
âE-Eddie tried,â you explained, âonce⌠but it wasnâtâ it didnât feel like thisâŚâ
ââCause he doesnât know what the fuck heâs doinâ,â Wayne explained before diving back in and making your knees nearly buckle with the way he circled his tongue around your clit. You didnât remember being this sensitiveâ 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 youâd confessed just once to a close friend only to get thoroughly judged, and you never told anyone again. But Wayne saw right through you.
âYouâve thought about this before, havenât you?â he grinned up at you, making it clear in the way he asked his question that he already knew the answer.
âIâm more than twice your age, sweetie,â he reminded you, âyou shouldnât be thinking about things like thatâŚâ
In a specific way, you always thought Wayne was attractiveâ not exactly a pretty man, but rough in all the right ways. Though you never thought youâd 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 werenât thinking about anything.
âActually,â he mumbled against your skin, âIâm more than three times your ageâŚâ
You couldnât believe he had the wherewithal to multiply in his head right now.
âOld enough to be your daddy,â he chuckled, and you whimpered.
âM-my dadâs not even forty,â you corrected thinly.
âThen I guess Iâm nearly old enough to be your grandaddy,â he added with a laugh.
âOh god,â you choked, âdonât say thatâŚâ
âWhy shouldnât I?â he grinned. âMakes your little pussy clench.â
He emphasized his point by tickling your opening with the tip of his finger, and you shivered. Â
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.
âF-fuck, why you gotta tease me so much?â you breathed. âIf you know how bad I need it, you should just give it to me.â
He suddenly pulled away, standing up and making you feel terribly small as he stared down at you. âGive you what, sweetheart?â he asked darkly. You swallowed, melting into the heat of his body pressed against yoursâ 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.
âUmâŚâ you stalled.
âWhat do you need?â he asked again, tilting your chin with his fingers curled under it until you were blinking up at him dreamily.
âYou,â you answered in a whisper, âneed you⌠Daddy.â
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 heâd done to youâ 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 closerâ 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 tastedâ 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.
âNaughty girl,â he groaned as you rocked your hips on him instinctively, âwanna be fucked already? I was just gonna play witâya, but you need more, hm?â
âYes,â you panted.
âNeed to be fucked hard and deep by a real grown-up?â he continued.
âPlease,â you whined, gathering his checkered shirt into your weak fists.
âNeed to be fucked raw?â
You choked, words failing you, and yet your hands were already at his belt. Â
âMm,â he hummed as he watched proudly, âso fuckinâ needy. Yâknow itâs not ladylike to be actinâ this way?â
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. âDaddy, please,â 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 carpetâ 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 mouthâŚ
âCâmon, nothinâ to be afraid of,â he soothed, âI know you wanna taste.â
And you did, so you leaned in and licked it like a lollipopâ 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. âThatâs good,â he whispered to you, fingers brushing over your head gently, âthere you goâŚâ
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 headâ 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, babydollâ 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 girlâŚ"
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. "Yeahâ 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 overâ 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. Â
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 anyâ 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 againâ you felt helpless to the desperation overtaking your body.
"Please fuck me," you sighed, "pleaseâ"
"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 yourâ
"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 badâŚ"
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.
âShit!â he groaned, pulling you down the rest of the way and snapping his hips up. âSo fuckinâ tight, babydollâ god, Eddieâs a dumbass. Got this sweet, creamy little pussy to play with and he canât even treat it right.â
You choked as you felt how deep he'd gone, whimpering as the gyrating of your hips forced your sensitiveâ almost soreâ 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 wallsâ 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.
âSuch an eager little thing,â he grunted, gripping your ass tighter as you rode him. Â
That you wereâ 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 rideâ 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 tellâ 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 didnât mind that it showed his ageâ not even the white chest hair bothered you. Â
"You're s-so sexy," you blurted out.
He laughed a bit. "I dunno about thatâ I'm just an old man, you could do better than me."
"Don't want betterâ 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 understandâ 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 slapâ not too hard, but totally unexpectedâ 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 wasnât 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 likeâ ah, fuck, a little faster, honeyâ"
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 screamâ 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 badâŚ"
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 pussyâ 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, Iâ!"
His thumb pressed harder on your clit and you sobbed shakily. âNice anâ easy, baby, nice anâ easy,â he coaxed you gently, âjust let go, let that little kitty make a big fuckinâ mess on me, hm?â
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 youâ forcing you to take more and more until you were worried you would scream loud enough for the whole trailer park to hear. âF-fuck,â you choked, mustering some strength to lift your head again and look down at him, âslow down, pleaseâŚâ
âGod, thatâs cute,â he laughed proudly, âmânot done with you yet, babydoll, not even close. Thatâs the best part of sweet young things like you, yâcan go for hours and never tire out.â
âYeah,â you panted, âbut can you?â
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. âDonât give me lip, girl,â he warned, âor youâll get a spanking.â
âFuckinâ dare you,â you smiled, whining loudly as he brought a hand down hard on your ass. âYes!â you sobbed.
âFuck, thatâs good,â he grunted, âyour hole gives me a good squeeze when I smack this tight little ass.â
Another spank to prove his point, and you felt your hips rocking on top of him of their own accord.
âSee? Knew you wanted more,â he laughed, âjust need a little patience. Mâgonna teach you so much, honey, gonna make you my little whore.â
Your eyes rolled back in your head, and he tugged your hair again. âHarder, daddy,â 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. âFuck! Fuck, fuck, s-so goodâŚâ
âWhatâs good, babydoll?â he prompted.
âYouâ youâre so good,â you answered, âyâfuck me so good, dickâs so fuckinâ good, DaddyâŚâ
âUh huh,â he encouraged, âhow good?â
âB-best I ever had,â you hiccuped, âbetter than anythingâ fuck, sâyours, yours!â
âGoddamn,â he grunted, âthis sweet little pussy, all mine?â
âYeah,â you panted, âwhenever you want itâ oh god!â
âBaby,â he sighed, âdonât make promises you canât keep⌠I know good dick will make you wanna say all kindsâa stuff, but you gotta control yourself.â
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. âOh fuck,â you sighed.
âYâsee it now?â he groaned. âSee all that pretty cream you got on my cock?â
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 embarrassingâ in an erotic sort of wayâ to see what youâd done.
âMessy little pussy youâve got,â he smiled proudly. âShould make you clean all that up when Iâm doneâ bet youâd like that, slut.â
He fucked into you rough and fast, his balls slapping on your assâ still sore from the spankingâ 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 youâ with nothing at all in the wayâ 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?"
"Iâ I dunno," you stalled, "I just⌠wanted to feel you. For real."
"Mm? Wanted to feel this hot cock, is that it?"
"Y-yeahâŚ"
"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 wasâ 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 cockâŚ"
"Hurts!" you hiccuped.
"Yeah? But it's what you needâ 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 ageâ young and fertile, sweet little body begging to be knocked up."
"B-butâ"
"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 couldnât seriously happen. âDonât scare me like that,â you giggled.
"If it's so scary, how come you're about to come for me again?" he noticed with a grin.
âHng, Wayne, mâgonna come, just p-pull out,â you choked, âplease?â
"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.Â
âCome for me first, babydoll,â he grunted, âgimme another big squeezeâ uh huh, just like that, fuck yâlook so cute when you come.â
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⌠stickyâŚ" 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 creamâŚ"
You struggled to get your eyes open but you did, seeing the thorough mess you'd madeâ clear and cloudy-white arousal mixing together and truly coating him.
"Good job, babydoll," he praised gruffly, "Daddy's so proudâ that sweet little hole of yours sure left its mark, huh? Not just on meâ there's a stain under you on the sofa."
"I-I'm sorryâ"
"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 againâ it was a little less awkward of a positionâ without stopping your work.
"Mm, and you're gonna swallow it all?" he assumed. You couldnât quite answer right now, you couldnât 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 hairâ 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 suckingâ 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, sweetheartâ 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 moreâ
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 allâ fuckâŚ"
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. Â
You watched him take a drag and exhale with a heavy breath. âDamn, girlâŚ" 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 hereâ"
Speak of the freak, and he shall appear.
The front door clicked open and creaked, and your heart dropped into your gut.
âEddie!â you yelped, reaching for a blanket to try to cover yourself as your boyfriend stared forward at the scene in front of him. âEddie, oh god, Iâm soâ Iâm so sorry, Iââ
âDamn it,â Eddie interrupted with a frownâ certainly not looking chipper, but still not giving the reaction you expected. Itâs 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 isnât it, right?
âTold ya,â Wayne smirked at him proudly. âYou owe me twenty.â
âBull!â Eddie shouted back.
âYou lost the bet!â Wayne reminded him.
âYeah, and you fucked my girlfriend! Mânot givinâ you a fuckinâ twenty!â Eddie scowled.
âFair enough,â Wayne shrugged.
You blinked through teary eyesâ it was pretty easy to put together what had happened now, but you still didnât quite believe it.
âYou heard her outside, didnât you?â Wayne realized. âI warned you, girl like this needs more, Ed. Fuck her right or somebody else will.â
"I don't understandâŚ" you mumbled nervously, and Eddie gave you a sympathetic smile as he tilted his head.
âYou were supposed to tell him you only wanted me,â Eddie informed you, âand I couldâve made twenty bucks!â
"I'm so sorryâ" 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 youâŚ"
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, EddieâŚ"
"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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