#mr sunshine 💕

[herewegobebe]

ONEW Vlog l 📷💞 [x]

[charliethomascoxuniverse]

💕 Charlie Cox as Ishmael 💕

Moby Dick (2011) Pt VIII ~

“Upon waking the next morning about daylight, I found Queequeg’s arm thrown over me in the most loving and affectionate manner. You have almost thought I had been his wife.....For though I tried to move his arm -- unlock his bridegroom clasp -- yet, sleeping as he was, he still hugged me tightly, as though naught but death should part us twain.”

[paperbaghero]

I got myself an icon commission by the man, the myth, the legend, @delshark !!!

I've been following them since I was a 13 and they inspired me so much to keep going!!!!

I'm so happy that I finally got to commission them, I love this so much!!!! 😭😭💕💕💕💕

[celestialprincesse]

💍🎀

More domestic hubby Simon cause I'm yearning💕

His wife is some bigshot in her field, fully wears the pants when he's not away on deployment. The moment he met her fiery attitude and quick wit he was whipped.

The guys (except Price, who is also fucking obsessed with his wife) make fun of him for how down bad he is.

When they're at home though? When there's no one around to judge or stare? They're fun as fuck.

He brings her coffee in bed every morning, gives her little kisses all over the forehead and nose and cheeks to wake her, fingers digging slightly into her sides so that she wakes with that hazy, giggly smile that makes him go actually weak.

Even after two years, she still looks at the small boulder on her ring finger after tough meetings or bad days, to remind herself of all the love and devotion that awaits her as soon as she crosses over the threshold of their cozy house.

When they first bought it, they scoured antiques markets and second hand shops for cool things to decorate with, spent days in the bright sunshine poring through posters and lampshades and things that slowly made the bare bones of their house into a home.

She sits curled up on the stools of their breakfast bar every morning in one of his shirts and some little panties (a combo which still gets him hard after years together) browsing through her emails, tongue poked out the side of her mouth in concentration whilst he makes some kind of healthy smoothie breakfast bowl thing.

Calls her 'the wife' and 'Mrs Riley' just to see the way she smiles and wiggles her ring finger so the stones on her wedding and engagement band twinkle in the light.

Maybe (Definitely) bought her the biggest ring that he could find so that everyone knows she's spoken for, even when he's not there beside her.

He wears his wedding band when he's not deployed, and keeps it on a chain looped around his neck when he is. Probably has one of her other favourite rings nestled beside it too, kisses it when he goes to sleep and imagines he's kissing her instead.

He has her initial tattooed on his ring finger for when he can't wear his ring because he can't stand the thought of people not knowing he's hers.

[journalofanoldsoul]

Couple Dynamics 💕 (Venus Composite Chart) - Part 2

Venus in Libra

"La La Land" (2016): This romantic musical film captures the beauty of love, artistic expression, and the pursuit of dreams. It reflects the harmony, balance, and appreciation of aesthetics associated with Venus in Libra.

Will and Grace from "Will & Grace": Will and Grace's enduring friendship and unique bond in the TV show "Will & Grace" exemplify the harmony, cooperation, and emphasis on partnership associated with Venus in Libra. Despite their differences, they navigate their lives with a shared understanding and a deep respect for each other's opinions. Their connection is marked by a strong sense of fairness, compromise, and a commitment to maintaining a balanced and supportive relationship.

Arizona and Callie from "Grey's Anatomy": Arizona and Callie's relationship in the TV show "Grey's Anatomy" exemplifies the harmony, diplomacy, and focus on partnership that is often associated with Venus in Libra. They navigate the challenges of their professional and personal lives with grace, seeking balance and fairness in their interactions. Their romance is marked by a strong sense of compromise, cooperation, and a deep desire for a harmonious and equal partnership.

Venus in Scorpio

"Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" (2004): This thought-provoking film explores the depths of love, memory, and emotional transformation. It delves into the intense and transformative aspects of love, which align with Venus in Scorpio.

Edward and Bella from "Twilight": Edward and Bella's relationship in the "Twilight" series embodies the intense, passionate, and sometimes obsessive nature of Venus in Scorpio. Their bond is marked by a deep connection and a willingness to undergo personal transformation for love.

Therese and Carol from "Carol": Therese and Carol's intense and transformative relationship in the movie "Carol" reflects the depth, passion, and emotional intimacy of Venus in Scorpio. Their connection takes them on a journey of self-discovery and profound connection.

Venus in Sagittarius

"Before Sunrise" (1995): This movie tells the story of two strangers who meet on a train and spend a passionate night together, contemplating life and love. It embodies the adventurous, free-spirited, and philosophical nature of Venus in Sagittarius.

Carrie and Aidan from "Sex and the City": Carrie and Aidan's relationship in the TV show "Sex and the City" represents the contrasting dynamics of commitment and freedom that can arise with Venus in Sagittarius. Their love story involves exploration, travel, and the pursuit of personal growth.

Emma and Adele from "Blue Is the Warmest Color": Emma and Adele's adventurous and free-spirited relationship in the movie "Blue Is the Warmest Color" embodies the exploration, intellectual stimulation, and open-mindedness associated with Venus in Sagittarius. Their love story is marked by a passionate and expansive connection.

Venus in Capricorn

"Pride & Prejudice" (2005): This period drama depicts a slow-burning love story that evolves over time. It reflects the qualities of loyalty, ambition, and commitment associated with Venus in Capricorn.

Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy from "Pride & Prejudice": Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy's relationship in "Pride & Prejudice" showcases the growth, maturity, and transformation that can occur in a love story influenced by Venus in Capricorn. Their journey involves overcoming obstacles and societal expectations.

Shane and Carmen from "The L Word": Shane and Carmen's relationship in the TV show "The L Word" embodies the dedication, ambition, and pursuit of stability associated with Venus in Capricorn. As they navigate their personal and professional lives, they strive for success and security while maintaining a deep emotional connection. Their partnership is marked by loyalty, responsibility, and a shared commitment to building a solid foundation for their love.

Venus in Aquarius

"Loving Annabelle" (2006): This film tells the story of a forbidden romance between a teacher and her student, challenging societal norms and expectations. The relationship reflects the non-conformist, progressive, and intellectually stimulating nature of Venus in Aquarius.

Phoebe and Mike from "Friends": Phoebe and Mike's relationship in the TV show "Friends" exemplifies the non-traditional, free-spirited, and unconventional aspects of Venus in Aquarius. Their love story is marked by individuality, friendship, and acceptance.

Marianne and Héloïse from "Portrait of a Lady on Fire": Marianne and Héloïse's unconventional and intellectually stimulating relationship in the movie "Portrait of a Lady on Fire" embodies the uniqueness, freedom, and friendship associated with Venus in Aquarius. Their connection challenges societal norms and celebrates individuality.

Venus in Pisces

"The Shape of Water" (2017): This visually stunning film delves into a unique and enchanting love story between a woman and an amphibious creature. It represents the romantic, compassionate, and idealistic nature of Venus in Pisces.

Romeo and Juliet from "Romeo + Juliet": The tragic love story of Romeo and Juliet in the film "Romeo + Juliet" embodies the intense, passionate, and idealistic qualities of Venus in Pisces. Their love is all-encompassing, transcending societal barriers.

Clarke and Lexa from "The 100": The relationship between Clarke and Lexa in the TV show "The 100" also represents the dreamy, compassionate, and spiritually connected qualities of Venus in Pisces. Their love story transcends boundaries and showcases a deep emotional bond, characterized by empathy, sacrifice, and a profound understanding of each other's souls.

These recommendations and couple choices are based on the archetypal qualities associated with each Venus sign. While they may not represent an exhaustive list, they serve as examples to illustrate how the energies and themes of each Venus sign can manifest in romantic movies and famous couples. It's important to remember that astrology is a complex and nuanced system, and individual interpretations can vary.

I hope you have enjoyed this selection.

Stay tune for more astro posts…

xoxo J.

[devondespresso]

My Sunshine

G | 815 words | also on ao3 | cw: minor reference to child neglect and a dysfunctional household, mild blood

STWG prompt: Sunshine

Thank you so much to @stellarspecter and @vegasol for betaing and helping with clarity! You guys are truly amazing 💕💕💕 Dividers by the lovely @saradika-graphics 💛

Steve is 8 years old again.

That’s old enough to form memories that will last longer than a year or two, and he's starting to hate how that's the way time has to work, with the old stuff mostly forgotten. This memory, even, he didn’t realize had slipped away.

But all it takes is the vague tune of a song, and he's 8 years old again.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine."

Steve is 8, before she learned about the cheating, before he had to learn what that meant, before screaming, and before all of that was taken to New York, Chicago, then Seattle, because she said too quiet was better than too loud. 

"You make me happy, when skies are gray."

He is 8, and he is laying in bed. He has two scraped knees and an ever uglier elbow that Mrs. Hagan almost fainted at the sight of. He is a little tired, but he is not ready for Saturday to end.

"You'll never know, dear,"

But his mom is sitting on the side of his bed and running a hand through his hair. She is wearing her rose-tinted Sunday best. And she is singing.

"How much I love you."

Steve isn't eight years old.

And he definitely isn’t 8 years old.

He's nineteen, too close to twenty, sitting in the doorway of a room that isn't his, in a house he didn’t grow up in, stopping himself from getting comfortable leaning back on a door frame despite the current strain in his back, because it would only hurt the wound there more.

He's on the outside this time, looking over because no one told him he had to leave yet, as Ms. Henderson sits on the side of Dustin's bed and hums the tune like he isn't nearly fifteen years old.

And then, of course, the song is over, because it's always been too short.

And Steve is not eight years old.

There's too much strain on his back, so he brings his legs in carefully and pillows his head on his knees as she starts humming a new song that’s not as familiar.

Tews pops his little head into the room, looking at all his options before deciding to bump his head into Steve's legs and start purring, like he doesn't already have plenty of food in his bowl.

"You have food, you little rat," he whispers, petting Tews' head.

Tews leans into his hand, but still meows, circling to his other side to bump into his other leg.

"Mhm, pretty sure it was still half full five minutes ago.”

Tews meows again and darts behind him, trying to lead him back down the hall. Steve leans back a bit to try and find him, but he can’t.

Tews sticks a paw on his stomach, right where his bites are freshly bandaged, clearly thinking he was jumping on a lap before Steve yelps and shoots a hand over to get him off.

“Tews, Tewsie, c’mere,” Ms. Henderson calls from the bedside, a hand still in Dustin’s hair, and with a little sound all cat people somehow know how to do. Tews meows at him again with the same tone, then runs over to Ms. Henderson.

“Sorry, bud,” Steve whispers, holding the spot as he tries to relax again, laying his head back on his arm.

Tews bumps his head into her ankles, circling back and forth before meowing again.

“Too sweet for your own good,” she chides, picking Tews up so he can curl up in her lap.

And she starts humming the song again.

And Steve is not an eight year old.

“You okay, honey?”

Steve looks up.

“Yeah, just hit the edge of it, it’s probably not bleeding or anything.”

She nods, but she doesn’t believe him.

“Alright, Tewsie, up–”

“No, I can get up,” his hand finds the door frame to make it easier, and he stands without a fuss. “There, easy peasy.” 

Then he joins her and Tews, because it’s easy. 

Ms. Henderson pats the bed, just barely so it doesn’t wake Dustin, and Tews goes to the spot. Steve pats his head again.

Ms. Henderson stands, and offers a hug.

Steve’s nineteen, but nobody can really say no to a Henderson hug.

She avoids poking at the wounds on his back that are too fragile to handle it right now, somehow holding only around them, almost like there's nothing there. Steve might be bleeding.

And she starts singing a song only moms seem to know when to sing.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.”

And he closes his eyes. 

“You make me happy, when skies are gray.” 

And he hugs tighter.

“You’ll never know, dear,”

He’s bleeding, and it’s going to fall onto the shoulder of her sweater.

“How much I love you.”

And–

“Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

And Steve is 19.

[sagesolsticewrites]

Love’s Light Wings: Chapter 1 (“as boundless as the sea”)

John Brady x Juliet Thompson (OFC)

John Brady finally returns home, overjoyed to see his mother, and with a question to ask Juliet— who’s been waiting for him to come home to her for nearly two long years.

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: none, I think? But please let me know if I missed anything!

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the Apple TV+ series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within.

Hugest of huge shoutouts to @winniemaywebber and @ginabaker1666 for reading this many many times before I posted it I love y’all 💕

Masterlist | read the prologue here!

“Juliet.”

At the sound of her name, Juliet jolts back to reality, pausing in her anxious thumbing through the pages of the book in her lap. She looks towards where the sound came from: her mother in the passenger seat in front of her.

She folds her hands together, trying to keep them still.

“Sorry, I—”

“I know you’re nervous, sweetheart,” her mother says, reaching back to pat her knee, “He may be a little different, after everything,” she acknowledges, “but he’s coming home. And that’s what matters.”

Juliet nods, turning to look out the window at the passing buildings on their way to the station.

“I know, Mama.”

The car is silent for the remainder of the drive as her father pulls up to the already crowded station, grumbling softly to himself about how they should’ve left earlier.

The little Thompson clan makes their way inside, Juliet keeping her eyes peeled for—

“Helen! Over here!”

Mrs. Alice Brady— John’s mother— stands near a pillar just on the outskirts of the platform where John’s train is meant to arrive, waving to get their attention.

They make their way over to greet her, making a halfhearted attempt at small talk— a near-impossible task when they all know John will be arriving any minute from his brief detour to Oklahoma. Sweet, wonderful, dedicated man that he was, his first priority stateside was to travel with his co-pilot to pay his respects to the family of one of his fallen crew members, and no one could fault him for making them wait a few extra days for that.

“Oh, he’ll be so excited to see you, sweetheart,” Mrs. Brady says with a watery smile, squeezing Juliet’s hand.

“Not nearly as excited as he’ll be to see you, Mrs. Brady,” Juliet assures her. John may be the love of her life, but he’s a mama’s boy through and through. “He always asks if I’ve been checking in on you in his letters, you know.”

“My sweet boy… I hope you told him not to worry about me too much, honey. I tell him myself as well, of course, but you know it’s no use.”

“I did my best,” Juliet jokes, Mrs. Brady’s responding laugh a spot of sunshine in her cloudy demeanor.

Then, there’s the faint sound of something rolling down the tracks. The hiss of steam. The high-pitched sound of a train whistle.

The entire platform goes silent for a moment, then joyful chaos erupts as the train comes into view, soldiers waving from windows in the distance.

It’s utter pandemonium as the train comes to a squealing stop, loved ones storming the train cars as soldiers search the immense crowd for family, friends, lovers.

Juliet instinctively grabs her mother’s and Mrs. Brady’s hands in an attempt to keep their group together as the crowd flows around them, scanning desperately for any glimpse of John.

“Ma!”

A familiar shout stops Mrs. Brady in her tracks, and Juliet turns to see John Brady fighting his way through the crowd towards his mother.

She flings herself into her son’s arms, tears streaming down her face. A sob of “you’re home” is all Juliet hears before she steps away to give them a bit of privacy. She can’t help the tears that spring to her own eyes watching him hug his mother tight, some part of her still refusing to believe that it’s real, that he’s finally back.

Her own mother squeezes her hand, her watery eyes a mirror of Juliet’s as she gives her a soft smile. Juliet focuses on the feeling of her mother’s hand in her own, that grip being the sole thing keeping her from floating out of her body at the moment, her mind a disbelieving loop of he’s here he’s here he’s here.

Then Mrs. Brady finally releases her son, and John turns to her with that shy, cheeky smile she first fell in love with, diverting her attention from his own eyes brimming with tears.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he says in a tight voice.

Her feet carry her to him as if they have a mind of their own, and then she’s flinging her arms around him, her own tears streaming over her cheeks, his name escaping her in a sob. John holds her tight, pressing soft kisses to the crown of her head, her forehead, her temples, anywhere he can reach as she buries her face in his neck.

Though his hug is just as fierce as it’s always been, his uniform is doing little to hide how thin he’s become, and it makes her want to shatter on the floor and force him into bed so she can nurse him back to health simultaneously.

He moves to pull away, presumably to get a good look at her after so long, but Juliet is loath to let him out of her arms just yet. He relents, wrapping his arms around her for a few moments more before leaning down to whisper tenderly in her ear.

“I’m home, honey. I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon,” he whispers with a brush of his lips to her ear, “Let me look at you, hm? I wanna see my girl, my Jules.”

With a nervous, watery laugh, she pulls away to meet his eyes, hyperconscious of the tears and mascara streaming unattractively down her face.

John simply takes her in, a fond smile on his face as his thumb swipes under her eyes, whisking away her tears.

“There she is,” he murmurs, tucking a stray curl behind her ear, “How did you manage to get even more beautiful while I was gone, honey?”

She can’t even begin to think of a reply, but it doesn’t matter because soon his lips are on hers and nothing else matters but the fact that he’s here and safe and whole.

Eventually they pull apart, her arms around his neck, one of his hands tenderly cupping her cheek.

“I missed you so much, Johnny,” she breathes, pressing her forehead to his as her eyes close, trying to memorize every detail of this moment.

“I missed you more, Jules.” Comes his soft reply, brushing a kiss to her nose just to hear her delighted giggle, nose scrunching up adorably.

They both jump at the sound of her father clearing his throat behind them, separating sheepishly. John takes it in stride though, leaning forward to accept Mr. Thompson’s handshake.

“Welcome home, son.”

“Thank you very much, sir,” he says with a single firm shake that has her father nodding respectfully.

Then it’s Mrs. Thompson’s turn for a hug, almost as enthusiastic as his own mother’s, and Juliet can’t help but grin at the way she dotes on him like a son.

“We’d better leave now if we want to beat all this traffic back home,” Mrs. Brady says, glancing around at the other happily reunited families filing out to the parking lot, “Will you all be joining us for dinner?”

She turns to the Thompsons, an expectant smile on her face.

“We’d love to,” Mrs. Thompson answers, adding “As long as it’s not an imposition, of course—”

“Nonsense, you’re always welcome,” Alice assures her.

With some back and forth, the mothers figure out an arrangement to meet at the Brady home in an hour, giving John time to get settled in before dealing with guests.

The hour passes quickly, and soon the Thompsons are standing on the front step, Juliet’s mother holding a container of chocolate chip cookies she had frantically taken from the cookie jar— “We can’t go empty-handed, sweetheart,” she had reminded Juliet at the look on her face.

Mrs. Brady had greeted them happily, ushering them inside to a spread of what Juliet recognized as all of John’s favorite foods.

Speaking of John…

“Hello, everyone.”

He enters the dining room smiling, still in his uniform, and Juliet abandons all propriety to rush into his arms, John easily catching her with a laugh.

“I know it’s only been an hour, but I missed you too, honey,” he chuckles softly into her ear before releasing her to greet her parents.

They settle at the table for dinner, and retire to the sitting room for drinks after dessert, where John and Juliet curl up on a loveseat off to the side while the parents chatter.

“How have you been, Jules?” He asks softly, entwining his fingers with hers as he adds with a soft laugh, “I couldn’t exactly get updates on the boat over, so I want to hear everything.”

“Are you sure?” She asks, slightly confused even as she teases, “You didn’t get sick of all my rambling after all this time?”

“I could never get tired of your rambling, sweetheart,” he assures her, “And… I could use some normalcy right now after… everything.”

His eyes drift to the family picture sitting on the mantle: him as a teenager, flanked by his mother and his father, and Juliet recalls with a pang that his father never got to see him come home— how could she have forgotten?

“Well,” she begins, gently drawing his attention back to her, “We’re getting ready for final exams, and there’s one boy who— bless his heart— is nearly failing but he seems to think if he aces the final he’ll be fine—”

Her rambling is interrupted, however, by Mrs. Brady coming around to collect the remaining dishes.

“Oh let me help you—”

“I’ve got it sweetheart, you don’t have to—”

“I want to, please,” Juliet insists with a smile, and she follows John’s mother into the kitchen.

“So John,” Mrs. Thompson turns to him, “do you have any plans now that you’re back home?”

“I’m hoping to get back into teaching,” he says with a smile, “Hearing Jules talk about it made me realize how much I missed it.”

“Oh, that’s lovely,” Mrs. Thompson beams.

“I also, uh…”

His eyes flick anxiously between Jules’s parents as he steels himself, his audience waiting patiently for him to continue.

“Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, I love your daughter very much. Juliet… she’s the most wonderful person I’ve ever met, and I know that’s because of the wonderful parents she has. Your daughter means the world to me, and I’d…” His mouth goes dry, and he swallows nervously before continuing, “I’d be honored to have your blessing to ask her to marry me.”

Silence.

It stretched between them, and the longer they were silent the bigger the pit of dread in Brady’s stomach got until—

“Son,” Mr. Thompson says with a smile as he stands, reaching out for a handshake, “It would be an honor to have you as part of our family.”

He scrambles to his feet after a moment of stunned silence, returning the handshake eagerly.

“Thank you very, very much, sir.”

Juliet’s mother is beaming as she stands to give John a hug, glancing surreptitiously towards the kitchen before asking quietly, “When would you like to ask her? Do you have a ring yet?”

“I— well, I’m not quite sure about when, but I know I’d like to do it as soon as possible— properly, of course. And as for the ring…”

He takes the ring box his mother had given him out of his pocket, opening it to reveal a small emerald nestled between two even smaller diamonds, set in a delicate gold band.

“It was my grandmother’s,” he explains, unconsciously tilting it to catch the light so the emerald shines the same color as Juliet’s eyes, “I saw it one day and it just… made me think of her.”

“It’s lovely, John,” Mrs. Thompson breathes, “She’ll love it.”

“I hope so,” he replies sheepishly, tucking the box back in his pocket.

Juliet’s laughter drifts in from the kitchen, her and his mother’s voices getting louder as they return to the group.

“Is that the time already?” Mrs. Thompson says, saving John from scrambling to make up a topic of conversation as Juliet returns to his side, “Alice, this was lovely, thank you so much for having us, but we really should be going if we want to get to church on time tomorrow. We’ll see you there, yes?” she asks as they say their goodbyes in the foyer, beaming at Mrs. Brady’s confirmation that yes, they will, as well as the Thompson’s Sunday luncheon afterwards

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Helen,” Mrs. Brady grins, and with that the Thompsons begin to make their way back to the car.

“Well?” she turns to her son expectantly, the Thompsons long gone.

The smile on his face tells her everything she needs to know, even as he rambles in disbelief about how nervous he was, how accepting and even excited Juliet’s parents were, and how he can’t wait to ask her tomorrow.

“Tomorrow?” His mother says, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“I—” John blinks, as if he’d even surprised himself with that, “Yeah, I… I’ve already gone too many years without her. I don’t wanna wait any longer than I have to.”

A tender smile spreads across her face seeing how John softens just thinking about Juliet.

“I’m so happy for you, Johnny.”

“Ma, I haven’t even asked her yet,” he reminds her sheepishly, “And she hasn’t said yes.”

“She will, honey. Trust me.”

Juliet can’t help the smile on her face when they walk into church the next morning, seeing John talking quietly next to his mother in their pew. 

Right where he should be, some small voice in the back of her mind supplies as they slide in next to the Bradys.

He turns to greet them, his gaze softening as it meets hers.

“Hi,” he says softly, a tender undertone filling the casual greeting with a warmth that spreads throughout Juliet’s body.

“Hi,” she replies in the same soft tone, wondering if she’ll ever really get used to hearing his voice again after so many years of nothing but letters.

The brief greeting is all they have time for before everyone stands as Mass begins.

John’s trying to pay attention-- it’s his first Mass back home, with his mother, at the church he grew up in, he truly is trying his best to pay attention.

But not only is Juliet driving him to distraction in that dress— does she truly have no idea how stunning she looks?— he can’t stop picturing her in this very church, in an entirely different dress, on an entirely different occasion.

He’d be standing at the end of the aisle, in his best suit. Flowers— gardenias, of course— would adorn the space, their friends and family filling the pews. A wedding march would start to play. He’d turn as the doors opened, revealing Juliet… his Juliet, looking utterly radiant in a white gown, a diaphanous veil covering her face, an emerald the same color of her eyes glittering on her left hand—

A gentle nudge to his left jolts him out of his thoughts, and he turns to see Juliet giving him a concerned look, eyebrow raised in a silent “Everything okay?”

He flushes— apparently he wasn’t as subtle in his daydreaming as he thought. All he can do is offer a sheepish smile, reaching over to squeeze her fingers for the briefest of moments before returning his attention— what remains of it, anyway— to the front for the rest of the service.

“We’ll see you in a bit!” Mrs. Thompson waves as the congregation files out to the parking lot, Mrs. Brady returning her farewell with a smile.

“See you later,” Juliet grins, brushing a chaste kiss to John’s cheek before following her parents to their car.

His mother gives him a knowing look as they slide into their own car, John putting on his most innocent expression.

“What?”

“You seemed a bit distracted today, that’s all,” Mrs. Brady says, “Everything alright?”

“I’m fine, Ma,” he assures her, absentmindedly running his thumb over the small velvet box resting in his pocket, “Just… missed being home.”

Her lips twitch up into a smile, watching her son fondly as they drive home— she’s got a potato salad sitting in the fridge for the church luncheon.

“She’s going to say yes, honey.”

John blinks.

“Wh—?”

“I’m your mother, you can’t hide anything from me John,” she says matter-of-factly, “I know exactly why your head was in the clouds today, and I know—” she turns to give him her full attention as they park in the driveway, “— that you and Juliet are going to have a beautiful life together.”

A tender smile spreads across John’s face as he looks down at his lap, eyes softening at the thought of a whole life with his girl.

“Thanks, Ma.”

“Always, sweetheart. Now let’s go,” they step out of the car, “the faster we get you through this lunch, the faster I get a daughter-in-law.”

“Ma!”

To say sitting through a lunch with nearly everyone he knows when he just wants five minutes alone with Jules is torture is, well… he knows it’s not— he’s been through too much to say otherwise— but it’s the closest thing to it he’s experienced since arriving home not even 24 hours ago.

The ring box is burning a hole in his pocket even as he approaches the Thompsons— Juliet on the other side of the room caught up in a conversation with one of their neighbors— politely greeting people as he passes.

“John, there you are,” Mrs. Thompson grins before lowering her voice “Your mother was saying something about you wanting to ask Juliet today?”

He does his best to smother his grin— of course that was the first thing she talked to them about.

“Yes, ma’am. I was hoping I could get a moment to talk to her once everyone else is gone…”

“We’ll take care of it,” she assures him.

“Take care of what?”

Juliet pops up behind her mother, eyes flicking suspiciously between her parents and John.

“Nothing, sweetheart,” her father says, “Just catching up with John here. He was just telling us that he’s looking to go back into teaching, isn’t that right?”

“Yes sir,” John nods, unable to help the grin on his face as he sees Juliet light up.

“Oh that’s perfect, Johnny!” She beams, “I’ll ask around and see if there are any openings.”

“I appreciate it, honey.” He smiles, arm sliding easily around her shoulders as she sidles up next to him.

He presses a kiss to the crown of her head, steeling himself for more socializing as she pulls him along to yet another neighbor.

Finally, what feels like years later, the last few guests have said their goodbyes-- save for the Bradys, who have insisted on staying behind to help clean up.

“Juliet,” Mrs. Thompson says once every available surface in the kitchen is covered with dishes to be cleaned, “why don’t you show John the garden? Alice and I will take care of all this.”

She turns to her mother, a puzzled look on her face. “No, I’d be happy to help, mama—”

Mrs. Brady steps in, gently shooing them off, “You two take some time to catch up without us meddling parents,” she teases, “Let us mothers gossip, hm?”

“ As long as you’re not gossiping about us,” Juliet teases back, but turns and leads John out to the back garden, where an assortment of vegetables have replaced what used to be a thriving variety of flowers.

“With all the rationing, Mama figured it would be better if we grew our own food,” she explains, fingers entwined with his as they walk along the brick border separating the garden from the rest of the yard. A smile spreads across her face as she adds, “But I convinced her to save some of the flowers.”

She points to a small section of tilled soil just below her bedroom window, where a white-blooming gardenia grows.

“Of course you did,” he says fondly, grinning as he presses a kiss to her temple, “It’s almost as pretty as you.”

She tucks her face into his shoulder in an attempt to hide the growing smile on her face.

“Hush.”

“What?” Brady laughs, “I can’t give my girl a compliment? Especially after I was away for so long…”

Juliet’s smile fades slightly at that, pressing ever so slightly closer to him as if to remind herself that he’s really there.

“I missed you so much,” she murmurs, her voice barely a whisper.

His hand comes up to tuck a dark curl back behind her ear, thumb stroking along her cheek until she lifts her head to meet his eyes.

“I missed you too, honey. More than you know.” He says softly, taking a shaky inhale before continuing “You know what got me through being in… in that place?”

Juliet shakes her head, quietly waiting for him to continue.

“Your letters, sweetheart. Well, Ma’s too,” he adds with a soft laugh, “But getting to hear you just talk about the kids, your parents, keeping me updated on the tiniest things like it was nothing… I didn’t realize how badly I needed a reminder of what was waiting for me back here until you kept giving them. And I realized something while I was over there.”

He pauses, exhaling shakily, and Juliet waits patiently for him to continue. Eventually, his gaze meets hers as he says reverently, “I wanted that, every day for the rest of my life. I want to hear about your Shakespeare lectures, about which kids are trying to get out of the grammar quiz, about which person in your book club is getting on your nerves—”

There’s a pause, and Juliet’s heart skips a beat as she realizes what’s happening.

“Johnny…” she breathes, hand flying to her mouth as he sinks down onto one knee in front of her, removing a small box from his pocket.

“‘I would not wish any companion in the world but you’,” he says in that soft, hesitant way that tells her he worked tirelessly to make sure he got the quote right— and he did, she notes gladly, from Act 3 of Tempest, and that’s an extra layer of wonderful because Tempest isn’t one she talks about very often so he must have been paying very close attention— “I never want to be apart from you again, sweetheart. I want to spend the rest of my life by your side, so…”

Tears are already streaming down her cheeks as he opens the box to reveal a delicate emerald ring, his own voice becoming thick as he continues, “Juliet, will you marry me?”

She nods furiously, the words fumbling in her mouth for a moment before she finally gasps “Yes, yes!”

A mix of relief and joy and utter adoration flashes across John’s face as he stands, reverently slipping the ring onto her left hand before dipping to capture her lips in a tender kiss.

A watery, joyful laugh escapes her as they break apart, so utterly happy she feels she might burst.

John’s gaze trails over her face almost in disbelief, thumb tracing over the ring nestled snugly on her finger. He opens his mouth to say… well, he’s not sure what to say. There aren’t words for the wondrous joy he’s feeling in this moment, so he settles for leaning in for another kiss--

A muffled shriek from inside causes them both to jump, Juliet’s forehead narrowly missing John’s nose, then there’s the sound of dishes being swept into the sink, followed by a:

“George! She said yes!”

Blue eyes meet sparkling green for the briefest moment before they collapse into giggles, and that is how the Thompsons and Mrs. Brady find them: laughing together in the garden, the emerald on Juliet’s hand shining in the sunlight.

[silent-sanctum]

Can I ask for a story in which Jotaro wants to confess but he just doesn’t know how to since the reader is just a kind and gentle soul and he’s the total opposite, and the crusaders, especially Kakyoin and Polnareff, give him advice on how to confess to the reader? 💕

ask and you shall receive anon :>

Only You - Jotaro x Reader

word count: 3.2k

The night had fallen, blanketing the world in a veil of starlit darkness. Besting 2 enemy Stand users, the Crusaders took solace in a remote island on the Red Sea just before traversing to Egypt.

And sitting around the warmth of a crackling bonfire, the group rested that night, each having their own way of spending the provided spare time- Joseph speaking with a Speedwagon Foundation personnel regarding a method of transportation, Avdol shuffling through the dusty books from a nearby cabin, Kakyoin and Polnareff engaging in a hearty conversation-

And Jotaro listening to you sharing more lighthearted bits of your past to him with a flow akin to a fountain smoothly letting out fresh water to cool his tired and dried-out mind. Though admittedly, he found it harder and harder for him to pay attention.

Was he to blame when all he took in from you was your soft soothing voice calming his ears, the contrasting gleam in your expressive eyes, the genuine smile formed by your pink lips?

All those pieces of you had impacted him in some way or another even at the start when you met at that rooftop. Back then, he found you confusing yet intriguing. Midway in the trip, Jotaro found himself caught in the light of comforting kindness and understanding seeping through your outgoing bravado, one that touched his heart no one could.

And he ended up completely enthralled, compelled to make you happy and safe in ways he could the moment he witnessed you breaking down into complete vulnerability and you opened up to him about your abusive past. You had thanked him wholeheartedly with tearful eyes and it struck him.

For the first time, Jotaro admitted to himself that he wanted to hold you close for a long time, to be with you even after this journey ends and they returned to normalcy.

He… liked you.

But how could he say such thing to someone such as you? You were so different from him; Where you were the warm sunshine in a blossoming spring, he was the chilling wind in a frigid winter. The headstrong angel and the lenient devil. The yin and yang.

The social darling and the reclusive delinquent.

Would she even consider someone like him as hers? It was a hard tell because you got along with everyone so well, but at the same time, you were sensitive to intimate, romantic relationships. This is hard. I can’t see what I can do in this situation.

While all his turmoil boiled within him, someone tapped him on the shoulder, bringing him out of his trance. “I’m gonna speak with Avdol and Mr. Joestar for a moment, alright?”

Blunt as ever, he spoke without looking. “No one’s stopping you.”

You smiled and left to join the older adults as simple as that, leaving him to wallow in his newfound feelings by himself. He watched you skip over to Joseph and Avdol just as the old man finished his call, opening communication while they discussed it elsewhere.

Jotaro sighed a deep exhale, nearly groaning to himself as he hunched over with clasped hands. “This is harder than I thought…”

“Hey Jojo,” he lifted his head by a bit to frown at the ever-intruding Frenchman Polnareff and his fellow batch mate Kakyoin. “You looking a bit worked-out. Everything good?”

“What do you want?” Jotaro asked, short and sharp. He still had to deal with accepting these sappy feelings in him; the least he wanted right now is 2 other people adding to his problems.

He followed the cherry-haired student’s movement as he sat down beside him with a knowing smile. “If I were to guess, I’d think our delinquent friend here is stressing over a certain girl in our group.”

Jotaro clicked his tongue. “You shut--“

Though before the delinquent could curse at him, Polnareff let out a prolonged “ah” of amusement. “Ohoho, is this what I think it is?” He plopped himself on the other side with a giddy demeanor that soured his mood. “Could it be… monsieur Kujo is finally realizing the classic j’ai le béguin towards our mademoiselle?”

“The fuck are you saying?”

“It means you’re finally accepting that you have a crush and much like in your fashion, immediately act on it,” Kakyoin supplemented with a pat on his shoulder, to which the raven-haired shoved off with rapidly warming cheeks.

“It’s not like that--“

“Non non non non~”, Polnareff wagged his finger sideways. “Deny all you want but you can’t fool a man hailing from the City of Love itself. I know and sense what a smitten man looks like from a mile away.”

“Besides, if you refuse to listen to Pol’s words, take it from me,” Kakyoin said. “Ever since our first boat ride, I’ve been keeping tabs on you and Y/N and we really can’t ignore the fact that you consistently… hover around her a lot like a satellite.”

Jotaro looked elsewhere, trying to recall whether he made the conscious decision to do that, but the student continued to his dismay. “And from what I’ve seen when it comes to her, you’re attentive to her needs and complacent to her sudden sparks of joy that would’ve annoyed you if it was someone else.”

“Right!” The Frenchman snapped his fingers. “Don’t forget how his eyes had this certain look of fondness one would give to a lover, and how he smiled more often when she’s around!”

It was one thing to come in terms with what his heart was telling him, it was a whole other thing hearing those words from his friends. As they kept on rambling on and on about all the lovey-dovey details they observed, Jotaro couldn’t stop his cheeks and the tips of his ears from fuming in embarrassment.

Was I really that invested in you Y/N? You made me do all these stuff with you and I somehow didn’t realize?

Visions of you flashed in his mind- a self-made film reel containing numerous moments of your flushed cheeks and radiant smiles directed at him, your confident and determined poise alongside your Stand faced against his enemies, your vulnerable figure pressed against his firm body with his gakuran draped over your shoulders, puffy cheeks, fluttery lashes, kneading hands, pouty lips-

Jotaro buried his face in his hands, thoroughly ashamed of his current state. “Fuck.”

“Called it,” Polnareff said. That smug piece of shit.

“What should I do then?” The delinquent snapped, dropping his hands to face his companions. “How do I make… this go away? I’ve tried everything from ignoring it to rationalizing it, but damnit it’s still here.”

“Have you thought of confessing?” Kakyoin suggested.

Jotaro cocked his head. “Confess?”

“Oh you know, where you approach the person of interest and say how much you--“

“I know what a confession is dumbass,” the raven-haired spat at an unfazed Polnareff who merely shrugged off his insult. “What I meant is how would that help me?”

“Well… you get to express yourself to the love of your life and at the same time release all those pent-up emotions within you instead of bottling it all in,” Polnareff said. “It’s hitting 2 birds with one stone!”

“Knowing you, I’m actually surprised you haven’t confessed earlier,” Kakyoin continued. “You seem like the type to get things done as soon as possible- you know, the directly-saying-I-like-you-and-waiting-for-feedback type.”

They had a point. Jotaro was aware he’s fully capable of saying his mind if he wanted without any filter and he could just say he liked you and your company, but when it came to you, it was more complicated than an average confession.

You’d been through a lot-- living through a toxic childhood, witnessing death, and coping through numerous betrayals- both platonically and romantically. Would that make me selfish if I were to say my feelings for you without considering that perhaps you needed more time? If I were to confess, would that make things awkward between us?

Would you grow distant because you weren’t interested in someone like me-

“Hey Jotaro!” He blinked and faced the Frenchman. “There you are again with the overthinking! Whatever you have in that brain of yours… stop.”

“Think of it like this,” the cherry-haired student crossed his arms. “Just say how you feel and wait; if she’s into you, then great. If not then… you shrug it off and remain friends.”

The delinquent scoffed, unconvinced. “Easy for you to say.” Sure, he hasn’t been in a relationship before and is shit at it to begin with, but at the very least he had some awareness of the side effects resulting from a friend-zoned confession.

“When you think about it, our reserved buddy here needs some tips on how to get-the-girl.” Jotaro side-eyed the adult beside him with clear judgement, to which said adult eyed him in return. “What? It’s better than saying ‘I like you’ as your usual overly crude self.”

“I don’t--“

“Alright listen up.” Polnareff slung his arm over the student’s shoulders with determination plastered on his face. “The way to ensure guarantee in winning a girl’s heart is to find a secluded area that’s scenic to set the vibe.”

“And then…” Jotaro cocked his brow, admittedly waiting for the continuation. “You whip out the flowers, speak your heart out and say- ‘Je n’arréte pas de penser a toi ma chérie!’ And then the fireworks explode, the crowd bursts into applause, and the musicians start playing in the back--“

The whole sentiment of the overly romantic French got cut short with a solid whack behind the head by the most anti-romantic in the group that was Jotaro himself. “Shut the fuck up with that. You’re not helping.” Polnareff pouted, rubbing the smacked area with puppy eyes.

“Since our friend here is too ambitious, perhaps I may pitch in an idea that could work better for you.” The delinquent turned to face his other side, hoping someone with a more gentlemanly attitude could provide actual tips.

“Pol’s right in one thing and that’s heading somewhere private. When you get there, you ease your way into the confession by starting things off with casual dialogue-- you open up a topic, maybe about the surroundings or a hobby, she returns it by talking about said topic, and vice versa.”

“And then-“ Kakyoin pointed a finger up to emphasize a point. “Weave that conversation leading up to the confession once you get into her good spirits. Finally, all you have to do is just say something in the lines of ‘I wanted to tell you something. It's a little hard for me to say, but I think you should know that I have feelings for you.’”

“After all, nothing’s more genuine than a simple statement of truthfully expressing your love without being too direct and sudden.”

The cherry-haired student probably thought he contributed something given how smooth and proud his tone was while addressing his “tip”, but Jotaro simply held the other student’s bicep and said--

“Kakyoin… look me in the eye. Do I look like I’m able to do whatever the hell you just mentioned?”

And his friend took one good look at him—an overly tall and awkward 17-year-old, with a face that screamed ‘I’ll beat you up’ on default, who barely knew how to sustain more than one sentence without involving battle tactics or corny one-liners.

With that assessment in mind, the cherry-haired man read his mind and let out one “ah” and left it as is. The Frenchman let out one short laugh. “Yeah Kakyoin. Clearly my idea was--“

“Same goes for you too dipshit.”

Said Frenchman let his mouth close shut.

“Jotaro! I have something to tell you!” All three men looked up to spot you skipping past stray shrubbery and trees until you paused before the delinquent. “Avdol introduced me somewhere that’s amazing. You have to come with!”

You peeped at the other two sitting beside him and flashed a shy smile. “Excuse us,” You reached to grab Jotaro’s wrist, prompting the latter to stand without question. “But I have to borrow Jotaro for a moment if you don’t mind,” you said, addressing both the raven-haired and his friends.

“No problems with that Y/N! Take your time with him!” Polnareff exclaimed, making hand gestures to shoo the both of you away.

You beamed and turned to your grumpy friend with an excited smile, tugging lightly at his wrist. “You’ll like it. Trust me.”

Jotaro’s cheeks might have warmed yet again as he turned his head elsewhere to cover it up. At least the private place is secured. “Let’s just go.”

Like an obedient overgrown wolf pup, the delinquent allowed your hold to remain around his wrist as you half-dragged him through the numerous tall grass and plant-life, careful to not trip on any protruding root or large stones, until you led him out a line of trees and onto a clearing.

And honestly, he was amazed even if he didn’t look like it.

It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. A lone, lit lamp hanging on its post stood within the spacious area, providing the tiny hill in the middle of the island’s forest cozy amber lighting underneath the night sky filled with countless tiny stars.

You let go of him and walked over to sit at the middle, patting the ground beside you as you looked at him with expecting eyes. Jotaro huffed and complied, making himself comfortable on the dirt.

“When I said you’d like it, I was actually just making that up in front of the guys to look more confident, but I’m not sure if you actually like it. If anything, I might have just dragged you here for nothing.”

“I like it,” he said in an instant, not giving you a moment of doubt. He glanced at you and offered a small, reassuring smile. “Don’t worry.”

Your cheeks turned pink and sighed a breath of relief. “Here I thought I was being a bit much again.” Both of you sat in comfortable silence, your heads turned up to gaze at the sky, watching the stars twinkle amidst the darkness.

“Avdol said this area’s one of the spots near his cabin where he could meditate or read a book in when he was younger. It was nice of him to suggest a place like this out of the blue.” You reached your hand up, motioning as if it was wading water. “It reminds me of something…”

Jotaro watched you engross yourself in your sightseeing with quiet fondness, letting Star Platinum out to hover before you with wide eyes as he bowed his head.

You gasped for a second and in the next, you giggled in delight letting your fingers comb through the Stand’s flowy hair. “Jotaro, I have the night sky in my palms!”

He didn’t say anything in return, his mouth fixed as an uncharacterized smile of adoration directed at your joy. His cheeks stayed warm and his heart raced in his chest, and it struck him then. Confess. Let your feelings out.

With one wave of goodbye, Star disappeared into his user, leaving both of you alone with the gentle breeze and sounds of crickets faintly chirping in the evening.

“So,” you said with your head leaning on your shoulder to look at him. “Do you have anything to share in a beautiful night like this?”

“Uhm… I…” Shit. Fuck. How should I do this? Kakyoin and Polnareff did approach him about the topic, but none of them provided him a proper flow on how to execute this process. Should he just go for it? Or should he stall for more time?

For the first time in a while, Jotaro fumbled over his words with squinted eyes-- a habit he does whenever he gets flustered. “I… want to… I mean…”

His attempt of making a proper sentence stopped when a hand rested atop his on the grass between them. The delinquent stared at your hand, shifting to the soft smile on your face. “Do you want me to go first?”

He nodded once, gaze never leaving yours despite his embarrassment.

“I don’t know how to put it in a way that won’t cripple me with cheesy cringe and possible regret, but I might as well rip the Band aid off and get it over with.” You took in a deep breath and he felt your hand tighten around his.

Jotaro waited patiently for your words to continue, even as you broke eye contact and stared at your lap. “Ever since we started being friends, I… may or may not be feeling something when it comes to you…”

His breath faltered and his eyes widened at the revelation, a tiny huff of disbelief leaving his throat. You… had feelings for him?

You didn’t seem to catch his change in expression when you laughed nervously, shaking your head in a complete flustered mess. “I-I mean, that’s just my personal feelings or maybe I’m just feeling sentimental, o-or maybe I was too caught up in the vibe of the place I started blurting random shit—”

His lips curled into a knowing smile, his mind and heart syncing into doing what he wanted to do for the longest time. This makes it easier for me then to… “Listen! I completely understand if you’re uncomfortable with this. That’s just so I can let go some brewing emotions in me! You can just treat my blabbering platonically if that makes it better—”

You couldn’t say more as Jotaro took the initiative to lean forward and plant a soft yet firm kiss on your lips.

His way of confessing.

He drew back, slow and careful, gauging your reaction with hooded eyes to see how you responded. You froze on the spot, stunned and fuming pink all over. The delinquent cleared his throat and tipped his hat over his face to hide his own heated cheeks. “You really can’t shut up at all, can you?”

He figured that both parties had expressed what needed to be said, and he made a move to get up and walk away to recoil from his growing embarrassment. However, he let out a surprised sound as a hand yanked on his collar chain, pulling him to sit back on the grass.

At the same time, you threw yourself to him and gave him a firm kiss of your own, wrapping your arms around his neck and causing his hat to fall off his head. With the sudden weight, he held himself up with one arm behind him and used the other to wrap around your waist, holding you close to him as he reciprocated your gesture.

You pulled back an inch to let out a breathless giggle, pressing your forehead with his. “Mm I really can’t. Why don’t you shut me up more often then?”

Jotaro chuckled for once with a small playful smile. “You brat.”

“You ass.” You teased before leaning forward to slot your plush lips with his, gently pushing his head towards you the same time he sat more upright to allow his other arm to secure your body closer to him.

Just then, his heart swelled with unexpected joy underneath the glow of the stars, and all those emotions in him that had been vague and stagnant turned clear and into motion.

He liked you and you liked him back.

As simple as that.

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

#7, fluff!!!!

FRIEND, YOU'RE THE FIRST ONE! Thank you for playing 💕 Happy Monday! I hope you like it:)

You and Harry were on cloud 9. You had just married your best friend and favorite person in the world. Well, more like eloped in Italy with about 20 of your closest friends and family. They had all taken off and you two had officially started your honey moon. The day was warm as you stood out on the veranda, taking in some sunshine as you waited for your coffee to finish brewing. You weren't surprised when you felt Harry come up behind you and hug you tight.

"Morning, Mrs. Styles." his deep and raspy morning voice made your skin rise with goosebumps.

"Morning, Mr. Styles." you responded with a smile as he kissed the side of your head, "Do you feel any different after leveling up?" you asked him and he immediately started to chuckle.

"Leveling up, you said?" he asked and you giggled and nodded, "I really like that...very clever." he hummed and you turned around in his hold to face him with a smile. His smile grew as you were now face to face, just slightly leaning back so that you could fully look at him as he kept you upright.

"Thank you! I've been hanging on to that for at least 3 months!" you admitted and he laughed a bit more as you joined him.

"You're so cute, you know that?"

"You tell me every day." you smiled and he leaned down to kiss your lips gently. "H?"

"Yes, my love?" he asked you.

"I know we like, want to keep things super on the DL, but I really want to post something cute. I really love that close up Lloyd took of us right before we did the reveal. I want to post it so bad." you slightly pouted at him.

"You can. You should! " he encouraged you with a grin and you smiled.

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Positive! I'll do it too." he said and you searched his eyes.

"You don't have to." you assured him.

You knew how he was about posting private things online. You didn't want to make him feel like he had to do that just because you wanted to commemorate your wedding on your own page. You just really loved that picture and you had never, ever posted anything with him actually in it during your entire 4 years together. When he'd tour and you were at a show you'd post a video of him performing on your story or something like that, but you only posted him when he was working. Yeah, there were things on there that were about him or had his things in it or times when he might've even been right there with you, but his face wasn't on your page in any capacity and you weren't on his either. You didn't even have anything on there from when you got engaged. But this picture was perfect because it was just your mouths as you kissed his cheek right before he saw you in your wedding dress for the first time. It was such a special and tender moment that really meant a lot to you. It still kept details like your wedding dress and his own suit all for yourselves and your guests, but it was a little peek into that moment.

"Baby, you're the love of my life. My wife! I want people to know that I'm your husband or at least speculate about it. This is the best decision I ever made and our wedding was the happiest day of my life. I want to commemorate it too." he assured you and you smiled.

"I love you. You're the best, you know that?"

"So I've been told." he hummed haughtily and you grinned, "But ummm, I need to tell you something important." he said with a playful gleam in his eyes.

"OK, what is it?"

"Well it's two things... first off, I love you most. And second, if we go public that means you can't escape my love... like ever." he said with a bright smile.

"Lucky for you I agreed to that yesterday." you hummed and he chuckled as he leaned in to kiss you. Your lips met slowly but with fervor, the kiss was romantic and made you feel like it was just you two in the world. Well, it kind of was for the next 3 weeks of your honeymoon.

It was later in the day when you got around to posting the picture. Naturally, your phone was blowing up, but when you checked it again you smiled as you saw Harry's comment and how people were freaking out. He didn't even bother being cryptic...but that's why you loved him, he always wanted you to know that you were important to him.

"How's that for letting people know I'm your husband?" you heard from behind you as you smiled down at your phone and you turned around as he grinned at you.

"It's perfect." you smiled.

"Good. I love you, baby." he hummed as you hugged him tight.

"I love you." you whispered happily.

[sebastianswallows]

hi! could i request a little something unconventional? i was thinking something where ominisXmc (or any other pair) had a daughter and seb becomes infatuated with her (she’s of age and reciprocates) and he has to show her how to “love” so to speak. i’m a sucker for age difference

Hi, nonny! Oh my, but this is a naughty one 😅

As a little disclaimer, I don't really think Seb would do this, he'd feel too guilty doing it to Ominis' daughter, and he'd also feel like a bit of an uncle-figure (which complicates matters further haha).

But yeah, have a smutfic of Sebastian healing an emotionally neglected girl with orgasms 💕 Enjoy, my dear!! Mwah 😘

You better be careful what you wish for, btw, because I ship Ominis with Anne, so that would have given this fic a whole nother angle of kink 😂 But I paired him with MC <3

— PAIRING: Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader

— WARNINGS: smut, angst, age difference (39 vs 19), vaginal fingering, size difference, frottage

— WORDCOUNT: 12k (another long one 😭)

The first time Sebastian met her, she was only a few years old. It was in many ways a memorable day, yet for the longest time seemed so forgettable. Most of his time had been spent travelling either around the country or abroad, chasing relics for private collectors, breaking curses, and occasionally smuggling the odd forbidden artefact… Seeing the Gaunts had been relegated to a special treat, as he hardly had time to visit his friends and their new family.

He’d been to Ominis’ wedding — as best man, no less — when he wed their childhood friend. It was not long after their graduation, as was often the case with wealthy pureblood families. Sebastian was happy for them. He’d caused them so much trouble, after all, dragging them into his search for the cure that afflicted Anne, then making them accomplices, in a way, to his uncle's murder… He hadn’t thought much of it during 5th year when everything seemed urgent and risks didn’t matter. In retrospect, between what befell his family and the fight against Ranrock, that had been a year most mad for all involved.

Sebastian first met little Miss Gaunt a few years before she was due to attend Hogwarts. At around the age he and Anne had lost their parents, in fact… Ominis and his wife had a modest little mansion that they made the most of, his older brother having inherited the bulk of the family fortune.

They had lunch and dinner, and Sebastian stayed with them overnight, and they went out for a picnic the next day. Their daughter was a bit shy, but she loved running in the sunshine. They all enjoyed the picnic while keeping an eye on her, but she never got into trouble — nothing like he and Anne when they were children.

The next time he saw her, she was in her 5th year. He had just arrived from France and was yearning for some old-fashioned English hospitality. Ominis offered to host him for a few weeks and Sebastian was looking forward to spending time with his best friends again. Their house was more stern and sparsely decorated than he remembered, but it was blissfully cool inside.

He’d just been there one day when the Gaunt daughter arrived from school for summer break. He almost didn’t recognise her, although she seemed to recognise him.

“What do you say, dear?” Her mother wrapped an arm around her back and held her tightly to her side, looking down at the girl with a thin smile.

“Hello, Uncle Sebastian.”

“Good girl. Now go take your things upstairs.”

He smiled warmly at her and tipped his head in a polite salute before she went up to her room, carrying her luggage. She’d been sweet, there was no cause to mention to her that he hated being called Uncle, for personal reasons… He wondered if Ominis or his wife ever realised it.

“We try to encourage her to be more independent, not rely on house elves,” said Mrs Gaunt as they went into the tearoom where Ominis was. “We didn’t have anyone to wait on us hand and foot when we were growing up, did we? So it’s best she doesn’t get accustomed to how they do things in Ominis’ family.”

“A bit of pampering never hurt anyone though,” said Sebastian, who at her age would have cherished a little bit of luxury.

“She’s spoiled enough,” said her mother, waving her hand dismissively.

Lunches and dinners were quite formal, with rich but measured dishes. The house elves apparated the meals on the heavy wooden table, but Mrs Gaunt and her daughter took them away after the meal was over while Ominis and Sebastian talked.

They discussed Ominis’ side of things more often than not and tried not to talk about Sebastian’s work, but it was clear questions lingered in the air. Why was he away for so long? What did he do on the continent? Who was he working for? And why did he sound so, so tired… Still, Ominis learned very little about what Sebastian was doing. It was for the best.

Meanwhile, as the weeks progressed, Sebastian learned a great deal more about the Gaunts. Subtle as Ominis normally was, he never shied away from criticising his family, and he took particular delight in talking about them now. They weren’t fairing well, Sebastian found out, losing vast sums to gambling or debts or irrational expenses. Ominis and his wife kept their part of the family afloat through careful management, and they shared none of it with his estranged siblings.

“Is that why you’re so spartan about everything?” asked Sebastian with a smirk as they drank firewhisky at the empty dinner table.

“I’m only being reasonable,” said Ominis. “We both agreed on it.”

“You and your wife?”

“Yes.”

“I just hope you’re not pulling the belt a bit too tightly…”

“Oh, come now, do you live in the lap of luxury?”

“You know I don’t…”

“So?”

Sebastian smiled tightly and sipped his drink again. “It does not make for a particularly charming childhood, that is my one observation, if I may…”

“You don’t think we’re being too strict, do you?”

“I just hope you’re not trying to compensate for anything through her…”

“We’re not,” said Ominis firmly. “She has a more privileged childhood than I ever had…”

“Just because you’re not practising Crucio on her does not mean she’s—”

“Sebastian, please,” he frowned, “I never should have asked…”Ominis took another drink to calm his nerves and sighed. “She’s a little shy, maybe, but she’s always been like that. She has the very best —”

“She wasn’t like that the last time I visited.”

Sebastian wasn’t sure why he’d even broached this subject, why he was challenging Ominis. The Gaunt family were within their rights to conduct themselves as they saw fit, and he, a bachelor, hardly had a say in this.

“She was five years old then,” said Ominis sternly.

“So?”

“So children change as they grow up… Really, Sebastian, I’d have thought you of all people understand that. I certainly thought you’ve changed over the years… Perhaps I was wrong.”

Sebastian sighed and dropped the subject — as he always did whenever Ominis brought up what happened in his fifth year. It was like he constantly held it above his head, that and every other mistake he’d made, waiting to drop it on him whenever he stepped out of line.

He wondered if Ominis did the same with his daughter…

He saw her on rare occasions other than at lunch and dinner, sometimes throughout the house or when they were both out in the garden.

She wasn’t much for talking, although she liked it when Sebastian showed her new spells. They sat together on the little stone bench beneath an ageing chestnut tree, and Sebastian would make its falling white petals form shapes in mid-air, birds and foxes and wolves, and have them run after each other.

“Which one do you bet on?” he asked as he directed the chase with his wand.

“The wolf,” she said with a laugh. “He’s the fastest and the strongest.”

“Really? Well, let’s see…”

By the end of the slow, floating chase, the bird had won. It took refuge high in the branches and ruffled its petal feathers at its pursuers below.

“How about that?” smiled Sebastian, looking fondly down at her.

The girl laughed, her smile weak and awkward, as she looked up at the free flower-bird. But she was still so different from the carefree child he’d seen years ago…

Sebastian left a week after that and only kept in touch with Ominis through Owls. He learned about how their family’s prospects slowly improved, how they moved to a new house, the ill fate that befell other Gaunts, and then about their daughter’s graduation. She’d been decisively average in her N.E.W.T.s, to the disappointment of both her parents, but Ominis said that, aside from that, “she was doing well”. It sounded like make-believe.

Sebastian visited them two years later. He’d just finished a lengthy and rather harrowing job in southern Spain, one that had gone quite wrong. A few deaths occurred. All in all, Sebastian was keen to get away from it, to go back home in colder climes, and forget all about it.

The Gaunts, conveniently, were vacationing on the Isle of Arran and invited Sebastian to join. He gladly accepted. They were renting a house near Sannox by the sea and boasted of daily excursions.

“We’re going up Goatfell Mountain tomorrow,” said Mrs Gaunt after she showed him his room. “Do you wish to join?”

“Sure,” he smiled, “why not?”

The house was old but solid, with thick brick walls and smooth wooden floors, old furniture, and a lovely view. The sound of the waves never ceased.

Little Miss Gaunt was staying in the room next to his on the 1st floor. Before he saw her around the house, Sebastian had wondered whether she was even there, as they hardly mentioned her and she didn’t make a sound from her room. But she came down at dinnertime, and they all ate together in the living room on the ground floor.

She smiled at him the first time she saw him, and gave him another “Hello, Uncle Sebastian.”

She was a bit taller than last time and had lost some of the baby fat of her younger years. Her dress that first evening was a frilly thing with colours that didn’t suit her. It was clearly chosen for her by her mother, in the hope that it would feminise her a bit…

It became obvious during dinner that the girl would rather have been anywhere else. Sebastian had often felt that way with the sordid sorts of wizards he had to deal with in his work…

Mr and Mrs Gaunt chatted away, asking obliquely about the sort of things Sebastian had done in Spain. They veered very quickly to talking about how their former schoolmates were doing when it became obvious Sebastian’s dealings weren’t fit for dinner conversation. The girl picked at her food and drank a great deal of water and just kept quiet while her parents spoke incessantly about other people — who got married, who died, who went on to work where…

“We’d like for her to either find someone nice, or at least get some employment,” said Mrs Gaunt at one point, looking at her daughter pointedly, who ignored her. “But,” she sighed, “no such hope thus far.”

“It will be alright,” said Ominis. “Things will fall into place in due time.”

“You can’t keep speaking like that,” said his wife. “Especially not around her. She’ll grow complacent.” She then turned to Sebastian with an air of tired exasperation. “To get her to go out into society is like pulling teeth. Took tremendous effort to have her join us on this trip. But it will do her good to be out in nature, don’t you think?”

“Oh, of course,” said Sebastian, smiling awkwardly. “I remember she used to love being out in nature, isn’t that right?” he asked, leaning over a little to see the girl just past her mother. She didn’t look up from her plate.

“She used to frolic like a goat when she was little,” Mrs Gaunt laughed. “What a darling, she was… Oh, but those days are long gone, she’s no fun at all anymore.” The woman turned to her daughter and tucked her hair behind her ear, holding her heavy jewelled earring in her palm for a moment to assess it, as if it might’ve broken while the girl wore it. “Isn’t that right, dear?”

Sebastian wasn’t sure if he could call it tension, that which was between the daughter and her parents. She was sullen more than resentful or angry… But there was definitely resentment there as she was spoken of and pawed at like a doll while simultaneously criticised for being… herself.

Their trip to Goatfell Mountain the next day was a chance to relax. Mr and Mrs Gaunt were quite happy to undertake the trip, which was two hours away from where they stayed, while Sebastian and Miss Gaunt walked behind them — sometimes together, sometimes apart. They didn’t speak much aside from pleasantries, and coordinating with each other as they climbed the smooth, thick rocks that made the mountainside.

But Sebastian didn’t feel she was the same around him as she was around her parents. She was lost in thought and distant, sure, but the undercurrent of anxiety that seemed to normally grip her was abated.

“You must be relieved to be done with classes,” said Sebastian as he helped her up a slope.

“A bit, yes,” she said, still quite reserved. She clung to his hand, her grip reedy but strong.

“So what plans do you have now that you’re free?”

“Please, don’t you ask me that too,” she said, begging almost.

“Alright,” he chuckled. “Sorry. Sounded a bit too much like your mother there, didn’t I?”

She said nothing, but he knew it was the truth.

“At least you can practice magic out of school grounds now whenever you like,” he said. “What was your favourite subject?”

“I didn’t really have any,” she said, walking slow and cautious on the slippery rocks, holding her skirt up to watch the ground. “I liked the thing you did with the petals last time though…” she said after a short silence.

“You remember that?” grinned Sebastian. “That was just a bit of coordinated levitation… I could teach it to you, if you want.”

She looked briefly at him from the corner of her eyes and smiled in a tight, awkward way. “Father says you work with dark magic…”

“Well… That’s not the only magic I know.”

He felt uncomfortable, confessing this to her like that. He didn’t know what she thought of dark magic, but if it was anything like Ominis, it wasn’t good. Still, she didn’t seem to recoil from him after that, although she was so hard to read, always in her shell…

After a slow trek, all four of them reached the summit. It was a flat and grey expanse with a beautiful view of green hills behind them, and the sea ahead. The clouds were low and soft, mere vapours teasing a hint of blue sky between their folds.

Sebastian sat down to catch his breath, his hat resting on his knee, while Ominis and his wife did the same a few feet away. His wife was describing the scene to him, although Sebastian was sure his friend could feel the view, somehow, through the air, through the far sound of the sea, through the soft moss that grew on the granite and the lichen that spotted it. He smiled watching the two of them, nearly unchanged since childhood. Could he say the same? All he had to show for the passing years were a few grey hairs and new wrinkles.

Miss Gaunt joined him, sitting just an arm’s length away. His smile widened upon seeing her.

“Well?” asked Sebastian. “Was it worth the trouble to come all the way up here?”

“No,” she said, sounding quite bored. But then she broke into a little smile and looked down again. She was pretending to be more grumpy than she really was…

“Not very exciting, I suppose,” he shrugged, playing along with her. “Perhaps you’d have more fun in the city.”

“I think I would like that,” she said.

Sebastian looked at her, pleasantly surprised by this hint of her enthusiasm.

She wore a dark grey skirt today, with buttons on the side, and a white shirt embroidered with flowers which fluttered around her figure in the wind. The lace collar lapped against her neck. Her hair, though ruffled slightly from their journey, sat neatly pinned beneath her broad straw hat. She kept her hand on top of it so that the wind wouldn’t blow it away.

“I could take you, you know,” he offered. “When I go back to London.”

She looked at him with something like fear or surprise. “N-no, thank you,” said the girl, smiling awkwardly. “I don’t think mother would let me.”

“Why not?” said Sebastian. “I could ask her. I’m sure she —”

“No, no —”

“But you’re so unhappy with them...”

She stopped whatever she was about to say and could only give a tight, painful smile in response.

Sebastian felt sorry to have been so blunt, but as he looked into her eyes, he could tell they had finally reached a real, uncompromising understanding together, something other than the stilted, tepid pleasantries of family friends.

He leaned over and placed his hand on hers, and could feel the warmth of her hand through the gloves.

“I’m leaving for London at the end of the week,” said Sebastian. “I know an apothecary who lets a room above his shop on Diagon Alley, you’d be very comfortable there… I could show you around, show you the best bookstores and dressmakers. You can meet new people there, maybe meet a boy,” he smiled.

“No,” she said, suddenly looking down and blushing.

“Alright, no boys,” he chuckled. “But do you want to come? You don’t have to stay long…”

She didn’t say anything, but he could see her looking to the side, thinking about it. Sebastian gave her another encouraging squeeze of the hand and then released her.

“Why don’t you try being on your best behaviour today?” he suggested, fiddling with the rim of his hat. “Put your parents in a good mood, make them more amenable.”

“How could I be on my best behaviour?” she asked, frowning up at him slightly. She clearly resented his request.

Sebastian thought about it for a moment. What would parents like hers want to see? They clearly had no patience for her more childish inclinations, her savage and withdrawn demeanour… He’d heard her mother describe her daughter as a “wild creature” on more than one occasion — not as some untamed thing, because she was in many ways quite docile, but as someone completely apart from civilization. They wanted her to perform: in school, in society, and now in adult life. And their daughter had fallen short on all fronts.

In spite of her quietness and her poor grades, she wasn’t dumb. She could sense their disappointment and naturally resented them for it. Sebastian realised with a clench of his heart that the love she had received so far was always conditional.

“Walk with your back straight,” he said matter-of-factly, “and walk a bit more in front, rather than always behind them. Smile a little, if you can, and speak up a bit more when you have a thought.”

The girl shook her head. “They criticise me whatever I say. Whatever opinion I share is stupid. Whatever thing I like is in poor taste… And they do tell me to smile more, but when I do, they say how ugly I look doing it.”

Sebastian sighed. He’d met people like that before. In fact, his Uncle Solomon was such a character. Nothing his nephew ever did was good enough...

Sebastian didn’t wish to blame his childhood friends for ending up being such parents, but he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of resentment toward them too. He had to remind himself that he’d never had children, and he never knew what difficulty that entailed.

“Walk with me, then, when we return. We can pretend to be chatting.”

She nodded and smiled at him gratefully, with just a hint of embarrassment. It took a while for Sebastian to realise she wasn’t embarrassed to be in his company, but to be offered help…

Mr and Mrs Gaunt led the way as they descended Goatfell, the woman boasting of the sketches she’d made of the landscape. She’d drawn with particularly deep strokes so that Ominis could feel them too.

“But it doesn’t compare to the colours, does it?” she asked, turning her head to Sebastian and her daughter who walked a few steps behind. “So cold and yet so alive…”

“Bunch of grey rocks and grey water,” her daughter mumbled only loud enough for Sebastian to hear.

He hid his grin behind his fist.

But she made an effort to follow his advice somewhat and walked like a proper lady beside him rather than a morose teenager dragged along by her parents. And they didn’t have to pretend to chat, as conversation came easily to them.

“So what is there to do on Diagon Alley except shop for school supplies?”

“Well, that’s where most of the wizarding businesses are, these days. Bookstores, broomstores, potioneers, anything you could ever want. You’d be surprised at how much there is to see there, how much you haven’t seen when you were just getting your school books and a cauldron…”

“And Knockturn Alley?” she asked with a cautious tone.

“Now how do you know about that?”

She shrugged. No doubt Ominis had told her about it… Warned her about it.

“Well, it’s not something you should concern yourself with. That’s no place for a young lady.”

“Oh…” She sounded disappointed.

Sebastian didn’t talk to the Gaunts about taking her to London that evening, nor the next, but the day before he left he brought it up with Mrs Gaunt after dinner. She and the girl were in the kitchen, one using magic to wash the dishes, the other to dry them.

Mrs Gaunt seemed sceptical at first and gave her daughter an apprehensive look, but underneath that, Sebastian could tell she saw the potential benefits… It was easier, he knew from experience, for him to convince her of an idea, and for her to convince Ominis.

A few carefully placed words and two weeks later, and he Floo the girl into Diagon Alley.

“Let me carry that,” said Sebastian, leaning down to pick up her suitcases as she brushed the green dust off her skirt.

“Oh no, I can —” she immediately said.

“Nonsense. Let me be a gentleman for you.”

“Well, if you —”

“On one condition.”

“What?” she asked, a bit startled by his suddenly serious tone.

“Never call me ‘Uncle Sebastian’ again.”

“Oh, alright,” she laughed.

Sebastian had arranged for her to stay above the apothecary he’d mentioned before, on a street not far from where he lived.

“My flat is just around the corner, there,” he pointed out from the window. “Around there, and to the right, then a left, and it’s in a big redbrick building.”

“I’m not sure I’ll remember that,” she frowned, looking out the window with him. “But thank you… I’ll try to pay you back, you know.”

“Don’t even think about it,” said Sebastian as they turned their attention inside the room. “It’s my gift. To compensate for never bringing you anything from my trips,” he smiled.

“I don’t think father would’ve accepted them anyway,” she said with a timid smile. “He never seemed to like the places you went to.”

“Yes, I thought as much…”

“But they never seemed so bad. France, Spain, Switzerland… I never understood what was so bad about your trips. I wished I could go sometimes.”

“Well, maybe someday, you will,” he smiled down at her fondly. “Hopefully for pleasure though, not business.”

She bit her lip and looked up at him for a moment, then down again. Sebastian played with the rim of his hat and looked around. The room was furnished but was quite sternly decorated. It was yearning to be filled.

“I shall let you settle in, then,” he said after an awkward silence. “We can meet for lunch.”

They met for lunch every day after that, and for dinner too. In between that, if Sebastian had time to spare — and he made sure to have plenty for her — he’d show her his favourite shops, a different one each day. He led her through the streets that she visited before each school year, but he could tell she looked at them with different eyes now. She could go anywhere, buy anything — within her budget — and stay in any place for as little or as long as she liked. When they grew bored of Diagon Alley, they went through Muggle London. He showed her where all the nice lady shops were too, although he confessed to not knowing much of them.

Against her protestations, he bought her a few things, trinkets mostly and souvenirs, nothing so expensive that would make her feel indebted to him. She looked guilty to receive anything at all, and it broke his heart to see it.

He knew Ominis and his wife didn’t deprive her of anything growing up, but somehow they’d raised a child that felt unworthy of receiving positive attention… Whether they tried too hard to make her self-sufficient or Ominis complained too much about his wasteful family, something had gone wrong somewhere. Sebastian knew it wasn’t his place to fix it, but it was hard to hold himself back… He felt so at peace when he was around her, so at home, more than he ever remembered feeling in long, long years.

She had put his gifts away each time into her purse and sometimes didn’t even open them, choosing instead to look down morosely and change the subject to something else. He couldn’t help but feel unwanted by the time two weeks were over, and was surprised by how much it hurt. Somehow, the thought of not being good enough for her was devastating to him, although the implications were perverse — as were his dreams at night, increasingly, the longer they spent time together.

But then one evening he walked her to her flat after a day of walking around the furthest edges of Diagon Alley, close to where Knockturn Alley was. She’d been understandably apprehensive the whole time, although he reassured her they would not cross over into it. Still, there were tendrils of dark magic floating in the air that any witch could sense.

He didn’t know what possessed him to walk her all the way to the door, and further in. Perhaps he just wanted to make sure she felt safe — and besides, she didn’t stop him.

She seemed a bit shy about letting him in though, unable to meet his eyes or stand still. As he wished her good night, he realised why.

On the little vanity, lined up around the mirror, were all the gifts he’d given her. The thin silver bracelet hung around the neck of a wooden cat figurine like some long and fancy necklace, the enamel box stood open holding a jar of enchanted red ink and a fimble embossed with flowers, the journal he had monogrammed with her initials lay beneath a new pair of calfskin gloves, and the silk scarf with a flexing snake on it was coiled by its side.

He forgot whatever he was saying, lips parting in a smile, and after taking it all in, he looked at her again.

For her party, the girl felt quite stupid. She’d never blushed so fiercely, and although it was too late now, she took her hat off and moved to block Sebastian’s view of the vanity.

“So you did like the things I got you,” he said cheerfully.

“I never said I didn’t,” she muttered, going to hang the hat on the back of the chair.

“You let me think so, though,” he said, frowning at her but speaking with a playful tone.

“Well, I’m sorry…”

“But why don’t you wear any of them?” asked Sebastian, stepping quickly around her to look at them again.

She turned toward him, squeezing the fingers of one hand in the other. “I didn’t wish to ruin them…”

Sebastian looked at her. “How would you ruin them?”

She shrugged.

And he thought they made such progress while they were together… She spoke more, spoke openly, shared her opinions with him however harsh or strange — and he’d been surprised to find out she had really strong opinions about certain things, which made him wonder at the true depth of her internal life, her thoughts, her feelings, everything she kept hidden from the world.

He sighed, and went to pick up the silver bracelet. It was a chain of tightly interlocking links on the front side of which a marcasite-encrusted serpent coiled. He set his hat on the desk and placed his gloves there too, and unclasped the bracelet.

“Here,” he said, turning toward her. “Give me your hand.”

She extended her left hand to him, and Sebastian locked it around her little wrist. He held her hand in his and looked at it. Silver suited her complexion well…

“See? Not ruined,” he smiled, holding her gaze.

The girl smiled tensely and looked at the bracelet. It was too sad a smile for Sebastian to bear.

“What are you thinking?” he quietly asked.

“That if I use them, I’ll break them or stain them or lose them somewhere...”

“But if you just have them lying around, they’ll last longer?”

She nodded.

“Well, I’m flattered to know they mean so much to you,” he smiled. “But I’d rather you use them and ruin them than not use them at all. I bought them for you, for you to enjoy. And you can’t enjoy them when they’re just sitting there,” he chuckled.

She smiled a little wider, her eyes still aimed down. Sebastian’s grip went up from her fingers to close around her wrist, cupping it in his hand, gently pushing her sleeve away. He could almost hear her breath catch in her throat. When he looked at her face again, he found her looking back at him.

He didn’t know what he saw in her eyes, and couldn’t begin to guess what she was seeing in his. And before he could think of what to say, the girl stretched up on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around him. She pulled her body close to his, and by instinct, by sheer need, he held her to him. In the silence between them, he could sense so much, so many things she left unsaid but which he keenly felt.

“What’s wrong, my dear?” he asked, rubbing a hand up and down her back. “Hmm? Why are you so sad? Do you miss your parents?”

He could feel her shaking her head.

“Do you wish to go elsewhere? Are you tired of this place?” he chuckled. “I know these aren’t the most glamourous accommodations, but…”

She shook her head again.

Sebastian held her tightly to him and sighed. “Are you in love?” he asked.

She stayed still this time, frozen in his arms.

“You’re lovesick? Is that it?” He laughed and pulled her closer.

The girl didn’t answer, but Sebastian didn’t need her to. They held each other, basking in each other’s warmth, and he noticed he could feel her heartbeat against his chest.

Sebastian couldn’t help but wonder who this boy was that she loved, where she even met him. Maybe it was a handsome young clerk in one of the shops they visited, or someone she’d spotted at a restaurant when they were having lunch, or maybe — Merlin forbid — a muggle she saw when they were out in London… For some reason, all of those ideas made him feel strange, uncomfortable, and quite a bit angry.

“Who is it, then?” he asked, putting a smile on his face as he leaned away to look down at her face again.

The girl looked up at him and wouldn’t say a word, instead biting her lip to keep quiet. He’d seen such secretive moods from her before, but none that were so deep, that hung so heavily over their conversation.

“I promise I won’t tell your parents. It’s just an innocent crush, I suppose, right?”

It took some effort and courage on her part, but finally, she nodded.

Sebastian gave a deep sigh. “So, who is it?” he asked again, his broad hand coming up to cup her cheek. “You can tell me…”

“I don’t think I can.”

“Why? Don’t you know his name?”

“I do…”

“And?”

She kept looking at him with those large, sad eyes. He had hoped that by now she would’ve learned he was her friend…

“Is it someone you… shouldn’t like?” he tried.

She nodded.

“I see… Well, you’re a clever girl to realise it. In that case, perhaps it’s best you put him out of your mind.”

He suddenly remembered how long he’d been holding her, and although he wanted nothing more than to comfort the girl all night, he began to let her go.

“Uncle Seb— Sebastian,” she said quickly, “it’s… it’s not a boy.”

He froze and looked at her, wondering what she meant. “What is it then?” he asked. “It’s not a goblin, is it?” he asked, teasing her.

“No!” she laughed, looking down again. “It’s…”

But she couldn’t speak, couldn’t say it. Her hands left his shoulders and went down to his waist, pulling him close to her again, begging wordlessly for another hug. He couldn’t deny her. Sebastian sighed deeply with a smile as he held her to his chest.

He wished he could help her, make all her dreams come true, and give her the comfort and the love she’d never had enough of. His hand came up and pet the back of her head, trying not to ruffle her carefully pinned hair. The feeling of it sent shivers down his spine that he didn’t think he should experience. Her breath hitched at the sensation, and with a subtle step forward, she pressed herself more firmly to his front. Sebastian swallowed an embarrassing moan and tried to turn his hips away, but then she leaned back, pressing her head deeper in his hand, and looked up at him as if waiting for something.

“Who are you thinking of?” he asked in a low voice, hoping that she told him of someone, anyone, to drive away his unworthy desires. “Who is it?” he asked, his hand coming up to cup her cheek.

The girl swallowed the knot in her throat, terrified by the intensity of his gaze. Her face flushed red and her eyes teared up, but she worked up the courage to lean up, and wrap her arms around his neck, and kiss his cheek.

Sebastian could have died on the spot. His arms tightened around her as if he really would have died if he didn’t have her to cling to... Could she do that? Could she kiss him? When her lips parted from his skin, he turned his head and kissed her cheek as well. His hands began to tremble as he realised who she had meant…

“…Me?” he asked, clinging more tightly to her. “D-do you mean me?”

She nodded, her soft cheek brushing against his.

Sebastian sighed from the depth of his chest and moaned. “How could you do that?” he asked with a shaky laugh. “How could you mean me? I’m… I…”

He was nearly forty years old, and she wasn’t yet twenty. As if that wasn’t enough, she was the daughter of his two best friends. He couldn’t imagine doing that to Ominis — whatever that was, because he certainly had no intention of compromising her or… or…

Slowly, she pulled away from him, the hug relaxing in a loose holding of hands. “Oh,” she said, and she sounded so dejected. Whatever tension was on her face before faded, her eyes downcast, her mouth frowning.

“I don’t mean that… that you’re… I mean, that I don’t…” Sebastian cursed quietly. “I don’t mean that you’re not charming and beautiful and…” She looked up at him and took his breath away again. “And lovely,” he finished.

“So it’s just that you don’t like me,” she said, seeming to have decided for him that she wasn’t good enough.

“No,” he said, his hand cupping her cheek firmly, “that’s not it. What I meant was… that you shouldn’t like me.”

“I know that, but do you think I can help it?”

The sudden resolve in her surprised him. Sebastian chuckled softly, his thumb tracing circles on her cheek.

“No, I don’t imagine you can help it,” he replied, his voice low and soft. “And to be honest, I can’t either.”

The girl looked up at him quizzically, seemingly torn between hoping he said what she thought he did, and fearing that he didn’t. He wasn’t usually so hard to read, he was certainly more expressive and open than her, but right now, his gaze was thoroughly impenetrable.

Sebastian fought against himself, against the last lingering denial of what he felt for her, but he knew it had reached its end.

“I only want what’s best for you. Do you know that?” he asked.

“Yes?” she quietly said.

“And this isn’t what’s best for you.”

“What is, then?” she frowned.

“You deserve to be loved,” he said tenderly. “To know what it’s like to be loved, to know that you… you deserve it.”

She bit her lip, and he could tell his words hurt her somehow, reminding her of what she lacked in life. His thumb caressed her cheek again.

“I can’t do that to you, though,” he chuckled nervously. “Your father would kill me.”

“I would never tell him,” she said, her hands fisting at the back of his coat.

“That isn’t the sort of thing you should say…”

“I don’t care what I should or shouldn’t say. What about what I want?”

He swallowed thickly and groaned, feeling himself crumble before her.

“You bought me all these things,” the girl continued, looking plaintively and angrily into his eyes, “but you won’t… won’t…”

“Won’t what?” he asked. “Can you even say it?”

She frowned again, her eyes tearing with frustration at her own shyness.

“You say I deserve to be l-loved,” she mumbled, peeking up at him for scant seconds. “But if you won’t do it, who will?”

Sebastian whimpered deep in his throat. He had nothing to say to that.

“Do you want me to find someone else?” she asked.

“No,” said Sebastian instantly, his grip around her waist tightening.

The girl, impish little thing, smiled victoriously.

“Then why won’t you show me?” she whispered, standing on her tiptoes again to reach closer to him, her head tilting dreamily, her eyes large and vulnerable and full of hope. “Just because I shouldn’t like you that way? Nobody else likes me but you, anyway” she said, sounding terribly sad where only a second ago she was flirtatious.

“That isn’t true,” said Sebastian, shaking his head.

“It feels that way to me.”

He shook his head again, but he had no way to contradict her because he felt as if he was the only one in the world who truly loved her — and what madness it was to admit it — who truly wanted her, top to bottom, the whole of her, for himself.

“Do you… have someone else?”

“No,” he admitted.

“Then, why not…”

“I told you, your father, both your parents in fact —”

“They don’t care about what I want,” she said, “so why should I care about what they want?”

He laughed. Her frown deepened thinking that he laughed at her.

“Never knew you were so headstrong,” he said, both hands coming up to cup her face.

She whimpered at the warm touch from him, so close to being caressed and yet still held so far from him, from the only man who ever made her feel anything.

He tilted his head and leaned in closer until she could feel his breath on her lips. “I can’t give you what you want,” he sighed, his eyes searching hers. “But I… I can show you how I feel.”

She looked up at him again, a thread of hope winding around her heart.

“And show you what… what you really feel too,” he added with a teasing smile.

The girl barely opened her mouth to ask what he meant when he dipped down to kiss her.

She winced in surprise at the touch of his lips and her whole body felt alight. She didn’t know when she closed her eyes, but within a few heartbeats she was lost to his embrace, knowing nothing else in the world but his touch — big, warm, rough hands around her jaws, tilting her head upward, plump, chapped lips surrounded by an evening stubble caressing her mouth, breath tickling her cheek...

When he pulled back to catch his breath, she nearly chased after him. It had been her first kiss, and she could hardly imagine anything more exhilarating. The feelings that were rushing through her made her dizzy, but looking into his eyes steadied her. Still, she keenly feared his rejection. She knew what she wanted from him was wrong, but was too hungry for his love to care.

“Why can’t you give me what I want?” she spoke with a hint of desperation.

“You know why, sweetheart,” he smiled, his eyes growing sad at the sight of her so needy. “But… I can still love you. Show you how much I love you,” he said. “Is that enough for now?”

The girl frowned but nodded eagerly, the longing of months and years finally spilling over. She leaned in for another kiss. Sebastian chuckled at her eagerness and gave her what she wanted, while they both tried not to think of how illicit, how wrong this was. They kissed in the centre of the room until they both were breathless, and he felt her finally calm down. Against his chest, he felt her heart beat steadily.

“Did I give you your first kiss, my lovely one?” he asked.

She nodded.

“And your second one?”

“Y-yes…”

Sebastian chuckled and leaned down to kiss her again. She moaned into his mouth.

“And your third?” he sighed against her lips.

She whimpered and clung to his cravat, pulling him down to kiss her again, and he smiled against her mouth. She seemed to like being kissed, so he put all his care into it. His lips nipped hers, then covered them for long, languid caresses, and his hands went up from her waist to the bottom of her ribs, squeezing her gently.

With a moan, he parted from her again and looked at her. He couldn’t help but give her another little peck on the lips before stepping away. The girl whined, her arms reaching for him. It made Sebastian grin at how greedy she’d become…

“May I?” he asked with his hands on the lapels of his jacket.

“Oh,” she whispered, “oh, erm, yes…” He was planning something, she could tell.

He smiled fondly at her and took his jacket off, hanging it on the back of the chair beside her vanity. “Why don’t you sit down, my lovely one?” he said.

She blushed fiercely but did as he said, and went to sit down on the bed, her body facing his.

“Take your boots off,” he said as he unbuttoned his vest. “And your drawers, too.”

Her heart skipped a beat when she heard his words. Without taking her eyes off him, she leaned down and unlaced her boots, putting them to the side. Her toes curled as she prepared herself for what came next. Sebastian’s eyes raked over her as he loosened his cravat. His brown eyes never left her, the edges crinkling as he smiled.

Rising her hips slightly, she rolled her long skirt to her knees and dipped her hands beneath it, tugging the drawers off her hips then off her legs, and let them rest on the floor. She looked away from Sebastian, her breathing frantic and her face all red at what she had just done. She looked as if she were still fully dressed, but now Sebastian knew there was nothing protecting her intimate parts from him.

Slowly, he took his boots off too and let them lay where they fell, and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. He licked his lips hungrily as he stepped closer to the bed, letting his fingers trail lightly over the silken sheets.

“You really are lovely, you know?” he breathed, his voice low with desire.

She bit her lip and tensed up again, moving up the bed the closer he got until she was next to the pillows. Sebastian stopped in front of her, his knees next to her own, and cupped his hand beneath her chin. She looked up at him so innocently that he felt like a bit of a monster, but he was determined to strike a balance between what she asked for, and what he was ready to give…

“Will you let me lay beside you?” he whispered.

She moaned and nodded, moving to the side to make room for him, inviting him on the bed next to her. Sebastian sat down, wearing just his shirt and trousers with the suspenders framing his chest, then moved so that his back was against the pillows.

“Come lay here,” he said, patting his chest.

The girl seemed a bit confused but quickly understood what he wanted when he lightly spread his legs. With an awkward little shuffle, she eased herself to the middle of the bed, between his thighs, and let her back lay against his front. Sebastian’s arms instantly encircled her, holding her warmly to his body, cradling her.

For a while, they stayed like that, with his lips at her temple and her hands clasping his arms. She worried he might be uncomfortable, with her back against him and the stiff corset digging into him, but Sebastian didn’t seem to mind. He felt warm, and firm, and steady, and gradually her heartbeat calmed.

“For how long have you felt this way?” Sebastian eventually asked.

Her knees bent slightly, as if she could hide away. “I don’t want to tell,” she muttered.

Sebastian chuckled and wrapped his arms more tightly around her. “Alright, you don’t have to say it,” he whispered against her cheek, “for now.”

His lips trailed down to her jaw, little suckling pecks that made her sight and tilt her head, then went down the column of her neck, stopping at the clavicle. He felt her stiffen in his arms again. Carefully, so as to not scare her more, his right hand uncurled itself from around her waist and travelled lower to her hip. Tug by tug, he raised her skirt a little higher.

“Shhh, it’s alright,” he whispered in her ear. “I want to do something… but tell me if you don’t want it.”

The girl winced and shook her head.

“No?” he asked.

“No, yes. Don’t stop,” she breathed.

Sebastian laughed lightly and kept pulling her skirt up, all the way until he could dip his hand beneath it. She gasped when she felt his fingers on her inner thigh.

“Is this good?” he asked.

She nodded, settling more firmly against him. He moaned deep in his chest when he felt her bottom rub against his bulge, but continued with the gentle motions of his hand across her skin.

“Very soft,” he praised in a close whisper. “And so, so warm… Are you always like this down there?” he teased.

“Y-yes?”

Sebastian smiled at her innocence and kissed her cheek again. “I believe it,” he said. “Especially with all that walking we’ve been doing lately… These darling thighs must be tense all day, rubbing against each other, no?”

The girl squirmed against his lap, a fire licking up and down her skin from that little point where three of his fingers touched her. She felt him caressing her thigh slightly inward, almost all the way to the back of her leg, his palm engulfing her for a few quiet moments, and then trailing upwards.

“Is this alright?” he asked, his voice sounding lower than before, rougher.

It reminded her that he was a man, big and rough and so much stronger than her — a man as old as her father, although that wasn’t the sort of thing she wanted to know just then. She closed her eyes tightly against the uncomfortable thought.

“H-higher,” she whispered. Her legs spread wider as far as his thighs allowed.

“Higher?” he teased as he drew circles on her skin. His left arm closed around her waist in a stronger grip. “What will I find there, hmm?”

The girl dipped her head and moaned low in her throat, knowing he was playing with her. Her hands fisted in her skirt.

“Is there some secret place there?” Sebastian chuckled. His fingers went up along her thigh, where she was even warmer, even softer, and he groaned.

He could feel the muscles in her thigh flex beneath the skin. With one heavy caress, he moved his left hand from around her waist and cupped her chest. With careful tugs and encouraging her to shift a little, he eased her corset lower down her torso until he could feel her breasts slide up from beneath its grasp. She gasped and nearly jumped, but then melted in his arms with a light mewl.

He kissed her cheek again. “Shhh it’s alright.”

The girl lay docile in his arms while he carefully caressed her breast, squeezing it the slightest bit, then resting the young globe in the palm of his hand. Underneath her skirt, he teased a path all the way up until he felt a soft wet tuft. The girl whimpered, squirming against his front again, but Sebastian just rested his hands on her.

“Is this good?” he asked, peppering kisses up and down the side of her face.

“Yes,” she whispered, “I think so…”

“You think so?” he chuckled. “Well, let’s make sure, then.”

Keeping his hand still at her breast, he trailed his fingers higher up between her legs, slow and patient and searching. When his index touched her slit, she moaned.

“Oh,” he breathed lustfully, “so you do have a special place here…”

The girl curled in his arms, and Sebastian let himself slip lower down the bed, spreading his legs wider to accommodate her while not moving his hands at all, letting her feel him there.

“So wet,” he whispered as his finger began to caress her, going up and down her swollen lips. “It isn’t normal to be this wet, is it, my darling? And so, so feverish… Are you sure you’re alright?” he chuckled. “You’re certain you’re not ill, my sweetest girl?”

“No, of course not,” she said, unsure why he was even asking. She had the feeling he was joking, but she could not imagine why. This was not the time to jest, in her opinion.

“Oh, I’m not so sure,” he breathed, letting his lips rest against her cheekbone. “You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?”

“N-no…”

“I guess I need to find out for myself, then.”

And then his fingers started moving. He teased her with both index and middle finger, going up and down her slit, making her more and more wet, feeling her moans right against his mouth as he rested his lips at her throat. He could feel her hole, tight and hot and flexing, and above it, her raw little nub peeking out, so hard and small... He paused there and swirled a digit around it with the lightest touch. She nearly jumped in his arms, wailing at the unfamiliar feeling.

“Is this good?” he asked against her neck, his breath frantic. “Is this good for you?”

She whined and squirmed in his arms, teasing his manhood with her bottom. It made him growl, but she probably didn’t realise what she was doing. Sebastian teased her tight bud more and then, after cupping it between three fingers, squeezed it lightly at the same time as he squeezed the tip of her breast through her shirt.

“Un— Sebastian!” she moaned.

“I told you not to call me ‘Uncle’,” he said with a hint of frustration. But he knew she didn’t mean it, probably didn’t know his fraught relationship with the word, so he sighed and kissed her cheek in apology.

“‘m sorry,” she whined, still twisting in his arms.

“It’s alright,” he whispered, kissing her cheek again. “It’s alright, just… just lay in my arms and let me take care of you.”

And as he spoke, his fingers kept teasing her between her legs and at her breast, slowly, deliberately squeezing those two sensitive points at the same time and pulling on them gently. The air was filled with her gasps and the shifting of clothes against clothes, the light squeaking of the bed, and Sebastian’s groans. He turned his head toward her, filling his lungs with the scent of her hair.

His hands on her relaxed, and he went back to holding her breast gently while sliding his fingers up and down her slit. He could feel her shivering in his arms at the change, and chuckled.

“Which do you like best?” he whispered in her ear. “Hard, or gentle?”

“Erm…”

“Tell me honestly,” he said without a hint of teasing.

“G-gentle?”

Sebastian smiled and kissed her cheek. “Gentle, then, for my girl.”

Another shiver ran through her, and if he didn’t know any better, he could’ve sworn she purred.

His thick middle finger slid slowly, carefully down her folds, then held there for a moment, went up again, and down, all in a steady, predictable motion. His left hand, meanwhile, warmed her breast, holding her to him.

“How do you feel?” he asked, rubbing his stubbled cheek against hers, so smooth and soft.

She felt completely overwhelmed, covered, supported, and utterly cherished. She couldn't even begin to put into words how he made her feel. “Nervous,” the girl chuckled, her voice strained, but happy.

“Just nervous?” he smiled.

“And…”

“And what?”

She wouldn’t say.

“Do you feel cared for?” he asked, the corner of his lips brushing against her skin.

She nodded.

“Do you feel wanted?”

Another little nod.

“And needed?” he sighed, taking another lung-full of her.

The girl whimpered and dipped her face down.

Between her legs, Sebastian began to brush against her faster. His finger felt her plush lips on either side, warm and wet and innocent. He pressed deeper and felt her gasp and jump when the tip of his finger touched her hole again.

“Do you?” he asked more warmly, almost a growl. “Do you feel how much I need you?”

“I… I don’t know…”

“Oh, my darling little girl,” he moaned, and his hand squeezed her breast a little tighter. Sebastian so badly wished that he could have her read his mind so that she could see how deeply his love for her ran.

His caress went further, dipping into her entrance gently, curiously, almost timidly. It coaxed a kittenish trill from her and she rubbed against his front again, his bulge slotted right between her cheeks.

“Don’t you feel that?” he moaned, pressing back against her with his stiff length. “Do you know what that is?”

“Is… is it your… male part?”

He laughed a little. “That’s quite the polite word for it. Yes, my little one.”

Sebastian rested his lips against her cheek while he pressed into her hole a bit more firmly. She gave a reedy cry when the tip of his finger pierced her.

“Oh, it burns,” she whined.

“Shhh, I won’t hurt you,” he whispered in between kisses. “You’ll see… you’ll see… I’ll show you that I care for you,” he promised.

His lips travelled her jaw, leaving wet trails down the side of it and along her neck. To distract her from the penetration, he began to flick her breast with his thumb through her shirt, and soon made that nub pucker again. Between her legs, he felt her growing wet.

“Do you trust me?” he growled. “Do you understand I want you?”

Silence.

“Not yet?” he grinned.

Sebastian slid his finger deeper. Instantly, she cried out and her back arched and he felt her squeeze around him. He felt the broken sound of her surprise shiver through her neck and into his waiting lips.

“How deep inside of you can I go?” he asked breathlessly. “How deep will you let me?”

It was a double-edged question, and they both could feel it. She knew by this point that his actions were less about giving her pleasure — even less about taking it for himself — and more about showing her that she was worthy of desire, of care and want and love.

“Deep,” she whispered, relaxing against his chest as her channel swallowed his probing finger.

“Deep, hmm?” he chuckled. “Deep and gentle, is that how my girl likes it?”

“Yes,” she moaned mindlessly.

Against his wrist, he could feel her thighs flexing. Sebastian groaned deep in his chest and slowly thrust into her, always upward, never retreating until he felt all the way to the end of her.

“So tight,” he whispered, peppering kisses on her neck again. “Tight and warm, that sickly sweet warmth of yours…”

He nibbled at her neck and squeezed her breast again, caressing it in slow but greedy motions. Inside her, his finger pressed all the way until he reached her cervix.

“Ow,” she winced, trying to move away.

“Stay still,” he said.

She did, allowing him to feel her, all of her. Her channel throbbed and pulsed around him, not knowing what to do with the intrusion. Sebastian paused in wonder at this marvellous part of her, this secret, deep, and tender place that nobody else had known before. When he felt her greedy channel relax, he began pulling out. Teasingly, he trailed his finger out and out and out of her, letting her feel it the whole way.

“It feels so cold,” he chuckled, “it’s so wet from you…”

She didn’t say anything, but he could tell that she was blushing, her cheek felt hot where it touched his temple.

“Are you ashamed of that, my sweetest one?” he asked, ending it with a lick of her neck. “Are you ashamed of how wet you are for me?”

“Don’t talk like that,” she whispered, turning her head away.

Sebastian distracted her by kneading her breast, bringing his finger back to her entrance, and circling her hot and twitching hole.

“You’re wet for me, because of me” he said again more firmly, determined to break through her shyness and shame. “You’re warm and feverish and plush in your most secret place because of me,” he hissed. “Isn’t that right?”

“Why do you want me to say it?” she groaned, twisting in his grasp.

“Because I want to know,” he said with a kiss to her clavicle, “that you know it,” and then he kissed up her neck, “and I want you to admit it to yourself,” and then he kissed her cheek, “and I want to feel how desperate you get when you say those naughty words, my darling.”

The girl bit her lip and turned her head away, her fingers digging into his arms, nails snagging against his sleeves, struggling against him — and, in a way, against herself.

He penetrated her again, this time with two fingers. To keep her from squirming away he kneaded at her breast harder, more punishingly, threatening her almost.

“Say it,” he ordered with a low murmur.

“Yes,” she gasped, her back twisted in a painful arch between his heavy paw at her breast and his thick, invading fingers. “Yes, I’m wet because of you…”

“And what else?”

She moaned, canting her hips distractedly into his thrust as his fingers opened her up.

“Are you all swollen because of me? Because of what I’m doing to you?”

“Yes…”

“Do you want me?”

“Yes…”

“You want me inside of you?” he whispered, his lips and tongue teasing the crook of her neck. “You want me here?” His fingers curled in her girlhood, pressing against that soft spot above her entrance.

She gasped and squirmed, her eyes and mouth opening in a shock of wonder.

“Here, in this tender little place?” Sebastian continued, and his fingers curled and pulled, then pressed in again slow and thick and deep. “This hidden spot? This weeping, lonely little hole?”

Her legs spread wider of their own accord and she hooked them over his knees, her arms going up and back, her fingers finding their way into his hair. She held on to him, completely dependent on him now, open and exposed and invaded.

“I want you,” he growled, pumping into her deeper, not pleasuring her spot anymore but feeling her whole channel again, forcing it to open wider, to accept him. “Do you believe me?”

“Yes,” she cried, although he wasn’t sure she was even listening anymore.

“Do you feel that? You feel me wanting you?” said Sebastian with a harder, fuller thrust that moved her body up his torso, before pulling her back with it. “You feel me needing you?” he asked, his length rubbing against her innocent backside.

“Sebastian —”

“Say it, I need you to say it, I need to know that you… you understand what I feel for you…”

The girl nodded, her lips parted in a breathless gasp. “Yes…”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, you need me… you want me,” she said, and he could almost hear a tearfulness in her voice.

“Good girl,” he sighed. “And do you know what else?”

She moaned and shook her head as her body trembled, caught between his thick thrusting fingers and his hard manhood pleasuring herself on her.

“I love you,” said Sebastian. His eyes were closed and his lips were at her ear. It almost scared him to admit it, but she needed to know.

“I… I love you too,” she whispered, turning her face lazily toward him.

When Sebastian opened his eyes, he saw her there, with her half-lidded, dreamy gaze, her sweaty forehead, tear-stained cheeks, and those lovely, bitten lips… His hand left her breast to hold her still by the neck and he leaned down to kiss her.

The girl moaned into his lips. The only sounds now were their delicious moans and the wetness he pulled out of her as he pumped his fingers through her gushing channel.

Sebastian was breathless when he released her, and his whole body was alight. Although he was still mostly clothed, he felt nearly at the edge just from her in his arms, her body pressing down on him. The more he tended to her core, the more of her he could smell.

“I would lick your tenderest little parts,” he breathed as he looked into her eyes, “but that might be too much for you, wouldn’t it, pet?”

She stared at him quite shocked, not knowing what to say. She couldn’t even nod in agreement.

“So why don’t you just come for me? Release for me, let go…” he whispered, stretching out his tongue to lap at her lip. “Let me feel… this little hole… ” he continued, his fingers thrusting harder into her, shaking her whole body, “convulse in pleasure around me…”

Sebastian was certain she didn’t exactly know what he was talking about, and he actually wished she didn’t. He wanted her to be innocent, he wanted to be the first for her, to teach her and train her and show her pleasure. Show her how to surrender.

He groaned when she pressed in a certain way down on his lap, and instinctively he released her neck to grip her hip, holding her still for his use. His two fingers, thick and dripping wet with her, dug as deep inside her as he could and held there as he put all of his efforts into pressing up against her, rubbing himself against her bottom. He moaned shamelessly with each delicious thrust. His sounds were deep and lustful and embarrassingly revealing of how savagely he wished to take her, but the scared look in her eyes centred him.

Sebastian kissed her again then leaned back to look at her face as he used her, imagined himself taking her, feeling her wetness soak his shaft, feeling her weak little body parting for him, having no choice but to surrender and open and take him inside where he could spill —

“I… I love you,” he gasped, pleading with her almost, needing her to understand it and accept it. “I love you…”

“Seb—”

He frowned and closed her lips with a kiss, and then he felt his shaft twitch as it spilt its seed. It was a messy and distorted kiss, more of a moan and a cry and a crushing of lips, but for a moment it felt perfect. Her body relaxed above him, her fingers caressing his hair and his neck, her girlhood clenching around his fingers, suckling on them.

Sebastian breathed in deeply then released her mouth. He grinned lazily and leaned back to look at her. There was a sticky and disgusting feeling at his loins, but that didn’t matter now. Slowly, his fingers resumed their thrust.

She gasped and tensed in surprise, but soon eased and moaned more openly, her head tilted back exposing her neck, her chest arching against her shirt. Sebastian thrust deeper, those two thick fingers keeping her spread. He pulled the wetness out of her with each outward thrust and let it make her thighs and bottom slick.

“How long have you wanted me?” he asked in a teasing whisper at her ear. Now that he had warmed her up, he felt sure he would get the answer out of her.

“Wh-what?!”

He chuckled, pumping his fingers faster. “How long?”

“Since… since the fifth-year summer break,” she admitted, speaking in so small a voice he would not have heard if he were further away.

“So since you were fifteen!?”

Sebastian was a little scandalised. He pictured taking advantage of her at that age and recoiled inwardly. But at the same time, he didn't wish to make her feel ashamed. After all, she couldn't help her feelings, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't the slightest bit flattered. So he fought against how taboo it was, and chuckled.

“How naughty my little girl is,” he purred, nibbling at her ear.

“I’m sorry,” she groaned, turning her blushing face away from him.

“You should be,” he said, half-teasing. “I only ever wanted to take care of you, do you know that? I wished… I wished I could take you away sometimes. Just to have you for my own. To love you freely.”

She was nearly breathless with the revelation and turned to look up at him. His trusts between her legs gentled as he confessed his more innocent feelings to her, and she had no idea what to make of it.

“Did you really?” she asked in a whisper.

“Yes,” he smiled, “but not like this. Not as…”

“As lovers?”

“Yes, not like that. Just, as your friend or… anything.”

It was awkward for Sebastian to show this side of himself. It didn’t go well with what he was — an older man twice her age, slightly rough around the edges, involved with dark magic and seedy figures and things she shouldn’t know about. And she was so sweet and delicate, so fragile in his arms… But it was true, all he wanted was to love her, protect her, take care of her, in whatever capacity she allowed him.

Sebastian leaned down and kissed her forehead, his fingers stilling inside her for a moment. No sooner he parted from her skin that she leaned up and kissed his lips — clumsily, reaching mostly just the corner of his mouth.

“I want you,” she said as she looked into his eyes. “I… I wish you could take me away, forever.”

“But you know I can’t,” sighed Sebastian, and his fingers began to cant back and forth inside her, making her feel his despair and desire and longing to be with her as deeply as possible.

“I know… But I’ve dreamed of it,” she whispered. “So many nights… when I thought about you.”

Sebastian’s eyes darkened and he listened to her, his lips parted in a stilted gasp. He wasn’t sure he should know more, he was afraid of what he would hear, but a part of him was greedy to know everything that this darling girl thought about.

“Did you?” he asked lowly, and he started a deliberate, deep rhythm that trailed her channel up and down. Her plump folds kissed his knuckles when he thrust all the way inside.

“Yes,” she said in a high, weak voice.

He smiled. He loved the way she got so breathless when he pleasured her. “Did you touch yourself?”

“I did…”

“Did you touch yourself thinking of me?”

She closed her eyes and nodded.

“Like this?”

“Please,” she sobbed, her heart trembling in her chest as his fingers dragged themselves out of her. “Pleasepleaseplease…”

Sebastian licked his lips and looked down at her. Her arms were limp around his head and her eyes were closed. He drank in the sight of her weak and surrendered, and then he gave her what she wanted. He put his fingers back to her girlhood, trailing the slippery digits up and down her slit.

“You pleasured your special place?” he teased, grinning against her blushing cheek while his fingers dragged her slick up to her tender nub. “Alone, at night, while you thought of me…?”

She mewled and bowed her head, regretting somewhat that she had even admitted it to him, because now he used it to torture her — but his fingers felt so good, working her so precisely to feverish pleasure.

“Yes yes yes, please,” she mewled.

His chest purred beneath hers while his fingers strummed her pearl, tending to her most sensitive point relentlessly, diligently.

“Will you show me how you sounded when you reached your peak?” he whispered. “Will you spill for me here as you did around your pretty little fingers?”

“Please, Sebastian,” she cried, and her voice began to sound a little panicked. “It… it’s too much…”

In response, he held her down, his left arm stiff around her waist while with his right he abused her girlhood in short, aggressive rubs. He could feel her nub becoming stiffer, its raw head peeking out. With each downward thrust, he picked up a little bit more slick that leaked from her and brought it up to wet her pearl.

“It’s not too much, you can take it,” he whispered. “Doing so well for me, letting me love you like this… Letting me show how much I love you…”

“I can’t, I can’t,” she rambled.

Her legs started to tremble against his, her hips canting up and down, spreading the wetness that he’d spilt around himself in his soiled trousers. Sebastian groaned at the delicious, savage feeling of it all.

“I can feel you leaking out of your little hole,” he said with a dreamy voice. “Is that how you’d drip around me if I kissed you there? Is it? Is it how you’d gush around my manhood if I gave it to you?”

“Yes,” she mumbled, her head twisting back and forth, her hair a ruffled mess against his pillow, over his shoulder, sticking to his cheek. “Yes yes yes, I want, I want…”

“I’ll give you what you want, my girl,” he growled, holding her down and playing with her nub. “My good little girl, sweet, wet, dirty little girl…”

And her whole body began to tremble, starting with her legs, her stomach, her hands clasping desperately at the pillow. She let out a scream before she caught herself and bit it back. He reached down and kissed her mouth, swallowing it from her. Sebastian held her to him, barely letting her move while she squirmed with the shock of her powerful orgasm.

“Se— Sebastian! Aaah… Aaahh!”

Her core clenched and throbbed, hungry and empty and desperate for something that never came inside. Right above it, his fingers kept tending to her pearl, flicking it until it nearly drove her mad.

The girl mewled into his mouth, pleading with him to stop but in a thoroughly unconvincing manner.

“You like that?” Sebastian asked against her lips as his caresses slowed to steady, long, torturous strokes. “Hmm? Was that good?” he asked with a kiss.

“Mmm… yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling as her body relaxed, limp and sapless in his arms. Only faint twitches travelled up her legs anymore, but she spread them wider for him as he kept tenderly caressing her girlhood.

“Yes?” he grinned. “My naughty little girl liked it?”

“I did,” she said in the smallest, shyest whisper, her eyes cast down toward his lips.

He understood what she wanted, and leaned forward to kiss her again. The room around them fell silent now that her frantic breaths and moans abated. All that was left were the lewd, slopping sounds as he kept fingering her.

“Good little girl,” he sighed against her mouth. “Gone all soft now that you’ve been pleasured, haven’t you?”

She blushed and nodded, the tip of her nose brushing against his. Sebastian chuckled and leaned in to kiss her again, and again, and again. Slowly, he stilled his fingers, but kept them there, cupping her secret place, letting her seep lazily into his palm.

“How do you feel?” he asked with a warm smile.

“Good,” she murmured, a similar smile playing on her lips too. Her eyes were low and sleepy, but held his gaze.

Sebastian chuckled and disentangled his arm from around her waist, bringing it up to brush her messy hair away, caress her face, and pet her lovely cheek. Her legs dipped back from around his and closed around his wrist, hugging his hand to her centre.

“And did you like what I did to you?”

She bit back a wince and nodded again. Sebastian’s eyes crinkled with a smile and he dipped down to her mouth, tasting her in a long and languid caress.

“Give me your hand,” he said, “the left one,” and waited for her to comply.

She stretched out her left arm and watched curiously as he grinned and kissed the bracelet there. It was, in its own way, more like a mark of belonging, of his commitment to her — like an engagement ring.

“You were beautiful,” he said as her hand came down to brush against his face, “and sweet, and adorable, and the most enticing little witch I’ve ever seen.”

The girl squirmed in his lap, smiling awkwardly, but there was nowhere for her to go even if she had the strength to do it. He cupped her in his hands and held her to him.

“Well, I hope so,” she said with a small voice, looking between his lips and his eyes.

“You deserve to be loved. I hope you understand that now, at least a little bit better…”

Did she? She wasn’t sure. Held in Sebastian’s strong steady arms, against his broad chest, she knew she felt at home, and safe, and cared for, but love came with a little difficulty… How could he be satisfied with her?

“I know I am most inadequate —” she started.

“No,” he shook his head, “you are not. You deserve to be loved, and I wish to be the one to do it.”

She looked into his eyes again, quietly reading every emotion that flashed through there, every hint of vulnerability, of devotion, and found them all reflected in her too. Her hands finally found the strength to reach up again and tangle loosely in his hair.

“Alright,” she whispered, leaning up to breathe against his lips. “If you’ll love me, I’ll love you,” she said, kissing him gently on the mouth. “In fact, as you well know, I already do…”

Sebastian chuckled and held her closer, rocking her gently on his chest. Slowly, his hand slid away from her core, allowing her to close her legs, and his to close around her. Entangled in each other, they forgot about their messy clothes, their ruffled hair, and knew only of how much they liked each other’s closeness.

They spoke in sweet hushed whispers about what they planned to do, how they intended to live together, to accomplish it against all odds. Slowly, Sebastian forgot about his plan to only show her these safe, distant forms of love — with fingers and close embraces and perhaps eventually with his mouth, acts that left no lingering mark on her and had no chance of spoiling her honour. No, after this evening, could see himself taking her away, even marrying her, building a life with her… And as he gazed into her eyes throughout the evening, all the while until they fell asleep, he hoped she pictured the same future too.

[pinkasrenzo]

mid-year book tag

thank you @bloody-wonder for the tag🥰

1. Best Book You’ve Read So Far in 2024? Dark Heir by C.S. Pacat, positively destroyed me

2. Best Sequel You’ve Read So Far in 2024? also Dark Heir and I cannot wait for the sequel I need. answers.

3. New Release You Haven’t Read Yet, But Want To? The Prisoner’s Throne by Holly Black, tho I have yet to read the previous book so it’ll have to wait :”)

4. Most Anticipated Release For Second Half of 2024? Nothing at the moment, but we’ll see if something catches my eye

5. Biggest Disappointment? Dead Collections by Isaac Fellman, it had a very interesting premise but didn’t do much with it? Or at least I feel like it could’ve done so much more cause the potential was there but it didn’t, instead went over the same point over and over again in a fairly boring way so the whole thing ended up falling flat for me

6. Biggest Surprise? Can’t say a book has surprised me yet so far, all have pretty much matched expectations, but there’s still time

7. Favorite New Author? Not exactly new but Pacat did confirm my love for her writing once again, and did not disappoint even with the “limits” of YA target audience which did have me a bit skeptical at first, but boy did she deliver

8. Newest Favorite Character? Will Kempen (Dark Rise) is the most pathetic wettest little meow meow he’ll have to be so strong to withstand book #3😔💪🏻

9. Newest Fictional Crush? I too would be weak for Sarcean (Dark Rise), I get it Anharion I truly truly do🙏🏻

💕Best Ship💕 James/Will (Dark Rise) have me chewing wires they’re so !!!!!! the rituals are so damn intricate jesus chRIST.

10. Book That Made You Cry? Not cry but The Body by Stephen King nearly had me there ngl

11. Book That Made You Happy? The Sunshine Court by Nora Sakavic, tho arguably not a happy book :”)

12. Favorite Book Adaptation You Saw This Year? oh 3 Body Problem was amazing binged it in one sitting I could not stop watching and I definitely want to read the books some day! Also ofc Interview with the Vampire was insane and unhinged and so so so good and I need season 3 yesterday. and I will read the books for this too, need me more absolutely deranged vampires

13. Favorite Review You’ve Written This Year? I don’t really write reviews but I did spam Dark Rise to @novishu and got her to obsesses over read it so I’m counting that as a very successful review😌✨

14. Most Beautiful Cover? Firekeepeer’s Daughter is mesmerising, love the mirror effect and the colours! Also The Chosen and the Beautiful has very delicate feel to it, and fits the book perfectly so that’s a close second

15. What Books Do You Need To Read By The End of The Year? I’m trying to get through all the books/ebooks I already have so that’s a plan. Also I’m currently reading The Goldfinch and if it doesn’t wear me out I might tackle The Secret History next and then Babel as I’ve had those on my TBR for a while now, and I wanted to read Babel after TSH since I’ve seen it described as a critique/different take on the same themes of that (and Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell which I’ve already read)

(no pressure) tagging @fugitoidkry @novishu @montdargent

[herewegobebe]

2024 Onew Fanmeeting | Guess! Behind [x]

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RECOMMENDED NCT FICS OF OCTOBER 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my nct recs of october! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Late night Company || @daegall💕💔✅

↳ in which the Gods give you a shit day, and Aphrodite makes up for it.

Safety Net || @fadedncity🔞💕✅

↳ (theres no summary but short description from me - friends to lovers + clowns)

Between Us || @neowinestainedress🔞💕✅

↳ you find yourself tangled in the life of the Suhs after Mr. Suh starts working as an English professor at your father’s university. You don’t understand why they float around you so much, but soon enough, you can’t get enough of that secret, dirty game anymore.

Birthday Boy || @writemekpop💕✅

↳ It's Renjun's birthday and all you want is a moment alone, but other people keep getting in the way...

Homebody || @daydreamingyuta💕✅

↳ bf!Jeno spending a relaxing day at home with you instead of going out.

Mine || @milliewrtes💕✅

↳ in which your boyfriend saves you from unwanted, horrible flirting

My Exception || @armysantiny💕✅

↳ Renjun’s reading time is sacred; a dedicated few hours every weekend spent with him, his wax melts, a book, and a hot drink. Though he can make an exception for y/n. He can always make an  exception for them.

Spidey Boy || @martiniblues💕💔✅💯💯

↳ mark has tried to hide his secret identity from you for as long as possible, to keep you safe, of course. little does he know that you’ve untangled his web of lies long ago and will do anything in your power to get him to admit it. just when you've had enough of him lying to you, he ends up getting caught in the act trying to save your life.

Sweet Like Pumpkin Pie || @potatocitytechnology🔞✅

↳ One fall day, you decide it's time to let go of your worries. Turns out you're a natural freak in the sheets and Johnny loves it.

Target Run || @kyufessions💕💔✅💯

↳ shopping with chenle can be exhausting, especially for your first apartment together

Don't Test Me || @peanutpinet💕💔✅💯

↳ Haechan was always known as the funny, sunshine one of the whole of NCT. But that doesn’t mean that can’t go serious. Especially when it comes to his lover who is actually the opposite of him. Quiet, reserved but anxious.

Protection || @peanutpinet💕💔✅💯

↳ NCT was developing a new technology to help them expand more and help them to always be one step ahead of their enemy

12-7 Room || @zh-lele💕🔄

↳ Surviving a week to Donghyuck's charms and jokes can't be so hard... Worst case scenario, you end up completely falling for your brother's best friend.

Ghostie || @smileysuh🔞✅💯💯

↳ As one am rolls around, you start to realize that maybe tonight you won’t get a call. He is a frat boy, and this is Halloween weekend.  You’re disappointed as you get into bed, frowning as you scroll on your phone, hoping that if you wait another five minutes, maybe he’ll catch you. Five minutes turns into ten, turns into fifteen, and you find your eyes beginning to shut. You’re starting to understand how much you truly have come to depend on Ghostie as part of your nightly ritual. It hurts not to get a call from your favourite voice-modulated anonymous frat boy.

I Saw Her First || @astayinwonderland🔞✅

↳ you are tired after a long day of meetings but you step into an elevator with jaehyun-- however, you don't know mark has his eyes on you too

Send In The Clowns || @smileysuh🔞✅💯

↳ “She’s not the reason we’re dressed as clowns,” Hyuck is quick to insist. He’s such a good liar. Jungwoo would almost believe it, if you hadn’t told him your Halloween clown plan. It’s no secret to you that your three frat friends all have crushes on you, so you’d decided to tell Jaehyun about wanting to fuck a clown, just to see who would actually follow through with the costume. You’d expected one, maybe two- but here are all three men, dressed as exactly what they are: clowns. And it’s obvious to Jungwoo that they think this is their own idea. As if you’re not the puppeteer behind this all. God, Jungwoo loves having you as a best friend, even if your bucket list includes a frat clown Halloween orgy with three of his best friends.

Somebody's Watching Me || @neocentral🔞✅💯

↳ (no summary, but somnophilia)

The Only Exception || @jaylaxies🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ mark was overprotective and he didn’t fail to show it, warning all the guys to stay away from you, his best friends were no exception. so, how will you make it work when you return back after graduating school, only to find that your crush is paying more attention to you than ever? it most certainly doesn’t help that it’s lee donghyuck, to whom, you are strictly off limits.

Treat You Better || @luvyeni🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ renjun hates your boyfriend, he certain he can treat you better

ASAP || @yeonjunszn💕✅💯💯

↳ you’re not exactly the best barista at zhong coffee, but for some unknown reason (his massive crush on you), mark thinks you can do no wrong. sick and tired of his favoritism and your lack thereof due to absolute obliviousness, your coworkers are determined to fix this problem. asap.

Enchanted To Meet You || @liliansun💕💔✅💯

↳ college was enough to deal with, barely passing classes and struggling to keep up with what was going on in each was a daily struggle. not having time to catch someone’s eye was fine with you, that was until you met him. there was something about him that was enchanting, so you went out to find him, hoping you kept him up the same way he did you.

The Deal || @xrenjunniesx💕✅💯

↳ when a boy you didn’t know all too well asks for your number, you decide to make him work for it. when he asks for the second time, you make a deal with him.

NCT 127 Texts || @kumoseiza💕✅💯

↳ Couple Costumes

10:04AM || @gyeomsweetgyeom💕✅

↳ (soft renjun is superior)

16:47 || @lovesuhng💕✅

↳ "Don't be afraid to cry in front of me, I've got you."

9:35PM || @gyeomsweetgyeom💕✅

↳ (hyuck is a menace but hes their child)

Do check out all of the other NCT Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

[devondespresso]

🌸Writing Patterns🌸

tagged by @hbyrde36 and @penny00dreadful thanks guys!! 💕💖💞 I only have 8 unique fics posted so far, one of which I've kinda let get buried because I've been meaning to change the ending (for long enough that I've forgotten specifically what i hated so much about it lol)

<< dividers by @/thecutestgrotto >>

rules: share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!

🌸 Restless (Eds, Go to Fucking Sleep): The small bed shook again, the third time in the past minute. Few minutes. Steve had no fucking idea.

🌸 Sweet and Spicy: Steve was going to die.

🌸 Chicken Noodle Oops: Steve nearly missed the trilling doorbell, covered by the echo of own damn coughing.

🌸 Since We're Alive Now: Chrissy walked towards the hospital doors with her pink pocketbook in one hand and the black guitar case in the other.

🌸 Mr Crayola Henderson: Steve went to duck inside the house, holding the door open for Aunt Tracy on her way back out into the backyard where the majority of the gathering was taking place.

🌸 I Can Only Hope Now: Claudia Edine Henderson never wanted to get married. Not really.

🌸 My Sunshine: Steve is 8 years old again.

🌸 Never Again: Her heart was racing, her mind tuned into every touch and feeling, electric excitement buzzing in her skin at the soft kiss they shared by her bed.

I usually don't put a lottt of thought into First Lines in the perfect hook "grab-your-audience-by-the-collar-and-dont-let-go" kinda way, so its interesting to look at them all together!! (tho im a littleeee afraid of them being lackluster put together like this)

i do know i try to include character names somewhere in the first paragraph, and seven to one isn't bad! i think its also so funny that six of the eight first lines start with the pov character's name.

I also seem to default to long lines unless I'm going for something specific, like how My Sunshine's first line is very theme-heavy and mirrors the last line, and Sweet and Spicy's first statement is supposed to be comically misleading.

tagging (no pressure ofc 💕): @marvel-ous-m @sourw0lfs @pearynice @puppy-steve @kikidoesfanfic

@queenie-ofthe-void @carolperkinsexgirlfriend @eriquin @hairstevington @hotluncheddie

@dreamwatch @klausinamarink @lightoftheseraph @findafight @flowercrowngods

@tinytalkingtina 💕

And anyone else that wants to join!!

[unrefinedmusings]

Shutterbug

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader (feat. Rooster and Phoenix)

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, SMUT, voyeurism, exhibitionism, nudes, dirty pics, general filth and explicit content

A/N: based on this post, thank you to @sebsxphia for the convo 💕 also, James Bond fucked so much because martinis make you horny as hell. gin is to blame for what follows, not me

_ _ _ _ _

Attraction tends to wane as time passes in a relationship. Couples need to be careful not to lose that spark. Bob Floyd didn't have that problem. His desire for you only grew, spiking after being able to call you his wife as of six months ago. He was grateful to have you, and even more grateful that you didn't mind the ways his lust for you manifested. Specifically, his shutterbug habit.

Bob had loved photography since high school, keeping his hobby alive even with his career in the Navy. The longer you had been together, the more you...inspired him. He had a few different albums dedicated to you, but only two of them were password protected.

The first was full of nude photos of you, raunchy videos of your lovemaking, and other explicit content Bob felt needed to be documented.

Somehow, the second album feels sleazier to him. It's all candid content of you doing things your husband decided were too provocative not to sneakily whip out his camera for. Common subjects in this collection include your ass bent over in miniskirts, close ups of your cleavage, and your pretty lips wrapped around anything vaguely phallic shaped.

Bobby told you about these photos and you were more than on board with it. It was thrilling knowing he wanted you constantly, even when you weren't trying. Sometimes you notice when his phone is aimed at you and put on a show for him, aiming your breasts in his direction or striking more provocative poses during your morning stretches.

Up until tonight, you and Bob had been the only ones privy to these.

_ _ _ _ _

A few hours into a Dagger Squad hangout at the Hard Deck, Bob found himself at a lonely table in the bar hunched over his phone. His thoughts had drifted to one of the most recent videos he had taken and he couldn't wait to get home to watch it again. He was so entranced he didn't notice Rooster and Phoenix sneaking up behind them. They noticed their friend's absence among the group, spotted him all alone, and wondered what he was so focused on. As they peered over his shoulder, both pilots' jaws dropped.

Bob was watching a video of you in a stringy bikini, laid out in your backyard as you basked in the Southern California sunshine, with your mouth wrapped around a cherry red jumbo popsicle. The camera zoomed in on your stained lips and hollowed cheeks taking the treat all the way down to the stick again and again.

Phoenix regained composure first and coughed to signal their presence to Bob. He nearly jumped out of his seat at the noise, hurriedly putting his phone back in his jeans. He turned to see his friends smirking at him and blushed in response.

"Who knew your wizzo was such a dog, taking sneaky videos of his wife like that?", Rooster teased.

"Can you blame him? Mrs. Floyd is a sexy little thing."

_ _ _ _ _

Upon returning home that night, Bob immediately told you what happened. He feared you would be upset or embarrassed someone else saw you like that, but after telling you he saw no indication of that on your face. Pink flesh poked out to lick your lips as your pupils dilated.

"So, um, did they say anything about it? H-how did they react?", you questioned.

Bob smiled at your sudden shyness and said, "Well they both looked very pleased at the whole situation...and Phoenix said you were a sexy little thing."

He heard your breath hitch and glanced down to see your nipples poking through your thin tank top. In an instant, he had your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you to bed. This conversation could wait.

_ _ _ _ _

After a few rounds in the sheets, you were using your husband's chest as a pillow and unpausing that previous discussion.

"You're sure this is okay with you," you ask.

"Absolutely, sweetheart. I've always thought you were a work of art. It would be selfish not to let other people see," Bob teased.

Natasha and Bradley were at their respective homes and getting ready for bed when their phones pinged. They both opened their messaging apps to see they had been added to a group chat with Bob. A chat that was filled with assorted dirty photos and videos of you.

_ _ _ _ _

Rooster gets off twice: first to the full length popsicle video, and second to some domestically sexy videos videos of you. He learns about your habit of doing chores without pants, and sometimes in just your underwear. Bradley cums when he sees a close up of your ass bent over in a pair of cheeky panties while dusting a cabinet, and he makes a note to stop by unannounced during spring cleaning.

Phoenix gets warmed up that night with a few close up shots of your chest, particularly the ones of you in a tube top. She imagines how easy it would be to yank it down and expose your heavy breasts. Moving onto a video of you running at the gym, she admires your tits bouncing in a tight white sports bra. However, it's the video of you wearing a thong bikini Nat fingers herself to completion to. She finishes watching you put on sunscreen, squirting and smearing it all over your nearly nude body.

Both aviators fall asleep soon after their releases, satiated but very confused.

_ _ _ _ _

Bob is an absolute menace. Most people wouldn't guess it, but your husband loves to be a tease. Edging you was one of his favorite pastimes. That's why it doesn't surprise you when over the next two weeks, Bob sporadically sends out more of his favorite photos to Bradley and Nat. It's always late at night when he knows they'll be alone.

In the mornings, he sees them at work and behaves like nothing is out of the ordinary. Bob makes small talk and comments on the weather, as if last night he wasn't sending two of his coworkers videos of his wife dancing around in nothing but the top of his khaki uniform.

Bob enjoys teasing you with this all well. He's got you on your knees and gagging on his cock when he says through gritted teeth, "I bet Roo and Nix would love to see you like this. Makeup all ruined, tearing up, choking on Daddy like you were made to."

_ _ _ _ _

Like the first incident, Bob takes things up a notch at the next Hard Deck night. The bar was busy by the time you and Bob arrived. You spot Rooster and Phoenix, their eyes meeting yours immediately. They had been waiting for your arrival.

You and Bobby mingled for a bit before heading to one of the pool tables in the back. The two pilots across the bar snuck glances at you throughout the night, paying special attention when Bob leaned in close and whispered something in your ear. You gave him an eager nod before heading off in the direction of the bathroom. When you rejoined your husband, Bradley and Nat watched as you slipped something into his pocket before returning to the game. They were too distracted by the way your tits nearly spilled out of your top as you leaned over to take your shot to notice Bobby taking another photo.

Both pilots felt their pockets vibrate, opening their devices to find a photo of you bent over the pool table. Your skirt was hiked up just enough to see a glimpse of your bare pussy, glistening under the bar lights. Rooster bit down on his fist to keep from groaning out loud at the sight, while Nat felt a pool of arousal rush to her core when she realized you had given Bob your panties earlier.

They were now hyper-focused on your actions, no longer subtle about their gaze. Bob sent them a nod towards the back of the bar before leading you outside with his hand on the small of your back. Bradley and Natasha follow without hesitation, weaving their way through the crowds until they reach the back exit.

Nat's jaw drops when she sees her backseater on his knees in the alley, head partially obscured by the hem of your skirt. Rooster's dick twitches in his shorts at the sight of you against the wall, back arched with one hand covering your mouth and the other fisted in your husband's hair.

"Oh Robby! I'm so-so close!"

Bob's head peeked out, glasses made askew by your writhing hips.

"Keep quiet darlin', or we might attract some un-wanted visitors." You bite down on your bottom lip in response and turn to look at the two pilots. A bead of sweat drips down Nat's face down to her neck. You imagine what she tastes like as you cum on Bob's tongue. He laps it all up, taking his time suckling on your delicate inner thighs, before wiping his mouth on his forearm and standing up.

The two of you walk over to Nat and Bradley, your legs still wobbly from the mind-blowing orgasm your husband gave you. Bob notices Rooster palming himself through his jeans, clearly painfully erect.

In a voice too low and dark than his coworkers were used to, Bob asks, "If you two are free tomorrow, the missus and I would just love it if you could come over to the house. I need help with a little photography project. Does noon sound okay?"

The pilots nod mutely.

"Great! See you then," you nearly moan aloud, your body heating up at the prospect of what tomorrow would bring.

A/N: teehee just pushing the #bobfucks agenda

[look-at-the-soul]

Congrats again on 500, Mar! ☺️💕 What’ll you do with this?? 🤔🤔

(p.s: I’m sorry if I send a few of these in...I just can’t get enough of your writing)

K you sent me this gif ages ago, and I'm terribly sorry it took this long for me to post, but we can't hurry inspiration right? (And it's better late than ever anyways...) 🥰✨

It got longer than a blurb.

And my biggest thanks to @lyarr24 for the drinking games ideas. :)

⚠️ Drunk Tommy

Drunk on you

 

“Fucking hell.” Tommy mumbled for himself after asking Harry if he had seen you. The answer wasn’t what he had expected as Harry told him you were walking with that bloody carpenter. “Evebody get the fuck out of here!” He barked feeling a sudden anger building inside.

The Garrison went deadly quiet and all the men gathered there started to leave.

Joseph did what he couldn’t; he asked you out. And the fucking walk around the lake was the first step into his courtship. There was nothing he could do, Joseph had a clean record, payed his bills, provided for his old mother, he wouldn’t steal a carrot, and he had the path cleared when he laid his eyes on you.

Tommy couldn’t find a single motive to set his business into fire other than jealousy.

But he couldn’t let you slip away either.

He had met you thanks to Arthur, the memory still fresh in his mind.

His brother accidentally knocked on your door one night completely drunk and after assuring you it was his home, a few minutes later somehow you convinced Arthur to follow you and after being about to stumble a couple of times with his own steps, you made it to Watery Lane with Arthur Shelby mumbling how you were such a good Samaritan, an angel on earth, you tried you get him to stay quiet or at least keep his voice down, but he was so loud that Tommy had to rush outside to help you.

“Tommy?” Harry asked rubbing his fingers nervously against a cloth, unsure of the answer he would get. “I wanted to know if I can head home early, my wife just had our baby and...” but before he could continue, Tommy nodded.

“Sure, Harry... I will close the Garrison.” He answered in a rare kindness spree while Harry’s face lighted up and decided to leave before Tommy could change his mind.

Pouring himself another whiskey, he quickly made a face as the amber liquid burned his throat.

Memories continued to assault his vision as he remembered the scary face you made when he opened the door.

“Mr. Shelby, sorry to bother you but-”

He was startled at first, wasn’t expecting a new face in Birmingham to stop by late at night with his drunkass brother.

“Ah there it is my little brotha!” Arthur pinched his cheeks, earning a dead stare look from him.

“Thank you for not leaving him outside.”

“Tom-mey! This is... Y/N.” Tommy took his brother’s arm and passed it behind his neck to hold his weight. “Whatcha do sunshine?” He started calling her that for her unusual yellow sweater, it reminded him of a sunny day.

“I send telegrams, if you ever need to send one, let me know.” You stated with a half smile.

“I surely will be sending some then, it’s good to know a familiar face that can keep our affairs off the record.” He then winked at you easing your tension.

Watching at the clock, Tommy wondered if he should walk casually in front of your place to see if you were back home.

And what the hell would he say then?

You had been the perfect company after Grace betrayed him, listening to him while he cursed and blamed himself for trusting her, you never accused him or reproached the mistake he made like some of his family members, no... you just listened when he needed it the most, even helped him get his mind back on track, motivating him to use the pain as fuel. But eventually, you found a man that listened to you, it was only fair if he wasted so much time licking his wounds for someone who wasn’t worth it.

“Would you like some tea?” He offered with some effort while holding Arthur, heavier by the minute. “Let me put him to bed and walk you back home, it’s late.”

“You’re a cloud.” Stated Arthur, his eyes almost closed. “Grumpy... and boring.” Then, patting his chest, he added; “but I love you. Where’s the bottle doll?”

“How fucking embarrassing Arthur.” Tommy pulled or more likely dragged him inside. “Accept my apologies.” He added while placing Arthur on a chair. “You must be cold.” In a gentle motion, Tommy placed a chair in front of the fire and started to boil the water.

“This is really not necessary.” You added, feeling so out of place, after listening to the stories going around the leader of the Shelby family, you weren’t sure what to expect when the ruthless gangster was offering you a cup of tea.

“You could’ve kicked him out...” He pointed at the man whose head was hanging against the back of the chair in an uncomfortable position, snoring lightly.

“He wasn’t exactly the typical drunk that falls asleep.” Nope, Arthur knocked about ten times and when he stared shouting you decided to open the door.

Tommy chuckled at that. No, Arthur got pretty loud when he got drunk.

Pouring the tea for you, he stopped for a second. “Thomas Shelby.” He introduced himself, offering his hand at you.

This wasn’t the same man people talked about you soon realized. And from then on, he was nothing but kind and grateful towards you.

That night after moving Arthur to one of the couches, Tommy walked you home. Explaining to you all about the betting shop, the Garrison and asking you questions about the telegrams. You soon started the be part of the blinders as an informant of things that might have interested them. You were able to get cigarettes and booze for free with Polly and Esme, and hang with them at the Garrison private booth.

As part of their close circle, Tommy constantly asked you for help, not only sending telegrams or getting information, somehow you owned some kind of power over him, since he felt comfortable enough around you and ended up sharing some family affairs that were on his mind.

It had been so easy to fall for him, he was kind, smart and genuinely wanted to help his people. But soon you realized Tommy would never see you as something else, deep down he had been hurt by the previous woman and he was completely focused on expanding his business, you could only imagine he decided to throw his heart into the cut, you had to accept Tommy would never look at you with interest, that’s why you accepted Joseph shy invitation for a walk, he started to send randoms telegrams that could never be delivered, until he asked if you had a free day.

 

Frustrated of the way the events turned out, you pushed the doors of the Garrison, only to find it empty except for Tommy, who sat at the high bar contemplating an empty glass. Joseph was a good man, but there was no sparkle, no flame, your heart didn’t get excited or went beating like drum.

“Where’s everybody?” You asked taking off your coat.

“I kicked them out.” He confessed proudly.

Unsure of his motives, you asked cautiously: “Do you want company?”

“How many drinks can you have?” He asked with a smirk. “You want to play a game?” Tommy asked pouring himself another drink. “Bet your day was better than mine.”

The glass was empty in a matter of seconds, his hair hair disheveled, as id he had been running his hands through it.

“I dare you, get a bottle, it’s on the house.” Raising his glass towards you, he then added; “was your date good? With Saint-perfect- Joseph?” He was about to down it, but stopped abruptly.

“Tommy...” He pushed another glass in front of you.

“We could play Ibble Dibble.”He smacked his hand on the surface of the bar. “You know that? Number one ibble-dibble, with zero dibble-ibbles calling number two ibble-dibble with no dibble-ibbles...”

Tommy wasn’t the type of man to do something like that, you wondered how many drinks he actually had. He was always so serious, always planning his next move.

“We need more people to play it.” Would he actually allow other people to mark his face with the black dots?

“You just want an excuse to call your boyfriend.” Tommy snorted and took another sip.

“He’s not my boyfriend Tommy, can we please stop talking about him?”

“No? What’s stopping him?”

There was no use to explain him that. Trying to avoid the subject, you poured yourself some whiskey, frustrated with yourself for ruining such an opportunity with a decent man over someone who wouldn’t look at you twice.

“Mhh?” He found your reflection in the mirror behind the bottles. You were wearing your hair half up, and a lipstick you used on important celebrations, were you really in love with that Joseph?

“Does he make you laugh?”

“What?” You asked surprised, your head snapping in a sharp movement.

 Did he really said that out loud? Shit.

Turning your head to him, Tommy was already looking at you.

“Should we get you home now?” You asked trying to avoid the real answer.

Pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers, Tommy thought perhaps it was for the best, if he kept drinking this way, alcohol would make him start speaking and he would be damned if he admitted his feelings for you, you were a good woman and deserved better.

He wasn’t sure of the exact moment when he stared to notice your smile, or the way you placed your hand on your hips while listening to his instructions, but the feeling started to grow naturally, he felt attracted for the way you smiled or the way you said his name. The way you saw things.

Somehow you made him forget about the woman who hurt him in the past, slowly, a little bit more each day with your company and your charm, but ye was scared of hurting such a pure soul.

“Cat got your tongue?” You asked as the two of you finally reached the door, it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, he just seemed so lost in thoughts.

Tommy blinked a couple of times, lost of words, the room starting to spin a bit. Woah.

You moved around his house as if it was yours, helping him down you noticed the kettle was ready, so you hurried back to the couch to give him the cup, he would get a terrible headache the following morning, so you placed a bucket on the floor and covered him with one of the coats hanging from the rack.

“Alright, you’re going to regret it tomorrow, but I think you’re all set Tommy.”

Where you officially the save-a-drunk-Shelby?

“Wait.” You thought he would be sleep by now, but he offered you his hand and you took a seat in front of him. “Did you let him kiss you?” You shook your head. “Would you let me kiss you, Y/N?”

The question made your heart skip a beat, his blue eyes seemed clearer suddenly.

“Tommy you’re drunk.”But he silenced you with a finger on your lips, his gaze dancing from your mouth to your eyes and back.

“There’s not a single drunkard that would swallow fire, I’m totally aware of what I’m doing.”

“Oh really? And what exactly are you doing?” You smiled suddenly realizing he pretended to be wasted just to get you to help him.

“What I should’ve done a while ago.”

His hand moved to the back of your head to pull you down towards his lips, they were soft and moved slowly against yours, exploring gently the unknown territory. Not even in his wildest dreams would beat this moment, as your hand came to rest on his jaw.

“How many Ibble Dibbles can you see?” You asked in a whisper after pulling away.

“Not enough.” There was a cocky smile starting to form right before he leaned on his elbow to kiss you one more time. “What did you do to me?” He asked not even waiting for an answer.

Your lips on him felt a thousand times stronger than a glass of whiskey. It was an intoxicating feeling he couldn’t get enough of.

After kissing for what felt like an eternity, Tommy touched your forehead with his, eyes studying your features as his thumb outlined your lower lip.

“I’m drunk on you.”

Sometimes, taking a small risk brings back something bigger.

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A/N: Drinking game mentioned is Ibble Dibble

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