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mysticmoaning · 9 months

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Tension II - rab

Description:

Regulus decides to apologise and you accept in a very gracious way.

Warnings:

Big angst / Use of 'mudblood' / Fingers in V / V Penetration / Virgin!Regulus

A/N:

This is not what I originally planned for this part two, but I guess that can be expected after such a long time between, sorry!!! I hope you enjoy the Big Feelings, Sad Boi Regulus, and Virgin!Regulus. Sorry about the ending, I want to keep this going cause I have some ideas and it was necessary unfortunately.

After your experience on the train, Regulus had become all but non-existent in your life. Your meeting with the muggle-born first years (where he gritted out the speech he left you to write and practically spat on the new wizard and witches' abilities) was the last time you'd seen him, save for the occasional glimpse around Hogwarts.

Whatever. You had better things to do than fool around with such a close-minded prick like him. No matter that the feeling of your own fingers had become a shadow compared to the memory of his scissoring inside you. Fuck...

Stop. You'd get over him eventually. It's not like you liked him, you just...no.

You tried to focus on detangling the knots in your hair as you yanked it out of its bun, wincing at your accidental aggressiveness. It was just your luck that you'd had a quidditch match today. Regulus had been wearing those tight pants under his quidditch robes and your thoughts had drifted towards how difficult it would be to slip your hand down them, costing you a goal.

Lost in the memory, you didn't hear the footsteps until whoever was right behind you. You jumped, having stayed late to have the place to yourself and wondering who the hell had come to disturb you. At the sight of Regulus, you gasped.

"What are you doing here?" You snapped.

He looked ghostly pale, his damp hair combed back and beginning to curl. Noticing his uniform, you realised you were in your bra and underwear, believing everyone to have vacated the showers.

Good. Maybe you could make him squirm.

His eyes flickered down your body before resting on the floor, his cheeks quickly growing red. He shoved his hands in his pants pockets and you smirked in understanding as to why. Well, he couldn't deny his attraction to you.

"Why the nerves, Black? Thought you hated me..." You turned to put your brush down on the bench beside you, head quickly swivelling back when you heard him mumble something under his breath. "What?"

He glanced up, eyes catching on your lacy bra before meeting yours. A muscle in his jaw twitched.

"I said, I don't hate you."

You stared in disbelief. What was he on about?

"Merlin, you had me fooled." You stood, taking a step towards him with your hands on your hips. "Pushing me away as soon as your fingers left my pussy," his adam's apple bobbed nervously and he glanced away, "Then ignoring me for the past two weeks like nothing even happened. And don't think I didn't understand your nastiness with the muggle-born first years being meant for me."

He looked at you then, eyes flicking between your own. His lips parted and then closed. A pink flash of tongue wet them, the fresh shine giving you thoughts of other ways he could use them.

Fuck, why was it so hard to be around him?

He sighed deeply, ran a hand through his hair, and then sat defeatedly on the bench behind him. You nearly asked if he was alright but held your ground.

"I-" He glanced at you before fixing his gaze on the tile, apparently the only way he could say whatever it was that was bothering him. "I don't hate you. And....and I'm sorry."

You stared at him hard, in shock. Had a Black ever said sorry in their lifetime? Sitting back down was the only response you could muster.

The corner of his mouth quirked like he understood your confusion before quickly resuming its downward position. The wrinkles already forming on either side made it clear he was used to the expression.

"Listen, I...I was embarrassed." He glanced at you quickly before looking away. "I'm....I've never...I had never..."

"You're a virgin?" The words left your mouth before you could stop them. He gave an almost imperceptible nod. What were you hearing right now? You had your suspicions but never in a million years did you think them to be true. Just looking at him, you couldn't process that no one had tried to get close enough to him to get him into bed.

Flashing back over the memory from the train, certain things began to jump out at you. His nervousness. How he thought you were in pain when you threw your head back in pleasure. The way he groaned into your shoulder when you....

"Holy shit, you came!" You didn't mean to practically yell it, your hand flying over your mouth.

His eyes were round saucers as he stared at you, cheeks growing impossibly red.

"Y/N, please..." The shine in his eyes made you freeze. "Please don't tell anyone."

You moved to sit beside him.

"Regulus, why would I tell anyone?" His head was in his hands now. He glanced over at you.

"What do you want?" You furrowed your brow in confusion. He studied your face for a moment. "You're not going to tell..." You shook your head, "So what do you want in return?"

"What?" You couldn't understand his thought process for a moment. Then it clicked. Everyone in his life always wanted something in return for treating him with decency. Nothing came free for him...

You had always been conflicted about Regulus. A shitty family can't totally excuse bad behaviour, but this...Merlin, fitting in with his family was about survival. Sirius had gotten out, sure, but you'd never heard anything about him trying to help Regulus. His only connection to a better, less hateful world had left him behind.

"Regulus," You slide your fingers into his, pulling his hand away from his face and into your lap. He looked at you and then away, obviously waiting for the other shoe to drop. "I don't want anything from you. I'm not going to tell anyone because that's our private business and no one else deserves to know. That's the least you deserve."

He glanced back at you, eyes flickering over the details of your face. His lips silently mimed 'our' and the corners of his mouth started to curve upwards.

You couldn't help it, all the tension from the past two weeks, the anger, and this loaded conversation, wore down your resolve. Plus, you were beginning to think maybe you didn't hate Regulus after all.

You kissed him, his lips just as soft and welcoming as on the train. He involuntarily moaned into your mouth and you smiled.

His fingers, impossibly gentle, ghosted over your exposed thigh. You angled yourself towards him and moved his hand around to your hip. He pulled away with a soft gasp, eyes searching your face.

"I don't know..."

You paused immediately, gripping his hand in yours and holding it chastely away from your body.

"We don't have to do anything, Reg. I want you to be comfortable."

He shook his head quickly, a smile like sunshine lighting his face and making your stomach flip. "No, I want to. Merlin, do I want to..." His thick brows knitted a cloud that cast a shadow over his face. "It's just...since I've never...I don't know how long I'm going to last. I mean, you didn't even touch me last time and..."

He looked to you shyly.

"Hey," You moved his hand back to your hip and his eyes tracked the movement, darkening as his skin made contact with the plump flesh just briefly covered by the band of your underwear. "We all have to start somewhere."

This time, he leaned in to connect your lips. You revelled in this subtle show of confidence and the way he flicked his tongue against yours.

"You're so beautiful," He whispered against your lips, his fingers teasing the edges of your underwear. "I've always thought so."

You pulled away enough to look into his eyes, realising suddenly that they were the deepest of blues, not black like you thought. He stared back, a nervous smile on his lips.

You studied his face. His lashes were thick like his brows, black and shadowy around his eyes. He had pinprick freckles over his nose and on the highest points of his cheeks. The bow of his lips was so perfectly formed you couldn't help but lean in to kiss him again.

He kissed back, more firmly this time. You felt the heat too, the urgency that was beginning to rise between you. His fingers dug into your hip and you sighed into his mouth in response. He took this as a good sign, moving his hand around to palm at your ass. You put your hand over his and squeezed so he'd grab you, not giving him the time to question as you slung one leg over his to straddle him.

He stared at you in awe and you felt the bulge in his pants harden further. You held his face in your hands, fingers spread over his cheeks, and ground your hips into him. His eyes rolled back with his head as he groaned out at the feeling.

"Is this okay?" You confirmed and his hands flew to your hips, gripping tightly.

"Merlin, yes," He just managed to slit his eyes to look at you, pupils blown so you could hardly see the rim of blue around them. You smirked down at him, keeping your eyes locked on his as you began to unzip his pants and pull him out of his boxers. He cursed as you gripped him in your hand, gently beginning to stroke him. "Fuck, I don't know that I'm even going to make it inside you, Y/N."

You laughed as he quirked his lips, smiling apologetically.

Deciding not to tease him any further, you slipped your underwear to the side and ran the head of his cock quickly through your dripping folds. Regulus cried out at the feeling but you swallowed the sound with your mouth, kissing him as you slowly lowered yourself onto him.

You moaned as his considerable girth stretched you out, his own sounds of pleasure already signalling that he was close. Rocking slowly against his hips, you focused on the friction of your clit rubbing against him. He gripped your hips so hard you were sure he'd leave bruises and you knew he was using all of his self control not to cum.

You quickened your pace and he gasped into your mouth. Pulling away, you moved your lips to his ear, giving a soft bite to shell of it. He groaned and his hands moved down to your thighs, still holding on like his life depended on it.

"Let go, Reg. I wanna hear how good it feels." You whispered into his ear. The flutter of your breath on his neck and the words you spoke sent him quickly careening over the edge.

"Fuck, Y/N!" He cried out, his head thrown back as his cock twitched inside of you with each thick stream of cum. You kissed along his exposed neck, slowing your movements as his quick, heavy breaths began to calm.

When he was nearly recovered, he raised his head to look at you, his cheeks flushed. He moved his hand between your bodies and rubbed his thumb over your clit, making you gasp.

"Shit, Reg, you don't-" He caught your lips in his, bucking his hips up gently as he rubbed generous circles on your clit. You moaned into him, his still-hard cock thrusting into you making the fire that already burned in your belly begin to spread.

He started to kiss your exposed chest, sucking at the skin of your breasts. When he began to soften inside you, he quickly replaced himself with the fingers of his other hand, working them faster until you were a cursing mess on top of him.

Momentarily abandoning your clit, he used his free hand to pull down half your bra, latching onto the exposed nipple with his tongue and bringing you to your breaking point.

You cried out his name as you rocked through your orgasm, falling onto him and trying to regain your breath once the waves of pleasure passed.

Finally, you pulled yourself up to look Regulus in the eyes. He smiled softly, cheeks still pink in pleasure.

His brows rose slightly, lips parting to expose a sliver of his perfect, white teeth. You moved off him and he quickly zipped himself up while you fixed your bra.

"So..." He began, nervous once again, his fingers playing with the sleeve of his sweater. "This doesn't mean anything, right?"

You stared at him in disbelief. What? His features began to darken, his eyes trained on the floor again.

"I can't...." He swallowed. "I can't be anything to you. I mean, my parents can't know. No one can know..." He trailed off softly.

"What?" You were growing angry. What did that mean? "God, Regulus, seriously? Since I'm not some close-minded, pureblood scumbag you can't be associated with me? Fuck off."

He stood quickly and moved towards you while you hurried to get dressed.

"Y/N, I can't. You don't understand-"

"I don't understand?"

"No, I've got...responsibilities. You don't-"

He cut himself off with a gasp as you stepped to him and yanked up his sleeve, revealing the offensive black ink branded into his skin. "What don't I understand, Regulus? I think it's perfectly clear. I don't fit into your tiny, fucked up world. You can't play the perfect Death Eater for mommy and daddy and fuck a dirty mudblood at the same time. Does that about sum it up?"

You stormed out before he could answer, ignoring the pain in your chest and the tears beginning to spill over onto your cheeks.

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mysticmoaning · 9 months

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New Things

Request:

LOVE the Dom!Fred like just 👌🏻

May I request a Subby!George w/ pegging if it's no too much. If it is thats totally fine! Absolutely enjoying your works 😁😁

Description:

You want to peg George. George wants to be pegged. Valentine’s Day shenanigans ensue.

1.8k Words

Warnings:

Oral (F receiving) / Pegging / Sub!George / Dom!Reader / Light choking / Fingering (M receiving)

A/N:

This request was so sweet and I’m SO sorry for taking so long to respond!! Ngl I started dating someone and I’m not good at writing smut if I’m getting my fair share (iykwim) so I’ve been non existent on here and I feel bad

xx Bly

The first time you pegged George was Valentine’s Day.

You were playing some sex card game and one of the prompts dared you to tell him something new you wanted to try in bed. It had been on your mind for a while, but with him being so sweet and gentle you were worried he’d feel pressured to agree to make you happy. You loved taking control and making him do what you wanted, but only because he loved it too. You would never do anything that wasn’t consensual.

“Y/N?” George spoke softly, his thumb brushing your knee where his hand rested on your leg. He was laid out, the length of him stretched across your living room. The cat you’d adopted together was curled against his chest, his other hand gently stroking their head.

Fake candles were scattered around your living area, rose petals gathered around them. You had floor pillows beneath you and a picnic blanket laid out on the carpet, preventing the chocolate fondue George had prepared from staining your flat forever.

His voice and the image of him coated in candlelight, sending a warmth through your chest, drew you from your thoughts. You blushed.

“Well...” You looked into his brown eyes and he smiled. “I’ve kind of thought about fucking you. Like, pegging, I mean.”

His face froze, eyes widening and mouth going slack. He started to stand up, your cat heading to its favourite spot under the bed in the guest room.

“Georgie, it’s really no big deal if we don’t. It’s just an idea, I’m not upset if it’s not something you want to do,” You rushed, worried that he was freaked out by the request or was trying to convince himself to do it for you.

He returned from where he’d disappeared into your shared bedroom. In his hands was a sparkly red gift bag with pink tissue paper peeking out. You furrowed your brow in confusion.

Sitting down in front of you, he handed you the bag.

“I want to, I ⎯”

“Are you sure?” You interrupted, hand gripping his and squeezing lightly. “There’s absolutely no pressure, I don’t wan⎯”

He raised his hands to cup your cheeks, giving you his classic amused, quirky smile. “Jus’ open the bag, Y/N.”

Raising an eyebrow at him, you listened. He collected the tissue paper as you sent it flying out of the bag. What sat at the bottom had you bursting with relieved laughter.

“See?” He said, “I was going to give this to you later, though I guess it’s really more of a gift to me. So, very good timing love.”

You pulled out the strap-on, not as big as George but surprisingly realistic. A blush lighted his cheeks as you wrapped your hand around the veined shaft, an amazing match to your own skin colour. You ran your thumb over the tip the way you would if you were teasing George, meeting his gaze as he swallowed silently.

“Does my good boy want me to fuck him?” You whispered, peeking your tongue out to lick the tip of the plastic cock in your hands. George’s eyes darkened, his cheeks reddening further as he nodded shyly.

You slid the toy from the belt and reached out with it, brushing it along George’s cheek. His eyes fluttered shut as you ran it down the side of his throat, over his collar bone, and to the light ginger patch of hair around his belly button. He laid back on his elbows, encouraging you. You didn’t have to wonder about if he liked it, the bulge in his pants was proof enough.

“Does my beautiful boy like to feel my cock on his skin?” You whispered this in his ear, your nipples growing hard at his shiver when you nibbled on the shell. George's cock twitched in his pants as you teased the moulded version against it. He lolled his head back, his breath heavy in anticipation.

You slapped the plastic cock against his leg gently, snapping out, “Answer me.”

He whined and nodded, his hips bucking at your demanding tone. You loved making George desperate. Your fancy, frilly underwear were already soaked.

Attaching the dildo to the harness again and slipping it on, you noticed George reach for the new tub of lube inside the bag and let out a chuckle.

“Eager now, are we?” He smiled at you, feigning embarrassment but you knew every second you weren't inside him was driving him crazy. “Pants off.”

He hurriedly complied, his thick erection springing up onto his slim tummy.

“You are so incredible,” You gave a loving, soft kiss to his hip bone.

George curled his fingers in your hair, voice catching in his throat as he tried to speak. “No, you. How lucky am I?” You stretched out to kiss him, running your fingers over his cheek before bringing them down to spread over his throat. He moaned at the sensation and you laughed into his mouth.

“Kneel in front of the sofa.” You demanded, giving the sides of his throat a quick squeeze before letting go so he could obey you. He did so willingly, popping open the lube and using his fingers to apply it where he desperately wanted you. “Mhhm,” You hummed, “Now that's a pretty sight. I wanna see my good boy finger himself.”

He glanced back at you a touch surprised and likely frustrated. You knew he wanted your fingers, but you loved to tease him and the sight of his fingertip dipping into his tight hole was turning you on.

You sat back in the chair to the side, watching him circle the hole and dip in, trying not to moan. He did this a few more times before adding a second finger, then a third, then a fourth. You were getting impatient yourself, the sight so sexually stimulating, but you could tell he was getting close and you wanted him beyond ready and begging before you gave him what he needed.

“Y/N, please,” George whined, glancing back at you with hazy eyes.

“Please, what? I don’t know what you want if you don’t speak up, love.”

“P-please,” He already knew better than to stop moving his fingers, the sounds deliciously sloppy and only adding to both of your horniness. “I want-”

He gasped out and you knew he was on the edge.

“Stop,” You demanded, moving forward and slapping his ass. He cried out and stilled his fingers. You grabbed his wrist and yanked it back and he whimpered at the loss.

“Y/N, please...” He moaned as you teased the tip of your cock against his ass, watching it press against his pale flesh and squeezing out more lube along the length. You kissed his shoulder as you eased the head inside, George growing delirious with pleasure as he gasped.

“Such a good boy,” You pushed your cock further in, the pressure of the harness on your clit turning your words into a purr, “You’re taking me so well Georgie.”

He nodded quickly, his mouth frozen open and his eyes clenched shut as he revelled in the sensation of you filling him up. He couldn’t believe he’d waited this long to try it.

You rocked gently at first, each thrust punctuated by a breathy moan from George. As you grew comfortable with the feeling and the rubbing against your clit began to build a tension in the pit of your stomach, you sped up. You gripped his hips, digging your fingers in and drawing George nearly over the precipice he was dangerously close to.

“Oh, god, keep going,” He begged, his hand finding his own swollen cock and slipping over it in a similar rhythm to your thrusting.

“Shit, I love fucking you George,” You gasped out, beginning to feel the tension coiling. He moaned at your words, rocking his hips back against you so your skin began to slap each time you filled him up completely.

Knowing he was close and feeling your own release building, you grabbed his arms, pulling him upright and pounding him fast and hard with your breasts and the curve of your stomach pressed against his back. He cried out, reaching back to grip your thighs and draw you even further inside him. You wrapped an arm around and began stroking his cock for him, the sensation being the last straw for him.

“Fuck, fuck,” He called out, “Y/N, fuck!”

You felt his release pool over your fingers but you kept sliding your hand over him, slowing as he came down from his high. Stilling your thrusts, you held him from behind, his body slumped over the couch in a hazy high. You gently pulled out, George shuddering slightly at the loss of fullness and warmth.

You slipped the strap on off, pulling George against you on the floor. He lay his head on your chest to listen to your heartbeat. You ran your fingers through his hair and tried to ignore the throbbing of your clit.

“God, that was incredible,” He hummed. Through the fog of pleasure, it occurred to George that you hadn’t cum. He eased his fingers over your thigh and began to tug at the lace of your underwear. You didn't object, allowing him to slip them off.

“Can I?” He glanced between your pussy and your eyes, his own growing darker. If there was one thing George loved more than you fucking the brains out of him, it was having you on his tongue.

“Of course, love,” You tangled your fingers in his hair again as he slid his face between your thighs, laying his tongue flat on your clit and making you sigh. Feeling your wetness on his tongue, you and George both knew it wouldn’t take long for him to bring you to your orgasm. He flicked your clit with the tip of his tongue and then traced the alphabet over it, capital and lower case, and was only on ‘G’ when your thighs started to tighten on his head.

He massaged the flesh of your thighs, burying his face further between them, and switched to dipping his tongue inside you with his nose rubbing against your swollen clit. The new sensation was enough to make the coil in your stomach burst, sending a warmth over your whole body.

“Ah, George,” You cried out, back arched. He teased his tongue over your sensitive skin until you had calmed before kissing his way up your body and to your lips. You whispered against his, tasting yourself against them, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” He laid his head on your chest again, curling into your side as you wrapped your arms around him. “And I love Valentine’s Day.”

You laughed, slapping his ass to make him squeal out.

#smut #Harry Potter Smut #hp smut #george weasley #george #Harry Potter #valentines day #sub!george #pegging

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mysticmoaning · 1 year

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Sorry for the delay in posting!! I’ve been struggling with insomnia and have some uni assignments due

As soon as I’m less stressed and properly rested things will go back to normal, I promise!

Bly xx

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mysticmoaning · 1 year

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Is there going to be a part two to tension? 👀

Yes !! I will be working on it soon :) if anyone wants to be tagged in the post so you know when it’s up, just comment or message me

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mysticmoaning · 1 year

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In Deep

Request:

hi, i was wondering if you could do a dom! james potter fic?? maybe he’s a bit rough and overstimulates her?

Description:

Marauders!Era James is just a fling to you. A good fling, and one you’ve avoided for the last 3 weeks. But his jealousy won’t let him watch you go home with someone else.

3k words - I got very into this one 😅

Warnings:

Gif below the cut / Mentions of drunk sex / Smoking / Jealousy / A touch of Wolfstar / Oral (M & F receiving) / Face fucking / Light hair pulling / Use of ‘slut’ / V Penetration / Overstimulation

A/N:

This ended up being really romantic (for a rough smut). I enjoyed writing this one a lot! Loosely inspired by Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys.

xx Bly

It had been three weeks.

Three fucking weeks since James had you dripping off his tongue, looking down at him with lids heavy and hair tangled around your face, absolutely wrecked.

Every single day without the sight of you like that had been agony.

Having started as a drunken fling, you’d quickly turned into more for James. At first it was just the way you felt clenching around him. He wanted to live there, buried deep inside you with your legs wrapped around him ⎯ you were pure bliss. The way you made him feel like a god on your knees with his hands tangled in your hair, your nose brushing against his dark curls and your moans vibrating through his cock sending him somewhere he was sure was altogether unholy. He’d never felt that way with anyone else.

But even those moments couldn’t match the ones afterwards.

Etched in his mind was the way your eyes crinkled when you smiled. Your chiding tone when he’d light up a cigarette in bed. The blush on your cheeks when you’d join him on your balcony, wrapping your silk robe closer around you as he held the cig to your lips and you took a drag anyways.

Rarely, unbearably, you’d fall asleep together, still connected more often than not. Those mornings after...merlin. Those mornings he would wake to the smell of toast burning and you cursing the toaster you insisted on using the muggle way. He’d peak out of your doorway into the kitchen and watch you standing there in a long t-shirt (usually the one he’d left at your place accidentally the second time you’d slept together) with a cigarette dangling from your lips, and he could see a future where he woke up to you everyday.

Now he’d gone three fucking weeks without you and it was getting hard to ignore the ache in his chest. You hadn’t shown up to the bar you usually left together and the idea that you’d lost interest in him had been driving him crazy. Thinking about you with someone else...fuck.

He gripped his pint of beer and cursed Remus with a deadly glare for insisting everyone ‘start out slow.’ He needed hard liquor to burn you from his brain.

As if reading James’ mind, Sirius returned from the bar with a tray of shots.

“Sirius...” Remus sighed with an eye-roll, but he was smiling. He doled out the three shots meant for each wizard.

“To James getting his eyes off the door for five fucking minutes tonight!” Sirius toasted, clinking his glass with each of his friends and quickly downing his shots. He shot James a wink and James flashed his friend the bird in return, fighting the blush that was rising up his neck.

Was he really that obvious?

Sirius was right, he needed to forget you. More shots were definitely required for him to get himself to go home with anyone else, though.

Standing to head for the bar, he glanced over at his friends. Remus’ hand was at the top of Sirius’ thigh, having clearly just moved off of the bulge in the younger marauder’s jeans. The two tended to go home together when Remus had any amount of liquor in him, which was most nights the boys went out, but both pretended nothing was going on. James groaned, making Sirius beam.

“Get a room, Moony.” He turned to make his way to the bar, a smile tugging at his lips for the first time that night.

“Two more, mate.” James motioned to the bartender, taking a seat at the stool in front of him.

He watched as both Remus and Sirius ‘coincidentally’ headed to the toilet within five minutes of each other. Three shots? Really? He needed to remember that this was why starting out slow was a good idea...or at least for Remus.

Spinning to look out over the crowded pub, James ran a hand through his hair. His eyes landed on a pretty redhead chatting with her friends. Downing his next two shots, both firewhisky this time, he started towards her but stopped in his tracks when he heard it. Or you, rather.

✴︎✴︎✴︎

You laughed at the joke the man (whose name you could not remember) in front of you made, internally cringing at how fake it sounded in your ears. But he was cute and you were tipsy enough to want to leave with him.

His hand on your thigh was steadily moving upwards, slipping under the fabric of your dress. The feeling it gave you was nothing compared to the way James⎯

Fuck.

Turning your face away from the guy, you took a deep breath, hoping he was too distracted watching your tits half exposed by your dress to notice.

He was, only now you were too.

A few feet away James stood with his eyes trained on you, the intensity in them drowning out everything around you. He scanned your face then down your neck. You could almost see that he was searching for any remnants of himself left on your skin. He must know it had been too long for the bruises to still be there, but somehow that was the worst part.

When his eyes fell on the mans hand, now arrogantly palming your ass, they flickered with a fire you’d never seen before. A fire that quickly found its way to your core.

James began walking towards you, so you faced the guy you’d been flirting with and tried to quickly suggest he should probably go talk to someone else. He resisted, grabbing harder at your ass and spewing dirty compliments in your ear. When James arrived beside you and pulled you off the stool, the man stood.

“Hey⎯” He began, voice much deeper than it had been when he was talking to you.

“Mate,” James shot him a cocky smile, “My friends are currently fucking in the bathroom, but the second I call for them they’ll be here and you do not want to fuck around with them ‘cause you will find out.”

The man blinked at James, who quickly placed a respectful hand on your waist and firmly ushered you towards the exit. In a few disorienting seconds you were in your bedroom, standing beside James in front of the full length mirror that leaned against the wall next to your closet.

You met his eyes in the reflection, his expression sending a shiver down your spine.

“On your knees.” He spoke, voice demanding. You turned to argue but his hand came up to grip your jaw, fingers and thumb digging into your cheeks, and his look made the words catch in your throat.

Obeying, you quickly dropped to your knees. He stepped away for a moment to grab a chair from your kitchen table, placing it in front of you and sitting back. From where he sat, he had a perfect view of your incredible ass in the mirror behind you. Your dress had even ridden up so he could tell you had nothing on underneath.

Watching his face and the cloud of lust come over his eyes had your pussy pulsing. The past three weeks had been torture. You’d wanted him, merlin, you’d wanted him so bad it scared you. So you stayed away. You tried to convince yourself he was just good in bed, that’s the only reason it felt so good to be with him. Sex was the only reason you kept going to that pub on the other side of town instead of one of the dozen near your flat after going home with him the first time.

“Go ahead,” His voice was impatient but thick with desire. You returned to your senses when you realised he was waiting on you.

Reaching forward unsteadily, you unbuckled his belt, looking up at him through your lashes. He held your gaze, hazel eyes stony.

Once his jeans and boxers were off, his thick cock brushing against his happy trail, you began placing kisses along his thighs. He stifled a heavy sigh as you nipped at the skin of his hip, sucking until the blood started rising to the surface. Licking a long, wet strip from base to tip of his dick drew a moan from him, one he was embarrassed to hear sounded so desperate. He suddenly realised he hadn’t slept with anyone else since you and shivered at the thought. Shit, he was in way too deep.

Shaking it off, he brushed your hair behind your head, using one hand to hold it while the other gripped the base of his cock. If nothing else, maybe he could fuck the feelings away.

“Open,” You did, looking up at him. “No hands, princess. Got it?”

You nodded, preparing yourself for what that meant and rubbing your thighs together in excitement.

He eased the head of his cock gently into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around it, running the tip of it twice over the underside, making him groan. It quickly turned into a growl in his chest and he pushed you further down his cock, your throat flexing as you attempted to accommodate his size. Your mouth watered, some of the spit escaping the corners of your lips and dripping down his shaft.

As your throat relaxed you took more of him, moaning softly as you brought your fingers to your dripping core and circled your clit. His eyes caught the movement in the mirror but he didn’t reprimand you, instead smirking as you slipped two fingers in with ease.

Pulling your hair to start you bobbing on his cock, he hummed smugly.

“You’re such a little slut, y’know that?” He mused, gazing down at you. “I can’t decide whether I like watching you suck me off or play with yourself more.”

You moaned at his words, the vibrations making him roll his head back and push you to increase your pace. Soon, he had you gagging on him as he bucked his hips up to meet your pace, relentless. The sounds he was making and your fingers curling in and out of your aching cunt had you on edge, whining around his cock as tears started slipping down your cheeks.

“Fuck, Y/N, you take me so well,” James groaned, pulling your hair harder, “Such a good girl for me.”

Unraveling at his words, you clenched around your fingers, desperately wishing for his cock instead. The sensation of your continual moaning had him coming soon after, pushing you down until your nose pressed against his skin as his cum shot down your throat in bursts.

James pulled you off his dick with a pop, letting go of your hair so you could stand up. He smiled lazily, eyes half-lidded.

He was far from done, though.

Gripping the hem of your dress, he pulled it up your body. His gaze followed each new stretch of exposed skin, his breath catching with how beautiful you were. Every fucking inch of you.

Throwing your dress to the side, he palmed your breasts. His thumbs flicked over your nipples, making you sigh. Following the curves of your body he made his way to your ass, squeezing lightly in warning as he picked you up into his arms.

Your lips met his for the first time that night, both of you moaning into the kiss. Tangling your fingers in his hair, you relished in his large hands wrapped around your waist and the shocks of electricity that traveled to your core with each brush of his thumb. How did he do that?

Sooner than you wished he was throwing you back on your bed. He stood at the end, looking down at you in a way that made your stomach start doing gymnastics, a deep blush rising to your already flushed cheeks. You felt genuinely, unquestioningly beautiful when he looked at you like that.

“Y/N...” His voice was a hoarse whisper. He looked into your eyes, brows furrowed. You glanced down, unable to hold his gaze.

The rustle of him removing his shirt made you look back up. He was slim but toned, pale skin taut over the muscles of his abdomen. Dark hair curled around his navel and down to where his cock already stood stiff again.

A muscle in his jaw ticked as he traced your body with his gaze again, this time a look burning in his golden eyes that made you clench your thighs together. He tossed his glasses to the side before he grabbed your knees and forced them apart, ignoring your whiny gasp and burying himself between your legs, tongue flat against your aching clit.

“Fuck, James!” You cried out. He was brutal, spelling his name with the tip of his tongue before dipping it into your pulsing core and repeating. Your previous orgasm had you quickly falling off the edge again, hands gripping the sheets and thighs trapping his head against you.

Before you were even fully down from your high, still breathing heavy, James was on top of you. His arms rippled as he held himself above you, lips shiny as he distracted you with his mouth while he eased his cock inside you.

You were more than ready for him, but after so long without him inside you, the way he stretched you out was incredible. A moan sounded deep within you, turning into a whine as he pulled out of the kiss, burying his head between your neck and shoulder.

“You feel unbelievable,” He groaned. “So fucking good around my cock. So fucking tight.”

You gripped his arms as he used them to wrap your legs around him, burying himself as deep as he could go. Just the feel of him like this had warmth spreading through your body, a haze of lust overtaking you and overwhelming you with him.

When he started to rock his hips you were shocked to find yourself already approaching your orgasm. The intensity made you whine his name, almost painful after already coming twice. He stilled inside you when he heard how close you were and you thought you might explode. You tried bucking your hips for friction but he held them down firmly.

“You’re mine, Y/N,” He growled and you forced your heavy lids open in surprise. He stared into your eyes, his practically on fire. You nodded desperately.

His hand came up to your throat, gripping it lightly.

“Say it.” He demanded. “Say you’re mine. No one else can make you feel this good. ‘Specially not some bloody git at the pub.”

“Jamie,” You whined, tears welling in your eyes as you ached for release.

His hand on your throat moved to tangle in your hair at the nape of your neck, his other rubbing an infuriatingly slow circle on your clit. He kissed at your jaw, nipping at the sensitive skin below it. The pleasure of his cock thick inside you was beginning to fade as he remained still.

“Who do you belong to, Y/N? Whose cock makes you feel this good?” He placed a sweet kiss to your neck, his breath as he spoke making you break out in goosebumps. Suddenly, he snapped his hips forward, going impossibly deeper and making stars blur your vision.

“Yours, Jamie! Fuck, I’m all yours.” You cried out. “I want you to fuck me, please. Every night. I want your cock every fucking night.”

He increased his speed on your clit in response, sending your orgasm washing over you in waves so strong you were sure you’d never recover.

He didn’t give you time to, gripping the headboard and beginning to snap his hips into yours. With each thrust the wood slammed against the wall, muffled slightly by his fist. Though you still hadn’t come down from your last high, the knot in your stomach was tightening again already.

“Jamie,” Your back arched in pleasure and pain and you shook your head desperately, “Jamie, I can’t!”

He only sped up, gripping roughly at the flesh of your hip.

“Yes you can.” He groaned, throat thick. “You’re my good girl. You take me so well. Just let go.”

You obeyed, screaming out as your whole body burst into flames. Your legs tightened around him, knees coming up higher on his back. He moaned as your pussy pulsed around him and your nails dug into his skin.

“’M close,” He groaned. “Fuck, I love you.”

The words made your stomach flip.

“Jamie, please cum inside me. I want to feel you fill me up.” You begged. He’d always finished on your body or in your mouth before, you both agreed that coming inside felt too personal.

Your request brought him to his own finish, his thrusts growing sloppy before he finally stilled. You could feel each burst of cum as he released himself inside you, groaning out at how incredible you felt.

He laid on top of you as you both tried to recover your breathing. Placing gentle kisses along your shoulder, James looked up at you in pure bliss. You used your hand in his hair to bring him forward, catching his lips with yours. The kiss was something different than every kiss before. When he pulled away, he brought his hand to your face, brushing his thumb gently over your cheekbone.

“You okay?” His eyes flickered between yours, studying you for any hint of discomfort. “Fuck, you look incredible. You’re totally wrecked.”

You nodded, letting out a satisfied laugh. He smiled and kissed you again, pulling out of you gently and swallowing your whine.

Grabbing a towel, he carefully cleaned you up, trying not to overstimulate you anymore. His eyes flicked up to your face repeatedly to be sure and you smiled down at him warmly.

“I love you too,” You rasped.

“What?” His attention snapped back to your face. A blush ran up his neck as he realised what he’d said. But a smile quickly lighted his eyes when he processed that you’d just said it back.

He wrapped you in his arms, pulling the blankets up over you and burying his face in your hair. He breathed in the scent of you, letting it consume him and finally allowing himself to embrace the way he felt about you. You hummed happily into his chest and he kissed your forehead, whispering I love you over and over and over until neither of you could stay awake any longer.

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Just for you - S.B.

Best friend!Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Giving Sirius a handjob in front of friends

Another part of the FWB

Warnings: Smut, Friends with benefits, handjob, teasing

Hope your enjoy, smut under the cut.

Parties could be incredibly boring before you and Sirius had begun your arrangement, but now… now you just wanted to think of ways to make him squirm, and it only took you a moment of sitting beside him, looking at his side profile to figure it out. You slid your hand onto his thigh under the table, making him jump and look over at you. You smirked, raising an eyebrow, and he, as if unknowingly, reached down and unbuttoned his pants, allowing you to slip your hand in and grip his cock. He was already hard, fuck.

"What're you doing?" Sirius asked, and you felt yourself shiver at how breathy and low his tone was as he leaned forward, dropping his jacket over his lap.

"Nothing."

"Fuck, Y/N... Everyone's here, someone could see-." You cut him off with a laugh, shaking your head to dispel any attention that might've been brought your way by Sirius not being able to control himself. You rubbed your thumb over the slit of his cock, making him swallow a groan.

"No one'll know unless you do something to tip them off." You moved your hand faster, shivering at the way that the veins pressed inton your skin, at the way that his hips snapped up ever so slightly into your hand, unable to control himself. "You're so hard baby..." You mumurmed, and he clenched his jaw, giving you an almost pleading look."You know what that dress does to me... Fuck, that's why I said it was only for me." He said, his voice almost pathetically whiny as you pumped his cock faster, giving him a grin. It was for him, of course it was. He had to know that on some level, right?

"I only wore it for you." You reminded him, and Sirius rolled his eyes, chewing on his lip as you continued your brutal pace. His fingers dug into the wood of the table as he took deep breaths, looking flushed.

"Of course you did... I don't believe you." He mumbled, and you rolled your eyes. Who else would you be trying to impress at a party with friends. He was the only one.

"C'mon, Sirius..." You were careful to glance around before leaning in, nipping at his earlobe and pulling away fast, feeling his cock throb in your hand. "I think I benefit from riling you up, don't I?" You purred, knowing your teasing tone was only going to push him closer to the edge. The veins in his neck were popping as he tried to control himself, like he was willing himself back from the edge. You couldn't have that.

"Fuck..." He sighed, his head hanging back on his chair as he leaned in a way that gave you better access. God, this was perfect, he was perfect down to the last detail.

"I wish I was riding your cock right now..." You whispered, and his jaw dropped as your pace increased once again, making his whole body tense. You knew that was a fantasy of his, you two hadn't gotten that far in your exploration yet, despite both of you obviously craving it.

"We've... we've never done anything like that-." You cut him off, leaning into his ear. That was what you wanted, though. That was what you needed from him.

"I want you to cum inside of me, Black. I want you to fill me up." You said, and he gulped, breaking a bit, his breathy moans breaking through his facade of calmness as his nails dug into your arm.

"Shit, Y/N." He whined, and you smirked, knowing he was moments away from finishing. You wanted him to, every ounce of you craved that feeling, it inflated your ego to all holy hell.

"I wanna feel you fucking destroy me, I wanna limp away from you." You said, and that was what did it, you could tell from the look on his face, the way he squeezed his eyes shut as he let out a quiet groan, barely restraining himself from fucking himself into your hand. It was hot, hotter than anything you two had done yet.

"You will..." The damn broke, and he shivered his release into your hand, coating your palm as he continued to jerk and whimper, eventually falling flat agianst his chair, chest all but heaving. You cast a cleaning charm, pulling your hand away. You glanced around, half expecting the room to be staring at both of you, but no one seemed to notice. Good.

"Good job... such a good job..." You prasied, and it took him a moment to come back to his mind, buttoning his pants and sitting up to look at you.

"Holy fuck. That was... That was hot, Y/N." He sighed, and you grinned, giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek, no different from how you always had. No different from how you greeted everyone else.

"See? No one saw us." You promised, and his gaze darkened, a smirk playing on his lips as he eyed you, swallowing down the rest of his firewhiskey.

"Meet me in the bathroom. Ten minutes, or I'm dragging you in by your hair." He murmured, and you clenched your thighs, feeling the ache there. Fuck.

"I'll see you there, Black." You said, keeping your tone steady, and he nodded, straightening out his clothing before leaning down over you, making you flush.

"You'd better." He said, and then he was gone, and you, a moment later, were following.

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Tension - rab

Request:

Regulus Black and reader and they can be rivals whether it’s quidditch or academic pls

Description:

You and Regulus hate each other...mostly...always competing in everything. Now you’re forced into a train car together.

Warnings:

Slight angst / Fingers in V / Mentions of V Penetration / Virgin!Regulus / Abandonment? / Gif below the cut

A/N:

This ends very abruptly but there’s a point to that! (Lmk if you figure out what it is ;) ) I’m planning on at least one other part to this as I feel like I can get a lot more out of the reader & Regulus’ relationship with this concept. I know this part isn’t super rival-y but others will be more so...

Also ! I assumed this request was for smut but just in case, the smut starts after the cut so stop reading if you’re not comfortable ♡

xx Bly

"You've got to be kidding me...” You ran a hand through your hair as you left McGonagall’s office, groaning internally. She’d just doomed you to nine hours stuck in a train car with the person you hated most in the world...

Regulus Black.

As thrilled as you were to receive the position of Head Girl in your final year, it was made less special when Regulus managed to become your counterpart. Now as part of your duties you both had to take the train to King’s Cross to pick up a group of bloody muggle-born first years who’d managed to miss the trip. Normally you’d be more sympathetic, being muggle-born yourself, but forced to be with your rival for so long and finish your welcome-speech to inform the first years of everything they’d missed was the worst torture you could think of.

Over the years, your wit and determination had quickly marked you a top student at Hogwarts. You managed to be athletic as well, adopting the Keeper position on Y/H’s quidditch team. Perfectionism was your fatal flaw and forced you to do everything in your power to be the best at everything you did.

The only problem with that was Regulus’ ability to keep up, and even surpass you in some areas...dumb Seeker...

You might be less bothered by his talent if he wasn’t so caught up in his family’s ideas about bloodlines. There were even rumours (well, at this point they were more than rumours) that he was an official Death Eater ⎯ Dark Mark branded on his forearm and everything. Part of you was sympathetic because you’d heard about how shitty his family was from his older brother Sirius. On the other hand, Sirius hadn’t fallen in with that crowd and you couldn’t totally forgive his prejudice, regardless of where it was coming from.

“Y/L/N!” An unfortunately familiar voice called, bringing you to a halt to spin around with a little too much anger in your movements.

“What do you want, Black?” You sneered.

For a brief second, his face flickered with something you couldn’t read. He quickly recovered, eyebrows lowering in disgust. Despite being generally soft-spoken in nature, Regulus could easily slip into a snarky growl, something you suspected he’d learned from his parents. You’d noticed Sirius do it on occasion too.

“Since being in a train car together for any amount of time is the last thing either of us wants,” He gave you a pointed look, making you scoff, “I’ll finish up the first-year presentation.”

Despite the insult laced in his words, you were still surprised at the offer.

“Fine by me.” You shrugged, turning to get away from him as soon as possible. At the end of the corridor, the feeling of being watched made you glance back to where Regulus still stood, eyes trained on you.

✪✪✪✪✪

As the sun finally fell below the horizon outside the train window, you grew restless. You’d spent the last few hours distracting yourself with the passing scenery. No matter how many times you took this trip, you never grew tired of the beauty surrounding you.

Now, though, you had nothing to keep your mind off the speech you needed to give to the first years. There was no way Regulus was doing as good a job as you could...

Cursing your inability to let things go, you begrudgingly made your way back through the train to the car Regulus sat in. Before you opened the door, you glanced through the glass to catch a glimpse of him.

He sat alone in one of the seats to the left, his back to you but his focus clearly trained on the darkness enveloping the train outside. From the sliver of profile you saw, his lips were turned down, a light crease forming at the corner of his mouth.

Brushing it off, you slid the door open.

“Oh, it’s you.”

Your attention flickered back to him as he spoke, his words lacking the bitterness you expected.

A scroll and quill rested on the table in front of him, clearly unused.

“So you’ve been hard at work...” You scoffed, sliding into the seat beside him and gathering the material closer to you. “That’s what I get for trusting you, I guess.”

He rolled his eyes but his expression remained soft. What was going on with him?

If you were being honest, your back-and-forth with him was something you enjoyed. You didn’t like Regulus, of course, but you couldn’t ignore his easy appeal. His mess of black hair and those dark eyes trained on you always turned your frustration with him into something more. There was something in the way the anger in his face never reached his eyes that made you think maybe he felt the same way.

Sirius had been even more attractive, but he was too aware of it. Everyone flocked to him, wanted to be with him. And most of them succeeded. Regulus didn’t have the same reputation. In fact, you weren’t aware of him having any reputation at all. Sometimes you wondered...

“Y’ can do it if you want,” He picked at the sleeve of his jumper, one you were surprised to recognise was his brother’s. “You’ll probably do a better job anyway.”

Your shock at his almost-compliment sent your next question flying from your lips with more aggression than you intended ⎯ “What’s wrong with you?”

Regulus sighed and rolled his head back, angling himself towards the window again. It didn’t afford him the privacy he wanted, the reflection allowing you to see his brows knot together and his eyes close almost like he couldn’t stop them. When they opened, his gaze found yours, a blush finding its way up the pale skin of his neck onto his cheeks.

He whipped his head around, expression gone sour.

“You,” he sneered. “You’re my bloody problem. Everyone’s always up your skirt, kissing your ass because you can do a little magic. Y’ don’t even belong at Hogwarts.”

Your jaw clenched. You worked to quiet the voice in your head that said the same thing, glaring at him.

Suddenly, a loud screech bit into the air, the train stuttering as it slowed for something on the tracks. Your hands flew to hold the edge of the table. Regulus stuck one palm against the window, the other falling to grip your thigh. Whether it was to steady himself or you, you weren't sure. Either way, it sent a bolt of electricity to your core.

He didn’t seem to notice until the train resumed its pace, gently pressing you back into your seats.

His dark eyes flickered to where your skin met, his thumb absently brushing against the knitting of your thigh-high socks. He was hopeful you didn’t notice his trousers tighten.

You studied his face. His Adam’s apple bobbed nervously, his breath catching in his throat. The dark rings of his irises grew smaller as his pupils dilated under his lowered brow. When he met your gaze to find you watching him, his flush returned and he started to move his hand. You quickly gripped his fingers in yours. The tension of earlier was easily lending itself to the new moment.

Raising your brows in question, he nodded softly.

You uncrossed your legs, guiding his hand between them until the pads of his fingers met the warm, damp fabric there. He bit down on his bottom lip to stop the audible intake of breath.

Pressing his fingers against your clothed wetness, you let out a soft moan. This encouraged him to press harder, moving in a gentle circle to feel more of the plump flesh there. You removed your own hand and Regulus took it as an opportunity to slip his fingers under your waistband, his eyes flicking down to where your skirt had flipped up and widening slightly. The sight of his hand clearly outlined in white cloth and the slick that coated his fingers as he trailed them through your folds had his cock pulsing, desperate for attention.

Meeting your eyes again, his skin grew pink with pleasure, your attention drawn to his lips as his tongue darted out to wet them.

You threw your head back as he inserted his middle finger into you, the heel of his palm brushing against your clit. When he paused his movements you shot him an annoyed glance. You were surprised to find his eyes full of concern, studying your face.

“’S good, Regulus, keep going,” You sighed out, unable to help the smile that lighted your face at his inexperience. The corners of his mouth quirked.

He slipped his finger further in, a soft groan sounding in his chest as his thoughts drifted to how good you would feel wrapped around his cock. Rocking his finger in and out, palm still pressed against your clit, his breathing stuttered. How bloody long had he been thinking about kissing you while he insulted you instead ⎯ and now here you were writhing under his touch? Un-fucking-believable. He knew he was supposed to hate you, but damn.

“Hmm, Reg,” You moaned as his pace quickened and he added a second finger. He couldn't help it, he leaned forward and caught your lips in his.

Tasting Regulus on your lips made you whine, his tongue dancing its way around yours. He separated from you for a moment, glancing from your eyes to your lips before connecting them again, his teeth running gently over your bottom lip. This elicited yet another moan from you.

He definitely had practice with his mouth...

The thought sent an unexpected sting down your throat to rest in your stomach.

Ignoring it, you focused again on his fingers - now three of them - pumping in and out of you. You gripped his wrist, pressing his palm down harder against your clit and bucking your hips to get the friction you needed.

As your moaning increased, Regulus moved his lips to your jaw. He nipped softly, moving down towards your neck and placing kisses below your ear. This had your pussy pulsing, clenching around his fingers as you whined his name.

Sensing you were close, he pulled his fingers from you, making you cry out at the loss. When he started using them on your clit, however, all sense fled from you.

Your hands flew down, one to grip the seat and the other on his own thigh, anchoring yourself as your orgasm rocked through you.

Regulus groaned as you came, burying his head in your neck. You squeezed his thigh harder as the heat traveled through you and he bit down on the soft flesh of your shoulder, only increasing your pleasure.

You both were breathing heavily, his face still buried in your neck. His hair was soft, the waves tangling in your fingers as you raised your hand from his leg to his head. A light laugh rumbled in your chest and you were about to speak when he suddenly started pushing you towards the end of the seat.

"Reg, what⎯”

“Get out.” He snapped, “Move.”

You stumbled to stand, almost tripping in his hurried rush. He forced past you, throwing you a not at all happy look. Stepping forward, you reached to grab his hand, confused at the sudden change in mood. He snapped it away and quickly left the train car, slamming the door behind him.

You stared back at the table, mouth open. His abandoned parchment had fallen into the other seat, his quill now on the floor. You picked up both and sat down, staring at the way he’d left.

After almost an hour, you realised he wasn’t coming back. So he is just a pureblood asshole after all...

You sighed, brushing your hair behind your ear and forcing yourself to focus on the first year presentation, trying to quell the twisting of your stomach and the ache in your chest.

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mysticmoaning · 1 year

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Working on a Regulus request ☆ smutty w/ lots of plot !! Hoping to have it out within a day or two :) may even turn it into a series cause I have a lot more ideas that won’t work in one piece!

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Trapped (Alfie Solomons x Reader)

Trapped Alfie Solomons x Reader Warnings: nothing but smut. oral.

Summary: You are trapped under the desk because of Tommy fucking Shelby.

The office is quiet except for the low grunting sounds Alfie makes above his old desk full of papers and knick-knacks. His musky scent and the bakery’s typical alcoholic smell mix in your nostrils. It makes your head dizzy and drives you deeper and deeper.

You drive him deeper and deeper.

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mysticmoaning · 1 year

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Debts - SOB

Request: N/A

Description:

Marauders!Era Sirius may get on your nerves, but he also gets on your nerves....if you catch my drift.

1.1k words

Warnings:

NSFW / Oral (F receiving) / Mention of BJ / Fingering / V Penetration / Overstimulation

A/N:

Uni is kicking my ass atm but I will be getting to your requests soon ☁︎ this was sitting in my drafts forever so I thought I’d put it out there until I get a chance to write again! Next week, I promiseeeee

xx Bly

From the moment your eyes caught on Sirius Black in First Year, you hated him.

Standing on a bench at the Gryffindor table, drawing the attention of an incredulous Professor McGonagall, he was everything you despised. Arrogant. Ridiculous. Loud and inconsiderate.

Over the years, your disgust turned to indifference. You had few classes with him and those you did, he took alongside Remus Lupin. Remus had become a distant friend, someone you studied with and generally trusted. Sirius seemed subdued by his friend’s presence, as opposed to the boisterous character which appeared alongside James Potter or when all four of his mates gathered together.

Surprisingly, by the end of Fourth Year, you were even beginning to grow quite fond of him. He could be funny and soft when he wasn’t being egged on and enabled. Smart wasn’t a word you would use to describe him in a social setting, but in the classroom you realised he was shockingly sharp and decently studied. His dark eyes and shiny, black hair were…..well, fine, he was handsome. You were big enough to admit that.

Still, had someone told you a year ago that you would be writhing under the touch of the Sirius Black in the empty Gryffindor Common Room while your mates helped themselves to your servings of dinner, you would likely have slapped them in the face. Yet he did such wonderful, AH-mazing things with his tongue and you were utterly hopeless.

“Come on, luv. You’ve got another in there for me.” Sirius cooed, eyes impossibly dark as they smouldered at your face of pleasure. His tongue lapped lovingly at your wetness and parted your folds again. Again, and again, and again he’d had you experiencing wave after wave of pleasure.

A week ago, you’d given him “the blowjob of his life,” as he so lovingly put it, and now you were being repaid in double for your efforts.

First, it was your bed this morning. He’d snuck in while everyone else was asleep and suffocated himself under the covers until he had to plant a hand firmly over your mouth to keep you from waking all your mates.

Then it was the girls’ toilets after class, where he crouched down and hiked up your skirt. His smirk at your lack of underwear started the fire in your belly.

“Darling, I think you forgot something when you were getting dressed this morning. Were you distracted?” His eyes gleamed mischievously, his lips drawing out his last words in such a way you could feel the ghost of them where you were now dripping for him.

“Sirius, please.” You whined despite yourself, cheeks reddening in realisation of how desperate you were for him.

So he’d given you what you wanted, hands grabbing hungrily at your breasts while he drank you in and nuzzled your clit with his nose.

Now, you were falling apart all over the plush red couch of the Gryffindor Common Room. Your fingers dug into the fabric and you were sure by the end of this, every fibre would be engrained in your fingertips. Sirius gripped your thigh in his right hand, the other buried knuckle deep in you and pulling you closer and closer to the edge. He flicked his tongue over your sensitive clit, circled it twice and then lapped at it like he was dying of thirst.

“Sirius,” you moaned, your whole body arching in pleasure. He chuckled against your heat, sending vibrations up to where the fire was steadily building. Your hand pulled at his hair so tightly you knew it must be painful, and still he was devoted solely to the taste of you. The feel of your warmth and wetness against his tongue. The tensing of the muscles in your thigh and in your pussy, pulsing against him. You were so close and he was determined to make this your best orgasm yet. “I-I-”

He pulled away, laughing.

“Spit it out, kitten.” His fingers snaked out of you, trailing lightly up and down your folds and avoiding your clit. The smile glowed on his face, highlighted by his swollen lips and your wetness fresh on his chin.

“I want you inside me, Sirius.” You hummed. Immediately he shook his head, looking up at you through his lashes and tracing his thumb along the bruise already forming on your thigh.

“Today’s all about you, Y/N. Making you feel good,” he kissed your knee and trailed a line up to your hip. “Making stars explode behind your eyes and light up every nerve ending in your body.”

A gasp escaped your lips as he kissed your clit, slipping just the tip of his tongue around it.

“Sirius, I want you to do that,” you reached for his belt. He gripped your wrist firmly in his hand to stop you. His eyes flickered with heat but he quickly controlled it, painfully restraining himself. You looked into his eyes, making yours as big and desperate as possible. “I need you, please. I want to feel you fill me up. And it’s all about what makes me feel good, right?”

How could he argue with that? The look you were giving him had his already-hard cock straining against his pants as he growled at your words.

Knowing you had won, you unbuckled his belt and freed him from his boxers. Gentle strokes had him moaning softly in your ear in seconds as he moved to hover over you.

“Oh, Y/N, fuck.” He grunted as he entered you, already dripping and beyond ready for him.

You whimpered in response, the feeling of having his thick cock stretch you out after so much pleasure today pushing you almost to the edge. When he began to rock into you, lights started dancing behind your eyes. The fire in you roared back to life and when his trembling fingers found your clit, it took only moments before you were exploding into incredible pleasure.

Your fingers and toes danced in electrifying heat, the tingling running up through your spine and into your head causing stars to burst and blur your vision. Eyes clenched shut, you clawed at Sirius’ clothed-back and revelled in the sensations coursing through your body.

“S-Sirius! F-Fuck!” You finally gasped out, warmth spreading through your limbs as you came down from your high. He continued to thrust into you, catching your lips against his as he finally stilled and came in you, cock pulsing with each burst of cum.

You found comfort in Sirius’ weight on top of you as you both lay catching your breath and growing cold from the sweat that coated your bodies. His lips against your neck pulled you from the blissful aftermath of pleasure and you looked down at him.

“So, have I repaid my debt?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

You laughed, head tilting back. When you glanced back at him, his eyes gleamed and a boyish smile played on his lips.

“In full.”

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King for a Day - Dom!Fred

Request:

Would I be able to request a Dom!Fred after celebrating 10 year anniversary of the shop being open? Like a success trip kind of thing. (Because he does not die. That didn't happen 🙃)

Description:

You take Fred on a weekend away to treat him like a king....this idea goes entirely to his head.

2.5k words

Warnings:

NSFW / Dom!Fred / Brief Oral (M & F receiving) / Mention of face-fucking / Use of ‘Slut’ / Fingering / Light Punishment / V Penetration / GIF below the cut

A/N:

Ahhhhh first request & first published smut!! I hope it’s enjoyable, I did my best xx Bly

Your fingers interlaced with Fred’s as you pulled him along behind you, guiding him towards the front of the Bed & Breakfast you’d booked. Although it couldn’t compare to your former school, it was a castle in its own right, and still magnificent standing before you. Now you only hoped Fred enjoyed it....

Heart racing, you turned to remove his blindfold, his brown eyes locking with yours as he adjusts to the bright after having been in the dark for the entire trip.

“Where have you brought me, love?” He asks, lopsided smile turning into a grin at the sight of your face.

You step away to allow him a better view of your rental, nervously chirping, ‘surprise!’ as he took in the sight.

“Y/N...wha’s this for?” His eyes sparkle as they drift over the stone structure and the gorgeous climbing ivy, catching on the delicate type on the rental’s sign.

Two weeks ago had been the official 10 year anniversary of Weasleys’ Wizards Wheezes. You’d thrown him and George a party, of course. Just something small with family and friends - this was meant to be the real celebration, to show him how proud you were of his success.

“I thought you deserved to be treated like a king for a day. For all your hard work, I mean.” He glanced back at you with a funny look on his face. You took his hand again and swept your arm in invitation, “This is your castle.”

Standing on your toes, you beamed up at him to ask for a kiss, a request that he satisfied quickly. He cupped your jaw in his other hand, running his thumb gently over your cheek and soaking you in after he pulled away. “Fucking hell...”

“Want to see inside?” You asked excitedly, him following with a smile as you showed him the great room, the dining room, and the library. Then there was the kitchen, which you explained would be staffed for breakfasts and dinners, meaning they would be arriving in an hour or two.

When you reached the bedroom, with its traditional four poster bed and the grand fireplace already aflame, you realised he’d been unusually quiet on the tour. Normally there would have been a joke or two about something. For fucks sake, he hadn’t even palmed your ass as he trailed up the stairs behind you! Did he hate the surprise?

“I’m sorry if this isn’t what you had in mind,” You tugged at the hem of your dress. It was a short, black number that would usually drive Fred crazy.

Turning around to face him, you gasped to find him standing so close there was hardly space between you. His eyes were trained on yours, setting you on fire and trailing the flames down your body to your pulsing cunt as he took in how incredible you looked.

“King for a day, hmm?” He hummed, his voice low and raspy with lust. “And kings get to do whatever they please, right?”

You nodded slowly, a thrill running through you to your belly. Normally so fun and caring, you loved when Fred got demanding. He was typically in control in the bedroom, but not always like this. It was purely coincidence that you’d picked a place and position of power that would get him in this mood.

His thumb brushed over your cheek again, this time following through to your lips. Parting them gently, he slipped it past them ‘till you could taste the saltiness of his skin before pushing back towards your throat. You swirled your tongue around it, raising your eyes to his which darkened in response.

“On your knees.” He smirked, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants with one hand while the other guided you down to the floor. Once you were stable he pulled his thumb from your mouth, rubbing the wet over the head of his already-hard cock.

Your eyes trained on his impressive length, you instinctively licked your lips. His free hand came down to tangle in your hair, guiding your face up to look at him.

“Open.”

You obeyed, tongue laying past your bottom lip like you knew he liked. He placed the soft, pink tip in your mouth and groaned.

“Fuck, Y/N, I wanted to stain that bloody dress you’re wearing the moment you stepped out in it this morning.”

Using his grip on your hair he guided his cock down your throat, eyes unfocused and breath ragged as he spoke again.

“And now I get to be a fucking king...” He mused. His curls of fire tickled your nose and the pressure in your throat brought tears to your eyes. You gripped his thighs, feeling the muscles tense beneath his pants.

“You’re not going to remember what century you’re in when I’m through with you, love.” He quipped, drawing a moan from you that made him roll his head back.

He started to move, sweeping your hair back from your face and pulling it behind your head to hold you still. You worked your tongue around him, sweeping the underside of his head to force a raspy breath from him.

“Good girl,” He hummed, his words sending a wave of heat to your already soaked core.

Even with his slow thrusts, he was big enough to keep your eyes watering from the effort of relaxing your muscles for him. Still, you prepared yourself for a sore throat later, knowing just how much he loved to face fuck you.

His patience had worn thin, though, and he pulled his cock from your mouth, his need to be inside of you growing too strong.

“Fuck this,” He huffed, gripping your ass and lifting you up off the floor and into his arms, nearly throwing you onto the bed a few steps away. You let out a yelp that quickly turned into a laugh.

“Fred!” You chided, a full smile breaking out on his face and his eyes crinkling, briefly clearing the fog of lust. It quickly returned as his eyes raked down your body and the black dress you’d picked for him.

“I know you’re a slut for me because you choose shit like this,” He spread his hands out on your thighs, pushing up under the hem of your dress, “To tease me. To get me to fuck you like you deserve.”

Arriving at your hips, he twisted the thin strings of your lingerie around his fingers and pulled with a smirk. The cool air hit the warmth of your pussy making you break out in goosebumps, your nipples growing hard and sensitive against the fabric of your dress.

“Hmm, Fred,” You whined, making him chuckle.

“See? How desperate you are to be fucked, you dirty thing.” He gripped your hips tight to pull you closer to the end of the bed. Using his deft fingers, he circled your clit and dipped into your dripping pussy, earning a breathy moan from you.

With a cheeky wink, his face joined his fingers, his tongue dancing around your folds and everywhere except where you wanted him. The only relief came from his fingers, buried just to the first knuckle, but the three of them stretching you enough to fan the flame in the pit of your belly.

He continued this until your hips were bucking in search of more, the heat in your core nearly bubbling over just from the way he teased your body.

“So needy,” He chuckled, his breath against your cunt and the vibration of his voice making you clench your thighs around his head.

Suddenly, he pulled away, leaving you completely empty.

His face was devilish as he gazed down at you, gripping the fabric of your dress around your waist and slowly dragging it up your body. You raised your arms for him, his fingers brushing against the sides of your breasts teasingly and drawing a pathetic whine from you before he rid you of the thing completely.

You fingered the soft fabric of his shirt, begging to unbutton it in search of his skin, but he gripped your wrists firmly.

“Tell me what you want, Y/N,” He prompted, face level with yours, knowing full well how much you claimed you hated begging.

“I want you, Fred,” You whispered. He shook his head with a smirk, running his fingertips down your arms.

“Not good enough, love,” You scowled at him, making him laugh. “What part of me do you want? And what do you want me to do with it?”

You rolled your eyes, earning a rumble from deep in his chest as he quickly gripped your hips and flipped you over. Wasting no time, he dragged your ass to the very end of the bed so your legs fell off the sides, the backs of your thighs brushing against his pants.

With only a momentary rustle of fabric he was easing his cock inside of you. A pornographic moan fell from your lips as he pushed deeper in, your walls clenching around him in a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain. He was giving you only the minimum of time to adjust to his size, barely remaining restrained enough to allow you that.

“Fuck, love, you’re incredible,” He moaned, the full length of him filling you up and forming a hazy cloud in your brain. His large hands gripped and massaged your ass hard enough to bring a pink blush to it as he began to move inside you.

“Fred,” You whined, already beginning to feel the warmth of your orgasm wash over you. His pace quickened, his balls slapping your aching clit with each thrust.

You were a moaning mess as he pounded you with his cock mercilessly, his voice raspy and amused as he spoke, “My girl likes when I do what I want with her, hmm? You like when I’m in complete control and treat you like my little slut.”

“Fuck, Fred, I’m gonna-”

He laughed at your failure to speak, slapping your ass as his cock twitched inside you at the pleasure your release brought him. This sent you flying over the edge you’d been crawling towards, your limbs growing tense and then limp as that tingling wave of fire spread from your core out over the rest of your body. Your moans got stuck in your throat, fists gripping the bedspread and then relaxing as the feeling started to dissipate.

Fred slowed his thrusts, leading you down from your high and placing a loving kiss to your shoulder.

“On your back, love,” He gently directed, helping your shaking legs onto the bed. You rolled over. He caught your eyes, his own full of warmth, and smiled.

Then he began to trace every curve of your body with his gaze, slowly undressing.

You couldn’t help but appreciate him too, drinking in every sliver of pale skin he revealed. After dropping his pants to the floor, he took his loosened tie from the collar of his shirt and wrapped it around your neck, tying it again so it sat perfectly between your breasts. He used it to pull you to a sitting position, catching your lips with his. His tongue pushed past your teeth and tangled with your own.

Moaning softly, you wrapped your hand around his cock and started stroking. He pulled away from your lips with a groan when he started leaking pre-cum into your hand, pushing you back to the bed with a firm grip on your neck.

“Don’t cum again until I say you can,” His soft brown eyes were trained on the curves of your breasts and your raised nipples. They flicked back to your own and his hand tightened briefly around your throat, “Got it, love?”

You looked up at him with a smirk of your own, “Yes, sir.”

He lost it then, hands raking up your body, gripping roughly at your breasts while his cock pressed teasingly against your clit. Your moans were silenced by his lips and your searching hands held down by his own, fingers interlocking. The rings you both wore were cold against the other’s skin.

Way too far gone, Fred couldn’t help pushing into you in a single stroke. He loved fucking you like this, your whole bodies pressed against each other. The feel of your tits moving against his chest had his hips bucking harder into yours. The skin of your tummy and your thighs warm against his made his cock twitch. He loved the flesh above your wet cunt the most, soft and smooth or covered in curls, it drove him insane feeling it push against him as you worked your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Holy fucking hell, Y/N,” He groaned into your neck, nipping at the delicate skin there to distract him from how incredible you felt clenching around him. His hands squeezed yours where they rested above your heads.

Nearly unable to breathe, you were grateful for the pleasurable pain of his assault on your neck and then your collarbones as he buried his head further. Desperately, you clung to that knot deep within you.

Each snap of Fred’s hips made stars blur your vision, your whole body on fire from withholding your orgasm. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he thrust deeper.

“Oh, fuck!” You cried, realising your mistake. Losing the battle quickly, you couldn’t stop the incredible pleasure coursing through you. The backs of your eyelids danced with colour and burned with a heat that enflamed your cheeks down to your toes. Fred’s name came streaming from your lips like a prayer.

The sight and sound of you coming undone made Fred shiver in pleasure, his own release coming soon after at the feeling of your impossibly tight core growing tighter as you came. His cock pulsed inside of you with each burst of cum, his moans choked from the intensity.

“Merlin,” You breathed as you both recovered, his cock still buried in you and his body resting heavy on yours.

Pulling himself off of you, he gave you a devil’s grin.

“You came without permission, love.” He admonished you, your stomach dropping as for a moment you could see behind his eyes that he was considering what punishment best suited him.

Outside, you heard footsteps on the gravel. The muggle chef and her assistant were here to prepare dinner. You looked at Fred pleadingly. He would love to have you screaming while they cooked downstairs, to make dinner beyond awkward.

Laughing at your desperation, he collected your dress and your underwear off the floor. When he handed them to you, he gave you a playful look.

“Because I am a most gracious and forgiving King, I pardon you of your sins, Mrs. Weasley.” His finger trailed along your thigh and he smirked at you, allowing you to wipe it off his face with a grateful kiss.

“Go get the luggage, you dope,” You smiled, pushing him away.

He feigned offence and redressed before making his way to the door. You started towards the attached bath for a shower when he popped his head back in.

“We’re fucking in front of that magnificent fireplace next,” He informed you before disappearing again, making you laugh.

What a gorgeous fucking goof.

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