How Do You Think Lucius Would React To His Girl Having A Biting Kink?

How do you think Lucius would react to his girl having a biting kink?

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He would look you in the eye as he licks along his teeth tantalisingly slowly, smirking as you squirm under his gaze.

Then he would start by nibbling at your ear lobe, trailing his teeth down to your pulse point where he pauses to lick along your throat before biting down there.

He would roll your nipple gently between his teeth and then flip you over to bite at your shoulder, and down to your ass.

He'd be curious and ask you to bite his shoulder as he fucks you, and be surprised at how overwhelmingly sensual it feels to feel the sweet pleasure-pain as he comes inside you, growling as he returns the favour through your peak too.

Idc what anyone says Michael sheen ATE as aro in twilight. Nobody was doing it like him he acted his fucking ass off. I swear to god he thought this was the funniest shit ever and he fucking played the role accordingly. This man was in a high camp period drama that nobody else was in on

I have this in my head for weeks just waiting for your inbox open yassssss

Severus got caught masturbating over his partner's underwear, what's his and his partner's reaction?

Ahhhhhh I'm so glad you caught my ask box while it was open haha.

I think he would be so embarrassed. He doesn't have the best relationship with his own body and his own pleasure, and while I think a loving partner could help him feel more comfortable and confident with himself, he would sometimes still feel guilty for indulging his body's needs. It might go something like this...

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As he pants through his pleasure, desperately pumping his cock, drops of precum leak onto the underwear gripped tight in his other hand - your underwear. The sight of the soft fabric stained with his cum and pressed to his tip causes him to hiss as a jolt of excitement courses through his core.

But suddenly, you're standing behind him and he jumps back, instinctively forcing his erection inside his trousers and your underwear up his sleeve, his face flushed and his chest heaving.

'That's one of my favourite pairs, too,' you smirk, and he looks back at you, horror stricken. 'Don't worry baby, you'll still get to cum... you do need to cum, don't you?'

Snape nods, swallowing hard as you approach him and pull his cock back out of his trousers. He's still hard and he hisses as you palm him, your soft, cool flesh against his hot, aching length.

'Do you want me to wear them?' you whisper, your breath tingling against his cheek, 'Or do you want me to use them?'

He only whines in response, his head falling back as the bliss of your unexpected but welcome touch overwhelms him.

You pull your underwear out from inside his sleeve and press the silky fabric to his cock, sliding it along his length inside your fist.

'Fuck-' he sputters through parted lips, his cock twitching as you mouth at the exposed flesh of his neck.

'Cum for me, baby,' you lean up to breathe into his ear.

He drops forward against you, his fingers digging into your back. His peak hit him like a wave, and he emits a low grunt, muffled against your shoulder as his seed spills over your hand and the underwear, his hips snapping forward involuntarily in sharp juts as you work him through his release.

When you pull away and guide him to rest on the bed with you, his face is red and he avoids your gaze.

'I'm sorry,' he mutters, wincing as you stroke through his hair. 'I shouldn't have taken your underwear and- and used it like- like that.'

'No, I'm flattered that you did. You were so good for me, Sev,' you praise as you wave your wand to clean him, and your silky underwear, up. 'I'm glad I found you with them. I love to make you feel good, Sev. Did it feel good?'

He nods, cheeks burning again.

'You're gorgeous when you're horny,' you chuckle, and he huffs into your chest, wrapping an arm around you.

I'm dying to know who confesses first/makes the first move? Eddie or shy!reader?

so, our darling shy!reader kissed him on the cheek on his birthday, right? right. so, there’s been a massive shift in their dynamic (at least for eddie) but our girl is still grappling with her feelings for him  🤭 so, what happens when someone starts hitting on Eddie after the shift in their dynamic? 👀 (this blurb is part of a collection and can be read alone, or in addition to the ones listed below)

✨ shy!reader x eddie masterlist ✨

April 1986

“God, he’s so hot.” 

It wasn’t the first time you’d heard it, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Through a thick cloud of smoke and the haze of the lights shining onstage,  you follow their line of sight and your chest tightens with something you can’t quite place.

You’ve heard the comments before- granted, they were far and few between- but they were a lot more common outside of Hawkins, where people weren’t afraid of being crucified for sharing their opinion. Usually, it never bothered you. Most times, you found yourself silently agreeing with said compliments before you caught yourself and snapped out of your daze, but something is different tonight.

Your friends played a great set. It wasn’t the first time you’ve seen Corroded Coffin perform live, but tonight they put on an incredible show- with a set comprised of all of your favorite songs, coincidentally. Jeff nailed every guitar solo, Gareth never missed a beat, Chris carried each song with his bass, and Eddie had every single eye on him as the frontman. A few girls even looked like they were visibly drooling at one point, which made you shift uncomfortably in your seat at the bar.

“I wonder if he has a girlfriend,” The same girl that’s been ogling Eddie ponders aloud, and a few of her friends chime in with an equal amount of interest, but not quite as much enthusiasm. “Maybe I should ask him after the show.”

It shouldn’t bother you- it really shouldn’t bother you- but you find yourself biting your tongue- hard enough to lose feeling in the muscle while you force yourself to keep quiet. It’s none of your business, really. Words from a private conversation you were never meant to hear shouldn’t feel like a stake plunging into your heart and robbing you of breath, but suddenly, your chest feels tight and it’s harder to breathe.

You’ve been friends with Eddie for more than two years, and within those two years a wonderful, fulfilling friendship bloomed between the two of you. Eddie broke the ice by reading the same books as you did- although he only ever admitted to reading one, you saw Carrie peeking out of his backpack one afternoon, but never mentioned it- and you learned how to make an entire D&D campaign for his birthday. There were many more instances where the two of you started to grow closer- like when you’d share your lunch with him when someone would steal his lunch money, or how he offered to give you a ride when your dad was running late, and how he always stayed with you until he arrived.

You and Eddie were friends- really, really good friends.

Which was why it shouldn’t bother you that someone was showing interest in him. Yet, your stomach is churning and your chest feels tight with a feeling you’re unfamiliar with. Maybe it’s the fact that you don’t think that hot is the word you’d use to describe Eddie. You’ve always found him handsome, charming, funny, talented, kind and-

“I wonder if keeps those rings on during-“ She starts, and a wave of warmth washes over you once you realize what she might be implying. You’re not sure what comes over you, and if anyone asked, you wouldn’t be able to explain it, but something ignites in the pit of your stomach- simultaneously easing and aggravating the nerves that reside there- and before you can stop yourself, you find yourself interrupting her.

“He does.”

For a second, you hope that your comment wasn’t loud enough to catch their attention, but as soon as the words leave your mouth three heads turn to face you.

“Sorry?” The girl asks, her gaze narrowed. There’s no real remorse in her tone. It’s taunting.

Realizing that you’ve caught their attention and that they’re all waiting for an answer, you think of something quick- something that will hopefully deter them from making any more comments about Eddie- your friend.

“He has a girlfriend.” You explain, hoping that the little white lie would be enough to perturb them. Except, it isn’t, and the same girl that’s been staring at Eddie all-night begins to laugh- making a wave of embarrassment wash over you. You knew you shouldn’t have gotten involved. It wasn’t your place and now you’re paying the price.

She takes a step closer to you, and although you’re nearly the same height, it feels like she’s towering over you. It’s incredibly intimidating and you shift your weight back and forth, uncomfortably.

She’s gorgeous. Her hair was wild, yet tame. Her long mesh shirt leaving little to the imagination, along with her tiny leather skirt, showcasing her lean body. Her lips are stained red and outlined in black, but her makeup isn’t all that heavy. She looks like she barely needs it. She’s confident, outspoken, and outgoing- everything you’re not.

“Well, I don’t see her here,” She taunts with a faux grin- one that’s sickeningly sweet and obviously a warning that she’s not interested in playing nice.

You know you should just accept defeat and let it go. It’s not your place to fight Eddie’s battles. Your heart sinks when you think about walking away and giving her the opportunity to ask him out. What if he said yes? What if they started dating and she became his girlfriend? Would there still be a place for you in his life? The thought makes your breath hitch. It’s clear you’re not thinking rationally, but your reply takes you by surprise.

“S-she’s standing right in front of you.” There’s not an ounce of confidence in your voice, and you don’t think it’s possible- for the girl’s laughter to become any more lethal- but it does.

She can barely catch her breath. Her eyes scan you up and down, starting with your shoes, your cardigan, and then eventually the nervous look on your face before she howls once more. Beside her, her friends chime in- one less enthusiastically than the other- but still critical.

“You can’t be serious,” She looks down on you again and you’ve never felt so small. “You honestly expect me to believe that a guy like that is dating someone like you?” There’s a bitterness to her insult, and you don’t have to ask for clarification to understand what she’s implying. “You’re full of shit. Guys like that don’t look twice at girls like you. Guys like him belong with girls like me- girls that he won’t get bored with.”

With tears in your eyes, you start to feel dizzy. If the initial confrontation wasn’t enough to make your heart race and your entire body start to shake, her cruelty has heightened your anxiety tenfold. But was it truly cruelness, or blatant honesty?

Maybe she had a point- and maybe that’s why it stung so much.

Eddie was so far out of your league. Honestly, you’re surprised that he’s friends with you. It’s been twelve days since you boldly kissed him on the cheek and you’ve spent those last twelve days overanalyzing everything- especially your feelings for him. How was your dad able to decipher your complicated feelings years ago, and you’ve only just come to terms with them? There’s no way to pinpoint when you started feeling something more for him beyond friendship, but now that you’re aware of your desire, you’re also crushed beneath the weight of reality- that Eddie is so far out of your league you’re not even playing the same game.

Her lips part to tear you don’t further when you feel a pair of arms wrap around you from behind.

“Hey!” Eddie beams happily, his adrenaline high having just finished performing not too long ago. You stiffen in his hold when he tightens his arms around you and rests his chin on your shoulder. “What’d ya think?”

Ever since his birthday, he’s had his arms around you any chance he gets. He walks you to class with an arm around your shoulder, hugs you every time you part, and even likes to wrap his arms around your waist when you’re searching through your locker.

“You were great, as always.” You offer quickly, without much enthusiasm, and the girls that had been giving you a hard time before are stunned silent.

“We’re thinking of going to get something to eat, you hungry?” He asks, paying no mind to the girls who scoff and turn their noses up in the air.

“Yeah, I can eat.” You lie. Truthfully, you’ve lost your appetite.

As you and Eddie make plans, the girls that were giving you a hard time reluctantly walk away, leaving the two of you alone. Once they’re gone, you try to wiggle free from Eddie’s hold. It doesn’t feel right. It feels like it’s suffocating and restraining instead of comforting and warm. You don’t deserve to know the comfort his arms bring- it hurts too much.

“Great! We’re just finishing loading everything up,” He smiles, completely oblivious to what he interrupted a few moments earlier. “What are you thinking? I could go for burgers and milkshakes, or pizza and ice cream- I’m starving!” He laughs, untangling his arms from around your body to make a dramatic display of rubbing a hand over his stomach. While his antics would’ve normally made you laugh- or at the very least crack a smile- something is very different tonight. You only offer him a gentle nod before starting off towards his van and when he finally finishes talking to the manager at The Hideout, he’s surprised to see you sitting in the back with Chris and Jeff.

Gareth’s occupying the seat next to him- your seat- and when he narrows his eyes searching for an explanation, Gareth only shrugs.

The drive to the diner is pretty silent, but the whole way there Eddie can’t help but wonder, what did those girls say to you?

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Random thought but I just know Severus’s breath is hot like fuming and I find it so hot, like imagine him up in your face maybe suspicious of something and goes "don’t lie to me" and you feel it, I would literally get weak at the knees

Imagine him getting close - an inch or so from your face when you're in the middle of a heated discussion. He breathes out a quiet Don't. Lie. To me. and you know you're supposed to be mad. You're supposed to feel something like irritation that he's accusing you of lying, but all you can feel is physical. His hot breath against your cheek, your knees turning to jelly, a cool shover running through your body and right to your core where a jolt of surprisingly welcome excitement hits.

'I won't, sir,' you whimper out, eyes locked on his, and you involuntarily bite your bottom lip. You don't know why you called him sir, you're his colleague, his equal, but he didn't seem to mind it.

His dark eyes lower to your mouth and back up. In the glittering blackness you can just about make out his pupils dilating and you hope beyond hope that he's feeling it too.

The tension suddenly thickens and you can't fight it any longer. Your lips are drawn together before you can even clear your lust-clouded mind enough to think your actions through.

He pulls away to look at you, taking the sight of you in. You're so needy for him and he can't get enough of that.

'Come with me,' he whispers, low and silky, his breath once again graving your cheek, and drags you off to his chambers.