#and i asked him why they’d ran away and he was like “they don’t like it in this place.” well that’s vague
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The Exhibit
[tasm!Peter Parker x fem!Reader]
Warnings: use of pet names such as Daddy/Princess/Babygirl, BDSM in the form of dom/sub, bondage/spanking/blindfolds/nipple clamps/a bit of masochism, anal play, exhibitionism/voyeurism
WC: 8K
A/N: This was an anon request for window smut off of this prompt list but tumblr said a big no no to (what I'm assuming) was one of the gifs I used for the graphic and hid the post so I had to delete it. I'm reposting it again minus the very bad so naughty terrible gif I used. Porn bots can run free and terrorize the tags with their tits and wide open pussy on display but how dare a smut writer use a tastefully erotic, black and white, gif of a blurry couple making sweet, sweet love against a far away window. So naughty. Such a bad girl.
The elevator chimed with a pleasant musical melody as the doors slid open to their floor. There were only four rooms in this hallway. Behind each door held a luxury suit overlooking the busy streets of Florence.
Peter had gone all out for their honeymoon.
They’d spent the last week in Sardinia, making love on the beaches, drinking wine, making love on sailboats, drinking more wine, making love in their hotel room in the early morning with the windows open to enjoy the breeze…more wine…more sex…
They were struggling to keep their hands off of each other. Even now, as Peter guided her towards their room, his hand was slipped under her vibrantly red sundress and fingering the elastic waist of her cotton underwear.
They left the beaches of Sardinia to come to Florence specifically to see the art but she wondered if they would ever actually make it out of their room with the way Peter’s hands teased her. She was surprised that he wasn’t sick of her yet. Seven straight days of love making and he was still as rowdy as ever.
He let her admire the suite, watching her as he leaned against the wall, more interested in eying her legs in that dress than the luxury accommodations he had provided for them.
“Peter,” she whispered, eyes wide as she took it all in. “This is gorgeous.”
Their beachside Sardina resort had a more airy and cool feel whereas this room screamed of sophistication and class. She knew Peter had been working like crazy leading up to their wedding but she had no idea this was why.
“Like it?” He asked with an arrogant smirk toying at his lips. “A room fit for a queen.”
She dropped her bag beside the bed and kicked off her shoes, flopping backwards onto the bed to stare up at the arched ceiling with thick, exposed wooden beams. Even the ceiling was stunning.
She felt the bed sink as Peter crawled on top of her.
His white, loose button up had the first few buttons undone so his athletic chest peeked through. She loved the sight of his chest hair being exposed. He looked so relaxed, laid back, and blissful with life. Filled with wine, good food, and love. The perfect blend of medicine for him to simply shine.
He placed a soft kiss against her lips, humming appreciatively, “You look sleepy, babe. Why don’t you take a nap while I unpack our things. I’ll be quiet as a mouse.”
A nap sounded wonderful after traveling between hotels. She rolled onto her side. It was warm enough that she didn’t need to snuggle under the covers. Peter ran his hands up her bare leg and slipped under her sundress to take one last squeeze of her ass before she slept.
She awoke to light kisses tickling her stomach. Peter was laid over her legs, her dress rolled up under her breasts so he could let his lips roam over her belly.
She stretched, a sleepy smile growing on her face, as she peered down at him.
“What time is it?” She mumbled through the lingering sleep.
“Time to wake up and play,” he said. He blew a raspberry on her belly with his mouth, making her laugh. “It’s about 4 in the afternoon. You slept all morning. I missed you too much to let you keep sleeping. Wake up and play with me. I’m bored.”
He had his shirt completely unbuttoned and was stripped down to his boxers to get more comfortable while he lounged around waiting for her.
Judging by the state of his hair, he looked like he might have gotten in an hour or so of sleep, too.
“Alright, alright,” she giggled. “I’m up. Let me go freshen up and then we can go explore the city.”
Peter pulled her up to her feet and gave her a quick spank as she walked off into the bathroom. That man always needed to have a hand on her ass in some way.
By the time she came back out, she was surprised to see that he had yet to get dressed and had actually lost an item of clothing.
His shirt was now thrown onto the bed, cast aside without a care.
“Underwear is a bold choice to go walking around Italy in but I admire your confidence,” she said with a teasing smile.
Peter didn’t smile back. He had a look in eyes. A look that she knew very well.
It wasn’t the “making love” look.
It wasn’t the “quickie” look.
It was dark, ravenous, and screaming of dominance.
He had yet to give her that look on their honeymoon. So far, he'd been more playful and loving. This evening, he had other plans.
They were not leaving this hotel room any time soon.
A shiver of excitement shook off whatever sleep might have still been clinging to her mind.
She blinked and he was pouncing on top of her.
Her back hit the wall but his hand slipped protectively behind her head before it slammed, instead, falling into the cushion of his palm.
Her breath exhaled from her lips at the force but, before she could catch it, he was attacking her lips with hungry, demanding kisses. His tongue pushed possessively into her mouth at the same time he slid a hand over her breast to fondle her over her dress.
Taking what was his.
“‘Can’t stand the sight of you in this dress.”
He moaned into her open mouth.
“Makes me want to rip it straight off your body.”
He grabbed at her breasts, aggressive and horny, rutting his hips against her.
“Do you know how hard it was not to fuck you while you slept?”
Her hair was being violently pulled, head crashing against the wall, her mouth falling open into a cry.
“Laying there, all innocent, legs spread open and begging for me to touch them.”
He clawed down her bare legs. Nails dragged against her skin. Feeling like she was getting attacked by a raging bear with the force of power behind each of his movements.
“Teasing me even in your sleep. A foxy, little minx, aren’t you?”
She shuddered, lowering her voice to a whisper, ready to play along, “I picked this dress just for you. I knew what it would do to you.”
He grabbed her wrists, slamming them above her head against the wall, and holding them in place. He let out a groan, grinding his stiff cock into her thigh.
“Daddy knew his babygirl was a little tease.”
A trickle of wetness soaked into her panties at the use of her favorite pet name for himself.
What had started out as a joke early in their relationship, quickly became a genuine kink to turn them on.
With that name on his lips, she could guess what kind of torture was held in store for her. It was going to be a dizzying whirlwind of fast, hard pleasure.
Peter’s voice lowered to a near growl.
“Pretty, little thing like you shouldn’t be traipsing around in a dress like that. You don’t know who might snatch you up.”
With both her wrists bound tightly in his one hand, he lifted her off the ground, dragging her up the wall, blatantly showing off his inhuman strength so she knew exactly what he could do to her if he wanted.
To him, she weighed nothing. This was a man who had stopped moving trucks with his bare hands and thrown cars around like a kid with a ball.
He let go and she dropped the few inches back to her feet with a surprised yelp.
“You’re lucky you have me to protect you. Daddy won’t let anything bad happen to his little princess, will he?”
She was shoved straight back against the wall, getting off on the feeling of being handled so roughly.
He nipped at her ear lobe, sucking it into mouth the sounds of her tumbling whimpers.
“Do you like to show off when you wear dresses like this? Do you like having men look at you? Do you like that they imaging fucking you when you walk by?”
“I only want you to fuck me. Only you,” she whined, trying to free her hands from the hold he had on her.
“Of course I’m the only who will ever fuck you, princess.”
He tugged her hand back down to flash her newly placed wedding ring in front of her face.
“That right there means that my cock is the only one that will ever split you open again. But that doesn’t mean others can’t look. People have eyes. They can see what I’ve got hanging off my arm.”
He brushed her hair away from her neck so he could lean down to graze his lips along her pulse points, murmuring against her heated skin as he continued to taunt her with his words.
“How do you expect anyone to keep their thoughts pure when you’re walking around in this?” He pulled at the bottom of her sundress. “You’re putting on a show for them, babygirl.”
“I didn’t mean to,” she cried. “It's hot out! I wanted to stay cool.”
Strong arms twisted her around so she was facing the wall, cheek shoved against the rough wallpaper. The force knocked the air from her lungs.
He bent both her arms behind her back and a strong, sticky substance shot out to bind them in place. She knew the feel of those webs well and a smile danced on her lips.
She loved being bound.
The pressure of being restrained was like a tiny slice of heaven.
“Daddy doesn’t like it when you show off, princess.”
He flipped up the back of her dress to palm at her rounded cheek, giving it a harsh slap to the sounds of her delicious yelp.
“Do you look at other men, too, when they’re looking at you? Do you imagine yourself with them?”
She gasped in horror at the thought, “Of course not! I would never!”
No other man could ever compare to her husband. Not even in the game they were playing. There was always only Peter.
He hummed like he disapproved of her answer, “Well…just to be certain...I think we need to make sure you can’t let those eyes wander.”
Something smooth slipped over her eyes, leaving her in the darkness, while he tied the blindfold tightly behind her head.
Leather.
She smelled leather.
She couldn’t remember them ever owning a leather blindfold before. It must have been something Peter picked up when they arrived here but she couldn’t recall a time when he left her sight.
She liked how heavy it felt against her eyelids. There was no way she could peek through this one.
“There,” he whispered. “Perfect. Blind to my advances. Lost in the dark. Never knowing when or where I will touch.”
He gripped her hips and spun her back around to face him.
A wave of dizziness over took her and she swayed on unsteady, bare feet.
“Careful, babe,” he whispered with a tenderness to his voice, breaking his haughty charade, and reaching out a hand to steady her. “I got you.”
Peter teased a finger under her chin, leaning down, to kiss her again. Soft and gentle, filled with the love and joy only a newly married man on his honeymoon could give.
A coil of tension spread throughout her stomach as she melted into him.
Her mouth opened to willingly accept his tongue past her worshiped lips to kiss him with all the passion she could muster with her hands bound behind her.
Peter’s own hands couldn’t stay still for long before they began to wander.
He squeezed her breasts through her dress, molding them to his palm, and rutting his hips into her.
She moaned, long and drawn out, leaning her head back against the wall so he could attach his lips to her neck. He sucked on her pulse points like a vampire draining blood and she wished he had fangs so she could feel the sting of pain as he sank into her flesh.
And then he was gone.
She stumbled forward, nearly losing her footing without him to push against.
Her head whipped around in the dark to try and find him through sound.
It was useless.
He was as silent as a spider.
“Look at the sight of you,” he chuckled, his voice dark and deep, dripping with desire. From the sound of his voice, he was across the room near the window.
“You have no idea what you look like right now, do you? Don’t fret, I’ll describe it for you.
He was moving. Pacing back and forth down the length of the room against the far wall.
“The strap of your dress is halfway down your arm. The nipple of your left tit keeps poking over the fabric, desperate to be sucked upon. Your hair is already a damn mess and I’ve barely touched it. Your mouth keeps parting like it’s just waiting for a cock to fill it up. A horny little thing, aren’t you?”
“Mmm,” she moaned, only getting more turned by his descriptions. “Peter. Come back. Touch me.”
“That’s not my name, princess,” he shot back.
His voice sounded different now, like he was up on the ceiling.
“Daddy,” she begged, craning her blind head upwards toward the sound. “Touch me, Daddy.”
He gave a quiet laugh, “Come get me then.”
He was back on the floor. In a different corner by the bed. Jumping around the room. Silent. With only his voice to guide her.
She took an unsteady step forward, blindfolded with her hands bound behind her. She didn’t know this hotel room very well. He knew that.
Which was why he kept moving. Teasing her. Making her work for his love.
She kept inching ahead, little by little.
“Tick tock, princess. Daddy doesn’t have all day.”
Behind her.
She gasped, whirling around, stumbling back the way she came only to find nothing but air.
With another step, her body bounced against the wall he had pinned her to and she staggered backwards.
She tried to spin back to the way she started but was getting all turned around.
He laughed at her pitiful efforts.
In front of her again.
Near the windows.
Or maybe the beds?
Was he at the door?
She was spinning in circles. Getting disoriented.
This wasn’t a fair game and she was getting frustrated. Her foot stomped angrily against the rug with a grumpy whine to accompany it.
“Is my poor princess getting dizzy?”
She had half the thought to plop herself onto the floor and stay there until he came to her.
But she didn’t want to lose the game.
She was too stubborn to give up.
“Watch out,” he warned. Still by the window. At least…she thought that was the direction she was facing. “If you move any more, you’ll run straight into the side of a table. Wouldn’t want my baby girl to get hurt.”
The table. She remembered where that was in the room.
He was by the windows. He was close.
Excitement tumbled around in her stomach as she tasted her nearing victory.
She shuffled to the left, feeling the table at her hip, and kept going towards the last place she heard his voice.
Blind and bound until she heard his soft breaths directly in front of her, thankful that he hadn’t moved again.
“Good girl, you made it,” he whispered. A soft kiss was placed on her lips as a prize. “As a special reward, Daddy’s going to take your dress off, okay, baby? He’ll be really gentle even though he wants to rip it to shreds.”
She felt him snake an arm around her waist to rip through the webs binding her wrists. She immediately went to reach for him but he slapped her hands away.
“Hands at your side or else I’ll spank you,” he ordered. “I’m taking my time. I’m in Florence. I’m here to admire the art. Don’t rush me.”
The zipper at her side slowly inched down until it rested at her hip.
His big, warm hands slipped under her straps, fingers scraping along her shoulder, as he pushed them down her arms. His head fell down to kiss her shoulder, dragging his lips across her heated skin.
Her breasts held the dress up but the moment he gave a light tug to the bottom, it yielded quickly and pooled around her ankles on the floor.
His shuddered breath told her that he was enjoying the view. Bare chested, nipples taut, and in nothing but her underwear and blindfold.
The underwear didn’t last long.
Peter slid them down straight after the dress until she was completely nude.
“More beautiful than The Birth of Venus. We should put you in a frame and have tourists come to gaze upon that instead. Maybe I should dangle you from the wall…all tied up with nowhere to go…I’ll start my own museum right here since you love to be such a tease. I’ll put you on display and have everyone see the kind of beauty I married.”
She was surprised to feel a wave of appreciative tears dampening her lashes. There was genuine love and admiration behind his words.
Married. They were married. Finally.
Her husband.
She loved that she got to call him that now.
Cool air breezed against her throbbing clitoris, halting the tears, to remind her how horny he had made her before she was chasing him around the room. She was too hot and eager to think about where that breeze was coming from. Drunk on her love for him. She bucked her hips to try and find some kind of friction for her to grind on.
She squeezed her thighs together, rubbing them back and forth.
“What’s the matter, baby?” Peter teased. “Need a hand?”
“Please,” she gasped.
“Hmm,” he pretended to think about it.
She wished she could see him.
She hated that he was so close but she couldn’t see exactly where.
“I don’t know. With the way you were strutting around in that dress, showing off to the boys, I don’t know if you deserve my touch. Maybe you deserve to be punished instead? What do you think?”
He didn’t wait for any answer.
Thwip!
Her left wrist was encased in a sticky, impenetrable substance and she jumped in surprise.
She was yanked forward until she felt the cool breeze against her bare chest.
The wind was softly blowing.
She could feel it rustling through her hair and dragging up the goosebumps along her flesh.
For the first time, she questioned exactly where in the room she was.
Why did it feel like outside when they were inside?
“Pete?” Her voice wavered. “What are you-”
Her arm was dragged out to her side and lifted high above her head as she gave a yelp of fright.
“Not my name, princess,” he chastised from up on the ceiling above her.
Thwip!
The same treatment was done to her right arm until she was bound, outstretched, and helpless.
Her fingers wrapped around the thick web, holding onto it for purchase, as her toes just barely scraped along the floor.
Peter chuckled to himself in amusement at her struggles, the sound coming from the ground behind her.
Always so damn silent.
“You look like a sexier version of Jesus on the crucifix. I want to drive nails through those dainty little hands of yours and listen as you cry out for mercy.”
If her eyes weren’t confined under heavy leather, she would have rolled them in response to his dirty talk.
“That sounds very appealing. Thank you,” her voice was dry and full of sarcasm, refusing to take him seriously.
Slap!
Her entire body jerked forward from the force of his blow against her ass.
Strong. Stinging.
Done with direct intention to cause pain.
Punishing her for the sarcasm.
She shrieked, mostly from the shock than the hurt, but immediately felt a trickle of wetness run down her thigh.
“Won’t you be a good girl and remind me of my favorite rule?”
His hand spread out over the stinging, hot skin of her cheek, giving her swift, hard pats to make sure the pain didn’t disappear too quickly as he spoke.
She shivered under his touch, “Don’t talk back to Daddy. Ever.”
“Good girl,” he cooed. “Next time use that pretty, little brain of yours and think before you speak.”
Her hair was tangled in his large hand as he shook her head back and forth to further his point.
“Otherwise, I’ll be forced to ball gag you.”
Fingers slipped between her thighs.
She parted her legs the best she could for him to get better access to her core.
A squelching of wet, soaked squishing sounds followed as two long fingers sunk inside of her.
A low, deep moan of approval rumbled out his throat at the sounds.
“You are absolutely drenched, my little whore. Something tells me you liked the pain. Maybe you were using that brain after all. Did you like it when Daddy spanks his naughty girl?”
Her tumbling whines followed as nimble, expert fingers stroked at her pussy, drowning out any worded response she might give.
Coaxing her to life.
Waking up all her senses.
She tried her best to hold her legs open for him despite feeling unsteady in her web binds. She wanted him to give her as much pleasure as he could and that meant letting him have easy access.
“Does my baby like the pain?” He asked again, running the hand not buried inside of her against her still stinging ass cheek. “Come on, I asked you a question, use your words, pretty girl.”
“Mmm, yes, Daddy. I like it. I like it!”
Smack!
She yelped, throwing her head back as waves of arousal washed over her. The pain from the spank mixed with the pleasure of his touch was enough for another gush of fluids to soak into his hand.
“Look at how hard your nipples have gotten,” he gave a dreamy sigh. “Oh wait, you can’t. My sweet, blind baby. All lost in the dark with nothing to look at.”
Her breathing was becoming ragged in her ears. Her body swayed against the webs.
Knowing hands wrapped around her stomach, leaving the warmth of her cunt, much to her displeasure.
They trailed upwards, through the valley of her breasts, until they gripped around her neck.
Her mouth opened in a silent gasp.
“Guess where I went today?” His voice was nothing more than a low, darkening whisper.
She couldn’t respond. His hand had tightened around her, softly squeezing, using a mere feather touch of his strength but still able to restrict her air flow.
“While my princess was napping, Daddy slipped out to buy you some presents. Found myself a little sex shop. You would have loved it,” he mused. “They had vending machines full of toys. Picked myself up a few fun gadgets to play with.”
He released his hand from around her neck, never wanting to hold her there for too long, and admired the way she gasped for breath.
Fingers tweaked at her nipples. He hadn’t been lying before, they really were rock hard. She could feel how tight they were from his rough menstruations.
She could hear him rummaging around behind her when something cold dragged across her breasts.
“Deep breath, princess.”
Following his warning, the cold, grooved metal clamped down over her left nipple.
She let out a genuine cry, her back arching from the pain.
It gripped her tighter than his teeth ever had, dragging her nipple out from her body, and squeezing down painfully hard.
The groves made it feel like little razors digging into her sensitive flesh.
Peter huffed out a laugh in a sadistic amusement at her reaction, “You know, when the woman running the store saw these come out of the vending machine, she looked over with a nod and said something like ‘molto doloroso’. Now, I don’t speak much Italian but I’m going to assume it translates to ‘Those hurt like a bitch and your pain whore of a wife will love them.’ Am I right?”
She choked out a sob, squirming uncomfortably against the webs, “Ow. It hurts…too much…hate ‘em.”
“Oh, don’t worry, there’s another one right here! It’ll help balance out the pain so both those beautiful tits get a turn.”
Another agonizing clamp bit down against her other nipple. The sharp, grooved metal felt like it might rip her nipple straight off her breast.
The nipple clamps they had at home were capped with a smooth rubber. These were bare and ready to grip on to her tender skin with the strength of a fucking bear trap.
She let out a full scream the moment it bit down, thrashing her body in an attempt to get away from the clamps. Crocodile tears rolled down her cheek from under the blindfold.
“Shh, shh, shh!”
A heavy hand cut off her cries by wrapping around her mouth. His breath was against her ear, hushing her, soothing her, running his lips over her forehead with quick kisses.
“Not so loud, baby,” he whispered. “You’ll draw a crowd with those cries.”
“What?” She gasped through heavy, pained breaths. “Crowds?”
Peter’s hands reached up to slide the blindfold up off her eyes and tossed it onto the floor.
He took a step to the side, watching her blink in confusion, as her tear blurred sight came back into focus.
She had forgotten about the breeze.
He had distracted her.
Kept her mind occupied so she wouldn’t ask questions.
She was tied up, stark naked, and splayed out directly in front of the arched floor to ceiling window overlooking the streets of Florence.
The top half of the glass was pushed open, letting in the cool evening summer breeze, and making sure nothing muffled the sounds of her screams.
And she had been screaming.
“Peter!” She cried in horror, paranoid that anyone could look up and see her. They weren’t that high up in the hotel. Any curious person who decided to glance upwards would certainly catch her out in all her glory.
Wack!
The sound of her sore ass being slapped filled her ears.
Nothing could hurt more than her breasts at the moment and she welcomed the familiar pain his hands brought.
She also couldn’t deny that growing, aching pressure happening between her legs. Her masochistic tendencies had yet to fail her.
“Not my name,” he scolded.
She whined, bouncing her leg against the floor in protest, and trying to tug at her bindings.
“Let me down!”
She knew full well that those webs would never give but it didn’t stop her from giving it a shot.
He leaned against the wall beside the open window, arms crossed, a prideful smirk sitting on his smug face, watching her struggle.
“I told you I was going to put you on display.”
She never thought he meant it literally.
Tears burned in her eyes at the wave of shame at being so exposed.
At least the shock helped to dull the pain in her breasts.
She scanned the tight streets below and was thankful to see that no one was stopped and staring.
Yet.
Her watchful eyes followed Peter as he pushed off from the wall and moved behind her.
Breath caught in her throat as his fingers found a home back inside of her drenched pussy.
“Still as wet as ever, I see,” he noted. “You can cry and beg and plead all you want but Daddy knows the truth. He sees behind your tears.”
Slick fingers circled around her aching clit.
Toying with it.
Teasing her.
“You like being held up on a pedestal.”
A long, skinny middle finger sunk inside of her.
Her head rolled back. Eyes closed.
“You like people hearing you cum.”
His thumb on her clit.
Brushing. Stroking.
Building her pleasure.
“You like having others watch as your Daddy pleasures his princess.”
In and out.
Slowly penetrating her with his finger.
Tending dutifully to that tiny bundle of nerves.
“You like the pain.”
He flicked at her nipple clamps.
Sending shots of pain throughout her breasts.
Electrifying her.
Soothing it over with those wonderful ministrations at her pussy.
“You love me and you’ll let me do anything I want to your gorgeous body…isn’t that right?”
She whimpered.
Eyes closed tight.
Feeling that build of orgasmic pleasure rising.
“I love you,” she breathed back, tears in her eyes. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
He practically purred in her ear.
Or maybe it was a growl.
Whatever it was, the noise caused her cunt to gush in reply.
He chucked, “That’s it baby, you’re so close. I can feel you tightening around my fingers. What do you say we give the people a show?”
He was gone.
Leaving her empty.
Dripping.
Pathetically whining and begging for a finish.
“Don’t worry, princess,” he called from the other end of the room. “Daddy bought some more toys. He’s going to treat his baby tonight.”
She listened to the zipping of a bag as he rustled through to find what he was looking for.
Her chest rose and fell in anticipation. Each breath brought back the dulling sting from her nipples. She tried to keep still, terrified more movement would draw attention upwards toward the window.
She gave a quiet shudder at the thought and tried to imagine what she would look like from down below.
The image brought a glint of a wicked smile to her lips.
Something small and chilly brushed against her back door and she yelped in surprise.
Slap!
“Hold still!” He scolded.
The sound of a bottle squirting caused her to try to careen her head around to see what he was doing behind her.
She managed to catch a glimpse of the butt plug he held in his hand.
It looked a bit bigger than the small one they used at home but had the same metal teardrop shape. A red jewel flattened out the end.
“Figured this was the next size up from your old friend. You leveled up from girlfriend to wife. Time to level up in other areas, too.”
Lube smeared over her tight hole as the cold, rounded point pushed against it.
Not even a warm up with his fingers first.
Peter really was in a dominant, pent up mood.
Her eyes slipped closed and her head fell back against her arched spine. She let out a deep breath, relaxing her body as much as she could, so it could slide in easier.
“Ah, ow,” she gasped, hissing in pain. “Oh, fuck.”
Slow and steady he sunk it into her.
He held it there, stopped in place, over the thickest part of the teardrop. Forcing her body to stretch to the foreign object.
She tried to control her whines from being too loud. Her thighs trembled under her. Her face contorted into pain and her jaw clenched.
More lube trickled down between her crack to help the little device along as Peter took note of her tensing body.
“There you go, baby,” he encouraged. “Nice and easy. Breathe through it.”
He teased it through her ass, pushing it in a little ways and pulling it back out, making her continue to take on the thickest part of the plug just to keep up to torture a bit longer.
“Please, Daddy,” she whimpered. “Just put it in. Please.”
“Aww, does my sweet baby need her ass filled? You’re Daddy’s little fuck toy. Daddy’s going to have any hole he wants. You have no say in where he ends up.”
He refused to move it past the diameter, holding it steady.
“Did you happen to catch the color of that tacky, little jewel they stuck on the end?”
He pulled it back out.
Teasing just the tip.
Exciting the bundle of sensory nerves around her anus and making her wriggle around.
“Spider-Man red. Just for you.”
Finally, he eased the entire thing inside of her.
“Ahhh!” She wailed. “Fuck!”
Filling her up.
Swallowing the plug.
Feeling it heavy inside of her.
“So you’ll always remember who owns this ass.”
Smack!
His hand came down hard against her bruising cheek.
Ecstasy coursed through her veins at the sting.
She was so full. Stretched and heavy. Uncomfortably aroused.
An arm snaked up her own outstretched one to brush his fingers over her wedding ring, lacing his fingers with hers.
His bare chest pressed against her back, grinding his hips over her ass.
His face fell against her neck, inhaling her scent, nuzzling his nose against her.
“My beautiful wife,” he breathed. “All tied up. Horny for her husband. Put out on display for all of Florence to see.”
Fingers wrapped around her waist to dip through her pubic hair, finding her heated crevice, needy for his touch.
Palming. Flicking. Penetrating.
“Nipples clamped. Ass filled. My name, cursed forever on your lips. All you need now is a cock to fill that empty cunt.”
He fished it from the confines of his boxers.
Dragging it along her soaked valley.
Feeling it pulsate against her waiting lips.
“No!” She gasped, staring down at the people below.
She knew once he started to fuck her she couldn’t keep quiet. Her voice would soar out the open window and onto the people below.
They would look.
They would see her.
“What if-” Her breath quickened. “What if someone looks up? They’ll hear me. They’ll look. I know they will.”
She didn’t need to see his face to know Peter had a cheshire cat grin growing. The sound of his voice was enough to hear his rising libido.
“Then they’ll see a little princess fucking herself on her Daddy’s cock.”
The bulbous head of his thick rod pressed between her folds.
Sinking in.
Stretching her out.
He hesitated there. Stilling behind her.
“Go on, baby. Fuck yourself. Let everyone see what a whore you can be.”
She almost didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to give in. She could play games, too.
Her breath held in her lungs. Closing her eyes. Biting down on her bottom lip.
Peter waited.
The crown of his manhood nestled patiently in her pussy, being squeezed by her heated walls, kissed by her slick.
Letting her throw her silent tantrum.
She hung there, counting the seconds, fighting the urge to move, trying to breathe through her body’s desires.
Her legs were trembling. Her toes ached from holding her weight.
It would be so easy to just…ease back…impale herself on his sword…give up.
She could hear his labored breaths behind her. Smelled his cologne. Felt him twitching inside of her.
“Close the windows,” she struggled to whimper out through her held breaths. “Let’s go to the bed. Take me there. Fuck me there. I’ll let you do anything you want. Just…not…not in front of the window.”
Peter tutted his tongue, “Since when has Daddy ever let you make the demands, hmm?”
He reached his hands up to her shoulders and gave a gentle push, getting tired of her defiance, “When I tell you to fuck yourself, you fuck yourself. I’m not going to do it for you.”
Even the smallest of shoves from her shoulders was enough for her tiptoed feet to give out. She stumbled back, feeling his cock sink deeper.
She let out a strangled cry.
“No! On the bed. Bring to me to the bed!”
Her eyes were squeezed shut, refusing to see the window in front of them, torn between finding it extremely arousing and positively mortifying.
“I’m sorry, princess. The bed is for good girls. The bed is for well behaved women who don’t wear little dresses and shake their ass as they walk for all the men to stare at. The bed is for lovers.” His hand gripped around her hair and shoved her face towards the window. “The window is for whores who get off on pain and love the attention their Daddy gives them.”
His voice lowered into a commanding, deep tone, “Open your fucking eyes and look at your audience.”
She blinked through the flow of overly emotional tears clinging to her lashes and forced her eyes open.
People lined the tight, winding streets, walking lazily to their destination. Not one glanced up at them. Not one seemed to notice her out on display, front and center, above their heads. Peter was protected behind her body. She would be the one they see.
Framed by the window.
Art.
That’s what he called her earlier.
She was art and Peter, the artist.
Helpless to whatever ways he wanted to exhibit her
Little by little she sunk back onto his cock. Taking him into her. Eyes rolling back. Submitting to his demands until he bottomed out.
His chorus of pleased moans let her know he had won.
She let her body get used to him inside of her. Her pussy knew his cock well by now but she liked to reacquaint them carefully every time they would meet.
Peter was always a bit of a stretch.
With the girthier plug shoved in her ass, her arms bound and outstretched, and her nipples screaming in pain, she felt the need to move a little slower with her pussy today.
Gradual, small movements, easing herself up off his cock and then impaling herself back down.
Slow and steady.
She shifted on her toes, rocking her hips back and forth, taking him with longer and longer strides as her shameful whimpers grew into desperate cries.
“There you go,” he murmured, brushing her hair back off her shoulder to nip at her skin with his teeth. “Ride Daddy’s cock, babygirl. Show everyone how good you can take it.”
Her own slick coated his shaft, making it slip through her without resistance.
He stayed fairly still behind her apart from making sure his hips were pressed forward enough for her to have easy access to his body.
She was getting into a rhythm. Starting to get lost in the feelings.
But, the harder she fucked herself, the more her breasts would sway.
The more they moved, the more pain the clamps created as they bit down like they might cut clean through her flesh.
It was getting to the point where it might be too much pain for her to enjoy and ruining her momentum on his cock.
She hissed, biting down on her lip, trying to endure it the best she could manage.
Peter shifted behind her, bringing his lips to her ear, and whispering for reassurance, “Color?”
She swallowed, trying to decide exactly what she was feeling, “G-green?”
He stilled her by gripping onto her hips, keeping himself buried inside her warmth, but moving his head around in an attempt to better see her face.
“You sure? You don’t sound sure.”
She nodded, breathing heavily, “Almost yellow. Not quite though. But almost.”
“Which part?” He trailed loving kisses of safety along her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist to hug her sweetly from behind.
“The clamps.” When she saw his hands immediately move to take them off her, she hurried to add. “Not yet! I…still like them…but soon, okay?”
“Soon,” he agreed, giving her one more adoration infused kiss to her cheek, before slipping back into character. “Daddy never told his little princess to stop, did he?”
To shove her back into the role, he slapped her ass with three hard, lashing blows of his open palm.
Each slap caused her breasts to bounce, sending shooting shocks of pure, agonizing pain through her body and a rush of warmth to her cunt.
Pain and pleasure. Her favorite combination.
“Looks like the sweet little angel is getting quite the bruise back here. If you keep misbehaving, you won’t be able to sit down for our breakfast tomorrow. Then everyone will know what a bad, little whore you’ve been.”
She whined in response, bucking her hips backwards to find his cock again, needing more pleasure to balance out the scales.
“Eager little thing, aren’t you?”
He soothed his hands over her shoulders, pushing her down, sinking her onto his length.
“My pain hungry baby.”
It wasn’t difficult to fall back into her previous rhythm. Her cunt was soaked and starving for its lover to come back home.
“Fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock. Let those people down there know how much you love me. Be louder, princess. I want them to hear.”
She whimpered out a tiny cry.
Her motions grew frantic the more he continued to talk dirty in her ear.
That tiny cry grew into loud, unadulterated, guttural moans.
The sounds of a whore taking her favorite cock.
She struggled against the webs binding her. Her shoulders were starting to ache. Her arms were losing feeling.
Her body was stretched tight. Nipples crying. Ass sore. The weight of the plug was even more noticeable with his cock pushing in and out of her.
It felt like it was bouncing inside of her each time he pushed under it.
Her toes hurt from being hung up on such an unsteady height.
“Peter- Daddy,” she gasped. “Daddy, please…”
She didn’t know what she was asking for.
Some kind of relief.
Something steadier. Something more concrete.
“Shh, baby, it’s okay, Daddy’s got you.”
He reached around to her chest with both hands, simultaneously unclamping her nipples from their prison.
Fire erupted in its place as the blood rushed back.
A new kind of pain bloomed.
Searing and hot.
Her breasts were in flames.
She cried out. Loud and sharp.
At the same moment, Peter ripped her down from the webs, still embedded on his cock as he wrapped her up in tight arms and pushed her flat against the window.
Her hips pressed against the cool glass but her torso nearly bent out the opening.
Her anguished nipples happily sought out the cool breeze. Soothing over the sting. Settling her inflamed body. Not caring who looked up.
Peter gripped onto her hips so he could better ram into her. Her job was over. She had done what he wanted.
Now it was his turn to take over.
Her body surrendered to him.
“Ugnnn,” she whined. “Fuck!!”
Her hands clenched into fists against the glass. Her back arched.
Eyes wide.
Taking his thrusts with near drooling moans.
His rigid shaft drove into her, surging deep up inside, stretching her walls and drawing out the most luscious rumbles of pleasure.
His balls slapped up against her. The sound echoing around their vaulted ceiling.
Filling her. Stuffing her full.
Both holes used and defiled.
She couldn’t stop the noises she was making. Throaty moans, shrieking cries, babbling coos.
He was getting it all out of her.
Someone was watching. Looking at them. Spying them from down below.
A young couple.
“Daddy!” She sobbed. “They’re-”
“Shh,” he hushed her. “I know, baby. I see ‘em, too. They like what they see. They’re talkin’ about us. Enjoyin’ it.”
A broken cry fell from her lips and she stared down through her tears at the couple.
Her eye sight wasn’t the greatest. She couldn’t make out their faces very clearly but neither of them looked horrified.
They looked…giggly…
The woman was running her hand along her partner's arm. His hand disappeared behind her back and traveled down to her ass.
Harder and harder Peter slammed.
She was being ravaged by his strength. Losing the ability to make any noise.
Nothing but silent, open mouthed gasps and a raining of tears were all that came out.
“Too-” He grunted, crashing into her again. “Hard?”
Through a shuddering, gasping breath, she managed to choke out, “Don’t you fucking stop.”
As long as Peter was fucking her like this, he could do it any way he wanted. He could drag her out onto the streets and fuck her at that nosy couples feet if he pleased.
It was his art show. He held the control.
He didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. Didn’t pause.
His finger marks would be bruised into the soft flesh of her hips for the upcoming days with how tightly he gripped them.
She held eye contact with the watching woman down below. Stared straight at her. Sizing her up, silently challenging her to get as good a fuck from her partner as she was from Peter.
She wanted to make her jealous. Or horny.
Either was fine as long as the woman was thinking of her.
“Yes, Daddy!” She cried, loud enough for her voice to carry down below. “Feels so good! Making your little girl feel so good!”
She knew damn well Peter’s face was cast in the shadows behind her. The idea of this couple truely thinking she was being fucked by her own father made her laugh under her breath.
“Somethin’ funny, princess?” His voice was getting strained and she knew that meant he was getting closer to his release.
“Just enjoying my fans,” she gasped back. “They love what you’re doing.”
Her eyes were wild as she breathed in the fresh air.
She felt free.
She was married and in love. They were on their honeymoon in Italy.
She was getting absolutely pounded by her husband in full view of a watching, interested couple.
She should be embarrassed, ashamed.
But all she felt was bliss.
That plunging, relentless cock, massaging her channel, thick veins grazing over that tender g-spot whenever she angled her body correctly, the weight of the plug in her ass, her aching nipples…
Everything was pushing her straight towards her final hurdle.
Without much warning, it suddenly became all too much. No build up.
Just explosions.
A wave of ferocious, intense pleasure roared over her, sweeping her up, taking her by surprise.
She came hard and fast.
Sheiking. Crying out.
Thrashing against the window, leaning half way out of it, trying to gasp for air.
Peter grabbed at her hair to yank her back inside like he was terrified of losing her over the edge.
“Fuck, princess,” he grunted. “Where ya goin’?”
Her ears defended under the rush of blood swelling to her head but she was certain she was screaming in ecstasy from the way Peter’s hand clamped over her mouth to muffle her sounds.
She contracted tightly around his cock, squeezing him, using him to further her explosion of pleasure, still feeling the stinging pain of her breasts to only shove her deeper into subspace.
On and on her orgasm went. Unstoppable. As Peter kept driving into her and furiously rubbing his fingers over her clit.
He kept her heightened. Overloaded. Knowing that it would destroy her.
She had the brief sensation of feeling him cumming inside of her. Feeling the spurt of warmth. Feeling full.
But her agonizing long orgasm only served to weaken her rational thinking. She no longer existed. She was no longer on solid ground.
Floating. Drifting through space.
Lost amongst the stars.
Finally, her body gave up.
Finally, the orgasm came to a simmering hault.
She was done.
She hung limply against the window pane. Eyes rolling in her head. Twitching and whimpering.
Peter scooped her into his protective arms, cradling her against his chest, peering his face to see their onlookers.
“Shows over!” He called down to them. “Fuck off!”
Without his raging, pent up, sexual energy to seize control of his brain, he no longer liked the idea of anyone getting to view his naked wife besides him. His protective nature spiked to replace his dwindling arousal and he turned his back to the window to shield her with his body.
He carried her away from their stares back into the safety of privacy where she belonged.
She made no protests or struggles as their game finished. Her head hung limp against his shoulder.
“My sweet girl,” he murmured in her ear. She was being placed on their bed. “Daddy’s going to clean you up. Wait here.”
Time wasn’t real.
She blinked and he reappeared holding a warm, wet cloth to her legs.
Over her thighs.
Spreading her open.
Cupping it against her used and battered sex.
Gently cleaning away their mess.
“There,” he whispered. “All better.”
Peter crawled into bed in front of her, wrapping an arm over her waist and kissing at the tip of her nose.
Gradually, she returned to her body, her mind drifting slowly back into her skull.
“Mmmm,” she groaned. “Everything hurts. Think you broke me.”
He chuckled to himself, soothing a hand over an abused nipple, “Sweet girl. I’ll try to find you some ice in a minute. But, right now, I’m not leaving your side until you fully wake up. Rest, baby. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”
When she adjusted herself on the bed, sliding a leg through his, she took note of the fact that the plug was still snuggly lodged inside of her.
Their night was only just beginning.
He had left it there on purpose.
She kind of liked it.
Maybe she would wear it out to dinner…
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guys will have odd and unusual dreams
#raii talks a lot#ok so like. i was in this hotel. and it was very fancy. i was with this family of white people i’m assuming rich white people#and my brother was there too and he made friends with some of the guys from the family and at one point we got in an elevator us four#and then the two others ran out and the elevator closed and he and i just sat in darkness for at least an hour#and i asked him why they’d ran away and he was like “they don’t like it in this place.” well that’s vague#and then there were corpses showing up and everyone was splitting into groups (the family had g.uns so. yeah this is safe /sar#and people were being picked off one by one and the toddler started laughing at one point and she was pointing at the wall and i can’t#remember what happened next i might’ve woken up and hell no we’re going to special interest dreamscape instead#ask to tag#sorry for dropping this on you also there was this blanket and there was something in it that made someone cry i can’t remember what
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husband!toji might complain every time he walks into your apartment when it’s filled with the scent of acetone and nail polish, but you’ve known for years that he loves seeing your little fingers done up with pretty colors every couple of weeks. still, he’ll scrunch his nose and ask you why you won’t let him pay to get it done and get the smell out of his house.
“because it’s something i enjoy doing. i don’t want someone else to do it,” you said with a smile. you twisted the bottle shut on the sheer, milky pink polish.
toji rolled his eyes and kissed you on the head nonetheless as he walked by. “why’d you have to pick that color? looks like someone came all over your hands.”
“no, it doesn’t,” you said with a laugh. “it’s pink.”
he snatched one of your hands in his large one and stared down at your fingers. “it’s white. and it looks like my cum.”
“it does not, you nasty perv,” you said, cheeks heating as you tried to pull your hand away.
toji’s grip remained firm. his eyes met yours. “last i checked, you liked pervs.”
“babe…” you smiled and playfully swatted at his chest with your free hand.
toji caught your wrist in his grasp. his eyes slowly raked down your body and back into your gaze.
“what? need me to remind you what it looks like?” he took your left hand, ran it over the bulge in his sweats, and watched your face flush.
“no, i don’t,” you said softly. it felt silly that he still made you shy after ten years, but you’d swear it was because he looked better now than when you tied the knot.
toji’s voice dropped low as he stepped closer, pushing himself between your thighs. “mmm, i think you do, babygirl. need those pretty little hands of yours wrapped around my cock.” his satisfied smirk glimmered in the daylight.
“stop it.” you broke his stare and laughed.
“never.” he lifted your chin for a kiss.
･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆
toji’s green eyes met yours, dark and lust-filled, his cheeks flushed pink.
“that’s it pretty baby, use both hands…. atta girl, so good f’me,” he huffed.
the steady shlick-shlick of your spit and precum covered grip filled the room as you stroked his length. your husband groaned. he stared down at your dainty fingers, the way his girth alone meant they’d never touch - not even close. he was entranced seeing the way your wedding ring sparkled in the light. he watched the way your bare tits moved with every stroke. but your soft, perfectly polished fingers rubbing along his length, stroking his head, had him tongue tied and dizzy. you smiled at him with playfulness and affection in your eyes, taking in the sight of him all but melting in your hands.
“feels good?” you asked softly.
toji swallowed hard with a single nod, his breath heavy. you could tell he was getting close; his thighs started to quiver underneath you as you straddled him. a smirk curled around your lips as he looked back at you.
“don’t give me that fuckin’ look, brat,” he said, all the bite in his words falling short of meaning.
moments like these were the closest you would ever get to hearing toji whine, and he knew you loved every bit of it.
“you gonna cum for me, baby?” you asked sweetly.
his grip on your thighs suddenly grew tight, almost painful as he groaned low. you watched a shudder run down his body. he absentmindedly licked the scar on his upper lip.
“shut up. shut the fuck up,” he spat, a whine slipping into his tone of voice as his brows screwed together tight.
“you look so good, baby. i don’t think i will…” you replied.
your grin spread wide as toji stared intently at your hands working his shaft. he might have glared any other time, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the perfect sight in front of him. toji grunted through gritted teeth as his breath got heavier still. his head fell back. your pace slowed and he cursed.
“ah ah… eyes on me.”
his eyes were hungry and desperate as they snapped back to yours, raking down your body to your hands.
“there we go,” you cooed.
“your ass is mine after this,” he said weakly.
you laughed quietly, expecting as much either way. but right now, toji was putty in your hands, no matter what he claimed as his thighs trembled and his body tensed with every stroke. you felt how close he was, his cock throbbing in your grasp.
“gonna cum all over my hands like a good boy, hmm?”
your voice was soft and low, so pretty in his ears. it made toji groan as he came, almost whining as his hips bucked. thick, white ropes of cum spilled over your fingers as he watched. you carried him through and came to a stop as he panted, head finally falling back into the pillows again. after a moment, he grabbed your messy hand and examined it.
“i was right,” he said. “looks like cum. now clean up your fuckin’ mess. properly.”
you pulled your hand from his grasp, glancing down to see the evidence. you rolled your eyes. “fine, you’re right. better?”
with eyes trained on you, toji watched your fingers slip into your mouth before you pulled them out clean.
a smirk graced his lips. his hands ran up your thighs and torso. “much. put your ass up. don’t make me ask twice.”
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#he’s only a little pervy here but hey#this is meh but here you go#probably my last bit of jjk for a little while#x reader#toji fushiguro#toji smut#jjk smut#toji x reader#toji x you#toji zenin#jjk toji#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#bakubunny
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Best Friends
Sam and Dean Winchester x little sister!reader, Castiel x child!reader
Requested by Anonymous
Synopsis: you don’t want to go to school, and the boys are having trouble making you
“NO!”
Dean was out of his bed in a second and bolting towards the library when he heard your scream.
“No, no, no!” You continued, and Dean heart pounded in his ears as he yanked out his gun.
He froze in surprise when he reached the library. Sam was making a desperate attempt to wrestle a sweater on you, and you were fighting him like it was made of acid.
“What…” Dean wasn’t even sure what to ask.
“Dean!” At the sight of the oldest Winchester you finally managed to slip out of Sam’s grasp and ran right to Dean.
“What’s going on?” Dean asked as you latched yourself to his leg, hugging him like your life depended on it.
“She doesn’t want to go to school,” Sam grunted as he followed you over to Dean, reaching down and trying to pry you away.
No!” You screeched, and Sam grimaced as he continued to pull at your hands, trying to unclamp you from Dean’s leg.
“Kid, cut it out,” Dean grunted, leaning down to help Sam. “Just go to school.”
“No!”
“Why not?” Sam sighed.
“I wanna stay with you!” You whined.
“I’m flattered,” Dean muttered sarcastically. “But you’ve gotta go, so just—“
“Got her,” Sam sighed in relief when he finally managed to pry your fingers off Dean’s leg. “Alright brat, let’s get you to school.”
“Brat” was Sam’s occasional nickname for you, and it was normally used ironically, like when he called Dean “jerk”. However, Dean could tell that Sam meant it a little more this morning.
“I don’t want to!” You whined as Sam carried you to the Impala, Dean trailing behind in case you tried anything. It turned out to be a good instinct, because before Sam could buckle you in, he turned for one second to look at Dean, and you took the opportunity to jump out of the car and make a run for the bunker.
“Hey!” Dean lunged for you, but missed.
“Cas!” You yelled suddenly, trying to summon the angel. “Cas I need you!”
“What’s the—“ Cas froze for a moment when he saw the scene; Sam, scooping you into his arms while you yelled and struggled, and Dean doing his best to keep you from kicking and/or biting Sam. “Matter,” he finished lamely, still unsure if he should interfere.
“We’re trying to get her to school,” Sam grunted when you kicked him in the ribs.
“She’s having a bit of a tantrum about it,” Dean added.
“Cas, help!” You cried.
“Can I talk to her?” Cas asked, and all three Winchesters seemed to freeze for a moment.
“Have at it,” Sam shrugged, setting you on the ground but keeping a hand on your shoulder to stop you from running.
“I won’t let her escape,” Cas assured Sam as he knelt in front of you, and Sam stepped back to give you two some space.
“N/N, I thought you liked school. Why don’t you want to go?”
Castiel’s gentle tone calmed you, and your response came out much quieter than your previous ones.
“I wanted to stay here with Sam and Dean,” you sniffled, shuffling on your feet.
“What about your friends at school? Don’t you want to be with them?”
“No.”
Cas was surprised when you started to cry at his question.
“Why not?”
Sam and Dean were both getting impatient, but Cas’s attention was fully on you.
“Be-because Lily’s been sick all week, and she’s my best friend! If she’s not there, then I don’t want to go!”
“And why didn’t you tell Sam and Dean this?” Cas asked.
You just shrugged, still sniffling. “They-they’d make me go anyway.”
“It’s true,” Dean called out.
Cas ignored him, still focusing on you.
“Don’t you have any other friends to play with?”
“No,” you whined, the tears once again streaming down your face. “Everyone else is a butthead.”
Castiel had to bite back a smile at that.
“Do you know who you remind me of?” He asked.
“Who?”
“Me.”
“You?” You sniffled. “How?”
“Well, every time I have to go to heaven, I don’t want to. Just like you don’t want to go to school.”
“Why?”
“Well, because all of my best friends are right here,” Cas smiled. “Sam, and Dean, and of course my favorite little Winchester.” You giggled as Cas poked at your stomach, your tears slowly stopping.
“But you don’t say anything,” you argued.
“Well that’s because I know that I have to go anyway. Even though all the other angels are buttheads.”
You giggled again at Cas’s words.
“I have to go,” Cas continued, still smiling. “Because I have a job to do. And you have a job to do right now; you’ve gotta learn, so you can grow up smart like your big brother Sam.”
Dean opened his mouth to argue, but Sam elbowed him.
“Oh.” You seemed to ponder Cas’s words for a long moment. “But…will you be here when I come back?”
“Of course, little one,” Cas promised. “I’ll be ready and waiting to see my best friend.”
Your face lit up at this, and the boys relaxed. You wouldn’t fight school anymore, at least not today.
“Cas, can you take me to school today?”
“I don’t think Dean would like me to drive the Impala…” Cas began, but when your lip began to quiver Dean stepped in.
“Just this once, ok?”
“Yay!” You giggled as Cas lifted you into his arms and deposited you into your seat. “Hey Cas?”
“Yes little one?” Cas asked as he buckled you in.
“You’re my best friend, too.”
“Oh yes?” Cas smiled at you.
“Yeah, and Sam, and Dean! You’re all my best friends.”
Cas did something that he rarely did—he bent down and pressed a gentle kiss to your head.
“Then we’re all very lucky, little one.”
#dean winchester#dean and sam#dean winchester x reader#dean winchester x you#supernatural dean#the winchesters#winchesters x reader#sam winchester#sam winchester x reader#winchesters x sister#castiel x winchester!reader#castiel x reader#castiel#cas x reader#cas x you#Castiel x child!reader
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delicate
pairing: matthew sturniolo x reader
summary: your soft spoken tone doesn’t let you make new friends, but matt is who you only really need
warnings: use of yn, and names such as baby ;)
a/n: very rare emssturniolo matt fan fic ! whaaat ?!??
happy reading :)
you and matt were currently at a party with his brothers. it was a party of some influencer who you didn’t really know, and had never spoken to
but you didn’t want to ruin the night for matt, who seemed to be excited to go to this party with his brothers and friends, so you promised yourself, for his sake, to try and make some new friends to talk to while you’re there
you went in confident and ready, to just tell your anxiety to fuck off and get out of your (very comfortable) comfort zone. yet, every time that you tried to talk to some girl that seemed remotely interesting to you, they would give you one of three main responses: make a weird face and shrug you off, try to talk to you and end up leaving, or just straight up insulting you - see there was a small problem with you and parties; you were too soft spoken to be heard in places with loud music and a lot of talking. so every time you tried to talk to someone, they wouldn’t be able to hear you and they’d either just leave or tell you to speak up, which was quite literally impossible for you to do, since your voice just didn’t go any higher than the slight next step from a whisper
yet you were determined. you didn’t want to cling onto matt, you wanted him to have fun and have some alone time with his friends, away from you. the last thing you needed was for him to think you’re too clingy. so you tried again, for the third time, to talk to a girl. this time, you spotted a girl sitting alone on the couch in the living room of the house the party was being held in. she was just on her phone when you sat next to her, and said “hey, you wanna talk?” and she diverted her attention away from her phone and looked at you with a smile. this was going well,,, surprisingly. “yeah sure! what’s your name?” she asked, “mine’s jenna.”, you smiled, “i love that name! i’m yn!” - jenna looked confused for a second before asking you, “sorry, what was that?”. she hadn’t heard you. “i said i love that name, i’m yn!” you tried again, raising your voice a bit higher, or as much as you could. “i can’t hear you! look, if you’re not gonna speak up i don’t think we can talk!”, jenna scoffed, and got up and left
tears brimmed at your eyes. you knew you weren’t speaking loud, but there was no reason for people to be so mean about it - so you gave in, and went to find matt. you needed him urgently, just a hug would be enough, but you couldn’t find him. you were growing more anxious by the second, so you quickly shot matt a text
matt<3
hey where are you?
i’m on the balcony
why what’s wrong?
can we meet ? like outside ?
yeah sure :)
and with that, you found matt outside the door of the house. the second you came close enough, you hugged him tightly. light tears ran down your warm cheeks, and as soon as matt realized, he pulled back, his hold still on you - gentle, but firm. “what’s up, my love? what’s wrong?” he spoke gently, just to match your delicate state. “nothing, just tried to talk to some people to let you have fun, but they always gave me weird looks or responses when i talked low.” you lightly let out a breath. he hugged you again, his delicate hands sinking into your skin, you above your hips - to let you know he’s there
“baby, look at me. you know i love everything about you, but trust me, that soft, gentle, beautiful, sweet, delicate tone of your voice is on my ‘top three things i love about yn’ list. promise.” and with that, he stuck out his pinky finger, which was immediately interlocked with yours, a kiss planted on each other’s fingers, and another one right after, planted on each other’s lips
“i love you, my sweet girl.” he said, sincerely. and you could tell, just by the stars in his eyes which show up anytime he talks about something he’s passionate about,,,
or talking about you
#matt sturniolo#matthew sturniolo#matt sturniolo x reader#matthew sturniolo x reader#sturniolo triplets#chris sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#nick sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#emssturniolo !
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Waitress
Pairing + WC: Jason Grace x mortal!reader, 2.1k
Warnings: NOT canon compliant, this takes place in my world where Piper and Jason realized they were best as friends right after lost hero and Leo never got with Caylpso. also TOA never happened because it makes me sad. Also somewhat not proof read
Summary: Jason has been sneaking off for weeks and Leo is detirmened to find out why. Or alternativly: Leo, Piper, Annabeth, and Percy go snooping in Jasons buisness
Authers note: Hey hey! first fic in what feels like a million years! I definitely have to shake the rust off a bit but this was a fun one to get back into it! I was listening to Waitress at work and got this idea so i ran with it. Honestly not much of the actual relationship, theres a lot of set up and other characters but I think I may do a part two if this does well :)
Jason Grace was a busy man. Going between camps, building shrines to all the minor gods, serving as Pontifex Maximus, taking trips to Olympus to meet deities, and head counselor duties. Everyone knew he had no time on his schedule. His friends were lucky if they could get him to spare an hour to catch up, much less get him to a bonfire. So why on earth is it that Jason Grace would take upwards of two hours out of his day, three days a week, to walk out of camp and go to who knows where?
Leo was determined to find out. He’d watched Jason sneak off for the past month, and he was sick of wondering. He tried to bring it up but just got a red-faced muttered excuse about it’s just a walk in the woods and I have to finish my work before he'd disappeared into his cabin.
“I think we’re lost,” Percy said, stopping suddenly and causing Piper to almost slam into his back.
“We are not lost!” Leo exclaimed, “I swear he went this way,”
“We’re miles from camp,” Piper butt in, “he could be anywhere,” she crossed her arms and glared at Leo.
“We should turn back before someone notices we’re gone,” Annabeth added, looking up and down the road they were on. Leo had seen Jason sneaking off just before lunch and had convinced his friends to follow him. Now, here they were, on some back road heading through the woods surrounding the camp a mile and a half away from the border.
“Guys, c'mon! Don’t you want to know where he’s been going!” Leo turned back to the group. “He can’t have gotten far.” He kept walking backward in the same direction they’d been heading for the past 10 minutes. For a little while, they could see Jason walking along the side of the road, far ahead, but they’d kept their distance so he wouldn’t notice them. Then he made a turn at an intersection, and they’d lost sight of him.
“Maybe he really is just out for a walk?” Piper offered.
Leo hualted now, “For two hours? No way, he’s definitely up to something out here.” He stared at the group, waiting for someone to disagree. No one did. It was definitely unusual behavior from the son of Jupiter to take so much time away from his work.
“We’ve been walking for 25 minutes. I say we go 5 more and then head back,” Annabeth spoke up, sending Leo a you owe me glance.
“Perfect, 5 minutes!” Leo returned an appreciative smile before turning on his heel and continuing down the road with his friends in tow.
They rounded a corner a minute later, and Leo couldn’t help the I told you so grin that came across his face. In front of them, just a few more meters down the road was a genuine 1950s-style roadside diner with the name The Doo-Wop Diner plastered over the door. “See!” Leo pointed triumphantly, “Now imagine if we had turned back when you quitters had wanted to,”
The group walked up to the diner, rolling their eyes at Leo’s antics. They peered in through the windows that lined the front. It was cute, with pastel blue on the walls, 50s-style booths, a jukebox in the corner, and a countertop bar.
“Is he even in there?” Percy asked, huddled next to Annabeth and scanning the restaurant.
“He’s got to be,” Leo squinted from Annabeth's other side.
“There he is!” Annabeth pointed to the far end of the bar where Jason was sitting. He had a cup of coffee and an open book in front of him.
“What’s he doing in there?” Leo asked as if any of them knew. “He walks all the way out here for ‘New York's best black coffee’?” He read off the sign in the window.
The group looked at him for another minute in deliberation before Piper let out a quiet gasp. “It’s not the coffee he’s here for,” she was staring at something on the other end of the restaurant with wide, knowing eyes. “Look,”
When the three others looked back at Jason, they saw a soft, almost nervous smile on his face while he gave a slight wave. When they followed his gazeto the other side of the resturant, they all came to the same conclusion that Piper had. Jason Grace had walked nearly thirty minutes away from camp to a rinky-dink old diner on the side of the road to see you.
You were dressed in a 1950s waitress uniform and serving some of that aforementioned black coffee to an old couple. When you caught sight of Jason, your face lit up, and you waved back. As soon as you finished pouring the coffee, you brought the pot over to where Jason was sitting, even though he still had a full cup in front of him. The four standing outside were frozen in place as they watched the two inside interact.
“Hey!” You said as you approached. The smile you had on now was so much more genuine than your usual customer service smile. “I missed you last week,”
Jason’s smile mirrored your own as he put a napkin between the pages of his book to mark his place. “Hey. Yeah, sorry, I had a last minute thing, uh, out of town, I had to do,” he had been called back to Camp Jupiter to resolve a minor god conflict and hadn’t been able to come in at his usual time.
“Ooo, more of your mystery out-of-town work?” He’d mentioned it several times but, for obvious reasons, couldn’t tell you the whole story, and being the golden boy he was, he couldn’t bring himself to flat-out lie. “Is it something illegal?” You asked.
Jason let out a laugh at that. “It’s definitely not illegal.” He pushed his glasses back into place.
“Are you sure? Because based on what you’ve told me, it’s out of town, it’s odd hours, it’s highly secretive, and it’s hard work.” You listed things out, counting them on your fingers. “You’re either selling drugs or possibly a secret agent.” You finished with wide, questioning eyes.
He laughed again at your list. You always had a way of putting his mind at ease. When it was swimming in work, and he couldn’t think straight, you always managed to bring him back to sanity. “It’s all boring, I promise. I’d much rather be here.”
Your grin returned. “Oh really? I didn’t know you held our fine establishment in such high regard.” While you spoke, the cook rang a harsh bell and shouted, "Order up!”
“Thanks, Cal,” You called while you grabbed the two burger plates from the kitchen and walked them around the counter to deposit them at a table nearby. Jason watched you while you worked, the soft smile never once leaving his face as you handed out napkins and refilled some water.
Once you were back, the conversation picked up exactly where it had left off. “It has its selling points,” he mused. The other half of that sentence, mostly about cute waitresses with the brightest smiles and the prettiest eyes, stayed caught in his throat. The pair slipped into an easy routine they’d established long ago. Jason would sit and drink his coffee while you bustled around, taking orders, running food, cleaning the occasional spill, all the while keeping up a steady stream of small talk.
It was a mutually beneficial relationship. You got a bit of conversation to distract from the monotony of your work, and his blue eyes always seemed to make your day go smoother. Jason got a much-needed break from everything Greco-Roman. At camp, he always had so much responsibility, and so many expectations were weighing him down. Here, he didn’t have to worry about all that. You didn’t know who his dad was or what quests he’d been on, and you didn’t care. You liked him for him and not for the hero he was supposed to be.
You returned to your spot across from him and picked up a rag to look like you were still doing something. “Have you told anyone at that camp of yours about this place?” You knew Camp Half-Blood existed. You also knew it wasn't anywhere close to normal based on the folks that came through, but they had the best strawberries even in the off-season, so you didn’t ask many questions.
“No way. Trust me, you do not want them coming here,” Jason had told you about his friends, minus a few details, but he had always emphasized that they were trouble.
“Uh huh, so then, who's staring at us from the window?” You asked with a sideways grin on your face.
“What?” Jason wiped his head around in time to see four panicked faces duck below the window sill outside. “Oh, by all the gods!” He muttered angrily under his breath and made a beeline for the door. “I’ll be right back,” he called to you, knowing you’d watch his book and half cup of coffee.
“Take your time,” you called back as he pushed open the door and stepped outside.
For a second, all the demigods stared at each other without moving. Four crouched on the ground, wishing he hadn’t seen them, and one glaring at the group from above. Jason grabbed the front of Leo’s shirt and hoisted him up so he stood with his hands raised in surrender. “What are you doing here,” he hissed.
“Hey! Calm down, calm down,” Leo tried a friendly smile but was met with a glare. “We just, uh went for a walk?” He offered an explanation that sounded more like a question
“Wrong answer,” Jason sent his glare at the other three. “Did you all follow me?” He let Leo go and took a step back so he could glare at everyone all at once instead of having to shift his gaze.
“Leo made us come,” Piper threw him under the bus.
“Oh gee, thanks, beauty queen. It's nice to know where your loyalties lie.” Leo shot back, adjusting his shirt front.
Percy gave Jason a sly grin. “We were curious, but we never would have come if we knew you had a secret girlfriend out here,”
“She is not my girlfriend!” Jason cut him off.
Percy put up his own hands, “Sorry, secret crush,” he corrected.
“She isn't! I don't-” Jason was full-on flustered now.
“Does that mean she’s up for grabs?” Leo asked. He looked back inside before getting smacked upside the back of the head by Annabeth. “What? She cute!”
When Jason looked back through the window he caught your eye and you sent him a questioning, yet very amused, glace. Jason had a bit of panic at that and quickly moved to usher the four away from the window and back towards the road. “Absolutely not! First of all, she’s a person; she can’t be up for grabs, and secondly, you can’t meet her!”
“What? Why not, she seems nice,” Annabeth asked.
“She is nice! And she's normal, and she doesn’t need to know any of you,” Jason managed to get them all about 10 feet from the front door. “Go back to camp. Just follow this road east for a mile, turn right at the second intersection, go straight for another half-mile, and you’ll see the border.” Jason gave the hurried directions and prayed to whichever god would listen that they’d all just leave.
“Whoa, man, we walked all the way out here, and now you're just gonna send us away?” Leo asked, putting a hand over his chest in fake offense.
“Yes,” Jason shot back flatly.
Piper spoke up next, “Wait, what’s her name? How long have you been coming here? How’d you even find this place? Does she like you back? It looked like she did.”
“Really?” Jason asked before shaking his head and focusing again. “I mean, I am not answering that,” he was still trying to shew the group away, but clearly, it wasn’t working.
“Well, do they have good food here?” Percy added
“I saw ‘Breakfast all day’ on one of the signs,” Annabeth walked around Jason and back towards the door.
“And that burger meal she brought out looked really good,” Leo added. The four demigods went right past Jason and headed for the front door.
“No, no, no, no, no,” Jason muttered as his friends ignored him and went in. “This is not good,” he said to himself, following the group back inside. They obviously had no intention of leaving, and he figured the next best course of action would be to simply die of shame. He knew this day would come; someone would catch him sneaking off, and his best-kept secret would become his worst nightmare. He just didn’t think it’d be so soon.
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Ahhhh first fic in a long ass time, its not my best work but personally I liked the plot so I got a little carried away and might have to make a part 2
#x reader#jason grace x reader#jason grace#jason grace x y/n#jason grace fluff#jason grace x mortal!reader#pjo x reader#pjo#percy jackson x reader#heros of olympus#heros of olympus x reader#hoo x reader#pjo hoo
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SatoSugu Threeway
Fem!Reader x Gojo x geto. Reader’s skin/hair color and texture not specified
Warnings: Porn with out plot. Just nasty, threesome, geto and gojo kiss and touch each other too, fingering(pussy and ass), oral (fem receiving from two at once), kinda cum eating? maybe more cum tasting, oral m receiving, double penetration (pussy and ass), overstimulation ish, squirting, cream pie, dirty talk, being called slut, yeah just pure filth & not proof read. MDNI
2.6k words (this was meant to be a little blurb but I got carried away oops)
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” You asked Gojo and Geto as they stood before you at the foot of the bed. You were at their place, in Gojo’s room since he had a near comically massive bed. You ran your hands along the silky sheets to calm your nerves.
Gojo smirked. “I think it is a wonderful idea.”
Geto couldn’t help but agreed. “But if you don’t want to, we don’t have to.” Your eyes scanned your two best friends. Both were tall, towering over you as you sat looking up at them. Gojo was sinewy, all limbs and muscles and a devilish look on his face that told you he was already undressing you with his eyes. Geto was just as tall, but thicker, dark and handsome. If Gojo’s look was undressing you, Geto’s was already fucking you.
Your thighs instinctively squeezed together, not missed by either men. “No, I definitely want to.” You knew that without a doubt. Your only reservation was that you didn't want it to make your friendship weird, though your friendship with the two men has alway been, well, weird. Not a bad weird, no, nothing like that at all. But there was an undeniable sexual tension between all of you. Not just you and the men but between them as well. You’d made out with both of them separately and were fairly certain they’d done the same - if not more - together.
Gojo was already yanking his shirt off. “Thank god.” He made as show of crawling up the bed slowly towards you, dragging his hand along your body as he went. There wasn’t an ounce of reservation as his lips met yours. You’d kissed him before, of course, but with Geto watching it felt more electric.
You felt Geto’s body sink into the bed next to you. His fingers hooked your jaw, turning you towards him. He kissed you deeply. his tongue sliding into your mouth with ease. Gojo’s hands rubbed up and down your torso, never touching you were you wanted to purposely work you up.
Gojo leaned in, but instead of kissing you he kissed Geto. You weren’t sure why it was so hot to watch your best friends kiss, but god it was. Your pussy ached as you watched them lick and nip at each other. You were trailing your hands up and down their backs as they turned their attention back to you, a knowing smirk passing between them. To your surprise, they both leaned in. You never really thought a 3 way kiss was possible, but they did it was ease. Your lips and tongues tangled to the point where you didn’t know who was who's and you didn’t even care.
Gojo’s hand went back down your body sliding under the band of you leggings and ghosting over your cloth covered pussy, before withdrawing. Such a fucking tease. He slipped his hand under your shirt, peeling it off. You hadn’t bothered wearing a bra, which both men thoroughly enjoyed.
“Been dying to see these tits,” Gojo said, giving the one on his side a squeeze. “Nice, aren’t they, Suguru?”
The dark haired man smiled. “So fucking nice.” With that, their lips were on your tender flesh. Gojo sucked and kissed all over, while Geto focused on your nipple. His tongue flicked the peak before taking it in his hot, wet mouth. There styles were so different, Gojo more unbridled, letting his impulses guide him, where as Geto was focused. Both were fun in their own way, but together? It was too damn good. You’d heard it was possible to cum from just having your nipples stimulated, which you never believe. But the way your pussy was pulsing now, you were thinking it was possible.
Gojo started kissing down your body, Geto’s hand replacing where his mouth had been on your other tit. Gojo didn’t tease this time; he slid your leggings and underwear off in one go. “Oh fuck, Suguru,” he damn near moaned. “She’s fucking soaked.” The way he spoke about you made your pussy ache even more. Gojo spread your lips apart to get a good look at you, spreading your arousal around as he went. “You gotta fucking see it.”
Geto placed a final kiss on your boob before shifting down by your legs. “Such a pretty pussy,” he agreed, thumb making circles on his thigh. You blushed, feeling shy under both of their gazes at your most intimate area. You tried closing your legs, but they both held your thighs open.
Gojo tsked. “Don’t you dare try to hide this pussy from us.” His long middle finger slid into your soaked entrance. You gasped as he pressed against your g-spot. “You’re cute when you’re trying to be shy, though. As if you aren’t dripping for us.” His words made you whine.
“Maybe I wouldn’t be so shy if I- fuck-,” you hiccuped as Gojo slid another finger into you, “wasn’t the only one naked.”
Gojo chuckled. “Hear that, Suguru? She wants us naked.”
“All you had to do was ask,” Geto smirked, yanking his top off. Watching Gojo turned to Geto, hooking his fingers into his pants and yanking them down. Geto returned the favor, licking a stripe up the blue-eyed man’s neck. Gojo let out a shaking breath that made you want to moan. God they're so fucking hot, you thought. Geto looked at you, smiling as if he heard what you thought. “Think we are making our friend feel left out.”
“We should fix that.” Gojo was back between your legs in a flash. He licked a stripe up your pussy, moaning. “You gotta fucking taste her.” Gojo moved over, allowing Geto to slip between your legs. He kissed your throbbing clit before licking up your arousal as Gojo had.
“Mmm,” Geto moaned against your pussy. “So sweet.”
“Can you open up for me, y/n?” Gojo asked, nudging your thighs apart more. He hooked one over his shoulder. Geto did the same with other to accommodate both of them between your legs. Before you could even process what they meant to do, both their mouths were on your pussy.
Your head feel back with a gasp as they both their tongues slid over your slit. They loved being able to taste you and taste each other. Sometimes they stopped to kiss each other between your legs, but mostly they made out with your pussy and each other at the same time. If them sucking on your tits at the same time was heavenly, this was downright sinful. It almost embarrassed you to watch them sloppily lap at your pussy but you couldn't tear you eyes away.
Geto’s lips attached to your clit, sucking on it. “Fuck Suguru,” you gasped. Gojo didn’t want him having all the fun. He slipped his tongue lower, pressing into your weeping hole. The wet, warm muscle inside you made your breath ragged. “Sator-nngh- god right there.” Before you could draw another breath, you were tipping over the edge. Your orgasm pulsed through your body as you gasped and cursed. Both men licked at you until you finished, then looked up you grinning and slick-faced.
“Your sexy when you cum,” Gojo grinned. “Bet you’ll look even sexier with my cock in your mouth.” You playfully rolled your eyes at him, but sat up eagerly. Gojo approached you, slipping his cock out of his boxers. It was nice and long, flushed pink. Leave it to Gojo to have a pretty cock.
Geto stayed between your legs. “Don’t mind me, I’m not done yet.” He let his fingers glide through your slick folds as you took Gojo in your mouth. He was heavy and warm against your tongue.
“That’s it y/n,” Gojo urged, “Coat it with your spit. Gonna make it nice and easy to slip it in your ass later.” You hummed around him at his words. He ran his fingers through your hair as you sucked him. You ran your tongue up the underside before swirling it over the tip and bobbing back down.
You gasped as you felt Geto's tongue on your again. It pushed you further down onto Gojo, making you nearly choke. The feeling over your mouth tightening on him made Gojo’s hips buck. You tried to focus on Gojo, but Geto was making it difficult. He let his tongue slip inside your soaked pussy and fucked you with it.
Your mouth continued to tighten around Gojo as your pleasure built between your legs. You used your hand to squeeze the base of him so you could focus on his sensitive tip. Meanwhile, your release and Geto’s saliva had dripped down your pussy and onto your ass. Geto used it as lubricant to massage the tight hole of your ass and eventually push a finger inside.
You moaned onto Gojo’s cock, which made him curse. “Fuck whatever you’re doing, she loves it.” His hands were gripping your hair tightly now as he let his hips fuck into your mouth a little.
“’M getting her ass ready for you,” Geto slurred between your legs.
Gojo grinned. “Such a good friend.”
Geto worked a second finger into your as he tongue fucked you. He pressed his fingers deep inside you, making the pleasure stirring in your lower belly completely explode. The sweet ecstasy filled your body. Your moans vibrated down Gojo’s cock, coating it with drool. The sensation set him over the edge, hips stuttering as he filled your mouth with his warm cum. “Fuck, that’s it, swallow it all.”
Gojo had no qualms about kissing you after he came in your mouth. Your kiss was deep and sloppy, before he separated for Geto. You watched the two kiss, hearing Gojo moan tasting your cum on Geto’s lips. Geto’s hand slipped down their bodies, stroking Gojo’s semi soft cock. Your pussy throbbed watching them and you couldn’t help but join.
You pulled Geto’s boxers off, finally stripping him bare. His cock was slightly shorter than Gojo’s but definitely thicker. It was a deep needy shady of red. You spit in your hand before stroking him. You pressed kissed to their stomachs and hips as they enjoyed each other. It took mere minutes under Geto's touch for Gojo to get hard again.
Geto took Gojo’s lower lip between his teeth and pulled at it, making the white haired man groan. Geto then turned to you with a devilish grin. “Need to fuck you so bad.” He pulled you on to his lap, making you half gasp half laugh. The way Geto looked at you with such carnal desire made your cheeks blush and your lower belly churn with anticipation. You felt so naked under his stare, so shy you almost had to look away. Geto only grinned, sensing the impact he had on you.
“Gonna be a good girl and take us both, right?” Geto asked. Your lip went between your teeth at the thought of having both of them inside you. You’d never done something like that, but fuck it sounded good. The second you nodded, Geto was lifting your hips and sinking you on to him. You let out a his as your soft walls opened for him. “Fuck she's so tight,” Geto groaned.
“Bet her ass is even tighter,” Gojo said from somewhere behind you. You instinctively rolled your hips, letting your body adjust to Geto. He rocked his hips up slightly, admiring the moans it pulled from your lips. Gojo tried to be as patient as he could so you could adjust to Geto, but his patience feared very thing watching his cock disappear inside you. He did not like feeling left out.
You felt Gojo press up behind you, the warmth of his chest at your back. He pushed you down so your chest was flush against Geto’s. Geto stilled, allowing Gojo to spread your ass cheeks. You heard him spit a split second before you felt the warm saliva hit your ass. He used his thumb to spread it over your hole before lined himself up to you. His cock head pressed against you, slowly pushing through the ring of your ass.
“Aahh fuck Satoru!” you whined as he slowly filled you up. You gripped Geto’s shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin
“You can take it,” Gojo insisted, continuing to press inside. He bottomed out with a deep satisfied sigh. “See? Taking two cocks like no problem.”
“Mmm, yeah I can feel her squeezing me,” Geto commented, “She likes it.”
Gojo chuckled. “Who knew our friend was such a slut.”
Your breath was ragged as both men began to move inside you. It was such a strange, full sensation, but fuck you couldn’t deny it felt so good. They moved slowly at first, making sure you were enjoying it. With each moan that left your lips the moved more freely.
“God your so fucking tight, y/n,” Gojo moaned, “Feels so fuck wrapped around my cock.”
Your pussy throbbed at his words. “Don’t think I didn’t feel that,” Geto said. “You like when Satoru calls you a slut, don’t you?” Your head was on Geto’s chest and you whined in response. That wasn’t good enough for him. He gripped your jaw and made you look up at him. “Asked you a question.”
“Ye-nggh -s! Yes I-I like being called a slut!” You gasped. Both chuckled at you.
“Good girl,” Geto smiled. You whimpered at his words and how his cock nudges at all the most sensitive spots in your pussy. Your body felt limp as you leaned against him, caged between your best friends warm, muscular bodies. They enjoyed the feeling of being inside you, but also loved that they could feel each other inside you. They could feel their cocks rubbing against each other through the thin muscles of your pussy and ass, making each thrust stimulate them even more.
Both men continued to thrust into you faster. Gojo’s moans were lighter, on the precipice of a whine, while Geto’s were deeper and raspier. It was music to your ears. “Fuck she’s taking us so good,” Gojo moaned. “Think we should fill her up?”
Geto smirked, pressing deep inside you. “Yeah, I think she’d like that.” His thumb found your sensitive clit, making you yelp. “Am I right, y/n? Want us to fill you with our cum?”
“Please, please, need it,” you babbled. The pleasure you felt so intense it was making you dumb.
“Rub her clit harder, bet she’ll cum in a second,” Gojo said. Geto responded immediately rubbing you harder and faster. You nearly screamed as the pleasure in your lower stomach completely snapped. Your whole body shuddered as your orgasm flamed through you. Neither man let up as you cum, making the pleasure build and build and build. You were about to push away from overstimulation when your body convulsed again, your release gushing out of your pussy.
“Oh fuck,” Geto groaned, watching your pussy squirt. Your released soaked both men, making their cocks ache. Geto broke first, his cock throbbing inside you as his filling you with his hot cum. Gojo didn’t last much longer; watching his best friends cum set him over the edge. He was much more vocal as his hips stuttered and he release himself inside your ass.
You were collapsed on top of Geto by the time Gojo pulled out of you. He watched both his and Geto’s cum leak out of you. “Fuck that’s hot.”
Geto chuckled, rubbing your back gently. “We need to get cleaned up.”
“Good thing my shower’s big too,” Gojo grinned. He walked over to the door, still shamelessly naked and covered in cum. “I hope you enjoyed that, y/n, because we are definitely doing that again.”
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Sundress
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Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader
Rating: 18+ (Fluff, slight smut, no angst for once, slutshaming but not how you think)
She laughed freely at something his cousin said, all her nervousness from their journey to Texas leaving her little by little when his family embraced her as one of their own within minutes of meeting her. Oh and the alcohol helped too. He took her hand and played with her fingers as he sipped on his beer, smiling as he felt himself relax in the presence of the people who knew him the best.
It was unbelievable really, being back in Laredo not as the former sheriff who ran out on his bride but as a federal agent with a beautiful woman on his arm wearing his ring. She was here in a pretty sundress, sitting on the sofa in his home, laughing with his cousins as they shared embarrassing stories about him. Pops loved her, just as he expected and he just knew that if Ma was alive, she would love her too.
It could’ve just been his beer-addled mind, but he was so happy with her right there, right then that he would quit his job and just keep her right there in Laredo. He never liked the damn place, always wanted to break free and run off to explore the big bad world. But he also saw the appeal of a small town as he stared into the old picture of his parents on their wedding day. He wanted love like that. And he had it. He wanted to take care of the ranch with her, work where he lived so that he could slip into the house whenever he wanted to kiss her senseless. He wanted to wake up in the morning without worrying about going elsewhere for work and just bury himself in her warmth, make sweet love to her, have the big family he’s always secretly wanted.
“Why can’t I have a baby brother?” He recalled asking his parents, wishing to have a playmate at home. They’d tried. For many many years, they’d tried. But he didn’t know that. “It’s because you’re a naughty boy and I don’t have time for more naughty ones.” Ma said, pinching his cheeks before getting back to work with the newborn foal.
All his cousins had siblings and though he was close enough to them to not long for more kids his age to play with, he was jealous of them and angry at his parents. So he told himself all those years ago that when he was old enough, he would give his son a lot of little siblings to play with. It was stupid and childish really, but the sentiment hadn’t worn off over the years. He would like a big family someday. When they were away from all the dangers his job brought them.
Family and friends flitted out one by one, making Javier grateful that he didn’t have to kick them out to take his fiancé to bed. He loved his family and all but he had been around her for hours without being able to touch her inappropriately and that was getting to him. Kicking his family out to fuck his girl wouldn’t have been nice. And it wouldn’t have done well for his ‘Javi who left his fiancé at the altar’ reputation.
“I really like them,” she giggled as she cuddled into him on the sofa. He pressed a kiss to her lips and pulled back to find her smiling wide. He smiled back, unable to resist the infectious effects of her smile.
“Good. And they like you too. Especially pops.”
“Wooo!” She pumped her fist in the air, making him laugh. “‘S nice to have my future father-in-law’s approval.”
“Yeah well, let’s not rub it in my face,” he grumbled, recalling how unimpressed her father was with him. But he couldn’t fault the man. If his daughter came home with a guy who got shot at everyday for a living, he would be more than just unimpressed.
“Aww, Pobrecito,” she cooed before pressing wet kisses to his cheek. “He’ll come around. He’s just annoyed that you would be such a slut and have sex with his daughter under his roof before marrying her.”
“And whose fault is that?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. She’d teased him all day, fucking grabbed him beneath the dinner table while carrying on conversation about work with her family.
“Whose fault?” She asked, making her eyes all soft and sweet just like the night she sneaked into the guest bedroom of her family home and begged him to fuck her. How was a man supposed to resist those sweet eyes and their filthy requests that contradicted their innocent act?
“Yours.”
“Mhmm?”
“Mhmm.”
“Okay then,” she said, smiling sweetly. Nothing good came out of that innocent act. “I’ll be a good girl tonight. I’ll take my bag to the guest bedroom. Sleep there for our entire week here.”
He rolled his eyes at her and snatched her bottle of beer before emptying the contents in one gulp. He wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easy.
“Rude!”
“Better rude than cruel, you absolute demon of a woman.”
“Cruel!? How dare you! I’ve been on my best behavior all day. I made your family fall in love with me faster than you made my family tolerate you. Miguel loves me so much that he would marry me if you didn’t. Linda invited me on a shopping trip and José didn’t move from me for hours.”
“José is two,” he said, laughing. Babies loved everyone, right? They were just innocent little creatures who loved everything. Or that was just what he told himself when his base instincts told him to take her to his room and put a baby in her immediately.
It wasn’t his fault. It was the goddamn sundress making her look all sweet and homely and just like something he’d want to put a baby in. He was going insane. Just the sight of her fitting in so well with his family and cradling his cousin’s kid while wearing a ring that declared her his was enough for him to stop thinking practically about all the things they needed to get out of the way before having kids.
“So? He loves me. I’m just so dang lovable,” she said, poking his chest with her index finger. “Not my fault that I’m perfect and you’re a big grump my father doesn’t care for.”
“He doesn’t hate me for being a grump. He hates me because he heard his innocent little girl screaming my name at night.”
“Asshole!” She gasped and shoved him away from her, but he returned right back and kissed her on the lips. Before she could call him more names, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, laughing as he felt her grab his ass immediately. Becoming boring was one of the reasons he didn’t want to get married, but with a girl like her who wanted him so openly, there wouldn’t be a boring day in his life.
“You make me fuck you in your family home, I get to have you fuck me in my childhood bedroom,” he said, carrying her to his room.
“Around all the posters of half naked women?”
“You offended, baby?” He asked, slapping her ass. He wasn’t the half naked women plastered all over his walls kind of guy anymore. But it made him feel giddy to think she might be…jealous?
“Nope! Just regretting taking down my John Wayne and Sydney Poitier posters. I had a John Wayne poster where he’s on a horse, wearing a cowboy ha—” she gasped as he dropped her on his bed.
“He was just a fake cowboy, baby. I’m the real deal. Got a ranch and all. I’ll put on the clothes if you want me to. Get on a horse, wear the damn hat. You want that?” He asked, hovering over her as she unbuttoned his shirt.
“I don’t know, Javi…” she tutted, twirling his hair around her finger. “You might look like a clown in it since you gave up the cowboy life to be a slut in Colombia.”
“I gave up the cowboy life to chase Escobar,” he corrected, giving her a pointed look.
“Yeah, but you spend more time being a slut than chasing Escobar.”
He pinched her ass, making her shriek and slap her hand over her mouth. “Javi! Don’t make me scream. I don’t want your dad to think badly of me!”
“Oh that’s one thing I can’t do, baby. Making you scream and making you cream comes naturally to me,” he said, making her gasp in horror. She had no reason to react so dramatically seeing that he’d definitely given her worse lines in the past. But it was fucking cute.
“Slut,” she chided, pushing him away but then pulling him down to her immediately. She gave him a peck on the lips before blessing the rest of his face with her kisses. It had him smiling like a kid, laughing like he used to when he was a permanent resident of this room.
“How many girls you fuck on this bed before me, Peña?” She asked as he shrugged his shirt off and got to work on her sundress. She looked pretty as hell in it, the white cotton with lemons printed on it giving her the look of the chaste woman she was not. But she looked the part in front of his family, hair down and neatly combed, pink on her cheeks and lips, and a pretty dress that made her look the part of a fiancée any group of Tias would approve of.
“You’re the first. The only one,” he said, pushing the elastic off her shoulders and kissing the swell of her breasts. He breathed in her distinct scent mixed with her sweat and took her breast into his mouth. She tasted salty from sweating, but he was not one to be disgusted by that. He came home to her sweaty and disgusting every damn night and she took him anyway. He buried his face between her breasts and took in her scent, groaning as his cock twitched in response.
Images of her with her knees bent by her head, still wearing the damn sundress as he drilled into her cunt filled his brain.
“Riiight. Totally believe that,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“You don’t trust me? You’re the only girl— woman, on this bed.”
“I don’t believe you. I know for a fact that you were a slut in high school.”
“Oh I was,” he agreed, hand diving beneath her skirt. “But I never brought girls back here. I sneaked into their bedrooms and sneaked out when we were done.”
“Of course you did,” she laughed, fucking herself on his fingers. It was sweet, having her in his family home, learning more about him and being delighted in what she found.
“It’d been a fantasy for a while actually, to bring a girl home, sleep with her on my bed. I just hated having to pull my pants up and run out before my girlfriend’s parents caught us and shot me.”
“You absolute menace!” She scolded and shook her head. He wondered if she would’ve given him her time of day had they gone to school together. He was quite the lanky kid with none of the muscles of his current body that she loved so much. He didn’t have much game either, not enough to impress her at least. She was a big city girl and all he knew at fifteen was Laredo and its oppressive walls. The Agent Javier Peña of now had slipped a diamond ring on her finger, but Javi from Laredo would’ve made a fool out of himself trying to get her to just talk to him.
Or not.
Maybe she would’ve liked him back. Maybe stupid boys with the worst pickup lines and too much confidence were her teenage self’s type.
“Would’ve sneaked into your room too,” he teased, bunching her skirt up at her waist before sucking her clit between his lips.
“Javi!” She squealed and not from pleasure. He apologized for hurting her with his desperation and placed a gentle kiss on the nub.
“My dad would’ve killed you for sure,” she said, running her hand over his arm. He flexed his muscles for her benefit and she took his offer, lavishing his arm with attention before moving a hand down his back as far as she could reach.
“Worth it for this pussy.”
He spent the night with his head between her legs, making her cry his name into her hand and then his pillow. In his head, he gave Javi from two decades ago a pat on the back. He’d gotten out of Laredo like he always wished, no matter the circumstance. He landed a pretty girl who wanted to fuck just as much as he did. He had love like his parents. He’d have a wedding he wouldn’t walk out on and someday maybe the grandchild his dad mentioned in passing.
Life was good.
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some stalker!ghost thoughts ౨ৎ ࿐
author’s note. i have never been into dark content but i got this idea in my head & ran with it >.< really, it’s not that dark, he’s just obsessive & needs to be near u at All Times. however he is a stalker so please heed the warnings !!
cw. 18+ mdni, fem reader, stalking, murder (nothing detailed & the reader doesn’t know), breaking & entering, voyeurism, masturbation. lmk if i missed anything ! <3
∘♡༉∘ he meets you while on leave. it’s not often he’s off-base, and when he is, he rarely leaves the dingy little apartment he rents.
∘♡༉∘ despite the rumours, ghost is human. a human with a terrible sweet tooth, actually. after spending too long staring at his empty pantry, willing something to appear, he decides to check out the little bakery he’d spotted on an early-morning run a few days ago.
∘♡༉∘ it was quiet inside — so quiet he had to double check that the ‘open’ sign was actually lit up. it was, and there was a faint, bubble-gum pop song playing from somewhere behind the ‘employees only’ door. after a moment of deliberation, he dings the little bell atop the counter.
∘♡༉∘ there’s a short yelp, and that sickly-sweet music is immediately paused. not a moment later, the door is swung open, and the prettiest little thing he’s ever seen is rattling off non-sensical apologies. there’s a bit of flour on your nose, some frosting on your chin.
∘♡༉∘ ghost knows he’s intimidating — enjoys it, even. not once in his life has he felt at all bad about it, not until now. the way you stutter over your words, staring up at him with wide eyes, growing frantic the more he silently stares has him regretting everything.
∘♡༉∘ now, he wishes he’d taken the time to swap out his balaclava for a surgical mask, or at least worn something other than his usual black hoodie and jeans. all he can do is shove his hands in his pockets, and say as softly as he can manage, “‘s okay, sweetheart.”
∘♡༉∘ you visibly relax, at that. shoulders slumping from where they’d begun to climb toward your ears. after that, you’re asking how you can help him, and when he asks for suggestions, you’re full of them. he ends up leaving with a box full of treats he doesn’t need, but he just couldn’t say no to anything you offered.
∘♡༉∘ only two days later and he’s returning. he doesn’t know why, but he can’t get you out of his head.
∘♡༉∘ the sight of your big, toothy smile when he walks in has his heart soaring. you’re immediately asking about the treats, if he enjoyed them or not. of course he did — he couldn’t get through all of them without a sore stomach, but the ones he did eat were the best damn baked goods he’d ever had.
∘♡༉∘ it’s easy enough to find your social media; you’re not great with privacy settings, and he spotted your name on your tag the first day he met you. instagram, snapchat, twitter, spotify, even facebook. your posts are so sweet, he finds himself smiling absentmindedly as he scrolls through them. baked goods, selfies of you and your friends, animals, the moon. he doesn’t know why he’s so satisfied when he concludes you don’t have a partner.
∘♡༉∘ there’s a photo of you at the beach alongside your friends. you’re smiling in it, the way one would for a photo — it’s not genuine, not like how you smile at him. but you look beautiful, so much so that it has something foul twisting in his stomach at the thought of anyone else seeing you like this. the photo wasn’t particularly revealing, and you weren’t posed scandalously, but… he grinds his teeth as he goes through the comments. he’s so, so proud when he sees that you haven’t responded to the men, not even deigning to like their comments. heart eyes and shitty compliments — he files away their names, somewhere in the back of his mind. just in case.
∘♡༉∘ it becomes routine to visit you after that. every few days he came in, spending more money than anyone should at a bakery. only once did he make the mistake of coming in on your day off. it only made sense for him to wait for your coworker to use the restroom and sneak back to the break room, snapping a photo of your schedule.
∘♡༉∘ additionally, and even more strangely, he’s glad the bakery has the sweet habit of labeling who made what treats. when you suggest the ones made by your coworkers, he’ll still purchase them, just to see you smile, but they don’t go anywhere near his mouth.
∘♡༉∘ and, hey, it’s not like sticking around until the end of your shift was a terrible idea. he’d sit in his car on the other side of the street, monitoring whoever entered and exited. he just needed to make sure you were safe. a sweet thing like you, the world would chew you up and spit you out so easily — there’s no way he’s gonna let that happen.
∘♡༉∘ it’s rare he deems someone a threat, but when an older man leaves the place with a scowl, he gets a bad feeling. immediately, he’s back inside the bakery, only to find you teary-eyed and sniffly. fury takes hold in an instant, but when you spot him and whimper out his name, he’s unable to leave again, no matter how badly he needs to hunt that man down. you step into his arms and ghost knows that prick will have to wait — right now, he needs to take care of you. wiping your eyes, cooing at you until you calm down enough to explain what happened. he insists you take your break, and when you do, he treats you to the restaurant across the street you’d mentioned you’d liked.
∘♡༉∘ the prick never comes back. you don’t question why, and simon’s glad for that. he doesn’t know how accepting you’d be if ghost told you he was buried a few cities over.
∘♡༉∘ after that, ghost’s instincts kind of go haywire. in his eyes, you’re no longer safe when he’s not around, not even at home. he spends his nights parked a few houses down, watching you through the window you so often forgot to draw the blinds across.
∘♡༉∘ a few weeks later, it was clear you were going through a bad time. although simon was greatly relieved when he found out it was merely a common flu, he was furious you still had to go to work to support yourself. in just a few months, if he kept at it, you might let him support you. for now, though, the best he could manage was slipping through an unlocked window and catching up on the chores you’d fallen behind. doing the dishes, your laundry, taking out your garbage. now, when you returned home, you’d be able to relax, to get better.
∘♡༉∘ additionally, he made mental notes of things that needed fixing. the lightbulb in your upstairs hallway was flickering, there was a leaky tap in the kitchen, and a few of your doors could use new hinges. he’d get to that, too, eventually.
∘♡༉∘ (he prayed you were delirious enough in your sickness to not notice. he was mostly right — through the window, he spotted you staring at the now-clean dishes with a puzzled expression. you brushed it off, and he exhaled in relief, returning to his phone, where he was purchasing a refill of your favourite perfume).
∘♡༉∘ it was hard, though. work often called him away, and he didn’t want any of the neighbours reporting a suspicious black truck parked on the street. after much debate, he purchased some cameras, installing them in a few rooms and along the exterior of your house.
∘♡༉∘ being able to check up on his girl helped him sleep when he was away. he had to pay a few extra dollars for it, but now whenever the motion sensors went off at night, he’d get a notification sent to his phone.
∘♡༉∘ he panics when it goes off one night, a while after he’d watched you fall asleep. it woke him up out of his dead sleep, body attuned to the sound of the notification. he was on base, a ways away from you; he couldn’t unlock his phone fast enough.
∘♡༉∘ however, he merely found you, alone in your room, writhing on your bed. he was confused for a long moment — were you hurt? did he need to call someone to check up on you? however, when he clicked the little ‘unmute’ button, and a low buzzing sound cut through his speakers, he came to the realization with a groan. you were getting off.
∘♡༉∘ he knew he should close the app. he knew this was a new level of invading your privacy. he knew he was disgusting . . . but the blood in his brain had already begun it’s descent to his cock, quick enough to make him light headed and a little stupid.
∘♡༉∘ the walls in the barracks were thin. he made sure to keep the volume low as he listened to your quiet moans and breathy whimpers. pressing his face close to the screen, he watched with wide, dilated eyes, cock twitching in his briefs every time you bucked your hips against the vibrator.
∘♡༉∘ simon didn’t quite know how it happened, but somehow he’d ended up on his tummy, cock fucking into his fist while he imagined it was your pretty little cunt. he finished embarrassingly quick, growling against his pillow, waiting just long enough to hear the sounds of your climax.
∘♡༉∘ the hazy, post-climax period was cut short when he heard your voice, quiet and muffled against your palm. it was breathy with the come-down, but his heart lurched in his chest. he had to rewind the video, holding the speaker up to his ear.
∘♡༉∘ sure enough, you’d uttered his name. simon. you were thinking of him.
∘♡༉∘ despite claiming you long ago, something was cemented in simon’s chest at the sound. he couldn’t wait any longer. the moment he returned, you’d be his. no matter what he had to do.
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| slytherin!colby brock x quiet!hufflepuff!reader
summary: in which, colby brock begins to sneak around with the shy, quiet hufflepuff girl.
warnings: none
authors note: as requested, here is part two of ‘quiet’. unedited lol
quiet (part one)
ever since colby brock had confessed why he was so rude to her; things had changed and people could tell.
y/n had started speaking up. using her voice to actually answer in class, instead of whispering like she use to.
she would start conversations with the people who she sat next to and she’d only just began to stick up for people who were getting picked on. she was becoming a new version of herself.
all because of colby brock. the contrasting pair had secretly been meeting up late at night, at the astronomy tower, where they had their first actual friendly interaction.
colby would also hide from his friends during their free periods. running about the castle with y/n, being careful to not been seen with one another by people in their year.
there’d been a time where the pair were running about the upper hallways, chasing each other around. and they’d ran into fred weasley.
y/n had turned a corner and basically ran straight into him. he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, due to the fact y/n y/l/n was running in a corridor.
and then colby brock turned the corner, running into y/n. she looked down at the floor, a small smile on her face.
“oh- should i be concerned?” fred asked, his eyes darting between colby and y/n.
y/n laughed, but colby had a stern look on his face, trying to hide this little soft side y/n had come to know.
“no, it’s okay fred,” she smiled, “just don’t tell anyone! okay? please!” she begged.
fred nodded, “you owe me one!” he walked past the two but then stopped and turned back to them, “you too brock!”
y/n laughed, looking at colby, who wore a annoyed grimace on his face. “oh stop moping. could have been sam!” she reasoned, “now come on!” she grabbed colby’s hand and ran the opposite way to fred.
sudden voices approached from one side of the corridor, familiar voices. y/n’s eyes widened, colby swore under his breath.
his hand tightened around y/n’s hand and he dragged her to the other side of the corridor. hiding behind a pillar, that was to the left of them.
“i mean, colby’s been acting so differently!” sam spoke, his voice growing closer.
“what do you mean? he’s always been weird,” draco shrugged.
colby’s face contorted in annoyance yet y/n couldn’t help but let out a giggle at draco’s comment. colby looked at y/n and rolled his eyes, but he still smiled at her quiet laugh.
“well, haven’t you noticed? he’s always unfocused, like he’s thinking about something. or he’s always missing nowadays!” sam explained, “like, where is he now? huh?” the group of boys stayed silent. “when was the last time you spoke to him, enzo?”
the boy in question itched his head in thought, “uh- like… i mean the last time we actually had a conversation was like two days ago in astronomy, but he was so distracted,”
“exactly!” sam reasoned, “something’s going on! and he’s not telling us about it!”
“calm down sam. he’ll come to us eventually,” theo replied, trying to calm the boys anger down. sam shook his head and walked away, the boys following him.
after they had disappeared, the two came out from their hiding place, laughing at how clueless the group were.
“how stupid are they?” y/n laughed.
colby looked over at the girl, who looked so pretty in this moment. she was happy and being herself.
“you’re so beautiful,” colby whispered.
y/n’s head snapped towards colby, her face going red, as she bit back a smile. “shut up,” she answered in embarrassment.
y/n looked to her watch, a muggle gift hermione had bought her, “colby, we’re late for potions!”
y/n began running in one direction, soon realising colby was not following, “are you not coming with me?” she asked.
he shook his head in response, “i will in a bit, just can’t be bothered right now!”
y/n huffed, “but you’ll get a detention!”
colby smiled at y/n, walking up to her and tucking a stray hair behind her ear, “i’ll be fine, you don’t need to worry about me!”
she huffed, once again, in defeat, “bye colby,” she turned around and began to walk away from him.
“bye sweetheart,” he answered, a tone of playfulness in his voice. y/n turned back while she continued walking, her lips thinned into a bright smile, trying to hide her laugh.
colby’s eyes softened at the girl as she rounded the corner, letting his thoughts sink in. colby brock had it bad for the quiet hufflepuff girl, who was now discovering herself.
it was approximately twenty five minutes into professors snape droning potions class. sure y/n loved her studies; but she’d officially had enough.
the lesson had gone on forever and colby hadn’t even shown up, which meant the boy would be in so much trouble with snape.
y/n had heard sam make a comment about colby’s sudden absence, as he was there at lunch and he seemed to be fine then.
but just as y/n was thinking about said boy, he burst through the door, all eyes turned to him.
“mr brock, how kind of you to join us!” snape spoke monotonously.
“of course! how could i not, my favourite, favourite professor!” colby replied sarcastically.
snape’s gaze did not change, his eyes still staring holes through colby, who stood there with a smirk, while the class tried not to laugh (y/n included). “detention, mr brock. tonight at 7pm, do not be late,”
colby nodded, surrendering with his hands, he took his seat next to sam, who asked where he was.
“i was at the hospital wing,” he lied.
colby glanced at y/n, who listened in carefully. she smiled at him and looked down bashfully. colby chuckled to himself, trying to think of a lie to tell sam.
snape had set them off on a practical task, making a medium-level potion, which the class had all completed before.
y/n knew she wouldn’t mess this up. so when she turned back around from grabbing some more ingredients, and noticed the colour change of the potion, she knew someone had messed with hers.
y/n looked up to her first guess: sam. but he wasn’t even looking at her. he was talking to theo, talking about their potion.
her eyes then drifted to colby, who held a guilty smirk. her eyes widened and her eyebrows raised in annoyance.
colby held up a small vile and wiggled it about, teasing y/n in what he had done, which contained whatever ingredient he had found on the side from snape’s supplies.
snape began to walk around the tables, while y/n swiftly tried to fix hers. but nothing was working.
snape looked into y/n’s potion. “how disappointing,” he said, looking at y/n, “maybe i overestimate your talent. you’ll join mr brock in detention tonight,”
y/n’s eyes snapped towards colby, who wore a smirk on his face, while he tried to conceal his laugh.
sam had picked up on snape’s words, and then he picked up on the two said people’s interaction from across the room.
colby wasn’t being rude, or intimidating the quiet girl, who sam had grown to hate over the years. they were joking together.
he payed close attention to them. looking at how they interacted across the room. and it seemed to be friendly; too friendly for sam’s liking.
he saw how y/n would frequently glance at colby, then look down trying to hide the redness which rushed to her cheeks when colby would notice. or how colby’s stare would linger just a few seconds too long.
sam knew something was going on and he needed to find out what
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Imagine you and some of the TWST guys are preparing for a little party. Whether it be a tea party, or maybe an unbirthday party, idk but THERES A PARTY GOING ON OKAY?
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Obviously Ace and Deuce are there, and so is Grim and Jack and Epel. They practically follow you everywhere so of course they’d help you set up!! Even if they really don’t wanna.
Riddle, Leona, and Vil are there too. Leona doesn’t really wanna be there, but he can’t let his poor weak herbivore do it all on their own, can he?
No, he can’t. He likes you too much to leave you alone because he knows only like, 3 people are gonna help you out.
Riddle is there to make sure no one breaks any rules and behaves accordingly and Vil is there to make sure everything is absolutely perfect. It’s a big party after all, and anything other than perfect could ruin his reputation!!! And we wouldn’t want that, would we??:(
You’re setting the table, trying to make everything as perfectly set as possible. Yet no matter how straight and how perfect you put down those plates and silverware, Vil is correcting it and criticizing you.
“Is it really that hard to set the table correctly Prefect? I know not having magic shouldn’t effect your ability to set a table..” he’d complain, fixing yet another fork you apparently laid down incorrectly.
And you’d stay quiet, getting more and more upset by the minute as you continued setting the table.
And everyone could tell you were getting fed up, but decided to stay quiet for their own good, because they know how Vil is.
“Prefect, at this point it might be better for me to set this table. You’re doing it all wrong. It looks absolutely hideous.” He complained again, making you look up from the fork he asked you to adjust.
“Vil, it looks fine. Can’t you go bother somebody else? I know how to set a table.” You finally talked back, making everyone look up and turn to you two.
“It doesn’t look fine. It looks horrendous. Just like your skin. Have you been doing that skincare routine I showed you?” He fussed, reaching out to touch your face, “and besides, the table only looks a little bit better because I fixed it. Like I said, it doesn’t take magic to set a table, now does it? You should be able to do this with no issues, right?”
You backed away from him, huffing as you did so. “No, I haven’t. I’ve been too busy planning this party and with school and with you guys. I don’t have time for that stuff right now.”
Leona then interrupts, getting in between you two.
“Leave the herbivore alone, table looks fine,” he mumbled with a yawn, “if it looks so awful, maybe you should do it yourself.” He leaned against you, closing his eyes as he spoke.
You sent Leona a thankful smile, looking at Vil as he glared sharply at the both of you.
“Are you being serious? Leona, look at it. It’s a mess. Great Seven, you can’t even set a table correctly. What are you good for, anyways? You’re magicless, you lack strength in general, you can’t even take care of yourself, and your grades are slipping!”
“You’re awful. I will never, never understand why the Black Mirror brought you here.”
The room went silent. The dishes in your hand went clattering to the floor, some shattering on impact.
You knew he can be an asshole, but fuck man.
That hurt.
That hurt a lot.
“You know what, Vil? Fuck you. I’m fucking trying, okay? But it’s hard to focus on things when I’m tackling one overblot and problem after another. I know you’re stressed out and shit, but you don’t need to take it out on me.” You took a deep breath, glaring at him as you teared up.
“I’m so fucking done.”
Before you knew it, your eyes were filled with tears and you were running out the door, hearing your friends shout for you as you ran.
God you wanna go home..
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Oh how I love angst!!
I really wanna make a part 2!! Would you guys like that? Lemme knowwwww!!
If I do make a part two, we’ll see Neige and get a lil more info about Vil and why he said what he said🤞🤞
#twst imagines#twst x reader#disney twst#twst#twst wonderland#twisted wonderland#twst mc#twisted wonderland vil#twst yuu#twst leona#twst headcanons#twst angst#twst vil#twst spoilers#twisted wonderland leona#vil shoenheit x reader#vil schoenheit#leona x reader#leona kingscholar#neige#neige leblanche#neige x reader
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@jegulus-microfic // march 26 // prompt: transfiguration // words: 1100 // cw: some blood and a minor wound (but it's v cute + fluffy)
“How did this happen again?” Sirius asks as he dabs at the cut along the palm of Regulus’ hand. The cloth stings, despite Sirius’ best attempts to be gentle.
“Just got a strong grip,” Regulus mumbles. His eyes flit around the room, catching on the gaudy red drapery and the mess of clothes scattered on every spare surface.
“Uhu, sure.” Sirius doesn’t look away from what he’s doing, carefully cleaning the wound. “But really?”
It’s not the first time something like this has happened. It has actually been a pretty common occurrence this past year. Summer had done James good and Regulus had a hard time not noticing it.
A few weeks ago, during Transfiguration, Regulus had accidentally made the windows explode when James walked in to drop off a note for professor McGonagall.
He’d sent Regulus a small smile on his way out and it immediately made Regulus' heart trip and the windows burst. James had been so brave about it too, sheltering Regulus’ body with his own to keep any shards from falling on him. He still remembers the warmth of his cloak and the scent of his shampoo.
Not too long after that, James had passed him in the courtyard when he was messing around with Barty and Evan. A cheery call of “Hey, Regulus!” and his spell had slipped out of his control, hitting a few people with a relatively harmless stinging hex.
Today, Regulus had been sitting next to Sirius in the Grand Hall, not aware he was actually in James’ spot. When James slid onto the bench next to him, thighs pressing against each other and the heat of his body seeping though the fabric of is clothes, Regulus had accidentally made the cups of pumpkin juice shatter.
Unfortunately, he had been holding his own, which is why he is currently perched on the edge of Sirius’ bed as Sirius tries to heal the small cut on the palm of his hand.
“I keep…” Regulus puffs up his cheeks, considering his words. “I keep messing things up. When J— this guy walks into the room.”
“You have a crush?” Sirius asks, finally looking up from the task at hand to meet Regulus’ eye.
“Don’t say it out loud,” he hisses. Regulus has to resist the urge to clap his hand over Sirius’ mouth, never mind the fact that they’re alone in his dorm right now.
“Why?”
“It’s embarrassing!”
“It’s not embarrassing! I think it’s sweet! My little brother, all grown up.”
Sirius sounds fond. Proud. Warmth sparks behind Regulus’ ribs.
“M not little,” he huffs, but it lacks any real heat. He knows he’ll always be Sirius’ little brother.
Good thing it’s his favorite thing about himself.
The blood has been cleared away enough for Sirius to see the cut. It’s not deep, thankfully, so a simple mending spell should do the trick.
The feeling of the spell is pleasant on his skin, like dipping his hand into warm water, relief rushing over him.
As luck would have it, James chooses that exact moment to walk into the room. Regulus counts to ten in his head, an attempt to quell the magic that is coursing through his veins and desperate to burst from his fingertips.
James looks handsome like this, hair a bit messy from where he has been running his hand through it, glasses low on his nose. Regulus itches to push it back into place. His tie is a bit too loose to be acceptable, but he seems to get away with it every time. The golden details of his uniform compliment the hazel of his eyes and Regulus is at risk of swimming in them if he doesn’t look away.
“Reg, hey, are you okay?” He sounds breathless, like he ran up the stairs to get here. Regulus tries not to get his hopes up.
He coughs, just to make sure his voice is still there. “Yeah, just a cut. Sirius is fixing it.”
Neither Sirius nor Regulus mentions that they are used to patching each other up. More familiar with each other’s healing magic than they’d like to admit. They had spent long nights with books they’d borrowed from the Black family library, learning simple healing spells.
“Why not go see Pomfrey?”
Regulus ignores the indignant hey from Sirius and says, “She had her hands full already. But it’s fine. Sirius can—”
“Here, let me,” James says, nudging Sirius out of the way.
Sirius is about to protest when he catches sight of Regulus’ face, a slow blush crawling up his neck and blooming on his cheeks. Understanding sparks in Sirius’ eyes and a shit-eating grin forms on his face.
“Yeah, Prongs can take care of this. I have to head out anyway.”
Regulus tries to communicate to Sirius that he should absolutely not leave or Regulus might end up accidentally setting his bed on fire. Or on purpose. He’s not sure yet. But Sirius elects to ignore his warnings and shuts the door behind him with a wink.
James’ hands are warm. His palms are calloused from all those hours practicing Quidditch, but no less gentle in their prodding.
“Strong grip, huh?” James murmurs as he pokes at the tender skin on Regulus’ hand. There isn’t much to mend anymore, Sirius was basically done, but neither of them mentions it.
“Yeah, apparently.”
Regulus is thankful his voice doesn’t crack, but the heat in his face is persistent, straying up to the tips of his ears.
“Mh, maybe you should try out for the Slythering Quidditch team. I’d like to have some real competition on the pitch.”
“Maybe.”
“Then again, maybe you’ll be distracted enough to let me sneak by, or to set your team’s brooms on fire.”
Red blooms in Regulus’ face, almost brighter than the red on the walls. His embarrassment is short-lived though, because James is laughing fondly, hands still cradling Regulus’ own.
“You did it on purpose!” He accuses.
“Not on purpose, per se. I just wanted to test a theory,” he muses. A thumb strokes over the back of Regulus’ hand and goosebumps erupt on his skin. James hums, content. “I’m sorry, though. I didn’t want you to get hurt.”
Regulus huffs in annoyance, but it’s a show and they both know it.
“I really am sorry,” James says again, ducking his head so he can meet Regulus’ eye. One of his hands comes up to push a dark curl away from Regulus’ forehead. Then, it settles on the side of his face. In the quiet space between them, he murmurs “Let me kiss it better.”
#regulus has an obvious crush and accidental magic#a recipe for disaster#regulus black#james potter#jegulus#jegulus microfic#mil's microfics#mil's writing
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Sandbagger | T. Zegras
pairing: Trevor Zegras x gn!reader
warnings: none?
summary: Trevor invited you to the sandbagger golf video
word count: 0.7k
not my gif!
“You can sit in the cart the entire time, please baby?” Trevor’s begging and whining had been constant for two days now, pleading for you to come to golf with Cole and the others for sandbagger.
“Why though? Trev, you know I don’t like golf as much as you.”
“Because you’re my very pretty lover and I need to show you off?” You rolled his eyes at his reasoning yet nodded your head, a squeal erupting from Trevor before he spun you around.
“Trevor!”
It was like the minute you had made it to the course, he was jumping with enthusiasm, running laps around everyone else. Cole too, running with them, as if they’d hadn’t been playing together most of the summer.
“Would you just stop, for a minute please?” You asked as the boy ran a circle around you, pausing at your words, stopping just in front of you. “Thank you.” You grinned, pulling your arms around his shoulders, pressing a short kiss to his lips.
He was quick to chase for more, leaning further into you, pushing his lips back against your before you could fully pull away.
The game began shortly, you settling in the cart, squished in between the two boys. Trevor’s arm wrapping around your shoulders in the cart as he drove, gently rubbing.
As expected you got to stay put in the cart most of the day, only coming out occasionally to stretch. Or at least that was the plan until you walked up behind Trevor to hug him.
“Hi baby” He grinned, turning to place a kiss on your temple, his arms sliding around your waist.
“Hi Trev” You grinned back, leaning for a kiss, him complying quickly.
“You know,” He had a smirk on his face, a light tone to his words, “You look so good today, I don’t think anyone would notice if we just slipped off.” He teased, his hands dropping lower on your body.
His words earning a smack to his arm, his hand quickly moving back up your body.
“Trevor no!” His laugh covering the field in the moment, striking Cole’s attention.
“What are you two talking about?”
“Nothing.” you were quick to push at the same time Trevor answered honestly. “Trevor!” you yelled, hiding in his chest as Cole laughed at his answer.
“What’re you hiding for? this is the man who admitted to being called the cock today!” Trevor returned, brushing your hair out of your face so you’d look at him.
You laughed at his point, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He was quick to chase again, his hand pushed against your back to keep you against him while he leaned to you again.
“Hey, being called the cock is a compliment!” You heard Cole argue while trevor kissed you, your hands threading through his hair.
“Ew, get a room!” Those words from Cole gathered the attention of the others around, earning laughs and another flushed face from you as you push trevor back and hid in his chest.
“That’s what we were trying to do!” He grinned, his hand rubbing circles on your back as you buried further into his chest.
“Go finish your golf game, I’ll be in the cart.” You whispered, walking back to the cart quickly, pulling out your phone as a distraction.
The rest of the game went without hitch, Trevor only whispering ideas to you within the cart now, Cole ever present to say no.
Needless to say, Trevor was happy to head home, tired from the game. Not letting you leave the cart before keeping you pressed against the seat with a kiss and a whisper of what he’d do when you’re home.
“Trevor! Be good!” You laughed back at him, clinging to him as he got out of the cart, using him to get out as well .
“Oh come on, he’s been doing this all day!” Cole’s complaint was agreed by the others, making Trevor laugh and you to playfully smack his chest. His arms encircled your waist while he led you out to the car, yelling a goodbye to everyone as you left.
“So, my plan when we get home?” He encouraged once in the car, leaning over to kiss your lips before leaning back with a yawn.
“How about, we watch a movie, cuddle on the couch, and I’ll run my hands through your hair like you like instead?” You countered, running your hand through his hair to further your point as his eyes closed at the contact.
“Mhm, like the plan.” He mumbled, nodding along with you before starting the car to head home.
#trevor zegras x reader#trevor zegras imagine#mads writings!#trevor zegras#nhl imagine#nhl x reader#anaheim ducks imagines
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Castles Crumbling
Tolerate It (Part two)
read part one here.
authors note: not sure if this is the ending you guys were expecting but I hope you like it!
warnings: mentions of cheating, mentions of death, miscommunication tropes.
It was two in the morning when Jake softly unlocked the door to the home he shared with you. He silently took off his shoes and went upstairs to see where you were. He knew taking off on you was wrong. He knew that you just wanted to let him in. All you ever tried to do was love him and all he ever did was shut you out.
He had been planning to propose to you. He was constantly in communication with your best friend Julianna. He was talking to her about things he didn’t quite understand like ring sizes and diamonds. He wanted to make this proposal perfect for you. He wanted to give you everything you deserved and more.
But work was stressing him out. Maverick warned Jake and the rest of the squad that they would be shipping off for an important mission in the next three months. The mission details were classified. All Maverick said was that they’d better prepare their families for the possibility that they might not come back.
Mortality had never scared Jake away from doing his job. He knew he was one of the best fighter pilots in the nation. That was why he was a part of Top Gun.
Mortality never scared Jake until he met you. He knew he loved you. You were the only person he ever saw a future with. Kids, a dog, a white picket fence, he wanted that with you. But in the back of his mind, he knew there was a chance that something could go wrong on a mission. He didn’t want to leave you alone with kids or make you a widow. He couldn’t do that to you. And so he did the only thing he knew how to do. He ran.
Jake crept upstairs and found you sitting up in bed reading a book. “I thought you would be asleep by now.” He said while sitting down on the edge of the bed.
“I can’t sleep if you’re not here. You know that Seresin.” You replied, still looking at the words in your hands.
“I’m sorry.” He said softly. “I shouldn’t have done that. It wasn’t right to shut you out and I-“
“Don’t even,” You interrupted him. “You can’t keep doing this to me Jake. It isn’t fair. All I've ever wanted to do was help you. You can’t keep shutting me out.”
“Baby, I know I'm sorry I'm just overwhelmed with work. I didn’t know what else to do.”
“You didn’t know what else to do?” You replied, voice rising from anger. “You could’ve talked to me. You didn’t have to leave me here crying like an idiot over something that I don’t even know about.”
“I know it’s just that I'm not the best at dealing with my emotions.” He said softly. “I love you.”
“Why was Julianna calling you then?” You changed the subject.
“What do you…” Jake started.
“Don’t play stupid Seresin. I saw her call you five times in the span of 10 minutes. She’s my friend. You’ve only met her a few times. Why would she be calling you at ten o'clock at night?”
Jake’s just looked at you in disbelief. There was nothing going on between him and Julianna. He was simply asking her for her opinion on how to propose and what ring to buy. She was your best friend after all. He couldn’t believe that you would think he was cheating on you with her. If you asked him to give you the moon, he would’ve done it. No questions asked.
“What are you insinuating?” He said slowly growing more angry when he realized what you thought he was doing.
“I’m insinuating that you’re seeing her on the side.” You said, near tears. “Just tell me the truth Jake. I can’t keep sitting here wondering why you’re shutting me out. You can’t keep leaving me here like an idiot.”
“Listen,” he said while grabbing your hands. “There is nothing going on between me and Julianna. I just needed to ask her something. That’s it. I would never cheat on you. You’re the only person I could ever love.”
“So why won’t you let me in.” You whispered. “If it’s not her then who? You won’t talk to me anymore. You won’t touch me. You barely even look at me.”
Suddenly Jake’s face dropped. “I might not come back.” He said, so softly that you might have missed it if you weren’t right next to him.
“What do you mean you might not come back?” You said growing more and more confused.
“Maverick said that this next mission is going to be dangerous. He said to hope for the best but expect the worst and I just-“ Suddenly Jake started sobbing.
You were shocked. Suddenly things started making sense. He was shutting you out because he didn’t want you to be hurt if he didn’t come back. You knew Jake tended to be more quiet when there was a tough mission coming up.
You pulled him into a tight hug and began to comfort him. “Why didn’t you tell me? I can’t help you if I don’t know what is going on with you.”
“I didn’t know how to tell you. I never wanted to hurt you. I was just trying to protect you.” He said.
“I’m here for you no matter what.” You said, eyes beginning to fill with tears. “We’re a team. You have to tell me if there’s something happening. I love you.”
“I’m sorry.” He said while kissing your cheek. “I didn’t want to be a burden. I should’ve told you about the mission sooner. You’re my rock. I love you.”
As your tears and Jake's tears subside, he holds you tightly. You hold him back feeling all the walls between the two of you crumble.
Jake knew two things for certain. He would come home to you, and he would marry you.
#jake hangman imagine#hangman x reader#jake seresin x reader#top gun maverick#hangman top gun#jake hangman fic#jake seresin x oc#jake seresin x you#jake seresin#hangman x you#hangman angst#top gun hangman#hangman imagine#jake hangman seresin#my writing#glen powell x reader#glen powell#top gun x you#top gun 1986
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Spoiled Brat
Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Reader
Word Count: 4.2k words
Warnings: Smut, p in v sex, cunnilingus, overstimulation, spanking, slight breeding kink, slight degradation (blink and you’ll miss it), language...
A/N: I don’t know why this took me as long as it did but it’s finally here. I don’t know when I became a slut for Alfie Solomons, but I did, so enjoy this smut fic of him. Thank you.
Alfie Solomons was working late again at the distillery, burning away the hours of the evening as they faded into the late hours of the night. Alfie Solomons was working on some random paperwork he had no interest in as he ran his hand through his beard and grumbled about something trivial under his breath. Alfie Solomons was working away at God-knows-what while you slightly overstayed your welcome—although she insisted you hadn’t, even if her husband didn’t seem to agree—at your dear friend’s home. You left promptly, despite her invitation to stay and aggravate her husband even more (just for the fun of it, really).
You scratched her tabby cat behind the ears as he purred, resting its cheek in your hand and shutting his eyes. With a quick farewell to your friend, you were off onto the darkened street of Camden Town. Your heels clicked along the damp cobblestone as you wrapped your coat around your body. The moon was hardly present, a smile in the sky that showed little light to guide your way. You didn’t need it, you’d walked down that road a million times.
You could make out a few shadows in the dark, watching eyes that considered you for a moment before quickly looking away at the realization of who it was you actually were. They’d like to keep their heads fixed on their shoulders.
When you reached the building you knew all, you were greeted by the stragglers who usually stayed late, people who would also be leaving sooner than your husband. You regarded them with a little smile, and they returned it gratuitously.
You didn’t bother knocking on the door when you arrived at Alfie’s office. You twisted the handle and turned it open, stepping right through and hanging your coat and hat on the rack by the door. He didn’t have to look up to know it was you, as you were the only one who would ever think to let yourself in so boldly without permission from the big bad Alfie Solomons who kept a gun in his drawer next to the whiskey.
“Hello, love,” you greeted him warmly.
He grunted his reply at first before finally speaking after a prolonged silence. “How are you, dove?” he muttered, his face still stuck in the paperwork on his desk .
When you didn’t respond, he finally looked up at you. You stood in front of the door, your head tilted as you looked over at him through your lashes. He took in the sight of you and leaned back in his chair, watching your lashes flutter and your smile widen with a certain mischief he was all too familiar with in you.
“Uh, oh,” he said, setting his pen down and sliding his papers to the side. “She wants something.” His lips curled underneath his mustache with a grin he’d tried to keep away in the face of your pleading eyes.
“Alfie.” Your voice was small and gentle, raised a half step as you swayed a little with your hands behind your back. Your smile was that kind of smile meant to charm unsuspecting prey before they met their demise. Alfie knew it all too well, and has fallen victim to your hypnotic antics far too many times for his rough exterior and notorious reputation to handle.
He sighed deeply, holding his arms out wide to suggest one of his constricting bear hugs. “Come ‘ere, luv,” he requested. You gladly obey, walking over to him and taking your sweet time about it. You were just going to stand in front of him, tuck yourself between his legs and look down at him as he held your waist, but as soon as you were within arm’s reach, he pulled you down onto his lap and practically cradled you.
“Right, what is it?” he asked once you were situated, watching you with plenty of interest as his hand stroked along your back. You threw your arms around his neck, giving him your best puppy dog eyes—a look you and Cyril shared and only used for no good.
Then you bit your lip, and Alfie knew you meant only trouble.
“I’ve been thinking about things,” you began, trailing one hand to his chest and tapping your fingers there. He watched you like some sailor caught under a siren’s spell.
“What kinds of things?” he asked, humming deep in his chest. The sound buzzed underneath your hand, and he gave a little grin as he suggested, “Naughty?”
You chuckled lightly, “No.”
He huffed, his smile falling. “Right, then,” he said. “I dunno if I want to hear it now.”
You stifled your chuckle, granting him a large smile and using the full force of your pleading eyes. “Please?” you whispered, leaning in closer so your faces were hardly inches apart.
You were vividly aware of his finger tapping against your thigh as he held you in his lap. He gave in to your pleading with a sigh full of feigned exasperation. “Alright, alright,” he huffed. “Put them eyes away.”
You pressed your lips to his temple, buttering him up as you leaned your head on his shoulder and sighed. Alfie sighed, too. He knew every single one of your methods, and he still fell for them every single time.
"I know we already have Cyril," you began slowly, "and I love him to death, but I was just wondering… What if we…?"
"You want another dog, is it? Done." He looked at you, flashing a smile that had you rolling your eyes. He just shrugged. "See? Wasn't that 'ard."
You raised a brow at him, "I want a cat."
He stared at you for a moment, his brows furrowed slightly as he seemed to think over that. "Alright, forgive my language, luv, yeah, but that's a right fuckin' awful idea."
You looked back at him, your pout returning with a vengeance as you pushed your lip out, your brow crinkling. "Why?" you whined.
"We don't need no pussy cat," he shook his head, his hand patting against your ass as he smirked at you. "I'm fine with the one I've got."
"Alfie," you softly reprimand, the seriosity falling short with your giggle at his slightly crude joke.
He continued to refuse, much to your dismay. "It'll scratch everything up, break shit. Plus, they fuckin' smell like shit and they're jus' fuckin' mean."
You rolled your eyes, "No, they're not! I have a friend who has a cat, and he's brilliant!"
He lolled his head back dramatically, rolling his eyes. "Oh, so you've already been brainwashed, eh?"
You jutted your bottom lip out once more. "Alfie, please?" you begged.
Again, he shook his head, his word final as he pressed his finger against your bottom lip to push it back into place. "You can suck that lip back in, luv, 'cause it's still a no."
"I can take care of it," you pushed.
"I'll have Cyril take care of it."
"Alfie!" you scolded.
He shrugged remorselessly. "Yeah, no."
You pulled a desperate card that you knew had a very low chance at success.
"Don't you love me at all?"
Not only did it not work as Alfie fell completely silent, looking back at you with a face lacking any playfulness, but now you were sure you had gotten yourself in trouble. You hid your inhibitions.
"Right," he started out slowly, lifting a finger to point at you. "This is what we are not gonna do, yeah? We are not going to do that little manipulation thing you do, eh, like you're a pretty little pup who never gets what she wants." He popped the 'P' of pup, staring you down with an intensity that nearly had you shaking.
"You know what we're gonna do?" he asked. "We're gonna behave like a good little girl," he got in your face for the last few words, "and agree that we ain't gettin' no cat."
You slump, "But…"
He shakes his head, "No buts."
You huffed, removing your hands from around his neck as you moved to stand. As soon as you were lifting off of his lap, he pulled you down again by your waist and made you face him. It was the very last card you had as you forced a tear to slip down your cheek, staring at him with the biggest eyes you could manage and allowing your frown to deepen.
The way he stared at you was almost frightening. It was incredulous, almost frustrated as he watched you exaggerate your sorrow for being told a very simple 'no'.
"Right," he began, "I want that pout and that fake little tear off your little scrunched up face right now, or I'll wipe it off myself."
A tear fell down your other cheek, and you had to turn away to hide it from him. He grabbed your face by your cheeks, squishing them together to bring your attention back to him.
"You have to the count of three, luv," he warned, displaying his hand as he readied it to begin his slow countdown. "One."
Your expression did not shift, your pout remained and your two crocodile tears dropped from your chin.
"Right, then."
He did not finish his countdown. He grabbed you roughly, manhandling you onto his lap so that you were laying across his huge thighs. You yelped in surprise as you were folded over, your bottom on display for him.
He began lifting up your dress, adjusting everything to give him a clear view of your white, silk undergarments. Then he tore those off of you so he could see your precious ass.
"Since you want to behave like some spoiled brat," he said, "we're going to treat you like one."
He gave you no warning at all before his hand was coming down rather harshly on your ass. It burned, a bright pain blossoming over your skin and staining it with a deep shade that Alfie marveled at. A surprised cry slipped out of you. He grunted.
"There we go. Let's give you something to cry about, sweetheart."
And he did. Smack after smack, he painted your skin the darkest shades of red as the pain bloomed along your ass and thighs. You bit your lip and, until he reprimanded you for it, tried to muffle your cries.
There was a sick kind of pleasure you were getting out of this, the both of you. Being bent over his lap like this, scolded for not being "a good little girl", It was a type of pain that was twisting in your gut and leaking out of your cunt.
By the time the punishment came to an end, your face was streaming with real tears as he wrapped his hand around your throat and lifted you to see your face again. "Look at me," he directed. "Have you learned your lesson yet, luv?"
You nodded quickly, propping yourself up as best you could so you could obey his simple command. "Yes," you breathed. "Yes, sir."
He examined your face, flushed and stained with tears. "Nah," he shook his head. "Nah, I don't think you have." He dipped his hand between your thighs. He wasn't even touching your pussy, but he could feel the wetness spreading along the inside of your legs, warm and soaking.
You closed your eyes, suppressing a moan as you nodded your head again to convince him. "Please."
He bit his bottom lip for a moment, a wicked grin spreading over his face as he nodded slowly. "Yeah, see?" he whispered. "Still askin' for things."
You would have scoffed or called him out for tricking you if you were so fucking frustrated right now, in need of his thick fingers to finally stop teasing your sensitive thighs and bury themselves in your waiting cunt. "I'm sorry, Alfie."
His thumb swiped over your cheek as he nodded. "I know you are, luv, but I'm not through with you yet."
Before you had time to respond to his words, he leaned forward and swiped everything off his desks. Papers flew in the air, pens shot across the room, plastic and metal miscellaneous scattered over the freshly swept floors scratched up from previous beatings and scuffings of shoes.
He tucked his arm under your body and picked you up easily, his biceps flexing and bugling out of the rolled up sleeve of his white shirt. He dropped you onto the cold wood with less sympathy than if he were not as angry with you. The coolness of the desks seeped through your dress and threatened to bring your nipples to a harder peak as you grasp at the edge of it, chest heaving with the anticipation of what he’d do. There was a stretch of silence where you heard nothing but felt the security of your dress lessen.
Alfie took a hold of your waist, clutched your sides with a tightening and loosening grip, as if he was testing out your stability, your strength. He came to a determination, choosing to flip you over onto your back with a rough shove. You moaned lightly when the table dug into across your shoulder blades and he tutted.
You looked up at him through hooded eyes, waiting for Alfie to make his next move as he stood over you, thinking, calculating. He nodded a little, quiet and staring. When he finally moved, his hands came up to clutch around your dress as he slipped it off your body and discarded it on the floor like trash. At least he hadn’t torn it, he liked doing that.
Layer by layer, he yanked your clothes away until you were so completely bare before him. He admired you for a moment, just staring, thinking. “Right,” he mumbled under his breath, just another grumble of a word spoken into the air. He bent down, taking your face in his strong hand and clutching, your lips scrunching into a pout. “Since you want a pussy cat so bad,” he said, his eye contact searing, “why don’t I just pay some attention to yours? That should cancel out, eh?”
He didn’t leave time for you to respond before he was finally pressing his lips to your bare chest. Your back arched into him and a stifled moan wormed its way from your throat. His kisses traveled sparingly down to your soaked cunt. He hummed, a deep sound that rumbled in his chest. A surprised yelp cut through the air when his hand came down on your folds, a loud smack accompanying the quick movement as your body jolted.
“Alfie,” you breathed.
He looked at you quickly, “Right, did I say you could fuckin’ speak, girl?” You shook your head, laying your head back on the desk a moment before meeting his gaze again. “That’s what I thought. Do yourself a favor and shut your mouth unless you’ve a pretty little moan for me. Alright?” You nodded quickly and he nodded back.
He gripped your thighs, kneading the flesh and spreading it wide. He blew some against your folds, testing your sensitivity and smiling to himself when your legs twitched. He leaned forward and pushed your chest back down when your back arched at his warm lips wrapping around your cunt. His hot tongue laved over your folds, licking up the arousal that coated your flesh and working his tongue into your hole.
You bit your lip as you moaned, eyes screwed shut as your mouth fell open. He worked you up and kept you there, making you climb higher and higher as he brought you to the cusp of pleasure. Your little mewls and moans were music to him, and you sang the most beautiful songs to him as he grunted into you. You made a mess of him with nothing but your slick arousal, riding his face as best he could when his strong arms held you down so easily.
And when you came, you did so with the broken moan of his name, gasping and clenching and arching your back off the table. But he didn't stop, even as you tangled your hands in his hair, he didn't stop. His insistent tongue continued to lick and his talented lips continued to suck.
You were reduced to a mess of tears and slick and rambling cries. You were so sensitive, the overstimulation was too much to handle as he tortured you.
He pulled back finally, granting you mercy as he watched you, face drenched, beard sticky with your cum. His kiss-swollen lips smiled as he loomed over you. "Oh, look at that," he marveled. "Now those are some fuckin' tears, right. Some big fuckin' tears."
You panted as you tried to catch your breath, ignoring the tears that tickled down the side of your face. "I'll be good," you whispered. "I promise, I'll be good."
He leaned forward and kissed your lips, you could taste yourself off him. "I'm sure you will, luv. I'm sure you will," he said. "But I am gonna give you some more, alright? Jus' in case." You whimpered pathetically, watching him descend your body one more to press his tongue against your oversensitive clit.
And you cried and moaned and promised you loved him until he finally let up and granted you pity. He kissed up your body again until he reached your lips. "There, there, sweetie," he cooed, moving hair from your face with a smile. "Alright, look at me. Beautiful, luv."
He kissed your cheek and dipped down to your ear, his voice deep and quiet and rumbling in his chest. "Now," he spoke, sending shivers down your spine, "I'm gonna fuck ya, and I want to hear your pretty little moans. How about that? Can you do that?"
You nodded quickly, anything to please him. "Yes, sir," you gasped. "Yes."
"Good," he smiled, straightening his spine again as he pulled himself out of his pants, hard and thick and red. "Right, spread your legs for me."
He set his hand on your thigh, squeezing and pushing it aside to open you up. Still breathless, you yelped as he pulled you a little closer to the edge. He licked his lips, lightly smacking his hand against the wet juncture between your thighs.
When he entered you, you gasped. Your mouth fell open and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his cock, thick and throbbing, filled you inch by beautiful inch. "Alfie!" you moaned, reaching up to grasp his shoulders roughly.
When he was fully seated within you, he lingered there for a moment as he let out a heavy sigh. "Beautiful. So tight, luv," he breathed, eyes fluttering shut as a slight ramble fell from his lips. "That's a good girl."
After making you wait too long, he began to move again. His cock slid in and out of you in long, slow strokes as he filled you to the brim. You bit down on your bottom lip, your eyes closing as you breathed a heavy sigh.
His grip on your waist tightened as he eased himself in and out of you. A groan rumbled in his chest as he sighed. He was hardly slow or gentle as he rocked in and out of your squeezing cunt. He was paced, although his rough thrusts were not forgiving, and they left you pleading for more. You threw your head back as a stifled moan caught in your throat, and your hands shot up to wrap around his neck to hold him closer.
He pulled your arms away from him, and you whimpered pathetically when his cock slipped out of you. He grabbed you harshly, flipping you over the desk to lay on your stomach as he thrust back into you again. The new angle had completely different sensations rushing through you, and you welcomed them with desperate moans.
Alfie nudged your legs apart, spreading you wide for him as he continued to fuck you, building in speed as his rough thrusts filled you with him. The pleasure echoed off your bones just as your sounds echoed off the walls of the office. Your open mouth was unrestrained with noise of lust and passion.
The arousal was leaking down your legs, painting the insides of your thighs like a canvas, offering a generous lather of paint to the space. His cock spearing into you made the dirtiest sounds—skin on skin, wet against wet. Your mouth fell open and you let out breathless cries accompanied with their own pleasure tears.
He bent down over your back, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck as he whispered into your ear at the sound of your whimpers. “Oh, is it too much for you, eh? You can’t take it?” he mocked. You responded with another pathetic moan. “That’s jus’ too bad, innit? You’re gonna have to, treacle.”
He seemed to go rougher after that, holding you close as he fucked into you from behind. You couldn’t control the obscene sounds falling from your lips. It was a mixture of “Alfie, Alfie, Alfie!” and open-mouthed moans that tore from your throat with the rhythm of the snap of his hips.
You were getting so close, driven to insanity by the passionate rock of his cock inside you. Your pussy fluttered as you grew nearer and nearer to your release. You could tell he was going to reach his peak too, with the way his moans become just a little bit louder, his thrusts become just a little bit more erratic.
“Alfie,” you gasped. “Alfie, please. Gonna cum!”
He sniffed, a little preoccupied but completely engrossed in your pleasure. “Yeah? You gonna cum all over my cock, luv? You gonna let me cum inside of ya and fill you up with our baby?” he whispered into your ear. A higher pitched moan squeezed out of you then, and he feels you clamp down around him. “Oh, you like that, don’t you? Like the idea of being bred by me, eh?”
You spoke between gasping breaths and a quivering smile. “I’m surprised,” a breath, “you haven’t done it already–Ah!” He interrupted you with yet another rough thrust. “Husband, I’m gonna cum.”
He reached around you, his fingers finding your pussy and shifting until he reached your clit. With an expert hand, he rubbed your clit and had you seeing stars. “Smart mouth,” he commented, shaking his head with a soft tut. A knot built in your gut until you couldn’t hold it anymore as your silent moans caught in your throat. “Go on, luv. Cum for me.”
As your orgasm came crashing down on you, it was loud and hard and you felt like you might have blacked out for a couple seconds as your body was overcome with this beautiful intoxication. You screamed his name, gripping the edge of the desk and burying your face in your arms.
Alfie groaned as you clenched around his cock, squeezing harder and harder until he couldn’t hold back anymore as well. His arm wrapped around you, pulling you close to him as he seated himself as deep as he could, coming deep within your hot pussy. “Fuck,” he groaned deeply in your ear, his voice a consuming rasp that prolongs your own mind-numbing release.
By the time you were both coming down, your body was limp against the now warm wood of the desk as you laid there, trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure sparking in your muscles. Alfie let out a deep breath and pulled out of you, looking down as the mixture of cum slipped down your thigh from your sopping cunt. He groaned deeply in his throat before finally wrapping his arm around you once more to ease you up.
He sat heavily in his chair, sighing loudly as he pulled you into his lap to rest against his chest. You nuzzled your face in his neck, wrapping your loose arms around him as you caught back up to reality. You both sat in silence as he rubbed gentle circles into your back, whispering soft praises and shushing you gently.
After a beat of silence, he sighed and pursed his lips as he thought to himself. Then he gave in.
“You can get a cat,” he relented. You pulled away from the comfort of his neck, your arms still wrapped around him as your face lit up with elation. He was quick to add his condition, “But if it doesn’t behave, I’ll have Cyril eat it, yeah?”
You gave him a bright smile, one of those looks that reminded him why you were his wife. “Thank you! I love you, Alfie!” you exclaimed, holding him again as you pepper his face in excited kisses.
“Yeah, yeah,” he sighed. “I love you, too, sweetheart.”
Alfie Solomons, one of the most dangerous men in London, proudly allowed his wife to cover him in kisses. Alfie Solomons, a Jewish gang leader, preened under the attention of his lover as he held her close to him, cradling her with all the affection in his heart. Alfie Solomons, a man from Camden Town, smiled like a lovesick fool as he and his wife shared one of those “I’d give you the world” kisses before they would depart to finally go home in the late hours of the night to make love again before retiring to bed and beginning another day of business and pleasure.
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sunshine and ducks | m.r x reader
prompt: was wondering if it’s possible for me to request a Slytherin reader who doesn’t typically go out with guys at hogwarts since she’s got high standards and Mattheo gets dared to try to get a date out of her, leading to them liking each other but maybe there’s like some twist where they both have been writing back and forth in an anonymous journal they found and they eventually plan to meet and they’re shocked it’s them or something?
an: I took a little artistic liberty, so its basically the prompt but with my own twist
warnings: fluff, mention of parental death
Word count: 4.6k
Mattheo shook his head, “There’s no way.” Theo grinned at his friend, “No way because you know you could never do it, could never get the job done.” Mattheo set his fork down, glaring across the table, “That’s not what I mean.”
“What’s not what you mean?” Blaise and Enzo joined the two at the Slytherin table, packing food onto their plates before morning classes. “Theodore, here, dared me to ask y/n out on a date.”
Enzo snorted, “Y/n? Like Y/n Y/l/n? Good bloody luck with that, mate.”
“Thank you,” Mattheo turned back to Theo, a smirk on his face, “Y/n doesn’t date. I don’t even think I’ve seen her go out with anyone in the entire seven years we’ve been here.”
Blaise nodded in agreement, “Yeah, her standards are way too high, especially for you lot.” Theo and Enzo looked like they’d been wounded, but Mattheo looked intrigued, “What do you mean ‘especially for you lot’, I’m sure I’m exactly what y/n’s type would be.”
Theo perked up, “So are you accepting the dare?” He held his hand out, ready to shake it, quickly letting out a hiss as Mattheo smacked it away. “I’ll think about it,” Mattheo gave his answer for the moment, reaching into his pocket and pulling out what looked like folded parchment.
Pansy snatched the parchment from his grasp as she sat next to him, Draco on her other side. “Still playing with this, Matty?” Pansy went to open it before Mattheo grabbed it back, “Leave me alone, Pansy. It’s none of your business.” She sighed, rolling her eyes and looking to Draco, “Will you please tell your cousin that it’s a little pathetic to write back and forth to a mystery girl on enchanted parchment like we’re third years?”
Draco shrugged his shoulders, mouth full of sausage as he spoke, “Don’t ‘ive a fuck who ‘e ‘alks to, Pans.” Pansy pouted, crossing her arms. Theo, however, took this information and ran with it, “You’re still talking to mystery woman? I thought you gave that up weeks ago. Is that why you’re not taking my bet? You’re waiting on parchment Patty to confess her love to yo-” Theo was cut off by the sausage that was thrown at his face by Mattheo.
Mattheo got up front the bench, grabbing his bag and the parchment, “I’ll see you guys in class.”
His first class of the day was ancient runes, a peaceful moment in the morning where none of his friends were. Much to everyone’s surprise he usually got there early, just to have some time to himself. He also looked at it as a good excuse to be late to nearly all of his other classes, since he spent extra time in his first.
When he got to his table, he pulled out the parchment, a grin spreading across his face when he noticed writing was already on it. He found the parchment in the library about two months ago. It was left on a table that he and a girl he convinced to tutor him sat. At first it just appeared like free parchment, until he opened it one morning seeing your scrawl across the page asking if anyone had found it yet.
There had been an agreement made between the two of you to not reveal your name or any major identifiers. Mattheo was actually thankful to have someone to talk to that didn’t know who he was. As confident as he displays, it was nice to be able to talk to someone without fear of being judged simply because of who his father was.
It had become customary to write each other in the morning, doing a little check in. Over the last two months you two had built a connection, entrusting each other with information you hadn’t even told your friends.
Any advice on how to get through Divination at 830am?
Mattheo laughed to himself, you were a saint for suffering through Trelawny’s ramblings so early.
Make something up, say you saw a werewolf in your crystal ball, see what she says he wrote back.
He watched as your response appeared in front of him, Good thinking, Duck. I’ll just tell the crazy woman I see a predator in my future, that’ll get her off my back
He could tell she was being sarcastic You’re right, Sunshine, best keep quiet and just survive the morning
Professor Babbling walked in, causing Mattheo to stash the parchment in his bag again. He sat through class, surprisingly distracted. His thoughts drifted back to breakfast this morning and Theo’s dare. It couldn’t possibly be that hard to get you to go on a date with him, sure you seemed stingy with the guys, but Mattheo couldn’t blame you.
The pickings were slim, but he knew he was attractive. If he were going to get you to go on a date with him, he had to take a different approach than normal. He couldn’t do lingering looks and winks across the room like he usually did with other girls. He had to be straightforward.
That’s why when lunch came around Mattheo told his friends he would talk to them later and found you sitting at the end of the table, like always. You had your mix of friends, but it was known you often ate meals alone.
Some people thought it was because you were stuck up, the rumors about you having high standards had been swirling around since you denied golden boy Potter in year four. He had asked you to the Yule Ball, being a Triwizard Champion people were shocked you denied him. You had no interest in being paraded around like arm candy, especially by a Gryffindor.
When Mattheo sat down across from you, you didn’t even look up from your meal. You at first assumed some first year was scared or nervous from a different part of the table and came to sat by a singular person, being in Slytherin could be intimidating. When Mattheo cleared his throat you finally looked up from your plate.
You stared at him, eyes piercing directly into his, and suddenly he felt himself get nervous. You stared at each other for a moment before you spoke, “Can I help you with something Mattheo?”
That caught him off guard, “You, erm, know my name?” You laughed lightly at this, “You, sir, are Mattheo Riddle. Heir to the Dark Lord’s throne.” Your tone was teasing, “Everyone knows you.”
“Well I know you, too, Y/n Y/l/n.” You raised your eyebrows at this, “Do you now? What exactly do you think you know besides my name?”
Mattheo was nervous again, “I uh, I know you like to eat alone.”
“And yet here you sit.”
Mattheo let out a low chuckle, “Right, erm, I was, uh, I’ve been watching you.” You snorted, “That’s not creepy at all.”
“No! I mean, I’ve, erm, seen you around. I mean, we’ve gone to school together for seven years. We’re in the same house, it’s hard not to notice you.” Mattheo was grinning now. He was actually kind of cute, nervous like this, “Do you know anything about me that a first year couldn’t figure out?”
Mattheo smirked now, “I would love to get to know more about you, if you’d let me.” You leaned back now, lacing your fingers in front of you, “And why should I do that, sir?”
“Got a habit of calling me sir, there something you’d care to share with me?” Mattheo’s lips tugged at the corners. He was teasing you, but he had no idea who he was playing with. You leaned in on your elbows. Mattheo, intrigued, mirrored your position. There was now mere inches between your faces.
Mattheo had his classic smirk, the one he wore nearly all day, but it faltered when he saw a similar smirk appear on yours. You sat up now, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “You’ll never be lucky enough to see what a good girl I can be.”
With that you left the table, leaving Mattheo with his mouth slightly agape. He watched as you left the great hall, hips swaying a little extra as you walked away.
A hand was clasp on Mattheo’s shoulder, “Well, cousin, that didn’t look like someone who said yes to a date.”
Theo sat down next to him, “Malfoy’s right. You fuck up the dare already, Riddle?” Mattheo shook his head, “I’m just getting started.”
You stared at the parchment in front of you, unsure of how to respond.
Are you going to the Slytherin party tonight, Sunshine?
You weren’t really one for parties, you’ve been to a couple in your time at Hogwarts but it usually just led to unwanted advances from boys you had no intention of giving the time of day to.
You scribbled back your answer, I’m not sure, parties usually aren’t my scene.
“Oh come on, y/n, go to one party,” your friend Darcy was leaning over your shoulder. You folded the parchment quickly, “Salazar's sake, Darcy, can you let me just have one thing.”
Darcy shrugged her shoulders, “You’ve been chatting with this guy for months, y/n/n. Isn’t it time you met him in person? Getting kind of pathetic pining after him like this when you don’t even know what he looks like.”
You tugged on your bottom lip with your teeth, “I mean, that’s the problem right? He seems so perfect right now but he could be a total tosser in person. I don’t know if I’m ready to take off the rose colored glasses.”
“Then tell him to find you then.”
You looked up at her, “You’re brilliant, you know that?” You open the parchment again, writing ferociously before your pen pal can reply again.
I think it’s time we met, what do you say? If you can find me that is
You waited a moment before seeing his response
What do you mean if I can??
You smiled to yourself
You’ve talked to me for two months, Duckie. I’ll be at the party. If you know me as well as you think you do, you could find me
“Gonna tell me why you have that stupid grin on your face, cousin? Finally get y/n to agree to that date?” Draco was leaning on his elbow, trying to get Mattheo’s attention.
“What? No, I’m going to do that at dinner.” Mattheo scribbled on the parchment in front of him.
Can’t wait to finally see you, sunshine
“Sunshine? Has Riddle gone soft on us now?” Draco was smirking, eyes on the parchment. Mattheo grabbed Draco by the collar, “One word. One word of this to anyone, cousin, and I’ll color your hair to match Weasley’s.”
Someone, Draco’s face became paler, “Okay, okay. Merlin.” He straightened. “You don’t even know what this bird looks like. She’s kind of interfering with your plan for y/n is she not?”
Mattheo shook his head, “I’ve got it handled, cousin. Don’t you worry.”
You set down your book, letting out a deep sigh as you now stared right at Mattheo sitting across from you, “Two meals in one day? Did I win the lottery or something?”
Mattheo laughed, “What? Can’t I just sit with a pretty girl at dinner?” You gave him an incredulous look and his shoulders slumped. He leaned towards you, elbows on the table and hands flailing on he spoke, “Listen, if I tell you the truth you promise you’re not gonna freak out?”
You nodded curtly, encouraging him to continue. “Okay, so this morning Theo may or may not have dared me to ask you out on a date, more so get you to go on an actual date.” You scoffed, “And why would he do that?”
Mattheo shrugged, “I may or may not have been staring at you, it’s fine, not a big deal.” You raised your eyebrows at this, but Mattheo only rolled his eyes, “Don’t act like you don’t know you’re hot, y/n, okay?”
You laughed, putting your hands up in defense, “So what, I just go on a date with you and you win? Why is that even a thing?”
Mattheo wore a look of disbelief, “You’re kidding right? You- Y/n, you never go out on dates.”
You pouted, crossing your arms, “I’ve dated!” Mattheo shook his head, “Name one boy from Hogwarts you’ve been on a date with.” You sat there a moment, gnawing on the inside of your cheek while you thought.
“Now think of how many boys you’ve denied a date from,” Mattheo was smirking now, you just glared at him.
“Okay, Riddle, fine. I’ll do it. But just one date.” You pointed your finger at him. Mattheo’s mouth opened and shut like a fish before he found the words, “A-are you serious?”
You nodded, “Now, tell me what it’ll be before I come to my senses and change my mind.”
“Tonight. There’s a party in the common room. Be my date to the party.”
You twisted your hands, bottom lip tucked between your teeth. Merlin, if you kept that up, Mattheo was going to lose his mind. “Tonight?” you repeated, looking nervous now.
“Something wrong with that? Just figured it’d be the easiest place for us to be seen together.” Mattheo was waiting for your response.
You let out a soft sigh, “I…I was supposed to meet someone at the party. No one knows about it, well, except you now. I just, no offense to you, I just don’t know if I want that to mess it up.”
Mattheo smiled, “It’s okay, I’m supposed to meet someone at the party, too. So we’ll just show up together, say hi to my friends so Theo can eat his words and then go our separate ways.”
You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, “Perfect. Okay. So, how should I dress? I never really paid attention to the girls you hang around, since they’re basically a revolving door.”
Mattheo held his hands to his chest, “Ouch, you wound me, y/n.” You laughed together. “But, really, wear whatever you want, Sunshine.”
You froze at his words, “W-what did you say?” If you could see yourself you’re sure that all the color drained from your face. Did he really just call you that? It had to be a coincidence, right? It was a common pet name, wasn’t it? It doesn’t mean he’s who you think he might be.
“I said you can wear whatever you want,” his smile was genuine, no sign or any give that he may know or be someone other than what he presented in front of you. You nodded at him, “Right, erm, okay. Well, I’m gonna go now, go get ready I guess. I’ll…see you later?”
You started to stand and he grabbed your hand, kissing the back of it like a knight, “See you later, Sunshine.”
You pulled your hand back, maybe a little too quickly, holding your books to your chest and rushing out of the great hall. Your mind was racing, not able to untie the knot of thoughts that was forming in your brain. Mattheo could not be your secret parchment person. He simply could not. Sure, he was handsome. But he was a jerk. He was a manipulator, that’s what he did with women, manipulated them, swindled them, sweet talked them until he got to bring them up to his dorm. That was the Mattheo Riddle you heard about.
But he was nice to you all day today. But that could just be him being nice to get in your pants right? No, he agreed to leave you alone, said that he was meeting someone too. But what if who he was trying to meet was actually you?
Your head hurt. You groaned as you belly flopped onto your bed in your dorm.
“Y’alright, there, y/n/n?” Darcy was picking through her closet, presumably looking for something to wear to the party.
You mumbled, words muffled by your pillow. “Come again, dear?” Darcy was sat on your bed now. You turned your head to the side, not even bothering moving your hair from your eyes, “I think I know who my secret parchment man is.”
Darcy jumped up from her position, bouncing on her toes, “Brilliant, brilliant, that’s so wonderful, y/n/n!”
Her bouncing slowly came to a halt when she noticed you didn’t move from your position, “Why are you not happy? Oh no, is he ugly? How bad is it? Like Filch bad? Y/n/n, talk to me, don’t sulk all the way until the party.”
You groaned again, “The party. Merlin…I have to get ready for my bloody date.”
“You’re what?!”
You sat up, “It’s no big deal, Darce. I just…told Mattheo that I would accompany him to the party tonight.”
“Mattheo,” Darcy held her hands out in front of her, “Like…Riddle?”
“Do you know any other Mattheo?”
“Well what are you gonna wear? Oh my god, Mattheo?! Really? God, are you gonna snog him? I heard he was bloody amazing with his tongue,” Darcy was now throwing the slinkiest, tiniest dresses on your bed, continuing to rant about how much you should try and shag Mattheo by night’s end.
“You know I am trying to meet someone else at this party, you know that right?” You held up a dress before tossing it on the floor, “Absolutely not.”
“Okay well what about this one?” She held up a silky green number, corset style back and a deep v-cut in the front, cups like a bra for the bustier, “And you looked downright miserable at the possibility of who this person might be, might as well look hot with a hot person until you decide if it’s really him or not.”
You held up the dress she offered, flipping it back and forth before deciding to try it on, “I guess you’re right. I can’t really decide to have a bad time unless I know for sure that I’m right about who it is.”
You shimmied the dress over your hips, tugging a little at the hem, “S’not too short?” Darcy shook her head, “Absolutely not, now…let’s do your hair and makeup”
You rubbed your lips together after Darcy applied the gold and glittery lip gloss. You put on your old Doc Marten boots, in your mind you had to keep a little authenticity with your outfit and you thought it gave you a little ‘bad girl’ flair.
You did a twirl in the mirror. “Please tell me those aren’t the shoes you’re wearing,” Darcy had a displeased look on her face, both of you so focused on your outfit you didn’t notice the door opening.
“I think she looks breathtaking, honestly.” You both turn at the sound of Mattheo’s voice, your cheeks instantly aflame.
“We’ll I’m going down, I’ll see you two later?” Darcy shot you a wink and you waved her off before she left the room.
You turned back to Mattheo, “So really, how do I look?”
Mattheo walked toward you, tentatively placing his hands on your hips. You felt like your skin was burning where he touched. He twisted your hips, forcing you to spin around and give him a full view before you faced him again.
“I was being truthful earlier, you look incredible.”
You looked at the ground bashfully. Mattheo grabbed your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his, “Hey none of that now, Sunshine. Shall we go give ‘em hell at the party then find our real dates, yeah?”
Your cheeks burn further at the nickname. I think we’ve already found each other, you think to yourself, but nonetheless, you nod and allow him to guide you down the hall and to the party.
He’s respectful as he does so, keeping his hand on the small of your back. When you walk through the silencing charm barrier it feels like everyone’s eyes are on the two of you.
As you maneuvered through the crowd Mattheo’s hand gripped your waist, pulling you closer to him. You turned your face towards him, only for him to give you a wink before seeing his friends in front of you.
Theo’s eyes were nearly popping out of his skull, while Enzo basically choked on his drink.
“They always like this?” You ask no one in particular. One of Mattheo’s friends comes up to you, “Blaise, very nice to meet you, Y/n. And yes, those two are always like that.”
You shake his hand, smiling. You’re introduced formally to the rest of the group, though you know all their names by simply being in the same house.
Mattheo offers to get you a drink and then leaves you with his friends. Theo and Enzo each scoot over, making room for you to sit between them.
As you sit on the couch, Theo leans back, slinging his arms over the back and manspreading his legs. “So how’d he get you to do it?”
You turn your head to the dirty blonde boy, “How’d who get me to do what?”
Enzo leans over then, “How’d Riddle get you to go on a date with him? You never date anybody.”
You laugh a little, “You’d be surprised.”
Before you could explain much further, Mattheo returned, saving you and pulling you to sit with him on another couch. At this point a few other girls joined. You knew them from your house and classes, Daphne, Astoria and Pansy.
Theo suggested playing a game. Mattheo leaned down, breath fanning your ear as he offered you to leave, “You can go find your date now if you want.” You shook your head, “S’okay, I can stay for one game. Makes the date more believable, yeah?”
Mattheo smiled at you, a real soft and genuine smile. You could tell it was a thank you, so you both scooted your couch closer to the table for a game.
The game was adolescent, truth or dare. However if you refused to answer or do a dare you had to drink. The rules were simple enough and you were fine with participating. Blaise and Daphne snogged, Theo was dared to take a shot from Pansy’s belly button and Enzo had to admit he had a crush on Astoria second year.
When Enzo picked you for truth or dare, Mattheo gave him a warning look. You assumed this meant to go easy on you. “Erm, truth or dare, y/n?”
“Let’s go with truth.”
Enzo sat for a moment, tapping his finger on his chin, “If you were to date someone, like a proper boyfriend,” he paused to wiggle his eyebrows at Mattheo, “what kind of pet name would you give them? And why.”
You thought for a second. You could take a drink, no one could force you to answer. But it was also such an easy question, Enzo really did go easy on you. You could lie, say any pet name in the world. But you wanted to test your theory. See if what you speculated was really true.
You looked at Mattheo, who gave you a warm smile. Then you looked back around the circle. “I guess, erm, I would call them duck or…duckie.”
You could feel Mattheo stiffen next to you, but you couldn’t bear to look at him. “That’s kind of adorable,” Daphne cooed, “Why Duckie?”
You shifted a little, “Erm, because that’s what my mum called me dad, and they were so in love, like, proper love that you read about or see in movies.”
“Were? So they’re not in love anymore?” Draco asked.
“Cousin.” Mattheo scolded him, but you waved your hand, “S’okay. My mum died a few years ago. She was a brilliant witch, loved experimenting. Then one went awry.”
You felt yourself tear up a bit. You didn’t talk of your mum much. Mattheo rubbed your back, but your skin felt on fire. “Sorry I’m just gonna…take a moment.”
You got up to leave, heading toward your dorm before tears could fall, you didn’t want to embarrass yourself.
You could feel someone following you but you didn’t care, you just needed to get to your dorm, needed to let your emotions out because after everything that occurred today you felt like you were overflowing.
You burst through your door, someone catching it before you could slam it closed fully.
“Y/n, talk to me,” Mattheo’s voice was soft, but you kept your back to him. The tears were coming and you couldn’t let him see.
“Sunshine…” he pleaded. You turned slowly, eyes at his feet when you finally faced him. “That’s you right,” he took a cautious step forward, “You’re my Sunshine, aren’t you?”
He held his finger under your chin, tilting it up softly until your eyes met his. He cupped your cheek, thumb wiping away the tears that fell.
“You’re my duck,” you whispered.
“Is that a bad thing?” He spoke softly, as if he used his regular volume you’d shatter into pieces.
You shook your head, “S’not a bad thing. Little surprising. B’not bad.”
Mattheo laughed lightly, “Well I’m glad to hear that.”
“When did you know? Or when did you suspect?” Mattheo had his hands on your waist now.
“The first time you called me sunshine,” you smiled a little, “I thought maybe it was a mistake, or you called all girls that.”
“I don’t,” Mattheo replied quickly, “call all girls that. Before I said it to you I only ever wrote it down to…well I guess you.”
You both laughed a little at this, “Why do you think you said it to me? I mean, you didn’t know, did you? Or suspect it?”
Mattheo shook his head, “Dunno, after lunch and how you responded to me, it just came out. Guess maybe subconsciously I knew?” He laughed a little, “But I didn’t know for sure until the game, when you said you’d call your boyfriend Duckie.”
“Is that what you want?” You asked him, causing his head to tilt, “To be my boyfriend.”
Mattheo was smiling so wide his dimples popped out, you never noticed those before. However now you were going to make it your personal mission to make them pop every chance you got.
“Is that what you want, Sunshine?” Your cheeks heated at the nickname again, but you smiled at him through your shyness, “I think we’d be fools not to try, yeah?”
He cupped your cheek again, running a thumb along your bottom lip. He leaned in slowly, prepared to stop at any moment.
You lifted to your tiptoes, closing the gap for him and allowing your lips to melt together. He pulled you in by your waist as you wrapped your hands around his neck, deepening the kiss.
He kissed you hungrily, eager, intent on making you dizzy. He held nothing back, and neither did you. Your lips collided in a mix of gasps and groans, fingers clawing at each other until you finally separated, much to each other's dismay.
“That was…wow,” for the first time in his life Mattheo didn’t know what to say.
“I agree,” you laughed, still holding on to his shoulders, “did you…wanna go back to the party or..” you trailed off, eyeing your bed.
Mattheo followed your gaze, “You gonna show me what a good girl you can be, hmm?”
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