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improbable-outset · 3 months

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📄 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

𝐀𝐎3 | 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 | 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.2k

𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: Use of syringe and needles in the beginning, Wife!Reader, SMUT, Miguel rutting, heavy mentions of your pheromones, olphactophilia, Lab sex, overstimulation, breeding kink. You’re driving him nuts…all puns intended lol

𝐀/𝐍: I was planning for this to be in the same universe as For Biology. But it can be read by itself too. Also lmk if the Spanish phrases need fixing 🥹🥹

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You catch Miguel doing something he shouldn’t while dropping off his lunch. Now you both have to face the consequences.

The lab was bathed in a sterile glow of fluorescent lights as Miguel loaded the syringe gun with a shimmering liquid— Rapture.

The fluid inside the vial danced with an underlying glow as he positioned the syringe over his forearm with practiced precision.

The needle neared his skin and with one steady breath, he pushed it in. The liquid filled his bloodstream and a rush of power coursed through his veins.

Once the vial was bottomed out, he withdrew the syringe from his arm. The lab's stagnant atmosphere couldn’t overshadow the electric charge that was now enveloping him.

Miguel didn’t register the hiss of the lab doors open until your voice tore through the silence in the room. “Is that the second shot you’re taking?!” Your voice demanded clarity and answers from him.

Miguel didn’t turn to look at you, instead he silently put the empty syringe gun on the desk in front of him.

He could rapidly feel the effect of the Rapture in his bloodstream— the tingling sensation through his nerves and the blood rushing in his ears.

“What if I said it wasn’t,” he replied, though he knew where this would go.

“No me mientas, Miguel,” you resorted back. Miguel knew there was no point in lying to you when you saw him take the first Rupture shot this morning.

Despite not having any spider senses, he could smell your scent getting stronger as you stepped closer towards him with a heavy stride.

The Rapture was used to enhance his powers, that included his senses and strength.

But it was also a double-edged sword with its side effects. A gamble with his own equilibrium.

Your pheromones spiked his heart rate and the familiar rush of heat reached his cock. But he quickly dismissed it before it clouded his senses.

Now was not the time.

“Lyla, why didn’t you tell me she was coming?” He called out before Lyla’s marigold hologram appeared on his shoulder.

“She wanted to surprise you,” Lyla shrugged before quickly disappearing.

He craned his neck to see you hold out a paper bag in front of you. “And you forgot your lunch. But I think I came here just in time.”

You gestured at the empty syringe gun. He let out an exasperated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.

He wasn’t mad.

He could never be mad at you for visiting while he was on the clock— especially if you were delivering your homemade food. He just hated the predicament he was in right now.

It was obvious you weren’t going to drop the subject of his second Repture shot. You’ve been married to him long enough to know the side effects if things weren’t regulated properly.

Though, part of him was grateful that you understood his situation and that he could be this vulnerable with you.

You placed the paper bag on his desk before you started searching frantically through the lab.

“Lyla, where are the neutralisers? He always puts it in a different place whenever I come here and I could never find them,” you huffed in annoyance as you tried to locate the vials. The neutralisers helped to maintain his hormones and any side effects he could have from the Rapture.

The rest of the conversation with you and Lyla became a blur. As you bent over to reach the lower cabinets, Miguel’s eyes were glued on you— a captivating figure— and the dress you were wearing.

He had seen you wear that specific dress before but for some reason he couldn’t stop himself from noticing the small details and how the dress fitted you.

The skirt of the dress gave you a more feminine appearance. The balloon sleeve gave a visual flair to the whole outfit.

But he couldn’t tear his eyes off of the way it accentuated your hips and your curves.

It could be the side effects of the Rapture that was making him see things that he hadn’t noticed before, but now the neutraliser was the last thing on his mind.

He craved nothing more than to hike up your dress with his hands and reach the delicate part of you between your legs.

No!

Right now really wasn’t a good time for you to be here.

No matter how much he pushed those thoughts away, he could still feel himself lose his senses dangerously fast.

Suddenly, the night you confessed that you wanted to have a baby was reeling in his mind relentlessly— all he could focus on now was to breed you. And the way the dress was lifting up to reveal more of your legs as you bent over was only adding to his torment.

“Found them!” You exclaimed. After searching most of the lab cabinets, you found the vials with the neutralisers.

As Miguel stepped closer to approach you, he saw you held one of the vials out in your hand.

He seized your wrist and forced you up from the floor so you looked up at him.

“Necesitas irte,” The statement was punctured with authority, devoid of any room for negotiation.

Even if you were fully aware about the effects of his Rapture, he still couldn’t have you here. Not when he was in such a compromising position right now.

You frowned while still holding the vial in your grasp.

“I’m not leaving until I see you take the neutraliser,” Of course you were unfazed by his hard expression. You could easily break his assertive mask, but right now was a terrible time for your stubbornness.

“Amor…” It took every fiber of him to make himself sound as convincing as possible. Yet, he could still feel himself crack.

He could feel your pulse throbbing under his fingertips, even after he loosened his grip around your wrist. A vital sign of his wife’s consciousness and presence.

He imagined what it would be like having another heartbeat growing inside you, being nurtured and carried by you. He groaned at the mere thought.

“You…you threw away your birth control pills, right?” He already knew the answer but he had to be sure. He needed to hear it from you. Your scent was getting stronger by the second and his breathing quickened.

Your face scrunched in confusion by his question, completely oblivious to where the conversation was going. “Yes. What does that have to do with anything?”

Your simple answer made his dick twitch desperately under the digital suit. If he kept his sex drive at bay any longer, he will combust. He needed to be inside you.

He decided he wasn’t going to hold back his desires anymore. He was going to have his way with his wife.

“Let me breed you…please,” His voice was low in an attempt to conceal his faltering demeanor, but he knew you could easily see his weakness right through him.

“Mig…what…” the words lodged in your throat before he saw the change in your expression.

You quickly picked up on what was going on and realised that he was rutting. But you probably didn’t anticipate it to happen so quickly, otherwise you wouldn’t still be here.

He rolled his hips once against your lower body so you could feel his hard on, earning a gasp from you. He was deliberately rubbing against your clit through the skirt of the dress.

You still haven’t granted him permission, but he could see the way his request was churning in your mind. He pressed his forehead on yours and you looked up at him. He couldn’t read your expression but he could smell your pheromones and how much this was turning you on right now.

“Por favor,” he whispered before he kissed your cheek. He didn’t expect himself to sound so needy.

“Yeah…alright,” you answered. He sighed in relief, a fraction of his tension gone just from your permission alone.

He scooped you up before quickly placing you on one of the benches. His hands lifted the hem of your dress up, revealing more of your bare legs.

He noticed from his peripheral vision the glass vial slipped from your grasp and rolled off the bench before it shattered on the floor. But he paid no mind to it.

His hands halted once he reached your rear before pulling down your panties. He moaned when he saw the fabric candy wet from your arousal, emitting more of your scent.

Your pheromones were overpowering him now and it was driving him insane. You were soaked.

He wondered how long your clit had been throbbing for, how long you’ve been aroused by this. Perhaps you purposely wore a dress with only your panties underneath.

Once the panties were off, he got you to lean back further until your back was pressed against the bench. He lifted your dress higher to reveal your pussy. You were all slick and ready for him.

With a few taps on his watch, his digital suit vanished, leaving him with only his lab coat. His dick was throbbing pathetically with precum leaking from the tip.

He closed the gap between the two of you until his tip pressed against your opening and his precum mixed with your wetness.

He pushed himself in, feeling the resistance from your tight walls, until he was balls deep. Your mouth hung open as you were taking in everything from him.

The warmth from your pussy that was now engulfing his cock felt like a lifeline. He quickly kissed your temple because he knew we weren't going to hold back now.

Before you could lean into his touch, he started ramming himself into your poor cunt. Your eyes shot up in shock before you grabbed onto his biceps for support.

His pace was relentless and driven by the thought of filling you with his cum until they would finally stick. Your moans and the wet sounds filled his ears as he kept plunging himself into you.

You walls were squeezing his dick in all the right places and he couldn’t bring himself to slow down.

Each slap of his hips rocked your body on the bench further, threatening to slip away. But he held a tight grip on your waist so you would stay in place.

“I’ll get you knocked up, so everyone will know…You’re. With. Me.” He ended the last few syllables with a snap of his hips against your rear, adding emphasis and weight to his words.

You let out a breathy laugh between each thrust, amused by his statement.

“Miguel, I think the wedding bands give it away— ohmygod-” your sentence was cut off by a sudden hard thrust from his dick.

“That’s not enough and you know it, I need you full with my babies.” His words came out as a growl and his pace didn’t falter a fraction.

A few locks of his hair drooped from his head as he kept moving, sticking to the film of sweat that formed on his forehead.

He felt the contractions of your walls and he knew your orgasm was just a few thrusts away. You fists gripped the sleeves on his lab coat as you moaned loudly. He watched as your eyes squeezed shut and your climax came crashing down with each stroke from his dick.

He stopped momentarily to move your legs that was wrapped around his waist and rested them on his shoulders. He had better leverage and could reach deeper inside you.

The change in position had you crying out helplessly as he pressed himself into you more. You just reached your peak and you were still riding out your high but he didn’t give you a chance to recollect yourself.

“Miguel-!”

You were overstimulated in bliss as his dick was hitting the bundle of nerves that he knew would drive you over the edge. You could only utter fragments of his name along with your low moans.

Miguel watched with pride as his wife was falling apart under him.

“That’s it, clench onto me. Just like that.”

He could’ve sworn this was the best thing he had experienced with you and he fucked you many times before.

Perhaps the Rapture made him twice as sensitive to all the pleasure he was receiving and more aware of how you were snug around him.

His pace was becoming sloppy and staggered and he could just about feel the edge of his orgasm. Just a little longer of him being soaked in your cunt that always fit to his size perfectly.

His hips flinched into yours one last time before his cum was pouring into the depths of your womb in hopes that you will get pregnant.

Bred by him until it stained you.

Your legs were limp and slipped off of his shoulders. He groaned at the sheer force of his own climax.

He thrusted himself a few more times while more cum was spilling from him. He eventually came to a halt with his dick still half way inside you.

Your breathing was still erratic but you still managed to lift your head up to see where your bodies were meshed together.

He caught a flicker of surprise in your face as you noticed the mess before you under your dress. You gazed back up at him again.

“So…are you satisfied? Do you want me to give the neutralisers now?” you managed to huffed out, still breathless.

Miguel responded by pushing the remaining half of his dick back into your swollen cunt with a wet slap. You let out a broken moan in shock.

“Not yet…”

His lips curled up slightly as he started to plunge himself into you again…

The neutraliser forgotten.

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I don’t think this one ate :( …I suck at writing dialogues. But I’m so fly when it comes to writing inner conflicts, like with Miguel’s chain of thoughts in this story, and body language. That’s why there isn’t a lot of dialogues here. Maybe because I’m an overthinker and it’s easy to write a lot when it comes to what the character is thinking lol

Idk what it is I’m starting to fucking hate using tumblr now, it just feels a little miserable being here. That’s why AO3 >>> literally anything else

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bradshawssugarbaby · 2 months

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Easy Like Sunday Morning - Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

summary: Lazy Sunday mornings are few and far between for you and Bradley. When they do happen, you make the best of them.

pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x reader

warnings/content: smut, unprotected p in v (or at least, no protection mentioned), dirty talk, praise kink, Bradley worshipping you. Sort of CNC (both parties are awake though when the actual act occurs?)

word count: 1.5k

The morning sun peeked through the curtains over the large window in your bedroom. You yawned and stretched, a much needed gesture after a solid eight hours of fighting Bradley for the covers throughout the night. Beside you, he lay in bed, still snoring peacefully - you were convinced at this point an atom bomb could probably detonate beside his eardrum and he still wouldn’t stir. His tanned arm rested just over the covers, his hand loosely gripping the fabric as he slept. He turned onto his side, causing the blanket to drop slightly, exposing a landscape of golden sunkissed skin dotted with freckles across his shoulders and upper back. Bradley would never admit to it, but he’d been hitting the gym harder lately, and it was starting to show more so as the muscles in his back tensed and flexed as he got comfortable.

Bradley had always been a good looking man. You swore that from the moment you first saw him - dressed in his khaki uniform walking down the streets in Coronado as he and a couple of friends decided to grab lunch off base that day after a briefing. You’d been out for lunch with one of your friends, and Bradley caught your eye from a mile away. Tall, dark, broad-shouldered and handsome - he was perfectly your type. As luck would have it, it turned out that he’d had his eye on you at the same time. Before leaving that afternoon, he’d stopped by the table where you were dining and flashed this beautifully crooked smile at you, the kind that made you just absolutely melt on the spot.

“Sorry for interrupting your lunch, but I couldn’t walk away without telling you how beautiful you are.”

His deep voice sent a shiver down your spine when he spoke, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as your brain processed what he’d said. He laughed when you told him he was sweet, his cheeks becoming rosy as you teased him, and that was that - within a couple of days, he was calling you for a date, and now, two years later, he was sound asleep in bed beside you, in the house you two had purchased together a few short months ago.

You gently placed a kiss to his shoulder blade as you reminisced to yourself about meeting Bradley for the first time, causing him to murmur something softly, eyelids fluttering for a moment before remaining shut. After a few minutes, Bradley flipped back to lay on his back, grumbling quietly as he settled himself back into his rest. His curls were tousled messily from his tossing and turning, something that Bradley would quickly tame the moment he woke up with some hair styling products he had stashed away, specifically for making sure his hair remained in Navy regulation at every moment.

You began to kiss his shoulder again, gently peppering his soft skin with tender kisses as he slept, showering him with affection. Bradley’s eyes fluttered again, a soft smirk forming on his lips as he glanced down at you, your trail of kisses now heading further towards his chest. He hummed softly and shut his eyes again, enjoying your display of tenderness towards him on this lazy morning.

As you trailed your mouth down his body, you peeled back the blankets gently - trying your best not to wake him abruptly. You danced your fingers down his chest to his abdomen, your lips following suit. Once you reached the waistband of his boxer briefs, you delicately placed another kiss to the light trail of hair that extended from his naval to his waistline before sitting yourself upright. Carefully, you straddled his waist, taking care to seat yourself gently on his abdomen. You ducked your head down to begin kissing at his ear, which prompted a soft groan from Bradley.

“Mornin’, honey,” he said sleepily as he blinked his bleary brown eyes a few times in an effort to focus them on you.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” you hummed, your lips leaving a trail of warm, open-mouthed kisses along his neck, something Bradley could never resist.

“Mhmm,” Bradley shook his head, a strained chuckle falling from his lips as he shifted underneath you in the bed. “Honey, you’re making it really, really hard for me to not just flip you over and-”

You raised a challenging eyebrow as you hovered yourself over top of his lap, settling down on the tenting fabric of his boxers. Grinding yourself against him, Bradley let out a deep grunt, shaking his head as he reached out and grabbed at your hips. He held you firmly in place, guiding your as you moved back and forth, rubbing yourself over top of his boxers.

Bradley gazed up at you with lust-filled eyes as he pushed you back onto his thighs for a moment, reaching a hand down to shove the restricting fabric back off his waist. Your fingers teased and taunted him as you slowly pulled back his boxers, his hardening cock springing forwards as you freed it. Taking his length in your hand, you stroked it gently, your thumb tracing soft, delicate circles around the tip.

“Honey, you’re killing me here,” Bradley rasped, watching you carefully as you continued to toy with him, pumping your hand along his shaft with just enough pressure to drive him crazy.

“Tell me what you want me to do, Roo,” you purred, using his callsign as a means to tease him.

“Fuck,” he panted, shaking his head for a minute to try and compose himself, “I need you to ride me, pretty girl. Think you’re up for it?”

“I think I can handle it.”

You lifted the hem of Bradley’s t-shirt that you’d slept in up, just enough to keep it out of the way as you positioned yourself over top of him. You slid down on to him with a soft whine, tilting your head to the side as you looked down at him, pressing your palms flat against his chest to steady yourself.

“Fuck, that’s it, honey. Lookin’ so pretty bouncing up and down on my cock,” Bradley grunted, his large hands reaching for any part of you he could get a grip on, settling for your thighs.

You bobbed yourself up and down on him with ease, working yourself into a rhythm as you rode Bradley. His fingertips dug into the flesh of your thigh, causing you to whine as you sped up your movements. Bradley’s hands snuck their way up the bottom of your shirt, gliding their way against your sensitive skin before cupping your breasts. He gave them a playful squeeze before sliding them back down to your waist, guiding you up and down on him as he felt your walls beginning to clench around his cock.

“S-so close, Bradley,” you whined, throwing your head back before darting your eyes down to meet his steely gaze.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Let it go for me, honey, I’ve got ya.” he coached, his hands tightening their grip on your hips.

You gasped as you felt Bradley switch his hand placement, one of his hands drifting to your abdomen. He reached down and pressed his fingertip into your clit, massaging it in circles as you rode him. Your orgasm hit you almost immediately after he made contact with your sensitive nub, a wicked grin formed on Bradley’s lips as he watched your thighs shake and the movement of your hips become less precise as you fell apart on him.

Bradley snapped his hips forwards into you, thrusting hard and deep into your throbbing cunt. He desperately pounded into you, his breath hitching in his throat as he brought himself close to the edge. Your name fell from his lips like a sacred prayer, repeating it over and over as his voice rasped - as if there was nothing else on his mind than you.

“Fuck, so good, honey, you feel so fucking good. You’re so good to me, baby girl.” he praised, worshipping you as he came down from his climax.

Breathlessly, you leaned down, pressing your lips to his in a feverish, passionate kiss. Your teeth grazed at his plump bottom lip gently as you pulled your head back, a grin forming on your features as you looked down at him.

“That’s one way to wake me up,” he laughed, shaking his head before gazing up at you with pure adoration in his eyes.

“Come on,” you grinned, tapping his thigh as you dismounted from his waist, “I’m gonna go take a shower, you coming with me, Roo?”

Bradley grinned, raising his dark eyebrow at you as he watched you walk towards the bedroom door.

“I wouldn’t miss it.”

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draconic-desire · 3 months

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A Dance With the Dragon III — Opera

Yandere Neuvillette x Reader

[Part I] [Part II] [Part III — You are here]

Neuvillette enjoys bringing you to the Opera Epiclese. You, not so much. The result; a clash of tides.

Warnings: Implied past NSFW, typical yandere tendencies and obsessive behavior

You had grown to loathe the opera.

When Neuvillette first suggested it, you had perked up immediately. You ignored his rare smile at your excitement, knowing he believed to use this as a stepping stone to winning you over. You didn’t care; the Chief Justice was delusional if he thought you wouldn’t abuse this opportunity to escape.

Your plan, of course, was a complete failure.

Neuvillette kept a firm, guiding hand on your lower back the entire night. Even the slightest movement on your part would earn you a warning glower. He wasn’t even challenging you to act out; no, he was demanding your compliance. Bastard.

And Archons, the stares you got for it.

You knew that Neuvillette had worked his way up to being a well-respected and renowned figure, but you never expected the fanbase he had acquired. He was barraged by women and men alike, all hoping for a chance to woo, interview, or befriend Fontaine’s Chief Justice. He responded to all of their inquiries with aplomb, though you noticed his grip on your waist tighten every time an individual would glance your way, whether out of curiosity or envy.

Standing off to the side, you swirled the champagne glass clasped in your hand, opting to remove yourself from the conversation. Honestly, you were shocked he had allowed you to indulge in any alcohol with his obsession over your health. Such regulations included eliminating certain foods from your diet (“Why would anyone ever eat food that’s been deep fried?”) and drinking an ungodly amount of water each day, usually with a long conversation about its flavors.

Oh, and the physical activity, too.

With a scowl, you tipped the flute back to imbibe the rest of the champagne. Maybe if you got drunk enough, you’d have some respite from both the spotlight and your memories with him. He already seized every moment of your reality; you didn’t need him plaguing your thoughts, too.

But luck was never on your side these days.

A particularly nosy group of women had been giving you the stink eye all night, until one of them strutted up to your “date”. Despite being multiple paces away, you could hear their entire conversation. She curtsied, batting her long lashes flirtatiously. “Good evening, Monsieur Neuvillette. I am Trudaine, daughter of the Duke of Romaritime Harbor. I’ve been meaning to approach you for some time now, for who could resist such a handsome and powerful man?”

You rolled your eyes and kept chugging as Neuvillette beckoned you towards him. Before he could answer, you reluctantly closed the distance between the two of you, feeling his hand caress your lower back. Trudaine sneered as she looked you up and down. “I must inquire, who is the lady you’ve brought as your accompaniment tonight?”

Neuvillette tipped his head politely. “Greetings, Lady Trudaine. While I appreciate your flattery, I must decline your advancements. You see, Lady (Y/n) here is my wife.”

You choked on your drink.

While Neuvillette rubbed your back in a concerned manner, believing you had simply had too much to drink, Trudaine’s lip curled in disgust. “Her, a Lady?” she barked in disbelief. “Come now, Monseiur. She’s clearly nothing but a commoner, and not even one from Fontaine.”

Neuvillette’s judgmental gaze flicked down to the woman with a dangerous flash. “Lady Trudaine, I suggest you take your leave before I lose my temper.”

The Judicator’s expression must have spooked her, for she quickly shut her mouth and scurried to the safety of her friend group, no doubt to continue the gossip about you.

“My dear, are you alright?”

You waved Neuvillette away, coughing up the last bit of alcohol. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” You placed the empty glass on a nearby table; alcohol had been ruined for you for the rest of the night. “Though I don’t recall accepting your proposal, husband.”

Neuvillette ran a gloved hand through his bangs. “Ah, forgive me. Your human customs sometimes elude me. If it is a ring you seek, I’m more than happy to oblige.”

You gaped at him. “You seriously think I’m upset because you didn’t buy me a damn ring?” You pressed yourself against his chest, jabbing a finger into his robes. Neuvillette sucked in a breath, marveling at the proximity. You were actually touching him. He didn’t care in what context; he could feel your warmth, sense your heartbeat in tandem with his own. It took every ounce of his might not to rip that dress off your form and bury himself inside you.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” you whispered so as not to draw attention, “I am not, and will never be, your wife. I do not, and will never, love you. You may think us a couple, or mates, or that what you feel for me is love, but you have seaweed for brains. You have taken everything from me—my freedom, my career, my family, my vision. You have forced yourself on me and molded me into some hollow version of myself.” You gestured to your attire, all lace and frills to replace your preferred pants, to emphasize your point. “Delude yourself all you want with titles like ‘wife’ and ‘dear’ and ‘mate’, but they are nothing but empty monikers.”

The enamored look on the Justice’s face only served to prove your point. Stretching his cane horizontally behind your back and cupping your chin with the other hand, he trapped you against his form. “All in good time, my darling. Rocks may appear unbreakable, but the sea erodes them all eventually.”

~*~

Then there was the most recent time he had taken you.

Neuvillette’s idea of a ‘compromise’ was to forgo the formalities of chit-chat for simply sitting in your (private balcony) seats until the opera began. This development saved you from the crowd, but at the cost of being alone to fend off his intimate touches. You practically snarled at him when his hand snaked up your thigh.

“Try that again in public and you’ll lose that hand.”

“Later, then.” He muttered the promise as the lights dimmed.

The opera’s plot centered on an ancient monster rescuing a sacrificed maiden. Instead of devouring her, the creature took her into his care, and their love led to the creation of the Melusines. You nearly throttled Neuvillette at the climax, when the maiden denounced the humans who sent her to die in favor of becoming an immortal with the creature. The so called “monster”, then, transformed into a handsome god of the sea.

As the curtains fell and the lights rose, you glimpsed his subtle smile. Standing abruptly from your seat, you moved towards the exit without sparing him another glance. “Don’t even fucking start.”

~*~

This time, however, you found an opportunity to turn the tables.

This time, Neuvillette had permitted you to mingle alone within the crowd in the Opera’s foyer prior to the show. Pointless chatter with the other opera goers was preferable to being alone with him, though you really knew that Neuvillette had agreed as a test of your loyalty. Although it seemed you could roam as you pleased, you knew the Iudex kept one eye on you at all times. A note slipped into a hand or a whisper for help into an ear would be detected immediately.

While you refrained from approaching others, that didn’t mean you could prevent others from approaching you.

Others like the exceptionally handsome individual striding towards you.

His azure irises soaked in your form as he ran a gloved hand through his fiery-toned hair. Once before you, he delivered a playful bow, lips pulled in a smirk. “Ah, and might I ask why a lady as stunning as yourself is standing by herself?”

You lowered the champagne glass from your lips, taking in the man’s appearance. Based on the thick fur coat slung over his shoulders and the single red earring flashing on his left ear, he certainly wasn’t from Fontaine, though he clearly possessed a good deal of wealth nonetheless.

Your eyes shifted towards the hydro vision on his hip. Your hand instinctively went to your neckline, where your own vision would have been. The only reason you hadn’t gone mad from its absence was because it was never truly far from you—that is to say, because Neuvillette was never far. Your heart ached, and somehow the fact that this man shared a hydro vision made you trust him. “And might I inquire as to who’s asking?”

The man offered you a coy smile. “Call me Tartaglia.”

Returning the smile, you sketched a brow cheekily. “That’s quite a unique name. You aren’t from around here, are you?”

“Am I really that easy to pin?” Tartaglia chuckled, blue eyes sparking mischievously. “Seems I’m losing my touch.”

“Not at all. If you ever need someone to get you acquainted with Fontaine, I’d be more than happy to oblige,” you shot back with a wink, your implications clear. Of course there was no world in which Neuvillette would ever let that happen, but you missed how fun it was to flirt—or just to even talk with—someone who wasn’t the Iudex. You’d take your fun when you could.

Tartaglia’s grin only grew at your suggestion. He offered you the second glass of champagne he held. “I noticed you might be needing another one of these, though really I just took whatever excuse I could to talk to you. Are you really here all by yourself?”

Before you could respond, your gaze subconsciously flicked around the room until it landed on the one who had brought you here. And it was then you noticed the Chief Justice glowering at you, his knuckles turning white around the goblet in his fist. The group of officials around him, though they kept prattling on, went completely ignored as his silver glare flicked between you and the mysterious redhead.

Oh, this would be good.

As Neuvillette excused himself from the conversation, your eyes met his own and a wry grin graced your lips. Blame it on the alcohol, but you were feeling bold and invincible. Like you were the one in power for once. Maybe that’s why, before Neuvillette could reach you, you leaned towards Tartaglia and purred, “It’s just you and me.”

Then you tilted your face up and kissed his cheek, the barest hint of your lips brushing against his porcelain skin. And yes, it was petty in every sense of the word, but you reveled in the furious spark of Neuvillette’s lilac irises.

No more than a second later, a shadow loomed over the two of you. Neuvillette stepped between you and Tartaglia, forcing the other man to take a large step backwards. You, on the other hand, were now partially hidden by the Chief Justice’s large frame, his left arm out to hold you behind him. His cane cracked against the floor in front of him. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Tartaglia quickly recovered, looking more entertained than anything. “Woah, comrade! We were just having a bit fun! No need to spoil the mood,” he laughed.

Neuvillette’s eyes simply narrowed as he maintained his calm facade. “You will stay away from my wife.”

The redhead tipped his head, trying to get a better look at you past the Iudex. “Didn’t know I was chatting with the Chief Justice’s lady! Any chance I could convince you to share?” He laughed again, flashing sharp teeth.

Neuvillette was far from amused. “You should hope to never cross paths with me in court, Harbinger.”

Wait. Did he just say Harbinger?

You may have been locked away for four hundred years, but you’d still been informed of the Snezhnayan group of Delusion bearers and their influence (whether for better or for worse) across Teyvat in recent years. You barely had time to process that revelation as Neuvillette firmly clasped your wrist and dragged you outside.

Heavy rain had started to fall, battering the Court with its relentless downpour. Both you and Neuvillette were quickly soaked to the bone, and while you were shivering in your light gown, the Iudex whirled on you. “What exactly did you think you were doing?”

You gave a nonchalant shrug, knowing it would twist the knife even further. “What do you mean?”

“With that man,” Neuvillette said, gritting his teeth. His composed, human mask was slowly slipping, and you were in the mood to provoke the dragon beneath.

“What, I’m not allowed to talk to other men? You were the one who said I could mingle tonight.”

Neuvillette’s eyes flashed dangerously. “Talking? You kissed him, (Y/n). In front of your husband.” His tone slipped into a deep growl. “Your mate.”

Anger flaring, you went in for the kill. “Despite what you keep telling yourself, we are not actually married—”

“Silence!”

Thunder rumbled across the court so violently you swore you felt the ground shake. You gasped as the leviathan tattoo on your arm resurfaced, illuminating your face with blue magic. The authority in his voice cascaded down your spine, soaking your entire being as if you had been submerged into the depths of the darkest ocean. But no, it wasn’t just that—the rain had started to fall even harder, accompanied by gusts of wind that threatened to knock you to your knees. You could barely see five feet in front of you, but the visibility didn’t matter, since Neuvillette’s figure was as clear as day.

He was glowing.

The Hydro Dragon’s horns sparked with blue light, and his robes seemed to have expanded to create flowing waves on either side of his form. Tendrils of azure power snaked through the air around him, forming intricate patterns that resembled water droplets spiraling around one another. Blue seeped from the bottom of his cane and formed cracks through the ground that pulsed with raw energy, threatening to unleash the waters below. His irises burned as bright and silver as moonlight on a midnight sea.

Neuvillette might have been the most composed individual in all of Fontaine, but when his anger bubbled over, it was no mere flood—it was a tsunami.

You gaped at his appearance, the closest to his true draconic form you had seen to date. You suddenly felt like provoking him was your worst idea yet, but that wasn’t what scared you the most. “Did you…can you control…?”

“I am no mere water nymph or Melusine,” Neuvillette replied curly, power dripping from his body as smoothly as water. “I am the Hydro Dragon Sovereign. Water of the earth and the skies bows to me. As will you.”

You weren’t sure when you had started shaking. For the first time in a long while, your anger was doused. You looked between your tattoo and his matching glow and realized just how powerless you were without your vision and within this dragon’s clutches.

Despite all his flaws, after all your years together, Neuvillette knew how to read you. He immediately stilled, a look of panic contorting his handsome features. The ethereal glow around him faded, and the rain began to subside into a dull mist.

He wrapped you in his arms, squeezing you with desperate abandon. “My love, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me—please, forgive me.” Another shiver wracked your form, which prompted him to hold you tighter and bury his nose into your hair, exhaling deeply. “I have made a grave transgression by frightening you so dearly, but I pledge to never lose my temper in such a manner again.”

Neuvillette caressed your cheek and tilted your chin up to gaze longingly into your eyes. “You are my entire world, and I just couldn’t stand the thought of losing you.” He swiftly picked you up bridal style, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead. “Come. I’ll draw you a warm bath with fresh sea salts. I believe we’re done here for tonight.”

Wordlessly, you let him take you home. You can’t argue with a dragon.

#yandere neuvillette x reader #neuvillette #yandere genshin x you #yandere genshin impact #reader insert #yandere #opera epiclese #fontaine #guess who makes a surprise appearance #childe #tartaglia

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roseykat · 7 months

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KINKTOBER DAY 12

TITLE: Like Throwing Petrol on a Fire

WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won't be able to regulate every single interaction with those posts so please do not engage with my work and page whatsoever.

SUMMARY: Hyunjin can't get either his or your clothes off in time for him to fuck you. Unfortunately, he has to resort to and put up with another method.

TAGS: pre-established relationship, dry humping, swearing, poor Hyunjin can’t help himself (also both reader and Hyunjin are mentioned to be at the club but there is no alcohol involved with this story)

KINK: Dry humping.

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It was meant to be a good night out for you and Hyunjin, which it was to begin with. You, him, and a group of friends all collectively decided to go clubbing together for the first time in a while. However, later in the night, Hyunjin would find himself in a predicament that he never would've been able to climb his way out of.

What started off as innocently taking you to the dance floor, turned out to be the worst decision he had ever made.

Had you not been pressing your ass against his hips for the entirety of the night, Hyunjin wouldn’t be where he is now; sexually frustrated and pissed off because you were teasing him in public. The fact that you knew and felt that he was getting hard, yet continued to grind on him was enough for Hyunjin to take you by the wrist, and pull you with him to the bathroom.

Sneaky, public, bathroom sex would’ve been ideal for you both at the club – had it not already been full to the brim with other occupants already going at each other. It was either that or go home, and Hyunjin is not one to muck around when he’s horny.

He gets desperate, almost borderline agitated when he’s in the mood because he can’t fuck you.

Seeing him like that always makes you want to tease him, but you know better. Teasing him means pure punishment for you and Hyunjin has a very creative mind so you always tread carefully around him when he’s in that state. He could deprive you of his body for an entire week or fuck you every day if he wanted. He’s just full of surprises.

But now and then, Hyunjin becomes so needy that punishments and rewards don’t even cross his mind. That instance just so happened to occur at the club.

Having been so frustrated with not being able to find a decent place to fuck you, the pair of you needed to go home. Alleyways and narrow streets weren’t going to cut it for him, not when there were too many people loitering around.

So Hyunjin led you back to his car, jumping in and nearly racing off. To make matters worse for him, you decide to test him by palming over his already hard cock. He couldn’t bear the strain he felt against his pants regardless of the small easements of pressure you were giving him as he drove you both back home.

His head presses back into his chair, trying with every ounce of strength to keep his eyes on the road, “baby, why can’t you wait until we get home?”

“Because I need you now Jinnie,” you mutter, taking advantage of the state that he’s in.

Hyunjin does his best to ignore your answer as he turns the last corner onto the street of the house. He eventually slows down and pulls into the driveway to park. As he gets out, he’s thankful that it’s pitch black and everyone in the neighbourhood is asleep, otherwise they would’ve easily seen how hard is.

“Keys,” you say to him.

Hyunjin is already on it, barely saying anything as he pulls the house key out of his pocket with a shaky hand and unlocks the front door. The second it’s open, it’s Hyunjin’s game now.

He pulls you in by the wrist, slamming the door, and backs you right against the entryway table with such force that it dents the wall behind it. There’s no making it to the room, let alone the lounge at this rate.

Hyunjin helps lift you onto the surface of the table, hoisting your legs up just to push and spread them for him to slide in between. Even just feeling the heat in between your thighs is enough to give him some relief, but not the kind that he's craving.

“I need you…so bad baby,” he groans, pressing his hard, clothed cock into your pussy.

The friction for you is incredible against your clit, but you do feel for Hyunjin who can’t do much when he’s in formal black slacks. All the while one of Hyunjin’s arms wraps around your lower back so that he can grope the other side of your body while the other hooks around and digs into your thigh.

“Yeah?” You ask, allowing him to continue to fake fuck you while his face is buried in your neck. He can’t even think straight enough to try to take his pants off.

Hyunjin groans, his voice raspy yet hurried, “fuck, I-“

“You know I’m ready for you, so wet for you Jinnie,” you egg him on even further. “Just want you to fuck me.”

His moans are exasperated and breathy, he always sounds beautiful to you when he’s like this, “I can’t – fuck I’m gonna cum…”

You’re not surprised given that you’ve technically been teasing him for the past hour now. So now all you can do is sympathise and let him do what he needs to.

“It’s okay,” you assure him, breathing just as fast as he is. “Just cum for me.”

Hyunjin’s hips stagger out of their pace, continuing to thrust his dick repeatedly until he has to bite down on your shoulder to suppress the loud moans that are straining out of his throat. Not even a few seconds later, Hyunjin is rocked with an orgasm that has him gripping tightly onto your body, nails digging into you.

The pace of his thrusts slows down after his breathing reaches its peak height. Hyunjin has forgotten what it felt like to not cum inside you for once. It reminds him of the time when you first got together and were scared to take each other's virginities so only dry humping really made the cut. It still feels good, but not as nearly as glorious as busting a warm load inside of you.

"Fuck," Hyunjin sighs.

"Feel better?" You ask, carding your hand through the back of his black hair.

He looks down in between your legs, seeing the hairline-like, sticky strings of cum that connect from his clothed dick to your damp underwear. Hyunjin can barely tell if it's from him, or if that's just because you're wet. Maybe it's both. Either way, he finds it hot.

"You drive me crazy you know that?" Hyunjin says to you, leaning back in to snuggle his face into your neck once more. “Now I have to get hard again to fuck you.”

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lovetei · 10 months

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Heyyy,

I saw your toxic things the demon bros will do to keep you with them and i absolutely fell in love with. More of, my mental health issues felll in love with- ANYGAYSzz

I was wondering if you could maybe do the same for the side characters¿¿¿¿

Also did you drink water today? Cuz if thats a no here you go 💧💧💧💧

And some cookies just incase 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

Love anonymous 👑

I'm not actually supposed to post anything for tonight, because I don't know? I didn't get to start anything this morning so I crammed this post T_T

But love lots! Hope you enjoy this piece ^^

But seriously, I was like "Oh shit, the algorithm I don't have!" And proceed to finish this.

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What are the most toxic thing they will do in a relationship just to make you stay with them?

Versions: Demon brothers, Side Characters

Warnings: Manipulation, yandere themes, execution, mention of torture, psychological torture, love potions, Mentions of murder, framing, alcohol

Links: Masterlist

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DIAVOLO will use his authority

He's already so happy to have you by his side

And by staying there you already secured the position of the next ruler that will stand beside him

So, why do you have to leave..?

And the reasons

"I'm not fit enough..."

"I don't deserve this much..!"

"There are more people out there that are more worthy than me..."

Won't cut it.

He knows your worth and he's sure you do too.

So why?

Perhaps you're just nervous that you won't be able to match his grace?

You don't need to.

His grace is unmatched among the demons and yours is too among the mortals.

You both are on the same chapter, just on different pages.

So why make things hard for yourself?!

All you need to do is say yes and everything will be taken care of.

Clothes, food, money, status, security and literally anything.

He loves you and you does too so it's not going to be a marriage with no love...

SO WHY?

You're starting to drive him insane, MC.

And he might just do the same to you

So he'll invite you over for a fancy dinner and a few drinks

You accepted, despite knowing that Diavolo might try something after he got you drunk

Thinking that Diavolo forgot that you can't get drunk by just a basic demonus

Fool

That's what you are for thinking Diavolo actually misses something, anything about you

So he changed the bottle of demonus to an actual human liquor but neutralized it's taste by the help of his one, loyal servant

Barbatos

Not even two hour passed by and you're already putty in his hands

Dancing just like how he wants it on his palms

Then he'll slide a paper into the table to you, together with a beautiful pen

He then point at an empty line with his finger and said "Look at that MC, this line right here wants your signature."

"Hmm, why?~"

"Because it's such a huge fan of you and it needs you to become something, someone better, so why don't you give it a sign?" Is what he said while smirking.

And there you are, signing the papers while your mind is clouded with alcohol

Oh what is it?

Just a marriage contract

You don't want it?

Look into rules and regulations, Claus 5

It's against your human rights?

How foolish, you're not in the human world.

You will tell the whole Devildom about it?

Lèse majesté

And what's the punishment for committing that? Simple.

Death.

BARBATOS and his timeline power

He loves you

So much actually

At first, it was fun to be in a relationship with him

It's fun, slowly opening him up like a present and seeing the gift, a part of him that only you know.

He builds up trust for you and so do you for him

Then it started to get suffocating

He won't admit it openly but you know,

You know that the one who kills anyone who dared act close with you is him

And it terrifies you

You may allow it if it actually harms you, severely

But it's not for your protection anymore

He's doing it out of pure annoyance now

He doesn't like you around the brothers

The angels

Solomon

Thirteen

Or even Lord Diavolo

In fact, he doesn't want you around anyone.

And it's making you feel more unsafe

He's starting to isolate you from everyone and everything

He's trying to isolate you from the world

So you decided to end things with him

And he doesn't seem to take it lightly like how you expected...

How did you know?

Simple.

You woke up weeks before that break up happened

You know how it happened and you know who made it happen

It's none other than your boyfriend of course

You thought that maybe if you talk nicely with him he'll actually understand the problem

But he didn't

He started to get more and more aggressive with you

Then when the week end

It repeats

And repeats

And repeats again

And again

But it will keep going on like that until you learn

Until you learn that there's no other option than him

No other ending than him

He doesn't mind driving you crazy if it means you'll continue to love him

So good luck, MC.

SIMEON might just ask Father for help

Ho doesn't understand!

Why would you want to break up with him?!

He did everything, MC!

It's not clear!

Nothing is clear!

You just belive that you two are not fit together..?

You don't want him to end up like Lilith..?

He doesn't care!

He'll burn these precious, white wings for you!

He'll kill for you!

He'd actually prefer to end up like Lilith rather than this!

Because, at least, Lilith managed to be with her love until her life ended...

He'd rather be a demon or a human rather then live like the adored angel he is without you...

...

You'll still leave huh?

Alright then.

I guess he has no choice but to ask Father for help

What do you mean it will cause him to fall? Oh dear, it won't.

It might actually even promote him into a higher rank.

Father wants you in his side.

In fact, the whole celestial realm want you on this side

So when he asked "Father, it seems that we need to take even larger measure to have MC side with us. What do you think we can do?"

...oh?

Luke?

What a brilliant plan.

Now,

Let's see if you can still leave knowing an innocent life, Luke, will be put under danger because of this tantrum,

Because of you.

SOLOMON and his hidden antics

Oh dear, angel

His little devil

His most prized possession

His favorite concubine,

You won't be leaving him anytime soon, dear.

When you told him that "I want to break up with you."

He kept himself quite for a while before answering "Let me give it some thought, MC. For now, stay with me."

And just as he expected you listened obediently.

But then, his grip around your waits became more rough

And the hand he used to playfully wrap around your neck became more tight

It's hard...

It's hard to feed you his love laced cooking

But he found out that you just loves, adored even, Luke's baked cookies...

And since you're a human, he knows that Luke creates special cookies just for you

One that don't contain exotic ingredients that will upset your stomach

And it just made the work of latching love potions easier for him

He'll just add a few drops and it will do the magic for him

So, all he has to do sit tight

And wait for you to crawl back to his lap yourself.

RAPHAEL will use spears for example

Haha...

But he loves you, MC..?

He might just start crying if you say more

"Sure... But I'll make sure you'll come back to me..!"

At first, it sounded like a joke and it's funny enough to make you giggle

The beautiful memories of peaceful separation didn't last long after you saw a dead body pinned by spears though

His spears, to be specific

It doesn't even make sense

You don't even know this guy...

He hasn't talk to you and you don't even know him

Hell, you don't even recognize his face...

So what's the catch?

Why is he killing completely random people...

That's what have been running around your mind

You haven't seen him around RAD anymore

And if you do he refuse to answer your questions

Except his face will lightly flush and he'll even smile a little before sa say "Ah~ It's nice hearing your voice..."

His tone, the way he says it, none of theme are innocent

And he made it known that he knows what he's doing

The curiosity didn't last long

Until you found out that the corpses aren't for you from him as a threat

It was for the families of the victims

You found out that each of them have high power among the nobilities of Devildom

And he killed them to make the families think that you're telling him to do so

It's not to make you feel guilty, it for them to start attacking you

Until you're pushed back to a corner where no one else can save you

Except for him.

MEPHISTOPHELES's way only

Ha...

Man he loves you so much...

But all he do is stare at you blankly after you told him you ant to break up

Staring at you like you're just some kid throwing a tantrum

It's Mephistopheles in front of you, I mean, he's rich, handsome, tall, smart and has good family background

If he's a human everybody would have gone crazy over him already

Plus he wears heels and he has a sexy cane

What more could you ask for?

But yeah...

You don't want to be with him forever?

Sure, he'll talk to Diavolo.

"I'll buy MC's contract and I'll put them under my wing." Is all the reason he needs to say and a few more to have Diavolo selling you

What about your family?

This amount will do right?

I mean...

He paid for what your worth so don't expect it to be much.

Anyways, you're his now

By the eyes of the law, money and his

He'll never let you get away?

And if you did try to?

He'll simply frame you for treason and let's see if you won't come crawling back to him

After finding out that he can choose what type of punishment, torture method, to give you.

But don't worry.

He likes the game cat and mouse

He don't like playing it for a long time though

So be careful

His patience isn't as long as the line of money and connection ahead of him

THIRTEEN basically holds your life

Break up?

"You're not." Is all she said as she holds your candle

She's grinning widely as she let your candle melt, its 's wax falling directly in her hands

"Why would you even want to?" She asked even though she knows, no reason can separate the two of you

And if you did say "I don't care." as she holds you candle

She might just accidentally extinguish one of your loved ones candles

So be careful, MC.

Among everyone

She's the only one who won't joke around.

And just so you know

Her patience is shorter than the amount of time it requires to kill someone's fire off of their candle.

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Adult Education Part 13 | Hangman x OC

Summary: Jessica's fraternity fundraiser is the most popular event during alumni weekend. While that should be enough to guarantee she's smiling all night, an unwanted guest turns up to make sure that doesn't happen. Jake is set on taking care of her, but he desperately wants her to open up.

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of smut, angst, swearing, mentions of cheating, frat boys, 18+

Length: 4300 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female OC

This story is part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own! Adult Education masterlist

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

"Come on, Hangman," Bradley grunted. "You're acting like you've never been to a frat party before."

Jake watched him adjusting the keg of beer in the enormous tub of ice on the back porch of the fraternity house. "We're supposed to carry this inside?" Jake balked. "Why? It's going to make a mess."

"Jesus Christ, Jake. You need beer to play beer pong."

"We played it with champagne at your house on New Year's Eve," he countered, just to irritate Bradshaw.

"Yeah, and it low key pissed off my wife. Just help me carry this inside before both of them get mad at us."

He and Jake struggled with the keg and dropped it off in the back hallway where the exceptionally nerdy looking frat boys would be able to access it to fill up the crystal cups between rounds. In fact, one of them was coming over now, all dressed up in his tuxedo.

"Excuse me, sir. Can you help me move some of the ping pong tables?"

Bradley looked absolutely disgusted as he said, "Only if you stop calling me sir." Bradley went off to help him while Jake found Jessica in the kitchen going over the menus with the culinary students. She looked gorgeous, and he wanted to get his hands on her, but there was a soft crease between her eyebrows that told Jake she was starting to stress.

"What can I do?" he asked when she glanced his way.

"Can you check to make sure you can hear the string quartet everywhere?" she asked him. "Everyone should start arriving in about ten minutes."

"Of course." Jake walked around the entire downstairs of the sprawling Victorian house, and after a minute he realized the quartet was playing Hot In Herre by Nelly. Not only could he hear it everywhere, it also sounded incredible, and he had to fight the urge to start dancing.

When he walked into the main living room, Bradshaw and his wife had their backs to him while they threw a few test shots at one of the tables. Jake had to appreciate the juxtaposition that Jessica had achieved here. It was an elevated college experience for adults.

"Let's try this out," Bradshaw mumbled, stretching like he was about to compete in an event at the actual olympics. "I honestly don't love that Jess didn't go regulation with solo cups," he complained, aiming at the crystal glassware lined up at the far end of the table.

His wife wrapped her arms around him and said, "Come on, Beer Boy. You can do it."

"Not with you hanging all over me, I can't," he said, but in such a loving way that Jake rolled his eyes. Bradshaw was soft and sweet for literally nobody but his wife.

"You never once complained about that when we were in college," she mused, kissing the side of his neck when her eyes met Jake's. "Oh look. Another fuckboy."

Jake laughed in response and made his way over to her as the fraternity boys ran around and started pouring glasses of champagne for everyone who was about to arrive. "What did you call me?"

"You heard me," she replied with a grin while her husband made two shots in a row, the pinging of the balls against the crystal making a satisfying sound. "We should play later as long as everything is going smoothly. Fuckboys versus hot ladies."

"Hot, smart ladies," Bradshaw said as he made another shot. Jake got his ass kicked by the two of them on New Year's Eve, but he was more confident he could win with Rooster as his teammate.

"Here you go, sir," the nerdiest of the boys told Bradley, offering up the champagne flutes on the tray. He growled and snatched one up before handing it to his wife at the same time Jake caught sight of his girlfriend in the kitchen with another guy's arms wrapped around her.

"What the fuck." He wove around the tables and ducked through the doorway where Jessica was laughing with an extremely attractive man in a purple suit that somehow didn't even look hideous on him. And then she gave him another quick hug before releasing him.

"As soon as you invited me, I dropped everything," the other guy said. "It's not every day you get a chance to look at the beautiful Jessica Reed."

"Stop it, Dev. You're being too sweet. I already can't thank you enough for all the beer."

Perhaps the most disturbing thing was the fact that Jessica looked calmer in the presence of this Dev guy that she had for the past hour, and that didn't even account for the way he was looking at her. Jake cleared his throat loudly.

"Jake! Come meet Dev Borah!"

When they clasped hands, Jake tried his best at an intimidating handshake, but Dev looked completely unfazed by it. Then he said, "I've heard a lot about you from Bradley. Aren't you the guy who tried to pick up his wife before you realized they were dating?"

Okay. Jake officially hated this guy. He could feel himself blushing, and Jessica was looking up at him with wide eyes. He didn't try to pick up Bradshaw's wife when he met her. Not exactly. He'd put his foot in his mouth a little bit that day last year, but not to the extent Dev was making it out to be.

"I get it though," he told Jake. "She's beautiful. But so is Jessica. You're very lucky." He slapped Jake on the back before he said, "I just need to run out to my Porsche and grab those gift cards for the silent auction. I'll be right back, Jess."

"I swear I didn't try to pick her up," Jake insisted as soon as he was gone, but Jessica was already laughing at him.

"She's hot. I get it," she replied as she hugged him. "And I'm sure Dev just wanted to give you a hard time."

Jake rolled his eyes as she tucked her head under his chin. "Are you all set, Baby? I think people are starting to arrive."

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

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An hour later, Jessica was pleasantly surprised. The Kappa Pi house was completely packed. It almost felt like a real frat party, but the partygoers ranged in age from thirty to seventy. They'd already gone through countless bottles of champagne and one of the kegs of beer from Beta Brewing. Jake and Bradley were carrying another iced keg inside to the back hallway where the empty one sat.

"Thank you," she told Bradley who was flushed from whatever he was drinking. He immediately returned to dance with his wife to the string quartet playing Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg. She'd received so many compliments on the music selection, and everyone was gushing about how delicious the beer was. She just sent the trays of food out of the kitchen, and now the beer pong tournament was underway.

"You're killing it, Reedy," Jake whispered next to her ear before kissing her. "You got this frat thing on lock." Her heart swelled with pride at his words. Then a tall man in a tuxedo strolled her way with a champagne flute in one hand and a glass of beer in the other.

"Are you Dr. Reed?" he asked over the noisy crowd and the music.

"Yes," she replied as he shuffled his drinks so he could shake her hand.

"Dr. Gregory Michaels. I just wanted to let you know that I've been coming to alumni weekends for thirty years, and I was a member of Kappa Pi. In fact, I lived in this house my senior year."

"Did you really?" she asked as he smiled and looked around.

"It feels exactly the same," he told her with a laugh, and she turned to smile at Jake. "I also wanted to let you know that this is by far the best and most entertaining event I've ever attended. My wife is playing beer pong for the first time with a guy in a backwards hat, and I've never seen her have so much fun. I'll be sure to mention this to Dean Walters when he and I have our next golf outing."

"You know Dean Walters?" she asked, her knees nearly giving out. The dean was like four steps above Brian Conley. There was no way Brian would be able to be a complete dick about her tenure if she had the damn dean on her side.

"I don't just know him. I used to be his math tutor when we were undergrads together. I'll put in a good word."

When he turned and walked away, Jessica giggled and jumped up and down before she took Jake by the hand and led him away from the kegs. "He knows the dean," she hissed as she pushed her way through the back door. "He's putting in a good word."

"You deserve it," he replied in the relative darkness of the back porch as Jessica pushed his back up against the exterior of the house. He smirked as she came to stand between his legs and kissed him. "You deserve everything."

Jake's hands were on her hips, bunching her dress up inch by inch until he slipped his warm hand inside the slit. He wrapped his hand around her thigh, caressing her with his thumb as he pulled her snug against his body.

"Who's going to give it to me?" she whispered against his lips. "You?"

He moaned as he palmed her ass. "Yeah, I'll give you everything." Then she laced her fingers through his hair and rubbed herself slowly back and forth along his suit pants as he groaned into her mouth. "Jessica." His voice had a pleading quality as he grew a little harder for her. She felt good right now. Almost powerful. "Baby, please."

As Jessica dragged her right hand down along his body to his pants zipper, Jake's head tipped back. "You think anyone will notice me on my knees?" she asked teasingly as she pulled his zipper down.

"Fuck," he whined, but just as she got her hand wrapped around him through his underwear, she heard someone calling her name from inside the house.

"Dev's looking for me," she said, kissing his jaw.

"Well I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't love it if he found you with your hand in my pants."

Jessica giggled. "Just hold that thought for later tonight." She got him zipped up again, and when Dev popped out on the porch and found her, she was kissing Jake, but in a much less compromising position.

"I need you to verify the silent auction winners," Dev told her. "And then I need you to have a glass of champagne with me."

Jake grunted, but Jessica squeezed his hand to silence him. "Coming, Dev," she told him before turning back to Jake. "Let me check on everything, and then just maybe we'll have a minute to play a game of beer pong. I'll meet you in there."

And then she placed one more filthy kiss on Jake's lips before going inside.

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Jake sipped his champagne while the crowd around him seemed to move in unison to the cover of Jay-Z that the quartet was playing. It looked like everyone was having a great night, and Bradshaw was no exception as he taught a woman who was easily twice his age how to play beer pong.

"You need a partner?"

Jake turned to see a young woman eyeing him up and down with a hopeful smile. Damn. A few months ago, he'd have said yes. And he would have probably ended up sleeping with her either here or back at his condo before kicking her out in the morning.

"I'm here with my girlfriend." He walked to the other side of the table where Bradshaw's wife was dancing with her own champagne flute. "This whole thing seems successful, right?" he asked.

"Very," she replied. "Look at everyone! That guy's like eighty years old! He's also a huge donor to the college, and he's dancing like nobody's watching."

Jake cracked up. "Meanwhile, everyone is watching." But she was right. Everybody was rocking their formal wear while tossing ping pong balls like there was no tomorrow as the night wore on.

Then Jessica and Dev emerged from the kitchen, and she came right for him. "Jake, I'm freaking out. I got an email that said I sold all of the tickets available for tonight. And, the items in the silent auction went for a ton of money!"

"I'm not surprised," he replied, pulling her close to his side. "Not one bit. Congratulations."

"You're up!" Bradshaw called out. "Get your ass to the other side of the table, Reed. Hangman, you're with me." Then he kissed his wife, "Get down there with Jessica, Sugar."

"You're about to lose so fucking hard, Beer Boy."

The crowd had started to thin out now, and Jake watched the fraternity boys clean off the table and set up fresh glasses filled with overpriced beer for them. "Ladies first," Jake said, rolling the balls to their end of the table. And that was when he learned that not only was he nowhere near as good as Rooster and his wife, he was also terrible compared to Jessica.

After the ladies sunk both of their shots, Bradley said, "I hope you're ready to drink." And then when Jake missed his first shot, he got a glare in response. "How are you this bad? You went to college."

"I didn't play beer pong. I was busy making out with girls."

Bradley rolled his eyes. "I managed to do both at the same time very successfully. Isn't that right, Sugar?"

She responded by making another shot followed by Jessica. "Shit," Jake muttered.

"Can we switch partners?" Bradley whined. He tried to walk to the other end of the table as he drank his beer, but his wife just pushed him right back to Jake.

"It's not our fault we're exceptionally good at math," she said before returning to Jessica's side.

"Come on, Jake!" his girlfriend cheered. "You can do it!"

But he missed again. It was almost comical how easily the ladies won, and they only had to drink one glass of beer toward the end of the match. Bradshaw's wife danced around while she drank it, and then Jessica made the final shot.

"I taught her everything she knows!" Bradley shouted as he made his way back to their end. "My wife is a badass."

Jessica was laughing as she ran around the table toward Jake. "You're terrible. Do you need lessons?" she asked sweetly.

"Lessons from you?" he asked, kissing her hard. "Sign me up." But then his gaze caught on the one person he knew could ruin her night and would absolutely love to do it.

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When Jake started easing himself away from her and rubbing his hand along her back, Jessica looked up at him. "I'll gladly teach you how to suck less at beer pong. Actually... I wonder if I could turn it into a physics lecture topic," she mused.

"Baby, he's here."

Jessica spun around so fast, she had to fix her glasses as she set eyes on an irate looking Brian Conley. "We need to talk," he told her with his hands on his hips like she was a small child.

"About what?" she bit back, already feeling her body tensing up as Jake, Bradley and his wife stood at her back.

Brian was looking around the room in annoyance at the handful of alumni guests still playing beer pong and hanging out. The string quartet sounded louder now as the house had emptied out a bit, and the song was suddenly grating on her nerves.

"Meet me in the kitchen," Brian growled, storming off toward the back of the house.

Jake's hand was on hers immediately. "You don't have to talk to him right now, Jessica. Tell him to schedule a meeting for next week."

But she shook her head. "I'll be right back."

She passed Dev in the hallway, and he looked handsome and happy as always. "I need to get going, but cheers to a successful fundraiser. Call me if you want to come up to Beta. You can even bring your boyfriend. I guess." His smile was bright, but she had to force one in return.

"Thanks for everything, Dev." And as soon as she was alone in the kitchen with Brian, her smile vanished. "What can I help you with?" she asked him, swiping her sweaty palms on her pretty green dress.

He shook his head at her like she was something to be pitied. "You know... I spent all evening working through the numbers, trying to come up with a total amount of money raised through the science department for alumni weekend. And while your numbers seemed to look pretty good, you didn't account for the astronomical amount you wasted on kegs of this designer beer. And when I show up here to question you about it, you're practically drunk and playing the games you set up for paying guests."

Jessica's jaw dropped. "I'm not drunk! I haven't had anything to drink all night!" Brian rolled his eyes. "And I played one round of beer pong with my friends. If you hadn't noticed the event is ending now. It's nearly midnight."

Brian laughed. "You think someone from the math department is your friend? Jessica. You're delusional."

"Call me Dr. Reed," she ground out, fists clenched at her sides as tears stung her eyes. "And I'm not delusional."

Brian rolled his eyes. "Everyone in the science and math departments believes you're nothing but a slut, and I can guarantee your friend falls into that category." She started shaking as he added, "Now tell me how much you spent on the beer so I can deduct it from the profits of your event."

"I didn't spend anything!" she nearly screamed, frustrated beyond belief and tired of being belittled. "It was donated!"

Brian's laughter filled the space, bouncing off of the stainless steel appliances and tiled floor. "Donated? By whom?"

"The owner of the brewery!" she nearly screamed. "He donated things for the silent auction, too."

His gaze bore into her face as a look of disgust filled his features. "Jesus Christ, Dr. Reed. You got thousands of dollars worth of goods donated to you by the brewery owner? How many men are you sleeping with?"

Jessica's face fell further, and she had a hard time swallowing. "I'm not," she whispered, fingers going numb as her fists shook. "I didn't."

"You're so unprofessional. And you expect me to give you tenure? On what basis? You can't even get through an alumni event without fucking up and making yourself look bad."

"On the basis that I'm great at my job!" she shouted. But her voice shook on the last word, and she was mortified that she was about to cry in front of him. There was no hope. The tears were right there. And as her jaw quivered, she felt the first tear roll down her cheek.

"You're a damn joke," he replied maliciously, but then she felt a warm hand on her back between her shoulder blades.

"What the fuck is your problem, asshole?" Jessica turned to her right to see Advanced Calculus in the kitchen, steadying her with her firm hand. "You think you're so slick, but you're not smarter than us. Where's your PhD from again? The University of Jackass online?"

"This has nothing to do with you," Brian told her, face stony. "Now if you don't mind, we're having a private conversation."

The other woman laughed. "It's no longer private when I can hear you berating Dr. Reed in the next room."

Brian seemed to fumble for a response as he said, "This is none of your business."

Jessica was shaking as Advanced Calculus said, "Actually, you made it everybody's business by telling lies and starting rumors, Dr. Conley. This is a university, not a sleepaway camp."

Brian took a step closer to her and hissed, "Do not think for one second that I can't fuck with your career path, too."

But she just smiled and inched even closer as she loudly said, "You're not in charge of my tenure."

Then Bradley was in the kitchen, too. His wife wrapped her arm around Jessica's shoulders as Bradley went chest to chest with Brian, towering over him. "Why the fuck are you talking to my wife that way? Huh?"

Brian sputtered for a response, but Jessica could barely breathe. It felt good to have people in her corner for once, but now she was terrified that Bradley was going to punch Brian.

"I asked you a question," Bradley growled before he turned to his wife. "What's this guy's problem, Sugar?"

Jessica would have laughed if she wasn't already crying when her friend said, "I think he got his PhD online."

And then Jake was there, head on a swivel as he surveyed the situation and saw a few more stray tears slip down Jessica's cheeks. "What the fuck is going on?" he demanded.

Bradley's wife laughed sardonically. "Jake, have you met Brian? He thinks it's okay to spread rumors and insult women who are smarter than him, and then he holds it over their heads."

Jessica watched Brian's face turn a pasty shade of white as Jake took him by the shirt collar and shoved him against the refrigerator. "No. Please don't hit him," Jessica begged as she cried. "He's not worth it, Jake."

But her boyfriend looked a little deranged right now, and she could see the malice in Brian's eyes.

"I've had just about enough of you giving my girl a hard time. It's like you're begging for this." Jake shoved him a little harder, and Jessica had to look away.

"Oh, shit," Bradshaw and his wife said in unison, and she was too afraid to look.

Jessica felt the other woman's arms wrap around her as she called out, "Jake, look at Jessica! She's upset."

When Jessica peeked through her tears, she saw Bradley bear hugging Jake's arms to his side as he fought to get to Brian. But when Jake turned to look at her, his features softened, and now it looked like he was fighting against Bradley to come her way.

Brian pushed away from the refrigerator and stormed out of the room, but not before he said, "We're not finished," as he pointed in Jessica's face.

Bradley released Jake, and Jessica was a little afraid he was going to go after Brian, but he didn't. She was wrapped up in his arms with his lips on her forehead as he whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I made you cry more."

Jessica shook in his arms, terrified that her career was now over. Shaken once again by how hard Brian was trying to ruin her. Jake's kisses and soft words did little to soothe her as she closed her eyes and sobbed.

"Take her home," Bradley said, his voice soft but commanding. "We'll get everything cleaned up here."

Jessica tried to argue, but Jake scooped her up easily in his arms, and she didn't fight him. She closed her eyes, forcing air into and out of her lungs, and a moment later she was sitting in his truck.

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Jake started the engine, but before he shifted into drive, he leaned across the seat and brushed Jessica's hair away from her face. "I'll take you back to your place?" he asked softly. More than anything, he really wanted to drop her off and then go pound the shit out of Brian, but when she nodded and reached for his hand, he put the truck in gear.

She remained silent as she held his hand, only occasionally swiping at her tears and looking out the window. If he knew she wanted to confide in him, Jake would sit and wait with her for as long as it took her to get the words out. But he didn't want to push or ask the wrong things. He knew she could have a bit of a hard time opening up.

He parked his truck, and scooped her up, careful not to mess up the fabric of her pretty dress. As he carried her into her apartment, he realized just how exhausted she must be. Her arms were around his neck, but she just sniffed and buried her face in his neck, trusting that he would get her inside to safety.

When Jake set her on her bed, he reached for the lamp on the nightstand. She looked wrung out even in the soft lighting, and he reached for her shoes. As he turned to take them into her closet, Jessica crawled up to her pillows with her dress still on, so he only took the time to remove his own shoes and his jacket before climbing in with her.

Once he had his arms wrapped around her, she let her cheek rest on his chest. Her breathing evened out, and she seemed calmer. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked softly, holding her close.

She shrugged, and when she spoke, she sounded faint and almost broken. "There's not a lot to say. Brian is trying to ruin my career."

This was not the first time Jake wondered how someone could dislike Jessica. His mind was swirling with the possibility that he was holding a grudge after she broke up with him. He'd been thinking that for weeks. As he pressed a kiss to her hair, he asked, "Why, Baby? How is that possible?"

Jessica's body tensed up in his arms before she took a few shaky breaths and eased her cheek away from his chest. She was crying again as she looked him in the eye and whispered, "He and I were dating. And then we were sleeping together. For weeks. And I had no idea that he's married and has two kids."

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Brian Conley is a dank ass bitch. We hate him. If Jake doesn't respond just right, I'll have to kill him. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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becca-e-barnes · 1 year

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"Here comes trouble."

Getting back to the 'Shit He Said' series because I've been missing it and you've said some truly wonderful shit recently.

This one is pure fantasy. I'm fully just indulging myself and I'm okay with that. I've thought about this way too much.

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Semi-public, vaginal fingering, dom Bucky, sub reader, power imbalance, degradation, choking, penetration, creampie, this is bound to be so unhygienic irl but I can enjoy the thought leave me alone 😩

Summary: You manage to find some time for a quickie with the CEO

For some extra vibes: “Out Of My Mind” by The Killers

Minors, do not interact

Heat meets you the second the door opens but you only feel the true intensity of it when you’ve stepped inside and closed the door behind you.

Everything is hot. Stiflingly, oppressively hot. Even the glass panel of the door is warm under your touch. Between the humidity and the ambient lighting, your eyes struggle to focus. Taking a seat inside seems like a good idea. Sit down before you fall down.

It’s impossible to get a deep, satisfying breath. The air feels so heavy, water droplets forming on your bare skin, clinging to your eyelashes and dripping from the ceiling onto your hair. As the seconds pass, you feel your body begin to adjust. Your breathing starts to regulate, albeit faster than usual. You succumb to the weight in the air, taking a seat on the wet bench to the left of the door. You close your eyes for a few moments in an attempt to shield them from the heat, breathing in the fresh scent of eucalyptus essential oil.

“Here comes trouble.” Fuck. You hoped this might happen but you hadn’t fully let yourself believe it was actually a possibility. Your eyelids flutter open again, looking in the direction of the voice but you don’t need to see the silhouette of the person sitting at the back of the room to know who had spoken.

“Hello, you.” He speaks again, low and soft and this time you’re more focused on ensuring you’re alone. A quick scan of the room and it’s empty, save the two of you.

“I didn’t think you’d be down here!” You feign innocence. It’s a lie. You knew he would.

He’s always been wonderfully talented at seeing right through you.

“I mentioned earlier that I might go try out the steam room.” He’s right; he did. These work trips get awfully long sometimes and it’s hard to keep your head in it without giving yourself a break. In fact, you’re surprised more of your colleagues aren’t down here taking some time to themselves.

“Might. I had no way of knowing you actually would.” You’re not wrong. Nor is he. It’s an elaborate dance around the fact that you’re both now exactly where you want to be.

God, he’s gorgeous. His usually soft, fluffy hair has drooped under the weight of the steam, curling a little. Droplets of water roll slowly down his bare chest, meeting at the waistband of his swimwear but the condensation gathering on his body makes his skin look slick and kissable. Your thoughts wander, daydreaming about how you’d love nothing more than to trail your tongue down his chest in the wake of those droplets until you’re able to sink to your knees in front of him and find a better use for your mouth.

“Stop thinking. Get over here.” He perhaps doesn’t mean to sound as sharp as he does but with time being of the essence, he’s not wrong to be demanding. Anyone could walk in any time now so you might as well use the time you have wisely.

You’re so eager it’s difficult to slow yourself down. Within seconds, you’ve moved to the bench at the back, beside Bucky and his lips are on yours before you even realise it. They’re soft and plump, his mouth tasting faintly of the coffee you saw him drinking earlier. His tongue rolls gently against your own and you feel yourself moan against his lips more than you hear it.

Your heart is speeding up, thumping in your chest and with your elevated body temperature, it feels like it’s pounding against your ribs.

Once you start touching him, it’s impossible to stop. His chest is wet against yours, your bodies pressed together and your hands wandering with an urgency that would have you thinking you’ve never touched him before. You’re desperate and the humidity does nothing to help you both think coherently. You aren’t thinking about what might happen if someone walks in. You aren’t thinking about the fact that if they did, they’d catch you and the CEO all over each other. You certainly aren’t thinking of any of the consequences that would follow.

“Fuck, you’re desperate.” He rumbles out a low groan against your lips, his fingers pulling the bottoms of your bikini to one side to let his fingertips graze your soft folds. You’re soaking wet but it’s very distinctly nothing to do with the fact you’re currently in a steam room. The slickness of your arousal is unmistakable, not to mention the all too evident desperation in the way you roll your hips into his touch, silently begging for more. “You could take me right now.” His fingers tease your entrance, testing the resistance from your body and it’s delightful to feel him slipping into you so smoothly.

“You’re filthy, you know that? Getting fucked in a steam room knowing anyone could walk in and see you. Anyone could see what a slut you are for me.” His ‘for me’ hits you hard because this is only for him. You wouldn’t do this with anyone else. You wouldn’t ask anyone else to do the depraved things you ask him to do. All of the darkest, filthiest thoughts you have are about the man who’s now got you seated in his lap, your back to his chest with your swimwear tugged to the side so he can tease your cunt with his throbbing length, rather than his fingers.

“Beg me for it.” Confidence drips from his tone and he’s got every right to be this confident. You’ve never wanted sex as often as you have since you met him. Your sex drive goes through the roof when he’s around, a testament to how comfortable and confident he makes you feel. He makes you feel desired and God, you want to be desired.

The head of his dick strokes the softest part of your body, teasing from your entrance to your clit and back again. You have no doubt he’s smearing his precum over your cunt, claiming you. The thought alone makes your walls flutter.

“Please fuck me. Hurry up, Bucky, please.” You sound pathetic and it only makes you wetter. Only he gets you like this. There’s not a hope in hell you’d beg anyone else for anything at all. Anything you need, you can do for yourself. Except this. He’s let you feel safe and able to live out your wildest fantasies and that’s not something you’d experience with just anyone.

You feel him hum, kissing your shoulders, lowering you down onto his tip and stopping after the head has just slipped inside you.

The first glide into your body always leaves you breathless but this isn’t it. He isn’t fully inside you yet and he’s stopped already. “Just the tip, sweetheart. That’s all you’re getting. Unless you act like the little slut I know you want to be.” He kisses down your neck, as far down your spine as the angle allows him to reach before licking back up and the shiver it sends through your body feels like a cold electric current.

“You’re delicious. Go on, be a good whore for me. Take what you need.” You don’t need to be told twice, lowering yourself to take the rest of his length. He glides into you beautifully, sliding into the wet, inviting heat between your legs.

“Oh God, that’s it. Stupid girl. Acting like you’re just a hole for me to fuck. Maybe you are?” He knows that will get to you. You’re more than that.

Your head shakes, your hips rolling mindlessly, your body enjoying his presence inside you of it’s own accord. “I- I’m not just a hole.” You argue, trying to stifle your own moan at the feeling of him rubbing against the soft little sweet spot inside you.

“You’re not. I know you’re not. But for now, sweetheart, that’s all I want you to be. You’re just a pretty little hole and I’m going to make you cum like it’s all you’re good for.” You didn’t expect the punch to your chest that his kindness delivers but it’s appreciated all the same.

His hand cradles your throat, applying just a nice amount of pleasure. The humidity was already dizzying but Bucky’s grip on your neck adds another dimension.

“God, the way you gripped me when I put my hand on your neck. Pretty little pussy just doesn’t want me to pull out.” He’s rutting into you, groaning against your shoulder but he still can’t drown out the obscene sounds of wet skin on wet skin.

“Feels perfect.” You feel your eyes rolling back in your head, barely able to string more words together than that.

“No sweetheart, you feel perfect. Fuckin’ made for me. Pretty little stupid fuck toy.” His free hand squeezes and massages your breasts in turn, giving each of them the attention they deserve while he fucks himself into you. “You’re dripping. Fuck, you were made for this.”

You grip the wrist of the hand that’s massaging your breasts, trailing it down your body to settle between your legs. “Can’t even tell me what you want, can you? Can’t manage the words anymore. Did my cock make you that stupid already?”

You nod and it only makes him chuckle, rubbing your clit almost entirely out of sympathy.

Deep breaths don’t help. The steam feels like it’s catching in the back of your throat with every breath but it only heightens the pleasure.

“I want you to cum. Now. I want to fuck you full while your cunt is trying to milk every drop from me. You got that?”

“Faster.” You plead, right on the edge of slipping into an unbearably intense orgasm. Bucky obliges, rubbing your clit faster, tightening his grip on your neck just a little and it sends you spiralling, your walls clamping around him so tight, it coaxes him to spill his release into your body.

You hardly notice his climax until the crest of your own subsides. “Such a perfect cunt. Fuck, I can’t stop.” His forehead rests on your damp shoulder, panting and groaning as he fills your body with ropes of cum. It’s messy and rushed but it’s an overwhelming ecstasy and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

When he’s entirely spent, he lets his hand fall from your throat but that does nothing to help you take a deep breath. Water drips rhythmically from the ceiling onto the bench beside you both while your bodies separate and you allow yourselves a few seconds to enjoy being together.

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lovedazai · 11 months

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SAFETY NET

about after you watch dazai nearly die, you can’t be close enough to him.

ft. dazai + f!reader, emotional hurt/comfort, injuries & blood, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), references to dazai’s scars, reader is v teary eyed...mdni !!

p.s! ⊹˚. happy dazai day ⸝⸝˃ᴗ˂⸝⸝‬ !! in honor of the birthday boy i decided to make my nsfw debut

this is it, you think. dazai is really going to die this time.

you can't look away, even when you're certain he's going to be killed, right there in front of you. it's only your survival instincts and the mental image of the horrified look you know will be on his face that stop you from running out to him.

but of course, he survives; he always does. you don't remember when you got to his side; all you know is the enemy is down, and now you're clinging to him so hard, you can feel the imprint of your nails through his jacket.

"i must've died and gone to heaven after all," he jokes, voice sugary sweet. you shakily exhale through your mouth, forcing yourself to keep breathing. you’re so dizzy in your relief, you barely hear the soft call of your name.

you can feel his gaze on the top of your head before he hugs you back, hand resting between your shoulder blades while the other cradles the back of your head. he murmurs reassurances of it's okay, my love and i'm still here as your breathing regulates, timing the rise and fall of your chest to his own.

when you peek up at him, his smile is bittersweet and blurred through your dewy lashes. he catches a tear with his thumb, fingers settling on your jaw to keep your gaze on him. your eyes fall to the bright red mark on his cheek, certain to form into a nasty bruise. it's the same cheek you brushed rice from as you ate breakfast that morning. the lips you kissed when you woke up are split open, and the bangs you threaded your fingers through are congealed with his own blood.

"i thought you were going to die." saying it out loud finally makes you break, and you hide your face in his chest before your throat can close, arms sneaking beneath his jacket to wrap around him completely as your tears soak into his shirt.

"i didn't, though," he whispers into your hair, lips lingering on the crown of your head. with the way he's holding you up, you'd think you were the injured one. "i wouldn't let just anyone take me away from you so easily."

you orbit around him for the rest of the day.

your fingers are intertwined with his as his feet lazily kick against the exam bed while he gets his after mission checkup. your legs are splayed across his lap as he flips through his paperwork halfheartedly, much more interested in drawing hearts with his finger on the skin of your thighs. your arm is intertwined with his as you walk back to the dorms, stuck to his side, even when the sidewalks are empty, and the midafternoon sun makes your skin stick to his bandages. you only let go when the both of you are safely in his room, and he closes the door behind you.

you go through your after mission routine as if you were on auto-pilot. you grab your fluffiest towel, turning on the shower and making sure the water isn't too hot as he strips off his clothes. he leaves you with a kiss to your forehead before he disappears behind the bathroom door, and you're left alone with your thoughts.

you strip out of your work clothes, eye catching the dried stain of his blood on your shirt. you toss it aside as quickly as you saw it, grabbing a button down from his side of the closet. the sleeves hang off your hands, and you hold them up to your face, pressing your nose into the soft fabric.

you try to distract yourself by listening to the sound of water and watching the dust dance around through the beam of sunlight pooling in through his window as you fidget with the last button on his shirt. when he comes out, he's freshly bandaged, wearing the shirt he bought on your away mission to okinawa and the pajama pants you got him when you insisted he needed more comfy clothes. your dazai.

he sighs as he falls back against his futon lazily. he turns his face towards you, light catching in his pretty brown eyes. you thread your fingers through his hair; it's still a little damp, and the floral scent tells you he used your shampoo. his arms widen in an invitation for you to cuddle to his chest, lips pulling into a pout, as if he needed to try to convince you.

you're careful not to touch any of his injuries as you curl into his side. you nuzzle your face in his neck as his hand settles on your hip, your own resting against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. being held by dazai is usually your reprieve, but now, your chest tightens in anxiety; your shirt feels irritatingly thick, and even close enough to feel him breathe, you can't help but think it isn't enough.

your hand drifts from his chest to sneak under his shirt, resting against the edge of his ribcage. your thumb rubs across the raised skin of a stray scar as he shivers, fingers tightening on your waist. your hands cradle his sides where they can; there are rare spots on dazai’s skin that aren’t covered in bandages, and you linger on the warmth they offer, but it still isn’t close enough to quell the uneasiness curling around your ribs.

he whines when you sit up, but it slowly fades into a look of intrigue as you pull your shirt off. his hands fall to your lower back, grazing the elastic of your panties as you settle against his chest again, arching back into his hold. you rub your thumb across the cut on his lip, already scabbed over. gentle enough not to reopen the wound, you press your mouth to his, fingers skimming across the soft edge of his gauze as you cup his cheek. your other hand falls to the waistband of his pants, trying to undo the messily tied drawstring without detaching too far from him when he pulls away.

"do you really want to do this now?" you've never seen him so hesitant to take his pants off around you.

"yes," you pull against the fabric stubbornly. "i need to be closer. 'ts not enough."

you can feel his exhale through his nose as he presses his lips to your forehead, rubbing his hand up the curve of your spine.

"i put you through a lot today, didn't i?" you nod, eyes closing as his lips brush against your forehead again. he pulls your hand from his waistband, kissing along your knuckles as he sits up onto his forearms. "let me make it up to you, my darling."

even when you get off of him, he doesn't let you get too far. you slip off your pants and underwear as he undresses, left only in his second skin made of cotton before he lays you back down. his smile lacks his usual mischief, but there's still the glimmer in his eye that only shines when he's hovering above you like this.

his fingertips brush against your ear as he holds your face, working your lips open enough for this tongue to press inside. his nose nudges yours, and he pulls away just far enough for him to tilt your jaw. he kisses past the racing pulse point on your neck, nipping at the sensitive spot above your collarbones, until he finally reaches your heaving chest.

his hands graciously squeeze your breasts, thumbs circling around your nipples before he gently pinches them between his fingers and tugs. his hold lingers as his lips trail further down, until he reaches your stomach. you meet his eyes as his nose brushes your bellybutton, looking up at you as he blows a raspberry against your skin, beaming at the sound of your giggle.

"there's that pretty smile," he kisses the same spot before he scoots down, kneeled between you.

you widen your legs for him, reaching your hand down to run your nails against his scalp. he cups your thighs to open you further, lightly nipping at the soft, sensitive part of your skin. you shiver when his warm breath reaches your bare cunt, his tongue poking out to kitten lick against your clit. you can feel his smile against your skin when you whine, pulling him closer by his hair as he draws slow circles with his tongue. you start to squirm the faster he gets, and he presses a hand to your stomach to keep you still, the other teasing your entrance. he slips a finger inside you as his lips curl around your folds, easing another one in and curling it just right for your muscles go taut. your hand fists his hair, and he lets out a pretty whine when you tug a little too hard, a whimper of your own leaving your throat when it vibrates against you.

“wait,” it comes out as more of a sigh than a spoken word. he presses a kiss to your clit before he pulls back, your wetness smeared across his lips. goosebumps rise across your stomach as the warmth of his hand leaves you to stroke his swollen cock, and you watch little beads of pre leak out of his tip. “osamu,” your eyes water; you feel so cold without him touching you. “need you inside. now, please.”

he smiles, leaning down to brush your bangs out of your eyes before you grab his hand away, pressing a kiss to his palm. “i can never deny my pretty girl, especially when she's asking so nicely.”

you huff when his lips just barely brush against yours, leaning up to follow and meet in the middle as he caresses the outer skin of your thighs, pressing you down into his futon. his breath stalls as he pushes inside you, stretching you out in your favorite way; it's exactly what you needed, and you feel yourself sag backwards in relief. your lips are parted in a satisfied sigh, eyes heavy and lidded when you look up at him.

“beautiful,” he grabs your hand to kiss the side of your wrist, threading his fingers with your own and pressing them against the fabric of his quilt. he leans down until he’s so close, your chests graze one another, and you whine as his bandages rub against your sensitive nipples. “my beautiful girl, i can't believe you're all mine.”

you barely get out a yes, body melting when he starts to thrust. you squeeze his hand, the other gripping his bandaged arm as you try to match his pace.

even in his softness, he makes sure your body falls pliant beneath his own. he lifts your waist to go the slightest bit deeper, and it’s enough to graze that spot inside you that makes your toes curl and heart stop. he grins when you tense, crying out as your eyelids flutter. he hits it with the kind of precision only he can manage, groaning as you tighten around him.

“keep going,” you slot your lips against his sloppily, matching his thrusts as best you can with his body pressed down on you. “fuck, please, please keep going.”

you feel like you’re completely surrounded by him, and you try not to cry now of all times. you cross your ankles over his torso, tugging on his hair until he's as close as possible. you bury your sniffles in his neck, watery moans falling from your lips; he only thrusts harder when your nails dig into his bandages from where your arms wrap around his shoulders. you’re so close, and you cling to him, body tightening around him in every way possible. if you cling hard enough, maybe he’ll never leave again, always safe in your arms.

“i have you,” his breathes against your skin. “you can let go, it’s okay.”

you jolt when he touches your clit with his fingertips, circling it once, twice, and then you’re done for.

"i know, bella," he shushes you, kissing away your tears as you cum. you can barely process his gentle words, legs spasming against him as you release. the sound of skin and the squelch of your cunt is muffled as you start to come down, hips stalling from where they were thrusting upward into his own as your body goes limp from pleasure.

dazai's movements are growing messy, moans pitchy and strained, and you know he’s close too. you tighten your sore legs around his waist as his movements start to stutter. he pulls himself up on his knees to get as deep inside as possible, your heels digging into his back only encouraging him. he nuzzles his face into your neck as he cums, his sweet noises tickling the skin of your throat. you’re warm from the inside out, body sweaty and full as you hold him close as you can.

after a few moments of silence, your ankles slide off his body, nails gently playing with the baby hairs along his nape. your muscles finally release their tension as he pulls out, looking down at the little dribble of cum that leaks from you. he lifts his gaze to your face; your eyes are half lidded and unfocused, cheeks flushed a pretty pink.

“hey,” your eyes lazily shift to his. his hair is even messier than usual, his cheeks rosy and lips swollen. he looks so pretty, even with the gauze on his face, and your lips quiver thinking that you could’ve never seen him like this again. he taps his thumb against your jaw to get you to focus. “i’m right here.”

he exhales through his nose softly, laying his head down on your chest, offering you his hand to fidget with, the other finding it's place back on your hip.

“you know i always fear you’ll be taken from me,” his grip tightens on you protectively. “but knowing you feel the same hurts nearly just as much. you shouldn’t have to live with that burden, my love,” you focus on his fingers, bending and unbending them between your own; you’re certain if you do anything else, you really won't be able to stop crying. “to have someone like you care for someone like me so deeply…i don’t deserve it.”

you put your finger under his chin, tilting it up so he meets your eyes.

“i could never live without you, osamu.” you press a kiss to his lips when they open to speak. “you don’t have to believe me. i’m not going anywhere as long as you’re not either,” you brush his bangs back enough to press a kiss to his forehead, wishing that it could be so easy to soothe his mind. “it’s time for you to trust me now, okay?”

“...okay,” he whispers. he presses a kiss to your neck, right against your calming pulse. “i didn’t mean to scare you today.”

you feel the pressure behind your eyes building again, and he lifts his head when he hears your breath catch in your throat.

“no more of that, okay?” you nod, using the rough skin of his scabbed lips to ground you as he kisses every inch of your face before settling on your mouth. he nibbles the edge of your lip, soothing the spot with his tongue.

“is it too early to go to sleep?”

“it’s never too early for that,” he grins, poking the tip of your nose with his finger. “today was exhausting, wasn’t it?”

"mhm," your eyes are already heavy when he lays his head back down on your chest. the weight comforts you, as your heartbeat slows, adjusting to beat in time with his own.

you’re only barely awake when you feel him press a lingering kiss to the center of your chest.

“i’m sorry,” he whispers. “you know i couldn't live without you either."

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dog tags || kyle “gaz” garrick

gaz x male!reader

warnings: general smut warning, top!gaz, bottom!reader, praise, degradation, edging, overstimulation, oral (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), penetration (reader receiving), breeding kink mention

18+ // MDNI

based on this headcannon post (nearing the end) and this post

wore count: 3.4k

note: i fought demons.

synopsis: gaz really likes you wearing his dogtags.

it’s a quiet day in your apartment. both you and kyle enjoying a day in. your head was resting on his thigh and his hand kept carressing your head. neither of you speaking, instead watching the show on the television.

you had decided a while ago, what show the two of you would watch together. interested in the show, you don’t notice kyle’s gaze on you.

“hey doll?” he says.

you hum, acknowledging him.

“come here.”

you look up at him, slightly confused as to what he means.

it’s when he taps his lap when you realize where he wants you. you move to sit up and smile softly at him, your body moving to sit on his lap. his hands move to your waist once you’re situated, humming contently as he feels you close to him.

“missed you a lot,” he whispers.

you look down at him, a hand wrapping the back of his neck, your fingers slightly scratching him.

“i missed you too,” you reply truthfully.

it was always hard, being away from kyle when he goes off on missions. you don’t press for details, never do. you let him talk about them if he wants — funny moments here and there. he tells you about jokes ghost and soap said on comms and about moments between him and price.

when kyle comes back — because he always comes back — the two of you stay close to each other. always wanting to be around each other, soak up what you two missed and for the next time he left.

kyle keeps his hands on your waist for a bit and then starts to move them up your body, his fingers grazing your side lovingly. he moves his hands higher and higher, grasping your face softly as he moves you down to be able to kiss you.

the way kyle kisses you depends on the mood between the two of you.

when he sees you after being deployed, he kisses you sweetly. it’s full of longing, a lingering message of i love you and i missed you.

when it’s morning, he kisses you softly. a small kiss, nothing too long for it’s just morning. he whines when you try to get up, his hand around your waist tightens and then you whine that you have to use the restroom. he kisses you softly, lovingly. it’s full of i love yous and im happy.

sometimes, the kisses are short. a small peck while the two of you dance around the kitchen as yall cook. these kisses are full of laughter, full of joy.

other times, they’re lustful. they have an end goal, kyle wanting you under him moaning and all fucked out on his cock.

this kiss, this kiss is lustful.

his hold on your face hardened slightly and he keeps pushing up against you. you whine quietly into the kiss. it’s passionate. his tongue enters your mouth, exploring it even though he has done this a million times.

when you pull back, you’re breathless. kyle chases after your lips in a daze and there’s a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

“kyle,” you whisper.

you don’t get to finish, he kisses you again. you whine into the kiss. you can feel yourself buck against kyle’s hips and the both of you moan into the kiss.

he smiles against the kiss and he pulls back. this time, you’re the one going after his lips.

kyle moves a hand from your face down to your neck. his finger traces the chain around your neck and then he pulls the necklace out from under your shirt.

his dogtags.

you had asked him once, why he didn’t just leave them with you. he answered that if he could he would, but regulations wouldn’t allow him too.

“my pretty boy,” he whispers. “keeping it safe for me hm?”

you laugh softly at that and nod your head. you know what’s coming. to you, kyle is easy to read. his pupils seem to dilate at the sight of you wearing his tags and he hums contently as he sees his dog tags laying comfortably on your chest.

he stays silent as he drinks in the sight of you on his lap, with his claim on you.

kyle looks at you with adoration in his eyes. you feel your cheeks warming up and your turn your head away from him, trying to aviod looking into his eyes.

“oh no baby,” he says as he grabs your face to look at him. “no need to be shy pretty boy.”

there’s a small pout on your lips as he makes you hold eye contact with him. he smiles at you, a little too cocky for your liking.

“what are you thinking about kyle?” you ask softly, grinding slowly against him. “what’s got you excited?”

kyle moves the other hand from your face to the back of your neck, playing with your hair. meanwhile, his other hand moves down to your waist, squeezing it.

“you know what darlin..” he says lowly.

“indulge me.”

he moves his eyes from his dog tags on your chest to your eyes. he tilts his head as he smirks up at you.

“you’re a real pretty thing darlin,” he purrs. “my pretty boy, yeah?”

the hand that was on your neck moves to the chain and tugs you down. your face inches away from him.

“this?” he says, twirling the chain around his finger. “this makes you mine.”

he leans forward and bites your lip and pulls back.

“kyle-” you start.

“yeah baby? what is it?” he asks with a faux pout.

you huff out a breath and squirm on his lap. kyle’s grip on your waist tightens even more and you let out a soft laugh. he tugs softly at the necklace around your neck, signaling you to kiss him.

you lower your head and kiss him. your hands move to his shoulder to the back of his head to pull him closer. both of you grind against each other, a shaky moan leaving both your lips.

“fuck, up baby come on.” he whispers as he pulls away. “bedroom. come on.”

you laugh softly and as you climb off his lap and go to stand up he squeezes your ass. he stands behind you, his hands on your waist as he grinds against you.

“wanna bend you over and fuck you right here daring,” he whispers against your ear.

you whine softly. “why don’t you?”

“haven’t prepped you, can’t hurt you just because im horny can i baby?”

you hum softly and place your hands on top of his.

“okay,” you say softly. “come on then.”

the walk to the bedroom isn’t long. kyle walks closely behind you nipping at your neck. it isn’t until you reach the room and close the door he fully gets on you.

he pushes you against the door and grabs your face, kisses you passionately. he nips at your bottom lip and smiles against your lips when he feels your hips buck up trying to find some friction.

“always so needy,” he mumbles against your lips.

he moves to place a thigh between your legs and presses against your crotch.

“go on darling, take what you need.”

you whine as he kisses you again, just as hard as before. you grind against his thigh and moan into the kiss. kyle eats your moans greedily.

he moves his lips away from yours and starts to trail kisses down. he bites against your jaw and sucks softly against the skin. your breath hitches and you grip onto his shoulders.

he continues to move downwards, his lips on your neck now. he leaves wet kisses and sucks on the skin. he bites the skin connecting your neck and shoulder which causes you to gasp.

“mm?” kyle hums against your skin. “hurt?”

you swallow thickly and shake your head. “nono, ‘s fine.”

he kisses the same spot he bit you and moved to unbuckle your jeans.

“this ok?” he whispers softly.

“mhm, it’s okay.” you reply.

he hums softly and fully unbuckles your jeans. he goes down onto his knees and pulls your jeans down.

“look at you baby, so needy,” he muses.

you huff out a laugh and place your hand on the back of his neck.

“such a pretty boy,” he continues.

“come on ky, don’t be a tease,” you tell him.

“baby you know i could be way worse of a tease.”

kyle then moves to kiss your cock through your briefs, his mouth warm against you.

“fuck-” you whimper.

you feel him laugh against you. his tongue then moves to lick you through your briefs, leaving wet marks against you. your grip tightens against his neck and pulls back.

“nuh uh darling, not like that.” he reperminds you.

you nod slowly and move your hand away from his neck, placing it on top of his head.

kyle smiled up at you and then moved to pull your briefs down. your breath hitched as the cold air hit your tip.

it didn’t take long dor kyle to continue teasing you.

he wrapped his hand around the base and gave you a couple dry strokes. you whined softly and thrusted into his grip and he looked up at you, giving you a warning.

he then moved to lick your tip, keeping his grip around your base.

“ky-”

“be patient darling.”

his lips wrapped around your tip and you let out a soft groan. your eyes moved to look at kyle and he was already looking at you. he then moved his head forward, taking more of you. he stilled and kept a hand on your hip to prevent you from thrusting into his mouth.

this other hand was still on you, what he couldn’t fit he would stroke in time with the way he bobbed his head.

whenever you let out a moan, he hummed appreciatively around you.

kyle could feel your legs start to shake and your stomach tense.

he kept going for a little longer before pulling back which got a whine from you.

when you looked down at him he gave you a smirk and got up from the ground. he tugged at his dogtags around your neck and then walked to the bed, his finger still hooked on the chain making you follow him.

he pushed down onto the bed and took off his jeans and briefs. he sat down on your lap and started kissing you again.

it was slow. his hands holding onto your face as he grinded softly against you, both of you moaning into the kiss. you move to grab onto his hips, helping him grind against you.

kyle chuckles as he moves his lips onto your jaw, biting softy again. he moves a hand down your body and wraps it around both of you.

“spit,” he tells you.

his voice is commanding and you obey. you spit onto your cocks and watch as he starts to stroke both of you.

your grip around his hips tighten as you watch. kyle takes that opportunity to kiss your neck again, biting and sucking your skin.

“let me tell you what i plan to do to you yeah?” he whispers against your neck. “i’m gonna finger you, get you ready for me. i’m gonna have you come untouched, just by my fingers in you.”

his grip tightens and you whine loudly, throwing your head back.

“and then, i’m going to continue fingering you. i’m gonna make you bed for my cock and then…” he bites hard onto your neck, causing you to let out a broken moan. “then i’m going to fuck you slowly at first. i want to hear you bed for me. then, if you’re a good boy, i’ll give you what you want.”

his words are broken with moans as he starts to go faster. you moan as his pace quickens, as his words sink in.

“then, i’ll let you cum on my cock. that sound good baby? you gonna cum on my cock like a good boy?” he asks seductively.

“mhm- fuck yes kyle- fuck whatever you want.” you whine as you thrust your hips into his hand.

“maybe.. if you bed even more. i’ll cum in you. want me to breed you?” he whispers against your skin.

he’s looking up at you, his lips against your neck. you twitch in his hand and he chuckles, biting your neck softly.

“oh you like that don’t you?” he asks confidently. “you want me to breed you baby?”

“kyle,” you whine.

“yes? or no darling?” he asks.

“mhm, yes. yesyes please.”

you can feel him smile against your neck and his pace slows down.

“lay down baby, come on now.” he tells you.

you follow his instructions easily.

“now that’s a good boy,” he whispers softly.

he grabs the lube from the bedside table and hovers over you.

“bring your knees up,” he tells you. “good boy.”

he opens the cap and puts some on his fingers. he moves his hand down and teases your entrance with a finger. it causes you to buck your lips with a pout on your lips.

“come on don’t tease kyle,” you whine. “not right now. please.”

he chuckles softly and nods his head with a fake pout on his lips.

“okay darling,” he tells you. “alright then.”

when the first finger goes in, you let out a shaky breath. he stays still and when you nod your head he starts to thrust the finger in and out of you.

he watches your face as he does so. when you ask for another finger he gives it to you. he watches as you whine and your eyes flutter close.

“good boy,” he praises. “you’re doing so good for me.”

he continues to slowly thrust. he keeps his eyes on you and it overwhelms you. you can feel your cheeks warming up and you whine softly.

it’s when he curls his fingers, hitting your prostate, when you let out a choked moan. your back arches off the bed and he smiles cockily at you.

“mm.. here?” he asks as he hits your prostate again.

his eyes are on you as you moan again, nodding your head frantically as he continues to hit your prostate. he leans down to kiss you and inserts a third finger while you’re distracted.

the stretch is there, the pain dull with how often he hits your prostate.

“look so pretty baby,” he mutters. “look at how well you’re taking my fingers darling.”

you whine, your eyes closed due to the pleasure of how often he’s hitting your prostate. you can feel his other hand on your skin and then you feel him tug at the chain.

“i said look,” he tells you.

you whine as you open your eyes, choke out a moan when you see how his fingers keep going in and out of you.

“good boy,” he coos.

he keeps his eyes on your face as you watch his fingers. his eyes drift down towards your cock and hums softly.

“you’re dripping darling,” he whispers. “look at yourself. such a pathetic boy, so needy for my cock huh?”

“mhm fuck.”

he coos at you and kisses you. you feel your stomach tighten and kyle chuckles.

“clenching around me?” he whispers into the kiss. “you gonna cum?”

you whine. “my cock-”

“no baby, on my fingers or i won’t let you cum at all,” he reminds you. “don’t you want to be good for me?”

you whine as you nod your head. broken moans leaving your lips as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of you. your eyes fall closed and kyle doesn’t bother reprimanding you.

it’s when you feel your cock twitch, your back arching, when you know you’re about to cum.

“ky-” you moan. “kyle can i-”

“go ahead baby, cum on my fingers.”

you feel your cum hit your stomach and chest and you moan kyle’s name. you try catching your breath as you come down your high and whine at the feeling of overstimulation as kyle continues to finger you.

“one more baby, then i’ll give you my cock okay?” he asks. “that okay darling.”

you let out a moan, “yes- fuck. yes.”

he smiles and kisses you softly as he continues. he changes his pace a couple times, wanting to draw out the time between your orgasmas.

he chuckles softly as you clench around his fingers again.

“go on baby,” he tells you. “cum whenever you want.”

you cum again, spraying all over yourself again and he slowly pulls his fingers out of you.

you whine at the loss and he kisses your forehead.

“still okay?” he asks.

“yeah,” you reply softly.

he pours lube on his cock and strokes himself a couple times before lining up agaisnt your hole.

he goes in slowly. the stretch hurting a little bit even though he prepped you earlier. you whimper softly as you grip onto his shoulders, nails digging in.

“take what you need daring,” he says.

he continues to go in and when he bottoms out both of you moan. he stays still for a minute, giving you time to adjust to

him. you squirm a little bit and nod at him.

“you can move,” you tell him.

he hums softly and moves slowly at first. he watches as your face twists in pleasure and your grip on his shoulder loosens a little.

one hand moves down onto the bed sheets and he grabs it, intertwining your fingers together.

“so good for me baby,” he praises. “such a good boy for me.”

he stays at the same pace and you remember his words from earlier.

“more,” you whisper softly.

“hm?” he asks.

“faster kyle please,” you beg.

“like.. this?”

he picks up his pace but his thrusts are shallow. you whine at the change and shake your head.

“harder too,” you whine. “please kyle- you know you want to- fuck.”

he starts to thrust harder against you. his hand tightening around yours. your hand on his shoulder starts to dig in again. you open your eyes to see him watching the chain around your neck.

“fuck kyle, you like it that much on me?” you asks, your words broken by moans.

“you think i wouldn’t baby?” he asks as he thrust harsher into you. “it’s my mark on you. my claim.”

you moan at that.

“means you’re mine,” he continues. “my boy. my boyfriend. mine.”

you nod your head frantically.

“yours kyle. only yours.”

he hums softly. you clench around him again, overstimulated from your previous two orgasams.

“gonna cum baby?” he asks.

you nod.

“go ahead baby,” he tells you.

“no,” you whine. “wanna- fuck wanna cum with you.”

he groans at that and picks up his pace. his hand tightening against yours. you feel him twitch inside of you and you moan.

kyle revels in your noises so you keep making them.

“go on baby, cum for me yeah?” he says. “go ahead. be a good boy.”

at that, you cum for the third time. once more spilling onto your stomach and chest.

kyle thrusts into you a couple more times and then spills into you. it feels warm and you whine at the feeling.

both of you pant and once coming down from your highs, you kiss each other softly.

“gonna pull out now,” he whispers.

you nod your head and whimper as he does so. you feel him spill out of you and you crinkle your nose.

“i’ll be back,” he says as he kisses your forehead.

he comes back with a warm washcloth and a glass of water. he cleans your legs and makes sure to get off your cum and his.

you drink some water and hand him the glass. he takes a couple sips and once both of you are ready, he leans down next to you.

you lean into him as he wraps his arms around your waist. a hand going back to trace the chain on your neck.

“you really do like it huh,” you tease.

“i really do,” he replies. “means you’re mine.”

you hum at that and give him a quick kiss.

“i love you,” you tell him.

“i love you,” he replies, squeezing your waist.

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chihoshisai · 1 month

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Sweet Overtime

Nanami x Reader

cw : established relationship, kissing, nanami is madly in love, fluff fluff fluff and feelings // wc : 1.4K

Nanami hated overtime.

Regardless of whether he worked for his unfulfilling past office job or as a current sorcerer, heaven would have more chance to fall down before he would clock out one minute later. It was an iron tight rule he had set for himself, to have control over his life after having his youth robbed by the constant going of society. But rules were meant to be broken, bent and sometimes ignored, as they served no purpose but to regulate and guide. All things considered, exceptions were a part of life and even Nanami had no control over it.

You were an anomaly that came walking into his life, slowly and tenaciously clawing its way into his heart. At first, he disliked you like he did towards some other sorcerers — someone crazy enough to willingly do and enjoy the dangerous living of being a sorcerer. Someone who must’ve been completely out of their mind to fall for a fellow coworker and shamelessly pursue them at that too. But your consistency was enough for an opening to form in his heart, like a flower, it started as a sprout before blooming and leading to the complete surrender of Nanami’s feelings towards everything that partook in your existence.

Despite his reserved attitude, he quickly acclimated himself to his role as your beloved — going on dates, the late night conversations, the emotional and physical intimacy which he insisted what mattered the most was what you liked, what you enjoyed while he promptly followed through. The hardest part was the vulnerability he had to learn to share with another, as you guided him through the thorny path of allowing himself to rely and lean on a fellow jujutsu sorcerer — who could lose their life at any moment.

Despite all that, Nanami made it a point to separate all sentimentality while both of you worked — no sweet words, no stolen intimate moments. He treated you professionally.

And it slightly annoyed you, as you persistently tried to create opportunities that would make him fold only to fail miserably. Whispering honeyed remarks when no one was around, purposefully brushing your body against his claiming it was an accident and out of desperation, blowing a kiss in his direction. Though to be fair the last one did cause his face to flush. But his crimson self was the only act of fondness towards you that Nanami allowed himself to show. Even when his skin burned with desire for you, he knew better than to act on his incessant yearning.

“Such behavior has no place here,” he would scold with his usual flat voice. But his eyes would soften at the look of your pouty lips as he whispered in a gentler tone, “we'll have plenty of time once we’re home.”

The spoken words alongside the love filled expression of Nanami were enough for you to be willing to compromise, whilst a surge of motivation coursed through your body in order to finish your tasks of the day. After all, there was no mistaking that his affection knew no bounds once the veil of privacy was casted between the two of you, unraveling the mutual pining that he skillfully hid during the day.

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Today was just like the others — dull, boring but fulfilling enough as he had gotten the chance to exorcize another curse. With the clock that silently showed the passing of time, teasingly hinting towards the end of the day, Nanami’s longing for you had grown impatient due to your absence as he finished putting in order his report for the day. Earlier this morning you had left for a mission, depriving him of the usual sweet teasing he had taken for granted.

While images of yourself danced in his mind, he was reminded of the way your lips curved to form a smile, how your eyes brimmed with delight anytime something catched your attention and most importantly the unparalleled warmth he felt everytime you uttered his name. His feelings overflowed like a waterfall and he just wanted to be done with this day so damn much.

He just wanted to see you.

Dutifully focused on his task, Nanami didn’t notice the door you slowly opened as you poked your head through the entrance, just enough to see inside.

“Kento,” your light voice floated to his ears and he perked his head up. The tender smile that emerged from his lip, sincere while also revealing the depth of his emotions at your sight, was enough to send a slight flush across your face. And following with a grin, you slid your body through the door and walked towards his desk, keeping eye contact with him, taking notice of the churning sensation that blossomed down in your stomach.

“Aren’t you done yet?” You asked, well aware of the current time while sitting down in one of the chairs opposite his desk, eyes darting from his overwhelming paperwork to his sunglasses.

“Almost love,” he responded in a tender tone.

“Then I’ll wait,” you said on a hum, when in reality the need to tease him danced in your mind but you digressed in respect for his boundaries. Instead, you went to stroll around the room, letting your eyes trail alongside the endless bookshelves.

Stealing glances at your pacing self in his office, Nanami promised himself not to get distracted by your taunts, even when his heart raced alongside the daydreams that previously filled his mind like soft rays of sunrise. But as none came, Nanami felt slightly disappointed at the lack of attention and before he knew it, the clock turned to five and he promptly put aside everything work related and his mind went on to focus on your nearby existence.

Seeing as you still stood eyeing the bookshelves, Nanami discreetly went to wrap his arm around your waist from behind, gently holding and pulling you towards him as he did so and owning himself a slight gasp from your lips.

“That surprised me,” you said in a chuckle, as your skin prinkled at the touch of his fingers sliding around your waist. “Should we head home if you’re done?” You inquired, aware that Nanami disliked spending unnecessary time working as a sorcerer.

“In a bit,” he whispered in your ear, “let me stay like this for a bit longer love,” he breathed down your neck, lips brushing your skin and draping you with his warmth. He had missed you. So much that he was willing to compromise on his unbreakable rule, enjoying this sweet moment he decided to bestow upon himself. A day apart was all it took for Nanami to abandon his principles, while he used his arms to make you face him, and bathe in your blushing face — his whole world.

With a racing heart, you let your eyes lurk over his lips in an obvious manner, as your hands moved upward to grip his broad shoulders. His breath mingling with yours increased your desire to close the distance, but you felt unsure whether Nanami would be alright to cross such a line at work. For that reason, you pondered on the thought of speaking your worries aloud or letting the tension speak for itself.

But your thoughts alongside your moment got quickly interrupted by the abrupt opening of the door and alongside it, the unsuspecting sight of Gojo. Who with a sly smile let his voice boom throughout the room. “Please don’t mind me and do continue,” Gojo chuckled, well aware that he was clearly interrupting. You eyed him, internally cursing the white haired man for his timing and how he made no attempt whatsoever of returning the privacy he had stolen.

Nanami however had kept his gaze on you all this time despite the disruption — he knew better than to indulge Gojo by giving him any form of attention. Instead, as he saw how your eyes had been robbed from his sight, Nanami grabbed your chin to redirect your focus on him. And while looking at your momentarily surprised face, he united his lips against yours, offering a kiss that hinted at his day long yearning and desire for you. It was only when the sound of the closing door which indicated Gojo’s departure that Nanami allowed his hand to reign free atop your body — one seizing your waist and the other ruffling your hair. His heart throbbed at the intimacy your presence offered and with much regret, he parted from the kiss, forbidding himself to go further for the sake of unraveling the deepest parts of your body only in the shared sanctuary that consisted of your place.

“Let’s go home,” Nanami whispered, cupping your cheeks and smiling at the face that intoxicated every fiber of his body.

You hummed in approval and felt Nanami slide his hand to weave his fingers alongside yours while he went and guided the way out and to more intimate moments.

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delirious-donna · 3 months

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tw: female reader, suggestive, Hajime Iwaizumi (yes he needs a trigger warning cause have you seen that man?!), body worship (I guess?)

Sweat glistened on his broad back. The vest he had been wearing long since discarded into a crumpled ball in the corner. You watched from the doorway, leaning against the frame for support whilst Iwa pulled himself into his fourth set of hanging pull ups.

You knew he was fit—he had to be—it was his job, but it still took you by surprise from time to time. Not the dedication he showed, more so the sheer power he exuded and so effortlessly. You were a lucky lucky woman.

His summer tan was at its peak, and you admired the beads of sweat that rolled down the length of his spine to catch on the waistband of his shorts. The prominent muscles bunched and shifted in their exertion, grunts pulled from the depths of his chest, and you moaned aloud. That was your downfall.

Hajime paused; his arms fully extended before dropping to the mat below with a soft thud. He knew you were there, could feel the desire of your eyes on his form and it made him smile. Without turning, he grabbed up the towel by his feet and wiped off his face. He flexed. Was he showing off? Maybe…

Your lip was caught between your teeth, fingers stroking the door in lieu of what you really wanted to touch. Anybody would know the exact direction of your thoughts if they were to look at you, but it hardly mattered when you were in the safety of your own home. Why not take what you longed for?

It was that thought that forced your feet into motion, carrying you forward across the hardwood floor and into the path of temptation. Iwa wasn’t even looking in your direction, yet the sway of your hips spoke of a dance that only lover would indulge in, a slow roll that accentuated your body. A mating call and it was answered when he turned to fix you in place with his heavy gaze.

The adrenaline of a workout always aroused the beast that slumbered inside him. A primal desire to take what was rightly his—and that was you. Long gone were the days that he could turn you into a flustered mess with one arch of his sleek black eyebrow, but you were still a bashful girl under the right circumstances.

He loved that about you. Loved that you openly displayed your desire for him, yet you were also capable of the most intimate, heartfelt words that captivated his heart and mind as well as his body. You were perfection to Hajime, and he never let you go a day without knowing that.

You were locked in a battle of stares.

His hooded eyes slowly took you in, pausing at the stomach he loved to lay his head against and again at the meat of your thighs. He chuckled, and your eyes narrowed. Iwa wondered if the bite marks had finally faded from when he had gotten carried away the other morning. If that was the case, it would need to be remedied.

The sharp rise and fall of his muscled chest was hypnotic. A spell you would willingly fall under and to hell with the consequences. Paired with the suck of his abdomen as he sought to regulate his breathing, you were a goner and still more than ten paces away from him.

Mutual desire and attraction stormed in the small space of the home gym, thick and cloying enough that your throat ran dry. The smell of sweat mingled with the sweet allure of arousal, a unique scent you would roll around in if given the chance. You wanted to throw yourself at him, ride him to the mats below and give him a workout of your own design. One that would see you both panting and dripping from the energy expended.

Clearly, he was not oblivious to your thoughts. Iwa cocked his head, throwing the towel in his hands over his shoulder and reaching out a calloused hand covered in white chalk for you to take. The first rumbling of his voice resonated between your thighs, arousal pooling so fast you worried that simply touching him would have you losing the battle against your sanity.

“I take it you like what you see?”

#delirious recs #hajime iwaizumi #iwaizumi x reader #hajime x reader #hq x reader #iwaizumi smut #hq smut

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 10 months

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Could you please try to make octavinelle boys with a reader that have talassophobia? Bonus: reader actually is not afraid at all of them in their human form and also carries with them a hunting knife everyday they don't hesitate on choose murder when is about fighting

Fear of the Deep | Yandere Octavinelle x Thassalophobia Reader

“Why aren’t you getting in the water (Y/n).”

Azul went out of his way to organize this beach event for the octavinelle dorm

And of course Crowley would send you as teacher assistant with camera in hand

Even if you tried confided in him about you phobia

But you stayed tucked under the umbrella and on your towel along with Grim who was already sleeping

Jade was asking

And only Sevens would know if it was genuine

But he’d seen you swim in pools before

So that wasn’t the problem but you wouldn’t tell him why

“None of your business…so go have fun out there.”

Without anymore words he scooped you up and began to walk to the beach

You immediately reach for your knife fully intending to slice at the eel

Stopped by your reaching arm before tossing you into the water

You surface quickly standing to return to the beach but you find that you can’t

Webbed hands pull you by your waist rocketing you far out from the waist-lengthed water

Still facing the beach you see Jade give a smile before diving in himself

Now far out from the group and gaining your bearings you finally grip your knife stabbing at the force moving you farther out

Making contact you hear what sounds like a warbled scream squeal before you are left to tread by yourself

Already going into a panic you scream

Frantically trying to keep yourself afloat as you try to call out for Crewel the acting teacher for that day

But to no avail

Left to struggle in the deep end you are flailing endlessly until your hands are grasped and placed on a sturdy set of shoulders

With no thought to who or what had grabbed you, you pulled yourself closer

Nuzzling into a wet shoulder and neck as you began to cry

In your frantic state you used your legs to wrap around your breathing buoy

Shrieking when you feel something slimy run across your leg

“Please!Please!Don’tletmego!Please!”

A hand, rubs the back of your head as they relish the beating of your scared heartbeat against their own

Further supporting you by they held you back with both hands

Before carrying you to the beaches edge

“Pup!? I was looking for you! Where in Twisted Wonderland did you run off to? And why are you clinging to the mutt like that?”

You didn’t look up

still sniveling in his neck while your arms held tight around his neck

“Everything is fine now but we had a little scare, I’ll take them back to their spot now.”

Crewel looked like he wanted to press further but he was pulled away by scolding at a certain student

“Floyd! If you drag another student under I’m whipping you to STYX and back!”

Back under your umbrella, you were slow to unwrap yourself legs and arms from Jade

Who just now was registering how much you were shaking

Speaking lowly and urgently towards Azul who seemed to already have a towel in hand

The dorm leader shook the blush off his cheeks wrapping you in a towel

Letting his ungloved hands linger on your exposed flesh

“I saw what happened…are you alright?”

The words felt foreign

You stayed silent

He sat down next to you rolling Grim into the sand and in the sun

He blushed, looking at the sea as he wormed his hand into your own

You looked to him but he refused to meet your gaze

Finally able to regulate your breathing, you huffed exhausted

Leaning onto his shoulder as you felt your consciousness fading

Which would explain why you accepted the convenient cup of juice you’d been offered

Sipping away you paid no mind to the growing fuzziness in your brain

Only smiling at the light touches of fingers dancing along your face, your neck, and chest

You only lightly jerked when you felt the familiar weight of your knife being returned

Barely registering the cold peck against your cheeks

“Sorry ‘bout that Shrimpy didn’t know that was why~!”

You weren’t angry…somehow

Even as Jade unfurled an untarnished paper and a pen

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intuitive-divinations · 11 months

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Hello loves ♥️! In today’s reading we’re going to be learning about your shadow side 🧛‍♀️ . Specifically, I will explore the undeveloped and evolved aspects of your shadow 👀. Take a few breaths and use your intuition to pick a gif 😼!

P.S ~ I’m also going to be including keywords for both sides of your shadow. Use those keywords to gauge when you’re acting in the undeveloped or developed aspects of your shadow!

♦️Pick ~ A ~ Gif♦️

Pile 1

undeveloped

The undeveloped side of your shadow is full of provocations. When triggered you tend to provoke others whether it’s to get them angry or to do something negative. You still somehow manage to justify your actions even when the consequences are bad. This side of you is very susceptible to toxic relationships. Have relationships that don’t trigger you. Your words are like spells. You have the ability to bring your words alive. You could literally “wish evil” on someone and it would happen. Be very careful with your intentions behind your words because they are likely to manifest. Your undeveloped side could also be misunderstood and often miscommunicate.

Key words for this would be: manipulative, persuasive, cunning

evolved

The developed side of your shadow is quite beautiful! You have the ability to inspire action within others. It’s as if you can tap into others energy and know exactly how to create with them or guide them. I’m hearing part of this comes from you being a very deep listener. You might be clairaudient or telepathic. Nurturing your shadow could even open job opportunities to you such as motivational speaking, public speaking, mentorship, teacher, etc. You naturally have a very lovely voice. That’s a strength of your developed shadow side. It’s almost hypnotic in the way it catches the attention of whoever you’re talking to. People actually want to hear what you have to say but you have to the right intentions behind it!

Key words for this side would be: collaboration, co-creation, inspiring

Confirmations: 333, 111, orange/red stuffed animal, Scorpio/Capricorn/Aquarius placements, telepathy, precognition, esp, sirens/mermaids, alarms 🚨 ⏰ , sleep paralysis, gut feelings, heightened intuition, stress balls, fidget toys

Pile 2

undeveloped

Your undeveloped shadow is full of emotional turmoil. You may experience emotional manipulation while your shadow is undeveloped. Others control your emotions. It’s easy for your whole mood to be ruined with one bad interaction with a person. You’re emotions are also very intense. You might get so overwhelmed by them that you prefer to not acknowledge them, which leads to your detriment. I’m sensing you could also have social anxiety. Or you could just prefer to not be social for long periods of time. Prolonged exposure to others probably destabilizes your emotions. You could also be an empath!!!! You have great potential when it comes to connecting to earth and nature. Not only do you feel deeply you feel others deeply as well!

Key words for this side would be: temperamental, impassioned, fervent

evolved

It’s proven that pets/animals regulate human emotions. So if you’ve been thinking about getting a pet, this is your confirmation to do so! Right now is the time for you start being self aware of your emotions and reactions. Take some time to start mastering your emotions. If you’re prone to bottling up emotions, you’re being called to FEEL and acknowledge your emotions completely! This will be very healing for you. I definitely sense you have animal spirit guides. Here’s a few I’m picking up on: lion, sloth, rooster, gazelle, deer, eagle, fox, snail, fish, bunny, wolf, worm. You also could have angel guides. They want to offer you perspective and guidance throughout your journey. They can teach you how to look at the bigger picture.

Key words for this side would be: Empath, Clairsentient, Claircognizant

Confirmations: Earth/Water placements, 222, butterflies, seeing hearts, art, pet animals, dancing, nature, picnic, laying on grass, Greek mythology, kung fu panda, letter X, cloud-gazing

Pile 3

undeveloped

Your undeveloped shadow is afraid of being perceived. You might try to blend in with society in a way that also represses your true self. This side of you is afraid of being outcasted and ostracized. Ironically, you find the most comfort in those who are considered odd, different, unusual of have been shunned by society. It’s like you connect with them on a deeper level. You could’ve even been bullied when you were younger for being different than your peers. Or maybe you had friend groups that always seemed to exclude you. When you are deep in the negative aspects of your shadow you criticize others relentlessly. You might even tell self deprecating jokes about yourself.

Key words for this side would be: cynical, hypercritical, misanthropic

evolved

Your developed shadow understands how important it is to stand in your own energy, reclaim yourself and show it to the world! For example, you may dress a way that is completely opposite of how you feel / want to express. And wish you could just dress how you really want. Or you could have very alternative beliefs such as occultism, paganism, satanism, atheism, etc that you practice in secret. You have the power to transform into your authentic self and also be confident in who you are. Be who you are and you will attract people who accept and embrace you like “moths to a flame”. You have a lot of potential to become a leader in the field of your “alternative” interest whatever that may be. I’m seeing that you’re going to meet your soul tribe/family while you develop your shadow!

Key words for this side would be: unfazed, self-assured, eccentric

Confirmations: Antennae’s, satellite’s, slipping on something and falling, moths, light bulbs, hot/humid weather, Virgo/Aquarius placements, flood, soul-ties, hummingbirds, tambourines, peonies, hula hoops

Thanks so much 😽!!

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cloveswifey · 8 months

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Jacket

Mattheo riddle x Fem!Reader

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Pansy had been persistently asking me all week to join her at the Slytherin party today, and I finally gave in and decided to go.

I'm not really one for parties, but what harm could one party do? Especially since it was a celebration of our victory in the quidditch match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw.

I started getting ready, with Pansy next to me, curling her brown locks.

"Should I go for the red dress or the green one?" I asked, holding up each dress for Pansy to see.

"Oh, definitely the green one," she replied.

I swiftly changed into the short green dress and applied some light makeup to my face. "Let's go," Pansy exclaimed with excitement as we descended the stairs into the Slytherin common room.

The party was already in full swing. Red solo cups overflowed with drinks, and the students swayed to music booming from a single Bluetooth speaker.

"So, what should we do first?" I asked, flashing a gentle smile.

"Drinks, obviously," Pansy replied matter-of-factly. We made our way over to the table adorned with various glasses, filled with alcoholic concoctions.

I approached the table and generously poured myself some Malibu into my cup. I quickly drank half of it before refilling it again.

"I think we should go dance," I enthusiastically proposed to my companion.

We both made our way towards the dance floor, and as soon as I joined the group, I could feel their contagious energy. I let myself go, dancing and enjoying the music, occasionally taking sips from my cup. I danced with strangers, letting loose and feeling the electrifying atmosphere.

After a few songs, I decided to step out of the group to refill my cup. That's when I noticed someone staring at me.

Mattheo Riddle.

I noticed the intensity of his gaze as I made my way to the table, refilled my drink, and continued dancing. It felt as if his eyes were exploring every contour of my body, studying the way I moved to the rhythm of the music.

He observed every accidental touch from others and his gaze pierced through anyone who boldly grabbed my waist to dance with me.

Curiosity sparked within me as I saw him approach the couch where our friends were previously seated before joining us on the dance floor.

I approached him, standing tall above him as he sat on the blanket. "Are you done eye-fucking me?" I snapped.

"Well, not exactly.” He chuckled, “I was rather enjoying myself," he responded with a smirk, taking a sip from his cup.

I sat down next to him, feeling the effects of the alcohol I had consumed. "You're disgusting, Mattheo."

"Don’t deny it sweetheart, you know you like it when I speak to you that way," he remarked.

I rolled my eyes and shivered as the air conditioning turned on. It's funny how, even at a party which would usually reak of sweat and sex; magic can be used to regulate the temperature and prevent things from getting too hot and sweaty.

"Are you shivering because you're nervous around me, or are you just cold?" Mattheo smirked.

"I'm cold, you dipshit," I sneered.

Suddenly, I felt warm fabric being draped over my shoulders. I glanced over my shoulder, glare still in place, to see Mattheo holding his green jacket, offering it to me.

"What's with the face? I'm just trying to keep you warm," he argued.

"Stop hitting on me," I snapped back.

"Why?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"You know why. I'm Enzo's little sister, which means I'm off-limits. Besides, I don't even like you," I chuckled.

"Whatever, just take the goddamn jacket before you catch a cold or something," he ordered.

I slipped my arms through the jacket, taking in the scent of expensive cologne and savoring the warmth. "Thanks," I mumbled.

"You look attractive in my clothes," he smirked, to which I responded by playfully smacking him on the arm.

"Ugh, I can't stand you," I mumbled, attempting to hide my smile.

"Oh, you don't actually hate me," he chuckled once again.

Despite knowing that he's off-limits and that I should despise him, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. Maybe it was the influence of alcohol, but without thinking, I reached out and firmly grasped his face. Our lips collided.

The kiss shared between us is filled with sweetness and passion, as if we had both been longing for this moment for an eternity.

I can feel his hands finding their way to my waist, while I securely wrap mine behind his neck.

In an instant, I swing my leg over and settle into his lap, straddling him.

Eventually, we part our lips, both of us gasping for air, as our foreheads press together.

"I always knew you had feelings for me," he playfully teases.

I can't help but giggle, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Pansy, come on!" Enzo's voice suddenly interrupts, calling out for me.

"Shit," I quickly jumped off Rafe and nonchalantly positioned myself to the side of him. Pansy and Enzo were approaching us.

"Guys, we're ready to go," Pansy groaned.

"Yeah, okay," I stumbled over my words, still feeling a bit shaken from earlier.

Mattheo and I both stood up from the couch, eager to make our way back to the dorms.

As we walked, I grabbed Mattheo's arm, allowing Pansy and Enzo to move ahead of us. I began to take off his jacket when he stopped me.

"Keep it. It looks better on you," he whispered.

A smile crept onto my face as I playfully responded, "You're such a dork."

"Come to my dorm tonight, Dracos staying with Astoria," he suggested.

"All right," I replied, returning a peck on his lips before darting ahead to catch up with Enzo and Pansy. As I did, a thought crossed my mind: What exactly am I getting myself into?

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