#so i really like to relish in just the. fun parts sometimes

[drunkenlionwrites]

Spawn!Astarion x reader after the events of BG3

Warnings: g/n reader, has mild nsfw part, ptsd mentions, past sexual abuse mentions, also spoilers of the ending, obviously.

Astarion is still afraid of depending too much on you - now being unable to step in the sun once again. Sometimes counting days, then weeks, then years holding on to the thought of you getting tired of him and his complications in the back of his head.

Has flashbacks, and occasional visions of Cazador or Godey torturing him when he meditates from time to time, covering his anxiety with the usual bravado in front of you, not wanting to bother you all the time.

Still, he is as open with you as he can get, opening the darkest parts of his life as a spawn to you carefully and slowly.

Now that he’s his own person, there’s only three things he’s pursuing: finding a cure for vampirism, you, and having as much fun as possible, of course!

He likes to spend some nights with you, visiting taverns and showing you with a devilish smile what a good vine is at last. Giddily waiting for your reaction as he watches you bringing the goblet to your lips.

He relishes catching glimpses of him and you while being among people, proudly parading his lover around. Astarion is genuinely admiring you and your beauty, being happy of being seen in your company.

Some days he’s very clingy and handsy, begging for your affections, while other days he might still avoid any physical contact with you. All he needs is more patience, and of course, you have a never-ending well of it when it comes to him.

Totally appreciates when you go hunting with him, whether it’s a wild boar (lol) or an occasional criminal, loving to be able to be seen as a person, not as a monster by you and not afraid of making you feel repulsed by him, though sometimes he still wonders why.

I also can see him occasionally indulging in feeling like a knight in shining armor and a savior of wronged and weak, definitely immensely enjoying cutting throats of people exploiting others in any way.  

NSFW

Now that he’s his own man and he can explore his sexuality freely I believe he’s more into being tender and loving things when it comes to sex, contrary to the popular opinion.

Not that he can’t get freakier on some days. And if you want him to bite you in the process? Who’s he to refuse his darling?

Enjoys hearing your little yelps of pain followed by moans of pleasure when he sinks his teeth in your thighs, wrists, or neck. Wherever is your preference.

He definitely leans more into being a top, not because he’s in the role of seducer, but just preferring to maintain control of the situation.

He also oh so loves the fact that he’s the one that makes your body weak for him, enjoying pulling out all sorts of pretty sounds out of you, enjoying the way you pliantly take everything he gives you. Making you a pouting begging mess, tearfully asking him to give you more, to allow you to come at last not being able to bear his teasing anymore.

Not that Astarion denies you showering him in your tender caress and spending the whole day/night being the one taken care of this time now that he doesn’t have to always be the one to pleasure someone. It’s a novel concept for him and he still feels too bare and vulnerable sometimes, but he learns how to say no if he’s not up to something. It’s so much easier now that you’ve proven to him time and time again that you’ll always listen to him and agree with whatever he wants.

I've been in love with this man for two years since I've started playing EA, but wanted to postpone writing anything until I see all of his layers. And it's been the best decision ever. I'm such a sucker (😏) for this elf and I still am astonished how nuanced and beautifully portrayed his character is. This is just my first touches of writing him, so it's pretty short and not really explicit.

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[emmyrosee]

Bakugou gets invested really easily.

He loves to pretend that he doesn’t care about things, or get super interested, but you know better than anyone that when he wants to get his focus on something, it's almost impossible to break it.

When it's in your favor, it's addictive always having him hang off of you, burrowing his face against you, relishing you in affections only his closest friends would believe and having him eat out of the palm of your hand.

When it's on something else, however, it's torturous.

And yes, while you adore Kaminari Denki's enthusiasm for the first book he's read in four years, it now has Katsuki's full enthusiasm that he covers under a shroud of "like hell he's gonna read more books than me."

He's so full of it, it hurts.

Katsuki's read books in three days or less, tearing through them with ease after work; now, its his one-sunday-a-month off, and he seems completely content in sitting on the couch reading his damn book for hours.

At first you had no issue curling into his lap to rest, his big hand resting on your head and massaging your temple while you drift in and out of sleep.

But it's been four hours. You've woken up three times.

You try for a round of kisses, but he merely returns pecks with his eyes still on the book. You nip at his ear, but his shoulders hike up to nudge your face away. You offer him mewls of 'love you''s, and he grunts back.

You're dying here.

Huffing softly, you push yourself up and off of the couch, shuffling to the kitchen for a glass of water. There’s a small part of you that hopes he notices how annoyed you are and he’ll chase after you.

This, he does not.

With a soft snarl in your throat, you finish off the glass and toss it haphazardly in the sink, once again hoping it’ll rise some form of reaction from Katsuki.

He merely sniffles in the background.

You pace in the kitchen for something to break his laser focus. The closest you've come is when your phone rings back in the living room and he grumbles an annoyed 's' the fuckin' nerd.' You stomp into the living room for your phone, and Katsuki barely spares you a glance over his wire glasses.

Izuku's phone call keeps you all of 3 minutes, and your eyes watch for Katsuki's annoyed grumble and slamming of his book to stop reading and scold you.

No dice.

"Sorry, the oven's on fire, I'll call you later," you interrupt whatever he was saying and hanging up, tossing your phone on the couch next to your boyfriend.

"Why's the oven on fire?" He mumbles, turning the page.

"Because you won't give me attention," you snip.

"Ah."

God, you hate his rare nonchalance sometimes.

Out of options and minimal patience left, you move one of his crossed legs to rest flat on the floor and crawl into his lap, which automatically situates itself to keep your perch. Despite his subconscious action, he smacks his lips in frustration and merely turns the page in his own act of defiance.

“Can I help you?”

“You’re being annoying.”

This, finally, has currant eyes flicking up to you, a brow quirked in confusion and, maybe, just maybe, a glimmer of bothersome.

“I’m literally sitting here, reading. I’ve maybe taken a sip of my water and kissed your forehead while you napped. How the hell am I being annoying?” At his snap, you pout and cross your arms childishly, and he groans in the back of his throat with exhaustedly. “I didn’t mean to snap, baby. You brought that shit out of nowhere, I didn’t know sitting in silence could be annoying.” He dogears his page to give you finally give you his attention. You pout, and he gives you a small sigh, “come on baby; fuckin' talk to me.”

You huff petulantly, but you soften as massive paws smooth over the slopes of your hips. “It is annoying, when you’re ignoring me.” His hands stall, and you avoid his gaze. “I wanted to spend some time with you today, and all you’ve wanted to do is stay in and read… I know you like quality time and everything but I want to do something fun before you’ve got your hands full with work again.”

He rolls his eyes before rubbing his hands up and down your thighs, “so this is something you tell me, not pout and whine. I ain’t a fuckin’ mind reader.”

You turn your head in defiance, “wouldn’t have to say something if you’d stop focusing on your stupid romance novel.”

“It’s not a romance novel,” he says, trying to hide his amusement. “And don’t be fresh. I ain’t the only one at fault here.”

“But here I am- blaming you.” You try your hardest to fight back the smile tugging your lips.

“And you just can’t let me live for five minutes, can you?” He snarls, lips curled in a smirk as he leans forward to bite at the softness of your jawline. “Always gotta have my fuckin’ attention don’t you?” You giggle and shrink back slightly, but his arms tighten around you to keep you from going too far. “Nah. You wanna make a fuckin’ scene about how you want my attention? You’re goin’ no where.”

“Katsu, no!” You whine around giggles, his nose bullying past your tucked chin to nibble and playfully suckle at the tender skin of your neck, making the signals in your brain cross at the silly affections. Your hands shove at his broad shoulders in an attempt to make some distance, to no avail.

He’s got you right when you wanted to be.

“This is all you wanted huh?” He mumbles into your neck, scooting forwards on the couch to hook your legs around his waist. “You just needed me to snuggle and tease you soooo bad.”

“I do not!” You squeal, and your own fingers try to tickle his neck; it manages to get a few snickers before he gathers them in his own large palms and pins them between you.

“Fuck you,” he sneers. He does stop his torment before resting his head against the curve of your neck, and you mewl happily when you worm your hands out to wrap around his shoulders. “Cant have one fuckin’ second of peace.” He kisses the delicate skin of your neck lovingly this time, letting his hands soothingly run up and down the planes of your back. “Don’t get why you don’t fuckin’ talk to me about this shit, we’ve been together for years.”

You huff dramatically, “because you should know.”

“Yeah, we’ve established that I don’t.”

“Shinsou would know,” you poke, smiling as he tenses up and fists the shirt you’re wearing.

“Don’t you fuckin’ start.”

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[charliemwrites]

Part 6 of Charmed Slasher Simon!

Simon really ought to teach you not to look at him like that. Those big watery eyes and pouty lips make his teeth feel too sharp for his own mouth. He wants to sink them into you, find out if you taste as sweet as you look. He knows you would, knows it like he knows the slick heat of fresh viscera.

“What.” he demands, voice hard to keep the rasp of dark desire from it.

“I have a little favor to ask.”

He arches an eyebrow, does not believe you. Not when you’re looking at him so beseechingly. He’ll have to get you to make that face again, maybe when he’s got you on your knees, asking to suck his cock.

“Go on.”

You seem ridiculously, foolishly charmed by this stoic, unimpressed front he puts on for you. A little beam of sunshine refracting off of a black mirror. Wonders sometimes what cruel maker built you so unintentionally self-destructive.

“There’s this work trip coming up…”

He has to cross his arms to keep himself from snatching you up and locking you in the bedroom. Mistaking the gesture, you hurry to continue.

“And I have to go, but! We’re allowed to bring plus ones.”

Satisfaction curls warm in his gut, a purring predator cat. He wants to hear you ask, though.

“I’m not hearing the favor.”

“Riley….” you complain, face adorably embarrassed.

“I’m waiting, luv.”

You damn near stomp your little foot at him. “Will you please come as my plus one?”

He arches his eyebrows. “That’s a big ask.”

You could ask for the stars and moon and he’d make them bleed for you. Paint the sky crimson and make a necklace of the heavens to collar you in.

“I know and I understand if you don’t want to - but… but that coworker you met, Brandon? He’s going too, and he’s been looking at me weird all week. Please, Ri? I-I don’t want to go by myself and you make me feel safe.”

Oh it was a sure thing that he’d be going with you, but now there’s no question. He’s so glad for the video cameras; he going to milk himself dry tonight listening to you say please like that. Admitting that he makes you feel safe. His poor, stupid, fragile thing. It’s a good thing he found you.

“Alright, alright,” he soothes. “No waterworks now. I’ll go with you.”

Like a switch, you light up and throw yourself into his chest.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you trill. “I’ll make it up to you somehow, I promise.”

He snorts. You’ve done him the favor by giving him an excuse to follow you - but he’s not about to correct you.

“You let me worry about that. Just send me the details and I’ll be there.”

—

Your job has rented out a ski lodge for this little trip. Not only is it secluded, the booking is for the middle of the week. There will be few, if any, people over than instructors and your coworkers.

He couldn’t plan it better.

The day is spent pretending to care about your coworkers’ names and babysitting you along the slopes. You nearly crack your head open twice, each time he scoops you up, frowning down at your giggly face.

You also nail him in the head with a snowball too. That. That’s he’s going to get revenge for.

When night falls, you squeeze his hand at the door to your room. He leans his palm against the door over your head, relishes in the way you fluster as you tilt your head to look at him.

“Thank you for coming, Riley,” you murmurs. “You’ve made this really fun.”

He lets himself smile at you, just a bit. Knows it’s lopsided and probably a little too sharp, should raise alarm bells in your pretty little head, but you only smile back at him.

“Mm, you’ll have to make it up to me. Doin’ you this big favor ‘n all.”

You laugh. “Yeah? Let me know when you want your pound of flesh.”

Oh he’ll be taking more than a pound.

“Better be ready when I come to collect.”

“Ooh, so scary!” you tease, sticking your tongue out.

“You’ve no idea.”

—

A storm hits that night. A wicked, frigid thing that brews up and boils over in a matter of hours. Whiteout conditions. The power goes out a quarter past 11.

Well, you’ve had your fun. Now it’s time for Simon to have his.

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[abiiors]

silent treatment 💫 // ross macdonald x reader

a/n: this is not a christmas fic, this is just something that i had in my drafts for like a month now because @the1975attheirverybest sent me a photo of ross' tour bus (the one in the banner) from when she went to the baltimore show and of course i had nasty ideas about it lmao. so yes, here we go--the tour bus fucking fic hehe. i'm still really struggling with writer's block and hate everything i have been writing so this might be a bit shit :/ cw: brat-taming kinda, smut obv, dirty talk??? general nasty behaviour wc: 2.2k

american fans are loud. 

well, all fans are loud; it’s not really a bad thing to be, but the american ones are especially loud, you’ve noticed. cheers and shouts and whoops of joy at the airport, and a collective roar that tears through the crowd every time the boys come on stage—it’s all part of the world. his world. your world. 

girls shriek and cry wherever he goes, hugging him—their bodies pressed against his, their hands holding his, boldly flirting with him too sometimes. sure, he ignores it and only smiles politely. sure, he only signs their stuff and indulges them for selfies but the burn in your chest remains just the same. dull but prominent. 

all in all, he likes america and america likes him. you? maybe not so much. 

still, it’s not all hate. it’s fun being on the tour bus and driving through the big wide expanses of the midwest, certainly fun when his hand is buried between your legs and the other muffling your moans. fun to watch your nails digging into his thigh as you chase the high over and over again before falling limp against his chest. 

today, however, you skew more towards annoyance. 

he’s been so busy, he hasn’t even had the time to look at you properly much less talk to you for longer than ten minutes—what with having to leave one city and go to the other immediately. it’s been hectic and he’s seized the chance to nap whenever he can, just like polly and john who share the bus with you. not that you blame him for it—the exact opposite of it, in fact—you’re grateful for any rest he can get. 

but the brattiness rears its ugly head sometimes. and now as you stand there in a corner, watching the instruments being taken out of their truck and brought backstage, you can’t help but bite angrily on the lollipop in your mouth. 

ross is on the phone across the room, talking to a friend or a colleague or maybe even family. you don’t know. what you do know is his eyes are trained on you and you alone—rather, on your lips closed around the lollipop, on the sticky residue on your lips. your eyes in turn move to his hand—the one gripping the phone in a vice-like grip, knuckles almost white. 

it only takes him another ten seconds to end the call and cross the room. and now here he is—towering over you, looking down at you. 

“what’s up with you?”

you shrug, tongue flat against the sweet candy, “nothing.”

“nothing?” his voice is low. mostly to conceal it from the people all around you but also full of warning. so you’ve irked him then… good.

you choose not to answer, giving the lollipop a small lick instead. there’s barely any left now but you plan to enjoy every last bit of it. 

“what, don’t wanna talk to me now?”

“me?” you ask, exaggerating the confusion in your voice. testing the boundaries. 

“yes, you,” his eyes flash a little, “don’t act like you don’t know what i’m talking about.”

it’s a dangerous game to play with him, especially the way his pupils dialate every time you swirl your tongue around the last bit of the candy, relishing it thoroughly and letting its sweetness linger on your lips. 

ross leans down, mouth directly next to your ear. “you can be a brat all you want, sweet girl. as long as you’re ready for the consequences.”

and before you’ve had the chance to reply, he bends down and closes his mouth around the rest of the lollipop. a loud crunch cuts through the silence. he straightens, smiles like nothing’s out of the ordinary and leaves you holding the now empty white stick.

ross is busy talking to the organisers of a local artists’ collective. 

he laughs and chats animatedly and listens to them talking about how much they value this opportunity that the band has created. their voices are loud and boisterous—happy, giddy, excited. a complete contrast to you sulking in the corner, scrolling through tiktok and watching one pointless video after another. 

his eyes flick to you once in while, linger on you when matty takes over the conversation. you see the warning in them so clearly. don’t be a baby. don’t pout. but you ignore and double down. if he doesn’t want to give you attention then you’re not going to beg for it. no matter how much you want to pull him into some broom closet and show him exactly what he’s missing. 

you cross and uncross your legs and send him a look. 

look what you to do me. 

he sends one back. 

busy. not now.

so you go back to your phone. scroll, a makeup tutorial, scroll, ten must buy amazon things, scroll, movies to watch this winter, scroll— a snap of his fingers breaks through your monotony. 

“come share a fag with me.”

you take your sweet time looking and him an deciding if you’re in the mood to smoke, even go so far as to make him ask again. 

“well?”

“sure.”

it’s quieter once you’re outside. there’s still the sounds of traffic and a bit of laughter floating out from the inside. somewhere someone’s playing a familiar tune and you watch ross light his cigarette. the fire casts a warm glow on his jaw briefly, on his stubble that’s coming in once again after shaving it off for halloween. 

the skin on the inside of your thighs stings from the memory. 

“open,” he says and you obey, letting him stick the end of the cigarette between your lips and taking a drag. the smoke burns but with some satisfaction you see the lipstick smudge you left behind. 

ross is just taking his own drag when you blow the smoke on his face and shrug when quirks an eyebrow. 

“generous of you to take five minutes out of your busy schedule.”

“careful, love,” he warns and lets you take another drag of the cigarette. “don’t be a brat. you know i’m busy.”

“you’re always busy.”

“is that so?” 

he looks amused and it riles you up even more. he’s the one that’s supposed to be affected, not you! a beat of silence passes and ross slowly drags his fingers up your arms leaving goosebumps in their wake. 

“my gorgeous girl,” he says and presses a kiss to your shoulder, moving his mouth to your jaw and then to your collarbone. “are you mad at me?”

“no.”

“no?”

you fight to contain the shiver that passes through you. even when you can feel the little tingles intensifying throughout your body. need swirls through your stomach the more his mouth moves on your neck.

“then what’s this silent treatment for, huh?”

“what silent treatment?”

“oh, baby,” ross tuts and his stubble grazes over the sensitive skin of your neck. “you really wanna play dumb?”

every retort flies out of your brain when he grabs a hold of your hips and pulls you close to him. 

“you know what happens to dumb little bunnies, right?”

“y-yes.” it’s almost a whimper that quickly turns into a half moan when his hand rests on the back of your thighs, trailing up and up and up until it’s almost on the curve of your ass. 

you yelp when he pinches the skin. 

“you want to be fucked that bad, huh?”

and now you finally have him where you want. 

“so now you want to be loud,” ross mocks and dives back under your dress. 

this torture has lasted for a good ten minutes now. the insides of your thighs already feel raw and chafed. and he hasn’t even properly started yet. he’s still busy marking up the smooth skin of your legs. 

“always a good girl when you want something from me, aren’t you?”

you nod fervently, trying to stifle the mewl that’s about to leave your mouth. instead you clutch his head and try to push him where you want. ross is quicker. before you ever know it, his hand it wrapped around your wrists and he pulls back again, looking at you with yet another warning glare. 

his hair is a mess, his mouth wet from leaving all those kiss and bites on your skin but it’s his eyes that really get you—pupils blown out so wide that his eyes might as well be black. 

“please ross, please,” you whine, shamless and desperate and dying for his mouth to be back on you. 

“please what?”

“please make me cum.”

your pout has stopped affecting him a long time ago, even when you look at him with teary eyes and spread your legs wider. the underwear was discarded somewhere the minute you got inside the tour bus and now he has the perfect view of how wet you are. how ready for him. 

the inside of the bus feels uncomfortably hot or maybe it’s just your skin that’s sticky and sweaty and in desperate need of his touch. 

“no silent treatment anymore?”

“no,” you shake your head, “gonna be a good girl now. please please please.”

“yes, you are.” ross smiles and it feels more sinister than genuine. “i’ll stop what i’m doing if i hear another sound from you, baby.”

“w-what?”

“dumb little slut,” he mocks again, mouth so so close to your clit that it’s impossible to focus on anything else. “don’t want people to walk in on us, do you?”

“no. no!”

“then be quiet for me.”

easy for him to say. because his lips attach around your clit at that exact moment and you bite down on the back of your hand to stop the loud moan from escaping. 

“ungrateful, spoiled little brat,” ross tuts, presses his tongue flat against your opening. “look at you now.”

the heady mix of big and small licks makes your head spin, makes you want to cry out his name over and over again but for the sake of your sanity you stay quiet. for each small whimper that still manages to escape you, you feel a small sting on your thigh—a nip or a bite.

“my sweet, filthy girl,” he coos, ghosting his lips over each bruise, each bite and goes back to torturing your cunt. 

“ross, can i–oh! can i cum, please!”

“gonna cum for me, already?” he teases and pulls away entirely. “and what if i said no.”

the look you give him is one full of desperation—tears gathered on your lower lashline, bottom lip swollen and red from bitting hard to keep quiet.

“please!”

“no.”

and that’s that, just like that his head is back between your legs, tongue hot on your cunt as his nose pushed into your clit. between trying to stay quiet and trying not to cum you barely have any grip on reality. all you know is how it feels too much, too much pleasure, bordering on pain now. the urge to let go is too strong. 

“let me ask you again, baby,” his voice comes through the haze in your mind. barely even audible. “are you done with the silent treatment?”

“y-yes, m’sorry!” you whine, “won’t do it again. wont—”

“look at you…” his condescending tone somehow turns you on even more. the humiliation somehow adds to the pleasure. “ready to be my good girl again?”

“yes, yes!” the buzzing in your ears is so loud now, his voice barely even comes through. all you know is the feeling of his tongue inside you and the stinging of your thighs. the sticky sweat on your skin. 

your legs shake from the strain of denying yourself an orgasm, your head swims with too much of everything and nothing all at once. 

“go on then,” he speaks. finally. “you can let go now.”

all you manage is a long whine and every single restraint drops. you think you grip his head between your thighs, practically convulsing from the force of the orgasm that hits you, trembling from the way his tongue laps everything up. it’s beyond you how he manages to hold you upright. 

you think you scream out his name, practically alerting everyone in a five kilometre radius. you think you pull on his hair and hear him hiss. but ross lets you. 

minutes later when he finally stands, his beard and mouth glistens with slick. 

“there’s my good girl,” he coos and holds you in his arms. 

“look at me,” he coaxes a bit until you manage to open your eyes and look at him properly. despite how fucked he looks, there’s a sweet smile on his face. and his eyes soften when you meet his gaze. “sorry i ignored you before, love. don’t be mad at me.”

“m’not mad at you.” you mumble and every single negative emotion from before melts away within seconds. 

“good.” his smile widens, just a touch of mischievous once again. “now that you’ve learned your lesson… let me make it up to you.” 

and just like that, he’s back on his knees, diving between your legs once again. 

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[yourheart-inmyhands]

hi hi, i wanted to say its totally okay not to post frequently, bcz your health matters much more than some silly requests<3

Do you think you could write yandere furina and venti (separately) with a reader who got drunk and became very clingy to them? If ur uncomfortable with that then It's no problem!

so i really liked this request but i unfortunately don't write for anything alcohol related aside from like brief mentions here and there so i changed it from drunk to sleepy/drowsy (fun fact, i am the type of person to become more clingy when tired XD)

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including delusional behaviors, implied being held against will, trickery, archons being cute and nice for once, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Furina with a partner that gets clingy when tired is like a dream to her. She often works late hours and gets home after dinner time, with you often eating alone because of this.. She thinks it adorable how you cling to her at night, your mood flipping in the morning as the exhaustion clears away.

You were always a sight for sore eyes, after watching Court Proceedings all day, Furina was more than happy to get home to see you. She had been held up a little later than normal, with her getting home late enough that you were likely in bed already. To her surprise though, you had waited up, fighting sleep as your eyelids tried to flutter shut, head resting against the back of the couch. Her heart fluttered as you shot up hearing her enter, a tired smile on your face as she reached out for you, pulling you into a hug. Furina hums a pleasant tune as she simply holds you, relishing in being able to hold you in her arms, knowing full well that by day break you’ll be back to your usual, less touchy self.

Yandere!Venti would love that his partner is overly affectionate when tired. He’s always super touchy feely and he loves when you reciprocate, even if it’s only once in a while. He likes especially to wake you up in the middle of the night just so he can ask for cuddles. 

Venti laid in bed looking at you sleeping, his false heart skipping a beat as he thinks about his life with you. Slowly, hea reaches over, shaking you awake just enough for you to register what is happening without remembering it in the morning. He asks you for cuddles, saying that he’s cold and misses you, knowing that you’d eagerly accept. Venti would never ask you for cuddles when you’re awake and not drowsy as he knows you’ll never accept, but he doesn’t mind, grateful for these moments with you at night. He likes being able to hold you, even just a part of you sometimes, so that he can feel your closeness to him, a physical reminder of the bond you share. Now and forever.

#genshin x reader #genshin x male reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin x male reader #yandere genshin x gender neutral reader #furina x reader #furina x male reader #furina x gender neutral reader #yandere furina x reader #yandere furina x male reader #yandere furina x gender neutral reader #venti x reader #venti x male reader #venti x gender neutral reader #yandere venti x reader #yandere venti x male reader #yandere venti x gender neutral reader #yandere genshin #yandere venti #yandere furina

[z3nitsusgf]

like a leopards tongue in the mouth of a snake

roman roy | reader - 3.2k 

cw: NSFW, fem.reader, bribery???, scummy roman, fingering, oral (f. receiving), slight power dynamics, office sex

a/n: blah blah intimacy issues, blah blah canon roman is scared of pussy I KNOW but let me have my fun

Outside, tipped street lamps have buzzed awake and shine cones of orange light onto the roads. It��s past hours, the other workers long gone by now. The office is empty, save for the skeleton crew that cleans up when no one else is around, but they're on the lower levels. 

The sky is yawning into night, the dusty blue darkening with each passing minute. You can’t hear the bustle of New York from how high up you are in the tower, the shimmering golden lights of other skyscrapers mimic the stars.

You’d like to go home, like to just go to sleep so you don’t have to deal with these corporate douchebags any longer. But your boss is still here, still drinking in here his personal office like the rest of you don’t have lives. To him, you probably don’t.

He’s said it before, “What? Do you have more important things to do than me?”

Like most people at Waystar, you steer clear of having to interact with Roman incessantly, despite the fact you’re his assistant. It’s already hard enough, being his glorified babysitter. It’s even worse when he’s in a teasing mood, which is all the time.

He’s like his family, the classic “I’m too important to interact with anyone out of my pay grade” type. Only really indulging in you because you’re the type to just shoulder his weird comments without taking them seriously. Brushing off his crude, absolutely shit, remarks. And you have a great ass too, or so he says.

He calls you his “little paper pusher”, an oversimplified pet name for what you actually do. You’re so important to his well-being, if you left now you’re sure he’d dissolve into nothing. But you let him think all you’re good for is being an emotional dumpster for his whiny rants. He’s more clingy than he realizes, always calling you late at night for menial bullshit and practically nipping at your heels when you try to work.

You do your best to slip under the radar; typing away at your desk, bringing coffee when asked, shuffling, and shredding papers in the file room. Occasionally, you’ll be asked to accompany Roman to his home (where he’ll ask if you want to suck his dick or get finger-banged over his couch). But most of the time, you make sure he’s not getting into a lawsuit for making lewd comments at the interns. Which is hard when that’s his whole farce.

He’s not bad all the time. Sometimes, he buys you lunch, really expensive lunch. He’ll even sit with you while you eat, pointing out you have horrible taste and he should really help you with expanding it. Plus you get bonuses on top of your stellar pay, Christmas gifts, and your very own lovesick slime puppy who can’t help but be obsessed with you. The last part wasn’t in the contract, but you guess it’s not so bad.

Another perk of being an assistant to the Roys is that you can’t leave until they tell you to leave.

So you’re stuck in the Waystar building, watching your boss sip on Lagavulin Offerman malt, observing how he sits weirdly on his loveseat and makes crude comments to you about his brother or Tom or the fucking weather. Lavishing in the space, relishing in the fact he’s made another person listen to his bullshit.

You mostly drown him out, looking over invoices and discrepancies while he sips his whiskey, sitting in the corner while you contemplate what you’ll have for dinner. You don’t even look at the time, only knowing it’ll make you itch to go home more.

You hear him say your name, drawing you from the excel sheet of numbers on your screen. He’s lazily draped on the cushions, his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, and the first few buttons on his shirt are opened.

He beckons you over with the flick of his fingers. You assume he wants more alcohol, or maybe he wants you to fetch his driver. You don’t expect him to-

“Hey,” he drawls, lips curved into that cheeky bastardized smile, “I’ll give you a million dollars if you take off your shirt.”

You’re dumbfounded, standing in the office of the boss’s son, holding your little Waystar table like it’ll save you.  For a minute you think he’s joking. 

“Huh? What-“

“Yeah, come on. I’ll give you a million, in cash or check or PayPal- whatever, if you take off your shirt.”

Roman Roy has always had an absurd amount of wealth, you know that. Everyone from fucking New York to Timbuktu knows that.

He can make million-dollar bets like it’s nothing, throwing away pocket money that could very well pay off your student loans, that could make sure you’d never go hungry or have to worry about keeping the fucking lights on. It’s shouldn’t surprise you that he’d make stupid little bets with you. Especially, when he’s bored and slightly buzzed.

Your eyebrows draw up at his words, mouth dropping open in a mix of shock and incredulous.

“I- um, I don’t think that’s a good idea, sir.”

Not only would you get in trouble for having that much money, but you’re also not going to just strip because he asked you to, no matter how much you think he’s attractive.

Roman gives a mocking scoff, lips parting as he takes a sip of his stupidly expensive whiskey that you’re sure tastes like shit. Your confusion and disdain must show because he’s raising an eyebrow at you, looking up at you with clear moss-green eyes.

“Oh, don’t be such a prude. It’s only your shirt.” He says it so casually - like you’re the one being unreasonable, swirling the glass in his hand as he crosses his legs. He’s dressed with a casual cocktail of his usual confidence and mockery.

“Besides I can see your tits through your blouse anyways,” your eyes widen and you feel yourself get fever-hot in embarrassment, and Roman is still grinning, “not like I’m gonna see anything I haven’t already.”

He laughs at how you fluster, you can see his pearly white teeth in his mouth. His eyes crinkling to the point you can see the lines on his face. Mouth quirking as he watches your eyes get misty, it’s always been a strange hobby of his. 

There’s something fundamentally wrong with him. He’s always known that. He pretends not to be the slithering black snake that creeps from the underbrush, but he can’t help it. It’s just what he is naturally. 

“Mr. Roy-“

He waves his hand, your eye catching the vacheron constantin watch on his wrist as he uncrosses his legs so he can lean forward towards you. 

“Oh come on, how about 2 million?” He’s dead serious, his stare piercing through you as you gape at him. You hate that you’re actually considering it. Two fucking million-

“Don’t tell me you don’t need the money.” He’s got that confident ‘you’ll do what I want’ look, and you chew the inside of your cheeks till you feel it sting. Even if you didn’t, two million dollars could last you for a long time. 

“Just my shirt?” You ask quietly, despite the office being completely empty. Roman takes another sip, the large ball of ice clinking against the crystal. 

“Sure, unless you wanna take it all off, just let me see what’s underneath this fucking thing.” He makes a point to flick your skirt, grazing his fingers across the top of your thigh. You twitch at the feeling, there’s an icy hot shiver that runs up your spine, a dark whisper in the back of your mind that tells you it’s worth it in the end. 

You inhale before reaching up to unbutton your blouse, standing right between his knees. Slowly pulling apart each opal-colored button, watching how Roman is practically purring at how you strip. He’s set his glass down on the side table, uncaring that it’s not on a coaster and will leave ringed marks on the wood.

It’s a weird rush, the feeling in your tummy fluttering and your throat tightening. You peel off the cotton, dropping it to the carpeted floor and standing only in your pencil skirt and heels. Roman can see how the swell of your breasts move with each exhale, the subtle curve of your waist down to the pretty way you shift in your black heels.

It’s erotic in a debauched way. Borderline gross and repulsive, but arousing all in the same fashion.

You’re standing, waiting for… waiting for you don’t know what. Roman is well, Roman. He’s entitled, immature, and such a prick you’d feel more guilty about doing this if he wasn’t the coddled baby of a multi-billion dollar company. 

He's spontaneously compassionate and flips on a dime. He's so used to being mean, being cut-throat and crass - it's like second nature to him. Like most people, you can't stand Roman on a good day, even less on a bad. But there's something about him, maybe it's that air of frail egocentric bullshit, the sopping sweet stench of someone so high-strung on power and his own entitlement that shows you just how pathetic he really is.

You’ve always liked men who were a bit fucked in the head. Roman is no exception.

“Got a nice pair, prettier than a fucking pornstar.” You’re resisting the urge to cover up your chest, but for some reason, you don’t. Letting his eyes roam over the dips and curves of your body, staring ahead at the glass windows that gleam in the skyline of Manhattan.

Roman swipes his tongue across the plump of his lower lip, reaching forward to hold your skirt-clad waist, thumbs digging into your hipbones. Dragging the pad of his fingers over the band, where skin meets fabric. You’re sensitive, knees practically buckling from the feeling alone.

It’s not the first time he’s touched you, he usually makes his quirky gestures at random times. It’s usually a pat on the head or a pinch on the shoulder. A peck when he’s truly drunk. Never like this, never so intimately. But you bite your tongue to keep from whining out that you want more.

His hands are soft, never having to do a hard day's work in his life. He trails the tips over your exposed stomach, fiddling with the zipper of your skirt. He smirks, leaning forward to brush his nose across your belly, up to your ribcage, his hair tickles the underside of your breasts, the licked-up strands wild.

He, thankfully, doesn’t comment on your peaked nipples, your skin flushed in goosebumps from his touch. Instead, he murmurs into your skin, “I’ll give you another million to take off the rest.”

A pitched whine catches in your throat, the vibration of his voice against your ribs is making you squirm, and you look down at Roman to see his blown pupils and rose-bud colored cheeks. The slicked-back gel in his hair starting to come undone, strands falling across his forehead. You resist the urge to run your fingers through them, biting your lip.

“Whaddya say, my little paper pusher, gonna take off your skirt for me?” He already knows you will, he’s just prodding you for more. Nipping at the exposed skin of your abdomen, dragging the tip of his tongue across it, wetting the flesh. He’s dipping his fingers inside the band, trying to weasel his way into your panties, which are fucking sopping.

It’s like Roman always says, there’s no point of having a babysitter if he can’t fuck ‘em.

You’re so hazy, head foggy and clouded over - you’d think you were the one that drank. You puff out what he thinks is a quiet okay. Giving him a soft nod, hands shakily going to unzip the tight fabric. He hums, already ahead of you and hooking his thumbs into the band and tugging down.

With it, comes your skirt. You squeak at the sudden rush, stabling yourself on his shoulders as he rolls it down your thighs, letting it pool around your ankles. He makes a muffled aw at your panties, a pretty lacy thing that makes him giggle. 

He snaps the band with a finger, teeth flashing at how you squirm and yip like a puppy. “Wear this just for me? You’re so sweet.”

It’s patronizing, like he knew all along you were weak-willed and soft for him.

Roman nudges your legs apart with his knee, making you stand out in the open like his just for him. He presses two fingers against the drenched spot on your panties and gives a little circle. 

“Jesus, you’re fucking soaked,” He throws his head back and laughs. Observing how you tremble around the pressure on your clit. Sliding them to the side so he can run his fingers over your slick folds, dipping them between the seam and feeling the honey-thick arousal that’s smeared against your cunt.

He pulls his fingers back and Roman looks at his fingers quizzically, spreading them to see the clear slimy strings that web along his knuckles from your slick. It makes a fluttery feeling settle in his tummy, one he hasn’t experienced. He ignores the raging hard-on in his pants.

“Get this wet because I’d pay you to take off your clothes? That’s kinda fucked, you’re kinda like my personal whore then.” Even now he doesn’t shut up, but his words make you clench around nothing.

He’s different like this, the air around him is electric and heavy and makes you want to just sink into the floor. He watches how your knees wobble, the way you grab his shoulders to keep from falling into him - he’s got you right where he wants you.

“Yeah, you’re a fucking slut.” He swipes his fingers through your folds again, hardly even caring if he brushes your clit or not. 

Roman curves a hand around your back, brushing along your spine and settling on your tailbone. He pushes you backward by leaning forward, allowing your back to meet the cushions. Your legs coming up to drape over his hips. You glance down at the bulge that’s poking at your inner thighs, the faint damp spot on them has you itching to reach down and touch.

You wonder, faintly, how your relationship will change after this. If it’ll chance at all. You know Roman isn’t… the best, when it comes feelings. Maybe this is a one-and-done kinda deal, even so - it’ll still be worth it.

You get drawn out of your head when he’s playing with your pussy, fingers swiping up and down slowly, making you messier and sticky with your slick. You inhale, the tip of your tongue ready to beg for more when he pushes two fingers in your cunt, eyes wide and watching how you gasp and grab his wrist.

“Please-“ The way you say it, so breathily and desperate, it’s making him get hazy in the head.

He pushes in, down to the base of his knuckles, immediately going to hook them up and rub that sweet spot inside. It’s effective because your knees jerk and you’re half an inch from kneeing him in the chin.

The way you moan is so fucking hot, it has him twitching in his pants. You grab at his button-up, twisting the fabric as you hump his hand, it’s cute.

“I bet this is your wet-dream, huh? Getting your boss to finger-fuck your pussy.”  

“So easy too, little corporate slut who’s been waiting for me to fuck her.” He says it with a pinch to your inner thigh, giggling when you flinch and try to snap them shut. 

He’s taunting you, scissoring his fingers open and shivering at the sound of wet clicking that reverberates in the office. You’re tight, gripping his fingers and gushing down his wrist. He’s never wanted to see someone cum so bad before.

“That right?” He asks, his other hand coming up to grope and squeeze your tits. You shake your head, not even able to answer him with how he’s punching the tips of his fingers into your spot, the gooey sweet one that has you drooling and starry-eyed.

He slides the hand that’s pinching your nipples down to your hip, trying to settle the writhing and bucking of your pelvis.

“Making a fucking mess,” he mumbles, his other hand is occupied by pinning your hips to his sticky couch, which you’re sure is drenched with your cum. Trimmed nails dig into the flesh of your hipbone. The feeling of wetness clings to your inner thighs liberally, soaking down to the curve of your ass.  You whine, hips squirming in his tight grip. 

He pulls away suddenly, it makes you want to cry. You look at him with glassy eyes, the lashes wet and you’ve got bitten lips that quiver when he doesn’t hurry.

“Rome, I need-“ 

He’s scooting down, scooping your thighs up. His face is right in front of your heat, and he leans forward, flicking his tongue against your cunt, it makes sparks shoot through your lower half. Your hand shooting out the card through his hair, nails raking over his scalp.

You wouldn’t expect him to eat pussy so good, but god- he does. He sucks a fold into his mouth, he nips the other. You’re panting, practically grinding down against his face. His tongue lapping at you with such fervor you’re almost embarrassed. It’s sloppy and wet, and his chin is covered and shiny.

“So good, so good, it feels so fucking good.” Roman shivers, he’s not used to hearing praise. But he likes it a lot more than he realizes.

The light stubble drags across your skin, pricks the inside of your thighs from how hard you squeeze around his head. It’s like lightning, the build-up. It gets impossibly hotter when he’s pressing back his fingers and sucking your clit into his mouth. Your tummy clenching and spasming.

“O-oh fuck, Rome, I’m gonna-“ He hums, doubling his efforts, suckling harder while curling his fingers. It pays off when you gush and clamp down on him, moaning and mewling with leaking tears down your face. You tug on his hair when he licks a stripe up the seam of your cunt, jerking from the sensitivity.

Roman pulls away with a dopey grin, mouth shiny and god- he looks lovesick. Dark lashes fluttering at he crawls over you, palms resting on either side of your head. He’s so different like he suddenly doesn’t know what to do anymore. Retreating as if he hadn’t had his face in your pussy.

He presses a light kiss against your mouth. He smells of Dior Homme, the powdery iris and lavender that bleeds into vetiver, it’s intoxicating. He tastes like whisky and your cunt.

“You taste so much better than I thought you would.” Your hands flirt with the buttons of his ruffled shirt, untucking it from his waistband.

“Fuck, I’m so hard I think my dick is gonna fall off.” You giggle at his admission, leaning up to press kisses along the column of his neck.

“Well, let me return the favor, Mr. Roy.”

#val.writes ❦ #succession.✥° #roman roy x reader #roman roy smut #succession x reader #succession smut #roman roy x you

[malleux]

Hi maybe albedo, Xiao and scara (seperately ) with a reader that’s shorter then them?

Fluff plz

I’m 4”11 if that helps

short s/o.

-> albedo, xiao, wanderer x gn!reader

-> warnings: insecurity mention

albedo

I genuinely think Albedo is the one who cares the least about your height. His being a little shorter has never occurred to him as something that is something to be insecure about (it's still not, but to some it is).

Nevertheless, he thinks you're cute. It gives Albedo this primal instinct to protect you a bit more, even if you're fully capable of protecting yourself. He's been through a lot and felt helpless through many things, so he's going to make himself useful by loving and protecting you.

Pats the top of your head often, especially in praise. If you're helping him with research and come to a conclusion or figure something out, he pats your head with a soft "good job". Gets you every time.

xiao

One who I think does sometimes let his height get the better of him, solely because he was smaller than the other Adepti and therefore felt as though he had to prove himself to be a bit more. It helps that you're shorter because this kind of solves his insecurities. There's something about Xiao finally being the bigger one that he really enjoys.

Likes being helpful. If you can't reach something, he'll get it for you. If he can't reach it either, he'll use his powers or something to get it down. Either way, you're not lifting a finger and he's doing it for you.

I believe that no matter your height, Xiao enjoys being the little spoon. He is an old Adeptus with the weight of the world on his shoulders at times. He enjoys being able to just lie down and be held for once with no worries. It doesn't matter if it is awkward or not, please hold Xiao.

wanderer

Napoleon complex. Hands down. Because of this, your short stature puts Wanderer on top of the world. He feels absolutely amazing because now he can make fun of someone's height instead of people making fun of him.

On a serious note, he thinks you're adorable despite all the teasing. His teasing is just a way of getting more interaction with you-- he's not too good with flirting. Wanderer does that thing where he uses you as an armrest and puts his elbow on your head, even if you're really not much shorter than him. Please just let him do it.

Opposite of Xiao-- Wanderer wants to be the big spoon for the most part. As previously said, you being shorter makes Wanderer feel bigger. He wants to relish in that and it extends to sleeping or cuddling as well. He wants his arms around you, his legs caging yours. It's like a nonverbal warning saying, "If anything tries to get to you, they have to get through me first."

#lay speaks #fic blog #x reader #genshin impact #fanfiction #writing #lay writes #genshin impact x reader #asks #requests #stygianoir #xiao x reader #genshin xiao #xiao genshin impact #albedo #albedo x reader #genshin albedo #albedo genshin impact #wanderer #wanderer x reader #wanderer genshin #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche genshin impact

[strwberri-milk]

idk if you’d write for alhaitham but in honor of me only loosing six 50/50s in my quest for c6 r5,, can you perhaps write a dom!reader (gn is preferred) that just takes their time pleasuring him? like a lot of praise and overstim and making him stupid :D if you don’t write for him diluc/kaeya is fine

mayhaps you should pay for my alhaitham funds omg congrats though!!! heres my attempt at alhaitham - a little cocky, overconfident, and not willing to submit even to the bitter end :D

Alhaitham is nothing if he isn't self sufficient. He can take care of himself when needed and has done a lot of work to ensure that he can be independent. That's why he's not going to just give you something that you want that easily. No, you're going to have to work for it.

It's not that he doesn't want to submit, it's that he believes nothing good in life is worth it if you don't work for it. He's not going to make it easy for you either.

He's a busy man and expects nothing less than perfection of himself, which makes it nearly impossible sometimes to align your schedules for long enough for any of the things you want to do for him. That doesn't mean it's impossible though.

You've finally got him where you want him, laying back on the bed and looking up at you with equal parts apprehension and excitement. A bit of a smirk sits on his lips, watching as you kneel between his legs and look back up at him.

"What are you trying to do?" he asks with a slight scoff in his voice, figuring out that this is yet another attempt of yours to try and take him off guard.

"Nothing special," you mutter, glad that his pants were already removed. You press kisses against his thigh, smiling to yourself as you feel his muscles stiffen.

"If you're trying to get me to-"

His words cut off when he feels your breath ghosting over him, biting back his words as his cock twitches. He sits up on his arms, about to try again and you give him a strong lick, taking the moan he gives you as the beginnings of your prize.

Sometimes, it seems like he thinks of himself as better than others. Not in the way he speaks, but in the way he carries himself. You don't know if it's just a result of his confidence, or if it's because he really does think he is better (which you doubt considering that he insists on staying in a more humble position with the Akademiya despite how smart he is). It's fun being able to finally reduce someone like that to a mere man succumbing to pleasure, each whimper and moan that slips past his lips more pleasant than the last.

You decided he wasn't going to be the one pleasuring you today, more focused on trailing your heated fingertips down his body and scratching lightly against his skin with your nails. It seemed that the further you managed to take him from his comfort zone the more receptive he was to your touch, bedsheets perpetually clenched in his hand.

His other hand is buried in your scalp, holding tightly as though for dear life as you mouth over his length. Your tongue laves over him, something about this time feeling so much better than it usually does. His mind is hazy, finally beginning to let go for your ministrations to take over any sort of conscious thought he has.

"Feels good, doesn't it sweetheart?" you purr seductively, relishing the lack of thought behind his eyes.

"Fuck," he manages under his breath, letting go of his inhibitions to moan more freely than he's let himself before.

"i know," you coo, going back down to take him entirely into your mouth again.

He definitely didn't expect to keep cumming over and over for you, struggling to remain coherent. It didn't get any better when you introduced your fingers, not expecting to like the feeling of the intrusion so much.

His thighs close up around your head, squeezing you tight and keeping him between them as he cums again in your mouth. His cum was basically nothing at this point, body so overdone that he didn't even know he had another orgasm in him.

He's almost begging for you to stop, the overstimulation burning in the best way to his body as his back arches into your touch. You don't stop, eyes dark with pleasure and he's sure you've somehow managed to cum untouched thanks to your efforts on his body.

Maybe he'll take his revenge on you some other time, you know, when he has higher thought again.

#genshin impact smut #genshin smut #al haitam x reader #alhaitham smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #alhaitham x reader

[devourable]

i want some love for the girls. can we pls get nsfw or kink hcs for valentina, i need her to step on me pls - 🍭 anon

we’re gonna act like i didn’t go awol for no reason again 🫶 valenteeny kink post bc abes was fun to do

cw sadism and intoxication (with a lil bit of dubcon as a treat)

• dacryphilia

tina loves it when you cry. whether it be from fear, pain, or sheer overstimulation, she thinks its hot when she gets you so worked up that you start crying for her. sometimes she likes to mess with you by seeing how quickly she can make you tear up without even touching you — usually by overstimulating you so much and so fast that it damn near hurts. she’ll always wipe your cheeks and kiss the tears away after, of course, but she relishes in every second of it

• impact play

valentina doesn't like hurting you for the most part. but sometimes the idea of you being covered in bruises and welts left by her really gets her going and she can't help herself. it turns her on endlessly watching you try to hold it together after she hits you — and when you have to go out the next day with a particularly nasty mark that you can’t cover up, it gives her a sense of ownership over you. watching you try to explain it away to others without embarrassing yourself is fun too

• voyeurism

you definitely have to get used to the feeling of eyes on you whenever you change or shower. it’s like valentina has a secret sense that lets her know whenever you’re in a state of undress somewhere, because chances are whenever you turn to the door to leave after, you’ll find her shamelessly staring at you like you’re on display for her. something about you being unaware of her prying eyes (or being well aware of her presence and not stopping her) gets her off

• exhibitionism(?)/humiliation

another favorite activity of valentina’s is stuffing you with whatever toy she has on hand and making you go out with her. if she’s feeling especially mean, she’ll force you to do most of the talking — making you order for the both of you, having you talk to any friends you meet while out, or just walking you around in public like a trophy while you squirm and hope to god that no one knows what’s going on. god bless you if she chooses something that vibrates, too, because she’ll turn the power to the highest setting at the worst moment just to see if you’ll crack

• intox play?

technically not a kink, it’s less sexual and more of a power thing — but tina likes it when you get drunk or high around her, especially if you’re a lightweight. it means she gets to hold you down and watch you writhe under her, too out of it to object or try to push her off. it’s just so cute! she generally won’t make a move on you when you’re in this state, but if you make a move on her, then she’s more than happy to give you exactly what you want. it’s always so fun to tease you about it the next day, when you can’t remember a thing.

#finding the right string of words for intox play was a task gd #i might make a list of the problematic kinks my ocs are into bc writing this made me realize i have quite a few into the same thing #so 🫶 #xxi ;; the world — asks #🍭 anon #💪 valentina e. ;; the gym bunny #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere x oc #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere girl #lesbian yandere #yandere nsft #wlw yandere #yandere girl x reader

[shelby-fangirl00]

Empty Spaces-Part Two

Sorry for such the long wait if anyone is actually waiting for this! This was super fun to write :) Enjoy! I love reading what you guys thought so plz lmk! Once this internship of mine is over this month, I will be more consistent!

Warnings: age gap, cheating, smut (MINORS DNI, 18+)

What the fuck did you get yourself into? Fucking yourself in front of a married man. You felt so ashamed on the surface, but this desperate feeling of desire ate away at you. It was much stronger than the shame. Were you really that bad of a person for wanting to see him again, preferably before Mrs. Shelby returned? It’s not like you’re the only woman Thomas had pursued while being married. He’s the talk of the town. The women in Small Heath would go on and on about the bloody man. 

Today was your only free day this week, so you settled for a thin peach dress that grazed just above your knees. The dress was a few years old, so it was a bit snug. Honestly, it looked better on you like this. It hugged your hips in a flattering way. You stared back at yourself in the mirror, relishing in the way you looked outside of that god awful uniform you swam in. You felt more like yourself like this, more like a woman. You would’ve never worn something like this even a year ago, when you lived with family. Thomas certainly wouldn’t have any qualms about how you dressed.

You needed to clear your thoughts and get out of this awfully empty mansion. Your favorite place to visit on the property was the massive stables. Tommy had a few horses out here. I’ve seen him secretly having conversations with the horses as if they were people. He seemed to talk to them more than actual humans. 

It was a cloudy Sunday afternoon, so you didn’t expect anyone to be around today, or at least right now. 

‘Hello love.’ You whispered to the tall white horse behind the first stable door. Her name was Charm. She wasn’t a racing horse, just one of Tom’s beloved creatures. She was completely pampered, as she should be. 

She nuzzled her nose into your hand and you couldn’t help but to press your forehead to hers, as a sign of affection. She was such a beautiful and gentle horse. You liked talking to her too. Sometimes you would sit out here for hours reading and thinking out loud to her. Being here with Charm was your way to get away from that stuffy house. Aside from Francis, nobody ever noticed you out here until today.  

‘I see you’ve beat me to her again today.’ A deep voice chuckled out from behind, making you jump and yelp. 

You immediately stiffen as Thomas appears in your line of sight. Again?  You thought to yourself. Had he seen you here before? You could’ve sworn nobody was ever out here when you came. 

Color nibbled at your cheekbones in embarrassment for some reason. 

‘Shit sorry, I didn’t expect anyone to come here today.’ You stuttered out, averting your eyes to the hay bale where you had thrown off your shoes just minutes ago. You lowered to grab them in embarrassment, holding them behind your back. He studied you curiously as the shadow of a smile appeared on his face. 

You hadn’t seen him since he came all over your stomach and tits last night. You finally looked to his eyes as he walked towards you and Charm, reaching out to pet her long muzzle. His body was now inches from yours, leaning over the door that separated you from Charm. His scent flooded your nostrils, leaving you lightheaded. 

You both stood for what felt like minutes in silence, admiring Charm’s beauty. You waited to feel that certain uncomfortable feeling, like you needed to run away from the silence, find something to say. But that feeling never came. Calmness was all you felt. You shamelessly looked up at him. He was quite the vision. Being so close to him, you could see how every feature of his face was also calm and relaxed. You were used to seeing his face tight and stern with intimidation and disapproval. You wondered if he was some sort of fallen angel.

‘Did your father own horses?’ He asked, pulling you from your thoughts. His eyes sparkled as they scanned the length of your body quickly. Your stomach did somersaults at his attempt to be subtle. 

‘We never owned them, no. But I grew up on the countryside with other families. They owned many horses.’ I admitted to him.

His eyes shifted in curiosity, the wheels in his brain obviously turning, trying to figure you out. 

‘Did you grow up with gypsy folk?’ He asked, shocked by the realization. 

You couldn’t help but giggle at the look on his face. Taking a few steps back, you plopped down onto the hay bale to lace your boots back on.

‘Does that surprise you?’ You asked sarcastically. 

‘A bit actually. I didn’t expect someone like you to be living around many gypsies.’ He said with a laugh. 

‘Then I suppose you don’t know much about me now, do you Mr. Shelby?’ You teased, standing up.

 What did that comment really mean though? Your family has always had respect for the other families you lived and traveled with. You all took care of each other. They were like family and still are. 

You both studied each other’s faces, the thoughts of last night running through your heads as you bored into his eyes. You so desperately wanted him to touch your skin, to finally give your body a purpose.

His stepped in to fill the empty space between you, casually lifting a hand to stroke the stray strands of hair resting on your collarbone, like he’d done it a thousand times before. He watched your chest intently as it rose and fell, his eyes filled with a hungry look. 

He stepped even closer to you, forcing you to look up. He bent down slightly, placing his lips inches away from your ear as his hand cupped the back of your head lightly. Tingles ran down your spine.

‘What I do know is that your body is very responsive to me.’ His deep and sultry voice in your ear caused your thighs to squeeze and rub together. You nearly exploded right there. His fingers fell from your head to run along the length of your back, barely touching you.  

Fucking hell. He wasn’t wrong. You were a flushed mess under his touch. Goosebumps covered your exposed legs and arms. But you felt the guilt creeping back up your throat as he spoke. 

‘Thomas…your wife, I-I can’t betray her trust like that again-

‘My wife is out fucking politicians in London.’ He spat out, seemingly annoyed by the mention of her. You didn’t know if this is something you should apologize for or not. You did anyway.

‘I’m sorry.’ Your voice trailed off and he took a few steps back towards the entrance. 

‘Don’t be. Enjoy the rest of your day with Charm, love. Come up to my room tonight after diner.’ He said plainly, as he vanished from the stables, not waiting for your response. 

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You stood outside of Thomas’s door, wringing your hands out over and over again. You didn’t feel guilty anymore about fooling around with Thomas after what he had told you. That didn’t stop the nerves that rolled through you the rest of the day. He was a much more experienced man. You had only ever had sex once before, so why would he want someone who didn’t know what they were doing? 

You took a long bath, preparing yourself for whatever the hell he planned to do to you in his own bed. The bed he shared with his wife. You felt guilty for not feeling guilty. You had slipped into another slim and plain dress. The dress was a deep red this time, fitting for the occasion. Feeling bold and needy, you were naked underneath, your hard and perky nipples poking through the dress. 

You went to knock on his door and it opened almost immediately. Thomas was standing there in a loose white shirt, his suspenders pulled down and around his shoulders. His eyes instantly darkened, looking over your body, stopping at your nipples. Your hair was down in a wild way. You usually had it pinned back for work, but you wanted him to see all of what you were. He had never seen you so stripped down. 

You couldn’t help but bite back a wide smile as you too, took all of him in. You wanted each other, it was obvious. 

He forced his eyes to the floor, moving aside to let you in, shutting the door behind him. 

You took in the spacious and dimly lit room. It was quite extravagant, the low rising bed in the center and a massive window covered the wall behind it. The moonlight lit up every inch of the bed. You turned to face him finally.

Without hesitation, he stalked over to you, stopping inches from your face. His breath was heavy on your lips. You fought every instinct to run away from him 

‘Hi.’ You giggled out playfully as he stared down at you. 

In an instant, his lips were on yours for the first time. Your body went numb as he engulfed you into the kiss. He pressed his firm hands onto the sides of your face lovingly. The kiss was firm but mostly gentle. 

A quiet moan escaped my mouth, forcing a growl out of him. He pulled back, still holding your face in his hands, admiring and appreciating this real version of yourself that you allowed him to see. 

‘You’re so fucking beautiful.’ He panted out breathlessly. His eyes were burning with lust. Your heart swelled at his words.  

Without fear, you reached your hand up to stroke his freckled cheek, running your finger along his pouty bottom lip. His eyes became heavy as he watched you.

With no warning, his hand shot up to swat your hand away. In one swift movement, he planted his hands on your waist, pushing you back until you were pressed against the wall. Both of you breathing heavily, he watched his own hands explore your body. They slid up your stomach and up the roundness of your chest, stopping at your nipples. He lightly pinched them into his big fingers. You hissed in pleasure as your back arched closer to him. Your mouths both hung open at the sensation. 

‘Fuck Tommy…’ You moaned out, causing him to chuckle. 

‘You’ve never called me that before.’ He stated, smiling for ear to ear. Before you could answer, his mouth was licking and biting at your neck, down your chest. You threw your head back in ecstasy as his greedy hands moved down to your thighs, pushing up your dress. 

He pulled back and looked down, eyebrows raised to his fucking hairline. 

‘Needy girl. Showing up to my room in nothing but this tight little dress. Practically begging me to touch you.’ He said as his hands reached around to squeeze your bare ass, forcing you up on your tippy toes.

‘Is that a bad thing?’ You croaked out honestly.

His face softened at your question. 

‘Course not, love. You’re honest about what you want. I like that about you.’

His hand moved from your ass to fall between your legs. He watched as if on instinct, your legs fell open for him and your hands wrapped around his neck. You hummed in satisfaction as his two fingers slid up the wet slit between your legs, coating his fingers in your liquids.  

He brought his fingers up for you to see the state of yourself. Your cheeks turned red in embarrassment. 

‘Oh god, I-I’m sorry…’ You whispered, looking away from him. 

He gently lifted your chin up to look at his fingers again. He proceeded to shove them in his mouth, sucking them clean, not looking away from you. 

He moaned lowly, sending more wetness to your core. You watched in awe as he licked the juices from his fingers. 

‘Don’t ever apologize for this. You taste so good. Is this because of me?’ He cooed before his hand returned to your pussy. You were so wet for him it was practically running down your thighs.  

‘Yes…I’m always like this when you’re around.’ He let out a low groan. He started to rub gentle circles into your swollen clit. Sparks flew around your stomach. You let out a whimper before letting your hands slid down his chest, feeling his tight and toned stomach and chest. As you worked your way down his stomach, you ran your hands down his hooded pants. He was so fucking hard. 

He growled, shutting his eyes as you finally touched him where he needed relief the most. 

As he kept rhythm with his hand rubbing your needy clit, you sloppily unbuttoned his pants and reached down to pull his throbbing cock free. You nearly gasped at the size of this man. You assumed that he was impressive, but you didn’t expect this. It made you even more needy than before. 

‘See how hard you make me? You always make me so fucking hard. Especially this morning...in that little dress. Fuck, you’re driving me mental...’ It’s like he was thinking out loud to you as his hands worked at your pussy. 

‘Tommy…pleeeease.’ You whimpered as his words were driving you closer and closer to your release. 

He knew what you wanted. Without hesitation, he slid two fingers past your barrier, forcing a gasp from you, then a throaty noise you couldn’t describe. He slowly dragged them back out and slammed back in, finding a desired pace. 

He felt so fucking good inside of your hot hole. While he pumped into you with one hand, he worked at your clit with the other. The sensations were almost too much to bar. Nobody had ever touched you like this before. 

Your breath became ragged and your legs started to shake from the pleasure. 

You looked down at his throbbing and twitching cock, the only exposed part on his body. 

‘That’s it. Chase that feeling…I want you coming all over my fingers.’ He panted into my ear as he quickened the pace on my clit and thrusted his fingers relentlessly into me. Your hands were bracing yourself on his chest. 

Just as he uttered the words, your body did as he said. He lightly pinched your clit between his fingers and the wave of pleasure washed over you. Your back bowed and your face contorted. Your mouth hung open but no noise came out. The orgasm was so intense, you were driving your nails into his shoulders now. His eyes devoured you as his mouth hung slack, completely overtaken by lust. 

As you came down from the high, you panted out, steadying yourself on his shoulders. After an unknown amount of time, you focused back on his delicious face. You felt amazing, but you needed more.

He gently pulled his two fingers out of you, forcing another hiss to escape your lips, your tight walls clenching down on him. 

You grabbed Tommy’s face, pulling him into a heated kiss. His tongue swirled into your mouth, making you fuss another whimper. The kiss was sloppy and your hands were roaming every inch of him. You quickly pulled off his shirt as he pushed his pants down and off his body. 

Pulling away from the kiss, he pushed the material of your dress up and over your head. You both stood there gawking, completely naked in front of each other. 

He was the most gorgeous human you’d ever laid eyes on. His chest was beautifully covered in small cuts and scars you couldn’t take your eyes off of. 

He gently took your hand into his, pulling you off the wall and leading you towards the bed. 

You were fucking insatiable. 

He sat down on the edge of the bed, and without hesitation, you climbed on top of his lap. He pressed his palms flat on your back as he looked up to kiss you. You grinded your sensitive core over his cock instinctively, making him moan into your mouth. You don’t know what came over you exactly. It was like being around Tommy brought out a different side of you. A more confident and relaxed version of yourself. 

‘I need to be inside you.’ He panted out, grabbing the sides of your head and pressing his forehead against yours. 

Without hesitation, you pushed yourself up and he aligned himself with your entrance. You both watched as the head of his cock rubbed up and down your folds before pushing slowly into your tight pussy. 

‘Oh fuck…’ You moaned out as you threw your head back. He watched as his cock disappeared, inch by inch into you. Your walls clamped down on him as he slid inside. 

He let out a low and throaty growl as he bottomed out inside of you, finally filling you up completely. You stayed planted down on him, adjusting to his size before his hands squeezed your hips, signaling for you to move. 

You slid up slowly, hissing as your walls were squeezing him so tightly. 

‘Shit, you’re so damn tight around me.’ His words egged you on, making you slam down on his cock over and over again. You felt so fucking powerful with him for some reason. It was as if you were a completely different woman. Someone you always wanted to be. You felt free. 

‘Fuck Tommy! Oh my god, please Tommy.’ You were a blubbering mess. Tears sting out from your eyes as your body tried to process this feeling. You had never been so fucking full. He chuckled before taking control of your body. He slammed his back into the bed, pulling you down with him. Your face hovered over his as he wrapped his strong arms around your back, ramming his cock up into you relentlessly. Your eyes squeezed shut, focusing on the feeling of him fucking you senseless. 

‘Look at me. I wanna see your pretty eyes when you come on my cock.’ 

Your eyes shot open at his words. Somehow, he pounded even harder and deeper into you. He watched you wildly was he brought you to your second orgasm. 

‘Fuuck!’ You screamed out, letting the pleasure wash over your face. You weren’t scared or nervous, you wanted him to see what he did to you.

Seconds later, his thrusts became sloppy as his release followed your own. You both never looked away as you came undone around each other. 

You stayed connected like this for minutes, staring into each other in awe. It was more than just casual sex. You both felt a connection being made in that moment, and it scared the hell out of both of you. 

Finally, you slipped off of him. You both moaned in protest as your pussy tightened around him more. His cock popped out, still hard as fuck. 

‘You alright, love? He asked softly as he pushed back the mangled hair in your face.

You smiled, exhausted but completely satisfied in the moment. 

‘I’m more than alright. I-I didn’t know it could feel like that.’ You chuckled out, your limbs going limp.

He smiled softly, planting a soft kiss to your forehead. ‘You took me so well, love.’

You smiled back at him, getting one last look of him like this before standing up and dressing yourself. 

‘You have somewhere to be?’ He laughed, not moving from his place on the bed. 

‘I should probably get back to my room. Thank you, Tom-

‘Please love, stay with me tonight.’ He said so gently as he gestured for you to come lay in his arms. You hesitated at first before saying fuck it and jumping back into the soft white sheets with him. His bed was much more comfortable than yours. 

He wrapped you into his chest, pulling the sheets over your bare bodies. His skin was so warm against yours. You nuzzled into him and he rubbed your back gently before the both of you dozed off in exhaustion. You were shocked by your own actions and even more shocked that you were in bed with Thomas fucking Shelby. 

You couldn’t help but remember Francis reminding you about Mrs. Shelby returning in two days. Your body shuddered at the realization. You tried to push the thoughts to the back of your mind and focus on this moment here in Tommy’s bed. 

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𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗧𝗛 𝗢𝗥 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗘..

kaitlyn ka x female reader

a/n: i've been dying for kaitlyn fics, and just the quarry fics in general, because there's hardly any and that makes me want to cry. anyways, first thing i'm hopefully posting so no bullying pls. no werewolves! also sorry if the ending feels like it could be improved, i just really wanted to be finished with this <3

warnings: nothing serious, some making out

word count: 2.4k

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The joyous, fun atmosphere surrounding the gentle flicker of the campfire quickly disappeared, leaving the mood somewhat awkward as everyone who had remained (being Dylan, Ryan and yourself) turned towards Kaitlyn with a disappointed look.

"What?" questioned the small ravenette, sensing the glares from the three of you while she feigned innocence at the situation she, may have, intentionally, created.

"You totally ruined the party man," Dylan absentmindedly responded, taking a sip of whatever beer was left. All of you were a little tipsy, sober enough that thinking clearly wasn't an issue but drunk enough to feel a warm woozy sensation floating around your bodies.

In all truth, you weren't bothered in the slightest by the absence of Jacob, Abi, Emma or Nick. You did like them, sure, though being with them throughout the summer was often challenging - you typically found yourself enjoying the company of the others instead.

The four of you had stuck together for a large portion of the time, and you felt you'd become pretty close; so close that, naturally, you formed a humongous crush on the confident, very attractive, super cool dark-haired girl that was sometimes a little mean to you.

With Kaitlyn, you could never be quite sure about how she felt about you, there had been a few occasions where you doubted if she even liked as a friend. She was hard to read and you were a bit sensitive so, as you can imagine, things got tricky - having a ton of feelings for her only made you suffer greatly.

Then again, when these times occurred where you were miserable, Kaitlyn would periodically open up to you and let you know that, yes, she did appreciate you. Small moments of affirmation after so much doubt made you feel so unbelievably fuzzy inside. Unfortunately, the pair of you were tremendously insecure, because of this, there was a lot of dancing around each other the entire summer, similarly to Nick and Abi.

Suddenly desperate to relish in what could be the last evening with her, a rapid demand to continue the entertainment of 'truth or dare' came spilling from your mouth.

'Someone's...eager," Ryan chuckled slowly, glancing over at you and then at Dylan with a knowing glint in his eye.

Following this, Dylan offered, "Y/N's just disappointed she didn't get to smooch anyone this evening."

"You and me both, Y/N."

It was such a quiet array of words yet everyone heard Kaitlyn mutter them - nobody said anything back.

You were so hopelessly in love with her, that you couldn't help but hang onto anything Kaitlyn said that remotely resembled a reciprocation of feelings.

Shyly, you lifted your gaze from the muddy floor to your friends around you, careful not to stare directly at her gorgeous face. Whatever you were about to say next needed to be calm, one hundred percent normal and definitely not suggestive of anything.

With a brief amount of consideration and overthinking, you said, "Well, I don't know, what else is there to do right now? We can keep playing without the others."

You needed to stop working yourself up over such minuscule things; with Kaitlyn anywhere near you, you couldn't control yourself. Not being a fumbling mess was incredibly difficult.

"Yeah sure, why the fuck not?" Dylan chimed back in with a sense of glee, intrigued to see what would happen next.

"Cool alright, Kaitlyn?"

Deep down, it was clear to you that she would join back in, but part of you still inwardly thanked Ryan for ensuring that she was interested in continuing.

"I'm in, of course," A short pause. "You're a bit far away from us Y/N, you should get a bit closer, come here..."

Watching as Kaitlyn patted the empty space on the rough log impatiently, indicating you join her, an eruption of warmth covered your cheeks at her attention being on you; her wanting you next to her.

"Yeah, come on over here Y/N!"

Obviously, it didn't feel as special when Dylan said it, though, you appreciated how it got rid of some of the tension.

"Okay okay, yes, I'm coming," You spoke up, giggling, absolutely infected with giddiness that was bursting to show. You're sure it did, a big goofy smile plastered to your face as you made your way to the opposite side of the campfire. Apparently, the delight spread to Kaitlyn since you could've sworn she was attempting to mask an excited grin too.

Immediately, a soft scent of honey mixed with something floral was all you could smell, each and every time you inhaled. It made you feel very comfortable.

"Who wants to start it off this time?" inquired Ryan, yet your attention was instantly torn away from him due to the sensation of a soft, smaller hand brushing over your slightly sweaty one.

There was not a doubt in your mind. You had already jumped to the conclusion that it was intentional. From doing an action so small as turning away from you to face Ryan, how could Kaitlyn's hand touch yours in the process if it were on accident? There was no time to think rationally, you were already freaking out like mad. And she loved it.

"I'll go."

Leaving no room for arguments, Kaitlyn's head whipped back round to face you once more, this time with a playful theme prominent within her features.

"Y/N. Truth or dare," she asked, intently, her pretty eyes trained on your very nervous self.

You couldn't pick a place to focus your line of sight, eyes darting from her straight to the floor and back at your two shaky hands resting in your lap. Not in a million years were you prepared to answer 'dare'. In what world did you have the confidence.

Telling yourself it was the sensible response, you requested 'truth' like the jittery coward you are - to nobody's surprise but to Kaitlyn's disappointment.

"Tryna play it safe, are we, Y/N? I'm not letting you off that easily," was all she said as you sat there, patiently awaiting for whatever abomination that was heading your way.

Finally, you observed as her eyes lit up with a sudden delight; her full attention, once again, solely focused on you, not quite prepared for what was coming next.

"Out of everyone here, meaning me, Dylan or Ryan, who would you be the most interested in dating...and you have to answer otherwise it's no fun."

The situation wouldn't have felt awfully suffocating if it weren't for your stupid crush, which you were starting to suspect Kaitlyn was fully aware of. Her plump lips contorted mischievously into something smug - a perfectly arched eyebrow raised while she continued staring you down.

Because of the intense stare and immense amount of pressure you felt you were under, you missed a faint flash of worry flicker in her eye at your hesitation; uncertain whether or not her question had backfired on her.

Words couldn't describe the newfound urge tugging at your stomach to let her know that you so badly wanted to date her, to be with her, to kiss her. You couldn't handle rejection in the slightest but also couldn't bare the thought of letting this go on much longer - missing your chance when you had it.

You felt yourself tearing apart because of a silly crush on a girl who was way too good for you; evidently taking this unimportant game way too seriously. This time, you locked eyes with Kaitlyn, your heart racing, making an effort to bring any remnants of confidence together to prepare an answer.

"Uhhhh, I'd probably wanna date you, Kaitlyn?"

You had never experienced something simultaneously this underwhelming and overwhelming. Really, your response was very simple, basic, and not that huge. If, by chance, the beautiful ravenette was utterly disgusted by your answer it could be put down to merely a game and everyone would move on. You would be devastated but you'd get over it.

Having said that, repulsion was the last thing Kaitlyn felt regarding your answer, instead, a frantic fuel ignited within her. For a moment, she kind of just gawked at you, a bashful awkwardness radiating from your features.

"Truth or dare," she asked once more, this time the question coming across as more demanding, and a slight shake was apparent in her voice. Desperation spurred over her yet she seemed to be concealing it quite well, aside from the little chew on her lip while she awaited your answer, the nervous habit being the only indication of how Kaitlyn felt.

"Hey, what!" Dylan interjected, "Why are you going again, Kaitlyn? It's Y/N's turn."

Though you had to admit that Dylan's disapproval was amusing, you were too engulfed in whatever was happening between you and her. Nothing but you and her. Bathing in her alluring nature, you really did not mean to take this long to respond, you shouldn't be keeping someone that exquisite waiting.

"Dare..."

To outsiders, the atmosphere didn't appear tense at all. The luminous blaze of the golden camp, flickered and your chest tightened by the second.

"I dare you," Kaitlyn breathed out, her words trailing off implying a wane in confidence. Again, she was doubting herself, even when, at this point, the both of you had been as open as you could about your intense romantic interest for each other without explicitly saying anything.

You observed her complexion closely, each insecurity conveyed on her face made your heart rate increase consequently. You yearned for her to give in and do something to relieve all the built up anxiety, yet couldn't blame her too much since you found yourself incapable of initiating the first move.

An abrupt change conjured. Kaitlyn ostensibly bolder.

"I dare you to kiss me."

Silence. You inched forward but couldn't quite make it all the way. You didn't know what it was, something was holding you back. Also, with the audience of the two boys, you couldn't help your sheepish nature.

As though she couldn't handle it anymore, impatient because of your hesitancy, Kaitlyn took matters into her own hands and closed the gap, her soft lips meeting yours. Certain she would tease you about your failure to for fill the dare, you decided it was best to concern yourself with it later - a highly insignificant worry, really.

The kiss didn't last too long. The bliss you felt quickly overpowered by insecurity, and maybe disappointment too. You had hoped the moment you had been chasing for months would at least be longer than a few seconds. Grateful you got to kiss her, yet, you needed more.

"That was...terrible. I'm sorry," You mumbled bashfully, barely audible for Dylan and Ryan.

"Nu-uh baby, it was good," She whispered back, then tugging your face toward her once more.

Whereas the first peck was delicate, shy and over in a few seconds, in this instance, the kiss was deepened almost immediately. Her gentle hands cupped your flushed cheeks, promoting you to tightly grasp at her clothes. It took all of your power to not let any whimpers or whines escape you, making out with someone while other people were around was embarrassing enough as is.

"Okay...guys..." Ryan, being the first to speak up, broke the immersion, the two of you reluctantly pulling away from each other.

"Totally digging how happy you are right now, but, you know, lodge is empty..." Dylan chimed in, somewhat less awkward than Ryan.

You shared a look with Kaitlyn, your shortness of breath mirrored after your lips had been pressed against one another's for an extended period of time.

"Sounds great, thanks Dylan," Kaitlyn rose from her place seated on the log, enthusiasm oozing from her. "Let's get going huh, Y/N?" She proposed, laced with sultry.

You stayed seated, a little dumbfounded about the kiss and relishing in the electric sensation circulating in your body. Kaitlyn gripped your wrist, gaining your attention as her request caught up with you.

"Uh, yeah...yes we should go," Stumbling over your words, you got up, waved to Dylan and Ryan and began your journey back to the lodge. Incoherent mumbling could be heard from the pair left behind. You ignored it, giggling slightly and walked beside Kaitlyn.

When you arrived, you opened up the wooden door and stepped inside, Kaitlyn not giving you an opportunity to voice your opinion on anything; her mouth soon latched onto yours.

It was hungry, and you returned the passion. Although she may have been smaller than you, she still forced you up against one of the aging walls of the building; her tongue buried in your mouth. There was no fight for dominance, Kaitlyn was in control, not that you minded. It was such a rush, her lips all over your cool skin, your trembling hands in her dark hair, the occasional raspy chuckles from her, and the whines from you. Anything either one of you did spurred the other on wildly.

Eventually, distances had to be created since you couldn't keep going without catching your breath.

"I can't believe it took us that long to do this. We could've been having hot make-out sessions all summer" Kaitlyn beamed with genuine delight, her hands retreating from being all over you to placed on her hips, taking her usual sassy stance.

"I know," You agreed, laughing," I was so scared about being rejected"

"It's okay, I was equally terrified. Better late than never I suppose. At least we know now." The ravenette smirked, gazing into your eyes, entertained by how dishevelled you looked, encouraging her to admit, "I seriously am so fucking attracted to you."

Again, you let out a giggle, a noise that Kaitlyn thought was endearing. "Well, I've been fawning over you for like ages now." You blushed, the confession sparking a wave of heat to pass over you. Even though your actions had already said enough, disclosing the information made your shoulders feel externally lighter.

"It does really suck that it's the end of camp, going our separate ways and all" You continued, dejectedly. You were overjoyed that you were finally sharing these movements with Kaitlyn but hated yourself for holding off this long.

She examined your rapidly declining mood, likewise, she was regretful for waiting, however, not an ounce of uncertainty clouded her mind.

"What is there to worry about? Of course, we can stay in touch, I'm serious about this and...I do want to be with you." She reassured you, offering a loving smile filled with comfort. "Just give me your number, baby."

#the quarry #the quarry fanfic #the quarry fandom #the quarry kaitlyn #kaitlyn ka #kaitlyn ka x reader #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #emma mountebank #jacob custos #until dawn #supermassive games #the quarry x reader #until dawn x reader #lgbtq #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #x female reader

[mitsuributmexican]

"love hurts sometimes" (yandere! shadowy venomous x gn reader)

CW/TW: smut, yandere tendencies, dub-con, restraints, forced date, rough sex, scarring, bleeding, marking, possessiveness, shadowy is a toxic prick, scratching, drugging (aphrodisiacs and love potion), mentions of cum, pain, venom, reader has been kidnapped for a bit already, hints of Stockholm? Read at your own risk!

Shadowy had taken over. Your husband was pretty much gone. And who knows if he would be coming back. He swore it wouldn’t happen. Both to you and Fink. You always felt a bit of suspicion when he said so, yet you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. That clearly went well, didn’t it?

You had warned Fink not to go into his lab, in fear of how he’d react.  She squirmed out of your grasp and ran in anyway. You ran after her, wanting to make sure she’d be okay. “I said, I’d call you if I needed you. And did I ask for you to come here? No. So get out.” he said, in an icy tone that made the poor girl tear up and run off. “Fink, wait!” you exclaimed, going to run after her to try to comfort her. But before you could do so, you were shoved to the ground and felt a boot on your back.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” he spoke, in an almost threatening tone. “This has to stop! Please, Venomous, this has gone too far. Please, if you’re in there, just come back. For Fink and me?” you pleaded, with some tears in your eyes. Despite how the professor had taken you from your home in the middle of the night and forced you into his, claiming you’d learn to love him as he did you, at least he wasn’t whatever the hell was stepping on you now. At least he was gentle, and understood your behaviors. Maybe the professor hadn’t been as bad as you made him out to be, at least not now.

He laughed at your pleas. They didn’t mean anything to him, really. In fact, you got the sense he was enjoying this. Seeing you all helpless and teary eyed underneath him. No time to focus on that though, he would get a similar sight later tonight, and get to relish it even more. “Aww, are you scared? I don’t know what you’re begging for really, I am Venomous, and I’m even better now with the compromise we made. You should really be happy, don’t you think? Your husband is even more powerful now.” he said in response to your pleading. You began to sob. He truly was far gone, wasn’t he? 

Noticing your sobbing he laughed some more before pondering on how he could get you to stop. Sure, seeing you like this underneath him was fun, but part of him also wanted you to feel the same as he did, proud of his new powers. He even wanted you to join him in his cause and take over the plaza with him. His pondering would come to an end as he soon came up with an idea. “Let’s go on a date, okay? Like any couple would.” he spoke. You were taken aback by this. Out of all times, he was asking you on a date, now?

Before you could protest, he repeated himself, noticing how taken aback you were and not wanting to take no for an answer. “I said, let’s go on a date, okay?” he spoke, with more emphasis. “Okay.” you said, with some hesitancy which he did not like nor appreciate, but that would do for now. He took his foot off your back and chuckled. “Now that’s more like it. Be ready by 6:00.” he said, walking off. 

You sighed, a bit frazzled from the whole encounter. You walked into your room to look for something to wear, however you did not have to do anything as you looked at your bed. A pair of neatly folded dark clothes sat on it. Alongside a black collar, which read “Property of, Shadowy Venomous” on it. You shivered a bit and put on the clothes he picked for you, noticing how fitting they were and eventually had just the collar left. You debated on not putting it on but ultimately came to your better sense. It clipped on from the back, you put it over your neck and it immediately clamped shut.

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It had only taken you 20 minutes or so to get ready. Meaning you had some time to wait. You didn’t know what to do. Maybe walk around, maybe go get help. You paced back and forth. There was a window in your room, you could grab Fink, slide out, run over to the plaza. There, you could join the heroes for now and help defeat him, and bring your husband bac- 6:00 PM. 

As soon as you saw the time on your phone, you dashed out of your room, not wanting to be late. You wondered if he’d start looking for you. You eventually got to his lab and stood before the door. An odd sense of dread washed over you as your shaky hand reached over to the doorknob. “Come in” he said, with a voice that was almost a growl. 

You opened the door and he sat in a chair, next to a table with food on it along with another chair for you. “I was beginning to think I’d have to come and get you myself, glad I didn’t have to do that, you wouldn’t have liked it. '' he spoke, chuckling. You nervously sat down on the chair across from him. Looking at the table you noticed food on it, along with silverware, candles, and a bottle of dark wine with two wine glasses next to it.  Suddenly, two robotic arms came from the back of your chair and clamped your waist to the seat, allowing you to move your arms and legs, but not to leave. What exactly did he have in store?

“Ease up sweetie, I’m your husband, not your captor.” he said, chuckling as if not taking in the entire situation. Though you were hungry, you didn’t want to eat the food in front of you. What if he poisoned it? Not to mention the wine. He seemed to take note of this and stood up, walking over to you and stabbing his fork into some of your food and moving it forward to your mouth. “Eat up honey, it’s gonna get cold” he said, almost cooing you to comply.

You turned away, not wanting to consume whatever he may have put in there. He wasn’t happy with this, grabbing your face so you were looking him dead in the eye. “We’re either going to do this the hard way or the easy way…” he threatened, getting closer to your face until you were merely an inch apart. “... and if we do it the hard way you’re not gonna like it.” he continued. You decided to give in, not wanting whatever the “hard way” was. 

As you chewed and swallowed what was on your plate, you swore you felt different. Something… warm and hot was beginning to grow in your stomach and everything below. After you finished, he poured you a glass of wine and made you drink all of it. The same warm and hot feeling intensified, along with something else? You began feeling an odd desire to be with him. I mean you were married, so you were already with him, but any of the normal affection you felt towards him felt… increased?

Were his hands always that soft on your skin? Did his voice always send a wave of heat to your entire body? Was he always this… intoxicating? No no no, dear god no, you should’ve resisted eating and drinking what he got for you, you should’ve known better, he had you just where he wanted you and you couldn’t do anything about it. “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” he said with a mocking tone. “And now that we got that out the way, let’s get to the fun part of our little date.” he spoke, baring his teeth and his voice getting deeper.

The restraints came off your waist and before you could object, he was carrying you bridal style to god knows where for god knows what. You swore you heard him rambling about how much “fun” this would be. Suddenly, he opened the door to his room, placing you down on the bed and locking the door behind him. Oh dear god, this is what he had in mind. Your main concern was being able to walk seeing the state he was in and how different he was.

“Strip.” he demanded. You did as you were told, taking off all your clothes except that damn collar. You attempted to take it off, oh how foolish of you. Seeing your attempts to take it off, made him chuckle. “Oh sweetie, that’s not supposed to come off, no matter how much you tug, pull and claw at it, only I know how to take it off.” he said, finding this amusing. You laid on the bed, watching as he took off his own coat and gloves before getting on the bed in front of you, beginning to stroke your legs up and down.

“Ass up, now.” he said. You did as you were told, hoping he’d spare some softness for you tonight. “I promise I’ll try to be gentle, but I can’t guarantee that so I don’t want any whining from your behalf.” he spoke, in a voice that was almost a snarl, a snarl of a hungry predator who had just cornered its prey. You were going to ask about being warmed up but upon glancing down at yourself, you realized that wouldn’t be necessary as whatever the hell he put in the wine and your food had gotten you all slicked up for him. With little to  no warning, his hands dug into your sides and he rammed into you.

You let out a yelp at the initial impact before just letting out semi pained moans. All he let out was grunts, panting and what you swore was the occasional hiss. Suddenly, he bent down so his mouth was at your neck and bit into you. You felt something hot course through you and before you knew it you were rutting your hips backwards and pressing your face against his in order to be closer to him. “Settle down now, I’m not going anywhere.” he said, laughing afterwards.

This was humiliating. Just a bit ago you were planning on escaping, now here you are, his cock deep in you and you rutting against him like a bitch in heat. Just what he wanted. As if he could read your mind he brushed his tongue against your ear before speaking directly into it. “Don’t be embarrassed, there was no way of preventing this, you just chose to do it the easy way. See how much better it is when you quit trying to deny me?” he said, sounding all too happy with the current situation. 

After you didn’t respond, he slowed down, and dug his nails into your back. He began to drag them around, carving something into your back. You cried out in pain and gripped onto the sheets. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Love hurts sometimes.” he cooed. Your pain, tears and him having marked you in a way that was permanent all pushed him to his edge, he pulled out, cumming over the sheets and panting. 

You were still a mess on the bed. Literally and metaphorically. You were shaking and in tears along with your back being covered in blood and some of his cum having splattered onto your legs. After a bit he picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. You wanted to scream and shout and run away. But you were too tired mentally and physically. 

You were still shaking from the initial shock of whatever he carved into you along with your legs being worn out from how hard he went into you. Not to mention being naked and exposed with your own blood and his cum on you made for discomfort and a feeling of coldness. He placed you in the shower, turning it onto a hot setting. You stood there, letting him wash you off and scrub you. Any whines or whimpers being met with a laugh or him cooing to you, swearing that this was normal and that’d you’d get used to it soon. 

Before you knew it you were dressed in some pajamas, and he laid you down back in your room. He placed the blanket over you and sat on the edge of your bed. “You did so well today. So good for me. I’ll give you a treat for this, okay? Good pets get treats.” he said, stroking your legs. You closed your eyes, pretending to fall asleep. Eventually the extra weight on your bed was no longer present and you heard the door of your room lock. You no longer had to pretend to be asleep after a bit as staring at the wall eventually made you knock out if today’s ordeals hadn’t already.

Unbeknownst to you the word “Mine” was etched into your back. And you wouldn’t know until tomorrow morning.

#yandere #yandere fanfic #mod mitsuri #mod mitsuri writes #ok ko lets be heroes #ok ko #yandere professor venomous #shadowy venomous #professor venomous #male yandere #smutty #professor venomous x reader #shadowy venomous x reader

[ghostlykeyes]

Rejoice, for requests have opened again! Could I please get some Makima general relationship hcs? You somehow make her likeable (Unlike canon (No offense if you do like her but it's Makima so y'know?)) Thanks man!

Thank you!! I take this as a huge compliment as a firm and permanent member of the Canon Makima Hate Club™

Makima

Makima's favorite part of her daily routine is an early-morning walk. If you're willing to get up that early, she loves when you come along! She hands off a few of the dogs' leashes to you, sternly instructing them not to pull. Then, she winds her free hand through yours and guides you down a gentle, secluded path next to a pond that's close to her apartment. Sometimes, she's content to pass the walk in silence, soaking in the morning air and quiet peace. Other days, she prefers if you strike up conversation--likely, you won't know which she wants until you're treading down the path, waiting for her to ask you about your daily plans.

Makima has a merciless sweet tooth so be prepared to share your favorite treats. It doesn't matter what you have; cake, ice cream, cookies. She'll always smile innocently, bat her eyelashes at you, and open her pretty mouth without a word. It usually succeeds in getting her part of your dessert--who can say no to a face like that? On the bright side, though, she's always willing to share the generous amount of candies she keeps tucked in her pocket, so it all more or less evens out in the end.

Naturally, Makima tries her best to avoid asking you for things, because she knows you'll be compelled to do it. Even though it's extremely hard for her to break from her previous patterns, she knows that to have a successful relationship, to really love you and be loved in return, you need to be free. That being said...sometimes she's not above asking you to fetch her morning tea. Don't worry, though; she always rewards you with a sweet kiss for your service.

Her weirdly keen sense of smell means that Makima always notices if you're wearing perfume or cologne. She'll often remark on what she does or doesn't like; "Hmm, darling," she'll say, "Of course I prefer your natural scent, but this smells delightful on you."

Even at the best of times, a relationship with Makima can be tricky. She needs a lot of physical and emotional affection, but she doesn't know how to ask for these things, or even express that she wants them. But she is trying, for you. Be generous with your touch, and try to be understanding when she struggles to communicate, and things will get better as she learns what it means to love.

Dates with Makima have a strict itinerary. She likes to plan everything from the time you'll arrive, to what you'll eat, to where and when you'll take photographs together. Sometimes, you need to remind her to just let go and have a little spontaneous fun. It's probably best if you plan most of your dates. That way, you can just unwind and enjoy what you're doing, instead of Makima micromanaging everything down to what you both will be wearing.

Every morning, Makima gently asks if you'll tie her tie for her. Of course she knows how to put it on herself, but she likes when you do it. It gives her the perfect view of your beautiful eyes, and she relishes in the slight warmth of your fingers fluttering against her neck.

She hides it well, but Makima can be insanely jealous. She can't help it--you're the only person she's ever truly cared about. She's just supposed to let other people take your time? The idea doesn't sit well. She knows how to play nice, but anyone taking your time is met with an ice-cold stare from her as soon as your back is turned. If someone really gets too familiar with you, it's altogether likely something bad will happen to them--termination at work, trouble with pests invading their home, other unseemly, dire things. Of course, no one can ever prove Makima is behind it, but it happens often enough that people know to be wary of taking Makima's time with her lover away.

Makima buys you plenty of gifts, often seemingly at random. If she sees a flower arrangement she thinks you'll like, she gets it. If she passes by a window displaying clothes she thinks will suit you, she orders a set in your exact measurements. And jewelry? Don't even get her started on jewelry. She always wraps your gift in neat, pristine paper and presents them to you with a warm smile. It's nice to be showered in gifts, of course, but make sure to remind her she should be doing it because she really wants to, and not out of a misguided attempt to buy your love. She doesn't know any better, so you need to be careful not to enable bad thought patterns.

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[mysticbeeinatree]

If Only

a/n: I apologize, it's been a long time since I have written any fanfiction especially angst but I hope you enjoy! Please do not take, copy, or repost my works thank you!

Ageless and blank profiles will be blocked! (Even if the post isn’t nsfw)

Word count: 744

CW: angst and thats it!

You and Nanami have known each other since you both had gone to Jujutsu High. You were there to tease him about his haircut and to see him grow into the dutiful, strong man that he is. You were devastated when he left and relieved and ecstatic when he returned. You don’t want to lie to yourself, but the thought of having the feelings you do for him is too much to take at this point. You thought you were over him. Time after time the heartbreak you’ve felt, unbeknownst to him. He has no idea the mental turmoil you put yourself through every time you were studying with him, doing a project with him, even just thinking about him. 

You were there when he suddenly started bringing in bags from the bakery that you would pass together sometimes after work. You knew he had a little bit of a sweet tooth and would make fun of him every time he sat down munching on his pastry. You were there when he introduced you to his new lover, smiled pleasantly when they joyously told you they met one day when Kento stopped to get some breakfast one morning. Nodded and listened as the woman laughed remembering the way he seemed to have a glint of relief every time he saw her. Even laughing yourself when they recalled how he asked her out, his cheeks a light pink hue as he cleared his throat and slightly avoided her eyes when he vocalized his overly rehearsed lines. She giggled and ever since then they were an item. 

Although, that was back then. You were there when that relationship ultimately ended when she couldn’t understand why he was always working. You were there for him to let his guard down and have someone to rely on. There for him to vent or to be a distraction for him, maybe a bit selfishly enjoying the company of him with you once again. Patting his head when he would lean on your shoulder, relishing in his warmth when he needed a hug, loving this feeling of him wanting or needing you to be around. Even if it was just for a moment. 

Things began to get busy and you both would spend less and less time together. You started teaching 3rd year students while he took on more and more missions. The both of you barely had time to talk, but you were happy, since he was busy he didn’t have time to think about how he was feeling. Even then, you’d reminisce about the times you were so close. Funny that history seems to repeat itself over and over. Messages became more and more sparse until ultimately that communication ended altogether. 

It had been years since then. You find yourself looking at old pictures, that tight feeling in your chest once again. Looking at his contact information for the nth time this week deciding what to do. Instead of putting the phone down you began to type. “Hello Kento, it’s been a really long time.. How have you been? Is Gojo still getting on your nerves, go easy on him he took a liking to you, you know? I’ve been okay, just been working so much recently. Remember the good old days when we could hang out or something once the day was over haha I miss those days.. Honestly Nanami I miss you, I think about you every day. I wish things had been different.. I.. I miss you and I love you so much. I love you.” Pushing send, there was some weight that lifted off your heart and your chest. 

“Not delivered.” You knew that message wouldn’t go through. It’s been years since the incident. Since you walked into that subway terminal and fell to your knees.Unable to fully grasp the situation, not even Gojo was there to help with the pain. Years since the darkest period of your life began. If only you had been there, if only you could have done something to help him, anything. Another selfish part of you thought about how he would never even know about your feelings and how maybe just maybe things could have turned out differently relationship-wise or even overall if you had said something before Shibuya. Of course not and it doesnt help to think that way, but you can’t help it. If only you could talk to him one more time. If only…

#JJK #jjk #jjkxreader #nanami #Nanami #nanami x reader #nanamixreader #jjk x reader #angst #Kento nanami #Kento x reader #x reader

[glowingbadger]

Okay sexy outfit time we're DOIN IT because I COULD NOT get this out of my brain and I've learned to just carpe diem that shit

I will... Probably do a Genshin version of this too tbh... And/or like any other fandom I can justify lmao

What they love to see you wearing in bed

FE3H guys x GN/AFAB reader

NSFW 18+

Lorenz - Oh, it's intricately laced corsets, thigh-high stockings and elaborate silken lingerie all the way for this man. Lorenz relishes in buying you a wide assortment of the highest quality lingerie (all in coordinated matching sets, of course), dressing you up and then carefully and lovingly removing each piece from you, clasp by clasp and strap by strap, kissing every inch of you as he works.

Claude - as an open minded sort, he's of course impressed by anything you wear for him, more than able to appreciate the way your choice of attire (or lack thereof...) accents everything he adores about your body. That said, he gets a special sort of worked-up to see you in the richly patterned, flowing fabrics of Almyra. That you would go through the trouble of procuring such clothes to please him makes him all the more determined to spoil you in turn.

Raphael - Doesn't care so much about what you wear (if anything, complicated hooks and straps can be frustrating when he just wants your body so desperately), but boy, he does love the look of you with nothing on but some honey or sweet cream drizzled over your nipples or down the center of your torso, just ready for him to lick it all off of you.

Ignatz - a huge fan of maid outfits; having come from a merchant family, while he may have had a nanny or tutor, a traditional maid is something exotic and luxurious to him. He's fascinated by all the little details of how the frills accent every part of you that he admires, his hand warm as it slides up your stocking-clad thigh beneath your skirt.

Hubert - also can definitely appreciate a maid outfit, though for him it's more about those delightful power dynamics he loves to play with. Even better though is to have you in a collar, preferably one he hand selected for you, one with a little ring on the front that he can use to direct and guide you. Really though, anything you choose to wear specifically because you think he'd like it will have him devouring you with his eyes and hands.

Ferdinand - in the bedroom, he's quite open minded, and would love to select some luxurious lingerie for you; however, it's far more fun to tease him by wearing something out in public that's just a little too tempting for comfort- a dress with just-too-low of a neckline, tantalizing him with the curve of your breasts. Breeches that hug your ass far too perfectly. It makes his pulse race and his face redden at the very sight.

Linhardt - Lin is a man who deeply focuses on whatever's caught his attention, so he's more than happy to take his time with you in bed. As such, while he'll grumble at first about the extra effort, he actually quite likes complicated, strappy sets of lingerie so he can savor removing it from you piece by piece. The slow and meticulous way he obsesses over each inch of you as it's revealed to him almost becomes unbearably sensual and intimate.

Caspar - whatever you're wearing, he just loves to watch it come off. It's not that he's rushing (okay, sometimes he's rushing), but more than it's just so sexy to see you tug your shirt over your head and reveal your beautiful breasts, or bend over so he can watch your ass and hips as you tug down your pants. It just drives him wild with anticipation, he can't wait to carry you into his bed.

Seteth - listen, I feel like the Nabateans had to have some kind of erotic wedding-night attire. Something pseudo-ceremonial in draping white fabric that's paradoxically sinful to behold. So when you find an illustration in a dusty old book in the Abyss and commission a similar garment to wear to surprise Seteth after a long day of work? Goddess, he's lost. It's going to be a long night.

Jeritza - he never knew it until you, but he's actually weak to all sorts of outfits and aesthetics. Sweet cream or syrup down your body for him to lick up? Obsessed. Frilly, feminine underthings for him to literally tear off of you? Divine. But his favorite is to have you panting and whimpering beneath him in your normal every-day attire that's been pulled open, tugged out of the way, a wrinkled mess from the frenzy of him just needing to touch and taste you.

Yuri - while he certainly thinks you look stunning in anything, he's actually not much one for elaborate outfits or costumes. With you, he wants to be able to just see you and adore you. So his absolute favorite is to see you in nothing but a beautiful necklace that he'd selected just for you. In a strange way, being almost naked seems so much more erotic than actually wearing nothing.

Dedue - he absolutely adores seeing you wearing nothing but one of his casual tunics or undershirts, seeing how it dwarfs you by comparison regardless of body type. It's so domestic and sweet and makes him want to pull you close and run his hands under the fabric- and then savor the way his clothes still smell like you the next day.

Felix - He won't say it aloud, but it's obvious from how he stares and how handsy he gets that he's deeply aroused by seeing you in training/workout gear with the fabric of your shirt clinging to your sweat-dewed skin. Sometimes, you look just tempting enough to cut training a bit short to get back to his room together- you're just too distracting.

Dimitri - interestingly, regardless of his state of mind, a feminine and 'princess-y' gown or frilly white bridal lingerie really do it for him. On better days, it feels traditionally romantic in a way that makes him feel so intimately close to you. During his more 'chaotic' stage, he wants to tear the flimsy fabric off of you and ravage you.

Ashe - he's big into the sorts of things he would stumble into lavish descriptions of in romantic novels, blushing but still guiltily reading with rapt attention- decorative corsets and especially clingy thigh-high stockings with garters. It's so romantic and impractical in a way that only enhances the fantasy for him.

Sylvain - it's tempting to just leave it at "any and everything" with a guy like him, and that is more or less true. Sylvain is a man of broad and varied tastes. That said, he's particularly fond of seeing you in the Garreg Mach uniform, the skirt rolled short and shirt buttoned low. Having you like this fulfills all sorts of fantasies he'd had during his school days, and he just loves teasing you about being such a naughty student.

#lorenz hellman gloucester #claude von reigen #raphael kirsten #ignatz victor #hubert von vestra #ferdinand von aegir #caspar von bergliez #linhardt von hevring #jeritza von hrym #Seteth #yuri leclerc #dimitri alexander blaiddyd #felix hugo fraldarius #sylvain jose gautier #ashe ubert #fe3h #few3h #feh #fire emblem #fire emblem smut #fire emblem headcanons #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem x reader #not sfw #fe3h x reader #x reader

[violet-shadows]

Payback. (Part One) (NSFW)

Part One | Part Two | Masterlist 

Summary: After spending the evening teasing his mate, Cassian finds himself in a compromising position when she seeks revenge.

Word Count: 1.6k

Pairing: Cassian x Reader

Warning: explicit sexual content, wing play 

A/N: Shout out to this lovely anon for the idea for this story. I may circle back and do a part two at some point of Cassian’s “revenge”. I have Az’s POV of “I knew it the first night that I saw you” in the works, a spicy Azriel x reader snippet, and a few requests I’m dying to get started on. As always, your likes, comments, reblogs, and feedback as greatly appreciated! 

‼️ Explicit Sexual Content - Minors Do Not Interact ‼️

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Cassian was the one who started it, really. It began at dinner with a rough hand on your knee that crept, ever so slowly, under the hem of your dress. At first, you didn’t even realize what he was doing. Your mate’s love language was physical touch, and when you were around one another, he seemed to stick to you like glue. Be it an arm around your shoulder, a hand on the small of your back, or the gentle brush of his wing against your arm, Cassian remained within arm’s reach of you whenever it was feasible. Usually, his touches were innocent points of contact anchoring the two of you together, but sometimes, Cassian took it upon himself to put his talented hands to use in far less virtuous ways. That night, it seemed that your mate was in the mood to test your patience with those hands.

Your focus on the conversations happening around you began to falter when his hand drifted upwards, coming to rest on the soft skin of your inner thigh. From above the table, Cassian continued to engage in animated chatter as he rubbed gentle circles into your skin, slowly angling his hand further inwards as he went. Towards the end of the night, his hand reached the apex of your thighs and you fought the urge to squeeze your legs together. His hand felt impossibly warm resting inches from your sex and he seemed to know just when to twitch his fingers to keep you on edge, heat and wetness pooling in your core. The final straw came when he moved his pinky and ring finger to rest overtop of your lace underthings, applying light flicks of pressure at just the right point. You practically dragged him out of the dining room then, ignoring your family’s knowing laughter as you bid them farewell with haste.

 You pulled him into your bedroom and shut the door behind you, turning to see a prideful grin on his face and fierce hunger in his eyes. “That,” you approached him, reaching up to cup his jaw with one hand while the other dragged across his muscular chest, “was not,” you brought your face closer to his, relishing the feeling of his breath on your lips, “very nice.”

You all but tackled him then, pressing your lips to his fiercely while he stumbled backward, the pair of you coming down in a heap atop your bed. You straddled him and ground your hips to his urgently, relishing the deep groan it pulled from him when you did. His hard length strained against his trousers and your core pulsed with need when you felt it brush your inner thigh. You yanked at his shirt, the two of you forced apart so you could pull it overhead, then kissed him again. The feelings of your tongues sliding against each other had you shuddering with need, but when Cassian moved to lift your dress over your head, you stopped him.

“I think it’s high time for some payback, General.” You smirked and Cassian’s eyebrows shot up, his throat bobbing as he swallowed thickly. Still straddling him, you reached across the bed to retrieve a soft length of rope from your bedside table. Usually, the rope was a favorite of Cassian’s to use on you, trapping you in place while he tormented you with his tongue or his cock, bringing you to screaming orgasm over and over again. Occasionally, though, Cassian would be the one restrained while you had your fun. You made a show of pressing your cleavage near his face while you tied his hands over his head, securing them to the headboard. “This okay?”

He grinned, moving to kiss you again, but you moved, instead bringing your mouth to his jaw, then down his neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses in your wake. As you did so, you rocked your hips against his, chasing your own pleasure. You felt him twitch, his pelvis canting upwards in search of more friction. It was then that you got the perfect idea to return the favor from dinner.

You lifted up your hips then, scooting to hover over his stomach so he couldn’t grind upwards to get relief. Slowly, you worked your way down his neck, suckling and nipping in the spots you knew drove him wild. Then, you moved lower, placing a kiss just above the top of his pants before dragging your tongue across hard abdominal muscles, reveling in the salty taste of him on your tongue. He moaned softly as you did so, his hips jerking upward involuntarily, and you chuckled sweetly. Moving even lower, you brought your mouth centimeters from the bulge in your pants, letting out a hot puff of hair that had him groaning louder. Much like he had teased you through your panties at dinner, you flicked your tongue out and ran it across his cock through the fabric of his pants. The sound he made was sinful, and it took all your self-control to not grind your hips into him as you moved upward again, hovering overtop of him. He was breathing heavily and his eyes were piercing and full of lust. When you reached down and lifted your dress over your head in one smooth motion, he unconsciously licked his lips.

You made quick work of your bra and when you were bare save for your panties, you leaned down and pressed your chest to his, enjoying the feeling of smooth skin against your pebbled nipples. You ran your hands over his chest as you kissed him again, bringing your hips down to grind against his abdominal muscles. Once again, you pulled away before moving to kiss his neck and his hips jolted upward. “Baby, please…”

He didn’t finish his request, interrupted when you moved from his neck to the top of his wing, pressing a featherlight kiss there. As you did before, you let out your breath, blowing air over the sensitive skin. Beneath you, his abdomen pressed against your sex as he bucked upwards, and when your mouth found the top of his wing again, he gave a loud, strangled shout of surprise, straining against the bonds at his wrist. You both knew he could break out of them in an instant if he wanted to, but he was playing by your rules despite his yearning.

You placed another kiss on top of his shoulder, nipping and suckling at the skin there for a moment. “You’re killing me, sweetheart,” your mate groaned, his voice rough with need. Instead of responding, you turned your attention back to his wing. This time, instead of a kiss, you brought your tongue across the velvet membrane in a broad stroke, working outward from where the appendage met his broad shoulders. The sound Cassian made as he bucked upwards could only be described as a whimper. The veins in his neck bulged and his breath was ragged. Originally, you intended to tease him before allowing him to take the reigns again, but realizing he was already close to climax gave you other ideas. 

“Do you like that, baby?” You whispered in his ear. 

“Touch me,” he gasped, halfway between a plea and a direct order. His back was arched, but you were careful to keep your hips high, depriving him of any friction. You obliged his request, though likely not in the way he expected. Lowering your mouth to the other wing, you flicked your tongue across the top with relentless pressure. At the same time, you lifted your hand to mimic the motion of your tongue on the other wing, and he began to let out gentle, rhythmic gasps in tandem with the movement of your mouth. 

After a few moments, Cassian let out a roar and the rope binding his arms snapped like fine thread. His hands remained over his head, limp as he threw his head back, arching his spine. He shook beneath you for several moments, drawing ragged breaths as he rode out his orgasm. 

When he was done, he lay still with his eyes closed, panting heavily. His face was a picture of bliss, a small smile playing at the edges of his parted lips. When he opened his eyes and met your gaze, he let out a wrecked, throaty laugh. Slowly, he brought his hands down to rest on your hips, gently guiding you to rest on his lap, hips straddling his pelvis. Through his now somewhat damp trousers, you could feel his cock was still half hard. 

“That was quite the revenge,” his thumbs rubbed circles into your hips and you ground downward. “Got me losing it my pants like a teenager.”

You both chuckled and he sat up, tugging you forward until your chests were flush. He kissed you tenderly, one large hand tangling in your hair. “I think it’s my turn now,” he whispered when he pulled away, the mischievous glint from dinner returning to his eyes. 

“Oh?” You raised an eyebrow, heart rate picking up in anticipation. “Your turn for what?”

He grasped your hips, flipping the two of you in one swift motion so he was over top of you, supporting his weight on one hand, while the other massaged your breast. Slowly, he placed a series of kisses along your jaw, nibbling at the skin just below your ear. “It’s my turn,” his hand left your breast, ghosting along your ribs as it drifted lower, “for payback.”

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