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mysicklove · 10 months

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐄!

Pairing: Sub! Bottom! Bachira x Dom! Gn! Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Anal play, dildos, slight manipulation, reader is Gn but is implied to not have a penis, pet play, master/kitty kink, crying/begging

A/N: THIS IS A REPOST. my other got flagged super early on so I'm just testing to see if it will again. andddd dont be like Y/N kids, sex can come later, stay in school!!! focus on your studies!!!

Bachira has you wrapped around his pretty finger.

The both of you know it, and he seems to love how easily he gets what he wants. He knew exactly how you reacted to a smile, or how you would coddle him when tears flooded his eyes.

You didn't mind listening to him, he was adorable and always so sweet to you. But he is so incredibly needy. Its like he wants your attention to be on him 24/7. Its cute having him cling to you when you have free time, but when you are busy it gets rough.

It's not like he is a brat. He listens well, and would never dare to talk back to you. He just seems to have too much love to give. Wants more and more, and its always so hard to decline when he looks so adorable.

But tonight, you needed to work on your essay. It was due at 11:59, and you've barely touched it. You needed just a couple more hours, and then you should be good for the night. Then, you are free for the rest of week to relax.

“Meow…” A familiar high pitched voice chirps from behind you. He runs his hands down your chest, and places his head on your shoulder. He's wearing black fingless gloves with pink pawprints on them.

You know what he wants, from the way he drags his fingers along your body, to the way his voice seems to hold a slight purr. “Not now, Meguru. Can you wait till tomorrow?” You respond, eyes not leaving the screen, even if his hands get dangerously close to your crotch.

If you show that you are affected by him, you are done for. Somehow one way or another he will be getting fucked tonight.

You don't have time today. The two of you had sex the last three days, and you know he isnt pent up. He just always seems to crave more. He was a spoiled thing.

“Want you to fuck me,” he purrs into your ear, giggling lightly into your neck as if he was bashful about the lewd statement. As if he hasn't said way more dirty things the last couple of nights. He always was a talker.

“I know, I know. I gotta finish this, love. Maybe later if i'm not too tired.” You reach up and rub the back of his hair, sighing when you feel the kitten eared headband. You had to restrain yourself from checking if he was wearing lingerie too.

He must have knew you were busy, if he brought out the outfit. Probably thinking to himself, something along the lines of, desperate times calls for desperate measures.

He whines, high pitched and needy. “Pretty please? We can go quickly! Promise!”

You sigh when you feel him pawing at the buttons of your pants. You grab his wrists, before he can manage to undo them, which causes another whine to tear through his lips. “It's never quick with you,” You remind, and he grins. He would go the entire night if you allowed him too.

He laughs before placing a kiss to your neck. Two now, and he's suckling, most likely trying to leave a hickey. You grip his hair and pull him away. You didn't need to go in public with one on your neck. “Cause you're so good at it. Make me feel so good, I don't want to ever stop. Cmon, lets do it….I can give you head if you want!”

You roll your eyes with a grin. “How tempting...”

His hands try to escape your grasp, eyes already widen at the idea. “Mhmm! Let you ride my f–”

You don't let them free, pinning them to your stomach. “If I didn't have to finish this.”

His head collapses on your shoulder and he lets out another dramatic whine. Then, he menevours himself from behind you, to on your lap. You raise your eyebrows at his attire. You were right, black lacey lingerie with hints of light pink. He is even wearing a black leather collar a pink ribbon on the front.

He grins at you when you take in his appearance and successfully tears his hands away from you. He grabs your wrist, and gently lays your hand on his clothed cock. You have to force yourself to look away at the lewd sight, you are trying your hardest to not fuck him tonight..

“Look! Cmon please look,” He begs, and you have to take a glance. Just a peak, for your sanity.

Resting in the black panties was his hard on, seeming to be leaking through the cloth. He kisses your neck again. “For you. All dressed up for you too. Do you want me to meow for you?”

The idea seems to make your head spin. Imaging on all fours while you pound into him. Would he moan, or would he really meow?

Then he grabs your other hand and places it on his hole, now plugged with a cat tail. His eyes bore into yours, and he's grinning, cheeks flushed. “Prepped too. You don't gotta worry bout it. I'm all ready for you. Please Master?”

You gulp when he begins to rock his hips into your hand. It sounds so appeasing to you. Maybe the two of you could get a round in…See his eyes roll back, and his mouth hang open. He always did have the prettiest face when he was lost in pleasure.

The computer screen darkens from the lack of use and your eyes flicker to it. Your assignment was more important. You could fuck all the time after you completed it. “Meguru,” You sigh, using your free hand to move the mouse so the computer does not fall asleep.

He continues to grind his clothed cock into your hand, letting out small whimpers. “Kitty~” He corrects, a small smile on his now pink face.

An idea pops into your head and you grin, maybe a bit maliciously. His eyes lighten up in return when he thinks you have agreed, and immediately presses his lips to yours. You let him for awhile, even going as far to help him grind on your hand.

When you pull away, his eyes are already half-lidded, and he seems to be almost buzzing in excitement. It almost makes you feel bad, but alas, this was important.. “’’m gonna grab the strap,” he murmurs, and quickly jumps off your lap. You watch the black tail swish at the movement.

But before he leaves you grab his wrist, and he turns to you, confused. “I'm going to pick what you will use,” You say smoothly, standing up from the chair and heading toward the bedroom.

His eyes lighten at this, shivering in excitement at the prospect of you choosing the largest one. Though, the idea of him not playing soccer tomorrow because of him being sore does not sound to appealing. But alas, he follows along with a hop in a step.“Of course, Master!”

You take a deep breathe when you hear him continue the title, but you try to ignore the words. You grab the toybox, and Bachira is clinging to you, looking over your shoulder in excitement. “The big red one! No wait, what about the vibrating one? You know how it leaves my legs shaking. Oh choose, please choose one!”

You ignore the rambling in your ear and continue your searching. When you finally grab it, Bachira hums in question, “The suction one? Where will we do it then? Oh don't tell me you want me to ride it on your desk, you pervert Master!” He says, lightly hitting your shoulder, but almost drooling at the idea.

You ignore him again, and shut the box. He is gripping onto your arm, rubbing his cheek on your body from excitement.

When you walk out to the office he runs over to desk and bends over, his tail on display. “Take it out,” He purrs, shaking his ass in front of you, causing you to raise you eyebrows. “Want your cock now, please?”

You sigh and walk over to him. He presses his hips into your crotch and by now, you're not even suprised by the display. He always was like this, gave no shame on what we wanted.

You grab at his waist, and gently run your fingers over the flesh. He hums, and continues to press back into you. You reach down and slowly pull out the plug, and he keens. His cheek is pressed up to the desk and he is groaning into wood at the stretch.

“There is goes. Good job,” You praise, not being able to help yourself. The plug was larger than expected, and it made it much harder for you to really focus on your work. He seems to feel the strain too, his hands gripping onto the mouse with a small whimper when the thickest part meets his ring.

When it finally is out, he sighs, “Where do ya want me?” before turning to you with a cat like grin.

You trace his jaw, and he leans into the touch. “Stay there for a second,” You whisper, and gently use your fingers to turn his head away. He nods immediately and buries his face into his arms, excited for what you have planned for him.

You glance at him, nearly bouncing in excitement, and then your half finished essay. Then, you sigh, and grab the suction dildo, and stick it to the floor next to your chair. It was a couple feet away so he can have room. With this, he can have his fun, and you can finish your essay.

But of course you should have known it wouldn't have worked. He craved attention and you were way too easily convinced.

When he turns around his smile falls immediately. “What's that?” He says, pointing to the dildo on the floor. He reaches for your hand for comfort, but you've already turned away.

You sit back on you chair, and turn your computer back on. “Knock yourself out. I need to finish this, but don't want you to get frustrated.”

He shakes his head at first, eyes switching back and forth from you and the floor. The two black knee pads placed next to it, lets him know immediately what you have planned for him. Him and him alone.

In one last attempt, he drops to his knees in front of you, and you raise your eyebrows. He places himself in between your legs and rests his head on your inner thigh. Then, he grabs your hand and places it on his head, pleading for you to pet him. “Please don't be mean, Master! I dressed up for you. I-I wanna be your kitty.”

Your eyes barely flicker to him, and he rubs his face on your thigh to hopefully get more attention. He whines when you don't react, loud and dramatic. “Meguru, I love you, but I need to finish this. Your toy is right there.” Your voice is flat, and your hand doesn't move.

“B-But I–Please?”

You grip at his hair, sending his head backward with a wince. His neck is exposed to you, and he looks up at you with half closed eyes. “You will either fuck the toy or nothing at all.”

The two of you stare at one another for a long second, before he seems to cave in on himself from the harshness of the glare. “Okay…” He half whimpers, hoping to pull some guilt out of you.

When you don't say anything in response, he pouts and crawls over toward the dildo. It was simple, black and not too big. But you werent the one fucking him, so it wouldnt feel as good. He puts on the kneepads so that they don't get bruised from the hardwood floor.

He glances back to you. “I'm going to fuck it now.”

“Mhm’kay”

He clentches his fists and glares at the back of your neck, but positions the silicon cock in between his legs. He looks at his paw print gloves and has to bite back another whine, thinking about how this should have gone.

But, he grabs the dildo, and positions it up to his hole, and slowly begins to sink down on it. A quivered breath escapes his lips, as he tries to grip at the ground in front of him to no avail. It was harder to do by himself, usually you have to guide him through it.

“Help?” He pleads, loud and whiny.

You don't even look at him. “You've taken something bigger than that. You're being whiny Meguru.”

Kitty. He was supposed to be your pretty kitty for the night. How did he end up on the floor, fucking a toy with no help. And why are you being so mean?

He bottoms out after a couple more seconds, and he gasps, leaning forward to brace himself on his fore arms. He shivers, and he can't help the small smile pulls at his lips, while his eyes slightly roll back. “It's in.”

You can't help but wonder, his gasps behind you are intriguing you. He usually was collapsing on to you when you stretch him out, in all honesty him doing this by himself was impressive. “Whole thing?”

“Mhmm” He starts rolling his hips, his cock beginning to leak at the needed intrusion. The second be bottomed out, he felt like some sort of rational part of him was put to rest. Now, he can simply focus on losing himself on the toy.

“Good job, kitty.” He preens at the praise, and he focuses his gaze on you, hoping you've turned around by now. His smile drops when he hears the clicking of the keyboard and the back of your head.

It was upsetting him, and he could feel the pain in the chest from the lack of your attention. He was doing this all for you, why can't you just look at him? He ignores the tears starting to form in frustration.

Instead, he moves his hips, slightly pushing himself upward and then back down. A soft moan escapes him and his cock twitches.

This time, he uses the his knees to push himself to the tip of the toy, and uses his entire weight to sit back down completely on it. His fingers curl and his back arches, while his mouth seems to hang open at the force.

You hear a loud slapping sound, followed by a high pitched moan, way louder than before.The finger on your mouse pauses at the sound, and when he recollects himself, his eyes seem to focus in on the singular finger.

In an instant, he knows exactly on how to get your attention again.

He resettles himself on the floor, and changes position. He begins to pick up the pace, rolling his hips desperately, causing his dick to slap upon his stomach. “F-Fuck master!”

Your heart hammers in your chest and you try to keep your focus on the screen. You gulp when you hear the moans get higher in pitched, and try to ignore the slapping sound of skin on skin.

He goes back to bouncing on the silicon cock, and uses one hand to reach forward to stroke his cock. His face is already flushed from the movements, and his eyes are half lidded, but all he does is stare at the back of your neck. “My cock…Feels good!”

Your eyes snap to his in an instant, and he seems to light up at the new found attention. Unexpected, but not unwelcomed. “I didn't say you could touch yourself, Meguru.”

He laughs in between pants, slightly shivering under your gaze. “C-Can't help it. Need it. S’good.”

Even at the warning, his hand doesnt seem to stop its motions, sliding up and down the shaft, while he continues to jump on the toy. Tears begin to brim at his eyes, and his mouth seems to hang open with time. The moans have grown less dramatized for attention, but still are loud as they usually are. He was truly losing himself on the toy.

You just sigh, and turn back around. You are given him what we wants by getting upset at him. And it may go by quicker if he touched himself, then you can focus with no interruptions.

When he sees you turn back around again, he tumbles forward toward you. Tears begin to fall down his cheek, and the dildo slips out from the movement. He was so close. You were so close to helping him. He needed your help.

He murmurs a whiny curse under his breathe, and turns back toward it. His brain is fuzzy, and the only thing he seems to want in this very moment was to cum, from you.

He pouts, and whimpers, but he sits back on it, and his eyes roll back with a sigh. And just like before he begins grinding on the toy, but this time he isn't moaning, it's full on whines and whimpers. “Please. Please help. Im trying to be good. Please, I can't without you.”

He bites his lip so it doesnt tremble, and he watches the precum drip out of his cock and onto the floor. His dick looks so useless in this moment, it was almost humiliating. He wishes you were looking at him, to tease him for how leaky he was. To praise him for how good he was doing.

With every bounce he whimpers your name.

“Meguru,” You sigh, “You're so needy.”

He hears the chair squeak, and you stand up. Tears stream down his face, but he's smiling as you walk over to him. He slows his movements when you crouch down in front of him. The two of you are now on eye level and he stares at you with glazed eyes and shaky legs.

You run your fingers down his jaw, and to his lips, gently telling him to release the poor bitten pink flesh. “What am I going to do with you, kitty?”

He sobs at the condescending words and collapses into you, the toy still lodged between his legs. “Fuck me. Fuck me, please. Wanna–I want it!” He says, buring his flushed face into your neck.

You pull him back again by his hair, similar to earlier, and you swear you heard a moan. “No. You can cum from that. I know you can. I'll be here to watch.”

He frowns again, obviously not liking this answer, but too fucked out to really do anything. Besides, at this point he will take anything from you.

So, he just grabs onto shoulders and uses them as leverage for his movements.

His mouth now hangs open, and he's staring at you the entire time, while you coo and run you fingers through his hair. “Look how cute you are. Such a pretty kitty.”

Those were the words he craved, needed. He nods helplessly and giggles breathlessly , trying to put on the role he planned on even with his fucked out brain. “M-Meow!”

You grin at the sound, kissing his neck as he keens at the feeling. His legs are shaking and with everybounce you can hear the lewd slapping noise of skin upon hardwood. He's drooling ever so slightly, and he staring at you with hearts in his eyes.

His moans begin to get higher and pitch, and his hands seem to tighten on your shoulder. You know the signs by heart now, you've seen it so many times. “Need to cum?”

“Yes! Close! I’m–Can I please?” You glance at the cute puddle on pre beginning to form beneath him and kiss his cheek.

“Sure. You can cum,” You whisper into his ear, and pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around the back of you neck for stability. With every breathe a high pitched moan is released, and sweet the sound turns you on immensely,

He nuzzles his tear-streaken face into your shoulder and mumbles, “For you,” on repeat and you smile in his hold.

“Yeah kitty, cum for me.”

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck, I cant–Im cumming!” He grips onto you tighter when he feels the wave crash over him. His whole body jerks, and he shuts his eyes adorably tight. You grin when you see his legs tremble and feet curl from under the pawprint socks. His fuming cock leaks out a coupious amount of liquid onto the floor, making the puddle even bigger now.

He holds onto you, even after his orgasm tears through him, almost seeming to purr when you run your fingers through his hair. He nuzzles into your embrace, and slides himself off the toy. “Mhmmm. Felt good,” he mumbles into your neck.

“Good. Cmon, let's clean you up and run you a bath so that I can finish my essay.”

He begins to litter kisses up your neck, and you sigh, knowing something is about to come. “Actually I was thinking bout round two.”

You shake your head, and rub the bridge of you nose. “I've never met anyone as needy as you.”

He laughs, a little breathlessly and dazed from the after effects of the orgasm. “I'm glad. I can have you all to myself.”

And even with his now trembling legs, he manages to pull the both of you up, and drag you toward the bedroom. He pushes you down on the bed and races toward the toy box before you could even protest.

When he comes back with the toy in his hands, he has a glint in his eyes. “I was thinking the vibrating one.”

You eye the now vibrating dildo, twice the size of the previous one. “You trying to not play soccer for a couple on days?”

He laughs, and dives onto the bed, already planning on what to say to keep you distracted from the essay.

In the end the assignment was turned in late, but you couldn't even be that mad, because your boyfriend is grinning lazily on the bed, hair messy, and legs shaking from the multiple rounds the two of you went at it.

He was such a pretty sight to behold.

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hirukochan · 8 months

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I’d love to request something if you don’t mind I think your writing would be perfect for an interrogation type dynamic the reader has some type of information that snape needs and he essentially edges, teases and all that good stuff too the reader until they give in.

I don’t know if that’s too much but i absolutely love your work and think you’d transform it in to something soooooo good

Took me a bit - I've written something similar during spy training in Your tears are of no relevance to me and wanted to mix it up a bit - I'm not sure I achieved that but I like it anyway xD.

I hope you like it too!

Ministry Documents

Severus SnapexReader

Words: 3415

Warnings: Um....non-con. Because it's an interrogation (duh)...Dark!Snape, reader has a vagina, edging (duh²), rough sex....yeah, I guess that is it.

Summary: You are the Senior Undersecretary to Minister Scrimgeour and Snape a Death Eater who wants senstive information from you.

“You won’t get away with this you bastard!” You shout and tug at the restraints around your wrists behind your back. You put your entire weight into it, but all it archives is the chair you’re tied to scooting over the ground with a sharp screech that makes the insides of your ears contract.

“And who’s going to stop me?” He laughs, glowering, deep and taunting.

“You always were one nasty piece of shit, Snape!”

“Ohhh noo…the woman I drugged and tied to her chair in her own fucking office is mean to me!” He says in a whiny mock voice. “How will I ever recover?” Snape appears in your line of sight and braces his hands against the backrest of your chair, just above your shoulders.

He is grinning, bearing his yellow, crooked teeth. An evil glimmer shines in his dark eyes, half obscured by curtains of greasy black hair.

“You won’t get away with this! I am the senior undersecretary to Minister Rufus Scrimgeour! If you think you can just-”

“I repeat my question: Who’s going to stop me? You didn’t even notice the sedative in your tea, sweetheart.” He straightens back up and slowly undoes the buttons on his sleeves to roll them up. “This is how it will go. I will ask you questions and you will answer them. We don’t need to make this ugly - after all we don’t want anybody knowing you’ve betrayed the Ministry, right? How nonsensical to use you for information once and only once.” He shakes his head and moves on to his left sleeve. “If you are a good girl and answer my question I will reward you.”

“And if not?” You scoff. “I won’t talk, Snape! I work directly under the Minister - we are trained for these things!”

“I am certain you think you are trained to withstand interrogation…”

“Go ahead and kill me - don’t waste your time. I won’t talk.”

“That’s what they always say.” Snape hums. He folds his sleeve over one more time and twists his arm. The flickering light from the candles strewn around the room hits his inner underarm and you clench your teeth, glaring at the jet black mark blemishing Snape’s pale skin.

You knew it. You knew it back in school and you knew it when you were just a small, faceless employee keeping track of paperwork at his trial after You-Know-Who’s fall.

Severus Snape is a Death Eater.

You don’t care for Dumbledore’s talks of repentance and character growth or whatever the fuck he said at that trial.

Snape is not a changed man.

You clench your jaw and inhale sharply through your nose, preparing yourself for the torture that is no doubt going to follow.

“Where are the documents, sweetheart?”

“Fuck off.”

“Don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be. Be a good girl and tell me where the documents are.”

“I won’t tell you no matter what torture you show up with! You people will fail! You’ll lose because you are hateful, small minded, disgusting terrorists!”

“Torture? Oh sweetheart, He would not have send me here to torture you. I told you. We want to continue using your intel. Nobody will know we ever spoke.” He catches a strand of your hair between his fingers, brushing his knuckle over your cheek on purpose. You try to pull away, to escape his touch, but you are only reminded of the ropes digging into your skin. “Mhh..you always were a pretty thing.” He hums and leans down closer. The tips of his hair tickle your face. “And I always did wonder how you’d taste.” You can’t breathe. Your mind is racing. From fear to confusion, to trying to decipher his words back to searching for a way out.

You scream. It’s late, whatever vile concoction Snape dumped into your tea it made you fall asleep at your desk and since the workload recently has been insane it’s not the first time that happens to you so your assistant would not suspect anything of it.

Snape just chuckles.

“Nobody will hear you. Nobody will come to save you either. Where are the documents?”

You don’t respond. You’re fighting tears and the bitter taste in your mouth that comes from considering to just give Snape the documents and save your own skin.

You could.

Nobody would know.

No. No you won’t. This is bigger than you. This is about the kind of world you’ll be living in in the future and you don’t want to see a world in which You-Know-Who rules!

“I’ll tell you nothing!” Snape looks like he got exactly the answer he was looking for. Like a little child on Christmas morning.

He gips the leg of your chair and pulls it over the floor, turning it to face away from your desk and the door. You let out a surprised shriek.

“I was hoping you’d say that. How boring to just get what I came here without playing a little first, hm?”

“Play-” Your pathetic stuttering is cut short by Snape straddling your thighs. His weight is crushing, his proximity uncomfortable. His hand closes around your throat and Snape smashes his lips against yours. You squeak and struggle against him. His grip around your throat tightens. Tears burn in your eyes.

Snape hums, a sound full of dark satisfaction and pleasure. His tongue flicks over your lips and you press them together harder. He spreads his saliva over your lips, slimy and warm. With his free hand he grabs your face and forces your jaw open to shove his tongue into your mouth.

You can’t breathe. Between his hard kiss and pressure on your throat you are trapped in an empty space between living and dying.

“I knew you’d taste sweet.” He coos as he pulls back, but he doesn’t let go of your face. You struggle and try to close your mouth but Snape is entirely unbothered by it or your unintelligible protest. He pulls out a small vial from his robes and unstoppers it with his mouth before pouring its contents into your mouth and pressing his hand over it, pinching your nose at the same time.

“Be a good girl and swallow for daddy, yes?” He says mockingly. You want to scream, but that would only cause the liquid to slip down your throat, but keeping it in your mouth would surely make your body absorb its active ingredients as well, right?

Shit, you were never good in potions, but you know that Snape is a bloody genius.

Your breath runs out. You tear at the restraints but Snape just laughs. Tears run over your cheek. You close your eyes and swallow.

“There you go.” He chuckles and removes his hands. You gasp and greedily fill your lungs with sweet sweet air - so much so you even forget to think about what that stuff was that he made you swallow.

You are not left wondering for long.

Heat grows in your lower abdomen like a wild beast woken from its hibernation by a stupid knight wanting to kill it, thinking in his immeasurable arrogance that he’d have a chance.

“Aww, are we having trouble, sweetheart?” Snape taunts. That evil glimmer in his eyes flares.

You are fucked.

You know you are fucked, but you are also stubborn.

You bite your lip and ignore what’s happening to your body. The heat, the burning, undying, deafening need tearing through your cunt with the force of an unforgivable.

Snape laughs again, clearly enjoying the expression of realisation and horror in your eyes.

“So, sweetheart. Be a good girl and I’ll give you precisely what it is you’re craving.”

You shake your head.

“No?” He pouts and somehow even that looks sadistic on his face. He licks his lips, his eyes darting over your body. He snaps his fingers. You scream, but Snape quickly covers your mouth with his hand.

“None of that.” He says. “How silly. I’ve already told you nobody will hear you. You’ll only piss me off and that should be the last thing you want to do right now. Let’s see…” He scoots backwards on your thighs ever so slightly to have a better look at your body. Your naked body. You groan with the pain of his weight crushing your much smaller form. The wool of his clothes scrapes over your skin and sends shivers and prickles straight to your core.

“Mhhh…what a nice body you’ve kept hidden under these robes.”

“Stop-” You croak, staring at him through your cloudy eyes.

“Stop? I haven’t even started yet, but if you tell me where those documents are I will.” You clench your teeth and shake your head. Snape hums thoughtfully. He cups your breast and you give a small jerk, more at the tingling sensation of his touch, than your horror at him touching you.

A simple touch should not feel so good-

You rip your eyes open and stare at Snape. A pleased expression breaks through the mocking sneer.

“Yes, sweetheart. The potion I gave you enhances all sensations. Pleasure…” He presses his thumb against your nipple, squeezing your breast gently, almost tender. “And pain.” He pinches your nipple and the pain of it explodes in your body and turns to an all consuming inferno of misery and you scream, throwing your head back with the force of it.

As soon as it started it stops. Snape rubs the assaulted nub and makes an apologetic tsk sound.

“If you’re a good girl I won’t have to do that again. If you decide to be a haughty little bitch I will.”

You take deep breaths, each one rattling with fear. You wet your lips and consider Snape’s face. This man is nothing like the greasy, neglected, insecure boy you’d see in the corridors from far away. His mere presence commands respect and deference.

“I can’t tell you.” You whisper. “I’d be fucked if I tell you.”

Snape clicks his tongue. “That’s the problem, sweetheart. You won’t be if you don’t.” He doesn’t give you time to process those words. His hand leaves your breast and drops between your legs, spread slightly due to the way he tied your feet to the legs of your chair.

You can’t press your lips closed fast enough to suppress the utterly pathetic whimper that escapes you as soon as his calloused digit rubs over your clit.

Snape didn’t lie. The potion enhances all sensation.

Within seconds you feel like dying. Snape expertly guides you towards the edge, whispering promises of wonderful pleasure, of highs made up of pure ecstasy and lows made of thundering release. He shows you the way, presents the abyss as though you were a tourist in your own body and he the native.

You cry from horror and pleasure and thrash in your bounds and wish for it to end but also never stop.

You take a step forward, one testing motion, the abyss calls out to you, angels part the clouds and show their heavenly faces and sing their harmonies and you scream because yesyesyes-

Snape yanks you back.

You open your tear-clouded eyes and it takes a second for them to be able to focus on Snape. He is grinning.

“Where are the documents?”

“I hate you.” You pant. He shrugs and closes his lips around his glistening fingers. He hums. “Your cunt tastes even sweeter.”

“You disgust me!”

“Oh keep going, sweetheart. Toss your venom at me like I care.” Snape lets out a grading, cruel chuckle. “Though you might want to put some more heart in it. After all - I am used to people hating me.”

“Is that what this is about? Fuck! Snape, school’s over. Get the fuck over it!” Anger flashes over his face. He grabs your throat and pulls you as close as the bounds allow, causing the ropes to dig into your skin harshly and your shoulders to strain against the unnatural angle.

“The documents.”

“Go to hell.”

“Wrong answer.” He cups your sex roughly, pushing two fingers inside you with no warning and presses the heel of his palm against your clit. He keeps masterfully bringing you as close to the edge as humanly possible. He keeps pushing and pulling, forcing your body to submit to him - all the while watching you with perverse satisfaction. Like he is enjoying making you accept the pleasure he can bring you. Everytime he brings you closer to your orgasm and every time your stupid little brain thinks that maybe, maybe he’ll make you cum this time and every single time he doesn’t.

He raises you up and up and up towards bliss and release and ecstasy and every time he lets go of you and you plummet down into deep dark nothing.

You shiver and tremble, cry and thrash against the restraints and Snape laughs. Everytime he denies you your release he’ll ask “Where are the documents?” in that soft, almost apologetic tone of voice. And every time you will not tell him, but your resistance shrivels further.

Your biting venom trickles out to a displeased rainfall until it’s a sobbing, heaving, pathetic mess.

You are limp in your restraints. The muscles in your thighs tremble from exertion and your tears have run dry, leaving only the messed up, dark residue of your mascara on your cheeks.

You take a shuddering breath, that is cut short by a sob. Snape is thrusting his fingers lazily into your sore, twitching cunt.

“Where are the documents, sweetheart?”

“N-no-” You whimper.

“Is this job worth it? Come one…you are suffering…let me relieve you.”

“I’m- i’m not keeping you- you are-” You bite your lip in hopes it’ll stop you from further embarrassing you.

“But you are.” He says softly and brushes a sweat soaked strand of hair out of your face. “My master would not be very happy with me if I were to return without the documents, hm? I want to help you. I want to let you cum. Be a good girl and I can.”

“No-”

“Such potential. Truly wasted on the Ministry. Does the Minister even know about all the work you put in, hm? Does he even appreciate it?”

“Nnhh- mh- please-” Did you just-

The corners of Snape’s mouth curl and it breaks through his mask of care of sympathy with ugly self-satisfaction and sadistic gratification.

“Yes?”

“Please- please I need-”

“Where are the documents?”

“No-”

Snape thrusts his fingers harder into you, curling them at the same time and pushing up and he hits that sweet sweet spot with expert skill and you cry out and shake your head, squirming underneath him.

Snape leans in. The tip of his nose brushes against your sweat-soaked temple.

“Tell me and I’ll fuck you. I’ll let you cum all over my cock like a good little cocksleeve. I’ll make you feel so good, sweetheart. So good, even the memory charm I’ll use on you won’t be enough to make you forget how hard you came for me.”

“-no…”

“Face it, your colleagues would not fight as hard for you. The Ministry has been doomed to fall and crumble to ashes for a while. We are everywhere, sweetheart. We have already infiltrated the Ministry. We are in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. We’re in every position of power that matters. The Ministry will fall, the Minister will die. It’s your choice whether you die with them.”

“Please-”

“I know, I know.” He purrs and strokes your hair. “You need to cum, don’t you? You’ve been doing so well…You’ve been withstanding me beautifully. But you’re tired, aren’t you? Nobody will ever know you’ve told me. Let me make you cum, make it so I can allow you to rest, hm?” You inch towards your orgasm again and Snape stops his torturous attention.

“Behind the painting.” You whimper. Your voice uneven and croaky.

“Behind the painting?” Snape repeats in such an oddly soft and caring voice and you actually believe him that he doesn’t like doing this to you. You nod. He gets up and your legs scream in relief. The chair under you is wet with your arousal and sweat and your thighs are chafed from the friction of Snape moving on top of you.

Snape goes to the painting and taps it a couple of times with his wand. It swings open and reveals a hidden safe.

“Only you can open it, I assume?” You nod, weak and tired, exhausted and yet painfully on edge. Snape flicks his wand at you and the restraints disappear. He motions for you to come to him. You do, but your legs feel like jelly and protest against movement after being confined for so long.

You place your hand against the safe. It recognises your magic and the internal mechanisms start working, rattling and clicking before the door finally pops open. Snape rummages through it, while you hold onto the file cabinet to not fall.

“Very good.” He says as he flips through a folder. He shrinks it with his wand and stuffs it into his pocket. “What a good girl.” Snape seizes you by your upper arms and you slump against him. He catches your lips in a feral, claiming kiss that you are too tired and weak to either fight - or worse - reciprocate. He turns you both around and slams your back against the wall, putting his hands under your thighs and lifting you. You can’t wrap your legs around him or hold onto him. His weight against yours is the only thing keeping you pinned to the wall and your mind is too far gone to be afraid of falling.

Snape makes quick work of his belt and even quicker of shoving his cock into you. He groans and slams his hips into yours with brutal force. You squeak and limply put your hands on his shoulders.

“A good girl that has earned herself some cock, what do you say?” He grunts. “Isn’t this much better?”

“Snape-” You moan and drop your head against the wall. You can’t even shudder under the force of your orgasm that finally finally is allowed to take your body over, spreading through your entire being, burning hot like molten lava.

Snape pounds into you, grunting and groaning and whispering filthy praise and you whimper and whine with what little life you have left in you.

He makes you cum two more times on his cock, but by the second your eyes keep falling shut against your will and your hands slide down from his shoulders, over his chest.

“We’ll get along just grand won’t we, sweetheart? Yes, you might not remember any of this, but I will come back and when you see me it all will come back to you.” His thrusts falter and he pulls out of you, letting you slip down the wall until you’re a trembling, boneless mess to his feet.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and tilts your head back, pumping his cock, his cockehead pressed against your lips. You force your eyes open and look up, meeting the dark, stormy gaze of Snape. He is smirking.

“We’ll have a lot of fun.” He says and then he cums, smearing his cum all over your lips and cheek and then the world goes black.

You wake up in your bed, sitting up straight. You feel weird. Like you had a nightmare you can’t quite remember, but the bad feeling lingers, following you back into the waking world. You run your hands over your face and groan.

Your assistant is right. You are working too much. All this stress isn’t good for you. You still have vacation days left…perhaps you should take them. You never wanted to out of fear of letting down your colleagues but they don’t share that opinion, do they? Why should you work yourself to death while they don’t….

You scribble a note on a piece of parchment and whistle. Your owl flutters into your bedroom. You tie the letter to her leg and she flutters through the window.

You’ve earned a vacation.

You lie back down, wondering what you did to feel sore? Your knickers feel damp too and you have a weird taste in your mouth.

Maybe you’re coming down with a fever. You always have weirdly erotic dreams when you get sick….yes that must be it.

You close your eyes and let exhaustion and tiredness take you.

#snape x reader #severus snape smut #snape x you #snape fandom #snape x y/n #severus snape x reader #request #dividers by cafekitsune

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dabiscrispypp · 9 months

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In case we die...

Muriel x Fem Reader

(Official art)

MINORS DNI

Warning Muriel Arcana route spoilers!

You and Muriel have finally gotten back from the portal only to find out you've been gone for a week? After the most exhausting fight you finally have a night alone after Muriel tells you he loves you, with one night left before war you make the most of each other's company...

Cw: creampie, fingering, fluffy nervous first time sex, honestly this one's real vanilla but if you've read his route you know he probably wouldn't be super kinky, especially in this scene. But it is heavily implied that if you choose the right option yall fuck. The fiction also starts with the first part of the "undress him" option in hold the line.

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"I know how to undress myself" the man in front of you blushes deeply at the proposition you had given him "really cause it seems like you were going to go to bed with all your clothes on" You smile warmly at him laughing lightly, unbuttoning his heavy cloak and setting it at the end of the bed. The events of the past few days weigh heavy on your mind, yet he sits still, not protesting any of your advancements to take his clothes off... in fact, his pupils are a little blown, blush on his face, and he's looking at you more intently than he ever has. Just last night, he confessed his love to you, and this was the first time since then that you've got some time alone. You move to take his shoes off before looking down at his shirt. He's staring at your lips intently, though you move to kiss him first, straddling his lap and taking advantage of his surprise by popping the first button on his shirt. "That's cheating," he teases when he pulls away. "I was distracted..." He pouts jokingly as you continue to unbutton his shirt, pressing light kisses to his now exposed collarbone. With each button, you expose more and more of his skin, and despite the fact that half the time you have been together, this giant man has been shirtless... you can't help but feel that seeing him in this way is so much more intimate, and that makes you nervous. Soon, you're down to the last button, hands shakily fumbling to undo it and help him out of the form-fitting shirt.

And suddenly, there's only one item of clothing left... Now it's your turn to blush and stutter. It's not like you haven't been around him in WAY less. Hell, you took a bath together weeks ago. Yet now you feel his gaze on you, and for once, it makes you nervous. Now you know how he's been feeling the whole time he's been with you. Taking advantage of your newfound shyness, he does something you would've never expected HIM to do. He takes your face in one hand, kissing you... and unzips the back of your dress with the other. "Muriel!" You gasp surprised against him. "I'm not the only one that was about to sleep in my clothes" he points out, grinning at you, proud of his sudden boldness, which you had to admit was pretty hot, yet you blush a bit more realizing however that the only undergarment you were wearing was a pair of dainty purple lacey panties that Nadia had hidden for you in your costume box... just in case. It's no surprise she left them there. You weren't the only one encouraging your attempts to get Muriel out of his shell. Why you grabbed them, you weren't entirely sure... they were awfully sexy for something you would choose though, and now you felt a bit self conscious, hoping he didn't think you were EXPECTING anything from him. The dress had built-in padding, so you didn't really need to wear anything else, and you didn't want a bra strap to ruin the look that Nadia perfectly crafted you for the Masquerade. He runs his hand down your bare back, snapping you out of your constant overthinking, taking in the softness of your now exposed skin before realizing your predicament. You laugh nervously. "With everything that's happened, I never really thought to get something else to wear to bed..." Your face is bright red.

"I don't mind... anything if it's with you..." Anything... oh. OH. Is he insinuating what you think he is? "I don't mind either" your words come out confidently but your heart is practically beating out of your chest as he pulls you closer and slowly moves to take the rest of your dress off, almost as if he's giving you time to change your mind, to protest and say "nevermind goodnight!" But you don't. Instead, you let him, nervous as you are, you let him. Because he loves you, and you love him too. This grumpy, ornery, sweet mountain of a man really truly loves you, and for the first time, you can tell from the way he looks at you. Soon, you're in nothing but those lacey panties, and for the first time (that you've noticed), he stares at you in awe, taking a moment to gather his words. "I've never said this to you... a-and I'm not just saying it because we may die tomorrow... I don't always know how to say what I want..." he huffs again, still trying to find the right words, and you wait patiently, fighting the urge to cover your now exposed breasts, slightly self-conscious with how exposed you now are to him. Finally, he cups your cheek and looks directly into your eyes. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world." And when he says it, he says it with such certainty, like it's a fact and not his opinion. A deep blush sets upon your cheeks. You've always been attracted to him. You've always known how you feel about him, and as much as he has let you know that he loves you, he's never commented on his attraction towards you. "You think I'm beautiful?" The question leaves your lips, and you're not sure if it's to tease him... or to simply hear him say it again. "You are so beautiful." This time, there's no hesitation in his words, no uncertainty in his tone, just pure adoration and love, and you can't help but think of last night... when he held out those flowers to you and told you he loved you. When you teased him, telling him to tell you over and over because you would never tire of hearing him say it. When you got so excited that he said it, that you forgot to say it back until later that night. Blushing, you snap back to the present moment, more smitten than you've ever been around him. "Well, if we want to..." You stammer out the next words, "then we need to talk a couple more layers off of you..." You tug on his belt loops, signaling that you want nothing more than to get rid of his pants. Not being able to take them off with him sitting, he lays you on the makeshift bed of furs, kissing your neck... then your collarbone... then the valley between your breasts... going lower and lower until he stops, kissing your thighs and standing up to take his pants off. You're almost disappointed in him wearing underwear but flustered at the boldness of the kisses he just gave you. "How are you not nervous??" You blush deeply self-conscious about your own nerves, covering your face. "Of course I am... you have no idea how nervous I am right now... but I love you, and you haven't stopped me yet or given me any sign that this isn't what you want." He takes your hand and presses it to his chest lightly so you can feel how fast his heart is beating... and it matches yours. "I don't want to hurt you... you're so much smaller than me, but... I know you'll protest at that too, saying I need to trust you more and that you'll tell me if something is wrong. So I'm trusting you and giving myself the chance to be a little bolder." You smile finally, giving yourself a chance to be more comfortable. If Muriel himself, the mountain of anxiety and nerves, can find a way to be more confident for you, so can you.

"We both need to lose one more layer..." You sit up and pull him down towards you, whispering in his ear before kissing his neck and bringing your hand to the waistband of his underwear. He tenses but doesn't protest as you slowly start to slide them down. You try your best not to ogle how big he is, but you blush as he is now fully exposed to you. The man was big, in general. He was 6'10 and was going to have a fairly big dick to you either way he was built. Noticing you staring a bit, he starts getting a bit shy again. "You are so handsome, Muriel... don't shy away from me now..." You take his hand in yours, pulling him toward you on the bed, laying down for him. He follows your gesture and joins you, taking some time to pull up a blanket over the both of you, not wanting anyone to come in and see what you are about to be doing. It's not like being in a tent gives you the best privacy, and even with wards up, it still feels open. One layer stands between you two. One lacey pair of panties. And instead of pulling them off quickly, like you were anticipating, he stares at them before kissing your thighs once again. "These are... fancy... pretty." He blushes. "Did you wear these for me?" "Kind of... I mean, I wasn't expecting this to happen, but Nadia left them in the costume box, and I put them on and... I don't know. I got flustered at the possibility of you seeing them..." You trail off feeling suddenly shy again. "I thought they were pretty, and I guess I was hoping you would find them pretty too." He kisses on top where they rest snugly on your hips. "They're pretty... but you could wear nothing, and I would still find you pretty" blushing deeply he realizes what he said, and then laughs lightly remembering he was about to take the only thing off of you leaving you covered. "I just mean that I think you're pretty wearing anything... or nothing, " and with that, he slowly slides them down your legs, marveling at the sight before him. You, completely naked, blush on your cheeks as you wait for him in eager anticipation.

"You sure this is okay? I'm not... I'm not bad for wanting this as badly as I do..." "If you're bad for wanting this, then I'm a God damn heathen Muriel... You have no idea how badly I want you right now" You breathe heavily as he takes his sweet time savoring the feeling of your thighs underneath his rough hands. "I-I might need some guidance..." he admits rather embarrassed. It makes sense to you now that he's never done this. The man hasn't so much as he talked to a person besides asra until you came along. "We can arrange that love." You smile gently at him as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to kiss you. Your hearts are still pounding against your chest as you press yourself against him. Plush breasts against his chest, soft lips on his. Hands wandering each other's bodies as you enjoy what could be your last night together. His hands rest on your hips gripping them softly and pressing himself down on you, his hard cock all too present between your thighs, he moves to kiss your neck as you run your fingers through his silky hair. You breathe heavily as he starts to move his hand up to your breast, finger running lightly over your lightly hardened nipple, grinding down on you ever so lightly, brushing against your clit and stealing a light moan from your lips. You gasp and cover your mouth embarrassed, but he looks back down on you, moving his hand to pin your wrists up, not squeezing too tightly, both wrists fitting in his hand perfectly. He blushes before touching his other hand to the side of the tent, green energy pooling out of his fingers and seeping into the fabric before disappearing again. "Wha-" "Soundproof... I want to hear you make that sound again." His pupils are blown out as the candle in your tent burns out, moonlight remaining your only light outside, silver lighting illuminating the both of you. He keeps your hands pinned up as he goes back down to kissing you, letting the other hand go back to wandering your body, nervously stopping as he gets lower. "Go ahead Muri~ your doing amazing" you blush as he moves his hand down further, fingers brushing against your clit. You let out an involuntary whimper as his fingers brush your clit, pulling against him to cover your mouth, and getting stopped by his soft but firm grip on your wrists. And if Muriel is anything, he is perceptive, sharpened senses from living out in the woods for so long. He notices that was a good spot and presses slightly harder with his thumb, rubbing sweet circles on the sensitive spot, causing you to squirm lightly beneath him, breathing heavily as he makes you feel so good.

You feel a soft magic chord wrap itself around your wrists as Muriel moves to use his other hand. "Let me know if you want out of those..." he blushes nervously and holds your hips down with his now free hand as he uses his other to dip a finger into you, keeping a steady pace on your clit. This illicates a much louder moan from you, back arching "Fuck! That feels good, Muri~ You don't even need guidance." You aren't lying to him. He's doing everything right. Maybe a little practice could make it better, but that didn't even matter because you still felt good. "Muriel~" You moan out his name as a form of praise, something you're noticing he likes. The encouragement reassures him, a stark contrast from how he reacts to normal compliments. Normally, you would cover your mouth with your hands embarrassed about being noisy... but that was not an option as your hands were bound in spirals of green magic, and honestly? You didn't feel the need to get out of them anytime soon, and it felt good not to have to silence yourself. He moves his finger inside you, slowly pulling in and out, watching in awe as your face contorts into one of pure pleasure. "Mu- Muri... feels so good..." You whisper praises into his ear before you kiss his jawline, peppering his neck with light kisses before reaching his collarbone. That's when you have the mischievous idea to deepen the kiss, sucking lightly on his neck to leave a mark, blushing at the low sound in his throat as he tries to muffle his own sounds. You grin and leave a few more before he distracts you by catching your lips on his. You can feel his lips curl into a small smile as he slowly adds another finger to your pleasure, savoring the gasps and moans you make as he rocks your hips against his fingers. "Muri... I-I'm close..." Your voice comes out in a whimper as the pleasure building in your core starts to become overwhelming. He hooks his fingers lightly and gives you a few matching love marks to add to the growing collection of the night, and like a dam breaking your orgasm comes crashing down... right on his fingers, breathing heavily small tears forming in your eyes as you cum. Feeling you start to calm down a bit, he slowly pulls his fingers out of you and releases your hands from their magic binding, checking on you before continuing.

"Y-your crying... did I do something wrong?" He whipes your tears, panicked look crossing his face as you catch your breath. "No, Muri, you didn't do anything wrong... that felt so amazing... I just love you so much that I can't help but get a bit emotional. " You smile reassuringly at him, pulling him back down for a kiss, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. "I love you so so much Muri you could never do anything to hurt me or scare me" you cup his face gently letting his fears melt away as you kiss him again, this time pulling him to lay down himself. "You made me feel so good muri, it's my turn to return the favor..." You push him lightly to the bed so that he's in the spot you were in, laying on his back. "Let me know if you want me to stop love..." You straddle him once again, yet this time there's no fabric to stop yourself from lining his cock up to you. Muriel can't do anything but stare at your silhouette illuminated by the moonlight, cock growing harder at the sight. You were red-faced, hair disheveled, and beautiful in the silvery light. "You're gorgeous..." he whispers in awe as you lower yourself onto him. Intently watching your reactions as his cock slides into you almost effortlessly, though it takes a bit for you to get use to him, he is big. You watch Muriel just as mindfully, taking note of his reactions as well. The first note is that he is breathing HARD, face redder than you've ever seen before as he watches you lower yourself onto him with ease. He's also trying his damn hardest not to moan and be as loud as you were, low guttural notes caught in his vocal chords as you struggle to take him all at once. It was a challenge, and it is slow at first, but eventually, you fit him all the way in, moaning as any small movement sends a shiver of pleasure up your spine. You lean down and pull the now fallen blanket back up over you two, as to say that this display of affection and intimacy was for the two of you only, adding another level of comfort to both of your growing anxieties about this being the infamous first time. "Muriel, you soundproofed this tent for a reason... I wanna hear you, too." You tease, grinning as you start to rock your hips, stealing a low gasp from the big man. "F-fuck feels... really good." Surprising you, he's never sworn in front of you before, brows furrowing as he grips your hips tightly, moving you slowly on him. Unfortunately, the height difference between you and the big man stays apparent as you struggle to keep up with the pace he's setting. Noticing this, he stops, bunching up a pillow behind him and sitting up, helping you with the position. "You're so small, I forget sometimes that I have to help you out with things. Guess this is one of them, " he teases lovingly as he breaths harder, hitting all of the deepest and best spots inside of you with this new position. "Muri~" You whimper at the new position, feeling so full. "Sh- shut up, you..." Your lack of comeback endearing to him as you both start having troubles staying quiet. It was smart to soundproof the tent. While his moans were low and breathy, almost guttural gasps for air... Yours were way louder, and once again, he is not allowing you to cover them up. "Why would you want to cover up such beautiful noises... tells me you're having a good time." He murmurs against your neck, kissing and sucking small trails of love marks down your skin.

You were hoping to make him feel good, and you are, but in all honestly he's doing most of the work rocking you back and forth on him at a comfortable pace, savoring how lost in the pleasure he's making you. You grip at his biceps desperately, trying to ground yourself from the overstimulation, yet still wanting more... "F-faster..." You mumble weakly, and he obliges, picking up the pace, a feat that was all too easy for the muscular man, who was now losing his composure, losing himself to the pleasure himself, speeding up the pace without even realizing. "Muri! Fuck!" You moan, digging your nails into his biceps as you feel your own pleasure building up again. Both of you lost in each other's embrace as you turn into a whimpering mess, practically drunk on the way his cock was pounding into you. Crashing down on you again you cum a second time, urging him to keep going for his own release. "Wh-where should I?" "Inside. Muriel, please... cum inside me." You grip his arms more as he pushes you down one last time, doing as you said and cumming inside you. "F- fuck Muriel... you grip onto him panting as you blink away a few more tears, overstimulation causing your legs to shake around him lightly. You both sit there panting and trying to catch your breath, enjoying the warmth of each other, both sharing a few tears at this point. "I love you so much..." he murmurs to you as he holds you tightly before pulling him out of you slowly. "Wh- what if you get pr-" "I'll use magic honey." He melts at the newfound pet names you've given him and wraps his arms around you. "That was amazing... " You reassure him to let him know he didn't do anything wrong. However, when you stand to grab any spare cloth to clean up with your legs, give out, sore from the previous activities. He catches you quickly and puts you back on the bed. "I'll be better tomorrow, don't worry." You laugh a bit embarrassed at falling, legs shaking from all the overstimulation. He grabs whatever cloth he could find to help clean you up, helping you before coming back to bed, pulling you close to curl up in his arms. "I love you... good luck to us tomorrow, I would hate for that to be the only time we can do that." He jokes, only half teasingly, nerves about the oncoming war setting in a bit more, "w-we will be good, right?" You nod and press a kiss to his chest "we're gonna kick Lucio's ass tomorrow don't you worry" You grin and eventually fall asleep, waking up the next day to Asra's voice. Ignoring the incredulous stares at both you and Muriel until Julian points out your necks to each other. "Have fun last night?" He laughs eying the both of you, confusing you until you look at each other, noticing the remnants of the night before on your necks and collarbone. You swore you both could've died of embarrassment before even stepping to the battlefield.

#the arcana #muriel the arcana #arcana smut #arcana x reader #muriel #muriel the mountain man #muriel the hermit #muriel x reader #muriel x mc #muriel smut #muriel x apprentice

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violettduchess · 5 months

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A/N: I'm going to just post these shorter little pieces one by one. Originally I was going to do one big headcanon but this is easier for me and my limited free time.

Reader x Leon, at the Holiday Market 🎄

WC: 650

Bright are the strings of holiday lights that illuminate the darkness with bold reds, glowing greens and festive gold. The Rhodolite Holiday Market is swimming in them, an entire sea of color against a stark winter’s night. Voices are raised in merriment, mugs of mulled wine and tankards of ale clink in earnest cheer and wishes of happy holidays. The air is buzzing with life. With possibility. With joy.

Leon watches you from beneath his black hood, the one that obscures his handsome and well-beloved face. If anyone were to recognize their prince, they would swarm him, wanting to treat him to a pint of this or a mug of that. So he keeps himself in shadow, watching you through his dark lashes.

You’re sipping a steaming cup of dark wine, seasoned with cinnamon and cloves, watching with eyes brighter than stars as burly men set up for the holiday fireworks display. Your cheeks are warmed by the drink and you unconsciously lick your lips, chasing the last drops of wine. His breath catches in his chest as the present moment, the now of it all, crashes into him: as a young boy, he used to roam this market, ordered by men with hard knuckles and rough voices to steal from innocent patrons, his young heart breaking each time he did. Later in life, he would sneak away from royal instruction and duty to hide among the happy faces of the townsfolk, free from a different kind of golden chain.

And now, later still, he is still at the same market. Not as a thief or a stowaway, but as a leader, mingling in secret with the people he has sworn to protect. And with you, an element to his story he never could have imagined. Never would have dreamed possible for someone like him. You who captured his heart and has held it close ever since, safe within the warmth of your love.

One of the big men leans forward, lighting the first fuse. You take a step back, into the circle of Leon’s strong arms, head already tilted up at the sky. He holds you against his broad chest, breathing in the scent of your hair, the familiar lavender and rose that still sends a fluttering of desire through his veins.

Above you both the sky explodes with a shimmering burst of red and green and he tugs you tighter against him, lowering his mouth to your ear, nipping at its tip before murmuring, “C’mon. Let’s get out of here.”

Your near-empty mug is left on the corner of an empty stand. Leon pulls you away from the crowd gathered to watch the fireworks, away from the bright lights and glittery displays and towards the velvety black shadows of a narrow alley, his heart hammering in his chest, your soft laughter fanning the flames of want in his blood.

The crowd “ooohhs” as the sky explodes with a burst of golden shimmer. “Ahhhh” falls like a refrain from your lips as Leon bends down, seeking and finds the warmth of your skin. He trails open-mouth kisses down the line of your neck. He wants to give you a memory as powerful and satisfying as the one you have gifted him. The crowd gasps as the fireworks explode, one after another, leaving a tiny trail of bright white blossoms across the darkness. Your tiny, staccato gasps are swallowed by his hungry mouth, his talented fingers skimming their way across fabric, undoing laces and buttons until he is able to touch you there, please, right there, the place that has your legs buckling and your hands gripping his broad shoulders.

The finale: a sky painted in incandescent red and gold. Your eyes close, Leon’s kisses and touch painting your own vision in blinding white, your body a firework of its own, ready to surge towards its own brilliant finale.

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#ikemen series #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri leon #leon dompteur #ikemen leon #holiday fics #ikemen fanfiction #ikemen fanfic #otome fanfic #violettwrites

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sp4rrowdoll · 10 months

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Robin having a particularly rough day and taking out his frustrations and anger out on pc through sex ? :3

I'm so sorry for the late response anon! Hopefully this makes up for the wait!! (Title taken from "Cherry Lip (Go Baby Go)" by Garbage, which is 110% a Robin song.)

the hysterical realm

m!Robin/f!Reader; read on ao3 here

Robin is an angry crier.

He always has been, ever since you were little. You used to tease him, just to see him cry, his eyes filling up with frustrated tears. He’s also a pretty crier, and you lean up to lick the salt off his cheek as he presses you down into the bed, tearing at your clothes. He’s too angry to do much more than paw at the buttons on your blouse, and if your hands weren’t pinned above your head, you might have tried to help him.

His face twists, and one of his hands wraps around your throat—he’s not mad at you, not really, but seeing him like this at all sends a fission of heat up your spine. You wonder if you’ll ever be able to make him mad enough to get like this by yourself.

In the meantime, you’ll settle for blowing him off, letting him walk home alone, and hoping that this town will be good to you in the only way it knows how.

“Stop that.” He punctuates his statement by squeezing your neck lightly. His nails, always well-kept and smoothly shaped, scrape at the sides of your throat. Robin releases your wrist, and settles back to working on undoing your blouse. His crying has smeared mascara around his pretty eyes, and his eyelashes stick together in the most alluring way.

It’s more commanding than he ever lets himself be in bed. Your hips rock up futilely, and you try and decide whether it’d be worth it to rile him up more. Insults and half-finished humiliating phrases loop over your tongue and sit between your teeth. You hold your tongue, and press into his hand on your throat instead, knuckles turning white as you grip the headboard.

“Stop what?” you ask, and smile like your tongue hadn’t swiped over his cheek only a moment before. His hand tightens on your throat, and he stops trying to unbutton your blouse, and just rips it open, scattering buttons across the floor. You watch dispassionately. A shirt or two is an easy sacrifice to make in order to see Robin this way. Luckily for you, your bra hooks in the front, which makes it easy enough to remove that it shouldn’t be a problem. He scratches at you as he unclips it—much like your shirt, he doesn’t bother trying to pull it off all the way, just shoving the cups out from under your breasts, letting them spill free.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Don’t play with me,” he replies, and he even sounds different like this. His voice is deeper. Huskier. There’s an edge to it. If you couldn’t see the way his pulse jumps in his throat when he tries to intimidate you like this, you could even be convinced that he’s a different person entirely.

His lips lower to your throat. You wonder if he’s leaving lipstick stains behind again. Sharp little nips, brief deliciously painful flickers of teeth, trace a line down your neck towards where his left hand is still squeezing, as his right hand begins to work on your trousers.

You’d started wearing this particular style of pant because the long line of buttons were tough to undo in the heat of the moment, and Robin seems to be finding that fact especially frustrating right now, because instead of trying to get your pants off, he sits upright again and slides forward, his hips slipping over yours, traveling further up your body. His faintly-muscled thighs press against either side of your ribs. Your breaths are coming in short, tiny gasps, and the hand around your throat twitches with every quiet noise you make, his nails biting into your skin.

His own pants had long been undone, though not removed, and his hard cock sits hot and heavy at the juncture between your breasts. Precum wets the soft swells at the base of your chest, and his hips twitch forward, smearing it across your skin.

“Robin,” you whine, writhing beneath him. One of your hands lifts from the headboard, only for him to slam it back down. You let him pretend he’s strong enough to keep you there, and stop struggling a bit. He leans down so his lips rest against your ear. You can feel the angry heat radiating off his face. You decide to beg anyway. “Please, Robin, I need you.”

“Aw.” He’s not smiling, but the bared, gritted, teeth could probably be mistaken for one. “I wish you’d been good enough for that.”

With that, his hips thrust forward, bouncing your breasts around his cock, and his hand finally lifts from your throat to pull them tighter around him as he fucks between them in earnest. His rhythm is sharp and stuttering, just like him in the heat of his anger—your breasts are pressed tightly enough together now that you can feel every contour and pulsing vein along the length of his cock.

Robin snaps his hips against your chest, and his hand squeezes your wrists. You cannot look away from where his dick disappears between your breasts. For a moment you mourn that between the size of your breasts—they’d been so sore recently, and you could swear that they were getting bigger—and the size of his cock you couldn’t wrap your mouth around his tip on the apex of his harsh thrusts.

He groans, and his hand leaves your breasts to tangle in your hair. His thrusting speeds up, and he begins to pull at your hair for additional leverage—your breasts ache as they heave against his movements.

There’s no fanfare when he finally comes—he bends low and grabs your face, pulling you into a messy kiss, from anyone but Robin, you’d probably class it as a bite—and thick ropes of cum splatter across your chest and up to paint the base of your throat. He shudders there for a moment, before pulling away.

There is a rare look in his eyes as he looks down at you. It’s a little possessive, a little dark, and his brows are still drawn and furrowed. Tears linger in the corner of his eyes still. His lipstick is hopeless smudged around his lips, and the skin under his eyes is dark with ruined mascara.

One finger slides down the length of your reddened throat, and lingers in the pool of cooling cum between your collarbones. The nail bites into your skin. It digs in. You exhale, and your eyes flutter closed.

And then he’s gone.

The door of your room slams shut as he leaves. As soon as it does, you hastily shove one hand down your pants and crook it up into your soaking wet core. Your fingers rub with the rhythm you’d memorized from the thrust of Robin’s hips, and before you know it, you’re on the path to tip over the brink and follow him into orgasm.

Later you’ll clean up the sticky mess that’s drying on your chest with the wet wipes next to the lube in your bedside table, and stretch out the soreness in your shoulders from holding your hands above your head for so long. Later you’ll grab some water, and test the muscles in your throat, and when you’re convinced that you look—not normal, because you know that normal for you exists in the peaks of pleasure, of cleaning up only to get mussed up minutes later, so not normal, but instead less debauched—and later you’ll follow him next door.

Robin will be crying again, and it will be as pretty as ever, but this time it will be in remorse, and maybe that’s one of the best things about riling him up like this. Because whenever anyone else uses your body like this, they don’t bother to apologize, don’t bother to feel dirty and wrong, don’t carve out space for you-as-person after they finish thrusting into you and leave. But Robin does—and his guilt makes a delicious chaser to a hard-won fight-fuck-orgasm. It’s the closest thing to power that you ever let yourself experience.

So later you’ll follow him out of your room and into his, and you’ll take your prized place in his bed, and curl close around his back, fitting into him like he can somehow manage to slot all of your missing pieces back into place.

But for now, your fingers work, and pleasure sparks as you imagine the furious look in Robin’s eyes from only moments before—you can’t help yourself. He’s just so much fun when he’s mad.

#dol #degrees of lewdity #dol robin #robin the orphan #m!robin #f!reader #sp4rrow-writes #angry crying Robin w/ mascara and lipstick got me 😳#the idea of robin wearing lipstick and mascara in general....h o t #also pls ask me about my Robin playlist i spent so much time on it

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antlerqueer · 8 months

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hii, megan! I hope everything is going well for you. I was wondering if you'd be willing to share how you created the gifs and images overlay effect in this /post/727210103698259968/scott-pilgrim-2010-lgbtqcreators-bingo pretty set? Have a nice day.

I will do my best!

First and foremost shout out to @nelsonnicks Norah whose beautiful gif set here inspired me!

In order to make this as succinct but also thorough as possible, there are some assumptions this tutorial makes:

We are working in photoshop

You know how to make a gif using photoshop

You know how to use the timeline feature to make/edit gifs

Okay let's learn how to make this gif:

(Due to Tumblr's image number limitations, there is a PART TWO linked where I add that "item" and gif, which you can find by clicking this entire sentence.)

STEP ONE: The Image Overlay

Pick your image! Here's the one I've picked, I cropped a page of the graphic novel:

From there, I'm going to click on that magic wand tool:

And select subject (crudely circled for emphasis)

If it's not perfect, you can either use the quick selection tool to refine the selection before or continue on with these steps and use the eraser later. I do both, but it's up to you.

Now I have a lasso around the subject, and I'll click that "Select and Mask" button next to "Select Subject"

Now I can see what my lasso'd image looks like against a white background, and I see that it's pretty good, nothing I can't fix with an eraser if I really want to later.

If the image looks rougher than you were expecting, use the SMOOTH option and play around with that slider.

If it looks a bit more smooth than you wanted (not clear defined lines where you were aiming for clear defined lines) use the CONTRAST option and play with that.

And if you wanted a little more or less around the edges, you can use the SHIFT EDGE tool to grab like 1px-ish of additional space.

Anyway, I like what I've got, so I am gonna CLICK OK

And I'll either cut or copy it onto a new file, and throw away my scraps.

Now it's time to add my character details! I'll use the same format I did for the original set here, and create 3 equal-sized rectangles using this lovely shape tool tool:

So my working file now looks like this:

I move the rectangles closer, I'll want them behind the image of Ramona after but here's just what it looks like while I'm adjusting them.

Then I add the text:

Now, it looks like when I put the bars behind her it'll cut off her name! I don't want that, so I'll adjust the side of the bar for her name and scoot it over....

Nice!

Now I'll adjust those layers to be closer together and behind Ramona...

And this is what my screen looks like now!

It looks how I want it, so now I'm gonna merge all of the layers EXCEPT the background layer. This makes it so the part that's merged has a transparent background.

Highlight the layers, right click, and find the "Merge Layers" option

And now it looks like this:

Step one COMPLETE. Great job. Have you been drinking water? It helps you think clearer. Or something.

STEP TWO: Make the gif you want. Sorry I'm not doing this step-by-step it would be so long I'm sorry!!!

STEP THREE: Put Ramona on the gif!

So I just use the selection tool and make a square around my bestie Ramona here to create this:

And then paste her right on top of my gif here:

Woah! She's ginormous!

Let's resize her by hitting CTRL+T....

This is where we get a little creative. Personally? I think the font is legible, but doesn't look nice now that I've resized it. So I'm going to back to the original file and UNDO my last action (merging the files):

And hit CTRL + T on the Ramona layer (Layer 1 pictured) and adjust her size:

Time to merge these layers again, and redo the process:

MEGAN SHE'S LARGE AGAIN! I know, I'd rather work with big files I have to make smaller than small files I have to make bigger. Sue me.

Resize the layer, make any adjustments to the gif you have under it in terms of placement/size:

And WHEW we got this part done.

STEP FOUR: Add color overlay

I'm gonna make her color overlay blue like her cartoon hair, so I'll eyedrop tool her hair:

Go to Layer:

Add new, and then using a regular brush at like 5000px just click onto that new layer, and...

Bump that layer under your Ramona cut-out,

Go back to the layer drop-down menu, and select Blending options...

And this little menu will pop up:

MAKE SURE YOU HAVE THE PROPER LAYER SELECTED FOR THIS. Otherwise you're going to be very confused.

See where it says "Blend Mode" and it has a drop down under normal? For these purposes, I'm gonna use the drop down and select COLOR:

Now you can see that all-blue layer in the background now is showing the original gif behind it, but you know your original gif? "I know of it." It's all blueee. /ref

This is what it should look like:

Before I go any further, I'm going to check my timeline to make sure this is covering the WHOLE duration of the gif:

It does, so let's drag that bar on the right to line up with the end of the gif:

All fixed!

So now we've got this:

Oh man! See those white spaces between her arms? I'm gonna go back and fix those now, fortunately I can edit it directly on the full file itself, by just editing that layer.

Using my magic wand tool, I'm selecting those white spaces between her arms and her jacket and deleting them-

She's not perfect but you can always be nit-picky and zoom in really close and refine with the eraser.

PART TWO

#answered #Anonymous #usergif #userairi #usernorah #userbarrow #userhallie #usercats #tuserheidi #tutorial #gresource #gif tutorial #pscentral

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someplace-darker · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 6: Cockwarming | Foggy Nelson

Pairing: Foggy nelson x reader (no y/n)

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: 18+, PWP, brief handjob, cockwarming, no use of protection (wrap it!), fake legal mumbo jumbo that I made up, Foggy is submissive in this, gn!reader

Summary: Foggy's having a hard time working on his opening statement, so you make him focus.

A/N: ONCE AGAIN cutting it incredibly close to midnight, but I did it and will continue to bc i'm a bad bitch. Also thank you for all the love on my other kinktober works!! It means so much

Foggy paces the hardwood floor of your apartment, muttering to himself as he clenches the papers in his hand with a slightly excessive amount of force, but you don’t exactly blame him. The trial is in less than twelve hours and he has yet to complete his opening statement, spending the last four running things by you as you sit on the couch sending out emails to other clients.

“This is ridiculous, seriously, I take one day off work and suddenly I forget how to do said work,” Foggy gripes, spinning dramatically to face you. You glance up at him, blinking a few times to adjust to the different lighting “well that’s a broad statement. Boil it down, Fog, what’s the main issue?” He considers this for a moment, eyebrows furrowing in concentration. It’s like watching an egg timer run out, the ticking slowing to a point when his eyes widen just the slightest. You can’t help but grin “figure it out?”

Foggy nods, loosening the tie around his neck “I’m overthinking it. I’m stressed and tense, and it’s creating too many paths. I just need to focus on one of them.” Nodding back, you pat the spot beside you on the couch, beckoning him to sit. He does, shoulders immediately slouching the second he steps towards you, body reacting to your presence as always. He sits to your left, pushing a throw pillow to the edge so he can scooch closer. Something in your stomach jumps when he relaxes, legs spreading wide, bringing his hand up to push blond strands out of his face.

An idea forms quickly and silently, taking form in your mind just as fast as it started. You clear the lump out of your throat, moving to sit on the edge of the cushion and closing your laptop before setting it on the side table “why don’t you read it out to me. I’ll give you direction if you want it.” Foggy nods, entirely unaware of your line of thought as he begins to read from the top of the page. Once he reaches a few sentences in you slide off the edge of the couch completely, gently falling to your knees on the rug beneath you. He catches this and pauses, concern crossing his features but you wave him on, waiting until he continues before beginning to waddle around to his front.

You manage to settle between his legs before he stops once more, lowering the papers to look at you. Foggy raises his eyebrows when you place your palms on the tops of his thighs, pressing your fingers into the fabric of his slacks and grinning. He seems to finally catch on after a second, breath hitching in his throat, pupils dilating just a fraction.

“Oh,” he breathes, regarding you with a new sentiment.

“Yeah?” you murmur, the underlying question made obvious when you lower your head closer to his crotch.

Foggy nods eagerly, understanding “yeah.”

Humming, you push your hands higher on his legs, reaching his belt and lingering at the buckle “you have to keep reading, Fog. Otherwise we won’t get anywhere. You stop, I stop.” Once you lay out the ground rules, he continues where he left off as do you, undoing his buckle then moving to the button. “Though this case may seem difficult, it is fairly straight f- uck,” Foggy groans when you finally slip your hand beneath the band of his boxers, rubbing your thumb in a circular motion over the head of his cock before stopping once more. “Focus, baby. We won’t get anywhere, here or in court if you freeze,” it takes a second for his composure to come back, voice tensing only when you start to twist your wrist.

“On this day, the defendant-”

You pull your hand from the confines of his pants and hook your index fingers in the belt loops, tugging at them until Foggy lifts his hips and you’re able to get them down to mid thigh, his dick now resting hard and flushed against his button-up. The ache in your knees begin to present forefront in your head, taking it as a sign to stand up and push your pajama pants to the floor.

You saddle your legs on either side of him, reaching down to grab his length in your hand and adjust before lowering yourself slowly. This time you allow him a pause to moan, his head falling back against the couch as his mouth opens around a gasp when you finally settle completely. Foggy pants, sweat beginning to bead at his forehead and you can feel the way his cock throbs inside of you. If you were kind enough, you’d ride him and let the opening statement be cast to the side until you both finished.

But you aren’t kind, not tonight.

You’re apt to stay sat on his lap, unmoving even as his hips jerk under your thighs. Pinning him with a stare that makes him gulp, you clench just once to make him pliable putty in your fingers. “You’re going to keep reading, and I’m going to sit here. Every correction you make, every ounce of progress you come up with, will earn you this,” you raise yourself up slowly before coming back down, grinding your pelvis into his “do you understand?”

“Yes.”

You can see that you’re breaking him piece by piece, but you’ve never seen him focus so intently on a paragraph. There’s only a few left now from where Foggy’s thumb sits, you can see from the light making the ink visible through the back. The next few minutes are torture for him, but god is it delectable for you.

“That’s a good boy, Foggy. How about changing that spot?” You tease, watching as his face morphs between attentiveness and pleasure.

“The defendant asks humbly that you hear their end and consider the possibilities,” he corrects, eyes flicking up to yours for approval. A roll of your hips is what he gets in return, paper quickly being tossed to the floor as the final sentence is finished.

“Good job, baby, you’re gonna kill it tomorrow,” you tell him genuinely, lifting a hand to cradle his face, leaning forward to kiss the corner of his mouth. Foggy preens at the praise, goosebumps covering his arms when you finally grab his hands and place them on your hips. He looks at where he’s buried inside of you before glancing back up “you sure?”

You laugh softly, even after edging him for nearly half an hour, he’s still the considerate boyfriend you know and love “go crazy, counselor.”

#kinktober #foggy nelson smut #foggy nelson x reader #my writing #Franklin nelson x reader #yeah i'll government name him #daredevil #daredevil smut #is that maybe a trick tag? yes. but it is the name of the show so i'll allow it #if this pops up while you're looking for matt smut #my bad #foggy nelson x you #foggy nelson #Daredevil fanfic #foggy nelson fanfic

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plumxwrites · 2 years

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my girl. // robin buckley.

pairing: robin buckley x female!reader

summary: Being Steve Harrington's sister has its pro's and con's, most of the con's being, well, being only known as Steve Harrington's sister. However, summer of '85 something incredible happens. A pro. Steve grows up, becomes self aware, and starts bringing home his new best friend Robin Buckley, the outspoken, socially awkward band geek who sat beside you in Ms. O'Donnell's' class for an entire year. Turns out she isn't so awkward, and you now have a huge secret to keep from your brother.

word count: 2k

warnings: full on shmut right away under the cuuut, MDNI PLEASE. 18+ ONLY, language ( of course )

a/n: turns out i am a shlut for robin, who knew ( everyone did ). this came out of no where, needed a break from every other piece i'm writing, but this has the opportunity to be a fic, i already have the storyline kind of mapped out. hm, enjoy if anyone reads this mess! i have no idea how good this is, just wrote it and now sending it to the void. :) x. ( gif not mine! )

“You’re beautiful,” Robin whispers between shared air, keeping her lips feverishly on yours, “You’re, so, beautiful.”

Sliding your hands up into her feathered, short brown hair, you sigh, nearly whining as the kiss churned deeper and deeper.

“Robin,” You whimper under your breath, tightening your grip, gently tugging, “Ro-“

“Shut up,” She mutters, laughing before slipping you her tongue, “You talk too much.” Shifting on top of you, she places her knee between your legs, sliding it up until it rubs against the crotch of your jeans. She smirks at the sound you make, and moves her knee like she had before to see if you’d do it again.

“Oh shit,” You groan, rolling your head back on the couch cushions behind you. Robin bites her bottom lip, brushing your noses together.

“You like that?” Her soft voice sends more heat down between your legs, spreading them open further.

“Mhm,” You hum, gulping as she moves her knee steadily on your core now, watching you with satisfied eyes. Catching your parted lips in a kiss, she retreats from them eagerly slow, dragging her tongue over your bottom lip sensually as you started to grind your hips against her.

“Someone need to be touched?” She asks, dragging the back of her fingers down your cheek, smirking as you moan in response, “Shhh, don’t need Stevie to know I’m going down on his sister.”

“Please,” You whisper, opening your eyes to look up at her. Standing above you with one arm behind your head, the other hand igniting a fire on your skin, a foot on the ground and a knee between your legs, Robin was in the place one would least expect. Dominant.

“I love it when you ask nicely,” She coos, kissing your cheek, “Say it again,” And when you listen, she whispers, “Good girl.”

Robin takes her arms from your body and uses her hands, that she now adorned in rings, to slip your t-shirt over your head, smoothing down your hair for you, planting a kiss on your nose. Her lips travel down, kissing every inch of skin she can until she’s paused over your breasts covered by the white bra she was definitely going to tease you for later.

Slipping her fingers beneath the straps, she pulls them down and takes her time, studying you as she does. Kissing the center of your chest as her hands disappear to take care of the hooks on the back, she tosses the lacy material aside and looks up at you with her charming green eyes.

Breathing a mile a minute already, you have to bite down on your lip as she grazes her tongue over your hardened nipples, smiling as she does. Latching her lips to each one, swirling her tongue around properly, she watches as you throw your head back again, moaning from your chest to keep quiet. Wiggling your hips, they now grind against nothing, making you whimper in need.

“Relax, baby,” Robin smizes, dragging her tongue up in a straight line between your breasts, “You’ll get what you want.” Her fingers toy with the button on your jeans, undoing it to your relief. Lifting your hips off of your couch, you help her take them off, a bit too eagerly on your part. Kneeling on the floor in front of you, Robin hooks her hands behind your thighs and pulls you closer, looking up at you devilishly from between your legs. She was still fully clothed, this felt like an absolute sin.

“You gonna be a good girl? We gotta be quiet,” Robin asks you softly, kissing the inside of your thigh. Nodding fast with your eyebrows knit together, she laughs, “You want it so bad,” She kisses the inside of your other thigh, watching you nod some more, and with the wiggle of your hips she presses her fingers into your skin roughly to keep you still, “Stop being impatient, you goddamned, little slut.”

“Please! Robin, I just nee-“ You whisper is harsh, until it’s cut short so you can keep the sound you wanted to let out to yourself. Mid sentence, Robin hooked a finger in your panties, pulling them to the side, sliding her tongue straight into your wet pussy that was begging for her to touch it. Dragging her tongue up and down twice, she penetrates your hole for a second before her tongue swirls over your swollen clit.

It all happened entirely too fast. Gripping her hair with passion, you’re writing underneath her, unbothered of what could come of this couch you were on. Staying as quiet as you possibly could, you can’t help but let a soft whimper escape you every so often.

Glancing down at her, you meet her eyes and feel a wave of electricity move through you. Robin flicks her tongue side to side a couple of times, then swirls it in a circle twice, repeating the ministrations again, and again.

“R-Robin, f-fu…” You whisper, squeezing your eyes shut, throwing your head back as she swaps the side to side for a faster up and down, sitting up higher on her knees to keep you pressed down. “‘Hmy god,” You whine louder, grasping one of your breasts with your free hand. Robin looks up at the sight in front of her, and can’t hold back the delicious moan that vibrates against your core, and ignites a fire inside of you like no other.

“More,” You say quietly, “Do-it-again.” Picking up her pace, flicking and moving her tongue over your swollen clit as fast as she can, she looks up into your eyes and gives you what you ask for, another sweet, sweet sound that draws your release closer. Gripping, and massaging your breast the same way your other hand is gripping her hair, you moan, loud, making Robins eyes go wide.

“Need you to cum,” She mumbles, and realizes her big girl tone isn’t going to work, “Baby?” She starts to whine, whimpering as she sucks on your clit, feeling your body tense up beneath her, “Fuck,” She whispers sexily, all a ploy to get you to cum before you wake up your entire house.

Moving a hand from your thigh, she lines up the two fingers that are wearing rings with your entrance, and slips them inside unapologetically, knowing the metal of her jewelry was a shock and felt cold inside your warm pussy. Working her tongue at the same speed her fingers thrust into you, she moans against you one more time and the tightening coil inside of you snaps. Biting down on your bottom lip, hard, you fight back at the sounds you could make, letting it come out in soft groans.

Feeling you tighten around her fingers, she rides out your high with you, pulling them in and out of your hole slowly, and gently. She kitten licks your clit one more time, smiling as you shudder under her, whining her name.

“Such a good girl,” She whispers, sliding her fingers out of you, “Who knew the rings would make you cum,” Lifting her hand, she shows you the mess you made on her silver jewelry. Watching in awe as she places one of her fingers in her mouth, pulling it out with ease, your curious when she sits up, laying over you as her other hand grips beneath your chin.

“Open,” She whispers, and when you do she pops her other finger on your tongue, and you do just as she did. You wrap your lips around it and lick it clean as she drags it out of your mouth, leaving behind a taste of what she just had and the tang of metal. Her thumb plays with your bottom lip, now a bit swollen, and kisses it.

Shutting your eyes, falling deep into the passionate kisses she gave you, your startled by the shout of your name. Popping your eyes open, you’re in your living room with your brother with the TV blaring close to max volume. Glancing to the chair he was in across the room, you question him with a look.

“You can’t seriously be falling asleep to this,” Steve gestures to the movie on the screen. He had brought home Top Gun from work tonight. After seeing it in theaters four times, Steve swore up and down that the minute Family Video got a copy, it would be his. Sure enough, today was the day.

“I’m not falling asleep,” You mumble. Steve scoffs.

“You sure as hell are, I don’t know how either ‘cause you say you love Tom Cruise,” He points at the screen when the actor appears, looking at you matter-of-factly as if on cue. Looking at the dark haired actor you sigh in defeat. Yes, he was attractive, but he simply did not do it for you anymore.

“I do love Tom Cruise,” You say for your brother's sake, knowing there wasn’t a chance in hell you’d ever tell him you had the hots for his best friend. His best friend who happened to be Robin. A female.

Before meeting her you weren’t even sure there were other girls like you, you felt like there was something wrong with you mentally. And even though it took a lot of small hints, and some major, nerve wracking coming outs, you secured Robin every other night when she wasn’t out with Steve.

Or, after they’ve come home and Steve has gone to bed, Robin would often sneak back into the house, much like the night before this one. The one you were reliving while Tom Cruise flew his planes around. You were sitting in the exact spot it happened in.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you,” Steve says over the music, not letting his eyes leave the screen, “Robins coming over, I hope that’s okay. You guys are like friends now, yeah?” Looking over at your brother and his obliviousness, you take a deep breath and nod.

“Yeah, we’re like, friends,” You say. Steve smiles, glancing at you quickly before the movie steals back his attention, and the thought of Robin being on her way lights a spark within you. One that was getting stronger each time you were together, threatening to reveal your secret to your brother.

#robin buckley #stranger things #robin x reader #robin x y/n #robin x you #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley smut #steve harrington #steve harrington sister #robin smut #maya hawke #maya hawke x reader #ahh idk #idk anymore #so many tags #nervous #scared to psot

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will-you-pick-me · 10 months

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Ulrich Blurb (NSFW)

I hope this is what y'all were hoping for lmao, I've never actually written hatefucking before so I had to do some research and peer review ldjkfghlfsakd---

CW's: GN bottom (masochistic) Y/N, top (sadist) Ulrich, everyone's angry (but mostly Ulrich), semi-long intro/scene-setting, heavy impact play (spanking, hitting, grabbing, etc.), degrading/name calling, overstimulation, general rough sex shenanigans, conflicted/confused feelings after the fact, the smexy was unprotected because spur of the moment decision. The butler knows what you did.

Ulrich had been in his office entirely too long, you'd decided. And somebody had to break up his work so he didn't go gray early, so why not you? It's not like any of his staff had the balls to interrupt him.

You meandered into his office without knocking, smirking slightly to yourself as you saw his brows immediately furrow at the intrusion.

"I'm busy." A statement that was also an unspoken command, directing you to leave. You walked closer, hands bracing on his desk opposite him.

"Yes, you have been for several hours." He shoots you a glare, before going back to reading, signing, and stamping papers. "Your point?"

You smirk again, snatching the paper he was working on out from under his pen, causing him to pause, then exhale a forceful sigh through his nose, a muscle in his jaw flexing. He held out a hand for the paper, looking at you over the rims of his glasses expectantly. "You've made your point. I will take a break once I've finished with this stack, now give-" "What stack?"

He stared at you incredulously as you asked the question entirely too innocently, before you swiped your hand at the stack of papers on his desk, sending them fluttering and flying to the floor. He stood up quickly, his chair rolling back and thumping into the wall behind with a clatter. You only had a second to feel nervous at the look in his eyes before he'd moved around the desk, snaring his hand in your hair to slam you forward over his desk, leaning in over you from behind to growl in your ear.

"Bad move, Y/N."

You snarl back, trying to free yourself or kick or elbow behind you, through the position makes it hard to do anything effective. "Oh, fuck you-" "With pleasure, bitch." You unintentionally gasp as he growls in your ear, feeling his hand move to undo your pants. Finally, you notice the bulge pressed against your ass, and feel your cheeks heat up in response. Like hell you're going to let him win, though - you try kicking out again, managing to land a hit on his shin this time and prompting a grunt of pain from Ulrich, as well as distracting him enough that you manage to squirm away. You back up against a wall, heart hammering as you glare at him, watching him stalk towards you as he undoes his belt, glaring back at you with just as much energy. You're distracted for a moment by the flash of skin over his boxers as his shirt is untucked, something you usually never see from him, as well as the way his open zipper seems to perfectly frame the bulge in his boxers as his belt weighs the corners of the zipper down, drawing your eyes down the line of his toned legs.

Too late, you realize that he's reaching for you, and though you try to lunge to the side, his hand is balled up harshly in your hair again, his lips crashing in for a hungry, demanding kiss that catches you off guard, the faint taste of coffee and expensive cigars mixing with the taste of him on your tongue as rich cologne invades your nostrils, making your head spin. He grinds his hips against yours as you rip his suit jacket off his shoulders and down his arms, which jerk around quickly to fling it to the ground fully, his hands moving up quickly to pull up your shirt as you unbutton his shirt harshly, as if the buttons themselves had insulted you. You manage to get a good yank on his ponytail, making him grunt again, before he's dragging you back over to his desk, shoving you back down onto it again with one hand as he uses the other to push your pants down roughly, grinding his erection into your ass as you grit your teeth. With a huff, you shove down your underwear and try to swipe at his, though he backs up slightly with a dark chuckle, pulling out his dick on his own terms, causing you to growl in frustration at not being able to steal the power back.

You're not allowed to pout for long, though, before he's grinding up against your bare entrance, only a cursory teasing before he's pressing in, leaving you to gasp from lack of preparation. You hear him chuckle above you as he shoves your face down into his desk, beginning to thrust into you none too kindly. You growl your frustration as you clench yourself around him in retaliation, feeling some small satisfaction as you prompt a small groan from the man above you at the added tightness. His hands grope and scratch at your sides, leaving angry red marks in their wake as they work up towards your chest, roughly twisting your nipples and forcing you to let out a choked moan. You thrust your hips backwards into him, using the desk under you as leverage, a few pens rolling off it's surface and joining the papers on the floor as it's rocked. You're both using each other to vent your frustrations, but in the moment, neither of you really care that you're just a toy to the other person - at least this feeling is mutual.

You're caught off guard once more, though, as Ulrich yanks your head backwards by your hair, his other hand coming up under your chin to force you into bending your back in an almost painful way - if you roll your eyes up to the point of straining, you can catch a glimpse of his wicked smirk as he pounds into you, the angling rubbing something sinful inside of you, chipping away at what little scraps of control you had over the situation as your eyelids droop from the pleasure. You hear him chuckle darkly again, as he leans in to your ear to growl his words - "That's it, you fucking whore, give in..." - as his thrusts get deeper and rougher, speed getting sacrificed for the sake of force, but the dull ache inside of you blends with the pleasure in a heady mixture that has you rushing towards climax faster than you're used to, mind feeling hazy as you lose composure and begin moaning under him, too far gone to pretend you're not enjoying it anymore.

You gasp again as his teeth sink into your shoulder, bruising skin and deep tissue alike as his hand lets go of your chin to grip at your hip instead, pulling you into his thrusts to bury himself in you fully with each push, his breathing turning to panting and growling as you eventually lose control, screaming out as you clench around him, hands seeking something to hold on to, a lifeline, but only sending more papers to the floor in their blind desperate search. All you earn yourself is your face pressed back against his desk, his hand holding you down by the back of your neck in a rough grip, nails digging into your skin harshly as you drool dumbly onto the lavish cherry-stained mahogany wood. His hand that was gripping your neck moves down and around your front, beginning to tease at your outside as he continues pulling you into his rough thrusts, forcing your already sensitive bits to continue squeezing around him in waves as he extends your climax, driving you deeper into your whore-dumb state. All you can do anymore is take his dick, as he mocks you for losing this game - "What's the matter, bitch, too much for you to handle? Regretting picking this fight, hm?" - while he uses your hole as his own personal toy. You can hardly stand as he continues to pound into you, your legs trembling and twitching each time he rubs at you with his other hand, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes from the overstimulation as you sob out your moans.

"Beg for me to stop, and maybe I'll finish this up quicker." Your breath gets caught in your throat in another sob, even as the idea makes your cheeks burn again with blush.

"P-please..." "You can do better than that." You squeeze your eyes shut, forcing the tears to roll down your cheeks as you try to stutter past your shame and around your moaning, words coming out as a much more desperate whine than you would ever be willing to admit later on. "Please, m-mercy, sir..." "Hm..." He pretends to consider your begging, before laughing at you mockingly. "No."

You scream again as his free hand rubs at you expertly, forcing another climax out of you alongside more tears, as he continues to thrust into you aggressively, cruel laughter in between his own grunts and groans. You're a panting mess, legs trembling even more, relying on the desk under you and Ulrich's hand at your hip to stay up, staring dazedly at a dip quill on the desk a few inches from your face that rocks in time with his thrusts. You feel him slow down for a second, hearing the metal clink of his belt buckle as he pulls it off, letting the end snap against your ass and giving a short chuckle at your wince, before he's looping the belt around your neck, feeding the end back through the buckle a second time to ensnare your wrists behind your back as well, before starting his rough pace again, using the belt bondage to restrain and choke you. With horror, you realize you're building up to a third climax, and you try to beg again but get cut off by a harsh tug on the belt, leaving you to cough instead. "Shut up so I can focus on getting off - or do you want this to last even longer?" You shake your head frantically, sobbing out another moan as he gives a satisfied, victorious laugh before giving you a particularly nasty thrust, leaving you to scream as you unravel yet again, clenching around him as he speeds up, his breathing finally starting to become uneven and haggard as he speeds up, the hand on your hip moving to slap your ass, a moan clawing its way out of his throat as he hears you whimper. You can feel nothing but desperate relief as you finally feel his thrusts stutter and become even, a long moan working it's way out of him as he pulls you flush against his hips, cock pulsing inside you as he finally cums, breath hot and heavy against your back as he rests his head against your shoulder, muttering something foreign under his breath - "Тебе повезло, что ты мне обычно нравишься...".

Eventually, he lets out a disgusted noise, shoving off of you and removing the belt from your neck and wrists, feeding it back through his belt loops and buttoning his pants back up. He looks down at the mess on the floor and his desk with distaste, before leveling a glare at your weakened body that's slumped to the floor, your pants still down around your knees. "... I don't care how tired you are, you will be helping me clean this up. But I will at least call for water to be brought up, so get yourself covered."

You shakily nod, swallowing dryly and wincing at the way your throat sticks to itself as you pull your pants up, feeling dazed and confused by what just happened. You hadn't exactly been planning on this, and you weren't sure if you should be disgusted with yourself or not for enjoying it as much as you did or getting off that many times from it. The furrow in Ulrich's brows made you suspect he was going through the same, but like hell you were going to ask if he was ok after he tortured you like that. You still resented that he made you beg so pitifully only to deny your pleading, even if he was good with his hands. You take a couple more deep breaths to get your braincells back, then clumsily grab a few of the papers near you, glancing at the numbers of the pages to get them in some kind of order. You just barely manage to stand, placing the papers on the desk as a butler knocks and then enters the room, tray of glasses with a beautifully chilled to the point of condensation pitcher in hands, face professionally neutral as he glances at the mess and your flushed face, before he speaks after an artful pause. "... You called for water, sir?" You've never wanted to die out of embarrassment more.

#pick me! arg #pick me! characters #ulrich blurb #spicy #mun talks #shout out to my fiancé who let me put them in weird positions to make sure they were in fact humanly possible #and also one of my belts which was also put into weird positions to make sure that was physically possible #sometimes good writing means hands-on research <3 #this took literally hours lmao so i hope i see some kofi notifications in my email soon--- my hands hurt---

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 1 year

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I'm sorry but I gotta do it:

"Are you sure about this" transitioning into "just fuck me already" for the one, the only...Mr Don Eppes preferably with your delightful Journo reader?

Of course :D

"Maybe we oughta slow down."

The suggestion falls out of your mouth as Don draws back to dot your neck with kisses. You're not entirely sure you mean it, even as you say it. But you're not sure if it's the best idea to fall into bed with your ex-husband—even though you're halfway there already.

To his credit, Don slows. The kisses stop and turn to nuzzling before he lifts his head, though his hand remains under your shirt, fingers stroking your back.

"Alright," He murmurs, though you can hear a tinge of weariness in his voice. "How slow are we talkin'? Taking a break or coming to a full stop?"

You groan in frustration, tipping your head back against the hall wall as you raise your hands to scrub across your face.

"This isn't easy for me," You mumble. "Not that I'm suggesting this is a walk in the park for you, either."

"You know, all things considered, this isn't actually all that bad," Don chuckles. He takes hold of your hands, and you watch as he raises each to his lips, pressing kisses to the backs of them before he intertwines your fingers. Your stomach flutters, smile widening.

This feels like the Don that you fell in love with—the Don that used to turn up to your office with flowers, just because; the Don that used to insist on tagging along to the odd interview with you because he deemed the subject too dangerous ("I won't sit at the table with you, just—Nearby. You won't even know I'm there!"); the Don that used to invite you to his dad's for dinner, and then drive you home before the two of you spent an hour necking like teenagers in his car.

Where the hell did this man disappear to when you were married? Hell—where did you go, for that matter?

You sweep your tongue across your lips, eyes darting across Don's face. The sight of him this way used to be a fixed point in your life, but now? The sight of his kiss-blushed lips, his mussed hair, his warm, sweet eyes—Did you do that? Is this all for you?

You untangle your fingers and reach up, smoothing your hand over his cheek. Don's eyes close, pressing a kiss to your palm. You lean in, pressing a kiss to his cheek, then another to the corner of his mouth. Don turns his head toward you a touch, lips brushing yours before he waits. You give him a gentle kiss, then another. As you lean back, don chases his lips with yours. You can feel him smiling against your lips as you slide your hand back up into his hair, giving it a gentle tug. Don's palm smooths from your back, down over your ass to give it a squeeze.

You're almost stunned by the way it seems to spur you into action. You steer Don back until he's pressed against the hall wall opposite, your free hand nimbly undoing the line of buttons on his shirt. Once you've got the shirt open, you grasp it, tugging him the rest of the way down the hall. Before you can get too far, Don grasps the hem of your top, drawing it up and over your head before he shrugs his off in turn. You let him crowd you back against the bed, wobbling and plopping down on the bed with a giggle. Don smiles brightly as he climbs up over you. He buries his face in your neck, laying a sucking kiss before he begins to trail his kisses toward your breasts. He stops just above them, gazing up at you from beneath his sweeping lashes.

"Want me to slow down?"

He's not teasing you; it's an honest question. You swipe your tongue over your lips, giving his hips a squeeze with you knees.

"Don't you dare."

#Don Eppes x Reader #Don Eppes x You #Don Eppes/Reader #Don Eppes/You #Don Eppes x Journalist!Reader

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The young man nods, placing the strawberry scented oil back in the drawer, while keeping the cherry one. "Yes, I like cherries quite a lot. They are sweet, but not too overbearing, and their flavor brings back the nostalgia of late summer afternoons spent on the porch of my auntie's house, looking at the sunset." There was an air of nostalgia to his words, Xuan looking back with fondness at those long gone memories. "Anyways, I think it will suit you really well, given that you are equally sweet, and that you're going to really like the smell of it!" Had he compared Kibum to a cherry? Probably. A cherry that he would have gladly tasted and savored, but right now, Xuan was determined to behave.

Had Kibum actually tried leaning forward to kiss him? Xuan asked himself, not entirely sure if that was real or just his imagination speaking. Anyways, trying to not overthink it, he decided to focus on the task at hand of removing Kibum's shirt. There was a slight temptation within him to look the younger in the eyes while he did it, undoing each button slowly one by one, but if he were to do that, there was the risk he might've aroused himself while trying to be sensual, which could have turned into a disaster. So Xuan stuck to just doing it normally, finally removing the pajama top off of Kibum's lean and beautiful torso without much of a fuss.

For a moment he just stared down at the uncovered skin, taking in the view as he tried to make the most of this moment, assuming that there was a chance he wouldn't get another chance like this again. Without thinking, as if on auto pilot, Xuan moves his hand to touch Kibum's soft skin, tracing an invisible line with the tips of his fingers from the base of Bum's abdomen, up to his chest and collarbone. "You are really beautiful, you know that?" The compliment comes out almost as a whisper, as Xuan stares down at him through half closed eyes, as if in a trance like state. But as soon as he said those things, the man snaps out of it, blushing at his own indiscretion and fumbling to get the massage oil to prep his hands and Kibum's skin. "Ah, yeah, right. Now you should turn over with your back up, so I can start working on your sore muscles." Xuan clears his throat and instructs him.

Kibum really admired how Xuan seemed to be having a little story about anything. Somehow, even the cherry scented body oil pulled another story, offering him a small glimpse into Xuan's memories. He loved that about him. Xuan was like an open book in a way, expressing so much emotion rather than straight up information through story telling. There was no more enjoyable way of getting to know someone, or that's what Kibum thought. "Hmm? You think I'm sweet?" his cheeks were clearing blushy but he decided to ask the most primordial yet silliest question as well as daring. "How would you even know that? You haven't even tasted me yet." which was pretty much an open invitation.

One by one, his buttons come undone, and with each button, the fire under his skin only intensifies. The garment was off, the chilly air coming in contact with his skin. It was clear that Kibum was not feeling uncomfortable, maybe a little bit shy under Xuan's curious and admirative gaze. The both of them were so quiet that Kibum almost thought he could hear his own heartbeat and he feared Xuan could hear it too. That would be so embarrassing, he thought to himself. A soft, barely audible gasp escaped his lips when those fingers touched his skin, caressing his body in the most gentle way. Involuntarily, his body quickly responded to Xuan's touch, goosebumps and a little shudders making that well known by now. His own hand was now placed on top of Xuan's, making it look like Kibum was guiding it up his body, another subtle signal that he was enjoying it. The compliment made him look away, clearly not knowing how to properly respond. "I-- I do now..." Fortunately, Xuan's next instructions pulled him out of his own mind and he quickly turned around, the cold metal chain sliding over his shoulder, the sensation of it on his hot skin feeling a bit too nice. "Do you usually like offering massages to poor hostages? Is it part of the job? Or should I feel special right now?" he asked, resting his head on his arms, half joking half serious.

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stardewlily · 7 months

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Thank you so much to @potatoaiisle for this beautiful commission of Seb & Lily. I absolutely adore this, all the little details make it so perfect - the sparkle on the mermaid pendant, the rays of light through the window, the sweet expressions on their faces. This picture makes me so happy... eeeee :)

Please check out her commission info on her blog. She really is an amazing artist and a totally lovely person. Without her constant encouragement I would not only never have posted any of my stories, I would probably also have deleted my entire account many times over. So thanks for that too!

I wrote a ficlet to go with this picture, which you can read under the cut. It's just a short scenario from when they are married in the future. There is some implied sexual content but nothing graphic, still, please only read on if you're okay with that.

A Husband's Duties

Sebastian sighed as he checked his work for the second time. This was always the worst part about coding, going through all the lines afterwards. To be honest, it was amazing he didn't get more headaches than he did, he was sure he was going to end up needing glasses before he was thirty at this rate.

He heard the bathroom door swing open behind him as he carefully scanned his work.

'That must be Lily,' he thought to himself. 'I should probably call this a day soon and… oh shit, that is a big error right there!'

Muttering under his breath he started to rewrite the offending string only to find himself forced to pause when a cloud of gentle perfume enveloped him as Lily's hip brushed against him, knocking his hand away from his mouse.

"Oh…" her voice was light and airy, suspiciously so. "I'm sorry, Sebby, I wasn't watching where I was going."

A little pause.

He looked up to see her dressed in nothing but a little white shirt, hair tumbling loose down her back just the way he liked it, finger held to her full lips as though deep in thought.

"I think I'm gonna head off to the kitchen and plan out our dinner, okay?"

She sashayed off through the door and Sebastian smiled indulgently after her, quickly saved his work and climbed to his feet.

He knew his wife well enough by now to know when she wanted attention.

Sebastian walked into the kitchen to find Lily kneeling on the ground in front of the big picture window filling Nyx's food bowl and petting the effusively grateful feline as she did so. He padded softly behind her as she rose upright and slipped his arms around her waist.

"You look gorgeous in nothing but that shirt, baby," he whispered into her ear.

He lifted her hair and started to lay soft kisses along her neck, felt her shiver in his grasp, his own body quickly responding to her.

"Sebby…" she murmured his name and he allowed himself a few more moments to slowly undo all her buttons before spinning her around, wrapping his arms back around her waist and pulling her firmly against him.

"Did you wear this just to get my attention?" he purred, letting his mouth hover close to hers, teasing her with the lightest touch of his lips.

She let out a quavering sigh, sliding her hands up his chest, tugging at the neck of his shirt with her fingers.

"Maybe..."

Her lips sought his and he finally took pity on her and kissed her deep and long, letting his tongue slide gently inside her mouth, pulling her even closer against him, loving the little moan she made when she felt him hard against her.

"Well, it worked," he moved his head back and grinned mischievously. "Now, the question is... are you prepared to face the consequences?"

"What…?" she gazed up at him, eyes glazed with desire and puzzlement then let out a little shriek as he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

"Time to take my wife to bed," he laughed. "I can't be neglecting my husbandly duties, now can I?"

Lily giggled and clutched at him as he carried her into their bedroom where he spent the next few hours performing his duties in a more than admirable fashion.

~The End~

Cute little page dividers by @chachachannah / Boring old plain green ones by me!

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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Uncivil

Pairing: Matt Murdock x lawyer!fem reader (no other specifications)

Word Count: 1115 words

Outline: Elevator quickie with your favourite lawyer.

Warnings: Smut only, swearing, oral sex (m! receiving), unprotected p in v sex, rough sex, dirty talk, pet names, mean!dom!matt, degradation kink, dirty floors, holding kink, tell me if I forgot to tag something or tagged something wrong!

Author’s Note: this is entirely @wint3r-h3art's fault, I'm innocent, beta-read by the wonderful ✨@alohastyles-x✨ and as always feedback is appreciated and my inbox is always open.

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics // banners by @maysdigitalarts

Main Masterlist ・❥・Matt Murdock Masterlist

NSFW UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

"Is that the best you can do?"

You let out a deep sigh and try to move your ass faster against his cock, struggling to keep your balance on the dirty elevator floor.

"This is boring, the courtroom will start back up again and we will still be here with you trying to fuck my cock."

You let out a curse and begin to move faster, jiggling it, slightly while kneeling down.

"Ah, almost better. Looks like you can fuck after all."

"Matt, honestly, fuck you."

“Honestly, Y/N, if I wanted something so slow I would have wanked.”

Pushing aside the image of him wanking, you curse out and he grabs your hips and begins to fuck you rough, pistoling his hips forward Clapping sounds began filling the narrow room. Moans escape from your lips because the rough friction is exactly what you craved. Matt loved taking what was his.

Ten minutes ago, Matt had pushed you inside the elevator and quickly you fell to your knees unbuckling his pants, palming his cock. Sometimes, you honestly wondered if he was hard all the time, something in the way he walked, something in the way he always looked as if he was ready to fuck you right there in the courtroom in front of everyone. Matt was a whore through and through.

The truth is, Matt could wonder the same thing about you; how come you were always wet? Well, getting wet at just the sight of him and his goddamn baritone voice wasn't anything new. You both knew the effect you had on each other.

But gagging on his cock wasn't enough for Matt, he wanted to fuck today, even though neither of you had any time. You needed to be back in the courtroom in fifteen minutes. Matt switched you and pushed his cock inside your needy pussy, pushing every piece of clothing aside. He needed access and he always found a way to get it.

Loud moans escape your lips as you are now even more desperate to hold on to anything for balance. As you are trying to hold on to something, Matt grabs your breasts and shoves you quickly against the elevator mirror. He could have grabbed you by your hands, but Matt wasn’t that type of guy. You watch him as he undoes his tie more, followed by spitting on his hand. God, what an image. You can feel yourself getting wetter at his assertiveness. He then spread his spit on your aching pussy and lines up his cock inside you again, pressing you against the mirror.

"Can't fuck a man proper dove, and now I gotta do the work. And we don’t even have the fucking time. You're nothing but a cock sleeve, aren't you? Wants to get fucked so bad that she can’t even suck a goddamn cock."

You grunt again while his one hand moves to your neck, clearly to prevent you from responding. The other hand is going to your hips as he is thrusting inside you hard and rough, his cock stretching you out. It feels dirty, filthy, a downright sin; something you should definitely not be doing. Yet that is exactly what happened every time you and Matt shared a case in the courtroom. Exactly what happened last week, and definitely what is going to happen the next week.

Matt followed you when you were going to use the bathroom and, instead, shoved you inside the tiny elevator and pressed the stop button. He uses his hand to press on your stomach a little, knowing how full you must be feeling, and fucks you like a maniac. Every single tense thought goes straight from his brain to your pussy- was a really hard case after all.

"See? This is how someone fucks properly. But now you can't even talk, huh? My cock is filling you up so well, you can't even talk anymore. Like a fucking needy whore."

"Aaaah!" The sound of your moans breaks out, your body feeling immense pleasure at his advances and rough fucking. There would evidently be bruises tomorrow from the way he grabbed onto your arms. Matt moves his bicep underneath your neck and pulls your head back, placing his free hand on the mirror. He moves his hips forward and with short strokes fucks you deeper and harder.

"You’re gonna stay with my cum all day, like the stupid slut that you are. Gonna take it all and keep it like a whore, understood?"

His voice rings inside your ear so close and yet so erotic, and that's when you feel the first spurts of his cum filling you up. Matt is still moving his hips uncontrollably wanting to fill you right up, fuck you through each aftershock when you feel your own orgasm hit you. Screaming his name at the top of your lungs, you are shaking underneath his stronghold. Dirty and fast, exactly how you like it. Matt could never disappoint you.

"Whore."

Matt whispers against your ear and lets go of your neck. He slips out of your pussy and then slaps it with the palm of his hands making you tremble again. Trying to hold on to the mirror, the rough act tiring you out. You can hear him press the elevator button while he is buckling up his pants and fixing his tie. A smirk is visible at the curl of his lips.

"You might want to get dressed, don't want everyone to see you with my cum leaking down your thigh. Not very…civil."

"Fuck you, Matt." You curse out again, panting heavily trying to push your skirt down. You feel his hands over yours and as you open your mouth to thank him but instead you hear a ripping sound. He is taking off your panties.

"Next fucking session in 40 minutes. This time I am fucking you on a table. Need to be able to spread those legs. Maybe have a taste of this sweet pussy. She’s always leaking so goddamn much, poor thing. Can’t even find anyone else to fuck you better?"

"Matt, which one of us is the fucking whore?"

You breathe out straightening your blouse, taking a look at yourself in the mirror, to make sure your hair is alright. You straighten your clothes and squeeze your legs closed. That familiar feeling of the dried cum sticking on your skin left you hazy. Everything is looking good, and yet you can feel your body heat rising again.

Yeah, you were just fucked within an inch of your life, but the anticipation for more left your pussy aching.

Wherever would you find a better fuck than Matt Murdock?

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sn4pdr4g0n · 2 years

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Please do birthday sex for Jschlatt? With aftercare too?

Birthday sex and aftercare with Jschlatt and gn!reader

As it wasn't specified I'll assume this is for c!Jschlatt, sorry anon, luv u tho ♡/p

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You made your way into the White House holding a binder full of important papers in your arms. Fundy had gotten them from Tubbo and it was your job to sort through them and pass them on to Quackity before Jschlatt would actually look at them. Not that he'd care about the hard work you put into this. Rebuilding all the laws in a nation after exiting the last president seemed to get harder and harder by the day.

"Honey!" You heard Jschlatt yell, presumably towards Quackity. Jealousy squirmed in your gut. You pushed forward, moving into your small office and dumping the papers onto the desk. "Sweetie!" It was going to be a hard day, especially with Schlatt yelling in your ear the entire time....

"Need any help with that." The shadow of Schlatt loomed over your desk, the outlines of his iconic ram horns covered up the documents.

"No, I'm good, Schlatt. Quackity, seemed to be having some difficulty with the new flag, maybe you should help him with that." You sighed, flipping through the papers, some seemed to be from as early as the first declaration papers when L'Manburg was still fighting against the Greater SMP.

"Really? You seriously can't be ignoring me on such a day like this..." His footsteps moved closer until his breath was tickling the back of your neck. "It's my birthday, Sugartits, and I'd much rather you'd spend it on my cock rather than... what are you doing?"

"I'm filing the documents for this nation." You turned to look at him, defiance sparking in your eyes, "Its incredibly important if we want to become an established-" Jschlatts lips pressed against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth. The faint taste of alcohol was ever present with him.

"Take that dumb suit off, baby." You nodded, undoing your blazer and fumbling with the buttons on your blouse. Schlatts hands quickly unbuckled your belt and trousers, pulling them swiftly down. "Your so slow. Hurry up I want you now."

"I didn't get you a present, I can get you one when-" "All I want right now is you, I don't care." Schlatt murmured, pressing kisses to your neck, fingers quickly working you open much to your protests of moving somewhere more comfortable.

Your hands tugged on his hair, pulling him away from your neck, some unfortunately placed hickeys would definitely get some looks from the other members of the nation. It didn't matter now though, as the ram hybrid had taken it upon himself to line up to your already stretched. "Schlatt, could we atleast move to your office, ya'know the one with the lock!" You whisper yelled, hushed tone turning into a drawn put moan as Schlatt pushed inside of you.

"Now where's the fun in that, babycakes," He scoffs, hands gripping onto your hips as an anchor to thrust into you ruthlessly. "Let a man do what he wants on his birthday."

Slick, lewd noises fill the room, oxygen feeling almost nonexistent as you panted for you breath in-between moans. His lips peppered sloppy kisses over your face and neck, going as far down as your collarbones, an angels grace compared to his harsh thrust.

"Schlatt, Schlatt, please," you whined, fingernails clawing at the back of his suit attempting to find a steady grip.

"What is it, baby?" He quickly answered, although he seemed procuring with pile driving into you he was paying special attention just for you.

"I'm gonna cum, please, Schlatt," begging only seemed to drive him on more, the tip of his dick managing to find his sweet spot again and again, no matter how much you squirmed in his grasp.

"Cum on my dick, sweetie. Just for me." His thrust stuttered, signalling that he was close too. You, of course, obliged, legs shaken and eyes rolling up towards the blurry texture of the ceiling. You feel him cum inside of you, white dribbling down the insides of your thighs as he pulled out. Schlatt gulped, seemingly to gain his composure, "so good for me, as usual. Do you want to get all cleaned up with me or would you rather-"

"Get cleaned up, please," your hands held steady on his shoulders as he pulled your dress pants up and buckled them swiftly around your waist. You grimaced at the slimy texture of the fabric but it was better than walking around naked.

"Really made a mess of you, huh? Should probably invest in some towels around the Whitehouse..." Schlatt picked you up bridal style, cradling you into his chest as he checked the halls for any passerbys, after seem none he rushed you to his office, when he had his own private bathroom attached.

"Why couldn't we have done it here, would've been much cleaner, and private," you grumbled lightheartedly as you were stripped of your clothes once again.

"Maybe I'll keep that in mind for next time. I just couldn't ignore you though, I really wanted to show off my birthday suit." You chuckled slightly and stepped into the tub, hot water melting away your cramps and aches after being fucked so ungracefully on your own work desk.

"I would never ignore you in your birthday suit, now get in here with me I'm cold and lonely," you teased, pulling Schlatt in with you once his clothes had been abandoned on the floor.

"I wasn't too rough, was I, my dear?" He asked, concern fixed in his eyes.

"Never, my love."

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Sorry this took so long, college has been kicking my ass recently 😪 so this is kind of short. Hope everyone reading has a nice day/night

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moldisgoodforyou · 3 years

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on my mom's grave

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warnings: n/a

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“How drunk do you think we’re going to get tonight?” Sophie asked, tipping back the last of a lemon White Claw as the two of them got ready for the night in her room.

“Dunno. I’m not really feeling it tonight.”

She paused, glancing back at him. “Do you not want to go?”

He shook his head and took the can from her, disappointed to realize there was nothing left. “No, no, it’s fine. I’m cool. Probably just won’t drink.”

“Is this about the phone call with your dad earlier?”

Rafe sighed, gritting his teeth. “It’s not - I’m fine, Soph.”

She crossed her arms and eyed him over, trying to get a read on his body language. “You’re sure.”

“I’m sure.” After Rafe tugged his shirt over his head, ready much faster than Sophie, he paced around the room for a few seconds before speaking up. "Hey, so...Sarah's getting presented at the annual deb ball in spring."

Sophie seemed unbothered, turning her back to him as she wrestled her way into a crop top to get ready for the night. "Those are still a thing? Cool, so you're going home for it?" She paused, glancing over at him in his polo. "Undo another button."

He did so, then rocked back on his heels with his hands in his pockets, trying to figure out what to say next.

She slowly turned back to him, realizing he was still tense across his shoulders. "What?"

Rafe rubbed the back of his neck, a tell-tale sign he was nervous and Sophie wasn't going to like what he was about to say. "Yeah...my dad wanted you to come home for it too."

"What? Ward? Why?"

"He, kinda, uh, wants you to be presented too?"

She just laughed, turning back to the mirror with her brow furrowed in slight concentration as she applied another coat of mascara. "Okay. Sure." But when he didn't elaborate, she turned back to him again, lips pursed. "Cameron. Tell me you told him no."

"...I didn't not not tell him no."

"Rafe."

He cracked under her stare. "I'm sorry, okay! Look, it's easy, all you have to do is throw on a pretty white dress and gloves -"

"A dress that costs thousands of dollars -"

"Hundreds, but - I'll cover you, obviously -"

"No." She turned back to the mirror, shaking her head. "Fuck no. I'm not going."

"Sophie." He nearly begged, stepping closer and running his hand through his hair. "Baby. C'mon."

"Don't call me that. No. I don’t fit into that part of your world.”

"Not even for me?" He pleaded, giving her a half-hearted grin. He ignored her last sentence, knowing any argument he had for her point would be dismissed in two seconds. "I wouldn't ask you if it wasn't important, you know that."

She turned back to him with crossed arms, fixing him with a glare. "Do I know that?"

"Soph."

"Don't, Rafe." She warned, holding one hand out, but he stepped closer anyways.

"Angel. Please. For me." He forced a smile, tried cracking a joke. "I really don't want to have to call him up and get read the riot act."

She furrowed her brow and Rafe reached out and smoothed out the lines in between her eyebrows before he could stop himself, making her soften just a little. "If I were to say yes. What would I have to do?"

"Just wear the dress, attend a dinner, party the night before and party that night." He paused, thinking. "And stay at my house for the weekend. Be civil to my dad.” At her eyeroll, he fixed her with a more serious gaze. “Meet my grandparents. Hang with my sisters. C'mon, Wheezie adores you."

"You're lying."

"I'm not. She thinks you're cool. Sarah too, but she’s less likely to admit it." He kissed her forehead, hands going to her waist. "Please?"

"It's that important?"

"I swear. On my mom's grave."

Sophie frowned immediately, reaching up to fix his hair. "That's not necessary."

"You'll do it?"

"...Yes." When he made a small fist pump, she fixed him with a glare. "Only because I love you."

“I'll go down on you every night for the next two weeks -”

She rolled her eyes at his promise, shoving lightly at his chest. "You basically already do that anyways, Rafe -”

"Okay, fine, I'll tie you up, something, anything, god, thank you, Soph. You don't know how big of a favor this is. I mean it." He sighed in relief, the tension draining from his body.

She ignored him, turning back to the mirror to apply lip gloss, carefully smearing the wand across her lips. “Why does he want me to do this? I don’t understand.”

“Is that the sticky stuff? I hate that stuff, it gets all over me when we’re kissing -” He started, then quickly shut his mouth as she flipped him off without looking. “Uh, ‘to integrate you into our society.’ Direct quote.”

“Oh god.” She groaned, setting the lip gloss aside after applying it, then started searching through her jewelry case. “So I’m gonna have to be on my best kook behavior?”

He snorted. “Sophie Flint, a kook. Not likely.”

“Watch it.” She pointed a warning finger in his face. “You don’t see anything weird with this? Your dad hates me.”

“He doesn’t hate you.”

“Rose does.”

“That’s not true either.”

Sophie raised her eyebrows, challenging him.

He shrugged, relenting with a sigh. “You’re not her favorite person, no, but neither am I.”

“You think this was more her idea? For Sarah to do it too?”

“Nah, actually, pretty sure it was my grandparents’ idea. Probably Granddad. My mom went through all this, so…”

She turned her back to him and gathered her hair, offering the clasp of her gold chain to him. “Your mom was a debutante?” She questioned with interest.

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Rafe rarely ever talked about his mom - Sophie had only found out how she died from a newspaper article in the online archives, and hadn’t wanted to bring it up since. All she knew was that Mrs. Cameron had passed away in a car accident when Rafe was fourteen.

Both Sophie and Rafe’s schools shared a building, despite them going to private academies, and overlapped for certain advanced placement classes. In freshman year, they were together for AP chemistry, with Sophie sitting proudly at the front of the class while Rafe sat in the back with a group of his friends, often cracking jokes at inappropriate times or throwing wads of paper at each other. Freshman year Sophie was the epitome of stuck-up - she resorted to insults instead of making friends and kept to herself, terrified someone might find out that she was on scholarship and wasn’t truly meant to be there.

The day after the car accident, Rafe was unusually quiet. Sophie hadn’t heard the news yet, it was barely second period and she wasn’t looped into the trail of gossip like the rest of the girls at Greenville. They were partnered for an experiment that day - Rafe had groaned when he heard Sophie’s name after his from the teacher, and Sophie barely suppressed a roll of her eyes. She took charge right away, getting all the supplies and set up their work station without even addressing him. After a few minutes, she slid the small glass of solution to Rafe, raising her eyebrows. “You can do the work too, you know.”

He was completely spaced out, only glancing up when she said something. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

Sophie rolled her eyes, lifting a beaker and extending it to him. “Yeah. I know. Just drop in 10 milliliters of the solution, it’s not hard.”

Rafe sighed as he rested his elbows on the edge of the table, rubbing his temples. “Look, can you just do it?”

She finally took note of the dark circles under his eyes, the way his shoulders were slumped, but misinterpreted it all. She smirked, taking on a taunting tone. “What, you’re still drunk from last night or something?”

He gritted his jaw, his entire body growing tense, and tugged at the collar of his polo. “Fuck off, Flint. Not in the mood today.”

She recoiled immediately, setting the beaker down with a little too much force. “Don’t be an asshole.”

“Don’t be a fucking bitch.” He spit back, standing abruptly. She winced as the stool squeaked across the floor, drawing everyone’s attention - as if they hadn’t had it already. Kelce stepped over and went to grab Rafe’s arm, possibly pull him away, but Rafe just wrenched his arm out of his grip. “I’m fine.” He growled, storming out of the classroom without looking back.

After a few moments of stunned silence, with Sophie on the verge of shocked tears, their teacher cleared her throat and redirected everyone’s attention, pointing one of the girls over to join Sophie instead. Molly made her way over, occupying Rafe’s seat in the space across from her. “Poor Rafe,” she murmured.

Sophie frowned, pulling her jacket tighter across her chest like a shield of armor. “Poor Rafe? What?”

Molly nodded, lowering her voice a little. “Yeah, you didn’t hear? I’m surprised he’s at school, honestly.”

“I didn’t...what happened?”

“Oh.” Molly frowned. “Um. You know that winding road, the one that goes downhill toward the ballet studio?”

Sophie didn’t, she didn’t even have a clue - the ballet studio was on the entire opposite side of the island from where she lived, the height of Figure 8, and she hadn’t ever had a reason to even venture that way. “Yeah? What does that have to do with Rafe?”

“Um, well, it was pouring last night, and his mom was driving down that road. I heard she lost control of the car and wrecked it. There was, like, a drunk driver that swerved into her lane, but she tried to avoid him and hit a tree.” Molly told her, careful on the details.

“I’m pretty sure the Camerons can replace a car.” Sophie replied, not wanting Molly to confirm where she thought she was going with the story. She dug her nails into the skin of her thigh anyways, feeling anxiety bubble up in her chest.

Molly shook her head, slowly. “Mrs. Cameron died, Sophie.”

Her heart dropped and she bit the inside of her cheek, hard. “Oh.”

“Yeah. I’m surprised you didn’t hear the sirens last night, I saw like eight police cars last night headed toward his house. I heard Sarah was in the car too, I think -”

“Is Sarah okay?” She couldn’t concentrate on anything but her ears ringing, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Oh, yeah, I think so. But god, how awful, right? The funeral is next weekend, Ward Cameron told my dad this morning. Is your family going?”

“Um...I don’t know.” Sophie glanced toward the door, hoping to god he would come back through the door and Molly would confess that it was all a joke, that she hadn’t just started something with Rafe on that day of all days.

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Rafe nodded. “Yeah. ‘Course she was. I think she really enjoyed it, actually, she’d always tell Sarah when she was little about how pretty she would look in the dress, how important it was to learn the right etiquette and -” He cut himself off, realizing he was sharing too much, and deftly fastened the clasp before pressing a kiss to the top of her head, letting her step away. “All that.”

“Huh.”

He smiled to himself, thinking about how his mom would let little Sarah play dress up in her old ballgown with gloves that went up to her armpits, wobbling around in high heels twice the size of her feet. His mom would tell Rafe he’d have to watch out for Sarah with her escort, keep him in line, and that when he was in college he’d be presenting a girl as well. But he was nine and didn’t think of girls in that way quite yet, so he always scowled and left the room.

“It’s kind of cool, I think. The tradition of it all.”

“The ball? Have you been?” She caught his eye in the mirror as she adjusted her top, not wanting to push for too much information before he’d shut down altogether.

“No...I was gonna present Brooklyn at the one here in Columbus, sophomore year’s normally when the girl gets presented, but. Yeah. No, I meant, it’s kind of cool that you’ll be doing something my mom did.” He rubbed the back of his neck, meeting her gaze for a moment then looked away.

“Yeah?”

“She would have liked you. I know it.”

Sophie perked up a little, cocking her head. “You really mean it?”

“Yeah. She would have liked that you have an attitude with me.” He grinned when she turned back around and took his hand, tugging him over to sit on the bed next to her. “She was always saying I needed to find someone to match my energy, keep me in check. I wish she could have met you.”

“I did meet her. Once.”

He perked up, cocking his head. “You did?”

“Yeah, I served her when I was working at the restaurant at the country club once, I was only fourteen. I remember she made some comment about me being too young to work and I told her I liked it. Then she asked my name, and I remember she seemed like she knew already when I told her.” Sophie nodded. “She was really nice, left way too big of a tip and wrote my name on the bill. I always thought that was funny.”

Of course she knew, Rafe thought as he smiled to himself. She knew, because Rafe had come home and complained about a girl getting on his nerves every single week since seventh grade. She knew, when the complaints turned to “why won’t just be nice to me” and his mom had quipped that Sophie probably liked him - he had scoffed and walked away. She knew, because his mom had come home from the country club and told him Sophie Flint was a much nicer girl than Rafe painted her to be, and Rafe had immediately turned bright red and been embarrassed that his mom sought her out.

“I like that.” She leaned into him, taking his hand to play with his rings. “Will your grandparents be there? At the ball?”

“Oh, yeah. They sit on the board, I’m pretty sure, it’s this gigantic charity event. I’ll introduce you, but don’t worry, they’re chill. Nothing like my dad.” He adjusted himself so she was comfortable, then pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

She chewed on the inside of her lip, treading carefully. “I thought your dad grew up on the Cut.”

“He did. But my mom, no way. Kook through and through. That’s, uh, where a lot of my trust is from. After she died, um. She wanted to be sure me and Sarah were set.” He shrugged, ears turning red as he felt his throat getting tight.

Sophie frowned, feeling him closing off, and leaned closer to hug him, arms wrapped tight around his waist. “You know you can talk to me about this stuff whenever, Rafe? I’d like to hear more about your mom. She sounds like an amazing woman.”

“She was.” He nodded, settling his arms around her shoulders and rested his chin on the top of her head, closing his eyes for a moment. “Thanks, Soph. This is a really big deal to me, that you’ll go. I know it’s not your scene.”

“Love you.” She murmured. “You’d better buy me a pretty dress.”

He laughed, leaning back just enough to tip up her chin with one finger and kiss her. “You’ll be the best looking one there. I swear.”

“Oh, I already knew that.”

“Okay, okay, big head -”

She swatted his arm, laughing as she ducked out from under him. “Watch it, or I won’t go -”

“I was kidding!” He exclaimed, wrestling with her for a moment before grabbing both her hands and pinning them above her head.

Sophie sucked in a breath, caught off guard. “We are going to be late.”

“We’re already late.” He pointed out, taking a moment to realize the lack of innocence in the position, then slowly smirked. “We could be later. They’re not gonna miss us.”

“Rafe.”

“Sophie.”

“No.”

“You’re positive?”

She just gave him a look, staring him dead in the eyes and willing herself not to react when he leaned down with a grin and kissed the bridge of her nose.

“Please?”

“Fine. The ball or sex right now. You choose.” She raised her eyebrows, arching her back a little on purpose, pressing her hips up against his.

“That’s not fair.” He frowned, immediately shifting his hips away and moving so both his knees were on either side of her instead. “This is blackmail.”

“Your choice.” She reminded him, biting her lip for good measure.

He faltered, sitting back on her thighs and letting go of her wrists. “Soph, it’s - it’s for my mom. I swear. Not for my dad, Rose, anyone else.”

Sophie dropped the teasing act right away, propping herself up on her elbows. “Right, right, sorry. I won’t push it.”

“It’s alright.” He climbed off her, standing, and offered his hands. “Five bucks James makes some joke about us being late because we were having sex.”

“I’m not taking you up on that.” She rolled her eyes, accepting his hand and pulled him into a hug. “Love you long time, Cameron.”

He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Love you too, favorite girl.”

“What do the dresses look like?”

“Uh...white?” Rafe shrugged, tugging on her hand to get her to follow him downstairs. “I dunno. When we go home for Thanksgiving I’ll book you an appointment to get fitted, I think it’s at some bridal shop on the mainland.”

“Sounds expensive.” She muttered, shaking her head.

“It’s…yeah. It’s not cheap.” He admitted, then shrugged as she followed him out the door, starting their walk toward the bars. “I’ll take care of it though. All of it. By the way, have you booked your flight home for Thanksgiving yet?”

“Um...no. I was going to look this week, it’s probably too late now though.”

“Hm.”

“Hm? Why, are you going home?”

Rafe nodded, not looking her in the eye. “Taking the plane.”

“Oh. Of course.”

“The plane...that no one else will be on...and it’s kinda ridiculous for you to waste money and carbon emissions on a separate flight…” He tried convincing her, a small smile playing on his lips as she rolled her eyes.

“You need to learn how carbon emissions work if you’re going to use that as an argument with me.”

“So that’s a no to sex on the plane?”

Sophie stopped in her tracks, confused. “That wasn’t - Rafe, what?”

“You, me, alone on the plane. Sorry, was I not clear enough?”

“I didn’t even say yes -”

“Oh, so you’re going to leave me all by myself on our one-year anniversary -”

She raised her eyebrows, challenging him. “When’s our anniversary, Rafe?”

He raised his back, stopping on the sidewalk to face her. “On my terms or yours? Because if we’re going with mine, it’s Halloween -”

“No, I had to ask you to be my boyfriend, it’s November 18th -”

“That is such an arbitrary thing, Sophie -”

“Hey! Stop stealing my vocabulary.” She interjected, pushing at his chest. “It’s the 18th, because I had to ask you out.”

“Okay. Whatever story makes you happy.” He shrugged, laughing when she shoved at him again. “Come on the plane with me.”

“...Fine. Only because I don’t want to miss our class reunion party on Wednesday night, I’m pretty sure some people still don’t believe we’re together.”

Rafe laughed loud at that, looping his arm around her shoulders and started walking again. “Pretty sure Topper still thinks it’s all an elaborate lie.”

“Does he know that we nearly hooked up in his room last winter break?”

“No.” He grinned. “Are you forgetting that you had to sprint into his bathroom right when I was about to kiss you because of some tequila thing you had?”

She tilted her head slightly. “You’re remembering wrong. That was sophomore year, before we were dating, I barely drank last year...you almost kissed me?”

“What? No, I think...remember, we were arguing over something, then you whispered in my ear to go up to his room and left. I went up a couple minutes later.” He shook his head. “I wasn’t going to make a move, Brooklyn and I were together then.”

Sophie scowled at the mention of Brooklyn. “I must have been hammered, I don’t remember any of this.”

“You wanted me.” He smirked, trailing his fingers along her collarbone. “One might say desperate.”

“No, no. All I remember is waking up in Topper’s bed feeling like shit, I had some crewneck on from your academy.” She ignored the blush creeping up her neck.

“How do you think you got there and got the sweatshirt?” He frowned. “I took care of you, Sophie. You really don’t remember?”

“I think I blacked out.” She confessed, shaking her head. “You took care of me?”

“Of course I did. Plus, I thought I was about to get some, I would have done anything for you.” He grinned, laughing when she shoved his shoulder. “Really thought that was the night I’d finally win you over.”

“Yeah, well, you can blame Sarah for her heavy pour that night.” She shook her head, smiling fondly. “I really wish I remembered that.”

“I wish you remembered too. Maybe you would have given me a chance before then instead of setting me up with Julia.”

“I - no! She asked to be set up with you, no, I did not instigate that at all.” She defended herself straightaway, cheeks flushing pink. “She said if I wasn’t going to make a move, then she was going to.”

“Sure. Whatever you believe.” He teased, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as they arrived at the bar. “Hey, Soph.”

She rolled her eyes, going to get in the winding line outside until he tugged her wrist back, pulling her to his chest. “What?”

“Thank you. I mean it.”

Sophie softened, smiling as she rose up on her toes to kiss him. “Of course, baby. I’ve got your back.”

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