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Failed Mission
Montague (fortnite) x (fem) reader
-> smut / unsafe sex
-> gun use
->idk shit about guns
->Montague forgot his tripod stand. Maybe your ass would work better
->2k words
(request)
Too bad working for the Society meant going on missions with the most annoying man ever.
Montague.
His french accent: annoying
His outfit: ugly
The way he nitpicks everything: infuriating
He never wanted to listen to You. He never got the right things on the list for the mission. Always forgetting something. Last time he forgot the sticky bombs. Wonder what he will forget this time. It was just a steak out mission.
There was a rumor that The Under Ground would be attacking Lavish Lair today. That’s how you found yourself on top of one of the snowy mountains that surrounded the mansion. Montague right next to you. His supplies are back in the Jeep. The two of you were just watching below. Trying to see if anything suspicious or off was going on.
You both just sat in the snow. You mentally hated it. Back at your mansion there was no snow. You lived closer to Ritzy Rivera. So coldness wasn’t something you cared for. Montague on the other hand? He must be as cold as his heart.
“Wait.. I see something.. I think it’s that Hope girl Valeria talked about.” He got up spraying snow all over. Some of it landed on you, letting out an annoyed groan when you got up. He walked over with his Sniper Rifle.
Here we go.
He loaded it and held up the gun. Until he noticed one thing.
He had the wrong scope. So aiming to hold it up wasn’t going to happen. He shook too much.
Mistake number two.
He didn’t even bring the tripod.
“What now? Did you forget something again?” Your voice was laced with annoyance already.
“Yes, in fact I did. I have the wrong scope.” He looked over at you as he spoke. Eyeing you up and down in thought.
“So? Get the tripod and aim the best you can.” You rolled your eyes as if it was obvious.
“I didn’t bring it.” His voice was lower now. Almost menacing. He was obviously annoyed at you too but he had an idea.
“So what now? I only have my AR that isn’t going to do shit from up here.” You practically yelled at him. He did this too often.
“I’ll tell you what we're gonna do. Get on your knees.” He demanded pointing near the edge of the cliff. “What the hell, why?” You questioned glaring at him.
“Just do it, trust me.” He kept pointing at the spot. He was far too strong to deny. He could just shoot you right now if he wanted too. So you listened and groaned as you let your knees sink into the cold snow. You mentally thought of ways to get him back. Maybe on another mission you could dump cold water on him or-
You were cut out of your thoughts when he shoved you down to the ground completely with his foot. Your face shoved into the snow and your arms slid down.
Your back end was arched up, ass in the air. You spit out snow as you lifted up your head. Using your hand to wipe off the snow. “What the fuck is your idea?” You looked back at him as he got on one knee. Laying the barrel of the sniper on your ass.
“Put your head down or i’ll blow it off.” He warned and watched you slowly lower your head.
“Hurry up.” You groaned. What the fuck kind of idea is this.
Montague on the other hand was having a hard time aiming right. One reason; you were moving too much.
Another?
He was staring at your ass. The position he got you in so easily. You both always got annoyed at each other and got into fights. Yet you both always chose to do missions together despite the hatred. With hatred comes tension. Sometimes the tension feels a little too sexual.
His eyes wandered from the target below to you to the target.
Once he finally focused in he got a good aim. His hand on the trigger ready to blow this Underground agent's head off you moved.
“Fuck!” He yelled pointing the gun's muzzle at your head. “Stop fucking moving.” He growled as he watched you freeze. You knew his dumb ass would never pull the trigger. But it did scare you slightly.
“My bad i’m in the freezing fucking snow with an idiot using my ass as a tripod for his fucking gun!” You yelled not even looking at him. Keeping your face forward as you felt the gun move from your head. It was replaced by his hands gripping your hair. He pulled you back to his chest. He dropped his sniper and leaned into your ear.
“Stop talking back.” His accent slurred most of his words when his voice was this low with anger. His other hand laid on your thigh.
“What are you gonna do if I don’t? Shoot me?” You smirked as him tugging on your hair didn’t make you scared. It makes your mind wander to other things. He was also losing his focus on the mission. His eyes looked down at you, how your lips slightly parted and you looked up at him fully. His hand tangled in your hair.
“No, I might do something else though.” He warned his eyes were half lidded now. The feeling of you pressed to his chest made him feel things he tried to ignore when around you. Now he was letting those feelings go freely.
“What is something else, Montague?” Your voice closed in a whisper as you got to his name. If only you knew how that drove him crazy. He could feel himself hardening. Dick straining against his dress pants.
“You really wanna do this?” His question was almost a whisper as he leaned his head down closer. His stubble looked so much better up closer. His blue and brown eyes looking into yours. The scar made him look menacing despite the blush on his cheeks.
His frosted tipped hair moved with the motion of the icy wind.
“Maybe I do.” Your hand moved on top of his hand that was laying on your thigh still. That gave him the answer he needed.
He closed the gap between you two and let his lips engulf yours. All the feelings of anger, annoyance, and sexual tension went into the kiss. All the times you two argued and got into each other's faces now came to a close. Any time you two argue after this it is surely going to end the same way this mission is going to end.
His hand moved yours off his as he slid it further down to the inside of your thigh. His hand in your hair pulling your head back further. He didn’t really like his angle of kissing. He wanted to grab your face and shove his tongue into your mouth.
Despite that desire he kept you in this position.
You pulled away from him and gasped slightly. He went to lean back in wanting, no needing more of you. He wanted your lips back on his. He actually wanted them all over his body.
“It’s too cold for this.” You sighed, you could feel his hard dick against your ass. Or was it his belt? Either way it was extremely hard.
“Why not?” He practically begged. His voice was still low but it had a desperate array to it. He wanted you now. He didn’t wanna wait.
“Let’s go to the Jeep.. come on. Je veux te baiser.” He cooed in your ear his french accent even more prominent as he spoke in his native tongue. “What does that mean?” You asked, laughing slightly.
He got closer to ear his hot breath tickling your neck.
“I want to fuck you.” His voice was so low and husky you could feel yourself throbbing.
“Then take me to the Jeep.” You whispered back and without a second thought he had lifted you up and was trudging through the snow to the Jeep. You littered his neck with wet sloppy kisses before he laid you down in the back seat. You scooted to the other seat as he crawled in. He leaned up to the passenger seat and grabbed the lever. Shoving it all the way to the front to give himself more room.
He loomed over you and smirked. “I want you on my lap now.” He growled and sat back in the seat. You crawled up to sit on his lap. He spread his legs out a little more. His diamond belt buckle really added to his outfit.
You leaned closer and kissed him. His medallion hitting your chest as you got closer. He kissed back. His plump lips moved with yours in such a needy fashion. He wanted you so badly. He wanted to fuck you so hard you’d forget about any other man who ever pleased you.
He pushed you back and took a breath. You took this pause to unbuckle his belt. Undoing his dress pants and just pulling out his dick from his boxers. You didn’t bother pulling his pants down. You just pushed the flaps of his pants to the side and his belt. He helped you slide off your pants quickly and underwear. He stared at you before leaning his head back against the headrest of the seat.
He grabbed your hips and lifted you over his perked up dick. “You ready?” He asked as he slid one hand down to line himself up with your entrance.
You nodded and slid down on him. You bit your lip holding back your moan. Montague on the other hand? He let his moan echo in the car. He didn’t hold back on the noises. He hadn’t fucked someone in so long.
He was too busy keeping the Society in order. He loved how your pussy tightened around his dick. This feeling was better than any successful heist he had ever been on. Money made him have a happy feeling but this pussy made him want to live.
He wanted to wake up every day knowing he could fuck you when ever you wanted.
He wanted to please you instead of annoy you.
He made a mental note to forget the tripod again.
“Montague..” You let his name slip out of your mouth in a high pitch moan. He grunted and slurred out random words or phrases in french. You didn’t understand them but you assumed they were good.
He held you still by the hips and slammed his dick up in you. Letting his hips go up and down ramming his dick into you. You both let out moans of pleasure. He slid one of his gloved hands down and used his thumb to make slow circle motions around your clit.
“Fuck.. I’m gonna cum..” You squealed as you felt yourself coming undone with each thrush of his dick. He groaned in agreement and grabbed your face with his free hand. Slamming his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. He moaned as he felt you cum on his dick. His motions became sloppy and he moved in and out at different paces. You watched his face scrunch up in pleasure and a low “oh fuck” came out of him before he pulled out and came on his vest.
Good thing he had 500 others.
He looked you in the eyes as you both calmed down from your highs.
“Oscar can defend himself.” He chuckled and pulled you back to him.
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Summary: Draco catches you pleasuring yourself.
Warning: sexual content
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"Good night, Caddel." Draco says as he enters the room opposite of mine.
I enter the guest room and close the door behind me while still trying to process what he just said.
I change into the clothes Draco gave me before I lay down in bed.
My thoughts start drifting away.
I think about the way he held my waist in the shower.
The way he slightly pulled my hair.
The way his fingers lightly brushed my underboob.
The way his hands ran up and down my thigh.
The thought of him being hard while doing that crashes my mind.
I feel a familiar throbbing feeling between my legs that I only Draco was able to give me currently.
As I think about him, my hand unconsciously wanders down between my legs.
I gasp as I feel wetness coming in touch with my fingers.
I start to rub my clit in a slow pace before starting to speed up.
I try to supress my moans but I fail miserably.
I moan as I think about him taking me in the shower. My face pressed against the wall as he fills me up from behind.
My moans get louder.
"Draco" Slips from my lips as I feel myself getting closer to my climax.
"Yes?"
I freeze.
Draco stands in my door while staring at me.
I take my hand out of the Boxershorts in the speed of light.
"What the hell Draco!-Leave!" I say in a stern voice which I use as a facade in order to hide my embarrassment.
"But you called for me, didn't you?" Draco says while smirking.
My facade crumbles as I grow silent.
"Keep going." He suddenly says.
"What?" I ask not able to process his words.
"Look at me and put your hand down between your legs." Draco says as he closes the door behind him and walks closer to the bed.
"But-"
"Amara. Touch yourself for me."
My hornyness wins the control over me and I obey Dracos words.
I look down as I see my hand wander down my body.
"I said look at me, Amara. I want your eyes on me as you touch yourself. I want you to rub your clit for me."
I start to do so and small whimpers leave my mouth which I try to supress.
"Muffliato." Draco uses his wand to charm the room.
"Don't supress your moans, Amara. I want to hear how good you make yourself feel while looking at me."
He looks down at me as if I'm his prey. I feel myself squirming under his eyes.
"You like that, don't you?-Being watched by me as you get yourself off." Draco says as he looks me up and down.
I feel myself getting closer.
My moans start to get louder.
"Draco...p-please..." I manage to moan out.
"Cum for me, Amara."
I do. I look him in the eyes and I moan out loudly.
This was my first orgasm since I've dated Graham. He doesn't really care about making his partner cum as long as he gets to. He says he's the only one who is allowed to touch me so I was too scared to touch myself as soon as Graham was in the same building as me.
"Such a good little slut,huh?"
"We should do that again sometime. Seems like Graham doesn't do a good job at pleasuring you." Draco says as he leans down, grabs my neck gently and whispers the words near my ear.
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Blood of a Servant
Renfield x gn!reader 18+
> kinks: light dom/sub, jk very heavy dom/sub, master/servant, begging, Renfield is a bottom, anal play, fingering male receiving, orgasm denial, etc.
Many thanks to @ashyyslashy for editing and proof reading! Go read their fic rn🔫🔫
Pure smut below the line, warning it’s a lot
Renfield had… messed up.
Why, he should know by now. He has three rules before sundown; One: Always keep their home tidy. Two: Lighting. Vampires may be all knowing, but they cannot see in the dark. Yes, better than a human, but not like a bat.. as some would assume.
And then there’s Number Three. Always have a willing victim. Always have blood.
Tonight, he’d forgotten the most important thing. Rule number Three; His master’s meal. He knew you, he knew you would not be… violent. You were benevolent, unlike Dracula was towards him when he failed at the only job he was strictly tasked to do. But, the disappointment from his new master felt somehow… even worse.
There was a tall tale about a wild pack of wolves in the area, the villagers were scared to go outside after dark. They’d locked themselves up inside, tidy and warm by their fireplaces, burning wood and roasting meat for supper.
What was most annoying was the fact that, as a half vampire, Renfield could enter someone’s home. But the question wasn’t could he enter, rather, would he.
Renfield knew if he broke into a home, stealing someone for his master’s supper, he’d cause more of a panic. And… well… his Master loved this small town. Its people and scenery paired well with your complexion. You did not want to leave. So, Renfield had to be extra careful.
He had a tendency to scare the locals. Being half crazy will do that. Occasionally.
“Renfield? Has the sun set?” Your voice called from beneath a thickly coated coffin.
“Yes, my master. It is safe to come out.”
Upon the sound of stone grinding against stone, Renfield quickly made his way to his master’s engraved holder and easily removed the lid. After shoving the lid away, his master rose from the dark. You stretched your arms out.
Before you could even usher a, “Good night,” Renfield was quick to spill his failures out onto the table.
“I am so sorry, master—you, you see, no one was outside! There are tales of a.. a wolf pack nearby. The villagers were all hiding. I could not fetch one for your feeding… I had to be careful. Master, you like it here and I could not bare with myself if I were the one to make you leave—”
You only stood, stretching your legs as you walked around on the marble floor of the newly taken castle. Renfield was still babbling on, reasons for which he had no blood, all of which caused butterflies to manifest in your stomach. He was sickly. Sickly sweet, to care so much. The fact that he understood that you, his master. appreciated the town, that you cared for its people and only drank from the subdued… you never killed, Renfield seemed pleased.
“Renfield,” You silenced him with a hand, long pointer finger covering his lips in a line. “I have no dinner. That is fine… I can just drink from you.”
At this, Renfield’s eyes widened. “Master… I do not believe… I would not fill you.” You snickered lightly, covering your mouth with a pale hand.
“Oh, Renfield…” You grabbed his face with thin fingers, pushing his jaw upwards, eyes on his throat. “You are correct. It does not fill me. But, you can satiate me come tomorrow. I will not starve with your blood. It is merely a placeholder for the next delivery I receive from you.”
Renfield let out a relieved sigh, before realizing what indeed his master was saying.
“Oh, master,” He closed his eyes tightly, grabbing a fistful of his collar and pulling it down to reveal more pale skin underneath. “I give you my blood. Take as much as you need.” His eyes looked wild, but he closed them as he tilted his head back. He let you take in more of him with your eyes.
“Have I ever told you you have a most beautiful neck?” His eyes opened with surprise at this comment before he felt the prick of fangs enter his skin. The sensation of the bite was enough to have him wince, before it was replaced by some strange, tingly feeling.
He’d only felt this once before. The night that Dracula had bitten him, the night he had become his slave. Though, this felt different. It was not entirely painful. He felt at ease. Perhaps almost… euphoric.
Excitement flooded his veins, eyes rolling back as his master’s tongue darted over the fresh wounds and suckled hungrily. He didn’t realize his pants had grown tight until your thigh slithered between his, pushing him up against the nearest wall.
“M-Master,” He whined quietly. “Please, oh please master…” Their mouth sucked at his skin, drinking up his blood that was dutifully flowing for them and only them. Renfield’s hands found purchase in a black, lace sleep-shirt, pulling at the texture and scrunching it up. Forgetting about the fabric, the two became entangled in their ways.
One enchantingly leeching, the other obsessively whining out pleads and cries of want and need.
“What is it that you need, Renfield?” His Master had spoken between the sucking of his skin, no longer just lapping up the crimson staining his collarbone. You were now leaving bruises, red and purple and blue in this wake of horrid torment.
Renfield had his arms wrapped around your neck, lips spread as a way to speak his master's name with need. “I need.. I need you..” Your thigh twitched against him, causing a long moan to fall from your servant’s lips. “I need release. Please. Can I take them off?” His eyes were too pitiful. You could not, with good conscience, restrain him any longer.
“You’ve been a good pet. Let me.” A hand, previously squeezing Renfield’s thigh, moved to the man’s waist. Unhooking his suspenders, you felt yourself giggle at the silly things. After all these years, he still found suspenders over belts to be the most flattering. “You want to make this hard for you, hm?” Your tongue trailed his throat, unable to restrain your low, guttural sound. “Wearing these strings, confusing my hands of where to go, when all I want is to touch your cock.”
Renfield could only quiver, he could not help the way his body craved his master. He could not contain his feelings, physical pain needing to be relieved by the undoing of his pants. “P-Please, master! I need it. Please, don’t stop. I do not intend on making things harder, please…”
“Hm, what do you need, pet?” A whimper fell from your slave’s lips, feeling as your hand slipped under his trouser’s waistband, holding him in a delicious way.
“Th-that! Oohhh, master—master, please. You know what to do! Do not embarrass me, do not make me say such things!” He whimpered, he cried, desperate to keep his mouth shut. Every small movement against his cock, especially due to him being confined to the fabric of his trousers, sent a wave of embarrassment over him.
It was adorable. The begging he was just not to beg. Though, you were still hungry. Of course, you’d get your fill first. You bit down on Renfield’s throat, harder than before, his cock jerking at the sensation. The pleasing feeling came once again, causing the pathetic man to whine loudly. He felt like a slut, a dirty slut, to be saying such things. To be making such noises.
“I am going to need to hear you say it, Mr. Renfield.” You teased him, reaching further and taking all of him in the palm of your hand. This caused an explicit groan to fall from his lips, halting to a pathetic croak. “I’m going to need to hear what you want me to do.”
“Please touch my cock. Make me cum. Make me cum from your touch and your touch alone! I crave it, I crave you, master! Please! God, help me, please!”
“Oh, my beloved.” They cooed, beginning to stroke his cock up and down. “Yes, good boy. Look at you.” He let out another pathetic whine, happily sighing as he felt he was getting his way. But he was wrong. Closer and closer he felt to his climax, the feeling of his master’s palm enclosing his cock was too good, he felt the buildup too quickly. Pairing that with the feeling of euphoria clouding his thoughts from all the bites, the sucking of his neck, he teetered so close to the edge he almost couldn’t tell he was about to spill any second.
“So good for me. So good for your master… although, you’ve seemed to have gotten one thing wrong.”
Renfield’s eyes widened from their half lidded state, feeling their hand tighten around his cock. That’s it, that’s it! Just, just some more..! He did not care what he’d gotten wrong, he had no idea. All Renfield knew was that you were touching him perfectly.
“Why… there is no God. He’s not going to be able to save you.” Your stroking slowed until your hand retracted from his trousers. He let out a cry, as if wounded, panting desperately in confusion and exhaustion and desperation to cum. Just on the brink, vision painted in black and white.
“No! Master, master no no, no! Please!” Renfield was out of options, he could only cry out and plead, hoping you would take pity on him. “Please finish this! I can’t.. I can’t..!”
Both of your hands grabbed his face, pulling him into a deep and intoxicating kiss. Mainly to shut him up, adorable as he is, you couldn’t listen to his pathetic whining any longer. Tasting his own blood on your tongue caused Renfield to roll his hips, grabbing out with no control. You truly were intoxicating, he couldn’t get enough. You frowned, he was not listening. You must teach him again how to listen.
Then you whistled sharply. Renfield seized, taking back his hands as if he’d been shocked. “But, master… I…”
“Turn around.” His eyes widened once more. Oh, oh benevolent master! He obeyed, turning around to find himself being pushed against an old piano. His neck was still dripping blood, no doubt driving you crazy, but you knew better than to give into the blood lust.
He looked pathetic. You realized… you must give your slave what he needs. Some release, some solace.
“Do what you know how to do, slut.” Renfield moved almost automatically, he unclasped his suspenders and dropped his trousers with the snap of your fingers. Then your fingers, grabbing at his thighs to separate them, touched him softly. The coldness of the piano had Renfield’s cockhead twitching, he softly whimpered in need.
“Please. Please, master, oh please. Make me undone. Finish what you’ve started...” You wet your pointer and middle finger with your tongue and with your other hand, you shoved him closer onto the piano. His face squished hard against the wood as you got down on your knees, and inserted a finger into his hole.
His legs twitched, separating more to the point he looked so pathetic taking your finger so easily. His hands stayed above his head, balling into fists as he struggled against riding back on his master’s fingers.
“Good boy, Renfield. You know better. Let me make you feel perfect, hm? You’ve served me well enough.” Your finger slipped back out, before they slowly inserted back in, two this time. You began thrusting your fingers softly, squelching noises filling the room with the filthy deed. His legs shook, their fingers reaching deep inside.
Then you hit the spot, the spot that made Renfield see stars. Upon finding it, you grinned, running your other hand up his shaking thigh. “That’s it, good boy. Take my fingers like the slut you are. Hmm. Am I touching you just right? Is that why you are shaking like a leaf? Are you gonna cum all over the floor, Mr. Renfield? Are you going to cum with my fingers in your ass?”
“Such dirty words, master.. I—“ He cried out, legs shaking horribly at the feeling of his master touching that one spot again. And your free hand wrapping around and stroking his sensitive cock. Renfield had no idea what he’d done to have you believe such a reward was worthy, but he prayed to a god that didn’t exist that it would happen again.
“Are you close, Renny? Are my fingers touching you so good you can’t stand?” Yes. It was true. All of his weight was being layered into the piano lid, Renfield was unable to keep himself up-right at all.
“Y-Yes master! Ohhh, master. Once, once more—that’s—!”
One more thrust inside one more curl of your fingers, one more stroke to his pink and leaking cock, all had him cumming violently. His legs shook with an intensity, having no control over himself or the way he stood. He might as well have collapsed into himself.
“M-Master! Fuucckk!!” He cried, but the pleasure didn’t stop. His master kept stroking, kept thrusting, kept curling. He felt lost to your touch, entire body shaking from overstimulation when he felt the knot in his belly tie again, all too quickly. “Master please! I can’t take it! I’m, I’m, I—“
He felt his cock twitch again, kicking to spill his seed all over the large, marble floors. He whimpered and cried out to his master, who removed their fingers, yet kept milking his cock for all Renfield was worth.
“Good boy, Renfield. How was that, my meal?”
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Nectar from the giving hands
Summary: Renfield being hand fed and praised finally.
Contents: renfield x reader, reader is renfield’s new vampire master, gender neutral reader, he/him pronounces for reader, writing exercise
Nsfw: dom/sub, master/slave, top!reader, sub renfield, praise kink, neck fetish, no intercourse, blood kink, blood drinking, gentle dom, hand feeding
a/n: first Renfield smutty fic I’ve written whehe! Would love to know what you guys think ~ Also I might or might not write a second part of this one shot *wink wink*
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And his lips met with the ice cold hands, drinking the thick, dark liquid from them. He savored every drop, as it was honey falling from the honeycomb.
It was an electrifying site, seeing the master and his servant in front of the huge fireplace. The sky wore her dark cape over her shoulders outside, wearing her millions of star-jewels on her chest. The moon as her tiara was sitting on her head, illuminating the outside world in a dim yellow light. A quiet stillness rested on that cape coverd day, as the tiara’s light faintly shone through the huge windows of our scene. It was the biggest room of a small mansion in a village, which was in a far secluded area. It was 4 hours away from any form of civilization, surrounded by huge forests and pretty fields.
It was your idea to settle down in a quiet place after centuries of aimlessly roaming in the wide world, and your new familiar more than gladly complied. You learned about his service of Dracula, his fall and the servant’s deep hidden desires and dreams quite fast. He was like an open book in front you, you just had to turn the beautifully written pages and read.
Your approach -you couldn’t quite place the term - as you called it, was different from Dracula’s and other ancient vampires regarding the treatment of their familiars. You despised the handling of ‘inferiors’ even back in the 16th century and you didn’t start to like it now. It was cruel if anything in your eyes. So when you met Renfield and saw what damage serving Dracula across hundreds of years did to him, you swore to care about him the way he deserved. You picked up quickly, that praise, in any amount or form, has a peculiar effect on him.
That was one of the reasons you two were in the biggest room of your mansion, in front of the warm fireplace. You were sitting in the huge, comfortable armchair which was pulled next to the heat so the fire was on your left. And in front of you, between your legs was Renfield on his knees, looking as beautiful as ever drinking from your hands.
Robert Montague Renfield. A handsome man, whose youth has been locked between time, forever frozen in the garden of eternity. His pale cheeks will never lose the faint blush they possess, nor the twinkling will never fade from the beautiful ocean-blue eyes, nor the lips will lose their full redness. His soul has been cracked and crushed countless times during his endless life, yet his golden heart still beats fully between the cages of his chest. Such unearthly beauty inside and out, and Dracula dared to toy with him! The thought left the flames of fury traveling through your dead body every time.
You gently caressed the top of his night-dark hair with your free hand, as you reached the other towards him, replacing the already drank blood. He licked hungrily, slurping the drops that started escaping from your fingers first, cleaning them clean with his tongue.
“That’s it, that’s my good boy. You were hungry weren’t you?” - your quiet voice floated into the room, carrying gentleness and unheard praises.
He was already fidgeting awkwardly since the beginning of the night, hearing your calm voice addressed to him. Since you started the gentle caress on his head, it left pink flowers to form in his cheeks. Now however, hearing the way you called him, the flowers started to bloom and colour his usually pale skin.
“Yes, master.” - he said quietly, suddenly too shy to look up at you.
Robert Montague Renfield.
Always eager to please and serve,
while not expecting anything in return.
So a praise on his work,
leaves him in shock,
blushing and not knowing how to respond.
You adorable little man, tonight I’ll shower you in the admiration you deserve. You thought, as you let your index and middle finger sink into the warm liquid. As you lifted your arm, the blood started to form little vein-like rivers down your straight fingers, along your palm. Renfield looked mesmerized, mouth slightly open and staring at your red covered fingers. His blue irises followed the now formed little veins along the curves of your hand, drinking in their sight. Since you didn’t move, he hesitantly glanced up at you.
“Yes? What’s the problem, Renfield?”
“N-nothing master! I’m sorry!” - shit, you didn’t want to freak him out. Must be more careful with the teasing, you concluded.
His elegant eyebrows frowned in anxious knots, as he tried to curl as small as his tall figure let him.
“You did nothing wrong Robert.” - at the sound of his first name, his head turned towards you, eyes shining with a warm light. You called him Robert! Called him by his first name! And how sweet his name rolled on your tongue, as a peaceful river flowing on rocks. - “ You were staring at my hand, you wanted to do something but hesitated. What did you want to do?”
“I-I just.. I wa-... I don’t know, master.”
“I know when you are lying Robert. Tell me, my little bug. I’m not angry that you want something.” - oh that saccharine voice directed to him again. How he adored everything about you! From your dark, malicious eyes that carried care, to your cold embrace which still felt warm somehow. He bore his baby blue eyes into yours and whispered in a small but hopeful trusting voice - “I .. wanted to-to taste.”
Trusting voice, your mind chirped as your fingers were still frozen in mid air. You knew how difficult it was for Renfield to bond with someone on a deep level, especially trusting, and yet here he was admitting the desire of his heart, looking up at you, waiting.
“You’ve been a very good boy, Robert. And good boys get what they want.” - you purred as you moved your hand to be in front of his face. Ah, how pretty he looked between your legs, his pale skin lighted by his own excitement and the heat from the fireplace. Golden and orange flames framed his figure from the left side, his night-dark hair mirroring their illuminations while his striking blue eyes gleamed.
Your words again! They patted his heart and pulled him closer to you, hugging him warmly. The flames from the fire started to appear on his cheeks as well, spreading across his face and neck. He stole a careful look towards you, silently asking for permission. The second you nodded your approval, his tongue embraced your fingers. He licked along your slender fingers, tasting the blood, not letting any drop escape, then he worked his lips on the side of your palm, collecting and devouring the veins formed there. The more he licked, the more his face started to bear a similar shade of the thick liquid. His breath started to become haggard, and his tongue technique sloppysh.
“That’s my good little Robert, cleaning my hand and not letting the blood go to waste.” - you continued the rain of your praises, while you began caressing his hair. He couldn’t stop the whimper breaking out from the back of his throat, as you carried on with the fondling.
Greedily he took your fingers fully in his mouth, closing them between the slick walls of his chops. He slurped and stroked and tasted, his tongue tangling around both. It didn’t take much time for his head to start bobbing up and down, moaning around your slender fingers and whining for more friction.
He looked so disheveled and pathetic yet extremely lovely. Saliva started dropping from between his pink lips, flowing down his chin and jaw mixing with blood drops there. What a beautiful painting it was on his neck! Colours blending with heated skin and shiny drool, contouring his Adam’s apple and the relentlessly working muscles. He had a pretty neck, slender and pale, showing his purple arteries pulsating under pregamen skin, bearing white marks of old bites.
He appeared to be at peace, safe in the garden of your blood-red roses, a heavenly light shining through him. The tent in his trousers left a vet river down his thighs, smearing it all over his clothes.
You grabbed his inky hair, pulling his head back gently from your fingers. The moan that escaped his lips was so loud that the tiara wearing night sky stopped for a moment to listen.
“You are so good at obeying my orders Robert. I’m so lucky to have you. I know everyone wants a good little servant like you.” - you leaned down to whisper it into his ears and you trailed your cold fingers along the line of them.
He whined adorably while he laid his head on his left thigh, exhausted but blissful after the events of the night. His twinkling, baby-blue irises collided with your dark ones, flaming in the sizzling light of the flames. You read nothing but love in them, being completely open, builded walls long forgotten.
“Thank you master.” - he whispered with a hoarse but happy voice.
You continued patting his black locks, while the flowers of blushes overblownd, leaving their seeds for the future and his breath calmed down. He started to sink into a tranquil dream, pulling his lips into a soft smile. He looked so serene there, so you didn’t stir, just let him sleep while you kept patting his little head and whispering praises over him. It was still a few hours before sunrise, so you stayed there waiting over his dreams.
As the night sky started to take off her star-jewels and her moon-tiara, you lifted the dreaming man into your soft armchair without waking him. You covered him with a warm blanket and left a quill written note for him to find in the morning.
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Ok y'all, so...here's a rough-draft kinda attempt at a fic based on the first part of a prompt by @my-little-wraithlings about Rebbeca and Renfield having sex to get him comfortable with intimacy again and it being awkward. (I might follow up with a part 2 later or I might not. I should probably post this on AO3 sometime too but *shrugs*.) I've never written anything at all smutty before so...here goes nothing. It gets a bit shippy in places because I do like them as more than friends. I'm a die-hard hopeless romantic so I suspect any attempt at smut is gonna end up kinda couplesy from me, especially on a first attempt. That deviates from the prompt a bit but I tried to reel it in more or less.
Rebecca and Robert just stare at one another for a while.
"Right so. What do we...how do we start?" He finally asks.
"I mean you have um...done this before right?"
"Yes. I just..."
They both laugh nervously.
"Yeah, no. I know what you mean."
"Um. I guess we should probably be naked."
"Oh, yes. Right." Robert pulls his sweater over his head and folds it before undressing the rest of the way. He sets everything neatly on the bedside table. Rebecca just lets her clothes fall to the side of the bed haphazardly. Robert picks them up and begins folding them.
Rebecca frowns a little but lets him set them aside. For a guy whose apartment is as chaotic as it is, he can actually be kind of a neat-freak when it comes to making sure everything is in its place. It's probably fine. Everything is probably fine. She sits down on the bed. He's looking at her now. Like he's waiting for something.
"You okay, dude?"
"Yeah. I think so. Why wouldn't I be?"
"I dunno, you're kinda...freezing up on me."
"Right. Yeah. Sorry."
They lie side by side on the bed, facing one another. Rebecca leans forward a little and kisses him. This is so weird. Not bad, but definitely weird. Nice weird? He kisses her back easily, following her lead. His lips are slightly open, like an invitation, so Rebecca flicks her tongue against the inside of his mouth.
The kiss deepens and Rebecca finds herself leaning over him, shifting to be on top of him. She rolls her hips, getting into it. Robert's hands are by his sides. He's barely moving.
Rebecca leans back up, giving him space. "We don't have to do this, if it's too weird or you don't feel like it or whatever. Y'know?
Robert frowns in confusion, "Do...you not want to do this anymore?"
"No I do." Rebecca lets her eyes wander over the man underneath her. "I definitely do."
Robert smiles a little.
"You just seemed...I dunno I mean you don't seem very...into it, I guess. So. Y'know. We could always just watch bad tv and throw popcorn at the screen like normal or whatever."
"I'm fine." Robert assures her.
"Okay so...um...maybe we should take a step back? What...I mean...shit this is awkward. How can this be...less weird?"
"Did I do something wrong?" His voice isn't outwardly quiet or nervous but it's flat and toneless and his eyes are doing the...the fucking thing.
"Shit. Fuck. No, you didn't do anything wrong. That's...the whole point is for you to get comfortable with this stuff so like...what makes you comfortable?"
He sits up and folds his knees close to his chest. He's quiet for a moment. "I don't know. I mean if I knew..."
"Right. Okay. So what should we avoid doing?" Rebecca tries.
"Um...nothing too intense? I mean we still have the pitcher in the fridge if we really need it but I definitely would prefer to avoid that. I guess if this is really about getting me comfortable it'd be best to avoid pain in general...definitely no blood." He's in his own little world at this point, blissfully unaware of the look Rebecca is staring at him with. He's smiling slightly.
"Shit. Okay. Now I think I need a minute." She says when it seems like he's done talking. She takes a few deep breaths. This is...this is raising questions that she doesn't really want answered. She's starting to worry that this is answering questions she doesn't really want answered.
When she's feeling a little more steady she says, "Why don't I try something and you can tell me what you think?"
He nods and leans back again. She maneuvers herself over him and leans down to kiss him again. "Kissing alright?" She double checks.
"Yeah."
She kisses him gently, starting at his mouth and moving down along his jaw, lifting back up and pressing kisses against his chest, running her hands across his body, watching for reactions she can go off of.
Certain motions get a soft smile that definitely seems positive. For example, a wavelike motion pressing their bodies together. She doubles down on that and he whimpers slightly. She's about to ask if it's a good noise or a bad noise (If it's a bad noise she is going to feel so, so guilty about the feelings it's giving her) when he asks, slightly breathlessly "Is it alright if I move too?"
"Yeah" Rebecca nods, "Yeah of course"
They roll against one another and smile, making noises somewhere between panting and nervous or relieved laughter.
They should take it slow, tonight, obviously, not go all the way.
Hesitantly, Rebecca moves her hand down between them and presses against him. The noise he makes is so sudden and wounded that she immediately pulls back. "Still okay?"
"Very." He nods a little. Oh. Okay. She returns her hand to its place and strokes him, it's a long, steady motion, then back up, pressing at a place just beneath the head that draws out more of those not-quite-hurt whimpering sounds.
"Can I?" He asks. She's not sure exactly what he's asking but-
"Yeah." His own hand runs over her body and down between her legs, running his fingers in gentle circles. He finds her clit and her own motions stutter. She forces herself to focus, to not stop moving. His own movements barely waver, even as his breath comes in shorter and shorter gasps, and he's wriggling against the pillows.
Everything is rushing inside her now and Rebecca twitches against him.
He's relentless now, latched on to her reactions and she's not sure how it happens but she's half moved half fallen off of him back beside him. She reaches out for him again but before she can touch him she's lost in a hot sliding rush of sensation.
"Shit" She says when she's more or less recovered and reaches for him again.
He falls back onto the pillows, face contorting as Rebecca returns to the motions. He's...whispering something.
"Still okay?" She checks.
He nods, eyes closed, and Rebecca steadies her grip, setting a slightly faster pace, spreading a bit of precum over him to ease the friction.
She actually sees the way his face completely relaxes and slackens before she feels the warm sticky feeling spurt over her hand.
She lets go and lays down on his chest, listening as his heart-beat returns to normal. He nuzzles against her, hiding his face in the crook of her shoulder and she runs a hand up and down along his back.
"You're so warm," he says, voice content, and soft and reverent and trembling slightly.
Her clean hand combs through his hair. "So...that go okay?"
He nods against her, still snuggled close.
"This is the best, though." He admits.
"What, cuddling?"
Another nod.
"Okay, great. Then let's cuddle the shit out of you."
He laughs softly and she maneuvers them into a slightly more comfortable position.
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Fortune's Wheel
Summary: In another life, things worked out quite differently for the star-crossed lovers. This is that life.
Chapter Summary: A reality check at the mail office inspires Father Laurence to revise his plan for the star crossed lovers.
Pairing: Romeo Montague x Juliet Capulet
Notes: In this story, I've bumped up Juliet's age to 17. Romeo is 18 here.
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The priest scanned the delivery options and speeds with a critical eye. His attention wandered to the clock now and again, conscious of every second that passed. With that acknowledgment of time came reminders of Juliet’s desperate face and the terrible image of her holding the gun up to her head. The knowledge of what she might do if this scheme didn’t come through as it needed to haunted him. Even if he were not invested in the reunion and happiness of these two lovebirds, he needed to save the girl from such a terrible fate. Lord knew what Romeo would do if he were to find out what had happened. They were both so wrapped up in matters of their hearts and loving each other too passionately. It was like watching a wildfire beginning, knowing how much damage it could do if it continued to rage with that temperament. These children needed to cool themselves before they burned everything around them with their love.
Around him, the mailing center was busy and bustling more than usual; it didn’t fill the holy man with much hope about the safety of the letter and the speed in which it was to get to Romeo. Even the options available had their risks. The time frame for this plan to go off properly was so short and plenty of accidents and mishaps happened in the mail room. He sighed and wandered towards the queue. He could at least ask them which was the best service to opt for. Standing here indecisively was only going to delay everything.
Once more he glanced at the clock. In a few hours, Juliet would be taking the potion. The letter needed to be sent immediately if it was going to have its best chance of reaching Romeo in time for him to rescue Juliet from her fake death. As Laurence stepped into the queue, a grumble sounded from his left.
“So yet again, they’ve lost my letter,” a dark-skinned man was saying, gritting his teeth as he walked away from the customer service desk with his wife. “Why do we still use them?” he added, shoving one hand in his pocket. His wife spoke softly into his ear, hanging onto his arm and stroking his bicep soothingly.
“I’m sorry, sir!” The man behind the counter called after the stranger but received no reply.
The priest stared down at his own letter in severe contemplation. Perhaps the situation that he’d just overheard was just a freak incident and not the norm. Maybe his letter would arrive to Romeo without trouble and everything would run smoothly. It was certainly possible but could he really afford to gamble this whole scenario on the chance that the mail would arrive in time? What if this wasn’t the only case today? What if there was a problem with the mail? Would it not be reckless to take that chance with this letter?
He approached the counter himself. Fortunately, there was only one customer ahead of himself and they concluded their business within a minute. As soon as they’d moved away, the holy man bowed his head in a respectful nod as he approached the desk. “Good afternoon,” he said with the thinnest smile. “Is there a service that can guarantee this letter’s arrival by tomorrow morning at the latest?”
The customer agent eyed Laurence and then the letter he carried. “At the moment we’re extremely busy so, while we can guarantee the letter arriving tomorrow, I couldn’t say if it would get there by morning.”
Laurence wet his lips thoughtfully and this eyes widened in hope. “Perhaps the afternoon then?”
“Again, I couldn’t guarantee. We do evening deliveries as well so it might not make it there until then.”
Evening is too late for Juliet. Laurence thought irritably. “Thank you for your help,” he told the young man politely. “I’ll deliver it myself, I think. I can spare the time.”
With that, he left the desk and strode towards the exit. The letter would have to be delivered in person, that much was painfully obvious. Romeo needed to be in the church by ten o’clock tomorrow night. It would be too late to wait for him to receive the letter then.
Despite what the priest had just declared, he didn’t have the time to drive to Mantua and fetch Romeo. But maybe someone else could. He might have just the person in mind.
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It made the most sense, the priest thought, to only involve someone who knew about the secret marriage. Juliet’s nurse was out of the question. It would look strange for him to suddenly call on her so late at night and it would definitely be too strange to ask her to travel to Mantua to deliver a message to Romeo. It would raise too much suspicion and questions, and, at any rate, she was needed by Juliet’s side. So then that left Romeo’s cousin Balthasar who had also witnessed the ceremony. Balthasar was a far better candidate for such a task since he was generally overlooked by people and didn’t draw a great deal of attention to himself. As the closest person to Romeo and an assistant in smuggling him out of the city, Balthasar was the ideal envoy, upon consideration.
Finding the boy was the biggest obstacle to this stage of the plan and it would involve more deception which, in all honesty, the priest was not so happy about. But, in this case, the deception could save two lives if not more and bring about the possibility of an end to this feud between the two families. When you looked at it from that bigger picture, as God must surely do, then surely this was a needs must situation?
Laurence drove over to the Montague estate at once. The sandstone of the manor shone golden under the warmth of the sunlight. Laurence walked under tall archways into a spacious courtyard. In the heart of the courtyard, a fountain rose up depicting four men back to back, swords extended in different directions; the four Montague brothers who had started the family business over 500 years ago. The rim of the fountain was engraved with some of the most famous of descendants since then. Three quarters of the rim had been filled in with these names. As the priest looked down at them, he wondered if there was any possibility that Romeo could have his name down there one day. Perhaps the Montague who healed the rivalry with the Capulet. If that wasn’t something to be recognized for then this world was a sadder place than the holy man imagined.
He continued past the fountain and ascended the stairway towards the main entryway into the house. Once invited inside, he inquired about Balthasar and whether he was free to assist with some manual work at the church for some coins. As the youth was often being denied an extension to his allowance by his family, the offer was welcomed immediately by the young man himself as well as his relatives. There were no arguments as the priest led the young man away from the house.
“Is everything okay? Is it Romeo?” Balthasar asked as soon as they were out of earshot of the building. “Have you any news?”
“Not about Romeo,” Laurence explained, taking the boy’s elbow. “But we have a new situation to contend with.”
Balthasar whitened and gestured to the park across the road from where they stood. “This is a quiet place to talk, Father,” he murmured.
They walked into the park and settled themselves on a secluded bench behind a cluster of trees. There were few people around and no one paid much attention to the holy man and the young man sat in secretive talk beneath the shadows of said trees.
“What’s the matter?” Balthasar questioned, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. Although he was shorter than Romeo and had a little more of a feeble look about him when it came to his build, priest Laurence could see the same eagerness and brightness in his eyes that his older cousin showed of late especially when it came to Juliet and their marriage. Like Romeo, Balthasar had been very much untouched by the majority of the rivalry between the two families. Unlike Romeo, however, Balthasar still flew under the radar, behind the more enthusiastic players in this blood feud.
Laurence glanced around them one more time to ensure there were no eavesdroppers and then he began to tell Balthasar the situation. “The Capulets want Juliet to marry Paris tomorrow morning. The girl has gotten herself quite agitated and upset over it.”
“As she should,” Balthasar’s brows knitted so tightly that his face seemed to age with the wrinkles in his forehead, “after all, she already has a husband who is very much alive.”
“Yes but of course the Capulets do not know that,” Laurence reminded him. “God only knows what they would say if they knew that their daughter had married their enemy.”
“They’re going to have to find out now, aren’t they? If she marries again, she’ll be committing bigamy,” Balthasar spoke in hushed tones.
“While that’s true, that’s not the most concerning part of all this. Juliet is refusing to marry Paris, without giving her reasons why and now her family are furious. They are threatening to disown her if she does not obey. If she refuses to marry Paris on Thursday then they will kick her out of the home and the family.”
“Oh Jesus,” Balthasar ran his hands over his face. “Curse this feud. Curse our families. This has already gone too far. They cannot see the line they have crossed anymore. It’s too far from them now,” he lamented.
Laurence placed a hand on the young man’s shoulders. “We can lament the families’ pride and ignorance later. We must help Juliet now. If her parents kick her out, where can she go? I have a spare room but that will not stop the Capulets coming after her and badgering the girl into submission, despite their claims of disinheriting her.”
“She cannot come and stay with us. That’s like throwing her into a nest of snakes that are just as deadly as her own family. Benvolio would be a gentleman, I am sure, but the rest would not care to give her shelter,” Balthasar mused.
“Exactly. Her options are limited although she and I have begun a plan. Though it is as desperate as it is dangerous.” priest Laurence answered.
Balthasar fixed him with a confused look. “What plan is this?”
The priest bowed his head. “Juliet came to speak to me about the plan to marry her to Paris. She was extremely distressed and panicking. She brought a gun with her to church.”
“A gun?!” Balthasar exclaimed. “Where the devil did she get…?” He instantly began to cringe. “I expect she got it from Tybalt’s quarters or such like. The Capulets have their means, after all.” He shook his head. “What did she intend to do with it? Shoot Paris? Is she so desperate?”
“Paris was not the intended target for her,” Laurence whispered. “She threatened to kill herself before anyone could make her marry Paris.”
Balthasar covered his mouth with one hand and turned away. “God, how have we ended up in this situation where that could even be considered? How have things got like this?”
“Calm yourself, Balthasar,” the priest urged him. “Her desperation gave way to a better idea, from my mind.” As the young man returned his attention to him, Laurence continued. “There is an extract from one of the plants I work with. It can mimic death for 24 hours and in 24 hours, things can change for the better.”
“How does her faking her death make this any better?”
“Because it frees her from the Capulets’ plot to marry her off and it can resolve her separation from Romeo at the same time.”
Laurence watched the realization dawn over Balthasar’s face. A smile began to grow like a sunflower stretching up towards light and hope gleamed in the same promising eyes as his cousin. The young man straightened up and gave an understanding nod. “Romeo can come back and take her away with him to Mantua.”
“Yes,” Laurence confirmed. “They can wait it out there until we can resolve things with Captain Prince. As for the Capulets, well they will either come round to the marriage once it goes public or they will leave her for good. They cannot undo what has been done before God. If we can pull this off tonight, Balthasar, those lovebirds will be free and there may be hope to end this bloody feud at some point too.”
“I hope so,” Balthasar leaned back on the bench and ran his fingers over his mouth. “It’s uneasy to live in a city where you feel like you might get picked off by your enemy at any moment. Yet it seems too good to be true to imagine it all ending.”
“We can make it become more of a possibility,” the priest assured him. “But first you must go to Romeo and explain the situation. Juliet is going to take the concoction before bed tonight. You must get Romeo back here by tomorrow night. Ring me once you’re there and I will have an update.”
Balthasar gave it some thought. “I’ll leave this afternoon and spend the night there.”
“Make sure that you have a strong alibi,” the priest remarked. “I’m sure the Prince’s forces are expecting Romeo to smuggle himself back into the city. We must be prepared for that and to make a plan around that if we have to.”
Balthasar frowned. “That could throw a mighty spanner in what we’re trying to do, Father.”
“I know, my boy.” Laurence patted the boy’s shoulder. “We’re going to have to be very careful and stay in contact as much as we can. We have to be ready to smuggle both Romeo and Juliet out of the city tomorrow night too.”
“Perhaps we can get Benvolio involved,” Balthasar suggested. “He loves Romeo. I’m sure he’d do anything to help him.”
“Hang fire on that for now,” Laurence advised, “at least until the plan is underway. If he doesn’t help then we need to give him as little time as possible to cause any trouble he may do so. We need to be able to proceed with the plan.”
Once again, Balthasar nodded although he was still frowning. “We’re not going to have much time to try and get him on board, are we?”
“No,” Laurence agreed. “But he’s not a vital part of the plan. As soon as Romeo has retrieved Juliet then we may need to lay low a while. In which case, you can appeal to Benvolio for assistance. Until we get those two ready to go, it doesn’t matter if Benvolio will help us or not.”
“Good point.”
Laurence stood up. “Take this letter,” he said and held out the paper which Balthasar took as he rose to his own feet. “Make up a believable story for your family to explain your absence. No!” He suddenly held up a finger. “Tell them that I have you running an errand to collect some artifacts for the church. It’ll be a long trip so you won’t be back for at least a day or so. You can stay with me until the time is acceptable for you to return.”
“Okay, got it,” Balthasar agreed, the relief evident on his face that he wouldn’t need to conjure the lie himself. And really, part of it wasn’t a lie. He was helping the priest with an errand, after all. It just wasn’t an artifact that he was going to retrieve.
He tucked the letter safely away in his jacket pocket and so he and Laurence began their journey out of the park, rejoining the main pathway as they did.
“Good luck,” the priest told him once they had left the park. “Do what you can to keep Romeo calm until tomorrow night.”
He was met with a grim smile as Balthasar contemplated the emotional state his cousin would be in once he learned what was happening and what Juliet was going to do.
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The drive out to Mantua gave Balthasar plenty of thinking time. He thought about this long feud between the Montagues and the Capulets and how many people of both families had met their end in the bloody battles and the dirty tricks both families had pulled in each other’s business dealings. He thought about how the fates had aligned to make a child of both families fall in love with each other. His thoughts turned to the dead and innocent Mercutio and the bloodthirsty Tybalt who would have nothing but vengeance. Blood was running through the streets of Verona and there was only so much the civilians could take regarding this feud. Captain Prince and everybody else was heartily sick of the situation.
I can’t blame them, Balthasar reflected as he drove past the boundary line of the city of Mantua. He found himself breathing easier as he did. He was in safe territory now. Away from the vengeful, bloodthirsty eyes of the Capulets and away from the domineering drive of the Montagues. Here, he was just Balthasar and he was on his way to visit his cousin. There was nothing complicated or fearful about that. This was a place where Romeo could start again, and Juliet too.
The lodgings that had been provided for Romeo was a small caravan on the edge of the city. As Balthasar left the cool shade of the city shadows behind him, he felt the sunlight roasting him through his windscreen, blinding him with its light. He grabbed for his sunglasses and pushed them over his face. Instantly his view improved and he began to glimpse the caravans dotted around the open space.
He turned the car towards Romeo’s caravan and smiled when he spotted the young man sitting in the doorway. Pulling up outside the caravan, he watched his cousin look up.
Romeo tossed a cigarette to the ground, a smile breaking out when he recognized his cousin getting out of the car. He hurried forward to wrap Balthasar in a warm embrace.
“Am I glad to see you, cousin!” he exclaimed into the hug. “Have you got news already?” he asked, pulling back at once to look into Balthasar’s face.
Balthasar fixed his most calming smile onto his face. “Nothing about your punishment yet.” He told his cousin and stepped into the shade offered by the small awning hanging off the caravan. The cooling shadows soothed the burning feeling on his cheeks.
Romeo stepped into them with him. “But something is going on?”
Balthasar nodded his head, maintaining his smile. He had expected Romeo’s impatience given that his cousin was separated from his true love. Though how his cousin could be so certain of that love after knowing his wife less than a week, Balthasar did not know. He expected that the certainty came with the feelings themselves. Perhaps he would know it if it happened to him. Although hopefully his own love life would not be nearly so complicated.
“Laurence has explained it all in this letter to you. He’s much more eloquent and I am still digesting it all myself,” Balthasar admitted as he took out the letter and handed it to Romeo. He stepped closer to his cousin and stared down at the words written by the priest.
Dear Romeo,
I hope that you are settled in a safe place for the time being. I write to you because a need has arisen to reunite you with Juliet sooner rather than later. The Capulets are pressuring her to marry Paris, the Governor’s son. She has refused and has enraged her father who is threatening to disown her. Despite his threats, she and I both share the belief that her family will not let her go so easily and will bully her into this marriage. The distress that your wife has endured is immense, on top of everything else that has happened recently. She came to me and begged for my assistance otherwise she would take her own life.
“Juliet, take her own life?!” Romeo’s head snapped around to look at Balthasar. One of his hands grabbed onto the smaller man’s shirt roughly. “She needs to be stopped. She needs to be watched!” Grief and horror battled their way across Romeo’s features and his eyes flashed wildly. “There must be another solution. I cannot lose her to death!” he began to lower the paper as his eyes immediately focused on Balthasar’s car. “We need to stop her.”
He began to make for the car but Balthasar, instinct kicking in, instantly stepped in the way and pushed his cousin back with a strength he didn’t expect himself to have. Romeo stumbled back, gritting his teeth and shooting Balthasar a death glare.
“You’ll try and stop me? Really?!” he scoffed, charging towards him.
Balthasar grabbed hold of his shirt but this time Romeo grabbed his wrists and resisted him, pushing back against his cousin so that Balthasar stumbled back.
“For the love of god, finish the letter!” Balthasar yelled as Romeo pushed past him and went to the car. “Juliet’s not going to kill herself anymore!”
Romeo stopped by the car door, with one hand, his chest heaving with the weight of his passion. Balthasar strode over to him and took his arm only for Romeo to throw his hand off and open the door. “You think I can stay still after reading this?!” he snarled at his cousin.
Balthasar huffed, his usually mild-temper rising up in the face of this difficulty. “What’s one more minute to spare to read a letter and learn that Juliet is not going to leave you?!” As he spoke, he pointed to the fallen letter and then leaned down and snatched it up. “Father Laurence wants you to know all of the truth. Not just half the letter. Read the full truth.”
Romeo frowned at him, suspicion deep in his eyes, as he glared over the open car door. Balthasar stepped closer to him, trying to cool his own annoyance in his face.
“Just spare a minute, cousin. Please.”
He held out the letter and Romeo took it at last, returning his gaze to the letters on the sheet.
I have offered a solution which may bring about happier times for you both and will prevent the young lady from taking such an irreversible path. You know of my work with plants. There is a special liquid produced from one which creates the illusion of death but simply puts the drinker into a deep sleep. Juliet will take this draught and sleep for the next 24 hours. During which time her family will believe she has died. When they inevitably call me to their home, I will arrange for her to be laid in church in state. Tomorrow night, when the potion’s work is up, you need to have returned to Verona ready to take Juliet with you. No one will chase Juliet if they believe she is dead and you can live in safety outside the city.
I will keep doing what I can with Captain Prince but it may be safer for you to stay away forever if the Capulets discover your marriage, Juliet’s survival and do not come to reason. You are led by hot, potent emotions but for a plan such as this, you need to temper them with common sense and follow my instructions. Otherwise you will be captured and executed and then, I fear, nothing will stop your wife from following you into death.
Keep Balthasar with you tonight. Tomorrow I will confirm when Juliet is in my care and when it will be safe to retrieve her.
Yours sincerely,
Laurence
Romeo stepped backwards away from the car, breathless from the strange read and his previous exertion. “This is dangerous work. What is Juliet doing? Why did she not just run away?” His attention snapped to Balthasar. “You could have brought her here tonight!”
“I know!” His cousin agreed. “But then the Capulets would have been chasing her.”
Romeo ran a hand through his hair in agitation. “What if the potion goes wrong? What if she dies for real? This isn’t like being given medicine by a doctor. This is… this taking drugs!” he exclaimed. “She’s gambling with her life.”
“And you’ve never gambled like that. You’ve never taken drugs.” Balthasar countered. He sighed and walked towards his cousin, taking his biceps in his hands. This time he tightened his grip to make it difficult if Romeo tried to shrug him off again. “The pair of you have been gambling this whole time. Marrying a Capulet and in secret? Going after Tybalt and killing him? You’re lucky not to be murdered or executed right now.”
“I know I’m a fool. Everything I’ve done lately has been foolish…” Romeo argued, “except marrying Juliet. She is the only sense in everything I’ve been doing.”
“All the more reason to keep your head now,” Balthasar reminded him. “If done right, you could have your wife with you tomorrow night and both of you can escape.”
“I hear you!” Romeo snapped back. He pushed at Balthasar’s hands and sighed. “Unhand me. I’m not going anywhere.”
Balthasar hesitated before withdrawing his hands. Romeo walked around him, back toward the doorway of the caravan and so Balthasar followed him and leaned against the caravan while his cousin sank back onto his previous perch. For a minute or two, neither of them spoke. The world blazed cold with afternoon sunlight and Balthasar’s thoughts turned towards the approach of night when Juliet would take the potion and prepare for her strange sleep.
“I don’t like any of this.” Romeo declared. “I hate that Juliet is putting herself in danger to be with me.”
“Didn’t you put yourself in danger to be with her?” Balthasar remarked. “Staying over at her place hours after you were banished?”
Romeo bowed his head but the corner of his lips tugged up. “Is that your job today? To point out my hypocrisy?”
“I’m just saying you have no room to talk,” Balthasar smiled and crouched down so that he was looking up at his cousin. “Try not to focus on the risks, cousin. Do you really think that Laurence would have recommended this if it was that dangerous to do?”
Romeo seemed to slump even more. “Even the wisest people can make mistakes, Bal,” he murmured, directing the sadness from his eyes into Balthasar’s own.
Balthasar slumped a little himself under the weight of his cousin’s anxious and sad gaze. “That’s true. But he was talking Juliet down from killing herself. If this concoction is that unpredictable and he was still willing to use it then he may as well have let her pull the trigger. There must be some safety to it if he’s this adamant about the plan.”
“I want to believe that,” Romeo lamented. “I do. It’s just that he could still be wrong.”
“But if he hadn’t offered anything then Juliet would be dead right now.”
Romeo dropped his head into his hands and growled like a wounded animal. “God dammit, Juliet! I would never want her harmed especially not by her own hand. This is too fucking risky.” His fingers tangled in his blond locks, twisting the fine hairs in growing agitation. “I should have just taken her with me. I should have just fucking taken her then.”
“It was too dangerous. You knew that. You couldn’t predict what her parents would do. You couldn’t have seen any of this.” Balthasar placed a hand on Romeo’s arm. “You did what you knew was right at the time. Things just… they just turned so quickly.”
“What if they catch me, Bal? What if they catch you smuggling me back into the city? Where will that leave Juliet then? They’ll just force her to marry Paris then. Or worse, she’ll kill herself. What if I lose her anyway?”
Balthasar’s hand on his cousin’s arm quickly turned into a light shake. “Don’t go there. We’re not going to let any of that happen. We’re gonna follow the plan. We’re not gonna lose our heads, okay?” He spoke with a voice firmer than he felt but right now his cousin needed to hear it. “We’re gonna wait for Laurence to confirm that he has Juliet and then we’re gonna go and get her okay?”
Romeo tensed under his grip and Balthasar feared that he was about to throw him off again. His hands fisted and Balthasar half-expected that a punch may be thrown. Instead Romeo’s shoulders hunched and his eyes squeezed shut as he inhaled harshly once and then twice. The restraint that locked his body was becoming more and more evident. Balthasar searched his mind for anything that might distract his cousin or at least focus his inclination to rebel on something else. Maybe something that could be productive or useful even.
“We need to plan your return carefully,” he told Romeo thoughtfully. “You’re right in that they could catch us sneaking you in. Maybe there’s a way we could go undetected. I could steal another car if they know mine well enough.”
Romeo lifted his head only a fraction. “That would just buy us trouble later. If it gets reported early enough, they could catch us while we’re on our way in or out. We can’t draw attention to ourselves.” He lowered his hands from his face.
“Should I have asked Benvolio for help?” Balthasar wondered, remembering his earlier suggestion to Laurence.
His cousin shook his head. “No. Benvolio is too well-known in the recent street fights. He’d be just as suspected as you.”
“There’s no one else we can ask?”
“Laurence is the only one who I can trust with this,” Romeo answered solemnly, “and he is flying under the radar at the moment. He is already involved in this.”
Both young men fell silent again and as they did, Balthasar felt the spark of an idea ignite within him. Small and maybe a dangerous spark. A spark that could cause a fire for more than just the Montague boys. A danger that could light up the priest’s life as well. But if it worked. If the theory proved to work well in reality then it could buy them time, enough time to pull this off.
“Romeo…” Balthasar muttered after a moment or two, “I might just have an idea about that. But we’d be playing a crazy game.”
Romeo lifted his eyebrows and a huff of sarcastic laughter burst from him. “We’re already playing a crazy game, Bal. What exactly did you have in mind now?”
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> Montague (Fortnite) x Nolan Chance (Fortnite lmfaooo)
>> Smut / Masturbation & Groping, Gender Bent, Alt Universe
>>> 2k Words
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“ … So… You’re a woman?”, Montague asked confusingly.
Chance sat in the office sofa, quietly, trying to gather is thoughts in one simple explanation.
For what had happen, she woke up from her sleep. Everything seemed normal though she was experiencing a bit of back pain as well as her night shirt not fitting appropriately.
She seemed unbothered up until she saw herself in the reflection to find her appearance had changed as a woman.
Filled with confusion, she thought her boyfriend would understand the problem but Montague was just as confused as she was.
Using her hands, she did the best to respond calmly, “ Aah- Yes..?”
Montague’s eyebrow raised in suspicion, “ How did you not notice when you first woke up?”
“ I was sort of in a daze, Monty… I thought the back problem was from a bad sleeping posture.”
“ Yeah, but you didn’t feel your hands touching your tits while you were sleeping?”
Nolan shut her mouth to not speak anymore. Not knowing what to say, she gave off a confused nod while raising her shoulders alongside.
Montague sighed exhaustingly. Never in his 42 years of living would he experience his lover turn to the opposite sex. But, maybe he could handle it… somehow.
The French sat down on his office chair, placing his right hand on his forehead, understanding the severity of the issue. Rubbing from an unknown headache.
Meanwhile, Nolan sat in disappointment that she put her lover in this situation. Thinking its best to call it quits in their relationship since it seemed like the best solution to something like this.
But, she scraped the plan & maybe what they both needed was a little reassurance.
Chance held Montague’s untaken hand, causing the man to cut off his day dreaming & look above to view his lover in face. Despite being a woman, he still saw the same silly & ambitious person he fell for when Nolan started working for him. The love he had for her didn’t go away.
Montague took out his other hand to embracingly hold onto their hands.
Soothingly petting, it felt out of touch from Montague’s perspective. Chance’s hands felt smaller & smooth than the usual semi-rough touch.
Nolan needed to speak. Though felt held back, watching her beloved observe her hands.
“ I know this is a huge change. But…”, she spoke softly.
Montague looked above, no longer paying attention to how petite his new lover looked. His heterochromia eyes filled with anticipation, giving Nolan some sort of confidence to continue.
“ But, we can get through this. This might be temporary… Or not, I’m unsure. What I need now is you.”
Chance felt her voice quiver in fear. Not understanding how her lover would react or not. Seems to be going well since he isn’t retaliating.
“ I need you here with me. I’m as confused as you are, but what matters is if you’ll always be here for me. During my worst..”
She looked down on her teal pants, rubbing in between her thighs, still holding onto Montague.
About a minute or two has passed, Chance felt her hands tighten up. Her direction immediately changed as she looked into the French guy’s face.
His face lit up as, removing one of his hands to gently brush off Chance’s frosted tips to get a better view of her face… Leaving with a gentle soothe in the face. It felt comforting.
Clearing his voice, “ Don’t worry. I’m not leaving you. Never.”
Montague’s thumb gently touched Nolan’s lips. Slowly massaging, feeling his lover breath in his smell despite coming from his hand.
“ Mmm… Thank you, Montague.”
He continued shifting his hand to fondling with his lover’s new hairstyle. Playing around & touching her chopped frosted tips. Nolan felt her body increase, leaving her thighs to continue rubbing each other… It felt weird not having her cock fully erected but something wet down caused for alarm.
Nolan wasn’t sure how to tell Montague that she’s feeling a bit aroused. Questioning if her love would like to view her nude body.
Suddenly it felt like he read her mind, as Montague rose from his chair, breaking physical contact leaving Nolan confused for whats fo come.
Standing, he gave a small smile in admiration, “ Sorry… It’s feeling a bit hot.”
“ Aha.. Yeah it is…”, Chance chuckled awkwardly.
She removed her hands from the desk & leaving them in her lap. Feeling her heart in her head, as she peered to view her beloved walking around the desk & to her direction.
Montague placed both his hands onto her shoulder. Massaging to help her wash away any discomfort… Nolan couldn’t help but let her voice out.
Softly moaning in pleasure, she knew her body felt hotter than before. Refusing to give in the urge to indulge in pleasing herself, Nolan gave in as she guided her right hand down her crotch to twirl it clockwise.
It became visible that her pants were soaked in her love juices. She felt her head was in the sky, moaning aloud in such a lewd manner, meanwhile Montague lowered his hands to remove the bulletproof vest Nolan always wore.
“ You’re really enjoying yourself, huh?”, Montague whispered leaving goosebumps on Nolan.
Trying so hard to grab ahold of reality, “ Eh… It feels weird..”
“ Hmph~ I haven’t done much & it you’re wetter than the ocean.”
“ … Monty…”, sticking out her tongue, not holding back, Montague gave in to this desperate treatment.
Nolan felt her entire mouth being taken as she fiddles herself, imagining how it be like to get cream-pied deep inside her womb. She wants to feel Montague’s size violently thrusting deep inside of her as she please for more. The burning sensation has morphed her into a bitch in heat.
Taking out her lips, all but leaving a thick trail of saliva, Nolan huffed & puffed harshly. Montague looked down on her, carrying a vindictive grin, as his eye direction slowly shifts to Chance’s enlarged breasts peeping out of her teal suit.
Confused, Nolan looked down to see her vest taken off. Feeling like a mess, she couldn’t get her head out of the clouds as her body slowly feels like jelly… Though she felt comfort that she’s now in the hands of his lover.
She felt her cheek being gently brushed, causing her to squeal erotically, she looked above to see the heterochromia individual.
“ I wonder how tight your grip is when we do-“
“ Can we..?”
“ Can we what?”
Nolan looked down in embarrassment, expecting Montague to know what exactly she wanted. Her lover looked below. Tempted to fondle her chest, he began to grip onto Nolan’s shoulders. Still standing behind her, his hands began to flow down where Chance’s tits were.
Anticipation grew more & more, Nolan grew tired of the constant taunting, forcefully guiding the French’s hands onto herself.
Montague smirked from the sudden pace, he knew Nolan was loosing patience but wanted to go further to see where it might take them.
The ugly suit she was wearing became a bother on the older man, massaging her chest made the brunette moan in pleasure, removing a couple of buttons from the first layer, it was revealed that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“ You aren’t wearing a bra?”, he asked confusingly.
Nolan looked above in a straight face, trying to keep her voice in, “ Haah.. Wha… What did you expect- ngahh…”
“ I don’t know- thought your friends would lend you some.”
Cupping both tits, Montague leaned forward, feeling his amulet touch Nolan’s head as he continued fondling them in an erotic manner. Using his olive skinned fingers to stimulate the nipple, growing more needier to feel inside his new lover’s body with every moan he created from his touch.
Nolan began touching herself again, the throbbing motion she felt from her cunt drove her insane, unbuckling her ugly teal pants, revealing her boxers wet in love juices.
She felt her lover from above stare at her sensitive body, feeling the sudden motion of his white button up shirt being fiddled, Chance panicked a bit.
“ Wh- What are you doing, Monty?”, she spoke in a fidgety tone.
He stopped his tracks, opening his lovers shirt to show off the pair of tits. Nolan felt her face burning when she saw them, getting a better feel as Montague placed his fingerless gloved hands on them once again. Massaging, pulling on his nipples to increase his sensitivity as well as slapping them a bit. Nolan moaned from the sudden treatment.
Feeling his amulet hit his lovers hair, “ I thought they would look nice if they were out.”
His left hand lowered its direction to separate Chance’s thighs, giving a small push to get a better look at his lover’s cunt flooding.
Nolan grew impatient, guiding Montague’s hand to her crotch, making first contact to it.
The French man resisted but his lover disagreed. His index & middle made way, slowly creeping inside, meanwhile his other hand grasped on Chance’s boob.
Moving up & down with his fingers, it felt wet & warm… He needed to be inside of her. The constant splashes & lewd noises his lover cried out, made Montague grow anticipated as well. Feeling his lover gently soothe his hand to go deeper, he obliges as they made way inside Nolan.
Chance moaned loudly, loud enough where Montague’s guards could hear from the end, as she raised her child bearing hips from the sofa so her lover could reach in deeper.
Shocked, Montague continued digging deeper, thrusting his fingers in & out as Nolan grasped harder onto his thick winter coat, moaning Montague’s name under her breathe. He was amazed at how badly Nolan wanted to feel, yet what did he expect when the two are clearly dating.
Despite the voice change, the French man didn’t mind knowing it was his lover who’s speaking. He enjoyed how deeply his lover was in. But it seems he’s deep in as well.
Feeling her grip tighten up & voice increasing, Montague slowed down the pace, taking out the wet fingers. Revealing it to Nolan, whom by now is very upset that the treatment had stopped. She stared at the drenched finger.
“ Wh.. Why did you stop..?”, Chance asked as she puffed.
She saw the fingers slowly raise to Montague’s mouth level, taking in the index than the middle in a lewd manner. Licking it very well using his entire mouth, he savored the taste as he took it out to show a small trail of his own saliva. Intertwining in one another.
Placing it down to Chance’s other breast, feeling the massage as she quivered lewdly.
“ You were gonna come. I’m not letting that happen..”
“ You’re very cruel, you know that right?”
Montague chuckled, causing Nolan to startle a bit, yet his gaze remained on the lewd body.
“ We can pretend you don’t like it, mkay~?”
Nolan looked over her shoulder, “ I guess…”
Whimpering, she felt her lover’s index & thumb pinching her nipple. She still felt warm & sensitive down there, & needed a way to relief herself… Wanting it more & more as she bears this treatment. One of the hands was removed, guiding her soft skinned chin to meet Montague’s loving gaze.
They shared a kiss, feeling the love the moment they touched lips. It felt nice to the French the moment his were greeted by the soft & semi-plumped lips his beloved now bear. Nolan had wished for the kissing to continue.
Brushing the long hair off the side, while still cupping, he spoke in a very thick French accent, “ It’s quit a view watching you, in this lewd & irresistible body, still demanding for my cock. My love, in fact.”
The throbbing continued down there, feeling the heart beating deep inside, Nolan felt trapped in this sense of lust. She felt the grip loosen up.
“ I hope you’re ready to be a mom. Because I’m not stopping till I give your ass a set of twins.”
Nolan’s eyes slowly widen, as she looked above to see Montague slowly make his way to the front office door.
Obviously waiting for his future baby momma, Nolan gave in, leaving the office room empty.
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Take Me, I'm Yours
Regina George x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2.7k
Trigger Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, 18+. Fingering (Reader receiving), oral (Regina receiving), use of strap (Reader receiving), nipple play (Regina receiving) power bottom Regina George, passive top Reader, car sex, rough sex.
Request:
Pleasssseemore of Regina George/rene smut
Synopsis:
College!AU where the Reader is in Theatre and she plays Juliet in Romeo and Juliet. Also, Reader is an English major who very playfully and casually quotes dirty things in Shakespeare play and sonnets. Which Regina secretly loves.
Mean Girls requests are open.
Even though Regina was (Y/n)'s girlfriend, Cady and Janis found it surprising when she found herself a seat beside them to watch the school production of 'Romeo and Juliet.' (Y/n) was going to play the lead, Juliet, while her friend, Marco, was to be Romeo. If this was high school, Regina would have refused to show her face at a function such as this, but this was college. Plus, Regina was excited to see (Y/n) perform. She knew just how much (Y/n) loved the work of Shakespeare. She loved it to the point that she would bring it into any conversation they were having if possible.
As the theatre grew dark the curtains lifted revealing a narrator, speaking about fair Verona. Regina leaned close to Cady, who was sitting beside her. "When does Juliet come in?" She questioned softly, trying to keep her voice a whisper. She really wished she could fast-forward all of the parts that (Y/n) wasn't in. She began to wonder if that was rude of her, but she stayed in place, waiting for an answer. After all, she came for one reason, and one reason only, to see the star of this show: her girlfriend.
Cady glanced over at Janis before leaning towards Regina in order to respond. "She's going to enter with her nurse. It'll be a little while. Just sit back and enjoy." Cady told her, gaining a slight side-eye. Still, Regina listened, leaning back in her seat as she tried to understand what they were saying on stage. They were using the old English version. There were a few words and phrases she was catching onto due to (Y/n), and her infinity of saying little Shakespearean phrases whenever she was excited or whenever she wanted to have sex (which was a bit off-putting at first, but Regina found it cute).
"Nurse, where is my daughter? Call her forth to me." Regina sat up slightly, hoping that this would be the scene that was finally revealed (Y/n). She was able to identify the fact that the woman speaking was a Capulet due to her red dress. (Y/n) had explained one night that Capulets wore red while Montagues wore blue. This was so the audience could tell who was who on stage. Right now, Regina just felt incredibly intelligent for knowing this fact and it made her smirk to herself slightly as she awaited (Y/n) to eventually show up.
Just as Cady said, it was the nurse who appeared first, looking frantic. "Now, by my maidenhead at twelve year old, I bade her come.—What, lamb! What, ladybird! God forbid. Where’s this girl? What, Juliet!" She called out, and Regina felt herself grow in excitement. Anytime she attended any of (Y/n)'s performances, she felt like she could barely sit in her seat when she had the feeling (Y/n) was about to appear on stage. She just loved seeing (Y/n) shine, and it was clear that the stage was where (Y/n) belonged. Regina would move to New York so (Y/n) could star on Broadway if (Y/n) asked.
Regina burst into a proud grin as (Y/n) entered the stage, her hair curled as she looked at her nurse. "How now, who calls?" It was her opening line, and now that play that was boring Regina had her hooked. One could argue that it was because (Y/n) was Regina's girlfriend that Regina had a newfound interest in the play, and Regina could not argue against that. She wouldn't dare to. Not when (Y/n) looked so beautiful on the stage. Cady and Janis looked over at Regina, who was now leaning forward, clearly interested. The action made Janis shake her head with a grin as she found Cady's hand and took hold of it.
After the play, Regina left briefly to retrieve the bouquet of roses she had bought from her car. As (Y/n) departed from the back, now wearing leggings and a sweatshirt with their college's name embroidered on the front, she ran into Regina's arms. "Hey, baby," Regina greeted as her arms wrapped around (Y/n). She was careful to not crush the flowers as she pulled away to kiss (Y/n). This action was quickly reciprocated. "You did so good up there. I got these roses for you." Regina said, passing the bouquet over to (Y/n) who lit up over the fact Regina brought her flowers.
"I'm glad you thought so. I was so nervous you wouldn't enjoy the performance. Normally, the school does more of the modern plays, but I suggested a classic. I wanted Hamlet, but this one is just as exciting. And! Thank you for the flowers." (Y/n) felt her cheeks turn red as she rambled on, Regina leading her to the car to drive them back to their apartment. "I'm sorry for rambling, I'm just really excited you enjoyed it."
Regina opened the door for her, kissing her cheek softly. "Don't apologize for rambling, my love. It's cute. And, how could I not enjoy it when you did so fucking fantastic tonight. You're born for the stage." Regina complimented as (Y/n) settled in her seat. She closed the door before heading to the driver's seat. Despite being the obvious bottom, little spoon between the two, she is not the passenger princess. She just enjoyed driving and having a sense of control over what she was doing. Even as a bottom, she commanded (Y/n) what she wanted and how she wanted everything done.
"Can I share something about another Shakespeare play, or are you all Shakespeared out?" She questioned curiously, looking over at Regina, who shook her head in a way to allow (Y/n) to continue. In response, (Y/n) straightened herself up as she cleared her throat. The action caused Regina to eye her suspiciously knowing some kind of dirty quote might come out of her sweet and almost innocent (if it wasn't for the Shakespeare filth quotes) girlfriend. "In Hamlet, when Ophelia says to him, 'You are keen, my lord, you are keen.' She meant that he was, well, horny. In response, he says, 'It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge.' Regina, I am keen."
A giant smirk twisted the edge of Regina's lips on her usual 'serious driving' face. Looking over for a brief moment, she had to bite down on the ever-growing upturning of her lips. "After seeing you on stage, I am 'keen,' too." She responded, causing (Y/n) to look over with a grin. "Isn't this the part where you say your Hamlet quote to me?" Regina teased as parked in her parking spot, her teeth still tugging at her bottom lip, wishing that it was (Y/n)'s bottom lip they were tugging on instead.
(Y/n) leaned back into her spot, unbuckling so she could turn to Regina more comfortably. "You're right, how rude of me not to respond properly. Regina, 'it would cost you a groaning to take off my edge.'" She said softly before moving the roses to the backseat carefully. Once she faced Regina, and the blonde had unbuckled, Regina's hands were slipped into (Y/n)'s leggings while (Y/n)'s hands were pushed up into Regina's shirt. They've both been here before, ravaging each other in their car as if they couldn't get caught.
Regina was quick in her actions to rub (Y/n)'s clit, wishing the girl was riding her face so she couldn't only feel how wet she was for her, but there was a chance she could taste it, too. However, the moan that had escaped (Y/n)'s lips made her forget her wish as she began to allow two fingers to slip in between the lips of (Y/n)'s pussy, teasing her momentarily. "Please, princess," (Y/n) whined pitifully, and Regina slipped her fingers in at the request. Anything for her future favorite Broadway star, right? The glass slowly began to fog as (Y/n) moaned in pleasure as she successfully unclasped Regina's bra from under her shirt, making Regina's nipples more accessible to her fingers. As (Y/n) cried out in pleasure because of Regina's fingers, Regina herself began to moan as (Y/n)'s fingers pinched and played with her hardened nipples.
It wasn't long before (Y/n) felt herself grow closer to her orgasm. "Regina, please, I'm so close." (Y/n) whimpered as her lips found Regina's the car windows around them were officially fogged. Normally, Regina would make her beg for her orgasm. But tonight was (Y/n)'s night, so anything she wanted, she was going to get. (Y/n) moaned loudly as Regina allowed her to cum on her fingers, the girl arching her back, her legs shaking slightly. A string of curses fell from her lips, but Regina could only focus on how pretty the girl's lips were.
Regina helped (Y/n) ride out her high before removing her fingers and sucking them clean. "Let's go inside, baby. I'll get you all cleaned up and we can watch a movie." Regina said softly as (Y/n)'s breathing became more leveled. She fixed her bra by just removing it from under her shirt, not caring if anyone saw her carry it into her house. Leaning over, she pressed a soft kiss to (Y/n)'s forehead, grabbing the roses from the backseat.
"Or, when we get inside, I can undress you, and eat you out." (Y/n) said, her words unusually bold, her voice still scratchy from her moans. Her chest was still heaving despite her catching her breath, but presumably because she was nervous and starting to breathe quicker once more. She expected Regina to say no because they typically did it in Regina's way. Which (Y/n) usually loved. She still wanted Regina to have control, but for a moment, she wanted to be the bold one. "I need to taste you, princess."
Her words caused a shiver to spread down Regina's spine as she glanced back with a smirk. "Okay, baby, let's do it then. Take me to the bedroom, and eat me out until I can't take it anymore." Regina leaned in, pressing a hungry kiss to (Y/n)'s lips before they pulled away, practically rising to their apartment. Their clothes were scattered on the apartment floor, but the roses were put neatly on the counter. As Regina fell backward onto the bed, she looked up with a smirk. "Take me, I'm yours." She whispered as (Y/n) kissed her deeply. The kiss was messy and their teeth clashed together as their tongues fought for dominance before (Y/n) pulled away.
(Y/n) left wet, bruising kisses down Regina's body, just the way the blonde liked it as she reached Regina's pussy. It wasn't long before (Y/n)'s tongue swirled along Regina's clit as she began to suck. Regina's back arched instinctively as she moaned loudly. When (Y/n) moved to begin eating Regina out as if she was her last meal, her finger took her tongue's place on her clit. "Fuck, baby, just like that." Regina's hands cupped her breasts, needing to do something with her hands as (Y/n)'s tongue swirled in her. Regina felt her heartbeat thrumming in her chest as (Y/n) made her forget her own name for a moment.
As Regina found herself growing closer, her legs began to shake as her moans came out more frequently. Her back arched more as she subconsciously began to grind on (Y/n)'s tongue. She loved the feeling of (Y/n)'s tongue and she knew soon their tastes would mingle when they kissed. "I'm so close, baby," she cried out to (Y/n), her hips stuttering, as she tried to hold herself back, wanting (Y/n) to tell her when to cum. It was the only time Regina relented control. It was something they both liked, holding each other's orgasms captive as they completely took away their ability to think straight.
"Cum for me, princess," (Y/n) instructed. Regina did so, crying out (Y/n)'s name. They forget if they have neighbors or not, but they don't care either. Regina's hips bucked as (Y/n)'s nose briefly hit her sensitive clit as she cleaned up all of Regina. Regina rode out her high on (Y/n)'s tongue, her eyes rolling back as she swore she could see stars. As (Y/n) finished, she kissed Regina deeply. Quickly, Regina reciprocated, mingling the taste of each other and moaning at their perfect concoction.
(Y/n) went to pull away in order to run their usual aftercare bath and to get Regina water, but the blonde stopped her. "No, I'm not done with you. If it's okay with you, I bought something you've been wanting to try." Regina was still shaky but stable enough to retrieve the strap from her nightstand. (Y/n) looked at Regina in shock as she grinned slowly. "I want you to ride me," Regina said, her voice echoing in (Y/n)'s mind.
(Y/n) swallowed thickly before she licked her drying lips. "I want to ride you, too." With the consent given, Regina began putting the harness on before inviting (Y/n) to climb on. (Y/n) grew even more wet as she did so before sliding on. The contact made pushed the harness down into Regina's sensitive clit, causing her to force herself not to buck her hips. (Y/n) moaned loudly as Regina's strap filled her up. "Oh, fuck," she cursed loudly, biting her lip. "Tell me when I can start." Her voice was shaky as she tried to wait, finding it hard as pleasure filled her up.
"You can start, baby," Regina told her before watching in amazement as her girlfriend bounced on the strap, her boobs bouncing with her. She couldn't help but moan, too at the perfect contact it made with her. (Y/n) cried for Regina, feeling like she was on Cloud 9. She was almost ashamed to say that her orgasm was coming much too quickly for her liking. But she continued to ride.
"I'm close, Regina. I'm already so fucking close." (Y/n) felt her body shake and her back arch as she grew closer to the orgasm she desperately tried to hold back. Regina moaned at her words, trying to think straight for a response. Instead, she mustered up a 'not yet' causing (Y/n) to cry out. Regina was desperate to cum with her as the two grew close. Their moans mingled in the air as (Y/n) took all of the length in proudly. She was beginning to wonder if she could resist this orgasm as her eyes screwed closed and her head fell back. Sweat beaded on her forehead before she finally heard Regina say it.
"Cum, baby. I'm cumming with you," Regina told her as she released with (Y/n). Their lips fell together, causing them to swell. (Y/n) stayed for a long moment on the strap as she shook in pleasure, bouncing every now and again to ride out her high. The action caused them both to moan every time. As (Y/n) removed herself, her chest still heaved. Regina kissed her softly before cleaning the strap and putting it away. "You wait here, baby. I'm going to get our bath ready and get us water."
(Y/n) couldn't refuse, her legs wouldn't allow her to walk anyways. Instead, she lay there, attempting to catch her breath as the sound of running water hit her ears and Regina grabbed her a water bottle. "You were amazing," (Y/n) complimented softly, her words barely coming out, her thoughts still trying to become coherent. Regina smiled over at her as they began to drink their water. "I wasn't expecting the strap, but I will say I am very grateful for it. I also liked that it was the one we picked out together." She said, activating one of their aftercare routines: talking about their time. It was important to communicate their feelings about sex.
Regina smiled over at her with a twinkle in her eyes. "I wanted to get it for you since it was opening night and you had been working so hard. I'm so proud of you, my star. And, I liked it, too." Regina pressed a kiss to (Y/n)'s cheek. "Now, let's go get in that bath before it overflows," Regina said with a teasing smile. She helped (Y/n) to the bath where they soaked their bathtub wine in a bath full of bubbles. It was the perfect end to a perfect day for the both of them.
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masterlist
keep an eye on this as i may add new fandoms and/or characters to it in the future!
dc
bruce wayne
nothing here yet…
dick grayson
nothing here yet…
jason todd
nothing here yet…
fortnite
midas
nothing here yet…
montague
nothing here yet…
modern warfare
alejandro vargas
dating headcanons
coming soon…
john ‘soap’ mactavish
dating headcanons
five times they almost got caught (and one time they did) - fluff, suggestive content but nothing graphic
john price
late that night - fluff, can be read platonically
kyle ‘gaz’ garrick
nothing here yet..
simon ‘ghost’ riley
dating headcanons
upcoming: hushed words
resident evil
chris redfield
nothing here yet..
leon s. kennedy
dating - fluff + a small bit of smut
re2 drabble - fluff + a tiny bit of smut
skyrim
brynjolf
nothing here yet..
farkas
nothing here yet..
miraak
nothing here yet..
ondolemar
nothing here yet..
#leon kennedy x reader#resident evil#leon kennedy#call of duty#modern warfare 2#john price x reader#skyrim#chris redfield x reader#miraak x reader#brynjolf x reader#alejandro vargas#alejandro vargas x reader#kyle garrick x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley#john mactavish x reader#john soap mactavish#ondolemar x reader#farkas x reader#miraak#brynjolf#nightwing x reader#dick grayson#red hood#jason todd x reader#batman#batman x reader#fortnite#midas fortnite#montague fortnite
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moni's masterlist ➵ the boyz
✰ - personal favorite | ✧ - audience’s favorite
current works
lee sangyeon
➵ here’s much to do with hate, but more with love ✧
when you land the lead role for your university’s upcoming play, you expect your scene partner to be your best friend, lee hyunjae. but when your eyes discover a different lee beside romeo montague’s, you’re certain that the universe is not on your side. (enemies to lovers, suggestive, university/theater au)
jacob bae
➵ of guitar strings and peeled tangerines (i’ll bruise my fingers just for you) [series masterlist] ✰
when you are unable to continue living in the city, you are forced to move back to the small provincial town you begged to stay away from. but when you come face-to-face with the reliable village co-chief, jacob bae, you learn that your stay won’t be so pleasant after all. (childhood friends to bickering strangers to lovers, angst, explores themes of grief, forgiveness, & childhood trauma)
➵ satin ✰
the pink ribbons that you and your daughter used to dress up jacob now used on you. (smut, fluff)
➵ safe haven (how much longer do we have?) ✰
you can only hope for more tomorrows with jacob. (strangers to lovers, heavy angst with a happy ending, apocalypse au)
➵ somehow, i’ll gather the stars just for you
even in the nights where the stars refuse to show themselves, jacob will round them up just for you. (fluff, hurt/comfort)
➵ with every storm, i have you.
no matter what you may bring, jacob will choose to stay. (angst, fluff, hurt/comfort)
lee hyunjae
➵ here’s much to do with hate, but more with love ✧
when you land the lead role for your university’s upcoming play, you expect your scene partner to be your best friend, lee hyunjae. but when your eyes discover a different lee beside romeo montague’s, you’re certain that the universe is not on your side. (friends to sort-of lovers, suggestive, university/theater au)
lee juyeon
➵ persist and resist (but still, fail)
all it takes is one phone call for you to realize what you could’ve had with juyeon. (angst, almost lovers, inpsired by "the 1" by taylor swift)
ji changmin
➵ of linked arms and bruised hearts (you are the reason i keep on going) [series masterlist] ✰
you and changmin have been best friends since high school, having seen each other at their best and worst. now in your second year of university, you are given the opportunity to work with the unattainable 5th-year you have had a crush on since—jacob bae. with your best friend on the receiving end of your rambles, you could only hope for something to come out of your time working with jacob. that is until changmin decides he wants something more out of his relationship with you. (f2l, slow burn, explores the importance of platonic love)
➵ on the drive home
the three times changmin thought you two would be okay, and the one drive home that made him realize he was wrong. (angst no happy ending, requested, inspired by “on the drive home” by niki)
➵ somebody
you needed somebody to give you what you crave. will you allow changmin to be that for you? (smut, requested, inspired by “somebody” by keshi)
kim sunwoo
➵ familiarity (it's all sticky) ✰
you’re not sure why you decide to show up at your ex’s place all wounded up from tonight’s battle. (exes to sort-of lovers, ghost-spider au, hurt/comfort)
➵ of boundaries and secret glances (i'm lucky to be loved by you) [teaser] [one] [two]
as a well-respected independent producer in the industry, you get requests from different companies for collaborations. when you accept to work on chanhee and sunwoo's unit track for their upcoming album, you are left to your own devices as you work closely with sunwoo. who is to say what can happen over the days? (strangers to lovers, idol au, explores the mistreatment in the kpop industry)
➵ the perfect pair [series masterlist]
being a woman in the esports league is hard, but dealing with cocky kim sunwoo is unmatched. with the valorant champions tour about to commence, you two are forced to team up to retrieve the trophy. what will be tested—team morale or your patience around sunwoo? (enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, smut, esports au, explores misogyny im video games and esports league)
➵ surrender to me ✧
you despise everything about him—detached, shy, a blind follower. if anything, being in the same room as him infuriates you. so how did a leader like you end up in this mess with him? (smut, fuck buddies au)
eric sohn
➵ first to know you, first to love you ✧
all you should care about is graduating with flying colors, so why are you starting to care about your seatmate? (strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, requested, inspired by “valentine” by laufey)
➵ serene (it’s what i hope for me) ✰
you should’ve known that eric wouldn’t be the one. (angst no happy ending, exes au, inspired by “california and me” by laufey)
more coming soon...
wips
lee sangyeon
➵ burning at the center of the universe [coming soon]
you will never be the special companion. no matter how much you long to stay with the doctor, he will always leave as quickly as he came. all you can hope is that you left your mark as much as he did with yours—and you'll never know how much you truly meant to him. (doctor who au [won't be heavy on it!], angst no happy ending)
ji changmin
➵ finger trapped (ripped to its seams) [coming soon]
with an unexpected reunion, you and changmin relive the memories of cheongju—and confront what could’ve been between you two. (almost lovers, angst, based on seasons by wave to earth)
kim sunwoo
➵ untitled [coming soon]
summer to you is meant for everything casual—hookups to short-lived romances. when a new boy shows up at the beach, you are determined to have fun with him. unbeknownst to you, he is set on changing your mind. (s2l, summer love au, ton of suggestive content)
eric sohn
➵ crossing boundaries (i’m already yours) [coming soon]
the five times where the boundaries were blurred with eric and the one time where it became crystal clear. (situationship, fluff, angst)
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okay so listen this is gonna sound crazy but my friend and i came up with this hc where renfield doesn’t like being tied up bc he absolutely hates being restrained like that but he does LOVE when you tell him not to touch you/restrain him with your hands???? is this making sense gsjshmshd it also really turns him on when you threaten to tie him up ((but you would actually never dare)) anyway pretend i was never here and i would love if this gave you any ideas towards writing ((1931 or 2023)) ill send more if i must 😤
I’m not okay— this is delicious. Thank you for this meal. Wow okay— First of all this is so very in character for both and I’d love to hear more of your guys’ takes👀
Renfield likes empty threats! Of course he’d like to feel restricted, but not physically. It makes a lot of sense actually. Plus how hot is it if your partner says you can’t do something rather than forcing you not to do it? Damn!! I will be writing about this!!!! Thank you so much for sending this in!
#renfield#renfield 2023#dracula 1931#robert montague renfield#dracula#nicholas hoult#renfield movie#r.m. renfield#renfield 1931#dwight frye#gimme more pls I’m begging#Renfield smut#aqorreqs
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@brattymum96 , @ouroboros113 , @peaches1958 , @summersong69 , @eldarwen333 , @omgkatinka , @identity2212 , @lucypaulette , @km-ffluv , @kebabgirl67 , @squeezyvalkyrie , @rebelangel1102 , @dopegardensaladhuman , @ilsacharlotte , @josie-packard (if your name has a strikethrough, I couldn't tag you)
also @peachyvulpixie because vampires *smorches*
Pairing: Charles Brandon x Elizabeth Montague (OFC)
WC 2571
Warnings: Smut and vampy elements
Court was busy, as it usually was, with simpering ladies and peacocking lords, all vying for power and prestige, to increase their standing above one another. Deceit, betrayal, rumors and lies. Blackmail and back stabbing. All were traded and dealt in as easily as coin.
You'd think with the centuries he had spent among them, he would have tired of their ceaseless machinations, but you would be wrong.
He loved it.
Henry sat on the throne at the head of court, his newest bride at his side. Charles didn't bother to learn this one's name. She wouldn't last long, if her predecessors were anything to go by. His eyes scanned the crowd, looking at each of the ladies in turn, their marital status not effecting his appraisal of them. A bed warmer, or a meal, perhaps both, was what he was searching for, and he found that his standing as the King's "friend" made Ladies of court much more receptive of his advances. Taking a goblet of wine from a passing tray carried by a servant, he skirted around the dance floor and its spinning bodies, his eyes moving from one to the next like a lion appraising a herd of gazelle, looking for the weakest.
They stopped, falling on a young woman standing next to a very stern faced older woman. Her eyes were down, her hands clasped in front of her, but her shoulders were back, her jaw strong, not the bearing of the meek and timid. Taking a sip of the wine, he moved towards them, his eyes not leaving her.
"Lady Montague." Charles said, "A pleasure. And who is this beautiful flower you have with you?"
"The pleasure is mine, Your Grace." Lady Montague said, "And this is my youngest daughter, Elizabeth. Say hello, Elizabeth."
"Your Grace." She said, giving a curtsy but not raising her eyes from the floor.
"I don't think I've seen you at court before, Elizabeth." Charles pointed out.
"I--"
"Quiet, Elizabeth." Her mother snapped and he saw the way her shoulders tightened. "Pardon us, Your Grace, but this is mine and her father's last effort at finding a good match for her. The other have not gone well. Twenty one summers and still unwed." She clicked her tongue disapprovingly and he watched the muscle in Elizabeth's jaw jump.
"Not gone well?" He asked, "How so?"
"She's a willful child, Your Grace, more interested in horse back riding and sword play, learning of the stars in the heavens than needlework or anything befitting a proper wife." The Lady said, "Shameful. Every match her father and I have made called off the engagement after a single conversation with her. It's maddening."
"It's--"
"I said quiet, Elizabeth."
"I'll marry her." Charles said and he didn't know who was more surprised at the words, himself or Lady Montague.
"Your Grace!" She exclaimed, "I couldn't possibly allow you to--what I mean to say is she's not fit to be the bride of someone of your personage!"
"Lady Montague, you seem to be under the impression that I'm asking." Charles said, "I'm not. I'm telling you that I will marry her." She looked up then and he felt the smile pull at his lips, "There she is, and what beautiful green eyes she has, like emeralds in the sunlight."
"Your Grace, I..."
"Come now, dearest. We are to be wed." Charles said, "You may call me Charles, if it pleases you. Now, I would love to hear about the stars in the heavens, but I suppose it might be easier if we were looking at them. Shall we go to the gardens?" He offered her his arm and there was a moment's hesitation before she slid her arm through his.
"Yes, Your--Charles. I would love to." Those eyes of hers were only for him, but he caught how her mother's mouth opened and closed like a gasping fish as he led her away. He also noticed how it had not missed Henry's attention, as his own gaze was fixed on them, watching as they walked towards the garden doors.
They were married as quickly as possible, her dowry paid, and he got the feeling that her parents were glad to be rid of her and she of them. Henry oversaw the ceremony as his right as King, the priest spouting the flowery words of love, devotion, loyalty, and servitude. Charles hardly heard them, his eyes focused on Elizabeth as she looked gorgeous in her wedding dress. He still responded when necessary as did she, but she couldn't seem to take her eyes from him as well. Their time in the gardens that night had been an enjoyable one, as she told him of the stars, the myths behind the constellations, tracing between the twinkling lights with a fingertip raised in the air. He had kissed her, taking her by surprise, but her eyes had closed as she responded to him. A true response, not the trained response of someone with ulterior motives.
He had almost taken her right there on the ground, and as hidden as they were, no one would have noticed, but he refrained, leaving her with a beautiful flush to her pale cheeks, her lips rosy and kiss bruised.
The reception after the ceremony seemed to drag on for ages and even though he had literally just been married, some Ladies of the court still tried to seduce him, touching him unnecessarily, laughing falsely at some things he said, pressing their breasts against his arm. Elizabeth appeared seemingly out of thin air, giving him a smile, and the women a steely glare with a such a force that they shrank away, pulling him away with her fingers wrapped around his. His new bride was a wolf among sheep, it seemed, and he couldn't be more pleased.
Finally they were allowed to retire after Henry left and Charles swore he held off his departure as long as possible, as if he were trying to delay the inevitable for as long as possible.
He closed the door to his—their—bedchambers behind him, looking at her standing there still in her wedding dress, her veil having been discarded sometime over the course of the night. She trembled slightly as he went to her, reaching up to touch the side of her face gently. Not fear, he got no trace of that from her. Nerves.
“Have you ever been touched by a man before?” He asked gently and there was a moment of hesitation before she shook her head.
“N-No.”
“I'll take care of you, my wife.” He whispered, “And taking care of you will ensure that you take care of me.” She nodded and he leaned into her, his eyes moving over her face before he kissed her, pressing his lips to hers gently. The sound she made at the touch of his lips was almost imperceptible, but it made him groan and he pulled her closer, crushing her against him with an arm around her waist as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth to swirl against her. He didn't need to breathe, but she did, and she gasped as he pulled away, her chest heaving in the corset, that beautiful flush back on her cheeks. His fingers worked on the back ties of her dress and soon it was pooled at her feet in a heap of silk and lace, her petticoats joined it and her fingers curled in his shirt as he pulled her against him again, a shudder racing down his spine at the feel of her without so much fabric between them.
The corset was next and she pulled away from him, turning her back on him as it fell away, shielding her body from him.
“Come now, Liz.” He whispered, his hands laying on her bare shoulders. “I wish to see my bride's beautiful form, is that too much to ask for?”
“N-No, I—”
“You're nervous.” He said, “It's to be expected. As I said, I will take care of you.” He then became very aware of the fact that he was still fully dressed and he fixed that, shedding the numerous layers quickly, leaving them on the floor as he stepped very close behind her, holding her arms and pulling her back against him. Her gentle gasp as his bare chest pressed against her back made him smile and her head tilted to the side slightly as his lips touched her neck. Running his hands down her arms, he gently pulled them from where they had been crossed over her chest before dragging his fingertips back up her stomach. Her breasts filled his palms and she whimpered, her head falling back against his shoulder as he kneaded them gently, rolling the tips between his fingers. “That's it, my dearest, relax and let yourself feel it.”
“Charles...” She breathed and he turned her, taking her in his arms again and kissing her, her arms resting on his shoulders and a shudder ran down his spine as her nails traced through his shorn hair. Bending slightly at the knees, he picked her up in a bridal carry, taking her to the bed and laying her down, moving over her and looking down at her.
“You're so beautiful.” He whispered and pressed his lips to hers, holding the side of her face. He moved down her body, tasting her skin as he went, pulling her small clothes down and off and she was bare beneath him finally. Her small squeak of surprise as he pulled her to the foot of the bed made him chuckle and he heard as her breath caught when he parted her legs, looking down at her.
"What're you---What're you doing?" She asked, propping herself up on her elbows to watch him.
"Don't. Move." He said and pulled a dagger he had from its sheath under the bed.
"Charles?" There was a slight tremor to her voice.
"Relax, my dearest, and you won't be harmed." He said and brought the blade to her mound, running it close to her skin and shaving away the hair covering her womanhood. He kept the blade extremely sharp so there almost no resistance as he worked on her, her breath catching again as his fingers moved her for protection and better angles until there was nothing but a thin layer of stubble left behind. "There." He said, "You'll feel that much more now." A small amount of wetness had gathered from his touches and he ran his fingers through her, the whimper she let out making him smile. "Oh, my dear Elizabeth." Blowing slightly, he blew the shavings from her skin, running his hand over her to brush them onto the blanket folded at the end of the bed before pulling it out from under her, keeping the mess contained and casting it aside. Looking up at her, he watched her swallow heavily and he laid his palms against her inner thighs before dipping his head down and running his tongue along her slightly irritated flesh. Humming, he did it again, this time pressing his tongue between her folds and tasting her fully.
"Oh gods." She breathed and he heard her fall back onto the bed.
"So sweet, my wife." He said and latched his lips onto her, swirling his tongue through her, finding her pearl and sucking it between his lips. Parting her with his fingertips, he flicked his tongue against her, pressing it just inside her before licking up her again, taking her between his lips. Tracing her entrance with a couple fingertips, she gasped as he slid them into her, pumping slowly as he continued to taste her. He felt her fingers move through his hair and he held her hand with his, entwining their fingers and giving her something to hold onto as he pushed her higher and higher.
Her fingers clenched, her back arched, and her name left his lips in a gasp as she came, her soft cries filling the room as waves of pleasure washed over her.
"So good for me." He whispered, pressing soft kisses to her swollen flesh, still pumping his fingers slowly as she fluttered and clenched around them. Pulling his hand from her, he knelt on the bed, moving up her slowly until he was over, seeing her pleading eyes, dark with desire. "My wonderful wife." Pushing his smalls down and off, he took himself in his hand and pumped briefly, coating himself with her before running the wide head over her. "I won't lie to you, it will hurt, but I have prepared you as much as I can so the pain will be bearable." She just nodded. "Hold onto me, dearest." Her arms wrapped around his chest as he aligned them, pressing her into the bed with his weight before starting to push forward. Her breath caught and she tensed at the intrusion. "Breathe, my love, breathe." Her breath left her in a rush and he continued pushing into her.
"Charles..." She whimpered, holding onto him tightly and he pressed his lips to her hair.
"I know, my dearest, it's almost over." He said and soon he bottomed out inside her, pressed inside her to the base and she gasped, gulping in air. "Easy, sweetheart. Easy. I won't move until you tell me." She nodded and he ran his lips over her face, her neck, her shoulders, his hands running over her skin and massaging tensed muscles. Bit by bit she started to relax and she gave a sigh.
"Okay." She said with a nod and he started to move, pushing and pulling slowly. The way she felt, how tightly she gripped him, it made him move faster, looping an arm around her waist and holding her against him as he worked between her legs. Small noises started to leave her lips as he joined them again and again, and he rested his forehead against hers, looking into her eyes.
"Does it still hurt?" He asked but she shook her head.
"Not anymore." She said and he kissed her, holding the side of her face and grunting into her lips. Her legs cinched high around his hips and he buried his face in her neck, panting into her skin. He felt the familiar tugging in his mouth and he ran his tongue along her throat, pulling the vein to the surface. His lips parted and he surged into her just as he bit down, his fangs piercing her skin. The taste of her blood made his head spin and he found himself moving harder, faster, as he pulled from her. Her cries in his ears was almost musical and he felt the moment she released again, her muscles contracting around him so very tightly, massaging and milking him. Pulling away from her throat, he licked the last traces of her from his lips and her skin, his eyes rolling back as she continued to pulse around him, pushing him over the edge. He joined them roughly, pressing them together so tightly he wasn't sure where he ended and she began as he spilled inside her, filling her.
She panted in his ear, her heart thundering against his chest as he pulled back only much as to look down at her.
"My dear Elizabeth." He whispered and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her deeply and holding her tight against him.
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A Nest of Vipers Ch3. (Cormac McLaggen x Original Female Character - Slytherin)
Rating: Explicit 18+
Word Count: 6.5K
Warnings / Tags: Smut, Oral Sex (F receiving), Secret Relationship
Summary: Cormac McLaggen has some useful information that Una Montague is very grateful for.
A/N: My neck, my back...
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Chapter 3: Service
The bell rang, signalling the end of Potions. Una looked at Sabine and Meredith. Professor Slughorn was in a very pleasant mood after she’d performed well in class today but nerves still twisted in her stomach.
“You’ve got this,” said Sabine confidently and extended her pinky finger. Meredith leaned across the desk behind them and the three of them squeezed their pinkies together. “You know how to get what you want. So do it.”
Una nodded. “I’ll meet you in the Great Hall.”
She braced herself, getting ready to ask her favour of Professor Slughorn. Careful flattery of the people who mattered was right in her wheelhouse but when it came to her brother Graham, her fierce protectiveness made her feel like the stakes were incredibly high.
Cormac McLaggen, who usually ignored her in this particular lesson due to her proximity to the rest of the so-called ‘Vipers’, glanced at her suspiciously as he exited the classroom. Una didn’t acknowledge him. She didn’t need Cormac distracting her now as she hovered at her desk, waiting for the Potions room to vacate.
“Professor Slughorn, sir?” she asked when it was only she and the Potions Master left.
“Miss Montague, I’ve already told you that was an excellent Everlasting Elixir. I hope you’re not looking for more points?” he chuckled.
“No, sir.” She smiled modestly. “I hope it’s not too much to ask but I was hoping to ask you a favour.”
“A favour? Well, I certainly couldn’t refuse at least hearing our Head Girl out, could I?”
“Thank you, sir. It’s about my brother, Graham Montague. I don’t suppose you heard what happened to him last year?”
“I’ve heard rumours, of course. But I’m not, ah, familiar with the whole story, that is.”
Una launched into a dramatic retelling of what happened to her younger brother last year. She didn’t hold back on the horrific details - her eyes expertly welled up in all the right places while Slughorn ‘ooh’-ed and ‘ahh’-ed. By the end of the story, Slughorn had even conjured up an opulent satin handkerchief for her to dry her eyes on.
“And so you see, sir. He’s only sitting two N.E.W.Ts this year - he didn’t want to fall a year behind his classmates. But Potions is his favourite subject. It’s just that he barely scraped an ‘A’ because he missed so much.”
“I do see, m’dear,” said Slughorn sympathetically. “And your brother, is he half as clever as his older sister?”
Una sniffled into the handkerchief and gave him a watery smile. “Yes, sir.”
“Then it’s settled!” boomed Slughorn. “He’ll have some catching up to do - it’s three weeks into term, you know. But he can certainly join the other sixth-years.”
“Thank you, Professor.”
Slughorn smiled and walked her out of the classroom.
“Not at all! Not at all!” he said when they were in the corridor and Una had the distinct feeling that Slughorn very much enjoyed being asked for favours that only he could grant. Like a giant, walrus genie.
Slughorn waddled off into the direction of the Great Hall, as she fixed her mascara, quickly pulling herself together and stuffed the silk handkerchief into her bag. That couldn’t have gone any better if she had tried. She was excited to brag to Sabine and Meredith about how she had masterfully pulled Slughorn’s strings. But she was secretly even more excited that Graham would have another lesson to keep himself busy. Hopefully too busy to help Draco Malfoy with whatever schemes he had planned.
“Masterfully done,” said a voice behind Una as she pulled her gaze from Slughorn and turned to see Cormac McLaggen, leaning one of his broad shoulders against the wall and giving her a slow round of applause.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Una, fixing her hair by tucking it behind her ear.
“Sure,” said Cormac.
“What are you waiting out here for? Are you spying on me?” Una tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Feeling brave enough to push me up against the wall with all these witnesses?” she asked, looking at the sparse groups of students passing the dungeons on their way to dinner.
“Oh, come on. You loved that and you know it.”
Una pursed her lips not deigning to dignify his comment with a response, however true it was. “Why are you waiting out here, Cormac?”
“Well -” he took a deep breath. “Gryffindor Quidditch tryouts are tomorrow and I was wondering if you wanted to come along and watch?”
Una snorted. She hadn’t expected that.
“Don’t laugh,” he said, giving her an offended look.
“I’m sorry,” she said, regaining her composure. “No, honestly, I am. But how do I put this politely?” She looked at the high ceiling thoughtfully. “I simply couldn’t think of a worse way to spend a Saturday.” This was, at least, the truth. She’d spent enough of her childhood and time at Hogwarts watching her brother play and couldn’t think of anything more dull.
“I just wanted to make up for the other night in the library. Call a truce.”
“By asking me to watch you play Quidditch?”
He shrugged and gave her a cocky grin. “Some people say I look really good in my uniform.”
Una laughed again but this time it was in disbelief. He really was arrogant beyond belief.
“Well, thank you for the exceptionally generous offer but I’ll have to say ‘no’ on this occasion.”
“I just thought you might want an excuse to look at me from a safe distance.”
She couldn’t help her mouth twisting into a reluctant smile. He was nice to look at. And Merlin’s Beard, he was persistent. It was a very strange sort of peace offering.
“Please, Cormac,” she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
He took a sharp inhale of breath. “Oh, don’t say that. It’s giving me ideas.”
“What, ‘Cormac’?”
“‘Please’”, he corrected her. “You know if you just saw me play, I’d have you begging like that.”
“In your dreams,” said Una, turning to walk away, hiding how much she was enjoying his audacity.
“Wait, Una. Last chance,” he called to her.
“Are you giving me an ultimatum?” she turned back around and smirked.
“I’m just saying, plenty of other girls in here who are interested,” he lifted up his hands.
“Sure, Cormac. Go ahead and ask one of them to watch you play,” laughed Una, shaking her head at his very transparent attempt to make her jealous. “I’ll see you in Transfiguration next week.”
“Suit yourself.”
And with that, she made her way to the Great Hall, wondering if she might make up some excuse to go and watch. She actually would enjoy seeing what Cormac McLaggen’s shoulders would look like in the Gryffindor Quidditch robes.
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A few days later, Cormac McLaggen sat in Professor McGonagall’s classroom, determinedly not looking back at the door in anticipation of his deskmate’s arrival.
“So, how did it go?” asked Una, as Cormac looked up to see her slipping into her usual seat as the buzz from the other students filled the classroom.
Cormac hesitated - he wasn’t sure what exactly had happened at the Gryffindor Quidditch tryouts. The memory was still hazy. It was probably all the adrenaline, he supposed.
“That bad?” she smirked.
He shrugged nonchalantly as if it didn’t bother him. “Reserve keeper,” he said. “Probably just as well you didn’t turn up.”
Cormac felt Una’s eyes on him, surveying him carefully.
“You know, Cormac, it would have looked weird if I’d have gone. It’s not like anyone else in Slytherin would have been there,” she said quietly.
“I get it.”
“Everyone knows I hate Quidditch too. It would have been sus-.”
“Honestly, it’s fine.” He looked at her apprehensively. “Look, I’ve been thinking it’s probably for the best anyway.”
Una grinned at him. “Oh no, are you breaking up with me?”
When tryouts were over, he had spent time thinking about this long and hard over the weekend as his thoughts recently so often turned to Una. “I just think - whatever it is we’re playing at - we should cut it out.”
Una gasped playfully. “Oh my god, you are breaking up with me.”
“Well, obviously not. We were never together. But yeah.” He cleared his throat, bracing himself for her reaction.
Una moved in closer to him. “You’re not slick, you know that, right? This is the oldest trick in the book.”
“Una, it’s not a trick. I’m serious,” he said, turning in his chair to face her. Cormac knew the more time he spent in her company, the more he was experiencing feelings for her. Mostly strong feelings of irritation - she really wasn’t an easy person to get along with. But he was starting to realise that maybe the best way to rid himself of those feelings perhaps wasn’t bending her over, and fucking her until she started saying nice things to him. Maybe.
“You can’t resist me, Cormac. You said you think about fucking me all the time,” she hushed as if reading his mind.
“We both know our friends would cut us off if we started dating each other.”
“Who said anything about dating each other?” Una rested her hand on his knee. Her touch felt like a jolt of lightning. Before Cormac could reply, she slinked off of her chair and crawled under the desk. His eyes widened as he looked down at her on the floor between his legs. Una’s hand travelled further up his thigh as she whispered, “Nobody needs to know.”
Cormac felt blood rushing towards his cock as he looked edgily from left to right to see if anyone else had noticed what was happening. They hadn’t. He looked back down at her on her knees with her lips parted.
He was done for.
“Una,” he murmured. “What are you -”
Her free hand rummaged in her bag and she got up to her seat again.
“Just getting my quill,” she said, putting it on the desk and smoothing her hair as she took her seat again.
“Books and quills away,” barked Professor McGonagall as she entered the classroom. “Today you’ll be turning toads into toadstools.”
Una made to slide off her chair to return her quill to her bag but Cormac gripped her arm and shook his head.
Una smirked at him. “What?”
“You know what.”
“Still getting ideas, Cormac?”
This was even more maddening than when Una was pretending she wasn’t interested in him. Cormac opened his mouth to respond but Professor McGonagall continued.
“Might I remind you that you should be working on these spells non-verbally so there will be no need for talking. That goes for you too, Mr McLaggen.”
Cormac turned in his chair abruptly to face the front but Una just smiled innocently at the stern look on McGonagall’s face.
They didn’t speak to one another as their toads were passed out. Una wrinkled her nose when a particularly fat, ugly toad was placed on her desk. As if merely keen to rid herself of its presence she tapped her wand lazily and it turned into a pretty, red toadstool.
Cormac knitted his eyebrows together and pointed his own wand at his toad, repeating the spell over and over again in his head. It did nothing.
“You know, I could help you,” said Una, brushing her hair from her shoulder and lolling back in her chair.
Cormac sighed. “Go on then.”
“Not so fast. What are you gonna do for me?”
“Are you sexually harassing me, Una?”
“Maybe…” She gave him a flirtatious smile that he almost returned until with a flicker of indignation he remembered why he had resolved to stop flirting back with her.
“Then what?” He whispered. “I admit I want to fuck you so you can pretend you’re not interested and then we start this whole thing again?” He raised an eyebrow. “Una, I can’t keep up. I’m not good with these games.”
“Really? I thought we were having fun.”
He looked at her with a pained expression. “I don’t need this kind of fun.”
Una narrowed her eyes. “Fine. Find someone else. You’d be bored out of your mind.”
“I wouldn’t,” he said.
“Prove it.”
“I will.”
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Almost a week later, Professor Slughorn had invited them to another one of his dinners, which Una still determinedly refused to refer to as ‘Slug Club’. After promising Sabine and Meredith that she’d find out what she could about the next potions lesson, Una and Blaise made their way to Slughorn’s office.
They entered the room to find Cormac McLaggen and Eddie Carmichael amongst the students already seated. Una ignored the empty seats beside Cormac and instead, she followed Blaise to the opposite side of the table beside Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley.
Cormac frowned when she took her seat but she paid him no mind which only seemed to annoy him more. So much for not being interested in playing games.
An hour or so later, when desserts had magically appeared on the table, Una watched as Cormac tried to make eye contact with the girl on Una’s right as he sucked chocolate sauce from his finger. The girl he’d been eyeing up, Hermione Granger, caught his eye and Una had to stuff an entire profiterole in her mouth to stop herself laughing when she saw Hermione visibly recoil.
Cormac cleared his throat and pretended to find another conversation incredibly interesting as she watched his neck turn scarlet as he looked away. Maybe there weren’t ‘plenty of girls who were interested’ as he had claimed. Although, thought Una with satisfaction, if he was looking for a nice, boring girl then Slughorn’s club was probably the the right place
“You know, Miss Montague. I had been meaning to tell you that it’s been a pleasure having your brother, Graham, in Potions,” said Professor Slughorn once the dessert plates had been cleared and the older students’ wine glasses began filling up.
“Thank you, Sir,” beamed Una.
“I was worried about him keeping up after his incident last year but I needn’t have been!”
A few seats down Una heard a snort of laughter. She turned to see Ginny Weasley stifling a snicker with her hand.
“Think it’s funny, do you?” shot Una, glaring at her.
“I mean, sort of, yeah,” said Ginny, far too boldly in Una’s opinion. “He turned up alright in the end. In the U-Bend, mind.”
Una clenched her jaw. Ginny Weasley couldn’t have been the one who’d done it. She was much too small to have shoved Graham anywhere. But still, the little smirk on her face told her that she probably knew who had.
“He almost died. Thanks to someone in your stupid little club,” said Una bitterly.
“Well, let’s call it even after your Slytherin gang of snitches made sure we all got detention,” Ginny retorted.
“Even? You think that detention -“
“Ladies, ladies. Please. All water under the bridge now, surely?” implored Slughorn.
It certainly wasn’t. Not to her. Nonetheless, she quickly rearranged her face into a smile at Slughorn. She would prefer to have him as an ally, have her think she was the bigger person.
“Certainly, Sir.”
Cormac looked at her with a slightly guilty expression from across the table. She averted her gaze - she had temporarily forgotten he had been part of the D.A. too.
When dinner was finally over and Una had managed to procure information from Slughorn about the next Potions lesson, she and Blaise walked back towards the Slytherin common room together.
“That Ginny Weasley really is a piece of work,” sneered Una. Blaise looked over his shoulder. “She’s good-looking though,” Una added just to see his reaction.
“I wouldn’t touch that little Blood Traitor with a ten-foot broomstick.”
“Blaise, don’t use that kind of language around me or I’ll tell your sister.”
He scoffed. “Fine.”
“And I’ve seen the way you look at her. I know you’re just deflecting.”
“Oh yeah? Gonna tell my sister about that too?”
“No,” said Una carefully and they both came to a standstill. “I wouldn’t tell her... And I wouldn’t tell her if you wanted to use Slughorn’s club as an opportunity to get to know her either.”
Blaise eyed her suspiciously.
“I mean it. I don’t think we can help it if we’re attracted to someone - even if they’re in Gryffindor.”
“Montague!” called a voice from behind them. Cormac McLaggen was on his own, walking towards them.
“What do you want?” asked Una coolly.
“I was wondering if you had written down the Transfiguration homework?” he asked, giving her a meaningful look that Blaise didn’t fail to notice.
“I’m going to the common room,” said Blaise, walking away. “I’ll see you later.”
“Blaise, wait a minute.” Una caught up and stopped him. “This doesn’t have anything to do with what I was just saying.”
She stared at him for a second, trying to read his cool, dark eyes.
“Slughorn held you back because he wanted to ask you a question after the party,” he said quietly so Cormac couldn’t hear. “And maybe in future… he’ll have something he wants to ask me.” He raised his eyebrow pointedly.
Una nodded, not daring to say anything else. She wasn’t sure she trusted Blaise. Or he her. But the less either of them said, the more plausible deniability they both had.
She turned back to Cormac as she heard Blaise walk away.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“Look, it’s about your brother,” said Cormac in a hushed voice. “I just wanted you to know it wasn’t anything to do with me.”
She scanned his face carefully, looking for any signs of deceit. But there were none. “Do you know who it was?”
“I don’t think I can say… I mean, you know Marietta Edgecombe? When she told Umbridge about the D.A. she got horrible acne all over her face spelling the word ‘sneak’. There’s a curse to stop us from saying anything about what went on.”
Una rolled her eyes with all the derision she could muster. “Of course. I wouldn’t want you to ruin your good looks. Those are more important. See you later, Cormac.” She walked away but before she could reach the end of the corridor he called after her.
“It was Fred and George Weasley.” His voice rang out, echoing the names in the deserted hallway.
Una paused. Not quite believing what she had just heard, she turned around slowly to see Cormac squeezing his eyes tight shut, bracing himself for the curse to mark his face “Is it bad? Just tell me,” he said, not daring to open his eyes.
Una walked back towards him to look at his face. It was still stupidly handsome. Even in the dim torchlight of the corridor, she could see he had not been marred by whatever curse he was expecting.
She reached up and brushed her index finger across his cheekbone. Her face was so close to his neck that as she looked up at his face she could smell the expensive, clean scent of his aftershave.
“What does it say?” He said, opening one eye.
She traced letters across his face as she spelt out. “D… I… C…K-.”
“Oh, ha-ha.” He said opening his green eyes and looking down at her, standing in tiptoe to touch his face. “Is there anything there?”
She shook her head slowly. “You really thought you might get cursed if you told me?” He nodded. “That was very brave considering your looks are mostly all you’ve got going for you.”
“You know what? I just did a decent thing - you are so -”
“Kiss me,” she interrupted.
“You - what?”
She looked from his raised eyebrows to his lips. “I won’t bite.”
“Sure about that?” he asked sarcastically.
“Not this time, anyway,” she said, smoothing her hands along his jumper. “Unless you want me to.”
He studied her expectant face. For a second she thought he wasn’t going to kiss her. Until, with a resigned sigh, he tilted his head down and pressed his soft lips against hers tentatively. She pulled herself against his body and kissed him back, tasting dark chocolate and red wine on his lips. When her tongue swiped against his lower lip, he seemed to decide it was safe enough to slip his tongue into her mouth.
He ran his hand through her hair and tugged gently at the nape of her neck, tilting her head back so he could kiss her exposed throat shamelessly. She cupped his head as he did, feeling his dark blonde curls entwined through her fingers.
A door slammed shut in the distance and they broke apart abruptly when they heard footsteps at the other end of the corridor. Their eyes darted towards the door at the end of the corridor nearest them. They both bolted towards it. Cormac recklessly threw it open and they ran inside, shutting the door behind them and leaning against it catching their breath.
Una’s chest rose and fell rapidly in anticipation of being caught. They stayed deadly silent as the footsteps passed and breathed a sigh of relief as they went off into the distance.
Una took in her dark surroundings. It was a disused classroom with empty bookcases and some tables and chairs piled up in a corner. They remained quiet for a few seconds, neither of them daring to bring up what had just happened in the corridor. Una knew she had to get back before before Sabine and Meredith had time to be suspicious.
She turned to look up at him. “We should go. I appreciate you telling me about the Weasley twins. That was really useful information.”
“Useful information?”
“It doesn’t matter. But I mean it, thank you.”
“Happy to have been of service.” Cormac leaned against the door, looking down at her. He curled two fingers under her chin, tilting her head up towards him. “Call it a favour.”
“One I’m expected to return?” she raised her eyebrow. She was well versed enough in getting information to understand the quid-pro-quo involved. “What, you want me to help you with non-verbal spells after all?”
He smirked as his thumb skirted over her bottom lip. “No, the favour I was thinking of involved your mouth. Although you won’t need to be particularly verbal.”
Una’s breath hitched in her throat when she pictured herself sliding her hands down his body and she sank down to the floor and undid his belt. But she quickly turned it into a scornful scoff. “That is very presumptuous of you.”
He gave her an arrogant look that made it clear he had seen the flicker in her eyes as she had briefly considered it.
“Come on, I bet you’re good at it. You’re good at everything.”
She wasn’t sure how to respond. Honestly, she didn’t know if she’d be good at it. Sure, she’d had plenty of clumsy fumbles in deserted corners of the common room with boys, groping and rubbing each other under layers of clothing. But sucking Cormac McLaggen’s dick as some sort of subservient expression of gratitude?
“I don’t get on my knees for anyone,” she said, finally, pulling back from his touch and screwing up her face.
“Oh yeah, what were you doing on the floor in Transfiguration last week? Or maybe I’m not just anyone?”
“You wish. I was getting my quill out of my bag.”
“You little tease,” he grinned. And for some reason, the cocky way he said it made butterflies erupt in her stomach.
“You’re not going to provoke me into sucking your dick by calling me names. You really think I care if you call me a tease?”
“C’mon, I’ve seen the smirk on your face when everyone stares at you in these little skirts,” he said quietly, his fingers lightly touching the hem of her skirt, skating the front of her thighs.
“Not everyone,” Una said in a small voice, a little more honestly than she’d intended.
Cormac’s eyelashes lifted from the hem of her skirt to her face. “If I looked at you, I’d be walking around like this all the time.” He took her hand and placed it just below his belt. He was hard. Her instinct was to withdraw her hand and admonish him but she didn’t. Instead, she kept it there, looking up at him and daring him to continue. “You know, when you started dressing like that - way back at the beginning of our third year - I used to think about kissing you… right here.” He moved his hand under her skirt and dragged his finger across the front of her underwear, sending a pleasant shiver down her spine. “It was stupid. I hadn’t even kissed a girl before or anything yet. All I knew was that every time I saw you, I wanted to bury my head between your thighs and taste you.”
“You… you did?” Una took an unsteady breath, running her fingertips over his hard length from base to tip. She could feel him pulsing under her touch.
“I was hardly getting anything else done. So I just stopped looking at you altogether.” The pads of his fingertips rested just over her clit through the fabric. She felt like she was on fire - so hot and throbbing that she was surprised Cormac hadn’t been scalded just by touching her. “Like I said, stupid of me.”
He kissed her again as his fingers rubbed gentle circles over her underwear, barely touching her. Una let out an involuntary whimper against his lips. He kissed along the line of her jaw and pressed his mouth to her ear, the slightest bit of stubble tickled her face. “See? I can be a tease too,” he murmured, a low growl in her ear that made hairs on the back of her neck prickle.
Shit. He was right. And he was good at it. Una gulped, loud enough for him to hear. He drew back and looked her up and down. The way he toyed with her already had her desperate for him to put more pressure on her aching pussy.
“I didn’t know you even knew I existed,” she admitted, her muscles in her core twisting so tightly they were starting to hurt.
“Well, it was easy to pretend since you have such a terrible personality.”
She exhaled an amused laugh of relief when he made fun of her. This was more in her comfort zone - playful sniping, not confessions of secret pining that made her yearn for him in a way she wasn’t ready to admit. “Speaking of which, I thought you didn’t need this ‘kind of fun’?” Una asked, hoping to provoke him into arguing with her again.
“Who said anything about fun?” asked Cormac, his green eyes glittering darkly.
Without warning, he pressed her against the door with his body and pushed his hips between her open legs. Una winced in surprise. God, she’d been thinking about him doing that every night since he did it in the library. He scooped her up with ease, pinning her against the door as she held onto his shoulders, feeling the friction of his hard cock against her throbbing cunt. Una’s breath hitched in her throat when she felt his hips buck against her and he let out a grunt as his cock chased the pleasant stimulation.
Cormac leaned down and trailed wet, sloppy kisses down the side of her neck again, this time pausing to suck hard on her sensitive skin. Una breathed heavily, tilting her head back against the door and enjoying the feeling of his lips sucking on her neck. Her neck. With a start, her eyes flew open and she tugged his hair, pulling him back.
“Don’t give me a love bite,” she hissed. “Someone will see.” His grin faltered when he saw the serious look on her face. Una loosened her grip on his hair. “Cormac? Maybe this is a bad idea.”
Cormac heaved a sigh and gently let her down until her feet met the floor again. He pressed his forehead against the top of her head for a few moments. The only sound was their laboured breathing as the reasoning part of Una’s brain fought for the blood supply below her waist.
“Yeah… maybe,” he said solemnly. Una could practically hear her body crying in protest, desperate for his touch below her waist again. She had secretly hoped he’d disagree. Find a way to persuade her. “Can I just… do something? I need to get it out of my system.”
“What - oh.”
Cormac knelt in front of her. “I want to taste you. Just once,” he said and pushed her skirt up. Una felt her cheeks burning as he pressed his face against her underwear and inhaled deeply. Shit, what was he doing? She was so turned on, she knew it must be a hot, sticky mess down there. Cormac groaned as he breathed out, sending a ripple of warm vibration across her clit.
“Fuck, you smell good.”
“I smell good?” she blurted.
“What? Nobody ever told you that while they were eating you out?”
She shook her head. Una had never let anyone do this to her before. Not that she’d tell Cormac that.
“Well, they’re idiots,” he said. She was glad that he had misunderstood her meaning. He hooked his fingers over the hem of her underwear. “Can I take these off?”
Una bit her bottom lip. “...I thought it was me who owed you a favour?”
“This is more of a favour from present me to fourteen-year-old me.” He slipped her underwear off and down her legs. She stepped out of them shakily - her legs felt so weak she had to lean against the doorknob for support.
He traced two fingers between her folds, the flat of his fingers sliding against the slick of her hot, neglected slit. “You’re so fucking wet.” She couldn’t quite believe she was letting Cormac McLaggen do this to her. He sucked his fingers so he could taste her juices.
“Oh my god, Cormac…” Una said, feeling scandalised and blushing furiously as he closed his eyes in a blissful state of enjoyment. Her breathing felt stuttered as she watched him slowly withdraw his fingers from his mouth.
“That doesn’t count as tasting you,” he said firmly as if afraid she’d tell him to stop. Cormac pressed his lips against her and furnace-hot heat enveloped her clit as he started kissing her there like he was kissing her mouth. She could feel the texture of his tongue as he swirled it around her clit, making little circles as he did. His mouth was slick - she’d never experienced anything so warm and so heavenly on her skin before.
“Fuck, you taste so good…” He paused between kissing and nodded decisively, looking up into her eyes before turning his attention back to the task at hand. “Yep, I’m going to make you cum on my tongue.”
Una stifled a whine when his mouth met her cunt again. She couldn’t let him know how easily she was already coming undone. She could already imagine how triumphant he’d be, how smug that he’d managed to make her cum so quickly. She had to fight it.
But fuck, his mouth felt incredible on her. She could at least tell him that, right? That’s what people did during this type of thing, wasn’t it?
“Cormac?” she breathed. “That - that feels nice.”
He pulled back, his eyes flicking up from her wet pussy to her flushed face. “Yeah, you like that?” For a split second, she saw his smiling mouth glistening - whether wet with his saliva, her soaking wet arousal or a combination of both she wasn’t sure. God, he really would be insufferable if he made her cum quickly. He kept his eyes locked on her as he pressed the flat of his tongue against her clit.
Una swallowed against the dryness of her throat, unable to tear her eyes away from his wild, intense stare. She felt the pads of his fingers teasing her entrance. Una had been aching for him - any part of him - to be inside her for so long that she could practically hear how dripping wet she was. He raised his eyebrows and she nodded, feeling two large fingers slip inside her. Her leg muscles tensed when they began pressing intimately against a spot that only she had ever touched before, alone in the confines of her own bed.
“God, you’re so tight around my fingers,” he said, pausing his licking to watch his digits slide in and out of her. “You needed this, right? Been a while since you let someone take care of you like this?”
Fuck, he had no idea that nobody had ever taken care of her like this.
He pushed his body closer to her, encouraging her to hook her leg over his broad, muscular shoulder so he could push his fingers in even deeper. He curled his fingers inside her wet cunt, tapping against her G-spot. She wasn’t sure if it was the size of his own hands compared to hers or if it was the fact she was fixed on his green eyes as he touched her, but it felt better than when she did it on her own.
“Oh - fuck,” she whined, feeling his hand and mouth working in sync, pushing and swirling as her core tightened around his digits. The sight of him there made her brain feel like it was going into overdrive.
Every movement, pressing deep inside her brought her closer and closer to the brink. It was coming thick and fast. Faster than she had ever managed by herself. She threaded her fingers through his hair, just for something to hold onto as she trembled but he took it as a cue to pick up his pace.
“Mmh,” he moaned sloppily as his renewed pace made her squirm. Her hips moved as if by their own volition, grinding against his tongue and chasing the bliss that was ready to burst from her core. She in equal parts wanted it to happen quickly and for this moment to last forever. She imagined Sabine and Meredith waiting for her in the dormitory, wondering where she was. As soon as the thought crossed her mind, her pussy started contracting around his fingers as they drove mercilessly into her, pressing again and again and again on that sweet spot in her core without reprise. Fuck, it was wrong that she was enjoying this. So fucked up and so fucking wrong.
“Keep going,” begged Una as the wave pulled back, ready to crash over her. She arched her back and threw her head against the door, tugging on his hair. No wonder he was driven mad by the idea of her being on her knees for him, if this is what it felt like. She wanted him here all the fucking time now. The sound his mouth was making as he kept sucking and licking and fingerfucking her, ignited some deep, primal part of her brain that blocked out all the inner chatter about how they shouldn’t be doing this.
She breathed hard, open-mouthed as she looked down at him again, expecting to meet his gaze once more but instead found his eyes closed in pure, unencumbered pleasure as he devoured her like a starving man.
“Fuck, I’m - ah - fuck,” she sobbed as ecstasy surged through her core.
The dark room turned so blinding white she was sure for a second that someone must have burst through some unseen door and shone their wand light in their faces. But she didn’t care. All that mattered was the orgasm that was rippling through her entire body, so deep that it seemed to burst through all her extremities. His wet tongue continued its attack on her clit and his fingers kept drilling deep into her, guiding her through it until finally, her legs were twitching from the aftershock.
She let go of his hair and practically collapsed against the door, panting wildly as with a smug grin, Cormac disentangled himself from under her leg. “Maybe you were right about not getting on your knees,” he said, coming up to his feet with a groan.
Una pushed herself from the door and threw her arms around his neck, startling him. “No,” she said, between desperate kisses, tasting herself on his lips. “You were right,” she kissed his neck. “You were right. I want to -”
She slid down his body onto the floor, brushing her fingers along his cock. She panted as she looked up at him with wide eyes. It was more than just quid-pro-quo - she wanted to be of service - to make him see just how good she could make him feel.
“Oh, fuck,” he breathed, watching her fingers work his belt. Just as she had unfastened it, they heard footsteps coming along the corridor and both looked at each other in alarm. “Oh, fuck!” he said again, bitterly through gritted teeth.
They heard the footsteps pause outside the door and Una quickly scrambled to her feet as the doorknob turned. She took one look at Cormac’s panicked face, extracted her wand and pointed it at him, casting a silent disillusionment charm.
His body turned invisible, just as the door opened.
“Miss Montague?” asked Professor Slughorn’s voice. Una squinted into the light cast from the lit tip of his wand on her pink face. “Miss Montague, are you alright? I thought I heard-”
“Yes,” she said, quickly, pretending to wipe a tear from her eye. “Crying. I’m sorry, Professor. I just needed a moment alone after that conversation with Ginny Weasley.”
He pouted sympathetically. “Now, now. You mustn’t let these things bother you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Come on, then. You wouldn’t want any of the Prefects on corridor duty to catch their Head Girl out of bed after hours, would you?” he chuckled. “A poor example for them!”
Una nodded. Her eyes tried to find Cormac’s faint disillusioned outline but she was glad when she couldn’t see or hear him. She made to follow Professor Slughorn out of the classroom but paused, realising she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her eyes scanned the floor in a frenzy, looking for them.
Slughorn paused at the door. “Everything alright, m’dear?”
“Yes, I just thought I’d dropped my… handkerchief,” she said pointedly into the darkness.
And so, she followed Professor Slughorn out of the classroom and they parted ways when they reached the end of the corridor so he could return to his office and she could go in the direction of the Slytherin common room. Una could distinctly feel the sensation of wet stickiness coating her inner thighs as she walked.
When she had sneaked back into the dormitory, she was relieved to find Sabine and Meredith already asleep. She crept into bed, sliding under the duvet and wondering whether Cormac had made it back to Gryffindor Tower undetected - but more importantly, whether he’d had the common sense to find her underwear so as not to leave any evidence of their encounter.
Chapter 4: Skill
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Updated Masterlist (+18)
A/N: Hey, readers! You can call me Use or Honey! As a novice fanfiction writer, I ask that you please have patience with me. I’m not a fast writer and I have lots of responsibilities that will delay my writing but I’m still dedicated to giving you all the best of content. I’m growing everyday with my writing so I’m always looking for room for improvement. Either way, I appreciate the love and support I’ve received. Thank you so very much! ❤️
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Last Updated: 07/26/2023
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Where Do We Go From Here 📥 ⚡️
FLUFF
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Love, Papa ⚠️⛈️
***Vecna
The Nightmare on Hawkins Street 📥⚠️💦🔥
The Nightmare on Hawkins Street 2 📥⚠️💦
Eddie Munson
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Innocent!Newkid!Eddie inviting you over 💧
Eddie helping with skin care routine ☁️
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FLUFF
I loved You First 1 🌩️
Made With Love ☁️
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The Elf Princess & Her Beloved 🌧📥
“Come Again?” 💦📥🔥
Eddie Had A Little Lamb 💦📥
Wrap It Up! 💦📥🔥
You’re Not The Boss Of Me 💦
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The Satanic Panic ⛈🚫
Cruel Little Vixen ⛈ 🔥
Steve Harrington
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Play Side A ⚡️💦
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Too Quiet ☁️
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I Thought I’d Lose You 🌧
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Montagues and Capulets ⛈🛑
Steddie x Reader
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Jim Hopper
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Murray Bauman
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Just Share The Damn Bed 💦⚠️
Let Me Show You 🌧
Daisy Dukes 💦
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Jonathan Byers
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Argyle
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Adeline’s Hex 💦
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JJ Mayback
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Criminal Minds
Spencer Reid
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Alice In Borderland
Arisu Ryohei
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Video Games 💦🔥
I Still Get Jealous ⛈️📥
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Dr. Julian Albert
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[LOSE CONTROL] Fred Weasley
- This is an excerpt from something I’m currently writing for Fred Weasley and an OC character
- [WARNINGS: pure smut, degrading, praise, edging, choking, mommy kink, and oral sex]
Adeline's heels clicked softly on the cobbled street as she walked past Weasley Wizard Wheezes which was closed for the night as well as other shops such as Ollivanders and Florish and Blotts. After passing most of the shops she found herself in front of a newer bar with a red and black sign that said The Ruby Rose. She pushed open the door and was met with a bustling crowd of witches and wizards dancing and mingling throughout the bar. The music was pumping in her heart but as she moved closer to the bar it began to fade away. When she reached the red leather seats and black stained bar top her eyes flickered across the taken seats, falling on a man with ginger hair and a contagious smile.
She slid herself into the empty seat next to him, not even acknowledging him, asking the bartender for a shot of fire whiskey. She watched out of the corner of her eye how he turned his head slowly and looked her up and down before leaning over her shoulder to whisper in her ear.
"Hello Darling," his words made her skin prickle and a soft smile grow on her lips. He pressed a few soft kisses to her neck before pulling away and taking a sip of his drink. The bartender had returned with her shot and she placed a few coins on the counter for him before knocking the shot back with ease before turning to the man next to her.
"You are a tease, Fred Weasley."
"Oh really now? I feel like you're the tease I know nothing more about you than you name Adeline." He said standing and taking her hand in his. He began to pull her toward the crowd of dancing people. A new song had just started playing as Fred gripped ad Adeline's waist and tugged her closer to him. Her eyes rose to look up into his own eyes and a smile couldn't help but break out across her face.
"What would you like to know?" She asked raising her hand up to his chest to tug at the collar of his shirt.
"What's your full name?" He asked cocking his eyebrow as he looked down at her, the red lights of the bar highlighting her face in the most perfect way.
"Adeline Emilia Montague"
"What do you do for work"
"I'm a healer at St. Mongos"
He stared down at her with his mouth slightly open. Before he could even respond she spoke up.
"What, cat got your tongue?" She whispered in his ear.
"I- wow. You're so young though aren't most healers way older?" He asked pulling her away from the floor and back to the bar. She followed behind watching as he ordered them two shots of fire whiskey before paying for both and taking a seat.
"You really didn't have to pay for my drink Fred," SHe said sitting down on the red stool next to him.
"No, I'm the one who asked you out. The least I could do is pay for your drinks" He said picking her hand up and kissing it. "So tell me more," Fred's eyes went back up to her blue ones as he listened to her talk about her job.
"Well most of the healers are older, there aren't many witches or wizards that get into the St. Mungos program. I've been there for about four years, and I have two interns that I'm teaching while working on finding my specialty which I chose next year before I become an actual healer. But I'm able to work some cases on my own unless I have to call in a higher healer." She said grabbing for the shot after the bartender had walked away to another customer.
"Wow, that's pretty impressive." He said reaching for his own shot of the firewhiskey. Adeline just nodded in response before knocking back the shot at the same time as Fred.
"What year did you graduate?" He asked turning in his seat to face her better. She did the same meeting him in the middle.
"ninety-four, and you?"
"ninety-six, did you know my bother Percy?" he asked and Adeline nodded her head in response.
"I was best friend with Penelope Clearwater, I saw more of your brother than I wanted to," She said with a laugh as Fred scrunched his nose in disgust.
"Let me guess your house," He said reaching his hand over and placing it on her thigh. he seemed to be lost in thought for just a moment before turning back to her with a smile.
"Ravenclaw" Her mouth was wide open at his guess, but he just had a large smile across his face.
"I mean it's an easy guess. You were friends with Clearwater, and you're a healer at St. Mongos you had to have been a bookworm," he said matter-of-factly.
"I know you were Gryffindor because the hat has never put a weasely in another house," She said with a proud smirk.
They talked for a little while longer before Fred proposed they get going because it was starting to wind down for the night. Adeline agreed with him and they both exited the bar hand in hand with smiles adorning their faces. Fred stopped them not far from the joke shop and pulled her into his arms, his hand instinctively wrapping around her waist.
"I had an amazing night Adeline," he smiled down at her waiting for her response.
"So did I, Fred," She looked up at him through her eyelashes watching as his cheeks turned a light pink. He moved one hand up her body, letting it rest on the nape of her neck with his thumb tilting her head up. He took this opportunity to dip his head down and press his lips against hers. Immediately she responded wrapping her arms around his neck and deepening the kiss.
"Do you wanna?" He asked pulling away and she could only nod before he pulled her a few shops down to his own.
He unlocked the door, ushering her in before locking it behind him. He held out his hand, which she gladly took and led her up the stairs to a vaguely familiar apartment.
When Fred unlocked the door he didn't bother turning on the lights. He shut the door behind him and continued leading her down the hall to his bedroom. Just like the night before he locked the door and silenced the room as Adeline's fingers crept up the waistband of his jeans, finding the buckle of his belt, quickly undoing it. He set his wand down on the desk next to him, his hands finding her waist pulling her tight against him. Adeline's free hand made its way into his hair pulling him down to meet her lips. They moved in sync slowly pushing closer to the bed. She pulled away, moving her lips next to his ear, her lips brushing against sending shivers down his spine. Her fingers tugged at his hair pulling his head back, a soft moan leaving his lips in response.
"I want you to lose all control tonight love," she whispered, her teeth grazing at his ear. His breath got caught in his throat as she pushed him onto the bed, kneeling down at the edge of the bed and pulling his zipper down. She slowly pulled his jeans off, tossing them to the side. His boxers joining them as well.
Adeline's fingers danced up his thighs, slowly inching toward his dick that was hard against his stomach. Her hand ghosted over his shaft before splaying out and grabbing his hip. A quiet whimper came from the red haired man laid out on the bed. Her head dipped down leaving chaste kisses on the inside of his thighs leaving a trail to where her lips left a soft kiss to the head of his dick.
Adeline's tongue wiped the beads of pre-cum off the tip, tasting the faint salt before widely placing her tongue across the head. His dick jumped against her warm mouth, trying to bring her closer to him. She continued the teasing licks across his dick, feeling him squirm underneath her burning touch. When she reached his head again her lips pulled it into her mouth pulling a deep moan from the man beneath her. Adeline bobbed her head slowly, going down as far as she could, and let her hand take care of the rest. As she moved up and down her tongue pressed against the underside of his dick pulling him closer and closer.
When his moans grew louder she pulled off, letting it rest against his stomach again, pulling herself up on the bed. His hands grappled her thighs pulling her forward, her knees resting by his chest. His fingers wrapped around the waistband of her panties and tugged them down, throwing them into the pile of accumulating clothes.
Fred pushed the skirt of Adeline's dress above her and pulled her down to his face. His hands gripped her thighs tight enough to leave marks. The touch of his lips to her dripping folds made her weak, her arms coming down to grip the pillows in front of her. Fred's tongue flicked out, drawing a line up to her puffy clit.
"Absolutely delicious," he growled before letting his tongue take control, flicking her clit and pulling it softly between his wet lips. His tongue pulled whimpers from Adeline as his mouth worked faster against her clit.
Her thighs began to twitch, growing tighter around his head. The grip she had on the pillows loosened as soft moans tumbled out of her mouth. Fred continued licking until whimpers were heard through the pillow. He lifted her up and helped her to lay beside him, he slipped his shirt off and started to push Adeline's dress up to pull it off. As it was pulled over her shoulders her tits were on full display, catching Fred's eye. After the dress was off it hid the ground as Fred's mouth worked its way across Adeline's chest, pulling one of her nipples into his mouth. His tongue swirled around and his lips sucked harshly before his teeth took hold and tugged gently. Adeline's teeth dug into her lower lip, feeling his finger start to roam her body.
"That feel good princess?" He asked letting go of her nipple, his breath tickling at her skin. She could only nod as his lips trailed up her neck leaving soft marks in their wake.
"Please Fred," she whispered, her hands falling down to his hips pushing his erection against her clit, a soft hum falling from his lips.
"Needy, darling?" He asked. His hand came up to grip her jaw, turning her eyes to him. "I asked you a question love," he whispered in her ear, his hand moved down to her throat agonizingly slow, squeezing softly. She could feel his dick rocking back and forth spreading her slick around. She could faintly hear her heartbeat growing faster as she looked into his warm brown eyes, pulling her in with a whine. His grip around her throat tightened, his words went in one ear and out the other.
"Please Fred, fuck me," she whispered. Fred's grip on her throat loosened and he pulled her into a kiss as the tip of his dick slid in slowly. He let out a breathy moan pulling away from her, dropping his head to the pillow. He pushed in deeper, feeling her tighten around him and her legs shutter around his waist.
Pulling himself back up to his elbows his pace quickened, watching as Adeline's face twisted in pleasure, her mouth falling open letting moans slip out. Her mind was completely gone, she wasn't able to hear a word Fred was saying as he angled himself up and deepened his thrusts, her legs twitching as she let go, her pleasure taking over.
"Good girl," Fred moaned out, slowing his thrusts, going slow and deep. He pushed himself up to his knees and flipped her over, pushing himself deeper into Adeline with a groan. His arms flexed as they gripped her hips, pulling her ass against his hips. He let his thrusts pick up again, pulling the sweetest moans from the woman below him. He leaned down over her back, pulling her hair into his hand, hovering his lips by her ear.
"Do you feel good love?" He asked, she nodded in response. He let out a whispered chuckle before tightening his grip on her hair. "Do you wanna cum again?" He asked, nibbling at her ear. She nodded. He pulled her face out of the pillow by her hair, looking at her fucked out eyes from above.
"I don't think you wanna cum that bad love." Adeline let out a whimper, trying to pull away from his grip. "You're going to have to convince me Princess," he bit back with a deep thrust, hitting just the right spot earning a louder whine.
"Please," she whimpered, but he wouldn't move. "Please Fred," she whispered, feeling the sweat start to drop down her face. He still didn't move. "Please Freddie I need it," she whimpered out, he let her have one slow thrust.
"What do you need love?" He whispered in her ear. She didn't respond "c'mon love, just tell me what you want," he said, almost pulling his dick all the way out.
"I need to cum Freddie, please, please!" She cried, trying to clench around his did that was no longer deep inside her. With her words he let his grip on her hair go, pounding his dick back into her. His thrusts were continuously deep, feeling Adeline clench around him again as she cried out.
"Thank you," she whimpered. His body froze, feeling himself get too close to the edge. He pulled out and laid down next to Adeline, pulling her on top of him, slipping his dick back in slowly.
"Fuck," he whimpered feeling her hands rest on his chest as she settled down on his dick.
"That feel good love?" She asked with a soft giggle, looking down to see the man below her blush at her words. He nodded trying to look away from her. Her hand reached over and grabbed his chin pulling his head to look at her again. His eyes glanced up and down her body before setting on her blue ones. He felt her lift up and slowly fall back down, her skin hitting his softly. A moan left his lips as his eyes rolled back into his head. She moved herself up and down, resting her hands on his chest to steady herself. His hands came up to rest on her hips, trying to guide her up and down faster. She grabbed his wrists and pulled them off her hips, and pushing them above his head, flicking her fingers to conjure a ribbon that tied itself around them, and to the headboard. He tried to pull against them but got nowhere. She placed a hand around his throat stopping him in his tracks , his eyes fluttering back as she placed more pressure.
"I'm on top, we're going to play by my rules love," she whispered in his ear, slamming herself down on his dick, earning a deep moan from Fred, his face a soft pink color. She kept a fast pace pulling him closer to his release. His moans turned to whimpers, trying to pull at the restraints around his wrists.
"Are you close?" Adeline asked, but Fred only nodded his head with a whimper. She clicked her tongue and tightened her grip on his throat as she spoke, "use your words." Her hips continued to slam down as his words got caught in his throat, only moans coming out of his parted lips. "Aww, too dumb to talk?" She teased sucking hickeys across his chest, dangerously close to his nipples. He whimpered and bucked his hips up. "Good boys who use their words get to cum," she said before pulling one of his nipples into her mouth, circling her tongue around it before pulling off. "C'mon it's not that hard," she teased, letting her fingers lace themselves in his hair. His eyes were closed tight and his breaths were ragged, trying to control his throbbing dick buried deep inside her.
"All you have to say is," she started whispering in his ear before whining her next words. "Please let me cum I'm such a good boy, please," he let out another deep moan as her fingers pulled his hair.
"Please let me cum, I've been so good," he whispered as she pulled tighter on his hair.
"Good boy," she moaned out. "Cum for me," she said, bouncing up and down, pulling him closer and closer to the edge. Finally she felt him go limp underneath her, whimpering as she rode his high out for him.
"Thank-" he started, "thank you mommy-" he whispered, burying his head into the pillow with one last breath.
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WELCOME TO LINNIE'S MASTERLIST
NOTICE: i am still writing but requests will be coming very slowly as i am a social work college student and i have so much shit to do all the time lol. requests are not closed they are just coming slowly!
you heard that right folks! linnie is finally making a masterlist! I've been meaning to make one for a while I just haven't had the time/motivation to do so until now!! i've been getting a lot more requests (which i love!!!) so I figured it was about time :) also! this layout was highly inspired by @tangledinlove 's layout!!! just wanted to give credit where credit is due :)
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anthony lockwood x reader
ain't a life a many splendored thing?
1.4k words. no warnings
part one / part two coming soon
you are a new hire at lockwood and co. despite being the complete opposite of your new boss, anthony lockwood can't help but fall for you.
nearly witches (ever since we met)
1.6k words. no warnings
lockwood comes home early from a job to find you dancing in the kitchen in your underwear and one of his shirts. obviously, the most sensible thing for you to do was to ask him to dance.
bookstore girl
3.3k words. no warnings
caught in an intense rainstorm, lockwood stumbles into the small bookstore you run with your best friend and your boxer, Bruce. you two hit it off and lockwood leaves a newly-dedicated customer.
lucy carlyle x reader
none [so far ;)]
george karim x reader
none [so far ;)]
lucy carlyle x anthony lockwood (all on ao3)
shall we look at the moon, my little loon
2k words. 1/1 chapters. no warnings
Anthony Lockwood says something stupid, again.
This is how Lucy Carlyle ends up on Montagu Barnes's doorstep at 11:00 at night, soaked to the skin.
OR: Montagu Barnes is a parental figure for two traumatized teens trying to figure out what they mean to each other.
let me live (or let me love you)
10k words. 5/5 chapters. warnings: canon typical violence, fleeting sexual imagery.
In which Lockwood & Co. get put in a sticky situation at yet another relic auction, and the only way to get out of it is for Lucy Carlyle to kiss her best friend.
jealousy is a song that only your heart can hear
1.5k words. 1/5 chapters (ongoing). no warnings.
5 times that Anthony Lockwood was jealous, and one time that he didn't have to be.
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