#reader is over 18 | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

ginevrapng · 8 months

Text

content warnings: non explicit drunken sex between james and lily, dubcon/noncon? (idk it's fucked up the drunk sex went wrong), emotional cheating(?), (i really don't know how to tag this one guys- if i've missed something lmk)

// (1.5k words) // best friend!james potter lives in my head rent free, reader not specified which house they're from but has access to the gryffindor common room, chubby reader

best friend!james is completely in denial of his feelings towards you so he spends his days chasing after lily evans. days become months and then become years, flirting with her daily and chasing her. he is a chaser it's what he does.

you constantly scowled him as it seemed like lily had no interest in him. you didn't want him harassing her. when he started showing interest in her it hurt, you knew why of course, it's hard not to fancy the great james potter but you quickly got over your feelings when you realised you had no chance with him, he was your best friend and nothing was going to spoil that.

what surprised everyone was when lily started to treat james nicer, when she started to smile at him in class. no one could have guessed this complete 360 of her feelings. the next time james came up to her in the great hall bugging her he asked her to be his girlfriend and she actually said yes, causing james to pause in shock for a moment and then start grinning. "knew you'd say yes eventually evans."

lily just rolled her eyes and told him to shut up.

you heard about what happened later on in the day and were shocked yourself. you never thought they would actually start dating, she never seemed like she was interested in james before and previously you spent so long trying to tell him to let it go and find someone else but you're happy that he's happy. he's finally got the girl.

so why does he feel so empty?

their relationship was good, they went on dates and lily always laughed at his jokes, he started to pay attention more in classes they were both in together to impress her and it seemed like lily became less stressed and uptight. they're both happy yet james feels something is wrong. even through he still grins from ear to ear, still has that mischievous attitude you love and his pranking nature, even though he's acting the same, he knows being with lily is wrong, he doesn't even know why but being with lily doesn't feel right.

lily and james have been dating for months now and james has been able to ignore that nagging feeling. one gryffindor party changed everything though.

gryffindor beat hufflepuff in a quidditch match and the house was celebrating, even people from other houses came to support gryffindor's win, however they may have came for the drinks because the gryffindor house always throw the best parties. either way everyone was wasted by the end of the night, some more than others. james being one of those, lily being someone who is nearly equally as drunk, even though she swore she wouldn't drink much as to try and keep an eye on everyone however that plan was shattered when sirius and marlene kept passing her drinks every ten minutes.

lily and james later made their way upstairs to be in private as the night started coming to and end and as soon as the door was shut they started making out and clumsily taking off each others clothes before falling onto the bed together. james placed a kiss on her neck, making her moan and breathily say, "jamie, come on, no playing around."

the only person who ever calls him jamie is you, every single person teases you about it but you never relent. in james' drunken brain his conclusion is that he's kissing you.

james could never ignore your requests and gives 'you' what you want, he tried his best to be slow but he couldn't, he thrusted into 'you', who he thought was you and started babbling. "god, i love you so much." lily wraps her legs around him causing him to groan. he says your name. your name. he says he loves you. lily realises what is happening and thinks maybe she misheard there is no way that james doesn't love her, not after how long he's been trying to woo and pursue her. that is until she heard him say your name again.

lily pushes him off her and she stares at him, james cocks his head in confusion. she's drunk and angry and so very confused so she storms out the room and slams the door loudly before going into her room, flinging herself on the bed and crying until she falls asleep. the morning after is confusing for james, he's hungover and doesn't remember anything from last night but he knows that lily is ignoring him.

he finally is able to get her alone after some help from sirius, by saying that he needed her for something before leaving them alone, and james asks her why she's so upset and mad. she scoffs. "leave me alone potter." james winces at her tone, now they're dating she always calls him james and only calls him potter when she's teasing him. she turns around to leave and james chases after her. "we're done james! don't talk to me! don't even look at me!" she spits out venomously. his blood runs cold as he just nods, he's never heard her speak like that before, he thought that maybe if he gives her some time she might tell him whats wrong and he can fix it.

she swivels round and marches back over to him, james thinking that she may have already calmed down before he saw her face. she points her finger to his chest, "another thing potter, were you ever going to tell me?" she hissed.

"tell you what?" james asks softly, trying not to anger her anymore but that doesn't work, if anything it just made her more pissed off.

"that you love her!" she throws her hands up exasperated and full of negative emotions towards him and towards you too, despite this is not your fault. james furrows his eyebrows, unaware of what she was talking about or who's she referring too.

"you're in love your best friend! when was you going to tell me james, huh? a year from now, ten years from now? on our wedding day?" she screams at him, not caring if anyone heard.

"oh," james replies quietly, his body posture relaxing.

"oh? is that all you've got to say to me?" she shouts at him.

"yeah. basically. i'll- i'll see you around evans. i really am sorry." james tells her, not really knowing what to say to her before he walks off.

lily's blood boils as he reacts so calmly and doesn't try to defend himself in the slightest. he doesn't try to fight for her. he has the gall to walk away from her.

he spends the majority of his day holed up in his room. he wasn't sure what happened last night but he knows it must have been serious. he's now single. even though she never said the words "we're breaking up" or "i'm dumping you" it was worse. lily hates him and he's now confronted with his feelings. can he really stay in denial and pretend he's not in love with you if lily knows, what if she's told the others. what if she's told you?

he rushes down into the common room, nearly tripping and falling on his way down. he has no idea where you'll be and sirius has the marauders map, maybe you'll be in the gryffindor common room hanging with everyone but you also like the library but you also like- "been look for you everywhere, where've you been all day?" he's interrupted by his train of thoughts by you. he lets out a sigh of relief, you're right here and even if lily has told you you're still cheerfully smiling at him. "jamie, you alright?" you looked concerned after noticing he's just staying silent and not moving.

suddenly he pulls you to him and hugs you tightly, making you giggle. "jamie, this is great and all but you're crushing me." he reluctantly lets go of you and takes you in. your comfy warm clothes you're wearing due to the weather that james finds highly annoying because your clothes are so baggy that he can hardly see your body, he wishes he could see your round frame and your cute soft tummy and plush thighs but you always complain about it being too cold. he looks softly at you, your hair is all messy and windswept, chipped nails from when you've been biting them and picking them because of exams coming up and chubby cheeks prominent as you smile, you look beautiful, perfect.

you put your hands on your hips and look cross at him, playfully, not like lily, but like you're not actually cross, it's not in your nature to stay seriously mad at him. "i've got a bone to pick with you." james freezes up, worried that lily's told you. "why the hell is lily ignoring me? sometimes it's like she's shooting daggers at the back of my head."

james chuckles, "ignore her. we broke up earlier on today." you thought he'd be more torn up about it but he's beaming at you.

"i'm so sorry jamie," you tell him earnestly, grabbing his hands in yours and holding them to your chest.

his heart jumps at how much you care for him. "i promise it's fine. i've realised she was never the one for me." you were about to question what he means by that and to ask him to elaborate and if that means he broke up with her but before you can do that you hear the laughs and chatter of the other marauders come in, they heard that lily and james broke up and came to console him, thinking that he'll be away from everyone in his room only to find him in the common room grinning and laughing, when they saw he was with you it made sense.

594 notes · View notes

da-birb-writes-sometimes · 8 months

Text

Of Truths & Dreams; Malleus Draconia

Dreams can tell you a lot about a person. Their wants, their fears. But sometimes they can tell you the truth, and sometimes it isn't pretty.

Supporting Characters; Lilia Vanrouge & Malenoa Draconia

Content; Soulmate AU (I call them soul matches), gender-neutral reader, can be read as familial, platonic, or romantic, Chapter 7 spoilers, canon divergence, hurt/comfort

Content Warnings; Chapter 7 spoilers, overblot stuff, swearing

Word Count; 5 K

Don't put my work into AI, I will hunt you for sport.

Prologue & Lilia's Story | Sebek's Story

Malleus was born into this world alone. His mother, dead, and his father, missing. It was a miracle that he even hatched, as Draconia eggs required love to hatch. And his grandmother was ridden with grief, over losing her only child. It was no wonder why he was delayed by several centuries. And despite everything, he hatched. But despite his hatching, the love and adoration that people gave him, he was alone. Malleus didn’t feel loved, not in the way that mattered.

His subjects, his guards, his teachers, even his own grandmother loved the idea of him. And he was raised away from the outside world, within the dark halls of Briar Castle. Malleus was an idea, and the hope for the future rather than his own person. It was a lot for a child to handle. So, of course, he would sneak out when he thought no one was looking. The guards would realize rather quickly that the sole heir to Briar Valley, their most treasured royal, was missing. But Malleus didn’t care.

“Good evening,” he greeted the raven gargoyle that was at the westernmost turret of the outside wall. Malleus looked in the direction that the raven did, looking out into the moors. A dense fog had rolled in, covering everything in a white haze. “Do you ever wonder what’s out there?”

He knew that the stone wouldn’t answer him, but he asked anyways. “Grandmother tells me stories you know,” he sighed, taking a seat in one of the carved-out alcoves in the ancient stone. “That Briar Valley will one day be mine to keep. But I cannot rule without a soul match.”

Soul matches were quintessential for the Draconias, after all, it was their own ancestor the Thorn Fairy, who had gifted the fae the blessing. But Malleus had yet to find any trace of them in his dreams. Typically, members of his family were born with their soul match already in their dreams, but Malleus had yet to meet them, his dreams still being black and white, and no blurry stranger to speak of in sight. It was distressing, and he heard the whispered concerns of his grandmother when she thought he was in bed.

And those whispers played in his head. “Is there something the matter with me?” All the young prince got for an answer though was the distant cawing of ravens, and the approaching sounds of footsteps. “Did I do something wrong?”

It felt like he did something wrong. Why else would the Thorn Fairy withhold his birthright to a soul match? Why would she punish him? Had he already not been punished enough?

“So that’s where you were hiding,” the familiar voice of Lilia pulled Malleus from his thoughts. “Come now, young prince, you can’t hide away forever.” Lilia offered his hand for the young boy to take.

Malleus looked at his outstretched hand to his face, and placed his hand in Lilia’s. “Did I upset everyone again?” His voice was quiet as the two of them walked hand and hand down the uneven steps of the turret’s staircase.

Lilia hummed, “Upset? No. Worry? A little bit.” He was used to barking out orders in the battlefield, not looking after children, let alone one so precious to the Valley. But Lilia felt that he needed to, for both his Queen, and the late princess. He had a duty to keep, an oath that he lived by; to protect the royal line.

Malleus frowned, giving the moors a final look before he and his keeper descended into the heart of the castle. “I just wanted to find them.”

“And you will,” Lilia gave the prince a practised smile, as it was still something he was getting used to. “It may just take some time is all.”

“But mother and grandmother both were born with their soul matches already in their dreams. Why is mine not with me now?” Malleus was starting to spit a bit of fire, clearly becoming upset with his own frustration. “Why must they keep me waiting?”

Lilia took a knee, and gently placed his hands on Malleus’s shoulders, looking into his eyes. “Good things come to those who wait. It must mean that the Thorn Fairy is taking her time in finding the best match for you.” Lilia’s eyes searched Malleus’s and he propped himself back up. “So since it is taking a while, they must be very special.”

Malleus was still upset, but that put him at ease. Good things come to those who wait. So the longer he had to wait, the better his soul match should be, and that put his turbulent mind at ease… for now.

…

Malleus was standing in the thick fog of the moors. And it was deathly silent, not even the crickets or the throaty calls of frogs filled in the silent din. “Another dream,” he sighed to himself.

Of course it was a dream, which was obvious due to everything being in various shades of grey, white, and black, but also because he wasn’t allowed past the castle’s outer walls without someone else accompanying him.

“Why have you brought me here,” Malleus quietly asked the fog.

It is said that the Thorn Fairy lived in the moors, that she protected the moors. She put up an impenetrable wall of thorns, to protect her people from those who wished to destroy them. But the moors remained silent, and barren of colour or life. Malleus hummed to himself the lullaby that his grandmother sang to him while he was still a baby, and still in his egg. He has heard this song over the centuries as he lay dormant. Permanently etched into the deepest recesses of his mind. The lullaby was crafted solely for the fae to learn of soul matches.

Malleus stopped humming. He hadn’t met them yet, so it didn’t feel right to hum the original lyrics. “I’ll know you. I will walk with you once upon a dream,” he sang slowly, walking to nowhere in particular, the fog moving gently with his movements. “I’ll know you, that look in your eyes will be so a familiar a gleam.”

He started dancing by himself, making the fog swirl around him. “And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I’ll know you, I know what you’ll do.” Malleus made one large twirl, and all the emotions he had were summoned as fire, setting the dry grass of the moors ablaze, yet he was untouched as his dream was slowly being reduced to ashes.

“You’ll love me at once,” he whispered quietly, “the way you did once upon a dream.” Smoke filled the air, and where there was once light, white fog, there was now heavy, black smoke.

It was simply a dream though, nothing more. But dreams reveal truths, even if we don’t want to confront them.

…

Malleus had missed the entrance ceremony… again, at least Lilia was all over it, but it still rubbed Malleus in all of the wrong ways. But was it really his fault? He had never received an invitation… due to his electronics acting up again due to his own magic, so maybe it was his fault. Maybe next year! … Oh right, he would be a fourth year and not studying within the confines of Night Raven College, so in actuality, there was no next year.

At least there was a familiar face that was new to the dorm, and Sebek was overjoyed and followed Malleus dutifully. But that didn’t really change his own inner turmoil; he is next in line to be king, and yet he wasn’t able to attend something as simple as an annual recurring event? It troubled him, even as he was preparing himself for bed, adjusting his custom pillow just so.

I just wish I were invited? A proper letter. He mused in his own head, before finding himself back in the moors. It was always the moors. By this point he had traversed the entirety of it, and seen everything it had to offer, all of its little secrets. Not hard when he’s had nearly a century of time to do so.

He started humming his version of the lullaby, as he mindlessly floated along a path that he had made with his own footsteps, well trodden. Good things come to those who wait. That’s what he’s told himself, night after night. That’s what he told himself every morning when he woke up. He was getting tired of waiting. He was supposed to have been born with his soul match already in his dreams, but no one had ever appeared in Malleus’s dreams. He was always alone in the moors, with not even animals to keep him company. He was not only isolated in his waking world, the real world, but he was also isolated in his dreams.

Malleus was all alone, he had been alone for a while. Yes, he may have guards, and loyal servants, but above all else, they saw him as their next king, not Malleus; they didn’t see him for him. So maybe it was fitting that he didn’t have a soul match either. Maybe the Thorn Fairy wanted him alone.

Right as those feelings surfaced though, his dream changed. Malleus was very much still in the moors, but the silence was gone. The soft chirping of crickets filled the void. There was life, and it was all at once. The fog was still there, but Malleus could also see the faint lights of fireflies, glowing softly. This, this was new, and he didn’t know what to make of it. The once still moor was now gently rustling, breathing.

In front of him, the fog became dense, and a figure slowly emerged from it, looking around in a confused state. But they then turned their full attention to Malleus, and everything became saturated in violet.

Good things come to those who wait. They were here, they were finally here. Malleus was finally not alone.

“It is a pleasure to finally meet you,” he greeted with a slight bow of his head. He did not know who they were, did not know of their upbringing or social status, but none of that mattered. They were his soul match, which usurped everything else.

He watched curiously as his words floated in front of him, a harsh, neon green. His soul match did the same, watching as the words faded away.

“Uh, nice to meet you too?” Their words, your words, floated in front of Malleus, the same shade of green as his. “Who are you? Where am I?”

Malleus hummed, intrigued by their reaction. Perhaps they were not taught of soul match bonds, which would be understandable, as not all families knew of the bonds the Thorn Fairy had gifted them. “I will explain all in time, for now though, let us walk together, and enjoy this moment. Shall we?”

He extended his hand, waiting for you to take it, but right as your hands were about to meet, your form turned back into mist, leaving Malleus alone yet again in his dream. “Hmm, they must have woken up suddenly… perhaps tomorrow night then…” He murmured to himself, and continued down his footpath, watching the fireflies blink in the distance.

…

That was a weird ass dream, and you were kinda thankful that Grim had rudely woken you up. Kinda being the key word. And you couldn’t really get back to sleep, instead just staring up at the decaying ceiling above you, just wishing that you could go back to sleep. But what was up with the formal-speaking stranger? Why were you in some sort of swamp? Why was everything purple? And why were your words floating in front of you and a bright ass neon green? It was only your first night too… maybe this was just your brain coming up with weird scenarios to distract you from the weirdness you experience while awake? Maybe some inter-dimensional travel side effects? Like some form of jet lag that messed with your dreams? Sure, let’s pin it on that.

“Ughhhh, I hate it here,” you groaned. It would be a few hours before classes even began, so you had plenty of time for utter boredom, how fun. At least you had borrowed some books from the library, a mix of general information — since that ‘headmage’ hadn’t given you a proper welcome or a lowdown on how this world functioned — and just some interesting looking cover. Don’t judge a book by its cover. Sure, but when the book was a deep violet leather-bound book, with green metallic filigree? How could you not be curious about it? It was stunning.

“Of Truths and Dreams,” you whispered to yourself, that was the title of the book, the font in the style of calligraphy from medieval texts. How old was it? Were you actually allowed to touch it, let alone read it? It looked like it belonged in a museum.

You carefully undid the metal clasp, in the shape of a dragon’s claw. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. And you began reading.

Dreams can reveal much about a person; their wants, their fears, their memories. Dreams also hold power, and such power has been bestowed to the Draconia family. And this power comes from our ancestor, the Thorn Fairy.

You snapped the book shut. This wasn’t just a book, it was a diary. You shouldn’t be reading this… but this was a chance to learn more about this world. Learn about it from… You open up the diary again, and find the owner’s name written in the same calligraphy as the title. Maleficia Draconia.

As with all fae, our family too is blessed with soul matches who enter our dreams as we sleep. Our family is different though, as we are born with them already in our minds; our dreams tinted in a colour that represents both of us. They are of utmost importance to us. Without them, we cannot rule. They may become an advisor, a confidant, and in some cases, a lover. That is for both parties to decide though, we cannot use our power or status to influence their decision, no matter how we feel about them, Malenoa. Do not let our draconic greed dictate the relationship. It surfaces as a song. I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, that look in your eye is so familiar a gleam. And I know it’s true, that visions are seldom what they seem. But if I know you, I’ll know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream. Ignore that song, my love, for that is the greed speaking, and not the truth. Ignore it at all costs, for it will stain the heart…

The rest of the diary was left blank, the edges of the paper charred. Turning it back over, you noticed that the entire back of the book was blackened, blackened by fire. And even though you didn’t know who Maleficia was, she had helped you a great lot. Whatever that dream was, that was no ordinary stranger. They were your… soul match? Yeah, whatever that meant.

…

Malleus found himself walking outside of his old haunting grounds, Ramshackle dorm. He was surprised to find it now occupied, but his sadness had morphed into something far more pleasant. He had gained a friend. He had gained you.

“Good evening, Child of Man,” he greeted you, taking notice of the large yawn that escaped your mouth. “More tired than usual I see. You do not need to walk with me tonight if rest is what you need.”

Malleus meant well, in his own odd and formal way. “Eh, it’s nothing, Tsunotarou. I’ll get some shut eye in a bit,” you waved off his concern, and shot him a small smile.

He gave you back a tiny smile, remembering the last time that he gave someone a full smile, they were left scared, not happy. He didn’t want to scare you off. That’s why he let you decide on a nickname for him, that but also names hold power… but he trusted you, he just didn’t know how to bring it up. He didn’t want your friendship to change just because you found out he was the Malleus Draconia, but he also knew that you wouldn’t really care. You didn’t seem like the type to treat him any differently just because of his title. He didn’t want to risk it though.

So the two of you walked around the outskirts of Ramshackle, fireflies lighting the way. Something about them felt familiar though, and it wasn’t from just your nightly walks with your horned friend. You could have sworn you saw them in a dream… now wasn’t the time for that, now was the time to enjoy what time you could get with your friend.

“Hey, Tsunotarou,” you asked him, turning a bit so you faced him. “Do you have a soul match?”

Malleus’s pupils dilated outwards, becoming more rounded rather than harsh slits. “Yes I do, Child of Man. I am rather surprised that you know of the subject,” he breathed out. You really were full of surprises, weren’t you?

Surprised? “How so?”

Malleus hummed to himself, a melody that sounded familiar, but it evaded you. “The bonds of soul matches of fae are only known by fae, which is why I was caught by surprise of you knowing of the term. That is all.” Do you have one, Child of Man? But why does the thought make my tongue go bitter?

“Found it in a book in the library,” you mused. You mentally kicked yourself, you could have given it to him, he may know the family of the previous owner. Maybe you could go hunting for it the next time you found yourself in the cramped halls of the library. A rather large yawn escaped from you, and that was your, and Malleus’s, queue that it was time for you to head off to the land of dreams. “Any who, night, Tsunotarou! Sweet dreams!” You waved him goodbye as he vanished into a puff of fireflies, off into the night.

…

And they were both asleep again, but something felt off. Like there was something dark tainting the dream. It was a familiar sensation, one that made the hairs on your neck stand on end; blot. There was blot in the dream.

“Are you alright,” you asked your soul match, carefully watching their reaction.

They hummed, and turned to look at you curiously, green eyes practically glowing in the dark violet lighting, pupils relaxing from their tight slits into more relaxed ovals. “I am alright, just thinking is all,” their words floated in front of them, still the neon green they were in the beginning.

But the alarm bells were screaming in your head. Screaming at you that everything was definitely not alright. This, this was being calculated, being considered. “You just seem preoccupied… like your mind is elsewhere is all.”

They tilted their head, “I am right here with you.” Their words were blunt, as they typically were. “However,” the lighting darkened, being tainted with more hints of blot, “are you planning on going anywhere?” Are you planning on leaving me, like everyone else?

The words hang heavily in the air. It was no use lying to them, as it would only worsen the situation to lie. “Eventually I have to… I have to go back,” you said carefully, gauging their reaction.

Malleus’s pupils turned into slits again, but he remained calm on the outside. “Go back to what? Do you not like it here?” Do you not like me?

You looked around the bog, “That’s not the case. I have responsibilities back home. I need to go back. I’m …” Sorry. But the word didn’t come out of your mouth. What did you have to apologise for? It was not your fault that you came here, but why did it feel like it?

“I too have responsibilities,” Malleus said quietly, words barely visible. “You cannot go back.” All of the pleasantries were gone, this was a command. “You are staying here with me.”

The blot thickened. Could someone overblot in their dreams? And they started singing, and it was the tune that they’ve been humming since their first shared dream.

“I know you, that look in your eye is so familiar a gleam,” they cupped your face, looking softly into your eyes. “And I know it’s true, that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do…” The violet lighting of the dream had turned almost black, the only lighting being the neon green words dancing around you. “You’ll love me at once, they way you did once-”

You shot up awake, heart beating so fast that you could feel and hear it. You didn’t need your soul match to finish the lyric, for you knew it already… for you had read it in that fire-charred diary. “… upon a dream,” you breathed out.

Your soul match is Malleus Draconia, Tsunotarou, and this was bad. The greed had taken over… alongside the blot.

…

Malleus looked over the forms of his sleeping classmates, singing the lullaby again. He could see everybody’s dreams, except for yours, and it was equally as annoying as it was endearing. Of course his Child of Man would be filled with surprises. Malleus only wished that his soul match was here, for he wished to see their deepest desires, to see how they would be the hero of their own tale. But when he closed his eyes, and tried to teleport to their dreams, he saw nothing. It distressed him too, he knew they were asleep, but he couldn’t see anything.

“Where are you,” he chuckled darkly, a mix of anger but also fear. He should be able to see them, but he saw nothing, nothing except for the moors now engulfed in ink. Devoid of colour and life.

Soul match bonds cannot break, at least not easily. Either they were no longer of this world — which they were not, Malleus could sense that much — or they were underneath a sleeping spell, a Draconia’s sleeping spell.

It meant that they were on the island. They have been so close this entire time. “Now, wherever could you be hiding,” Malleus sighed, looking into every single person’s dreams, looking for his soul match. Their dream should be tinted violet, singling them out to him. And as Malleus hopped from dream to dream, not once did he find the familiar colour. But they were here… he just couldn’t see them. He couldn’t see their dreams.

That left one option. There was only one person who he couldn’t see the dreams of. “You are full of surprises, aren’t you,” he floated over to your sleeping form, coming to sit next to you with a fond look in his eyes, “my dear Child of Man.” And he started humming that song of his, trying to pry into your mind, trying to get back into your dreams, where he could keep a diligent eye on you. “Looks like we have indeed met once upon a dream… that must be why your eyes are so familiar a gleam.”

…

“Yeah, this, this is beyond bad,” you muttered to yourself. You were back in the swamp, up to your chest in thick ink. The once pleasant dream was now, effectively, a trap; a giant glue trap if you will.

A boom of thunder overhead underscored your statement and brilliant flashes of bright purple and green lightning provided the only light for you, everything else was shrouded in darkness caused by the blot. Caused by Malleus. But why, why did he overblot?

“They found a way for me to go back home.” Oh. You're leaving, and add onto that, Lilia coming out from nowhere and saying that he was also leaving because his magic had dried out… That’s why.

“TSUNOTAROU!” You yelled out into the swamp, but all you got as an answer was your own voice causing ripples in the ink. “TSUNOTAROU?!” You tried again. Nothing.

Names hold power, Child of Man, do remember that. You took in a deep breath, steeling yourself for when he manifested himself here. “MALLEUS DRACONIA?!”

A bolt of lightning hit a few metres in front of you, morphing into bright green fire, and then Malleus was standing in front of you, or rather, a part of him. “You called?” He glided easily over the ink, and looked down at you, assessing you.

“What have you done, Malleus,” you refused to tilt your head upwards, instead looking up with your eyes, head remaining level.

Malleus knelt down in front of you, despite him being vastly stronger and of higher status, he still viewed you as his equal. “I did what needed to be done.” He said it so matter of factly, like it made perfect sense. “Now everyone will be happy.”

“You can’t force people to be happy,” you said back, looking into his eyes, searching for the Malleus you knew, searching for your friend. “That’s not for you to decide, Malleus.”

Malleus just hummed at your comment, and he tried to change your dream to something more pleasant, but you remained stuck in the ink. Why can I not change it? I should be able to change it. “They deserve to be happy… You deserve to be happy. Do you not?”

I mean, yeah it would be nice, but I would rather it be because of something other than an overblot, but ya know how it is. “Yes, but not like this… Let me help you, Malleus.”

“I do not need help,” he hissed, tilting your chin up. “Let me make you happy.”

The ink rose, and it was now up to your neck, and you were floating in it. You spared a quick glance down and saw a gentle lilac light shining down from the bottom. This may just be a crazy idea, but it was one worth taking.

You looked back into Malleus’s eyes. “Do you promise?”

Malleus smiled at you, “Of course I do.”

You grabbed him by the arm and pulled the both of you under the surface of the ink, making your eye towards the lilac light.

…

You crawled out of the ink and found yourself, and Malleus, on the outside walls of a grand castle, roses vining their way up the facade in full bloom. Everything was in a gentle lilac light, and fireflies glowed green despite it being daytime. It was idyllic, it was peaceful, the only thing out of place being the blot that dripped off Malleus. Yet it was contained to him, disappearing into a gentle puff of green sparkles when it hit the ground.

“How,” Malleus whispered, his words now a light green, no longer a harsh neon. “How are we here?”

You didn’t know, all you did was follow the light from the bottom of the inky depths. “Do you know this place?” You had no idea where you were, but you weren’t complaining, since you were no longer up to your neck in blot.

Malleus looked up, and there was the familiar raven gargoyle from his childhood. “This is my home,” he turned to look at you curiously. “How did you bring us here, Child of Man?”

“They didn’t,” a velvety voice said. And coming down the stairs was a woman, who looked like Malleus except older, looking like she was probably in her thirties. “I did, my love.”

She gracefully walked over, and cupped his face, looking over his features. And you could have sworn that you saw her absorb some of the blot. “You have grown into a fine young man. But you have let greed overshadow you.”

Malleus looked like he had seen a ghost, and he was frozen in place. “Mother?” His voice was quiet, barely even coming out. “But how?”

The woman, Malleus’s mother, hummed gently, combing her fingers through her son’s hair, slowly absorbing the blot from him. “You can thank them,” she turned to you and gave you a mischievous smile, “all thanks to your soul match.”

She turned back to her son, her face shifting into a more solemn expression. “My love, let me bestow a gift on you… but you won’t see me again. This is the last thing I can do for you. Let me do this though; for you and everyone you love.”

You can’t force people to be happy.

Keep everyone you love close to you, guard them, hoard them.

You’re my friend, I’ll always be with you, even if we’re far apart!

You’ll love me at once-

This was wrong, and Malleus choked on his own blot. The greed, the dark parts of the dragon had won. “Please,” he coughed.

His mother embraced him into a hug, “Spinning wheel of fate, undo this thread of darkness. As Queen of Briar, I shall bestow upon you this gift.” She placed a kiss on his forehead, and all of the blot was gone. “I love you,” she whispered, before her form vanished gently into green and lilac sparkles.

“I’m sorry,” the words floated over to you. Malleus looked tired, exhausted. How much magic had the blot taken from him? He opened his mouth again, but closed it, at a loss for words. “And I understand if… if you want nothing to do with me.”

From your times dealing with overblot, you knew this wasn’t his fault. Overblots are due to trauma, from bottling it all up until someone broke. “Why would I not want anything to do with you? I’m still friends with the others.”

Malleus looked into your eyes, but all he found was honesty… and love, love for a friend. A genuine love.

You extended your hand, “So come on, Tsunotarou. Let’s move forward together.”

And he took your hand. The path forward was sure to be bumpy, but he knew that you would stick by his side, even after this.

Fin!

Author's Note; And this concludes the Soul Match AU! I know in my poll people voted for a fluffy ending, but uhhh, I was possessed by a vision. I might continue this AU for other characters in the future, but for now this is where I've leave it. Thank you for reading!

Tags; @xxoomiii @eynnwwyjth @twistwonderlanddevotee @savanaclaw1996 @krenenbaker

If you like my work, please check out my masterlist [there are 9 other Soul Match works btw]

#twst #twst x reader #twst x gn reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia x gn reader #malenoa draconia #<- i've seen her name as both malenoire and malenoa so i just flipped a coin to decide on which one to use #twst soulmate au #soul match au #started august 15 ended august 18 #i need to go back and add up all of the words for my complete word count #rough estimate; 52000 words #I STARTED THIS ON JUNE 13 2023 WHAT THE FUCK BRAIN #this was all in the span of just over 2 months oh my gods #i'll include in the added thoughts the total word count and how many pages it would be if i ever decided to make a hard copy for myself #writing; powered by hyperfixation~#originally i wanted no fluff or comfort in this but decided to go easy on you #the only one that has made me cry yet is ruggie's; no one else; just ruggie

510 notes · View notes

so-long-soldier-writes · 1 month

Text

Anatomy Class

kai parker x reader

summary: kai + magic + boredom = trouble

tags: high school au, siphoning, magical fingering, masturbation (semi-public)

word count: 1.8k

a/n: i tagged this right next to my dad; you're both 18 in this!

“You have to promise to use this wisely and not get caught with it. Not in school, and certainly not at home,” you reiterate to Kai for maybe the third time in twenty minutes.

“I know, I know! Trust me, princess, I know the risks.”

“If it runs out, I can give you more, but if my parents suspect something’s up, they’ll find a way to contact yours.”

“But what if I run out before the day’s over and it’s just wasted? If I don’t use it, it drains.”

You sigh. “What are you suggesting?”

“I don’t know… can’t I just play with it a little? I can’t do that much damage during school hours. Worst I could do is make some kid trip over his shoelaces.”

“Kai!”

“I’m kidding! But seriously, Y/N…”

“Okay, I see your point. Do whatever you want with it, just don’t get caught.”

“And if I run out, you’ll give me more?” He hates to sound greedy, but he’s desperate.

“Of course. I can’t imagine what it’s like to not have permanent access, so as little as I use mine, I might as well give it to you.” He nods. “But again, be careful.”

“I will.”

“Okay. We’re coming up on the school now. Take my hand.”

He does, and then you nod to him to siphon. “Tell me when to stop.”

Your hands glow, but it doesn’t hurt. Kai says when he siphons his siblings, it hurts them. But you don’t feel any pain. If anything, your body warms with a tingly, pleasure-like feeling. After about thirty seconds, you start to feel a little dizzy though, and decide that’s a good time to cut him off.

“Stop.”

He drops your hand immediately. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. No pain, just a little dizzy.”

“Okay,” he confirms. He’d hate to hurt the one person who’s ever given him any love and attention.

“How do you feel?”

Kai smiles as the magic runs through his veins. He lets out a small moan that settles in the pit of your stomach. “Good,” he finally answers. He then takes the pencil you’ve stuck behind your ear and makes it float in the air.

“Good,” you say, stopping for a moment to kiss the side of his face. You take your pencil back as the school comes into view. “See you in class?”

“Mhm.”

The two of you walk up to the doors together, then part ways for your first class.

You have third period together, but Kai sits all the way in the back, while you’re in the middle row. The teacher assigned the seats, and rudely placed his kids by favoritism: most engaged in the front; most uninterested in the back. Kai’s incredibly smart, but that comes to his disadvantage in school. Most of the lessons are boring; he passes them with flying colors and faces little challenge completing them. He finishes early, or already understands the material, and ends up tapping his foot or fingers during class. Mr. Peters interprets this as disrespect and boredom.

Today in class, you’re reviewing the different systems in the body. Yet another topic that Kai has practically memorized. The final exam is in three weeks, though with the material being as difficult as it is, Mr. Peters has decided to start studying early. The material isn’t too much of a challenge for you, though Kai still has you beat in that matter.

The man makes a list of topics on the chalkboard, then slowly goes down his list asking and answering questions about each one. He asks something and the class responds, but every so often, someone asks their own question, and he launches into a huge explanation for it. It’s during one of your classmate’s questions that you suddenly start to feel a heaviness in the bottom of your stomach.

Immediately, you put a hand to it. Your mind races to think of what could’ve caused it. You hadn’t eaten anything weird that day, nor have you had any aches or pains all week. In the middle of your train of thought, the feeling shifts lower. There’s a pressure traveling south. In the next moment, it feels like circles being rubbed down along your body. Intentional pressure. Kai.

Your brain provides the reason as soon as you recall your morning: you gave him magic.

“Do whatever you want with it,” you had told him.

Well, he sure is now.

Slowly, you turn to face him. His hands are hidden from sight, inside his desk, but the smile creeping on his face is unmistakable. He’s certainly messing with you.

Stop, you mouth to him.

The bastard only winks.

You turn back around and cross your legs over each other, squeezing them tight. There’s no freaking way he’s doing this in the middle of class.

The pressure suddenly increases. You can almost feel the pads of his fingers touching you - one on your clit, two brushing your folds. You bite your lip so hard it might bleed. Your hands are clenched into fists underneath the table.

“Kai, stop,” you think, hoping there’s even a point one percent chance he can read your mind. He doesn’t, though, and if anything, mimics dipping between your folds, feeling your walls.

“The organs involved in the endocrine system are- Y/N,” your teacher stops mid-sentence to look at you, “are you okay?!”

You release your fists, hoping to look less suspicious. “Yeah. I have a stomach ache. Do you- do you mind if I go to the restroom?”

Mr. Peters hurries to his desk for a hall pass. “Not at all. Go to the nurse if it doesn’t feel better in ten minutes.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you.” You take it and hurry out the door.

You spare a glance at Kai on your way out. He smirks at you when you look at him, but then looks back at his hands, clearly focused. The feeling sharpens, and you dash out the door.

As soon as you reach the bathroom, you fling yourself against the wall in the nearest stall. You’re still biting your lip not to moan, but don’t fight the need that brings you to unbuckle your belt to relieve some of the built-up tension. Criminally, it seems Kai can still control you despite the distance. You can still feel his finger-pads petting your walls. The pressure is still on your clit, and it only grows by the minute.

“Fuck,” you mutter, feeling yourself getting close.

You drop two fingers to your clit, rubbing it yourself. Your knees almost buckle, and you have to push your toes against the edge of the toilet to not slip.

“Goddammit, Kai.” It’s a whisper, but you really hope no one else is in the bathroom right then.

You focus on the way he feels on you, as well as the added pressure you’re giving yourself. Within two minutes’ time, you come. It hits you hard. Your knees almost give out, despite the way you tried to hold yourself upright. Your chest heaves; the sensation sends pleasure throughout your whole body. Your vision gets spotty, and soon, your lip starts to bleed. It’s overwhelming in all the best ways.

After another few seconds, Kai seemingly retracts his fingers. You curse him the minute he does, remembering you’re in school, and you’re supposed to be studying in class right now.

The moment you get your bearings, you stumble to your feet and towards the sink. You wash your hands and grab onto the solid material to ground yourself; your brain is still swimming in post-high fuzzies.

“Fuck you, Kai,” you think, again telepathically, hoping he can hear you. If he can, you’d bet your life on the fact that he’s wearing his signature smirk.

When you finally recover, you make your way back to class. You offer Mr. Peters a half smile and report that most of it is gone. “Must’ve been something I ate this morning,” you lie.

He replies with his own smile and a nod, and goes back to teaching.

The moment you sit, you turn to see Kai, who is, in fact, smirking at you. You give him a playful roll of your eyes before turning back to the lesson.

Luckily, that’s his only shenanigan for the day. During lunch and your other classes together, he dares to act innocent. You would scold him for it during lunchtime, but Jo is sitting with you today, preventing that entirely.

The walk back to school provides the perfect timing.

“Malachai Parker,” you say in your best authoritative voice.

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

“Did I do something wrong?! Did I do- you know what you did.”

“I don’t recall.”

“Third period. You and your magic fingers. You-”

“Oh,” he has the nerve to laugh, “that. Did you like that?”

“Did I like that?! Kai, during class?!”

“You said I could do whatever I wanted as long as I didn’t get caught. I didn’t get caught.”

You scoff. “I did not mean for you to do that!”

“But you liked it. What’d you do in the bathroom?”

“What?!”

“Why’d you go to the bathroom?”

“To hide the fact you were fingering me in class! What do you think I went for?!”

“Did you come?”

“Excuse me?”

“Simple question, princess.”

“I did not-”

“Don’t lie to me now.”

“Fine,” you bite your lip, “I did.”

He smiles. “Got you. Knew you liked it.”

“That was so inappropriate! I’d never think you’d be so bold. And when did you know when to stop? You did, like, ten seconds after I finished.”

He chuckles like it’s a game. “The last five times I’ve fingered you, it’s taken you five minutes on average to come. I watched on my watch; three minutes happened in class, two in the bathroom. I gave ten seconds to spare to either get you there if you needed extra time, or to ride you through it. Turns out, I’m pretty spot on.”

“Putting your brain to great use,” you mumble, “and my magic.”

Suddenly, he looks nervous. “You’re still gonna give it to me, right? I didn’t lose my chances to have it, did I? Because I can behave. Y/N, I promise. It won’t happen again.”

You change your attitude to match his. “Oh, baby, no. No, I’m not like that. Don’t you worry about stuff like that. I’m still gonna give you magic, even if you use it in questionable ways.”

“Okay. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. But one condition.”

“Yes ma’am?”

“Wait until actual study time, like in the library, to do it. Not in class. Unless we’re watching a movie.”

“Deal.”

“Good.”

“I love you, you little weasel.”

He scrunches his nose at the nickname. “I love you, too.” Then he chuckles. “I fingered you in class.”

“Kai!”

#this has been in my drafts for months #i'm on a new medication that's tanking my sex drive and i'm struggling to write smut lately #probably tmi but i have no filter with y'all #anyway #kai parker x reader #malachai parker x reader #tvd fanfiction #kai parker oneshot #kai parker smut #high school au #characters are over 18!

145 notes · View notes

widowbitessting · 1 year

Text

A Trio of Brats

How would each of our ladies react/handle R, if while on the elevator up to the penthouse, during a heated discussion, R spanked their ass and said “you’re being a brat”? 😈

18+ ONLY. Minors Do Not Interact.

Pairing: NatashaxReader|WandaxReader|CarolxReader|NatashaxCarolxWandaxReader

Words: 8137

Warnings: Smut, so much smut, strap on, edging, fingering, mommy kink, daddy kink, captain kink, hair pulling, no touching allowed, punishments, Dom/Sub relationships [there’s more but I’ll tag later]

This is my own work. You are not allowed to copy, steal or claim as your own.

If you would like updates on my universe, please feel free to follow littlelivslibrary and make sure notifications are turned on; as a tag list is no longer an option.

- Natasha’s POV -

“You’re not bringing a puppy into the penthouse, Baby.”

You frown over at the back of Natasha’s head.

She is still standing facing away from you, gazing out of the windows.

While you stay near the doors.

She’s been standing like that ever since the two of you had walked into the elevator.

After you had been badgering her the entire car journey to be allowed to bring MJ’s puppy with you.

It’s safe to say you know you’re grating on Natasha; possibly reaching her limit - but does that stop you?

No.

Because there is a cute little puppy on the line.

You can’t back down now.

No. It’s too vital.

And you want to bring the puppy up to show Wanda and Carol.

No matter what Natasha, ever the bossy boots, says.

“I don’t get why though.”

“Because, dumb girl; I don’t want a flea covered, yapping thing let loose in my home. It was bad enough when you brought Hedwig here.”

Your mouth falls open.

“Hey that was mean! I’m not dumb!” You say. “And she doesn’t have fleas. MJ’s keeps amazingly good care of Spider-pup. And Hedwig was a wonderful guest.”

“For someone who frequently locks herself out of her house.” After hearing the name of the dog, Natasha finally looks around: “Spider…pup?”

“Yeah.” You reply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “She’s dating Peter Parker…the biggest Spider-Man fanboy around. Plus, she couldn’t bring herself to yell Princess in the park.”

“And Spider-pup was the way to go, clearly.”

“Yeah.” You reply, edging forwards a little. “Plus I know Spider-pup has a thing for redheads too.”

Natasha’s eyebrows raise and you quickly back peddle.

“Not in a sexual way! She just loves red headed people. Like, adores them. She’d be on your lap all night, Natty.”

You’ve reached her now and you’re about to twirl some of Natasha’s red hair between your fingers, and offer her your best puppy dog eyes; when her hand grips your wrist tightly, stopping you.

“The mongrel still isn’t stepping a paw into my home, baby girl.” She growls. “Nice try.”

You try to snatch your hand away but the older woman holds you firm.

“Now stop pestering me over an animal, Y/N.”

You gasp.

“Did you just full name me?”

“Yes I did. Because you’re being a brat.”

“I’m hardly being a brat…” You reply, before adding on: “Natasha.”

You’re being slammed into the handlebar before you can even protest.

You’re now looking at the view outside, with the hand Natasha still has in a bruising grip, pinned behind your back.

You let out a whimper, moving as the bar digs uncomfortably into you.

“What did you just call me, Y/N?”

“I don’t remember?”

“Don’t. Lie.” Her free hand smacks your ass hard. “Don’t make me ask again.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes.

“I called you Natasha.”

“Why?”

“Because…”

“Because…?” Another hard slap and you wince.

“Because I felt cocky.”

“Such a dumb little baby.” Natasha drags your other arm behind you; pinning both hands in one of hers. “What’s my name, little one?”

“N-”

She slaps your ass so hard this time that you let out a cry, trying to get your wrists free.

“Colour, kitten?”

“Yellow.”

Instantly Natasha spins you around and kisses you deeply; humming when you physically melt into her.

“Good girl, thank you for communicating with me.” She smiles down at you. “What’s my name?”

“Daddy.”

“Good girl. I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you, daddy.”

“I’m still not letting that dog in my apartment.”

She lets you go, seemingly knowing that you’re nearing their apartment and as she walks, you catch her muttering something under her breath.

“You’re being a brat now.”

You slap Natasha’s ass before you can really stop yourself.

And end up swallowing thickly.

“Holy shit.”

Yep, you’re gonna die.

You’re dead.

MJ, you’d better say something good at my funeral.

Natasha turns around, completely ignoring the doors that are now opening.

“What was that?”

She’s glaring at you.

Daring you to say it again.

What the hell, right?

“You’re being the brat…” It’s nothing more than a whisper but you say it.

Natasha lets out a chuckle.

A low chuckle that has you quaking right where you stand.

You glance behind her at the doors which are now closing.

Natasha catches the door without taking her eyes from you.

“Well if I’m the brat then that makes you the Dom, baby.” Natasha steps out of the elevator. “So I think I’ll go ahead and put myself in a time out; you’ll be able to entertain yourself without me, won’t you?”

The colour drains from your face.

“What?”

Turning without another word, Natasha leaves you standing there, completely dumbfounded.

You’re quick to move when the doors shut you off from her, and you manage to weasel through, hot on Natasha’s heels.

“Wait, wait, wait!”

But you don’t get a response from her the entire walk up through the apartment and down to her office.

When she gets there, she offers you a glance and a small, smug smile, before vanishing quickly inside; shutting the door behind her.

For the entire hour she is in there, no matter how many times you knock on the door, attempt to pick the lock - something Natasha herself had taught you - and begged; literally begged, the red head just wouldn’t open the door.

For the entire hour.

The entire long and extremely boring hour.

You end up leaning your back against the door as you text MJ; doing nothing short of complaining of how mind numbingly bored you are, when the door suddenly shoots open and you’re sent flying backwards.

Landing in a thump between Natasha’s heeled feet.

“Hey detka, still here?”

“That was mean, Daddy.”

The red head shrugs.

“Have you finished being a brat?”

“Should I be asking you that question?” You ask.

“Another hour it is.”

You jump to your feet quickly.

“No, no! I’m sorry! Please.”

Natasha is smug as she keeps the door open for you and you scramble inside.

“Well seeing as you apologised…I think it’s time for the good girl to get her reward then…isn’t it…”

You all but jump into her open arms and wrap yourself around her like a koala.

Natasha attacks your neck with vigour, licking and biting at the skin you have to offer her, all the while walking you into the room towards her desk.

You squirm and let out a small whine.

“You’re packing.”

“Would you expect anything less from me, kitten?” she asks coyly.

Natasha drops you unceremoniously on her floor.

“No. Never.”

“Knees. Now.”

You get into position instantly, hands resting on your lap.

“Think you can suck my strap for me? Get it nice and wet for that pretty pussy, baby?”

Your mouth opens automatically, watching with eager eyes as she unzips her pants and takes out her strap.

“Look, baby girl. I made sure to choose your favourite too.”

“Thank you, daddy.”

Natasha cups your face and rubs her thumb over your bottom lip.

“Such a good girl.” She says, “Now stick out that tongue.”

When you do, she spits directly onto it and makes you swallow.

“How did I get lucky to get such a good girl, hmm?” Natasha asks. “Can you suck daddy’s cock for me? Make me feel good?”

You surge forwards without needing anymore instruction.

Sucking most of it into your mouth, you move your hands to Natasha’s legs as you fight the urge to gag almost immediately.

You hear Natasha coo at you as you struggle.

Knowing this wasn’t your forte.

She grips the back of your head and gently guides you down her faux cock.

Enjoying the way your eyes are already brimming with tears.

You wretch loudly and Natasha coos you again.

“Poor baby, doing so well on my cock - such a good girl.”

Spit dribbles down your chin.

When your nose presses into the fabric of Natasha’s pants, you force yourself to breathe through your nostrils.

Trying so hard to stop gagging.

“You okay, detka?”

You give her a thumbs up and it urges her to continue.

Her grip on your hair tightens as she grabs the strands and pulls you back, before dragging you back down.

Over and over.

Until your throat has gotten used to her member.

Until you’re sucking her into your mouth with much more ease.

“There we go, little one. Get it nice and wet for your pussy.”

She fucks your face a few more times, softly pounding her hips into your mouth; forcing her cock down your throat.

When she pulls out, strings of spit still connect you to her strap.

It’s one of the hottest things Natasha has ever seen.

Your chin and neck are covered in drool.

Natasha leans down and kisses you sloppily, humming when you try to suck her tongue into your mouth,

Before hoisting you up off the floor and down onto her desk.

She automatically pulls at your shorts so fast that you’re sure they’re torn.

Natasha flips you on your stomach, fingers dipping into your wetness.

“So wet already, detka.” She murmurs, “did you miss daddy?”

She slaps your ass.

“I did; so much.” You pant, “I’m so sorry for being a brat. So, so, so sorry.”

“Thank you for all the apologies, baby.”

When she finally thrusts into you, your eyes all but roll back and your head screams: “Finally!”

You moan loudly.

So loudly.

“That’s it baby, taking my strap so well.”

Natasha keeps on slowly pushing inside of you, knowing that it's driving you mad.

Once she’s fully inside of you, she pauses for a second, allowing you to get used to her length, to the stretch that parts your walls, before she pulls out slightly and thrusts back in.

“Oh good girl.” Natasha sighs, pulling out again.

When she slams in, you let out a startled moan, near head butting her desk.

Her new pace is just brutal, holding your hips as she pounds over and over into you.

Natasha is chasing her high, just as you are yours.

The end of her strap rubs deliciously against her clit.

Mix that with your moans and the sounds coming from between your legs, Natasha is already close.

“You’re such a good girl when you want to be, kitten.” She lets out a shaky breath.

You preen under her words, shuffling on the desk as you start bouncing back on Natasha’s strap.

“That’s it slut, take my cock.”

You angle your hips down, jolting when it hits the spongy spot inside of you.

Oh, that feels so good.

Christ, how were you so close already?

But then again, you've lost all sense of time.

“Is my little baby gonna cum?” Natasha asks, voice slightly breathless.

“Uh-huh. Please, please can I cum, daddy?”

Not bothering to give you a verbal reply, Natasha pounds into so fast you’re sure the back of your thighs are going to bruise.

She watches with glee as your hands wrap around the edges of the desk to try and stop your body jolting with each thrust.

Your moans bounce off the walls.

The coil in your stomach tightens as Natasha constantly hits your g-spot.

“Cum. Cum now or don’t bother at all.”

Your orgasm is torn out of you, just as is the exhausted scream that follows; your legs tremble and you would have slid off the table right there and then if it wasn’t for Natasha holding your hips in death grips.

A few more thrusts and Natasha reaches her high too; slamming into you one final time before she lets out a whine and stills, body shuddering.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Your legs have become jelly. Your pussy too sensitive to take anymore.

Natasha pulls out, quickly leaning down to lick a long strip through your folds before standing up straight and turning you round.

When she kisses you, all you can taste is your own arousal.

You pull back and lick the tip of her nose.

“Am I forgiven, daddy?”

“Yes, detka.” Natasha smiles. “How does a shower sound?”

“A shower sounds amazing.” You reply, grinning.

“Good.”

You reach down to pick up your shorts but the redhead snatches them from you.

“You won’t be needing them, silly girl.”

You can’t help but grin.

“Yes, daddy.”

You walk to the office door, turning when Natasha calls your name.

“I’m still not letting MJ’s dog in my home, Y/N. Don’t think I’ve forgotten.”

- Carol’s POV -

“No. Means. No.”

“Oh come on, Carol!”

You follow the blonde into the elevator, a box containing the most delicious pie you have ever tasted, in your hands.

“No, kitten. You heard me. We are not eating pie before dinner.”

You stand next to her as she beeps her card and presses the button for the penthouse.

“Car, come on. What’s the worst that could happen, hmm? We don’t eat all of our dinner? Wow, call the cops now.”

“The worst that could happen is you getting put in your place, little girl. Don’t make me throw that pie out of the window, because I will.”

You hold it closer to your chest.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Using her full height against you, Carol towers down at you and narrows her eyes.

“Try me.”

You shuffle back, taking your precious pie with you.

Carol follows.

“I see this thing as my child; you throw this out and you’re throwing my…like heart out too…”

“God you’re so fucking dramatic.” Carol rolls her eyes. “Plus you want to eat that pie. How sick is that?”

You open and close your mouth a couple of times, unable to think of a snarky reply.

“That’s what I thought.” Carol replies, “want me to shut that mouth for you, kitten?”

Glowering up at her, you do it yourself.

“Are we finished going on about this stupid pie now?” She asks.

“S-stupid pie?” You look down at the box. “Carol, I’m hurt. Hurt! This pie is not stupid; it’s a beautiful creation and I think I’m in love with it.”

Carol laughs, exasperated.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, baby.”

“Y’know what else is cute, Carol?” You ask before holding the box out. “This pie. And it’s cruel for us to wait to eat it until after dinner.”

“Y/N…” Carol warns. “I’m getting sick of hearing about it. I mean it. We’re eating it after dinner. Or not at all.”

You glance down at the box in your hands.

“Fine.”

Smiling, Carol leans down to kiss your forehead.

“I knew you could listen to instructions; good girl, kitten.”

“It’s amazing what happens when you threaten my pie, isn’t it?”

Carol smirks.

“It sure is.”

The two of you settle down, Carol taking her phone out of her pocket to check a couple of emails while you find it really hard to not roll your eyes.

God, the whole thing is stupid.

What was the big deal anyway?

Food is food, right?

You open the lid and inhale the sweet smell of the treat in your hands; mouth instantly filling with drool.

Your stomach rumbles.

“Fuck, I’m so hungry.” You scrape a little of the crust off with your finger and pop it into your mouth. “Can’t we just, like I dunno; nibble the crust, Carol? Consider it an amuse-bouche.”

You’re too busy giggling at your very pitiful joke to notice Carol.

Maybe if you had you could have gotten away from the situation.

Doubtful.

But maybe.

The pie is snatched from your hands before you can fully process what’s happening and thrown on the ground.

"Hey!"

You’re then pinned by the blonde, back bouncing on the elevator wall; where, not even waiting for you to reply, Carol’s hand trails up your chest, tickles at your neck before settling in your hair.

She grabs a handful, relishing in the way you flinch, readying for her to yank.

“Kneel.”

“Excuse me?” You say.

“You heard me, kitten. Kneel. Remember your place.”

You shake your head.

The final nail in your coffin.

Carol’s hand slams down on your shoulder and she pushes you down onto your knees.

You quickly find it difficult to maintain eye contact with the incredibly smug woman standing over you.

The second you look away, she cocks her head to the side.

“Where you looking at, kitten?” Carol asks. “My eyes are up here. You know I like looking at your pretty eyes.”

You make yourself look at her.

And as you part your lips to talk, Carol roughly pushes two fingers into your mouth.

“Brats don’t get to talk.” She growls.

You choke as Carol’s fingers hit the back of your throat; and when you try to pull back, the other woman doesn’t let you, the grip on your hair tightening to keep you in your place.

“Where are you going, baby?”

Carol fucks your mouth a few more times before keeping them lodged between your lips; loving the way your eyes widen and you gag around her.

Carol doesn’t miss the small intake of breath through your nose when her boot grazes your core.

She pulls her fingers from your mouth, deliberately pressing down on your tongue to just earn one last gag before her digits leave fully.

Spit dangles from her glistening fingers and she wipes them clean on your cheek.

“Stay.”

You look at her in confusion; watching as she crosses the elevator to hit the STOP button; causing you to nearly fall out of your kneeling position from the floor.

When Carol returns to you, you try to speak again, voice your innocence, but she raises an eyebrow and your voice dies in your throat.

Her feet shift and one slips between your spread legs.

“There’s a good girl, that’s what I thought.”

You stay where you are, legs spread on the elevator floor with one of Carol’s feet between them.

“Look at you,” she mockingly pouts, “on your knees for me. Right where you belong.”

Carol lifts her foot and smiles when you jerk.

“You think bad girls have the right to try and get off on my feet?”

She moves her foot and you all but whimper when the contact leaves you.

“But considering you look so fucking cute right now…I’d say you deserve…something…” Carol’s face is incredibly smug. “Go ahead and hump my shoe, slut. I'll allow it.”

Your eyes go wide.

“W-what?”

“You heard me, baby.” Carol says. “Or is that dumb submissive brain of yours too fuzzy to understand simple instructions?”

Her boot goes back between your legs and presses right against your clit.

“Hump my fucking shoe or I’ll turn your ass red. The choice is yours.”

You move automatically, despite the humiliation slapping you right in the face, and grind yourself down onto Carol’s shoe.

The friction feels amazing and it causes your eyes to flutter.

“Oh.”

“Go on. Get yourself off on my shoe. It’s a nice sight, I won’t lie.”

You roll your hips and groan.

When you try to sit up, to rearrange yourself on her shoe; Carol’s hands slam firmly on your shoulders again and shoves you back down; grinding you against her boot.

“Fuck, c-captain.”

“What was that, baby girl?” she asks.

“Nothing, captain; I’m sorry.”

“Maybe you need something in that mouth of yours…to keep you quiet. What do you think?”

You go to reply when two of Carol’s fingers re enter your mouth.

“Suck them.”

You’re quick to do as you’re told, sucking on her digits as if your life depends on it.

“There’s a good girl. Knew I’d find better use of that mouth instead of talking utter shit.”

You gag loudly when her long fingers poke at the back of your throat.

“You know,” Carol continues, shifting her boot to make you groan, “you’re such a good girl when you’re not complaining about your stupid pie.”

Something clicks in her brain and she smiles deviously down at you.

“I think I might take you up on your offer from earlier, sugar.” She continues, gripping your jaw tighter when you try to speak.

And then just like that, everything stops.

You can only watch helplessly as she moves away from you and picks up the box.

You miss how good her shoe made you feel.

You clench your thighs, pussy throbbing.

When she opens the box lid, you can’t help the pathetic whine when you see your delicious pie in front of you.

You swallow thickly.

“It smells delicious, kitten.” Carol says; eyes snapping to you when you open your mouth again.

You watch, mouth agape as she breaks off a part of the crust and pops in into her mouth; moaning loudly when the buttery flavour explodes on her taste buds.

“And this is just the crust, I can’t wait to eat the whole thing.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh? And what’re you gonna do about it, brat?”

You’re on your feet in seconds, legs shaking from being knelt down for a long period of time.

“You’re the one being the brat now, not me.”

How you manage to slap Carol’s ass before she pins you to the wall is beyond you.

Yet somehow you manage it.

The blonde is seething.

“Say that again.”

You meet her eyes and all the courage you have vacates your body.

“I-I’d rather not, thank you.”

“It isn't a request, Y/N. It's an order.”

“I -”

“3.”

“Don’t count!”

“2.”

“I said you was the brat!”

“And why did you call me a brat?” Carol asks.

“Because.”

“Because?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh? An apology already?” Carol grins. “Where did that bratty energy go?”

“It left. Really quickly.” You pout slightly. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry, baby?” She leans to kiss your jaw. “Really sorry?”

“Mhmm.” You whine when her teeth nip at your skin.

“I guess that’s okay then isn’t it, if you’re really sorry.”

You’re sceptical at first - because why would she let you get away with being a brat so quickly? - but when her hand slips into your pants, the scepticism dissolves.

Her long fingers circle your clit and you let out a small whimper.

“Does that feel good, kitten?”

She grabs your jaw with her other hand.

“Use those words, baby.”

She says this as her fingers dip inside of you, pulling back before she fully does.

“Yes, captain.” You whisper. “Please.”

“Oh such a good girl, using her manners for her captain.”

She lifts you with no effort, yanking your pants and knickers down to your knees before shoving two fingers easily inside of you.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby girl. I love it.”

Carol moves you again, carrying you across the elevator with her fingers still inside of you and somehow - you’re not sure how - presses the button to make the elevator move.

Your back ends up pressed against the elevator doors and you gasp when the cool steel presses against your ass.

“What if someone comes in?” You gasp out.

Carol adds a third finger, enjoying the way you react to her stretching you out.

You whimper, teeth clamping down on your bottom lip.

“Then you better cum fast, baby girl.”

You nod.

You can do that.

You wrap your legs around her waist, moaning when Carol growls.

Her teeth find home at your neck and she bites and sucks at what you have to offer her.

“Gonna mark you up,” she says, licking the large red mark she had just made.

You grind against her hand.

Her fingers squelch inside of you. “Everyone will know who you belong to.”

“You, captain. I belong to you!”

Her thumb rubs at your clit and you have to bite down hard on your bottom lip to stop yourself from screaming out.

“Good. Fucking. Girl.”

“Oh god, yes, right there - please!”

You’re stuffed with Carol’s fingers, clenching around them as she moves and curls inside of your pussy.

Lewd, wet noises fill the elevator.

It should be embarrassing but it isn’t.

Not when you’re feeling this good.

“Mmm, close, so close.”

It’s almost obscene how quickly they can make you cum.

“I’m gonna c...!”

Your body tenses -

- and Carol abruptly removes her fingers from you, throwing your legs down as she goes.

“What? What are you doing?”

You hastily pull your pants back up, breathing heavily.

“Brats don’t get to cum, silly girl.”

Your eyes all but bulge from your head.

Sucking her fingers, she grabs onto you when the doors to the elevator open, stopping you from tumbling out.

You don’t even notice, far too enraged by your denied orgasm.

“What?! That’s not fair!”

“Shall we make it a week of edging then instead of just tonight, kitten? ‘Cos that wouldn’t be fair.”

You hastily shake your head.

“I - let’s not be too hasty now.”

“That’s what I thought.” Carol towers over you. “Now, fetch your pie and come along little kitten. You’ve got a long night ahead.”

- Wanda’s POV -

“I can’t believe you dropped your coke, Y/N.”

“I didn’t do it intentionally!” You’re all but pouting as you stomp into the elevator to the penthouse. “I was looking forward to drinking it too; stupid curb. I could have broken my neck.”

“Bit dramatic there, detka.” Wanda smiles, slurping her drink, just loud enjoy to make you glare.

She moves the reusable carrier bag to rest in the crook of her arm. “I’d have caught you.”

“You were doubled over laughing, Maximoff. When would you have caught me?”

“After I finished laughing, duh.” Wanda hands you her drink.

You accept it happily and inhale a large mouthful, momentarily struggling to swallow all the carbonated bubbles.

“Also, Maximoff, huh? Channelling your inner Natasha and Carol there are you?”

You shrug as you continue to drink her soda.

“So what if I am?”

You watch as Wanda commands the elevator to take you to their floor before coming to stand in your personal space.

She taps your nose.

“I prefer you calling me Wands.” She whispers, leaning down to take the straw into her mouth. “Or mommy. I know how much you enjoy calling me mommy.”

She says it with such nonchalance that it takes your brain a second to understand what she just said to you.

“I don’t…you…” Your voice trails off and you suddenly find you can’t keep Wanda’s eye contact.

She giggles and your brain mercifully starts to work again.

“I love how flustered that makes you, baby. You’re so cute.”

“Oh whatever.” You scoff, shoving Wanda away with a smile.

She lets out a giggle but doesn’t budge too far from you.

“It’s so easy to do. Even when I’m not fully in dom mode, I can still make you blush. Talk about giving me an ego boost, sweetheart.”

“I can easily burst your bubble, Wands.”

“Oh yeah?” She raises an eyebrow. “Go on then. Burst my bubble. I dare you.”

“You dare me?”

“Mhmm. I’m waiting.” She checks her watch. “Although, if you make me wait any longer I might end up ageing a few years…”

“I -” You start but when Wanda’s lips suddenly find your neck, you falter. “That’s….that’s mean.”

“Use your words, baby.” She sucks on your skin. “Go on.”

“I…just…” You’re begging your brain to function. It becomes increasingly difficult, especially when Wanda drags her teeth over your collarbone. “Y-you…”

“Yes, baby girl?” Wanda moves up to suck your earlobe into her mouth. “My not-at-all-flustered-baby-girl.”

You shut your eyes and try your best to focus.

“I’m not - I’m…” You swallow thickly. “I’m not flustered. I don’t get easily flustered.”

“Just admit defeat, baby.” She kisses along your jaw until settling on your lips, kissing you once, twice, three times. “My flustered girl, I love that I can do this to you.”

“You do?”

“Yes, detka.” Wanda mercifully pulls back slightly, giving you enough space to regain some control of your thoughts. “It’s so hot.”

Your cheeks blush.

“Even if you do try to lie to me.”

“I didn’t lie.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

“Mhmm.”

“Tell that to your crimson cheeks, baby girl.” She winks before stepping fully out of your personal space. “You cutie pie. Trying to lie to your mommy. You know I don’t like liars, sweetheart.”

“What’re you gonna do about it, mommy?”

She leans down and recaptures your lips with her own; holding the side of your face with her free hand in a gentle caress.

It’s a tender moment.

And you fall fully into it.

“For that, I’m gonna play our new video game when you’re in school this week.”

You pull away from her.

“You what?”

“You heard me, baby.”

You let out a whine, frowning.

“But that’s not fair!”

“It isn’t?” She asks, grinning, showing her pristine white teeth. “How so, baby?”

“B-because you’re gonna learn all the tricks and I’ll be at a disadvantage when we play!”

“Aww,” Wanda mock pouts down at you. “Such a silly little thing. You won’t be at a disadvantage.”

“So…wait, you’re not gonna cheat?” You ask, tilting your head slightly.

“I didn’t say that.” Wanda replies. “I’m gonna learn everything whilst you’re stuck in class. You’re not gonna be at a disadvantage, detka; you’re gonna be at a loss when we play.”

You gape up at her.

“And then when you get home to me, I’ll make you a bet that I just know you won’t be able to refuse…”

“I’d be able to refuse it.” You mumble in a hushed tone.

“Shh baby, mommy’s speaking.” Wanda bumps her nose to yours. “When you lose my bet, your ass is gonna be mine.”

“I - I won’t fall for your bet.”

“You won’t?” Wanda asks. “My stubborn, proud, little girl, won’t accept a bet I lay out for her…won’t take the chance to try and prove me wrong?”

Oh you can feel the moment your eye starts to twitch.

“No…I won’t fall for it, Wanda.”

Wanda smirks.

“I think you already have, buttercup.”

The elevator dings, catching Wanda’s attention.

“Come on, kitten. Mommy wants a cup of coffee.”

She turns and you find yourself staring at her ass.

You glare at her.

“You’re being such a brat.”

Those five words alone are going to get you into trouble.

But you don’t stop there.

No.

Of course you don’t. It’s you.

The temptation to spank her overrules any logical thoughts you have and, without fully thinking the idea through, you smack Wanda’s ass.

With a lot more power than you had anticipated.

The older woman jerks, a surprised noise passing her lips.

She turns to you slowly, both eyebrows raised in shock.

You stare at her.

Just as shocked.

“I - you…”

“Did you just spank my ass, little one?”

“No.”

“Again with the lies.”

“I’m not -”

Her hand is in your hair so fast; palm scraping against your scalp before her fingers latch down, hard.

You let out a tiny squeak as she holds you where she wants, eyes glaring down at your stunned face; your eyes lidded in pleasure.

“Did you smack my ass, baby girl?” Wanda asks.

You’re finding it really difficult to maintain eye contact with her.

“So what if I did?” You ask, the adrenaline from Wanda pulling your hair fuelling your brat energy.

“Oh, so that’s the mood you’re going with is it?” Wanda’s smile grows. “For a second I really thought you were gonna chicken out on me, sweetie.”

You avert your eyes from her gaze and Wanda quickly rectifies it; hand dropping from your hair to grip your chin.

She lifts your face up, tilting her own head to the side when you try your best to keep from looking at her.

“Aww, is the little baby too afraid to look me in the eyes now?”

“No.”

“Then look at me.” Wanda orders simply.

When you still refuse, she sighs.

“Come now, baby girl; look at me or I’ll let Natasha and Carol deal with you.”

You tentatively peak up at her.

Wanda’s grip on your chin tightens.

“Ignore me again and I’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to walk for days; is that understood?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, mommy.”

“Good girl.” Wanda kisses your nose. “Coffee?”

“Coffee sounds perfect.”

Two minutes later and the two of you leave the elevator, hand in hand; softly discussing your upcoming game night plans, when you hear it.

Gentle moans coming from the front room.

While you pause mid step, Wanda continues on, dragging you with her without stopping to check if you’re okay.

“Wanda!” You whisper, “I think they’re busy!”

“Who? Our girlfriends, you mean?”

You’re blushing.

“I know that.” You reply, gripping her hand as you climb the stairs. “But they’re having alone time.”

Wanda can’t help but grin.

“You’re so fucking adorable, baby. Come on, it’s okay. They won’t mind. If anything, seeing us watch will spur them on…”

What you’re met with, is Carol kneeling between Natasha’s bare legs as she laps away happily at her pussy.

Natasha, with her hair shoved messily on her head, has her eyes screwed shut.

Her hips jerk and she gasps, then letting out a little sigh when Carol inserts two fingers into her.

“There you go, my love.” Carol mutters, moving away to kiss Natasha’s inner thigh.

“If you make me squirt on our couch, I won’t be impressed, Danvers.”

“Challenge accepted, Romanoff.”

Carol throws Natasha’s left leg over her shoulder and pulls her closer.

Casting a devious wink up at the red head, Carol licks her lips and dives back in, feasting on the other woman like it was her last meal.

You can only watch, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as your eyes gaze over Carol’s toned arms pinning Natasha in place.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Wanda asks, glancing at you. “See something you like?”

“I’m just -”

You’re too enamoured by Natasha and Carol to even notice Wanda moving around you; placing her things down before going to stand back at your side.

She moves your hair from your neck and peppers kisses at the skin you offer to her, grasping your body to stop you from pulling away in surprise.

“Hush now,” She whispers, earning fresh goosebumps to rise where her breath tickles you. “You wanna watch them with me, baby?”

You let out a breathless moan as Wanda licks up to your earlobe.

She takes it between her teeth and nibbles.

“But…we…”

“Use your big girl words.”

You try to drag your eyes away but Wanda is one step ahead of you; she grabs a fist full of your hair again and keeps your head from moving.

“Watch, baby girl.”

Wanda’s right arm moves slides around your stomach to dip between your waistband.

“What do we have here?” She murmurs, dragging one slender finger over your clit. She moves lower, to the slight damp patch giving you away. “Did mommy do this? Or is it because you’re watching our captain eat daddy’s pussy?”

You drag your eyes from Carol’s tongue, watching in a daze as it disappears inside of Natasha, to glance back at Wanda.

She’s watching you both with a similar gaze; pupils blown wide with lust.

When you look back to the pair on the sofa, you’re met with dazzling green eyes staring at you.

“Looks like we’ve got some onlookers, moya lyubov’.” Natasha’s breath hitches.

When Carol turns to you and Wanda, her mouth shimmers.

“Are you two gonna join us?”

“I was thinking of something different.” Wanda replies, removing her hand from between your legs.

You let out a whine, wincing when Wanda’s grip on your hair tightens.

“Don’t think I forgot about your little stunt, brat.” She shoves you forward.

“Oh? Has our baby girl been naughty?” Natasha asks, letting out a loud moan when Carol curls her fingers.

“Our baby girl thought it was appropriate to slap my arse and call me a brat.”

You snap your head to look at Wanda; eyes wide in shock.

“You said you wouldn’t tell!”

Wanda shrugs. “I never said such a thing. But maybe now you’ll rethink your actions, detka.”

“Oh, she has been a bad girl.” Carol is grinning against Natasha’s folds.

“And I think I know the perfect punishment…” Wanda replies, squishing your cheeks between her fingers. “Kneel.”

“No I don’t -”

“I. Said. Kneel.”

Wanda’s hands move to your shoulders and she shoves you down to the floor.

You end up on your knees with Wanda’s hands clamped on your shoulders, painfully close to Natasha and Carol.

“Now, be a good girl and stay put. Mommy needs to get something just for you.”

You all but sigh in relief when Wanda removes her hands from you and she quickly leaves the room.

You move on instinct, your knees already sore from the wooden floor.

But Natasha, even with her eyes shut in pleasure, just knows you’re trying to move and she catches your arm in a vice grip.

“Mommy told you to stay, little one.”

Another harsh tug and you’re pulled forward, landing on your hands, nose bumping into Natasha’s raised leg.

“I - um -”

“Why don’t you watch daddy cum, baby girl?” Natasha gyrates her hips on Carol’s face. “Fuck, baby, I’m so close.”

Natasha’s grip tightens on arm and you wince, automatically pulling away.

“Kiss me.”

You glance at Carol, who is leaning up from Natasha. She’s looking at you with wet lips; her fingers still working in and out of the red head.

“What?”

“You heard me.” Carol says, “kiss me. Come here.”

You do as you’re told, leaning across to capture Carol’s lips with your own.

You immediately taste Natasha’s arousal. It attacks your senses.

It coats your lips, fills your mouth and invades your nose.

You quickly get lost in it, sucking on Carol’s tongue.

The blonde pulls back, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you.

“Fuck.” You whimper.

“Now what’s this about you spanking mommy, hmm?” She asks, trailing her thumb across your lip.

“I didn’t mean it, captain.” You give her your best doe eyed look, sticking out your bottom lip for good measure.

It only earns a snicker.

“Nice try, baby.”

And just like that, Carol shoves you away from her.

With such force that you topple onto your ass.

Just as Wanda re-enters the room holding a collar and a leash.

Looming over you, Wanda motions you to sit by her feet.

You do as you’re told, quickly; earning a soft “Good girl.” to be whispered in your ear.

You’re far too infatuated with Wanda that you miss Natasha’s eyes rolling to the back of her head as her orgasm rips through her.

You want nothing more than to watch her fall apart, but the stern look that Wanda gives you is enough to keep you in place.

“You want to be my good little pet?” she asks, locking the collar around your neck. She checks the tightness and then asks if it feels okay on you.

You nod and Wanda connects the leash to the heart shaped part of the collar.

“Then good little pets obey and listen to their owners, do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, mommy.”

“I like where this is going.” Carol mutters to Natasha.

“Come.”

Crawling behind Wanda’s feet, and earning a few slaps on your ass from the other two women, she moves until she has you kneeling in front of the coffee table.

You silently watch her as she ties the end of the leash to the table leg.

“Good little pets also deserve to be punished for spanking their mommies, don’t they?”

You pout and nod.

“…yes mommy.”

Wanda walks back to Natasha and Carol, kissing them both deeply before whispering something into their ears.

Just quiet enough that you can’t fully make out what she’s saying.

You’re interested.

Curious as to what is being said.

“My devious, devious little switchy.” Natasha grins, pulling Wanda in for another kiss.

“Maybe this will teach our little brat to think before she acts.” Carol says, glancing at you.

“Tell her, moya lyubov’.” Natasha tells Wanda. “ So the poor girl doesn’t get into more trouble.”

“You’re to sit there baby, as Natasha and Carol fuck me. You’re not allowed to be involved. No touching. No whining. No moving. Do I make myself clear?”

Your face falls.

Your good girl act crumbles.

The brat inside of you rises up, screaming like a banshee.

How could they do this to you? Over something so small?!

Your eye twitches and you open your mouth to fight back.

“Behave, kitten.” Natasha orders. “Or should I take matters into my own hands and make use of our new paddle?”

The words die on your tongue.

Your inner brat dropping to hide once more.

And now you know exactly why Wanda placed you directly in front of them.

You’re in the front row seat of torture.

“That’s what I thought. Dumb baby.”

“I’ll ask again: do I make myself clear, Y/N?”

“Yes!”

A single eyebrow raise.

“Yes, you make yourself clear, mommy.”

“Such a good little pet.”

Wanda’s top gets torn off first by Carol, quickly followed by her leggings.

“You’re gonna make the cutest sounds for us, bunny.” Natasha says, nipping at Wanda’s neck. “All for us.”

“Yes, daddy.” Wanda replies, letting out a shuddering breath when teeth scrape her collarbone.

You lick your dry lips, hands curling into fists on your lap.

This is so unfair, so unfair!

You shuffle forward, yearning to get nearer; eyes watching the two women as they begin to devour Wanda.

Jealousy pangs through you.

You swallow what moisture you have in your mouth and try to move forward again.

Only, this time, the leash prevents you from moving.

It strains, keeping you in your place.

The collar presses into your neck but you don’t stop.

You continue to lean forward, determined to be part of the fun happening in front of you.

The table drags loudly against the floor and you instantly freeze, eyes going wide.

Three pairs of eyes turn to look at you.

“She’s really being determined to be a fucking brat today, isn’t she?” Carol says. “I say we add to her punishment. See if she finally listens then.”

You cower back as Carol approaches, Wanda’s long sleeved shirt in her hands.

Behind her, Natasha pins Wanda down on the sofa and kisses her deeply.

“Now, now,” she says, stroking your cheek. “Less of that. You’re safe, remember. Check in with me.”

“Green…a little yellow, but it’s because I’m nervous.”

Carol smiles, leaning down to kiss you.

“I’m only going to blindfold you, my love. Is that okay?”

“Yes, it’s okay.” You pout up at her, “just please let me touch you. Please.”

“Poor thing,” Carol quickly kisses you again. “But it’s not me you should have begged to.”

“Wait -”

But Carol doesn’t let you finish your sentence; doesn’t let you finish your plea for pleasure.

She wraps Wanda’s sleeves around your face, tying them behind your head, cutting off your vision of Natasha kissing down Wanda’s stomach.

“No…”

You know you look ridiculous but it’s the least of your worries.

Instinct takes over and you go to grab at the offending material over your eyes but Carol’s catches your wrists before you can.

“Keep them on your thighs and do not move them. There. Some more rules for that pretty head to follow.” Carol says. “Think you can do that?”

“Um, I think so.”

“I want you to tell me what you’re not allowed to do. Now. Just so I know we’re on the same page, kitten.”

You open your mouth and Carol leans down to attack your neck.

You’re not expecting it, caught fully unaware and you let out a startled scream, body jerking back so suddenly that you tumble off your knees and onto your ass.

Again.

Carol lets you fall and you just know she’s smiling.

“Mean.”

“Mean?” Carol asks. “No, my sweet, sweet girl; this is mean.”

You’re stripped down to your underwear in record speed, despite how much of a fuss you put up.

“On your knees.”

Wanda is whimpering.

You want nothing more to see what Natasha is doing to her.

“How? I can’t see.”

Carol chuckles as Wanda lets out a soft, “Fuck.”

“Ever the fucking brat.”

One spanked - and slightly redder - ass cheek later, you’re back in your original position with your hands clenched into fists on top of your thighs.

“Now, what is it you’re not allowed to do, kitten?” she asks.

“Well I’m not allowed to see for one thing…”

A hand slithers around your throat and gives you a warning squeeze.

“With less attitude, darling girl.”

Hearing Natasha’s voice so close causes you to gasp.

When did they switch?!

“I’m…not allowed to touch myself…to whine or to move…”

“Annnnd…” Natasha encourages, finger circling your nipple into a hardened point.

“Please, Captain, please!” Wanda groans from the sofa.

You shuffle uncomfortably on the floor.

“I’m not allowed to watch.” You say. “Or move my hands.”

“Good girl, following my orders so well.” A kiss is pressed to your cheek. “Stay put now, yes? Daddy and Captain want to enjoy their bunny without the disruptions.”

Without waiting for a reply, Natasha leaves you.

It doesn’t take long for Wanda to become more vocal.

Every whimper, every moan is heightened and your body reacts when you hear them.

“Bend your legs for me, bunny.” Carol says as you let out a shaky breath. “Let captain see that gorgeous pussy of yours.”

God, you’re going to ruin your knickers.

“Fuck, she’s so wet. It’s dribbling down her thighs.” Carol continues. “Can captain eat your cunt? Make you feel good until you’re cumming on my tongue?”

Your nails are digging into your palms.

Wanda lets out a loud moan and you almost do too.

“Yes, captain, please!”

“I just wanna see, please, let me watch.” You beg.

It goes ignored.

You’re so jealous.

Natasha and Carol continue their feast.

Blissfully.

They don’t stop until Wanda is a sobbing mess.

Until she’s moaning and writhing just for them.

It should be for you.

You should be making her feel this good.

While Natasha and Carol watch.

It’s not fair.

By Wanda’s first orgasm, you’ve lost track of how long you’ve been on your knees.

When Wanda cums again, the pins and needles in your legs have set in.

After her third orgasm, you’re a panting mess; and this is when you’re finally given reprieve.

The makeshift blindfold is carefully removed from you and it takes a couple of seconds for your eyes to adjust to the lights in the room.

It’s Wanda who crouches in front of you, helping you switch positions so your legs can stretch.

She smiles lovingly at you, sweat glistening on her forehead.

The smell of sex fills your nose.

Your mouth waters.

“Have you learnt your lesson, love?” she asks and you all but jump to reply.

“Yes! Yes, mommy I have! I’m so sorry for calling you a brat and spanking your ass!”

Carol and Natasha appear at your sides.

They’re in varied stages of undress: Wanda completely bare, Natasha has nothing but her bra on while Carol has the pair of boxers she wears when wearing your current favourite strap.

“Will you do it again?”

Maybe.

“No. I won’t.”

Wanda cups your face with her hands and kisses you.

She pulls back and your lips are left still puckered.

“I know you’re fibbing but I’ll let it slide.” Wanda says. “Staying knelt like that. Are you all needy, baby? Is your pussy soaking wet for us?”

“Mhmm, it is mommy.” You’re pouting again.

“You look good enough to eat, detka.”

“Then eat me…”

The three women laugh and it makes you smile.

“I’m not sure…should we drag your punishment out, baby girl?” Wanda asks. “Make sure you really learnt your lesson?”

“No!” You look at each one of them frantically. “Please, don’t!”

“Then get your cute ass up those stairs, sweetheart.” Natasha orders.

“Race you.” Wanda winks.

The woman jumps to her feet and lets out a startled gasp when Carol drags her back to the floor.

“Go, baby, go!” The blonde shouts, wrestling to keep Wanda down.

Natasha helps you up and gives you a shove.

“Go on! Carol won’t be able to hold her forever!”

Grinning, you dart past the two forms wriggling on the floor and charge up the stairs, letting out a frantic laugh when you hear footsteps start to follow you.

You’re the first to the bedroom and when Carol finally makes it there too, four bodies collide and fall onto the bed in a heap.

You don’t resurface until the following day.

Your new game, for now, is completely forgotten.

Hope you enjoyed!! Go and take a cold shower, that’s an order😏

Also thank you to Maxy for helping with the gifs! *mwah*

#submission #18+ only #no minors #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #carol danvers #carol danvers x reader #natasha x wanda x carol x reader #sugar mommies #sugar mommies!asks #sugar mommies suggestions #sugar mommies au #sugar mommies drabble #sugar mommies drabbles #over 8000 words #damn

580 notes · View notes

aesopsharpmybeloved · 11 months

Text

Of Care and Control

Fifty one days, or the de-stressing of Aesop Sharp - A nasty slander pushes the already stressed professor to lose his temper. Fortunately, his sweetheart is close by.

Shout out to my amazing consultant/co-author @tea-withjamandbread!

gif amateurly made by yours truly

18+! GO AWAY CHILDREN!

Of Care and Control (5.6k words)

tw: explicit, vaginal sex, rough sex, blowjob, slight angst, teacher-student relationship (reader is adult), mostly aesop's pov, aesop sharp needs a hug and a good f*ck apparently, porn with a bit of plot

Aesop didn’t think his expectations were unreasonable. He was teaching a difficult subject, one in which a single mistake could turn fatal. And as much as the students often wracked his last nerve, he didn't want any of them to actually die, especially not in his classroom. Matilda would be most displeased with him… So he pushed hard, trying to get into their heads the importance of studying and preparing for his class. He didn't care if none of them ever brewed a single potion again after they were finished with Hogwarts, however, while they were in his classroom, he required their absolute focus. No, he didn't think his expectations were unreasonable at all. And yet, many seemed to disagree.

And, as he was making his rounds around the students' cauldrons, he unfortunately heard one of them disagreeing in a rather foul manner.

“Maybe if I spent as much time in his office as (L/N) does, I’d get an Outstanding as well…”

It was like a kick to the stomach.

“Maybe if you spent half as much time studying and honing your skills as Miss (L/N) does, instead of chatting and sending notes to your friends during class, you would get better than a Dreadful!” Aesop snapped back immediately, his voice loud and eyes dark and stormy.

The fifth year Ravenclaw, Wilhelmina Adler, closed her mouth and stared at him fearfully. Her pale cheeks were getting red: "S-sir! I'm-... I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean anythi-" "Save it,” he said coldly, not letting her finish her sentence. “Finish your potion, clean up your mess, and leave. I'm choosing to believe what you just said was only proof of your stupidity and ignorance, rather than actual malice, but I don't want you to speak in my classes anymore. I hope we understand each other."

And with that, Aesop turned around and stomped back to his desk. He sat into his chair heavily, still reeling with anger and frustration. He started reading through his curriculum for the rest of the week's classes to calm down, not even bothering to start grading the fourth years' essays, as he'd probably snap his quill in half.

When the class came to a close, he accepted each students’ bottled potion. Adler's hand was shaking when she deposited her very poorly brewed Draught of Peace. Sophoria Franklin's potion was the best, that much he could tell by giving it a single look, and though he was still very tense, he forced his face into the tiniest little smile as he congratulated the young lady on her work.

After his classroom became student-free, he uncorked the potion and gave it a whiff. It did seem to be close to perfect, and it was in fact the only one of the potions the students brewed he would actually drink. And was he feeling like drinking it right now…

Now, Miss Adler probably wasn't cruel, but she was idiotic to no end, and something about what she said made a nasty feeling flutter about the potions master's stomach.

Yes, his young lover did get excellent marks in his class, but they were always deserved. It was obvious to everyone who ever saw her working that she excels in the subject. She had a keen mind, and her technique was flawless. How could it not be - she brewed almost as often as Aesop himself, he's been in her Room of Requirement and saw her potion stations. He didn't play favourites with her, he never needed to. Every mark, every praise and compliment he ever gave the young woman was well deserved and he would've given them to anyone who'd do such a good job.

But then… What if more people began thinking along the same lines as Miss Adler? What if all of (F/N)'s work and effort got somehow perversely transformed into a conviction that their relationship is perhaps transactional? That his sweetheart slept with him to get a good grade.

Aesop grabbed Adler's potion roughly and threw it on the ground. The vial shattered and the brown gooey substance inside spilled onto the floor.

Idiot girl.

If he was being honest with himself, it wasn't the implication that angered him the most, as he knew that to be untrue. (F/N) loved him. He loved her. And in just fifty one days, they'll no longer be a student and her professor.

What angered him, and more importantly, what terrified him was the potential rumour itself. He often worried he was hurting his lover by keeping her for himself, when she could do so much better, but she kept proving to him, again and again, that this worry was silly - the happiness he often saw in her eyes when they were together… If he could make her this happy, maybe he wasn't so bad for her after all. But now… now he was terrified that he'd end up hurting her by ruining her reputation.

The logical part of him knew her friends would never believe such a rumour, nor would anyone who knew her at least a little bit, anyone who actually saw her in his class. But what if some other idiot student would? What if the words spread so much that some people would just accept them as the truth. Fifty one days was not a long time, but it was definitely enough to make a lot of damage in somebody's life. It was enough to hurt someone's feelings.

With a flick of his wand, Aesop cleaned up the mess. He took the fourth years' essays into his office, where the seventh years' little pop quiz waited to be graded as well. He needed to get out of his head, and perhaps burying himself in work would help. It was going to be a long afternoon and evening.

—

“Hey, you,” said the young woman herself, leaning against the door frame. Aesop barely lifted his head to greet her, all of his attention seemingly on the pop quiz answers he’s been grading. Except he hasn’t written anything for at least an hour now. “You missed dinner,” she spoke again, entering the office and closing the door behind herself. She used a locking, as well as a silencing charm her potions master taught her on the room.

“Wasn’t hungry,” Aesop grumbled with a sigh, and finally put down his completely dry quill. He lifted his gaze, but he still wasn’t looking at her. Not really looking.

“Sophoria Franklin told me what happened today. What Adler said, that is,” the eighteen year old came closer, studying the professor carefully. “Please tell me that’s not what’s gotten you into this mood?” Aesop was quiet, finally looking at his young lover. Her gaze was filled with nothing but love and kindness. He sighed, closing his eyes. His elbows came to rest on his desk while his fingers began massaging his temples.

“I just…” he started, his voice barely above a whisper, low and slightly hoarse, “it bothers me. Not because there’s any truth to it, by Merlin, no… But I-... I hate that someone could speak of you in such a vile manner. While a few people know about the true nature of our relationship, many only know that we meet often, that we’re close… I’m not stupid, we’re in a school, it’d be very unusual for there not to be gossip, but I hoped it wouldn’t get quite this… cruel. And especially to you. I don‘t want your name to be dragged through the mud because of me.”

The young woman released a sigh of her own, and Aesop suddenly realised she moved to stand behind him at some point. Her small, warm hands soon stroked his shoulders, while her fingers worked on untangling the knots that formed in his muscles after hours of nearly motionless sitting in his chair.

“Such a clever man and such silly thoughts,” she said. It wasn’t the first time Sharp heard this sentence, and he was positive it wouldn’t be the last time either. The girl leaned over his shoulder so she could brush her lips against his cheekbone. “Nobody who knows either of us would ever believe such nonsense,” she spoke quietly, resting her head against his own then, her fingers still massaging the muscles in his shoulders and back. “Neither your friends nor mine would ever even entertain the thought. If anything, they’d be just as upset as you. They are, actually.”

The potions master made a soft inquiring sound. “Sophoria also told me that Amit screamed at Wilhelmina in the common room, when he found out what she said. Amit Thakkar, of all people!” The girl actually chuckled. “You and I know what we have together, what we feel for each other. And, as you said, a chosen few know as well. That's the reality and the truth. Why would you care what some brain-dead fifth year thinks?”

Sharp sighed once more. He rolled his shoulders slowly, pleased to find his muscles relaxed and free of any pain. The heavy dark clouds covering his mind slowly dissipated, revealing a brilliant star filled sky behind them. “You’re right,” he whispered, his eyes still closed, his head resting against (F/N)’s, “I suppose I got a little too… worked up. It’s been quite hectic lately, all the essays, exams and consultations, we barely have any time. I’ll admit I’m feeling a little stressed.”

The former Auror swore he could almost hear the girl’s grin as she took a step back from him. Aesop immediately missed her body’s warmth. Oh so slowly, she walked into his field of view, and moved to sit on the edge of his desk. Her legs crossed elegantly. “Why, that is exactly why I’m here, Professor Sharp,” she chirped sweetly, her foot bobbing up and down frivolously. The soft smooth skin of her shin and calf peeked at the potions master enticingly from under the long Ravenclaw robes, and Aesop’s hand immediately went to close around her slim ankle, seemingly on its own accord.

“Miss (L/N)...” he purred in a low voice, “you seem to have forgotten to put on your stockings today…” His large calloused hand slid over the exposed skin, pushing the robes out of the way slowly, teasingly. The young woman’s smile got even wider with every inch of skin he uncovered with his gentle ministrations. “Oh, sir,” she replied in kind, “I happen to have forgotten to put on everything else as well…” And with that, (F/N) opened her Ravenclaw robe and let it slide down her shoulders. It pooled around her hips where she was sitting on his desk, revealing her young delicate body to her lover’s hungry eyes. Her nipples immediately hardened in the cool air of the dungeon office.

It wasn’t the only thing that hardened right away. While Aesop tried to stifle it, a quiet groan escaped from somewhere in the back of his throat. Both of his hands now gripped her legs, fingers digging into the flesh of her calves as he looked her up and down with hooded eyes. Sweet Merlin, she looked like a feast, and Aesop just realised that he was famished.

However, before he could pull her legs apart and eat his fill, she slid from the edge of his desk to stand in front of him in all of her naked glory. “You with your layers…” She said with a dramatic sigh, her smaller hands coming to undo his cravat, which she then proceeded to toss somewhere over her left shoulder. She then placed her hands on her hips, standing tall in front of him, everything on display for Aesop and Aesop alone. Without another word, he slipped his overcoat and jacket off, hanging them on the backrest of his chair, before he spread his legs and brought his sweetheart even closer by her hips.

His heated, rough face made contact with the impossibly soft skin of her sternum, his hands now stroking her ribs, making her shiver slightly. He kissed every single inch of her he could reach, his mouth soon finding the curve of her breasts. Aesop dragged his teeth over the warm sensitive flesh until he reached a nipple. His tongue circled the aorela’s edge, before he kissed the little hard bead lovingly, sucking it into his mouth shortly. Her other breast received similar treatment. His arms chased her when she stepped back, desperately wanting to pull the young woman back to him.

There was a kittenish smile on her face, when he opened his eyes again. She’s dropped to her knees before him, crawling closer once more. He was already breathing hard, his mind absolutely clouded by lust. His trousers were way too tight, his undergarments getting a little damp, his chest was feeling too hot and he could feel sweat seeping into his undershirt. Her head dropped to his thigh as she watched him blindly and clumsily open up the buttons of his waistcoat and shirt, trying to rid himself of their cottony confines. His suspenders were pushed down carelessly before he pulled open his undershirt as well, making a few buttons scatter over the floor next to (F/N)’s legs.

“My, my, a little impatient, aren’t we, love?” she cooed before she let one of her hands slide up his leg and push against his straining erection. Aesop let out a groan. It’s been more than a few days since they were last intimate together, and his yearning was only made worse by the stressful schedule he had now.

He knew she was longing for him as well, having covertly received her handwritten letter with her last essay. He had to admit, she was very talented when it came to writing erotic letters, if the way his body arched off the bed upon his climax a few days ago was any proof. He read and reread the words she wrote, trying to catch a whiff of the gentle smell of her perfume from the parchment, all the while tugging at himself desperately, imagining his hand to be hers, imagining doing the things she described in her letter.

However, now she was kneeling right in front of him, her face getting closer and closer to his crotch, and she was very much real. She nuzzled her face into the bulge at the front of his trousers, making him run a hand through his own hair, a few strands sticking to his face damply. “Oh, Merlin,” he groaned when he felt her tongue even through the two layers covering his poor throbbing cock. Thin fingers came to undo his breeches as well as his drawers, pulling both down until they were bunched around his knees.

He gasped and opened his eyes when the cool air hit the heated manhood and another drop of precome formed on the swollen tip. The little vixen knew exactly what she was doing, knew just how desperate she was making him. The young woman came even closer, her face now directly over the teacher’s erection while her hands went to his hips and upwards, sneaking expertly under his open undershirt and coming to stroke at his ribs, his chest, fingers tangling into the dark hair there.

Just when her fingers slid over his nipples did she lower her mouth onto him slowly, and Aesop struggled to keep his eyes open and his hips from bucking up into her. She placed several small kisses against the glans, releasing a chuckle every time his cock throbbed and the crystal clear drop rolled down the shaft.

He saw her carefully cover her teeth with her lips like he taught her to, before she finally took him into her mouth. As with many things (F/N)(L/N) did, she proved to be a quick learner when it came to giving him pleasure this way. She wasn’t able to take all of him, as he was a large man after all, but she was enthusiastic and eager to please, not to mention very observant. When she took him in as much as she could, she hollowed out her cheeks and moved slowly back up, dragging her tongue over his underside. She started slowly repeating these motions, making sure to occasionally roll the glans around in her mouth, circling it with her tongue.

Aesop closed his fists around the armrests of his chair in a vice grip, so he didn’t grab her hair and push her down entirely, like his body was screaming at him to do. The idea of him filling her mouth and throat fully, holding her head in his hands and letting his hips roughly thrust into the tight heat, made a dark thrill run through him, as well as the first signal that if she carries on like this, it’s all going to be over too soon.

With a low moan, he gently pulled his young lover off his aching cock, caressing her cheek. “Oh, you are so lovely…” his voice rumbled through his chest when he saw her face. Her eyes were almost black with arousal, her cheeks were blushing furiously, and Aesop could see that a few drops of saliva escaped from her mouth and rolled down her chin. And yet, there was a little smile on her face, one that told him how much she loved him, and how much she was going to show him so.

The girl gave him a mock pout, her voice filled with mischief when she spoke: "Not good?" Aesop clenched his jaw, his own voice almost a growl: "We both know that were you even better, I'd have already come down your throat.” That made his sweetheart release a little whine and the professor only now noticed that while she was working him with her mouth, stroking what she couldn't take with one hand, the other hand was betweenher thighs, teasing at her own entrance. The sight made his already dark eyes darken even more.

“Come here. Now.”

It was obvious he wasn’t asking.

And yet, the girl made no effort to get up, smiling up at him instead, her free hand still moving up and down his shaft languidly. Aesop was breathing hard. His self control was slipping rapidly now. His eyes were half pleading and half wild as he stared into her own intensely. The girl still didn't budge. Instead, she gave him one more mischievous smile before she suddenly took him in her mouth again, deeper than before, while simultaneously pushing her own fingers inside her and moaning around his cock.

Her teasing, the sight of her, the smell of her, the sounds… all of this after his dreadful day, after the days of longing and frustration, of pining and all the stress.

Something in Aesop snapped.

It was like a dam had broken through and he couldn’t do anything about it. “Oh, fucking hell!” he growled loudly and one-handedly picked the girl up from the floor. His free arm threw everything off the desk with a single swipe, and there was a flurry of parchment, quills and ink hitting the ground everywhere around them. At that moment, Aesop didn’t care about the shattering of glass, nor the black liquid that sprayed over the floor and some of the essays and quizzes that were sent flying. He didn’t even care about the surprised cry the Ravenclaw made when she was roughly pushed onto the now clear desk, her plush bottom hitting the sharp edge of it quite painfully.

He managed to muster up the last piece of his control: "If at any poin-" "If at any point I want you to stop, I'll say the word." his sweetheart said breathlessly, not yet having quite caught up to her current position. And with that, the last of his restraint left.

Finally.

His brain stopped working - its blood supply was severely shortened, as it was currently needed entirely elsewhere. His desire took the wheel, and it wanted to take.

He positioned himself at her entrance blindly, his cock held in an almost painful grip, and he filled her to the brim with a single harsh snap of his hips. The young woman yelped, and she trashed, unprepared for the sudden intrusion, but it was no use to her. One hand of the potion master came to connect her wrists above her head and held them there, while the other grabbed onto her thigh, keeping her nice and open for him, his fingers bruising the soft skin in their mean grip.

Aesop didn’t wait for her to adjust, immediately setting a fast pace, his thrusts hard and deep. The girl was soon reduced into a whimpering, wanton mess, her head still trashing as Professor Aesop Sharp fucked her with all the ferocity of a wild predatory beast. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t love every second of it. Not that speaking was exactly an option right now.

The professor leaned over and trapped her body under his own, putting an end to her back arching at the overwhelming sensations. He released her hands and her arms instantly wrapped around his back, holding onto him for dear life. The sudden sharp pain of (F/N)’s fingernails digging at his back made Sharp groan loudly into her ear, his hips shuddering midthrust, his fervour increasing. His arms went under her body, one hand grabbing her shoulder from below for better leverage, while the other knotted into her hair, pulling her head back and exposing her neck.

“Ae- Aesop!” she managed to grit out, her voice slurred, eyes screwed shut as her body shook in his arms. When the potions master spoke, he nearly didn’t recognise his own voice. Despite the tempest of pleasure and most primal animalistic desire raging through his body, setting all of his nerve endings on fire, his voice was almost calm, yet rough and impossibly low. “You- ah! You are a bloody tease, dear, “ he said right next to her ear, “now be a good girl and take it.” She moaned pitifully, her body already succumbing to its first climax, torn from her core suddenly, nearly violently. She was barely able to reciprocate the bruising kiss he pressed onto her lips then, her mind absolutely blank from the sudden explosion of endorphins.

He felt himself chuckle against her mouth breathlessly upon feeling his lover’s body answer to him so quickly, so readily, her thighs trembling with her orgasm, her eyes fluttering shut and eyebrows flying up, absolutely sinful sounds pouring from her lips. “That’s it…" he was barely able to know what he was saying, "that's it, sweetheart, that's a good girl. You’re taking my cock so well." His hips were rutting into hers harshly.

His scorching hot face buried into her even hotter neck, breathing in the perfume she used, perfectly mixing with her natural scent. It drove him completely wild. Aesop dragged his beard and teeth across her delicate skin, a thin film of sweat clinging to it.

"You're mine…" at this point, he really didn't recognise his own voice, the gruff and aloof potions professor turning into this wild, purely carnal animalistic being, who only wanted to take, to claim, to mark. With every move and touch, with every sound he was getting closer to his breaking point, the sensation rendering him unable to think clearly, to think at all. "Mine," he growled and bit into her neck. Hard. So hard that he could taste a bit of copper on his tongue. The girl's body tried in vain to buck against his own, her physique standing no chance against his considerable height and strength. She cried out, pleasure and pain mixing into a single word: "Yours!"

Aesop felt his body quickly approaching its climax, and sped up even more, pounding into his young lover at a brutal pace, grabbing her hips to help himself along. The desk was making small high pitched squeaky sounds, as the professor's hard thrusts made it slightly slide forward on the floor. One of (F/N)'s hands left his back to claw at the wooden surface next to her instead, leaving scratch marks in its wake.

He went harder. He bit more. He growled when a smaller hand pulled at his hair. He chuckled darkly when his young lover cried out unintelligibly again, coming for him for the second time, her soft body writhing and shuddering, her cunt squeezing him in a vice grip, milking his erection. He was mere seconds from joining her in her ecstasy.

He grabbed her by the hair again, forcing her to look at him. Aesop admired the way she was barely able to do so, her eyes unfocused, her mouth opened wide, her face entirely red. The girl was gasping hoarsely, looking so absolutely overwhelmed with pleasure, it was like she was struggling not to lose consciousness. The fact her hand was still in his own hair, that her legs were wrapped tightly around his hips, that while her eyes were unfocused, they were still filled with the same love and absolute devotion and trust, that's what threw the potions master over the edge.

His entire body shuddered, and Aesop bit into his lover's lower lip, a final loud moan leaving his throat as he did so. "M-mine," he rasped before screwing his eyes shut. A wave of pleasure exploded from his core, hitting him with the power of charging Graphorn, and his toes curled in his boots, every single muscle in his legs tightening.

His cock throbbed heavily as a rope after rope of seed filled the young woman's accepting body. His head dropped, landing against her shoulder. Every single thought left his head as he let the satisfaction overwhelm him entirely. Aesop was breathing hard, the aftershocks making his skin sizzle sensually.

When he finally came fully to, he realised just how tight he's been squeezing his lover. He loosened his hold somewhat, but his arms were still enveloping her completely. His head was laid upon her collarbone, his satisfied body was resting on top of hers, and Aesop was certain he was crushing her a little, but he couldn't find it in himself to move just yet. If she felt any discomfort, she didn’t say so. Then again, she didn’t exactly seem able to speak at the moment, her delicate young body still trembling under him, her breathing laboured, her lips occasionally releasing little whimpers of pleasure still. He wasn’t any better, really.

The potions master was hyper aware of the sweat between their bodies, of his come seeping out of her quivering entrance, running down his bollocks. “Mhmm, sweet Merlin,” he groaned quietly after several minutes, “that was… otherworldly.” Unintelligible humming was his only answer. Some more time later, when he felt stable enough to stand on his own two legs again, he braced against the desk and straightened up. His soft member slipped out of (F/N)’s body, prompting another little stream of pearly white spunk to leave her gaping hole.

Aesop looked down at his handiwork, and was both satisfied and a little horrified with what he’d done. The young woman laying on his desk looked absolutely ruined. Her head was tilted back, her eyes screwed shut. Her hair fell around her head like a halo, messy and tangled from his hands gripping it. Her mouth was swollen and red from kisses.

The girl’s body was no better, there were bite marks on her skin, one of them particularly nasty and placed way above where her shirt and robe collar would be. He saw the perfect imprint of his teeth in the soft skin, and he knew there would be bruising. Perhaps she could hide it well enough with her hair, but she’ll definitely feel it for a few days. There were already small bruises forming where he gripped her, where his fingers dug into the flesh of her waist, her hips, thighs. He’s never been this rough with her before, and while he was still riding on his post-coital high, he also felt incredibly guilty for ravishing her like he did.

“Aesop, whatever it is that’s going through that brilliant mind of yours, I can assure you that it’s a load of rubbish,” her sweet voice tore him from his thoughts. His hands landed on her warm body, his touch now utmostly gentle and soothing. He weighed her breasts in his large hands, his thumbs circling the hardened nipples, before moving lower over her ribs, to her hips. He massaged the surely sore flesh. One of his hands then moved all the way up to her face to caress it, to trace her lips. “I’m sorry. Are you alright? I didn’t mean to get so rough…” (F/N)’s eyes opened and she looked at him. Her face was relaxed, filled with serenity, satisfaction and a frankly overwhelming amount of love. She gave him a tired grin: “Do you hear me complaining, love? If anything, it was rather exhilarating to see you and feel you like that… I didn’t expect this to happen, but I’m happy it did. Trust me, I would’ve said the word if it didn’t feel good.”

Aesop gave her a beaming smile then, and leaned down once more to steal a kiss from her sweet lips, his arms cradling her close once more. She sighed and melted into his ministrations. “How do you feel, Ace? Any better?” she asked after a while. “Yes,” the teacher replied quietly, “I feel like I… really needed that. It’s just been too much lately. And today, with that idiotic girl…” “Shh… Only less than two months left, Aesop,” her hands stroked his back lovingly, “Less than two months, and then not only will we be able to finally be together fully, but you probably won’t have to speak to Adler ever again. Or do you expect her to make it into your NEWT class?” Aesop groaned: “Even if she got an Outstanding from her OWLs, which she will not, there’s no way I’d accept her…”

“Heavens… Fifty one days to be exact. Fifty one days before I can stop pretending you’re just my student, and not the absolute most important person in my life…” Aesop gathered her face in his hands and pressed their foreheads together. The young woman smiled at him, watching him through her lashes: “Forty five days for me, I stop counting the second I’m done with the exams. As for pretending you’re nothing but my professor, I’m afraid that ship has sailed the weekend you took me ‘herb picking’.” Aesop chuckled quietly.

“Sorry about this… hope you won’t have a problem hiding it…” he pointed to the bite mark he made on her neck, touching it gently with the tip of his finger, which made the girl wince a little. “It will be barely visible under my hair,” she replied, confirming his earlier thoughts, “unless I put my hair up. Which I might start doing, it’s getting rather warm outside, don’t you think?” His palm made contact with her left flank softly: “You are a bloody tease…”

They rested together for a little more, Aesop having cleaned them up with a simple Scourgify. However, the desk was quite uncomfortable for his lover to lie on, and the position they were in wasn’t doing much for Aesop’s muscles either. They dressed in comfortable silence, with (F/N) carefully closing her robes around her body once more after fixing the buttons on the potions master’s undershirt with Reparo. She helped him pick up the essays and quizzes that were strewn about on the floor, and sort them, as well as rid them of any unwanted ink.

“I spent at least an hour grading your pop quiz… I tried to find a mistake, any mistake you might’ve made, so I could dock off points, so the implication about you getting only Outstanding marks because you-… nevermind. I don’t want to think about it anymore, it’s so stupid.” His young lover observed him with a fond expression: “If you’d like, I could make some mistakes on my next essay or exam, something that would cost me an O in favour of E?”

Aesop looked at her with shock - she was absolutely ready to sacrifice a good grade for his peace of mind. It was unthinkable: “Don’t you dare… I mean it. I know how hard you work, how much you know, how brilliant you are. Every single mark you receive from me is deserved, and while I was furious at the insinuation today, I’d be even more furious to know that you’re keeping yourself from showing your full potential and knowledge, just because of my stupid insecurities and an even dumber Fifth year.”

“Alright, alright, I promise to do as well as I can,” she lifted her hands in a placating gesture. “Amit’s covering for me tonight - though, it’s not like my roommates don’t know that my bed often stays empty at night. Would you like me to spend the night in your chambers?” The professor gave her a loving smile: “I’d love that… You’ve got the key, why don’t you go wait for me there, while I’ll finish down here. I promise I won’t be long.” The young woman came closer to him and stood up on her tiptoes to place a kiss upon his lips, the feeling so familiar now, yet making little electric sparks run through her like they did the first time they kissed. She cast a Disillusionment charm over herself then and made her way out of his office and towards the Faculty wing.

The professor breathed a little smile. Fifty one days… Fifty one days never seemed that long of a time. However, once they’ll have passed, there will be no more hiding. After that, he’ll be able to hold his sweetheart’s hand, and embrace and kiss her whenever he feels like it, and nobody will be able to say anything. Merlin…The fifty one days will feel like an eternity…

Hello! I hope you enjoyed reading! As always, you can find this work and all of my other works over at AO3. I'm incredibly thankful for feedback!

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #fanfiction #reader insert #aesop sharp #professor sharp #aesop sharp x reader #aesop sharp x you #professor sharp x reader #aesop sharp x mc #aesop sharp smut #smut and fluff #this is straight up filth dont tell my mum i wrote this #mc is over 18

191 notes · View notes

balbs4321 · 4 months

Text

ZENISTU AGATSUMA Loud moaning ɬ over stimulation

You were making ramen on the stove for you, and your boyfriend Zenistu one afternoon. After plating your food you left to you guy’s shared room to tell them the food was ready. Before making it down the hallway you herd muffled noises. “was he-?” Your mind instantly jumped to the conclusion.

Blush swept your face, as scenarios popped up in your mind. You got closer to the door and herd a few grunts. You opened the door and you boyfriend looked up at you with an embarrassed face, yet you could see need in his eyes.

A few seconds later you were straddling him, now wrapping your fingers around his cock. “Dunno why you’re hidin. ‘s cute.” Zenny turned his head back to you, his entire face red now. "Oh— Oh fuck .. Fuck shit” he moans through his gritted teeth. His gaze glued at the sight of your polished hand massaging his fat tip. After a few more strokes you replaced your hand with you mouth, bobbing you head up on down his shaft. Constantly you broke the thin string of saliva on his shaft, creating a new one with each bob.

He felt his balls tighten as he came closer to his high. You swapped back to using your fingers. Zenny released thick white ropes on your manicured hands. Before he spoke you kissed and suck on his bottom. His facial expressions masked with surprise. Zenistu Broke of the kiss, and placed you on you back, so you could pay attention to him. “Needy huh?” He muttered. Zenny made you take off your skirt, before pressing a finger at your pussy, not even surprised that you’re already wet. He positioned himself at your entrance, after fumbling with his belt. He fucks up into your pussy with one big, heavy thrust. You clutched the pillows near your head n/ body. "relax..." he cooed in your ear, face close to yours. Zenny gave you a few slow strokes, then speed up. Once he speed up Zenistu was knocking the fucking wind out of you for a while.. He thrusts his hips up to fill you up the perfect way. Lewd moans spewed out of your mouth.

“F-fuck, you’re dirty.” he groaned loudly. Zenistu hit your g-spot a couple of times before you clenched around him. You released on him, you’re breath ragged. He throws his head back from the sensation. As Zenistu reaches his high he pulls out of your sopping cunt, and releases on your tummy. He ends up collapsing next to your body, shortly.

You both take time to catch your breaths, before Zenistu speaks up. “Think that pussy’s begging for another-?” You cleared your voice. “Yeah..”

“You’re a dream... ya know that, right?”

Kamaboko Trio (P.2) is now outt!!

Zenîtsu Agatsuma: (P.2)

#demon slayer x black reader #demon slayer #demon slayer smut #smut #Zenistu #Zenistu smut #zenitsu agatsuma #kamaboko trio #over stimulated #loud moaning #Kamaboko trio (p.2)#18+ only

55 notes · View notes

velvetwyrme · 2 months

Note

So Flipping Fate is my favorite Underfell Papyrus fic but what is your favorite UF! Papyrus fic?

AH 🥺❣️❣️ First off, thank you so much!! I'm glad you're enjoying Flipping Fate! :D!!!

Secondly, there's no need to apologize- my fav/s are definitely in the list you mentioned, but I'm more than happy to answer again here :]!! My favorite UF!Papyrus fic has GOTTA BE Thunderstruck. Absoluuuutely killer characterisation and development, delicious interactions and writing... I love it dearly 💖

Other notable fics (probably also in the list lololol) include; A Smile from the East and Roadside Attraction. ASftE made me fall in love with UF!Pap back in the old days of fandom, and Roadside Attraction made me adore him once again when I returned.

And since you asked so nicely, here are some more (sfw) UF!Pap/Reader recs that. also may or may not be in the list idk I didn't actually go back and check lol

Becoming Edge is a fic all about finding yourself and your identity through fashion and was instrumental in me doing the same. Really sweet!!! Pastel goth Edge... my beloved.

And speaking of pastel goth- My Soulmate is a Pastel Goth (And Other Concerns) is a enemies-to-friends-to-lovers fic with the added elements of Soulmates ✨! Love me some tempestuous soulmate fic. (Note: this fic also features Fem!Frisk as Sans' soulmate in the bg, so if you're not a fan, that's something to note ^^! Fr//ans isn't quite my thing, but tbh I'm really interested in seeing how things turn out for them here!)

Between a Rope and a Wrench, or; this skeleton is buying a lot of really weird, suspicious stuff but you will help him get it because it's your job and later because you're his friend. (Also, you choose his friendship over the possibility that you may become an accomplice in murder.)

Sound of Blooming... MAFIAFELL 💥💥!!!! It's been a bit since I read it but it's in ny bookmarks so... :3c!

A Home for Mending Souls is actually a UF!Bros/Reader, but it still counts. It's really good!! Healing from trauma! Soft moments! Slowly opening up to one another!

Till it Brews Over is a coffee shop AU where you purposefully misspell the name of your asshole regular, who just happens to be one edgy skeleton.

Also for additional fics that star UF!Pap that I enjoy/have enjoyed:

While I was looking for one of these fics it led me to realise that I STILL haven't read Fight Me! (by MsMk- not be confused with Fight Me! by Little_old_lady, which uses the same premise and is also really good, but it features FS!Sans instead of UF!Pap) Anyway, this is truly a travesty because they're a fantastic writer and I can only assume it got lost in my various open tabs >>"!! [Addition while drafting: I LOVE IT he's so sulky... I'm staring warily at the chapter count though. So much time for things to Go Wrong]

I actually really like UF!Pap in Bitty Hunt- his characterization is very much... reminiscent of that era of fic, but all the scenes with him in it are ones that have been seared into my brain !!

Another new-ish fic that I'm enjoying UF!Pap in is Honey Lemon Tea, which the summary succinctly describes it as "Papyrus finds his Grillby's... in the form of a very plain coffee shop.", and which I will less-succinctly describe it as "Anti-harem with a delightfully mysterious barista, with the obligatory awful gf"

Edit: I cannot figure out why for the life of me but the formatting looks REALLY weird on my end, but in the editor it's fine?? So if it looks weird/out of order to you please excuse this post, it seems to be some Tumblr Fuckery

#i WOULD have included 'Love? I Think Not.' purely for UF!Pap's characterisation but uhhhhhhhhh the fic (and series) is pretty much-#everything but UF!Pap/Reader lololol #i Do live for his relationship w/ Kei in that though. my little heart. i love thems.#anyway i excluded my ns//fw fic recs because uhhhhhhhhhhh this blog is meant to be Mostly sfw but if ur interested (and 18+) you can always #- hop over to my other blog and inquire there LMAO. i have tons #fic recs #doozis fic recs #underfell!papyrus #underfell papyrus #anon #inbox

29 notes · View notes

angelsanarchy · 8 months

Text

One Long Weekend: - Clyde/YN One-Shot Series CH 15

"How did you know I was here?" "Snow told me you thought I ghosted you. I couldn't let you think that."

Tagging: @roryculkinluvr @siriuslymooned @cc-luvr @crypticsewerslut @icarus-star @desert-springtime @shady-the-simp @izuoyarmin @mayathepsychic1999

MONDAY, 7:00PM

Clyde drove around the desert all morning. He considered going by her place one more time but he already felt stupid for going by the first time. He got desperate enough to call a few of the clubs but they were afraid he was some stalker ex boyfriend so they weren't giving him any details. Snow had asked him throughout the day if he had heard anything to the point he was now getting pissed about feeling like such a pathetic loser and decided to just turn his phone off.

If she didn't want him to find her, he would stop looking. He would rather be angry than heartbroken. Johnny and the guys stopped by and they ate together, making sure not to mention Y/n at all thanks to Johnny threatening them with bodily harm if they even thought about bringing her up. Clyde wasn't going to wallow. He refused to look like that much of a loser so when they decided that tonight they would get drunk and go to the skate park, he was on board.

Clyde knew that Johnny was keeping an eye on him because he kept checking in with him. He said Snow had tried to call but when he told him that he turned his phone off, he could faintly hear Snow yelling on Johnny's phone. He didn't want to engage with her so he pushed off the ground and rode away, cigarette in hanging from his lips. Once he had gotten decently buzzed, he popped the board up to lean against the fence while he scurried into one of the darker spots of the parking lot to take a piss. He tried not to think about how awkward it was going to be when they eventually run into each other at shows. He considered trying to talk the guys into a coastal tour but none of them had money like that.

"Yo! Clyde!" Johnny yelled out but Clyde didn't respond. He kept one hand on his cock and brought the other to the cigarette.

"Hang on man." He heard fast feet approaching assuming Beau was about to push him and make him piss on his shoes. Instead of a shove, he felt a sharp pinch of his ass cheek causing him to yelp.

"JESUS! What the fu-" Clyde was prepared to be pissed but a finger pushed his lips closed. Y/n was standing in front of him, freshly showered, hair down and wearing an outfit he hadn't seen before. He thought for a moment he was imagining it but she chuckled and cleared her throat.

"Can you holster that for a minute?" Y/n teased. Clyde quickly turned away to pocket his dick back into his jeans.

"What are you doing here?" Clyde asked wiping his hands on his pants.

"I've been looking for you." Y/n gave him a playful shove and Clyde nodded trying not to let his hopes grow.

"How did you know I was here?" Clyde started to walk around her and Y/n gripped his arm.

"Snow told me you thought I ghosted you. I couldn't let you think that." Y/n moved into Clyde's space carefully, hands in his pockets trying to remain calm.

"Before I explain myself, do you think maybe I could kiss you? I've been thinking about it since I left and I just-" Clyde allowed her to grip his face and kiss him. He sighed into her lips, unable to contain his excitement.

"I promise I didn't ghost you. Please know I've been trying to get back to you as soon as I could." Y/n pressed making Clyde smile.

"I look forward to hearing the brave story of triumph." Clyde tease gesturing to the hill for some privacy. The guys had taken random girls over there to make out but Y/n sat next to Clyde, body facing him, hand reaching to rest on his knee as he sat next to her.

"I didn't want to tell you why I was leaving so suddenly that other day because it's kind of hard for me to talk about things that are personal. I'm kind of stubborn when it comes to asking for help or letting people know that I actually have struggles." Y/n picked at the strings on Clyde's pants as he listened.

"I got a voicemail from the care center that my dad lives at. He had taken a spill but for some reason when I tried to call, my phone wasn't working. Which is why I used your phone." Clyde nodded his head.

"In the whirlwind of my roommate kicking me out and spending the long weekend with you, I forgot to pay my phone bill. I knew I had forgotten something on Friday but it wasn't until I tried to dial out that I realized they cut my phone off." Y/n's explanation was making Clyde exhausted from how stupid he felt. He dropped his face in his hands.

"I knew I wouldn't be able to call you until today because the payment wouldn't go through until this morning. Once it started working I had like 50 messages from Snow that started out with cute pictures of us and ended with cussing me out for being a bitch to you." Clyde shook his head.

"I'm...such an idiot." Y/n stopped him.

"No you aren't! If I was in your position, I would have thought the same thing which is why I couldn't wait. I didn't just want to call you. I wanted to find you, kiss your stupid cute face and tell you that I have zero plans of disappearing." Y/n put her hand on the back of Clyde's neck trying to get him closer to her.

"I was pouting all day yesterday to the point I actually went to my Dad's because I couldn't handle everyone asking me about you. I never seek comfort in my family." Clyde explained with a laugh.

"I'm so sorry Clyde. I hope I didn't screw everything up." Y/n apologized and Clyde put his hand on top of hers as it rested on his knee.

"You didn't mess anything up. I just...do you have any idea how crazy into you I am?" Clyde asked genuinely making Y/n smile sweetly.

"You made out with me after I puked on you so I could have guess. The feeling is pretty mutual in case you needed to hear it." Clyde swallowed a lump in his throat that he had been holding onto since he had started drowning his sorrows with the boys.

"I know you've had a few drinks and I'm sure you've made plans with the guys but I was kind of hoping that maybe you would come home with me tonight?" Y/n asked like she was nervous about him rejecting her.

"You want me to come to your place? What about your roommate?" Clyde asked confused.

"I told her to go stay with her new girlfriend for the night because I wanted to bring someone special home...she was happy to hear it was cute stoner boy with the creeper van." Y/n laughed. Clyde couldn't help but laugh as well.

"I mean, I kind of drove the guys here-" Clyde gestured over his shoulder and they both looked back at them standing, watching them talk. They tried to act like they weren't sitting there watching from afar but Beau shook his head.

"Hey can you guys speak up? We can't really hear you." Johnny jammed his elbow into Beau's stomach and shook his head.

"Don't mind us, we'll be over here." Johnny made them all turn away and Clyde shook his head.

"If you aren't comfortable with coming back to my place, that's fine-" Clyde cut her off, jumping up from the ground and extending his hand to her. She took it letting him pull her from the grass so they could walk over to the guys, holding hands.

They scrambled trying to look natural but Clyde cleared his throat.

"Hey, I'm going to go with Y/n for the night. Think you could drive the van home?" Clyde tossed the keys to Johnny who looked surprised.

"Y-yeah man. That's...yeah of course." Johnny was pleasantly surprised pocketing the keys. Clyde didn't know what the rest of the night would hold but he didn't care as long as he was with Y/n.

#Electrick Children #Clyde #Clyde x YN #YN Reader #One Shot Series #One Long Weekend #One Long Weekend Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #I can't believe this series is almost over!#15/18

97 notes · View notes

ethien · 7 months

Text

Another Bathhouse shenanigans

Fandom: Persona 3

Ship: Akihiko x F!reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 6.323

Summary: After getting caught by the girls, Akihiko struggles with finding a way to apologize to you. He would do everything to make up.

It was a pure disaster, Akihiko was sure. And he had no idea how to get out of it without any harm. Well, he already was harmed physically. What he struggled with was how he should solve it on the emotional level��with you.

He was sure this must be your first argument, or something along the line. He wished he could tell you it wasn’t his plan, that he also was a victim in the incident. However, he was sure you wouldn’t listen to him. Your eyes were wide, your intense blush and then your angry frown – he had messed up. And not even on purpose. Nevertheless, the situation was indeed not quite playing in his cards…or in any cards of the ones who were part of it.

He should have been more caution when Junpei suggested the hot bath. Akihiko really thought he could relax his body, enjoying the warmth, letting the stress being melted away. Instead, he got even more stressed. Junpei, and to some point Ryoji, somehow planned to visit the bath that late it would go into the women time. While Junpei casually joked it away, even saying they could just explain the misunderstanding, the senior had to wash everyone’s heads.

It wasn’t the fear of misunderstanding, or not having enough time to explain. It was the fear of execution by the hand of Mitsuru. It just happened once when they were just the three in their younger years. How could he forget the day he pissed her off somehow and got a punished which still haunted him? The imagine what end would linger if they get caught by Mitsuru was something he doesn’t want to think about. He informed them, and just in the moment of the go, it has to happen: The girls enter while the boys were still inside.

They did try an escape, even separating to find it out. Yet, luck wasn’t on their side…when [Y/N] looked up near the stones and caught them red-handed.

“I-it’s not what it looks like…” was Akihiko’s first and only attempt to explain himself to you. But he saw you. Surprised, then embarrassed…and then angry. It burnt down into his brain how disappointed you looked in that moment. And before any further explanation, Mitsuru hits the entire male party with an execution which would haunt him until he died.

It was deep in the night, and he was troubled finding any decent sleep. The image of your angry face didn’t leave him, but also not the fact how barely the both of you were clothed in that moment. Just a thin layer of a towel covered their bodies. Just a wrong move and he, or you, would have dropped it and reveal something before the other. Not that he wouldn’t mind it, or never saw it before – you both shared a romantic connection, and it wouldn’t be a lie that nothing intimate had happen between you. However, there was a difference between being naked on purpose or not.

There was also the slight disappointment readable in your eyes. Even with dragged into the mess, he was disappointed in himself either. It was such a lewd act, and he was part of it. He overstepped a boundary; he did something he promise he would never dare to do. Of course, you are disappointed in him. Akihiko sighed and left his room. Why should he staying sleepless in his room when he could be also somehow around the hotel and wasting time until he gets sleepy…or the idea how to apologize properly.

He put on the hotel’s kimono, walked out quietly out of the room and wanders around the slight dark halls of the hotel. Within minutes, he found a way to a, he believed, little garden with a hotel own little lake. A variation of flowers lightly dancing in the wind, a clear night sky. Normally, it would be a perfect and romantic date spot. Akihiko almost asked you earlier if they could meet later in the night. But that was before Mitsuru executed them. He still felt kind of sore in his whole body. And now, he stared alone in the sky. He sighed.

“Next time, I will punch Junpei in his face” he mumbled, the weight of the events heavy on his shoulders. The question was now how he could apologize to you. His dating guide suggested a little present, flowers, promising to do everything they desired. While the first ones sounded a bit cliché but kind of good in his ears. The last one seemed a bit weird. Well, not weird. It had a more…sexual touch on it that he didn’t want to admit it out loud. Or he was way hornier what he also didn’t want to admit out loud.

If you get a good taste, you cannot forget it and want even more. A short and very accurate description for Akihiko after you two started being intimate. Both of you might be still very inexperienced, yet he was eager to learn with you every facet of it. However, it was now a forbidden thing to think about it when you, his partner, was angry with him. It would never be a great idea to suggest sex as the solution for you forgiving him, not even if he would let you do everything you desired with him.

“Stopp” he scolded himself, shaking his head. His train of thoughts took faster a different way than expected. He sighed again, looking down to his feet. “It should be an honest apologize. Explaining everything and apologize. And if that’s not enough…” He wasn’t sure where his plan should go if his idea wasn’t enough. Yet, he thought he would surely come with an idea. He hoped it really.

A slight closing door, and approaching footsteps took him out of his thoughts. Akihiko’s eyes widen, not really expecting you of all people out there, not at this hour, and mostly not approaching him directly after the earlier disaster. Will he now get a better scolding off you, or even worse, another more personal execution?

“Aki?” you asked, a faint hint of fatigue in your voice. “Why are you out? At this hour?”

“…I could ask you the same.” He started, looking at you, trying to scan your mood. You sounded calm, yet it was not quite bright with the barely lights out. He wasn’t sure how your expression was. “I…cannot sleep. Was hoping a bit outside will make me a bit sleepy…” he continued while leaning on the railing, looking again at the sky.

“…it isn’t really working, or?”

“Not really…” he admitted. He tried to shout you a side eye, but felt kind of embarrassed to do. The events from the bath played again in his brain. Even with not believing in a fate, or in a god, it might be right now playing in his cards with you being here. He turned to you, facing you with a slight red on his cheeks.

“…[Y/N] …I am truly sorry what happened earlier. I can fully understand that you are angry and disappointed in me. Please let me explain what really happened earlier…or better, what leads in this awful situation…”

It was quite dark, so Akihiko didn’t see your surprised face. You could see the earlier events still plagued his mind, and you guessed they were the reason which keeps him awake. You decided to nod to him, giving him the opportunity to explain whatever the fuck happened hours ago in the bathhouse.

“…It’s like this…” Akihiko started, avoiding looking at you now. “I was just hanging out with Makoto, and then out of the sudden, Junpei asked us to go into the bath. We agreed. I was…ready for some relaxing. And when we were there…Junpei and Ryoji mentioned how funny it would be if the times for men and woman would change. He said it was just a misunderstanding…” He sighed, scratching the back of his neck. “I told them how stupid this was, and we agreed on leaving. But yeah, it was already too late. We tried to escape, but…” He looked to you; you could see his blush. “...you know how it ended. I swear, it really sounds like a lame excuse. However, you have to trust me, [Y/N]. It wasn’t my intention to peek… I was dragged into that mess…I’m so sorry…”

You let his words sink in, trying to see it in his eyes. It definitely sounds like something which would happen to him. It was kind of funny to you. If you would compare the boyfriend before you, truly in agony of the events, and the boyfriend when it gets spicier between you two. Worlds apart.

“…yeah, that sound like a typical Junpei idea…” you admitted, and you could see how fast Akihiko’s mood changed to the better. If you compare it with a dog, then his ears would stand up, and his tail would be wiggling. Yet, if you would tell him, he would be flustered. Maybe another time.

“So, you…believe me?” he asked hesitant.

You nod, looking to him. A soft smile appeared on his face, and the heaviness from his shoulders went down. “You don’t know how relieved I am you accept my apologize…”

Your face frown which confused the male.

“You…. did, or?” he asked, not sure how to read your face.

You crossed your arms. “I only said I believe how it turned into the event…but nothing about apologize…”

Now Akihiko’s face frown, concern filled his eyes. “…Okay…I see…” he said, unsure what to say or do now. Of course, you only believe the story.

“…I mean…” you started. “You might be a bit unlucky how you got into…but…” you stopped, looking up to the moon.

“But?” Akihiko asked. He really wanted to know what else he messed up.

“…You still stared at me…intensive…” you started, blushing lightly. “…and even when it wasn’t your intention…you also stare at the others…”

Akihiko wasn’t sure if he got it right… but you sounded a bit…not happy about it that he accidentally saw the other girls naked. Well, not really naked, the towels covered a lot. Wasn’t there a page in his dating guide? Girls don’t like it when you give another girl your attention, even when it wasn’t on purpose? What suggested the book? Whatever happens, always give in? Should he go with it?

He breathed deeply in and out, then looking to you, an honest and form feature on his face.

“I am really sorry, [Y/N]. You’re right, I did something I shouldn’t do. I might get dragged into, but I didn’t act like this.” Akihiko said, scanning your face for any change in your mood. “I only have eyes for you. I would do everything for you, and no one else.” And he meant it. Since he discovered his feelings for you, and even started admitting them, you were one of his top priorities. One of the dearest he wanted to protect. He wanted to learn more about you, wanted to learn more to love about you. Someone would say it cheesy, but he hopelessly falls for you.

“…everything…?” you asked, and Akihiko surely heard your tune in it. It wasn’t any hint of being angry, or being amused. Some hint of lascivious, there was this spark in your eye he knew very well. He couldn’t deny he liked the way the talk between you turned out.

“I meant it what I said…” he said to you, locking eyes with you. “Everything you desire…I will do it!”

“Even in a place like the hotel?”

“Even here!”

You seemed to think about his offer, but he already senses the slight smirk on your face, and the somehow hot sparkling tension between you two.

“How about you show me that you only have eyes for me?”

Akihiko only nods, smiling shortly at you before closing the gap between you two. He sweetly took your face into his hands and placed his lips over yours. Gentle and slow, lightly massaging your lips while the kiss lasted. He parted soon after, yet only to grip your hips, pulling you even closer that your clothed bodies touch and reunited your lips again.

You put automatically your hands at his chest, leaning into him while you felt his hands claiming your hips. Sometimes, he let one hand wanders around, playfully squeezing your ass cheek. You softly yelped into the kiss which didn’t go unnoticed by the senior, a mischievous smirk appeared on his face during the kiss.

You parted again, both of you catching up with the own breath. Both of you had flushed faces, but also lightly raced heartbeats. His eyes scanned your face. He could get drunk by your flushing cheeks, the taste of your lips, the soft touch of your skin under his hands. It always awakens something inside him what was hidden for a longest time.

“Was that all?” you provoked him on purpose, raising an eyebrow. He only chuckled when you felt his grip around you tighter.

“Don’t worry, love. I just needed to be warmed up for the real fun…”

And with this, Akihiko easily lifted you up, just for pressing you against the nearest railing. His strength always impressed you, and you were sure he sometimes just wants to show off before you. At least it got more visible after you two started dating. You quite remember good how Akihiko ran into a fight with way too much shadows even when Mitsuru said they should wait for the others. He beats them all, without any harm. Just to get the force of Mitsuru to feel.

You lightly caress over his arm, feeling the tense in his muscle, yet also the little goosebumps on his skin. However, Akihiko wasn’t here to enjoy your touch, he aggressively took you again into a kiss, biting at your bottom lip for entrance. As soon as you lightly parted your lips, he pushed his tongue as deep but also enjoyable as possible inside you, turning the kiss into a passionate, heated battle between you two.

You felt how he pressed himself more into you, softly rubbing himself between your legs which sends waves of pleasure over you. Nevertheless, this didn’t stop you, too, to put one leg around his hip, your hands roaming over his body.

“Take off your cloths!” you demand at him after parting, getting him a bit caught off-guard. There was again the cluelessness in his face which made him very loveable. His cheeks turned bright red.

“As you wish” he only answered, letting you down. As soon as you had ground under your feet, he started opening the kimono, letting the cloth falling off his body, soon to be followed by the underwear until he was undressed before you.

It wasn’t the first time you saw him naked. However, it was indeed cute that from time to time, Akihiko felt a bit shy being that bare before you. He was trained, and so was his body shaped. Not entirely bulky, but his determination into training all over the years paid off. Nothing to be shy for. You guessed it might be for him showing you his entire vulnerable side. Yet, the spreading red in his face speaks the story while you let your eyes room over his features. Any other girl would kill you for the beauty before your eyes.

“Oh my…”

Well, another reason Akihiko was somehow a bit shy showing himself naked to you is the easy fact how easily he got turned on. You already felt it before, yet seeing him naked and obviously painfully hard before you, it really did things to you. You could see his urge to cover himself with his hands, but he seemed to suppress it.

“D-Don’t stare at me…” he mumbles shyly, avoiding eye contact. The sudden shift was welcoming, but also confusing. It only made you laugh softly.

“But how can I don’t admire something marvelous right in front of me?” you asked teasingly, it worked.

“…you are staring at my dick…only…at my dick…”

“You cannot deny the welcoming view…”

Why he even felt hesitant when it comes to his dick, you were unsure. Groomed, not too long or too short, you would say average. He even cut down his pubic hair a bit. A good dick, you would say. He already knows how to make good use of it. Maybe, it was a guy’s problem.

“…and why…don’t you undress?” he asked after finding the courage. “Seems a bit unfair being the only one naked…”

“Are you demanding something…? Didn’t you say you would do…everything?”

The realization hits him. He shortly bits his lips, his face frowns to somehow forget where it all starts. He breathed in and you, then facing you again.

“You’re right. I am sorry, I shortly…got more into it and forget what the purpose of it was. Please, let me continue showing you”

“Go Ahead!” you said, and Akihiko didn’t waste any seconds to be close to you again. Without wasting any time, you felt his grip on you again, easily lifting up and slightly pressed against the railing, his body pressed now even more into you. If he did it by purpose that his dick was between your legs, you were sure he did. However, it was only his approach being fast, even a bit wild.

The kiss somehow was hesitant, shy. But also, gentle and sweet. It’s like he wants you to enjoy the short, sweet moment. Savoring the taste of his lips, feeling their softness. He parts from you; you could read the love he holds for you in his eyes. Yet, there was also a burning flame, a desire which needs to be pleased, as much as his hard dick between your legs earned for attention and touch.

Still, this was something he had to earn. And he knew it. Your eyes were locked, no one said something. It was more a silent communication between you two. Akihiko nods at you, softening his grip around you. With seconds, he went down on his knees. His hands softly caress your legs, slowly going up their way until they reached the hem of your kimono. The dances from his fingers over your skin sends a shiver down your spine. He stopped at the hem, looking up to meet your eyes. You smiled at him as a permission. With this, he worked up your kimono and opened the cloth to the point your legs and your clothed vagina was in sight for him. He shortly holds in, seeming a bit in thought what to do next. He decided to start with slowly tracing his fingers over your thighs, followed by a soft trail of peaks and kisses.

You let out lightly hums while he continues his sweet trail of soft caressing and kissing your thighs. When his finger reached your underwear, he got a bit cocky. Instead of putting the cloth down, Akihiko let his fingers dance over your clothed vagina, knowing for sure the outside weak spots of you to press, to tickle out specific sounds from your lips. With the escape of your first loud and heartful moan, a winning smirk spread over his face.

“I love hear you singing to my touch…” he says in a melodic voice, not quite suitable for his devilish smirk on his lips. Normally, you pouted by his teasing behavior. However, he knew you and just pressed his fingers slightly which let you continue moan before you could even dare to pout.

Akihiko continued his way of teasing until he finally had mercy with you. With ad most slowness, his fingers went under the cloth, lightly brushing your labia before pushing it down, revealing your vagina to the outside, to his eyes.

Mostly unhear able to you, Akihiko mumbles something like Delicious when viewing you. A sight he could get drunk off. He enjoyed the view a bit too long for your taste, so you put a hand into his fluff of hair, pulling it a bit harder than usual. It didn’t go without a reaction, a mix of a painful little scream and a moan dropped out of his lips.

“For making something up, you enjoy yourself a bit too much, Aki…” you said, your tune a bit harsher, yet still filled with lust. “And you are far right now from making up…I’m waiting!”

You didn’t even wait for him to apologize or saying something else, you pulled him by his hair back between your legs. He seemed to grunt by the force. However, as soon as you let go off him, he slowly walked on his knees closer to you. His hands found a good place to lay on, and you could only see how his face got lost between you. And then, you felt his lips sweetly placing kisses but he fast changes it to sensual licking with his tongue. At first on the outside, but he didn’t waste time to dig it deeper into you, licking your inner walls, enjoying during it listen to the moans and hums escaping from you.

Akihiko changes out of sudden his pattern in pleasuring you and starts sucking you out. Sometimes a bit harsher, then slow and caring, and again a bit rougher, leaving your lips swollen, and yourself on a high rush of feelings. Which had a very high effect on him, his dick lightly wiggles, even pre-cum leaking, requesting to get some attention, some begging for releasing. He tried once to put down one hand to pleasure himself while he eats you out. You noticed and pulled again hard at his hair, to let him know his current place. His movements got sloppier, his mind clearly distracted with his own need but also his task to making up, for you accepting his apologize.

“Say…” you started, catching your breath from all the emotions you felt. “You seemed restless, Aki. Is something on your mind?”

You already know what was going on. His face flushed from the heat during the act, his hunger in his eyes, and well, his own need visible very painful. You know how hard he tried to control himself at this very moment. If he wasn’t here for making up, he would have let out his wild, animalistic side. A side where he showed you his true strength, his full stamina. It mostly leads to the fact he ravages you, even when he still is a sweetheart during the act. He was afterwards so ashamed about being reckless with you. You often said to him you didn’t mind, even enjoyed it. However, he is worried as hell, but also caring and sweet. You hadn’t told him but he was for sure a master in taking perfect aftercare.

He came out of your legs, heavily breathing. It was readable in his eyes that he knew your purpose with the question is teasing and provoking him.

“There is a lot on my mind, love…” he started, a bit hesitant in tune, still catching his breath. “Am I allowed…to voice them?”

“You are. Tell me, what’s on your mind?” you sweetly sing. Akihiko looked up to you.

“As much as I love it to make you feel good with my mouth…” he breathed in and out sharply. “…I cannot deny the desire that I want to be inside you…I want to feel you…I want to pleasure you with my dick…”

After telling, he let his head down, you could see how the heat crushed into his cheeks. He still wasn’t use to this bold dirty talk, even when he clearly enjoys it. You softly laughed, lightly patting his head, letting your hand ruffling his hair.

“…I have to say…you really are doing a great job down there. You are such a good boy… I think…”

You could feel how he looked up again with a kind of impatient look in his eyes.

“…I think…we can have a little change…Must admit, as much as I enjoy your skills…it is different not to feel you…I want…to feel you…” you said, a tiny hint of pink on your cheeks, allowing shortly the short shift in the atmosphere. “Please Aki…be inside me!”

A soft smile appeared on his face, slowly going back on his feet. You weren’t really a short one, not yet as tall as him. However, it still makes things to you when Akihiko stands before you, and you slightly have to look up to him. He closes the distant between you, placing his hands on your hips and capturing your lips with his again. You could feel his dick poking you which automatically let you spread your legs a bit apart. Clearly not going unnoticed by the male. He seemed a bit surprise about the speed in action. You only chuckle.

“I think we can agree we had enough foreplay, or?”

You didn’t even let him answer when you grab into one of your kimono bags, just for taking out some condoms. Akihiko’s surprised face even grew bigger. He cannot deny the thought the whole being angry and making up was just a charade to have an excuse to have sex with him in an unknown place. Not that he wouldn’t mind. Well, maybe he would be a bit hesitant about the idea being intimate in another place than his dorm room. A thing he would definitely trying to work on, being a bit…bolder with you. But that’s for another occasion.

He thankfully took one and prepared himself, your eyes glued to it. When the tiny layer of protection was on, you only smirked at him. You opened the loop of your kimono, revealing yourself naked before your already naked boyfriend.

“Show me what you can” you provoke him, a tiny spark in his eyes lighting up by the challenge. Of course, he now doesn’t waste any time, closing the distant between you. With one hand lifting one of your legs, he used the other to guide himself into a comfortable position to slide inside you. Even when the preparation was gentle, it wasn’t the entrance. It’s quite the opposite. With a rush thrust, hips hardly crushed against it, a sharp pain went through both of you. This would leave some bruises. “I’m sorry” Akihiko mumbles, slightly embarrassed by himself. “I promise, I’ll work on it the next time…” You just watched him, not saying anything. Instead, you just took his face into your hands, forcing him to look at you. Your fingers drawing the features, letting him feel a warm shiver crawling down his spine. Even for nighttime and the rare light, you could see his grey eyes shining bright at you. A glimpse of warm, kindness, love but also lust, hunger and desire. It was unbelievable for you that those eyes only looked at you, that those feelings were only meant for you. You considered yourself really a lucky girl.

“Don’t let me wait, Aki…” you breathed into his ear when you lean more into him. “Let me feel…alive!”

The words did their magic to the senior, the mood shifting faster than someone could count stars. His hands found his place gripping your hips, your body got pressed against the railing. To your both lucks, it was built out of steel. Any other material wouldn’t last the upcoming event. Which would be leading in both of you falling into the garden’s lake. Which would cause a very high amount of unwanted attention both of you didn’t desire right now.

He started with an uncoordinated pace, not sure if he should thrust slow or fast, and even unsure of the impact he wanted to add to it. His one hand pressed your leg against his hip, mostly for more stability for you, and a better angle for him. Your hands grabbed the railing, also trying to lay against it as much as it’s providing comfort. You let your head hung back in your neck, eyes closed, for letting the pleasure crushing down on you. Letting them room to wash over you, leaving the taste of desire for more. Hums and softly sighs left your mouth which let Akihiko known that he’s quite on the right path.

It took him some minutes to set to a pace which pleased you and himself. Not slow, but not exactly fast. He would describe it as a steady beat, mostly like a rhythm he uses when he trains his boxing. That you grabbed the railing gave him a bit more freedom in the angle he thrusted into you. He doesn’t have to think about if it would shake you and you would lose your footing. He watched how you had your eyes closed; enjoyment written on your face while he continued pounding into you. The way you enjoyed this so much made things to him, filling him with warmth and somehow more anticipation to pleasuring you even more. It also responded to the way your walls clenched around him with every thrust he gives you. Some grunts escaped his mouth, he closed his eyes down for also processing the flow and rush of feelings inside him. It caused him automatically to lightly speed up the pace, and also the force with each thrust.

He wished to say how incredible it feels for him, how much it thrilled him up. Yet, his lips were unable to form the words. Only pants escaped. It was for you either. You looked up, looking at him. You could admire for hours how the sweat lightly drops off his body on yours, how his glaze was locked on you. It was marvelous how his body moved with such easy grace in- and outside you, letting you feel a spark when the tip of his dick reached a very deep point inside you. You let go off the railing, just for grabbing behind his neck, forcing once again your lips on his. It took him a bit off-guard; it slightly broke his pattern. The kiss wasn’t gentle, it was a battle of hunger, desire and dominance. One hand grab into his hair, hardly pulling at it while the other digs the finger into his back’s flesh for support, leaving visible scratches. It caused him to moan loud into your kiss, yet he doesn’t even think of giving up, or letting up from the pace.

The kiss even thrilled him more up. While your lips battled, his hand on your leg pressed it even harder against his hip, the other grips even harder at your hip. He even dared to slightly made its way to your ass, clapping it playfully, lightly digging his fingers into your soft flesh, letting you know he can also play this game. You couldn’t resist a moan, but also not a payback in biting his lip during the kiss. You just hoped it wasn’t such a hard bite. It wouldn’t be the first time you bite a bit too hard. Well, it wasn’t in the end your problem to explain the swollen lip to others. To your liking, it fueled him even more with energy, and he changed again his pace. His brain was now fully consumed by the heated kiss battle, the way your body reacted to him and his own desire – fast and merciless. He didn’t even care that your body clutched against the steel of the railing. It wasn’t any harm for you, yet it wasn’t really quiet. It appeared it was a bit rusty, so it squeaks soundly. But he doesn’t care, you also don’t care. Your hips started moving alongside with his thrust, letting him grunt into the kiss. His grip got stronger, so as his pounds into you. You tried to scream into the kiss when his dick reached a weak point, it sometimes failed. It was somehow the moment you knew it wouldn’t take any longer for you to last, same goes for your boyfriend.

And he could sense it, for you and himself. Akihiko collected his last remain energy and jack hammered his dick inside you like a god-damn tantrum. You clenched extremely around him, he had to hold his breath how tight you were. You broke the kiss, throwing your head back to process the sheer amount of feeling crushing down. Akihiko could only watch how you got hit by the orgasm. Yet, soon enough to feel himself getting kicked over the clouds by how tight you were that it milked him out instantly.

He stopped abruptly with his movements, slowly letting go of your leg. He softly placed his hands on your hips, giving you support. Both of you just tried to catch the own breath. After minutes what feel like years, you gained back a bit of life and common sense into yourself. However, trying to saying something was another different topic.

“…that was…uhm…”

You just realized the whole situation. That you were indeed in a very intimate moment with your boyfriend, in a very unknow place and you were sure with one thing: You weren’t really quiet about it. The fact he was entirely naked and covered in sweat while you were part of naked, but also covered in sweat, count into the realization.

“We should leave as soon as possible!”

“What?” was Akihiko’s only response before you somehow chased him to dress himself up poorly and escaping through the next door back into the hotel. It doesn’t even let you both time to somehow clean up whatever mess you left. Both of you hide in the near bathroom for guests, just hearing some footsteps outside in direction to the garden. While you had to wait before the coast was clear, you both used it to freshen yourself a bit up as much as possible. Yet, both of you were a bit embarrassed to say something to the outcome of the situation. It was kind of frighting and thrilling at the same time, leaving a positive and negative mix of feelings inside you.

“Aki…” you said softly, gathering his attention. He walked up to you, looking curious at you. “Yes?”

“…I forgive you…for…earlier, you know…” you mumble. “You showed me how much I mean to you and…and I really did enjoy it…” You hugged him which he accepted in an instant.

“I am glad” he said, gentle caressing your back during the hug. “You had no idea how worried I was about a way to apologize…”

“Yeah, I can imagine. But I think our new problem is more to worry about…”

You heard him sighing. “I just hope no one saw us”

“I guess, they just…heard us…” you said, you heard him sigh again. “Will be some rumors in the next time…”

“Wonderful” you heard Akihiko saying, clearing seeing him rolling his eyes. Even when no one would ever find out it was the both of you – being the hottest topic in rumors wasn’t to his liking. Because he would know the rumors will be about you and him. It kind of let him feel embarrassed than being proud.

You parted, looking at each other. “I think, we should go back to bed to get some sleep. We will talk tomorrow, okay?”

“Yes, that sounds like a plan. Good night, [Y/N]!”

“Good night, Aki”

You shared a quick kiss, and leave to your rooms in hope not to get caught.

You didn’t get caught but Akihiko’s biggest nightmare came true the next morning. By the start of the last day, students were talking highly about the events they got a glimpse on.

“Have you heard? It seems we have some love birds among us, and they chirped a bit too loud in the night in the garden.”

“No way, really?”

“Oh, yeah. Some students woke up because they heard someone scream, so they alarmed some staff. But when they arrived, all what they found was a used condom.”

“How filthy. They didn’t get caught?”

“Nope. But can you imagine? Some people are crazy and horny enough to fuck in public…”

It was kind of hard not to feel insulted by the many descriptions of being naughty by plenty of students but both of you made it somehow. How Akihiko even ditched the questioning of Junpei who seemed not to believe him was impressive. In the end, both of you made it back into the dorm without being suspected.

Akihiko had texted you to come to his room, so you knocked at his door. Soon, he opens and let you in. Both of you sit down on the edge of his bed.

“It’s about last night…” he started, truly thinking about his next words. “I’m sorry I caused us such problems”

“Huh?” you asked surprised. “But it wasn’t your entire fault, Aki”

“Well…If I remember right, I…” his face turned a shade redder. “I was the one who made you scream…”

“That…might be true…” you also felt flustered. “But the entire idea was on my bucket, you just obeyed…”

“…but I also followed the flow, so…I don’t know…” he sighed. He felt a bit like a kicked puppy.

“Can we agree it was the fault from both of us?” you asked, seeing to his lightly troubled face. He nods.

“And even when it has an end, we didn’t see coming…I…really enjoyed it.”

Akihiko looked up, a faint pink on his cheeks. “You do?”

“Of course, I do, idiot. I always do. Because, it is with you, the person I care the most…”

You didn’t expect him to reaction bold with kissing you forcefully, letting you both fall on the bed. He parted, looking at you.

“You are also the person I care the most…You are driving me crazy with how tempting you are…”

You only chuckled, but got cut off by another kiss.

“Let me show you how much I love you…”

And you did let him do it.

#writing #ethien #spicy #only read when over 18+#persona #persona 3 #reader insert #reader is female #f!reader #akihiko sanada #akihiko sanada x reader #akihiko x reader #one-shot #somehow written it and forgot its kinktober but i dont have a prompt list lol #smut #also on AO3

119 notes · View notes

dixonlvr-online · 2 years

Text

On three?

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of injury, swear words

Genre: Minor angst, mostly fluff

Challenge: Just get it over with @whumptober / Soulmate AU / "I don't think this is your problem."

“Gaaaah!” you cried out, quickly biting your tongue to shut yourself up. This was not the time or place for noise: you were being followed by the undead.

You followed after Daryl, keeping your pace steady. Every time you stumbled, white hot pain shot through your body. It had been an accident, a tumble in a department store when a walker startled you. The trip-up had cost you, though, evident by your dislocated shoulder.

“Alrigh,’ I think we’re in the clear,” Daryl said, stopping in his tracks. You breathed out, grateful for the break, but the lack of motion only brought attention to your injury again. Daryl stared at you in concern, gesturing to your shoulder.

“Let’s reset it now. Can’t have ya moanin’ the rest of the way home. Doc’ll fix you up better when we get back,” he said. You nodded, gritting your teeth against the pain. Daryl stepped closer, placing his hands on your shoulder. Despite his attempt to be gentle, you flinched at the contact.

“Just get it over with,” you hissed, closing your eyes in preparation.

“On three, okay?” he said. “One, two…” CRACK! He thrusted up, popping your shoulder back into place.

You howled in pain, pulling away from him. You clutched at your arm, willing the pain to lessen, feeling tears stream down your face. After a moment, the sharpness faded into a throb. You took a deep breath, straightening again.

Daryl was staring at you again, tentatively watching your movements. You shot him a glare.

“On three, huh? Asshole,” you groaned, slowly moving your arm. Daryl smiled, slowly, glad to see your sense of humor had returned.

“You’ll survive. Want me to kiss it better?” he teased. You scoffed, rolling your eyes at the man.

“No seriously,” he said, “I’ll kiss it better. Might not even need a doctor after that. I hear I have a magical mouth.” You tried to shove him, but your arm was still too stiff for the action. Daryl was laughing, eyes lit up with glee. Your reaction was just as he’d expected.

“I never should’ve told you that. Should’ve known it would go to your head,” you said. He grinned, reaching out to hold your waist. You let him pull you closer, watched as he dipped his head to your shoulder and placed a tender kiss there.

“All better now. Ready to move?” he said, his voice gentle now. You sighed, shaking your head at the silly man you loved more than anything.

“Yeah. On three?” you said. Daryl raised a confused eyebrow, but you took off before he could question it.

He shook his head, watching you sprint away. Daryl smiled before taking off after you. Anywhere you went, he followed, no matter how ridiculous the circumstances.

#whumptober2022 #no.18 #just get it over with #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #the walking dead #twd #norman reedus

378 notes · View notes

thebiggerbear · 4 months

Text

Rachel Gatina x Reader - Prompt Response - "I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that."

Summary: Rachel, who has never spoken to you before, approaches you to ask for a favor. Despite what Bevin said, Rachel decides that she has to gauge this whole "being into girls" thing properly. And she's picked you to help her with that. ...Lucky you.

Pairing: Rachel Gatina x Female!Reader

A/N: Prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting (#941). I started quite a few scenarios for Rachel's response to this prompt but none of them felt right until this scenario popped into my head. I tried to keep this as 2000's as possible. Hope this is okay.

Both characters are over eighteen.

This is meant to take place right after the Bevin and Rachel bathroom scene in 4x13.

Warnings: mention of implied sex; internalized homophobia (I hope that's the correct term)

Word Count: 3757

Rachel Taglist: @nancymcl

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that."

<-->

You were just getting your books out of your locker when someone suddenly appeared next to you. You glanced over to see a familiar redhead smirking at you. You rolled your eyes and went back to your locker. “What do you want?”

Rachel Gatina had been the new girl at Tree Hill High who was giving Brooke Davis a run for her money and her non-exclusive boyfriend. Now, she was besties with Brooke and constantly toggling between mean girl and party girl. Either way, she had never been very nice to you or anyone else (except Mouth) who wasn’t in the “cool cliques”.

“Can’t one senior come over to say hello to her fellow senior?”

“When said senior has never spoken a word to this fellow senior? Then no.” You slammed your locker shut and moved past her to head to class.

“I’m speaking to you now.” She was keeping pace with you, great.

“Oh, well then let me put my entire day on hold since Queen Rachel is speaking to me.” You turned a glare on her.

“Not queen, just…maybe a little royalty.”

You rolled your eyes again and kept moving. You were going to be late for AP Lit and you did not want to be late for that class. Mr. Barton had a rule that he enforced with an iron fist: one minute late, no class for you. He would lock the door and not unlock it again until the class was over.

“As it so happens, I need a favor.” She was still following you.

“Oh, imagine that. A favor.” You still didn’t stop.

“Oh, come on. For someone I’ve never spoken a word to before, you’re being awfully harsh, don’t you think?” She wasn’t wrong. The truth was that she intimidated you a little bit. And that was your go to when it came to intimidation: pushback and biting sarcasm.

“I’m late for class,” you threw at her. “And if I don’t hurry, I’ll be—”

She grabbed your hand and yanked you off to the side, right into the girls’ bathroom.

“What the— Rachel, what are you doing? I’m about to be locked out of class.” You hurried towards the door but she blocked you. “Rachel,” you growled. “The bell is about to—”

The bell rang before you could finish your sentence. You had now officially been marked absent from Mr. Barton’s class and you were locked out. Great. You were screwed.

“So you miss one class, big deal. It’s not like you’re flunking.”

You crossed your arms and sighed. “How would you know that?”

“I asked around. I make it my business to know. Now, about that favor.”

“That you made me miss one of my most important classes for.”

She laid a hand on your shoulder. “Don’t worry. Just tell Barton you had a girl emergency. He’ll offer you a make-up paper before you can get out the word ‘tampon’. Besides, it’s not like you’ll be lying to him exactly. This is a girl emergency.” She smiled, placing her hand on her hip.

You walked over to the gross looking tampon dispensing machine and gestured to it. “If you needed one, it’s right here. Are you out of quarters?”

She smirked and flicked her hair back. “I like you. It’s a shame we didn’t talk before this. I get the feeling we could have been friends.”

“A cheerleader hanging out with a loner? Yes, I can definitely see that.”

“You call yourself a loner?” She laughed. “You’re far from it from what I’ve heard.”

You narrowed your eyes at her. “And your emergency is?”

She pressed her lips together and sat on one of the sinks, swinging her legs back and forth as she settled. “I’m not sure how to ask this without sounding…you know, gay, so I’m just going to ask.”

Your heart started to pound at the word ‘gay’. Oh no.

“Will you kiss me?”

Your eyes widened and your heart stopped altogether. Was she for real?

She gave you an encouraging smile. “It’s just to see if something Bevin said is true or not.”

“Bevin?”

“Yeah. We had class together last period and we had to do this stupid assignment together. She said this thing and now I can’t get it out of my head.”

“So let me see if I’ve got this right. Bevin said something to you in class during an assignment you both were working on together and that had you finding me, who you’ve never spoken to before, to push me into the bathroom with you to ask me to kiss you but not wanting it to sound gay. To see if what Bevin said is true or not.”

Rachel shrugged. “More or less. Yeah.”

“Right.” You immediately began opening stall doors, seeing no one was in here thankfully. You then began checking underneath the sinks, the bathroom mirrors, anywhere a recording device of some kind could be installed.

“What are you doing?” She asked when you quickly looked under her sink. “I said a kiss not…that.”

“Wouldn’t you be so lucky,” you snapped. “I’m looking for recording devices of some kind. Someone hidden in here who’s going to jump out and let me know I’m on Punk’d or Candid Camera or something. Maybe you’ve got a couple of the cheerleaders hiding somewhere with a camera to take a picture. Maybe Brooke and a couple of jocks are just waiting outside the door to laugh and spread rumors.”

Rachel crossed her arms. “You are way too paranoid, you know that?”

You shrugged. “Can’t be too safe, especially when it comes to high school. Especially this high school.”

“I’ll have you know that most guys would be dying for the chance if I gave it to them. if I asked them to kiss me, they would already be over here, all over me.”

“I’m not a guy in case you haven’t noticed.”

“Of course I noticed, that’s why I asked.”

“So, you’re just looking for any girl to kiss you. Is that it?” Lucky you.

“Not just any girl. You.”

“Why me?”

“I’ve heard the rumors.”

You tensed up. “What rumors?”

She leaned forward. “You know. And I know you’re into me, even if you won’t admit it.”

She was right; you weren’t going to admit it. “Right, right. Question, how did you fit through the door just now with that massive ego of yours?”

“That’s not the only thing of mine that’s massive.” As if to illustrate her point, she leaned forward a little more until you could see straight down her cleavage. Well, she certainly wasn’t lying.

“Alright, first off, those rumors aren’t true. Secondly, let’s say I do this for you. What do I get in return?”

“This is a favor, not a deal,” she scoffed.

“How long would this have to be for?”

She shot you a look and sat up. “Wow, talk about giving a girl a complex. Is the idea of kissing me really that horrible for you?”

“I didn’t say that. I’m merely trying to determine what I’m going to be asking in trade.”

“Now, it’s a trade.” She huffed a laugh in disbelief. A moment later, she glanced over at you. “Five seconds. No more, no less.”

“Okay then, what I want in return is this: you never tell anyone about this.”

“That’s what you want in return?”

“Yep. I want your word that you won’t whisper a word of this to anyone. When you go away to college and you’re experimenting or whatever, sure you can mention that one kiss in the girls’ bathroom one time, but not here in Tree Hill. Never here in Tree Hill. Or to anyone from here and that includes Brooke. Deal?”

She gave you a nod. “Deal.”

“Alright.” Now you were feeling nervous and self-conscious. “So do I, uh, just come over there or do you come over here or do we meet in the middle or—”

“Just come over here,” she ordered, impatience coloring her tone.

“Okay,” you muttered, moving over to her.

Rachel studied you and you began to feel like an exhibit in a museum or something. “So, we doing this or—”

“Shut up.” She cupped your face and leaned in, pressing her lips to yours.

You were sort of having a little meltdown in your brain right then. Rachel Gatina was kissing you. The beautiful, cocky, queen of mean, sexy cheerleader Rachel Gatina was kissing you. Ever since she’d arrived, she had been turning heads, even yours. You never had the courage to approach her or say hello to her, even at a party the two of you were at. Especially since she didn’t seem all that nice. Never mind the whole cliques thing, Rachel had been right; there were rumors going around about you. Most of the girls on Rachel’s side of the hallway so to speak avoided you like the Plague and only acknowledged your existence to make fun of you or gossip about you if somehow the rumors got a second wind (which you made sure they never did, not from you anyway).

But Rachel was beautiful although personality wise, she wasn’t exactly your type. Though she did prove to be a lot smarter than she let on. You may have asked around yourself, overheard a few things. Plus, you had it on pretty good authority that she may have been the one to cause the whole time capsule business which then led to— You didn’t want to think about that. Now or ever quite honestly. Besides, Mouth had made you promise to keep it to yourself about the capsule. It was obvious that even Mouth had a crush on her.

You counted down the seconds in your head as you enjoyed the softness of her lips against yours, the smell of her perfume, the feeling of her hands on your face. When you reached the end, you went to pull back but she tugged you back in. Not only did she keep you there but she deepened the kiss. You could have sworn you felt the edge of her tongue against your lower lip.

You continued counting in your head and by 27, Rachel finally let you go. You took a step back and watched as she held her fingers up to her lips, staring at you. Then she did the last thing you expected (or if you were being honest, you totally expected it). She laughed out, “Oh my God.”

There it was. You waited for the joke, for Brooke to pop out of a stall that she mysteriously appeared into and begin laughing and pointing, for the whole school to start filing into the bathroom, one by one, to join in the merriment. “Yeah, that’s usually the reaction I get,” you muttered, wiping your lips with your fingers.

“No, not you. I mean…Bevin was right.” She laughed again, seeming almost pleasantly surprised.

And there was the joke. “Great. Glad she was. Now, if I can be set free from this Bathroom Bastille, that would be awesome. Thanks for the laughs.” You gave her a peace sign and began to walk towards the door. You fully expected to find some cheerleaders or Bevin or Brooke on the other side of it.

“Hey! Hold up a second.” She jumped down from the sink and grabbed your shirt sleeve to stop you. “You don’t have to act like kissing me was such a revolting thing for you to do that you’re now relieved it’s over. You really do know how to give a girl a complex.”

“I know how to give a girl a complex? You’re laughing after you kissed me. What about that doesn’t give a girl a complex?”

She nodded, sticking her hands into the back pockets of her jeans. “True. I’m sorry. I wasn’t laughing at you.”

You arched a brow over at her.

“Scout’s honor.” She stuck two fingers up in a gesture that you were pretty sure they didn’t use in the Scouts but you kept that observation to yourself.

“Then what were you laughing at?”

She looked uncomfortable then and you had to wonder if she had been telling you the truth just now. “That Bevin was right. …And not.”

“Right about what?”

She bit at her lip. “Okay, here’s the thing. I don’t know you just like you don’t know me. So if I tell you this, you can’t tell anyone at all. Even if they’re not from Tree Hill. Like ever. Got it?”

So, she also had a secret that she didn’t want getting out. You could understand that. You held up your fingers in the actual Scout’s honor sign. “Got it.”

Rachel looked uncomfortable again but her discomfort also seemed to be tainted by a little sadness. “I was telling Bevin that I never really feel anything with the guys I sleep with.” Ah, you knew where this was going. “I mean, I got this new body and everything but it didn’t change anything. Except for how they looked at me.” She bit at her bottom lip again which you were starting to see may be a nervous gesture on her part. “So, Bevin said she always wondered what it would be like to be a guy, checking out chicks. And I said that might be my problem, maybe I was into girls.”

You kept your face carefully neutral but inside you were half-shocked, and half-not so shocked.

“She kissed me on the spot which totally took me by surprise, and asked if I felt anything. I told her I didn’t because I really didn’t. She said if I was into girls then I would’ve felt something because she’s a great kisser and I’d be into her.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at that one. Maybe Bevin was a great kisser like she boasted but that wasn’t exactly how it worked. You would know.

“And you weren’t?”

“No,” she snapped. “I like Bevin well enough but no. The class ended and that was it. But then it got me thinking.”

“Ah. You thought you’d go to one of the girls rumored to be gay in this school and ask her to kiss you, you know just to make sure.”

“Well, not to put too fine a point on it but yeah.”

You snorted. “Well?”

“Well?”

“Did you feel anything?”

She looked uncertain for a moment so you figured the answer would be no. But then she surprisingly took a step closer to you, giving you a hint of a smile that was absent of her usual cockiness. “Yeah, actually.”

“So according to Bevin’s vast array of knowledge in these matters, you must be into girls then. Mazel Tov. I’ll see you around, Rachel.” You turned to leave, eager to put this whole thing behind you, when she gently grabbed your arm.

You sighed and turned back. “I did what you asked. I don’t get why—”

Rachel leaned in, kissing you again.

When she broke away, your brows drew together. “Uh…?”

“Did you feel anything?”

Hell yeah, you did. You felt that down to your toes. But you weren’t about to tell her that. “I, um… It’s really hard to tell. I might need further exploration on the subject.”

She let you go and gave you a look. “Really?”

“Yep. As a matter of fact, I’m going to go find another cheerleader and shove her into a bathroom to make out with her so I can find out. Great idea, Rach. Thanks. Later.” You went to leave when she grabbed you again.

Smiling at you, she pulled you closer. “Shut up.” She kissed you then and you couldn’t help but kiss her back.

<-->

You glanced up when you heard the bell ring again, signaling you needed to get to your next class. You groaned and it wasn’t because Rachel’s lips were attached to your neck. You both were currently in a stall with her in your lap (because she refused to get her clothes dirty sitting on a gross toilet seat though she was slightly taller than you with the heels she was sporting, which made positioning awkward at times) and you literally had been making out now for most of the period.

“I need to get to my next class.”

“Skip it,” she breathed before kissing you again.

“I can’t skip it,” you panted. “I already missed one class while you’re having your gay awakening.”

She pulled back, scowling at you. “I’m not gay.”

You inclined your head at her sitting in your lap.

She shoved her hair behind her ear. “That doesn’t mean I’m gay. I’m just…trying new things.” She gave you a bright smile. “Besides, if I was gay, don’t you think I would have enjoyed kissing Bevin?”

“Yeah, that’s not how that works.”

“And you would know.”

“Says the girl who’s currently sitting on my lap and has been trying to convince me to meet her at her house later so she can get me into bed.”

She wrapped her arms around her neck. “Come on, it’ll be fun. Brooke won’t be there if that’s what you’re worried about. She has a date tonight. And I need to find out if those rumors are true.” She leaned in to place a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“I hate those rumors,” you muttered.

“Why? They’re not true?”

“What do you think?”

She thought about it for a moment. “Good point. So is it or is it not true that you and Donna DiLorenzo went all the way in the eighth grade at summer camp?”

You couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “Summer camp? How cliche.”

“So they’re not true then?”

You shook your head. “No. Donna and I were just friends. And I never went to summer camp.”

She shrugged. “Fair enough. But obviously, the other part of the rumor is true.” She smirked and ran a finger along your jaw.

“That I’m a raging lesbian who’s always on the prowl for girls? No. Sorry to disappoint but your friend Brooke made all of that up.”

She didn’t say anything to that. How could she? “But if you’re making out with me, then—”

“I like both guys and girls. That’s the real truth. Which goes without saying, is to be kept secret along with this whole little makeout session and what you told me earlier. It all goes into the vault, for life. Got it?”

She nodded, that cocky smirk making a reappearance. “So I really can’t convince you to come by tonight once Brooke leaves?”

You heard the bell again and you let out a huge groan. “That’s two classes now.”

“You have me on your lap, asking you to come to my house later so we can continue this, and you’re worried about class?” She actually seemed insulted.

“Yes. Because I don’t need the absences which will turn into zeros when they realize I’m cutting.”

Rachel studied you for a moment and flicked her hair back, holding onto you. “Well, since you don’t have to rush off now. Care to feel me up?”

You arched your brows in disbelief, silently asking if she was serious, to which she only smiled wider. “I hate you,” you muttered.

“You certainly have a weird way of showing that.” She ground into you and interlocked her fingers at the back of your neck, grinning. “Come on. You know you want to. They’re a hell of a lot bigger than Donna DiLorenzo’s,” she teased.

“Like I said, I hate you, and I wouldn’t know.”

“You’ve had your hands on my ass for the last half hour. While I’m flattered, don’t you want to feel what my other attributes feel like?”

“You mean holding onto your ass to keep you from falling? You’re welcome.”

“Come on.” She reached down and began to lower the straps of her tank top, her jacket having been hung up on the back of the door long ago.

You stopped her. “If I agree to drop by your house later, can we stop this ridiculous conversation in its tracks?”

She shrugged, moving her straps back into place. “I wouldn’t call it ridiculous but sure. Brooke’s date is picking her up around 8:00. Why don’t you swing by around 8:30?”

Your jaw tightened. “If this turns out to be some elaborate prank with cameras and people popping out and Brooke, I swear, I will go nuclear on your secrets. The vault won’t be able to withstand the heat of that explosion.”

“You are so incredibly paranoid but got it, loud and clear. For the record, I wasn’t inviting you over as a prank. I’m not Brooke,” she finished in a whisper. She then cleared her throat. “As it turns out, I am inviting you over to watch a movie.”

“Awww. You’re going to show me your Girls Gone Wild collection? How sweet.”

She swatted your shoulder. “Shut up. I’m talking about that movie The Grudge. Have you seen it?”

You shook your head. “Didn’t really want to if I’m honest.”

Her smile grew. “Perfect.” She leaned in and kissed you, chuckling into your mouth when she moved your hands from her ass to her breasts.

You squeezed them for good measure and muttered to her lips, “There. Very nice. Happy now?”

“Not yet.” She launched herself at you, kissing you deeply. You barely heard someone knocking on the bathroom door for the fourth time since this whole thing started, and you had stopped counting the seconds in your head long ago. Rachel Gatina was making out with you and she was inviting you over to her house later to “watch a movie”. There was no way in hell you were passing that up or paying attention to anything else (even if you had been dying to see The Grudge since you missed it while it was in theaters). You had missed two classes for Rachel’s experiment, after all.

That made you pull back for a moment. “I can’t miss another class, though.”

She nodded, panting. “You agreed to come over later so, yeah. I got it. But you still have forty five minutes.” She gave you that wicked smirk again before moving back in.

You moved your hands back to her ass and she moaned into your mouth though you could feel the smirk against your lips right before. You didn’t know Bevin Prince very well but damn if you weren’t going to send her some kind of gift basket as a thank you.

#rachel gatina x female reader #rachel gatina x reader #rachel gatina x you #rachel gatina x y/n #one tree hill fanfiction #rachel gatina #one tree hill #prompt response #oth fanfiction #oth #one tree hill fandom #rachel gatina fanfiction #danneel ackles #danneel ackles character #thebiggerbear #female!highschoolstudent!reader #both characters over 18 #danneel harris character #danneel harris

33 notes · View notes