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rootbeerworshiper · 13 days

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means something

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summery: your best friend stopped talking to you suddenly but you need one last chance at closure

warnings: angst lol

a/n: short and sweet (and sad) but i had fun writing it. alsoooo it’s based on the song but you don’t need the song playing in the background bc the pacing is different

love, sienna <3

you let out a defeated sigh as you focus your attention on a blank sheet of paper. it was supposed to be easy now, easier to let out your thoughts and begin to reconstruct your views on the situations that bring you sadness. at least that’s what your therapist advised you.

but instead you have nothing but small doodles of hearts on the top of the paper, serving as nothing but a sad reminder of your own life and how it lacks the love you always read about.

‘hopeless romantic’ used to feel like the wrong word, because there was a point where you had hope for a story like you see in the movies. a classic romantic comedy plot line was one you had always yearned for.

it’s silly how badly you’ve wanted it. you know you’re a complete person without it, you have strengths and aspirations and you cannot base your worth onto stupid boys.

but he wasn’t stupid. not in the slightest, regardless of what others said about him.

he was thoughtful and caring in ways no one else has been to you. never in your life have you seen someone so in touch with their own emotions at that level.

that’s because he’s special. to you and to so many other people.

April 17th, 2022

dear Matt,

i’m not entirely sure how to do this whole thing but it’s a step in healing that i’m more than inclined to take. part of me just really wants to get better so i have to do something to help me.

it might seem really random that i’m mailing you a letter, and trust me i understand how odd it is. but for once i needed you to hear me, and i can’t really send this message to a blocked number.

i can’t see anything in life without thinking of you. i saw a street sign the other day and i had to squint because, for a moment i thought i saw your last name plastered on the plastic. and i thought that it meant something. like the universe was trying to tell me something.

how pathetic is that? you know i can’t even have most of my favourite snacks anymore because they were our favourite snacks. the new foods you introduced me to when i forced you to watch ‘to all the boys i’ve loved before’ with me in middle school are practically forbidden from my apartment.

“this is the dumbest movie concept ever” Matt speaks, an annoyed undertone to his voice as he looks to me.

“you haven’t even watched it yet how can it be dumb? you know you might end up enjoying it if you watch it with an open mind” i reply, snuggling into his arm as my body rests on the soft couch cushion.

it definitely doesn’t take long for him to become invested.

“wait someone sent the letters?”

“why is she kissing him? doesn’t she like margo’s boyfriend?”

“damn they’re really just making out in a public hot tub”

the movie comes to a close, a cute song playing as the credits roll. “so, what did you think?”

“i think that i really like root beer and i really need the second movie now” he exclaims, sipping his bubbly liquid before looking down at me with the same blue eyes that can easily make me dizzy.

“i thought you’d come around Matt”

now i’m just a girl getting sad over a canned soda and a familiar brand of chips because it reminds me of all the good that once was.

along with this, i know everything about you.

i know your zodiac sign, me and leo’s are really compatible, which i never failed to mention to you despite how little you believe in astrology.

i can’t lie, the amount of silly little compatibility quizzes i took throughout middle school with our names punched in was a bit excessive, but every time without fail i would get the answers i had hoped for. and i thought that meant something.

i know how hard it was growing up for you. but i was there for you when you needed someone to force you to go to school in the morning, or when you needed help ordering food at the gas station across the street.

i used to think we were soulmates. not always romantic, but we just understood each other so well and i considered it to be sacred.

whenever i went through my own shit you were there for me. it was always so easy. knowing that if i had a bad day i had someone to go to who would listen with open ears… i guess it’s just been hard to live without that.

“Matt why did he break up with me? am i that unlovable?” i cry out, my head buried in matt’s chest as he rubs small circles on the back of my head.

he just pulls my head off of him, hands placed on either cheek as he looks at me. “i don’t think there is anyone on this planet that is more lovable than you”

i sniffle, trying my best to suppress the numerous tears that want nothing more than to escape my eyes. “so why did he break up with me out of the blue? after eight months why did he just decide he’s done with me?”

“because he’s an idiot who doesn’t understand the girl he just lost”

i cried for hours that night when my boyfriend broke up with me, and i know you remember. the next morning i woke up in your arms and i immediately felt guilty for keeping you up so late with my sob stories, but you didn’t care.

you said you wanted what’s best for me and you would make it your life’s goal to make me happy. and then you had the audacity to run your fingers through my hair as i thought about what to do next. that along with the constant reminders of how much i deserved love, that it was a definite thing for me.

how is that okay? do you not see how that was so completely confusing? did it mean absolutely nothing?

i haven’t kissed many people in my life, something Chris loved to tease me about. what he doesn’t know is that you were my first.

we never talked about it. maybe that was for the best, because every time i see a picture of you all i can think about is how good your lips felt on mine.

“i can’t just kiss you!” i laugh out, taking another swig of my drink before wiping my lips and looking back at the boy who has a serious expression resting on his face.

“sure you can. i don’t want jack to have an unfortunate ending to your guys’ date if u end up like… licking his bottom lip or some shit” he argues, holding his own drink in his own hand but keeping his attention solely on me.

“you’re just saying that because you’re drunk”

“maybe” he replies, sensing my hesitance. “is the idea of kissing me that bad?”

“no! no of course not, i just don’t wanna make it weird between us” i say, suddenly feeling a pool of anxiety form in my stomach.

but then, before i could form another overwhelming thought you just kissed me. just like that your lips were attached to mine and everything felt okay.

it was short lived, although i know i could have been like that forever. “nothing could ever make things weird between us, promise”

it’s funny isn’t it? how many times we assured each other that our friendship was solid, unbreakable.

i think the worst part is the not knowing. there’s nothing to comfort me with.

you left one day and you simply never spoke to me again. was it my fault? was it something i said?

i can’t help but wonder if the reason you cut it off is because you noticed all the small glances i would take in your direction. or if you noticed that the reason why i love romance books so much is because i imagine we’re the main characters.

that’s the thing though, i’ll never know. i feel less like myself without you, but maybe that’s part of growing up.

i have to learn what my own favourite snacks are and i can’t reply on you to have my back when i get my heart broken. instead i’ll be crying in an empty bed wondering what could’ve happened differently.

this wasn’t supposed to be a long letter but i promise it’s the only one you’ll be getting from me because i have to do the same as you, i have to move on.

i just have one question for you.

did all of this mean something to you? like really mean something to you in the way that i interpreted it.

i’ve wondered if i was delusional when i caught you staring at me from across the classroom, or when i found those compatibility tests in your search history.

but the kiss? drunk or not i thought something was there, with you or with us or whatever else. i didn’t think i was just another girl that Matt Sturniolo kisses and then forgets about but that’s exactly what i became.

anyways, i hope this letter finds you well. i had to ask Nate for your address but please don’t get mad at him. you know how stubborn i am when i want something and he tried to say no.

i guess i just love you, and i’m trying my best to make that sentence into past tense.

thanks for listening, y/n.

you grab an envelope that resides on the edge of your desk and open it up. folding up your letter and placing it gently inside before licking the tip of the envelope and closing it.

it all feels metaphorical. pouring your heart out just for it to get concealed by a thin piece of paper and shipped away.

regardless, you breathe out, standing up and making your way over to the garage to start your car. if you don’t do it know you won’t do it at all, and you need him to hear you.

a/n: if u want a part 2 you might get one maybe… we’ll see what i’m feeling anyways hope you enjoyed this blurb

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doingitforbokuto · 10 months

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haikyuu boys and their kinks pt. 3

-> other parts

-> MIYA OSAMU

a/n: I decided to write small drabbles for each of the kinks instead of just doing headcanons so lmk which one is better!

-> nudes / filming

Osamu's in his car, in the dark driveway in front of your shared apartment. His day has been long and stressful and he wants nothing more than hold you and go to sleep. But you went out with your friends, leaving him all alone. He doesn't want to wait for you to come home tonight to see you - and he doesn't have to.

His phone screen comes to life and so does his cock in his pants. The anticipation of what he knows is coming is making his breath speed up and his blood rush to his abdomen. Quickly, his fingers find their way through his home screen, his camera roll all the way to his favorite video. He undoes his pants and pulls his half hard cock out, stroking it as he starts the video.

Immediately, your moans and whines fill the small space of his car. It's the first video you ever let him take of you, so it's shaky and short but it's the best. It never, ever fails to get him off. The camera pans over you ass, pushed up high towards him like the good girl you are while your scrunched up face is down on the sheets, mouth wide open and eyes unfocused. Osamu groans at the familiar sight and instantly starts fisting the tip of his cock. The camera starts focusing on his cock pushing in and out of your obscenely wet pussy, darting back and forth between your face and your ass. How he loves seeing you like this.

He loves hearing your moans and babbles as he fucks you so good you can't focus on anything. He loves knowing that you send him and let him take videos of you like this, so open and vulnerable. He loves knowing that this sight is for him and him only. It never takes him long to spill his load when he watches this - or any - video of you getting fucked by him (or fucking yourself for him) and it doesn't take long for him to do so now, either.

He sits there, still panting, in his car as he closes his eyes for a moment and stops the video absent-mindedly. Once he is done catching his breath, he switches from his camera roll to the camera itself. With a quick flash, he takes a picture of his still throbbing, hard cock covered in his own cum. Maybe he'll get you to come home quicker after all.

-> quickies

A big, warm hand comes up to cover your mouth and muffle the whine threatening to spill out of it.

"So good to me, hm?" Osamu pants as he keeps drilling his cock into you. "Always makin' sure I'm taken care of."

He had forgotten his lunch at home. Of course, he could always just make himself something from the food he has at his restaurant but since you had nothing to do today anyway, you decided to spare him the work and bring him his lunch over. The restaurant is supposed to open in just a few minutes, but Osamu can't bring himself to let you go without giving you a proper "Thank you". His version of doing that is just this - fucking you mercilessly on the table in his office over the restaurant, keeping your mouth covered so you don't moan loud enough for his poor waitress to hear you downstairs, both of your clothes pushed barely out of the way to let him slide into you.

"Let me make ya feel good, yeah?"

All you can do is nod dumbly against his hand still covering your mouth. His other hand sneaks down your body until his fingers find your clit. Osamu knows just how to touch you, how to make you fall apart under his touch and cum all over his cock and fingers.

"So sweet," he's panting above you, "poor clit was just begging for me to touch it, yeah?"

You whine against his hand and screw your eyes shut as you start feeling tears forming. It's too much, too good.

"I know, I know.. always so sensitive.. gonna cum for me soon, hm?" He starts rubbing his fingers against you, drawing the patterns he knows you love.

You can't hold back anymore and just like he says, you cum way sooner than you planned to. You want to draw it out, but Osamu loves knowing that he can get you off so quickly, he loves that he knows you well enough to make you come undone within minutes and he loves fucking you right before he goes to work - it just makes his day a bit brighter and his work flow a bit easier.

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olive-fics · 8 months

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Studying with Abby. SFW

You missed your best gf, Abby flipping Anderson. Of course you wanted to hang out with her.. but she was studying.. whatever. she can multitask ..Right??

☆Reader is hyperactive/neurodivergent in ways (?), Abby can get annoyed and angry..., slight angst, petnames, FEM reader, comfort at end.☆

For the girls and the gays, Men leave! (please)

☆My awesome friend Ara gave me this idea so Ilysm! <3 ☆

CORRECT ME ON MY MISTAKES PLEASE!!!

"Sit still.." *Abby would groan placing her thick fingers on your hips, nudging you down into her hips. "You can't sit on my lap anymore if you keep moving peach, 'tis too distracting.." Abby would rub her nose and temples annoyed, not at you fully of course but the way you kept moving against her hips alone.

-This was probably your 4th time shifting on Abby's lap in just these past 10 minutes.

"Oh c'mon...you're hard to sit on when you study over the desk ..can't we just go lay down..? Get comfy..?"

"How the hell will I study when I'm laying down y/n." She was upset, something she never was with you.

"wh-"

"Please.. just- go sit down..I'll join you in a bit? Please let me study baby girl." Abby asked with a sigh.

As much as it hurt you, you still obliged to her command and sat down on the couch in her room. Of course you couldn't focus without being next to Abby, it made you nervous. Just sitting away from her made you anxious, that's when everything was louder and 10x intensified. The urge to bite your nails, sweat, click your tongue, crack knuckles, whatever you could fidget with was much more impulsive than usual.

Right as you decided to check your phone's time or mindlessly scroll online, it died. of course... time to do that fucking walk of shame up to Abby (who was now upset with you) and ask her if you can play piano tiles, candy crush or whatever games she let you download on her phone.

Getting up from the couch your bunny slippers shuffled across her mahogany floors with that airy "pfft" sound when the ears flipped up with each step.

"A-Abby..?" Fuck.. of course your voice was falling out. You got so nervous when Abby acted like this, which rarely happens.

Abby's office chair didn't move, instead Abby just replied short.

"Hm? what do you need."

"Can.. can I borrow your phone.. for- for games...?"

As much as Abby wanted to be angry at everything your stammering made her laugh.

"Such an Ipad kid..sure sure.." She sighed again, giving you mixed signals.

Abby handed you her Iphone, Abby had those clear cases with a little polaroid of you and her on the back encased by the plastic.

You smiled softly and ran off back to the couch bundling up under the blankets. Your fingers tapping at the screen and small sounds or music emitted from under the blankets. "Sweet!" "Tasty.." "Delicious."

As much as you were lost in Abby's screen you didn't even notice her calling your name...

"Y/n? Honey turn it down." "Y/n please, I need to finish studying.."

It was too late once you did hear her though, Abby was already on her feet marching to your place on the couch. She had pulled the blanket off of your head and gave you a small annoyed hand gesture.

"You gonna turn it down or do I have to take it from you?"

Embarrassment flushed out your cheeks into a bright red. How could you not hear her..?? You felt so stupid.

"I-I'm sorry Abs.. I- I'll turn it down.. I-.." Why were you stuttering now..? You felt so weak and little as Abby stood over you.

Abby could notice your mind rattling as you overthought the whole situation growing frustrated.

"Hey..Hey it's okay..i didn't mean to hurt your feelings love.. I'm so sorry." Abby frowned and held out her arms to you for a big hug.

With slight hesitation you still accepted Abby's hug and stuffed your face deep into her shoulders, the smell of her pine soap and hair washes filled your nose as you hugged her tightly.

"I'm almost done. Can you wait another 10 minutes?" Abby reassured you she would cuddle and chill with you as much as you wanted after. "Alright. I'm right here okay? Just wait a few." How was Abby so good at making you feel better. ughhhhhhhhh

After hearing Abby's keyboard click and her pencil dragging over her notebook for what seemed like forever, she finally got out of her office chair and looked at you with the warmest smile ever.

Abby walked over to you and draped the blanket over the two of you.

“I’m sorry Y/N. Movie night..?”

Fuck yes.?!?! Movie nights with Abby were the best. But then she hit the..

“I picked last time- what do you want to watch Pumpkin?”

God..you wanted to pick your favorite ofcourse..The muppets. (100% best movies…) but..you felt so bad for pestering her while studying so you put one of her favorite boring War movies on.

“Really..? You want to watch that..?”

Abby was kinda shocked you picked one of her favorites,but how you described it was..

“The Micheal Bay Film with the guns..and war-“

Abby put it on and kissed your forehead pulling you into her to cuddles.

“C’mon..I’m sorry about earlier..I love you..yknow that.?”

You nod and smile softly just emerging into her warmth and into the blankets because you just needed to sleep everything off,so did Abby.

“I love you princess..”

“I love you too…Abby..”

♡

HII sorry for lack of posts I cannot write cus my brain is slow.😞🔥‼️ but I have an Ellie Williams one shot or something coming up!! (Srs..) okay Goodnight :3 and thank you Ara for giving me this idea!!

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theostrophywife · 7 months

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kiss with a fist | chapter four.

masterlist 💋 chapters 💋 playlist

pairing: theodore nott x reader.

song inspiration: bohemian rhapsody by queen.

author's note: i'm warning ya'll now this one is sugary sweet. i'm basically finished writing all the chapters, so i'll be pushing these out more often. as always, i hope everyone enjoys my mans.

The west wing of the castle was eerily quiet as you led Theo through the corridors. The spiral staircase leading up to Ravenclaw Tower snaked all the way up to the fifth floor, which was proving to be a feat to climb in the dark given that you weren’t able to cast lumos without being discovered. It didn’t help that a slightly inebriated Theo kept trudging on your toes during your ascent.

“Oh for Merlin’s sake,” you hissed under your breath before grabbing hold of Theo’s hand. Even in the dark, you could tell that the insufferable twat was smirking. “Not a word, Nott. I either hold your hand like a toddler or keep suffering in silence as you stomp on my toes with your giant feet.”

“You know what they say about giant feet,” Theo whispered behind you. Moonlight streamed through the skylight, perfectly illuminating your scowl. His grin grew wider as he squeezed your hand. “Giant shoes. What did you think I was going to say, Y/N?”

“I’d prefer if you didn’t say anything.”

Theo gave you a mocking salute as he quietly followed you up the stairs. You tried not to focus on the warmth of his hand or the way his fingers twined tightly around yours. You especially tried not to dwell on the strange but not entirely unpleasant sensation of Theo’s thumb rubbing soothing circles across your knuckles.

When you reached the fourth floor, Theo made no move to release your hand as you walked up to the wooden door. It had no knob or keyhole, but a knocker in the shape of an eagle. Identical to the common room entrance, which was a floor above. But you had no plans on smuggling a Slytherin into the eagle’s nest.

Instead, you gently rapped on the knocker. The bronze eagle blinked back at you. Theo nearly fell over in surprise as it rasped out a question.

“What breaks and never falls, and what falls and never breaks?”

“Day breaks and night falls,” you answered.

The knocker nodded, appearing pleased before the door swung open. Theo chuckled softly. “Of course you Ravenclaws would require a riddle for entrance. Godric forbid you use something as simple as a password.”

“Passwords are easily guessed, riddles are not.” You tugged him into the dimly lit hallway and gave him a sharp look. “Don’t get any ideas of sneaking in, either. The riddle changes every day and the eagle is prone to clawing intruders.”

Theo shivered. “And yet everyone thinks that we Slytherins are the sadistic ones.”

You smiled in satisfaction as the two of you walked further into the fourth floor. Theo trailed along after you, more than happy to let you take the lead for once. He stopped short when you opened the door to the music room. Starlight flooded in through the stained glass windows, drawing silver prisms across the crushed velvet couches, ornate persian rugs, and tiered choral risers. Instruments of every kind were organized into neat rows—harps, cellos, lutes, violins, and even a set of bagpipes.

But you weren’t interested in any of them.

In the center of the room sat a baby grand piano. Theo watched curiously as you sat on the bench and carefully lifted the mahogany top.

“I didn’t even know we had a music room,” he remarked as he slid in beside you.

“That’s not surprising at all.”

Theo rolled his eyes. “So this is how you relax?”

You nodded, resting your fingers on the ivory keys. “Like I said, I’m not really the type of person who can just turn their mind off so I have to occupy myself with something else. With music, I can focus on the chords and scales and patterns and eventually I sort of just get lost in the melody.”

“Play something for me, then.”

You nodded and started playing a familiar piece. The music flowed through you like honey, each chord and note so vivid in your mind that you could practically imagine the sheet music floating before you.

When you first came to Hogwarts, you spent countless hours in this room. Every time you felt overwhelmed by the wizarding world, you channeled your frustrations and fears into this piano. You found that music was a universal language that was understood by both the magical and muggleborn.

As you played, you felt the classics pour out of you. Beethoven, Chopin, Liszt, Debussy. They were pieces that you learned from your father. You could almost picture it now, sitting in your sunny London flat and playing the piano together while your mother watched and listened.

The melancholic melody of Swan Lake filled the room. It was the first piece you ever mastered when you begged your father to teach it to you after coming home from the ballet. A wave of nostalgia crashed into you as you closed your eyes and let yourself become one with the music.

Each movement was fluid, the muscle memory embedded into you while your fingers flew over the keys. The piece built to its crescendo and it felt bittersweet as you delivered the final note. You had all but forgotten about Theo until you opened your eyes again.

“Only you would find the morbidity of Swan Lake relaxing,” he said with a small smile.

You quirked a brow. “You know Tchaikovsky?”

“Of course. Contrary to popular belief, I’m not a total degenerate.”

“But he’s a muggle.”

“I’ll have you know that I received an Outstanding in my O.W.L. for Muggle Studies.”

You gaped. “I didn’t even know you were taking Muggle Studies.”

“Advanced Muggle Studies,” he corrected. “As much as I love a depressing classic, I think you’ll find this piece a bit more modern.”

Theo scooted over and began playing a vaguely familiar intro. You strained to place the music and watched with complete bewilderment as he continued to play with a grin.

Any way the wind blows doesn’t really matter to me.

The realization set in just as Theo nudged you to play the next part with him. The ballad came naturally to you after having heard the song so many times.

Mama, just killed a man.

Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead.

Mama, life had just begun.

The two of you barrelled through the guitar solo and weaved through the operatic section. Your fingers were cramped by the time you hit the hard rock portion of the song. You hadn’t even noticed that you were singing along until you heard Theo laugh in delight beside you. Thank Rowena for the soundproof walls.

You turned over, and sang the lyrics right at him. So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?

Theo delivered the next line with equal fervor. So you think you can love me and leave me to die?

The two of you looked at each other and serenaded one another rather aggressively. Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby.

Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.

Both of you were in stitches when you finally reached the outro. You couldn’t remember the last time you laughed so hard.

“We did not just perform a godsawful rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody.”

“Speak for yourself. My vocals would’ve brought Freddie Mercury to tears.” He touched his heart, looking solemn. “Godric rest his soul. The man was a proper genius.”

“I would not have pegged you as a Queen fan.”

“You can peg me no matter whose fan I am, darling.”

The snort came out of you before you had a chance to reign it in. Theo’s eyes widened in surprise as you covered your mouth in utter mortification. It had taken you years to control your snort, but sometimes it just slipped out.

“Did you just—”

“Speak of it ever again and I’ll maim you, Theodore.”

He raised his hands. “I’m not mocking you, I swear. I’ve just never heard you laugh like that.”

“Yeah, well, I suppose all this faffing around has unearthed my shameful secret.” You tried and failed to conceal your smile. “Consider it a compliment. No one’s heard my snorting in years.”

“Maybe they should. It’s quite charming, you know.”

You chuckled again, not bothering to hide your snorts.

Theo grinned. “On second thought, I think I’d like to keep that laugh all to myself.”

The flush that crept onto your cheeks was entirely involuntary. You stretched your legs underneath you and bumped your knee against his. “Congratulations, Nott. You’ve somehow managed to accomplish the impossible. I actually feel relaxed for once in my life.”

“Relaxed enough for a midnight snack?”

You shook your head. “No way. I’m not sneaking into the kitchens again. I barely escaped Winky’s notice when I nicked your muffin last time.”

“Who said anything about the kitchens? I have my own stash of snacks back in the dungeons. How do you feel about gelato?”

“I’ve never had it,” you admitted.

Theo looked properly affronted. “As an Italian, I take that as a personal offense.”

“Isn’t it the same thing as ice cream?”

“The same as—that’s honestly the most inconsiderate thing you’ve ever said to me.” He rubbed his temples. “This is no longer a matter of choice now. The reputation of my people is on the line until you’ve tasted stracciatella.”

Your mouth quirked. “Got any mint chocolate?”

As you expected, he flung his hands around as though you’d just asked for feet flavored gelato. “Che palle! This is more dire than I thought. Mint chocolate? You might as well squeeze toothpaste on a chocolate frog and call it a day.”

Theo ranted as he led you out of the music room. You couldn’t help but giggle at the genuine distress in his expression. You made it all the way to the first floor of the tower before he stopped grumbling under his breath.

“Well, gelato aficionado, I hope you have a plan because Filch is probably making his rounds as we speak.”

He only smirked in response. “I may know a shortcut.”

You followed after Theo as he approached a portrait on the far end of the west wing. He produced the grimoire from his pocket and shuffled through the worn leather pages before he found the correct page. With a flick of his wand, Theo chanted something in Italian. The portrait, a young woman with dark hair and a mischievous grin, appraised the two of you. As her gaze flickered over you, the familiarity of those watercolor eyes struck you like lightning.

“Fai scelte intelligenti, cugino.”

With that, the portrait swung open into some sort of secret tunnel. Theo’s lips twitched as he gestured for you to step through the threshold. As the portrait swung close, you heard the young woman sigh dreamily.

“La storia si ripete.”

While your understanding of Italian was rudimentary at best, you were fairly certain that she’d said something about history repeating itself. Theo reached for your hand in the dark and you took it without question. You were deep within the secret passage before you even realized it.

“Family of yours?”

“How’d you guess?”

“You have the same eyes,” you observed. “Plus, she called you cousin.”

He seemed mildly amused by the comment. “Been brushing up on your Italian?”

“Only enough to make sure you’re not insulting me.”

Theo chuckled. “Fair enough. To answer your question, yes. The portrait is of Coletta, my second cousin thrice removed. She attended Hogwarts centuries ago. She was a Ravenclaw as well.”

“Why is that name so familiar?”

“She invented the enchantment for the moving portraits. Of course her first subject was herself.”

“So narcissism and vanity is an inherited trait, then?”

Theo smirked. “Darling, when you’re as pretty as we are, then immortalizing that beauty for future generations to behold becomes a high priority.”

“Oh, good. I was worried that you were becoming too humble."

“Let’s just say that dear old Coletta won’t be the only one in my bloodline to be featured on a chocolate frog card.”

“I doubt that being the world’s most massive wanker constitutes the commissioning of a card.”

He rolled his eyes as you rounded a corner. Theo kept you behind him as he pushed on a depression in the walls. It gave way, swinging open to an empty hallway.

“Speaking of massive wankers, welcome to the Slytherin dormitories.”

You smirked and nodded to the giant serpent statue at the end of the hallway. “Is that a basilisk or are you just happy to see me?”

“My poor little Ravenclaw. I’m afraid I’ve corrupted you past the point of no return.”

“Please,” you tutted, strutting through the maze of the dungeon dormitories like you owned the place. “I was depraved way before I ever met you.”

Theo chuckled under his breath as he led you further into the heart of the viper’s nest. Through the windows, you could see the dark waves of the Black Lake ripple as you walked through. It was oddly beautiful, in a morbid sort of way.

“Here we are,” Theo said as you came to a stop at the end of the hall. “Home sweet home.”

Before you entered, he muttered a series of privacy and protection spells that you’ve never even heard of. Magic weaved through the door and sizzled with evergreen sparks before it finally swung open.

“Paranoid much?”

“You have no idea. You Ravenclaws may have your riddles, but learning how to hex your door from nosy snooping twats is a right of passage for every Slytherin.”

You peered through the threshold, suddenly feeling nervous. In the past year doing whatever it was you and Theo were doing, it had become a sort of unspoken rule to have sex anywhere but your dorms. For one, it was too much of a hassle to sneak each other in, but if you were being honest, the main reason why you've never even attempted was because seeing someone else’s room was strangely intimate. You tried not to think about how easily Theo invited you into his space as you ducked through the door.

A mixture of envy and jealousy hit you full force when you walked into his dorm. It was a massive room with a four poster bed, luxurious velvet curtains, and a stained glass skylight. There was a mahogany desk littered with ancient tomes, cracked parchment, and half empty ink pots. The latest Nimbus model was propped up next to his nightstand with a green and silver scarf tied around its hilt. Leave it to Theo to use the expensive broom as a glorified hanger.

You made your way through the elegantly decorated room and noted that it was far tidier than you would’ve expected. Theo was content to hang back and watch as you looked through his baubles. A picture on his nightstand caught your eye. Mostly because it wasn’t like the moving portraits you were so used to seeing in the wizarding world. This was a still likeness, a polaroid of a beautiful dark haired woman with little Theo. He was wearing a Cambridge jumper three sizes too big and showing off his two missing front teeth with a cheeky grin.

The image tugged at your heart. “Is this your mum?”

Theo nodded. “Yeah, that was the first time she took me with her to Cambridge.”

“And there’s the infamous jumper you begged her to buy, huh?”

“The one and only.”

You kept staring at the photo, noting how happy little Theo looked. It made you think back on that day at the lab when you watched him slip on his smirk like a mask. Like armor. You wondered if you’d ever see his unguarded smile, full of childlike wonder and joy, just like in the picture. You wondered why you even wanted to.

“She was very beautiful,” you finally said, setting down the polaroid.

“She was,” Theo wistfully agreed. “Clearly I inherited her good looks.”

Rolling your eyes fondly, you continued surveying his room. For some reason, you found it fascinating. You nearly squealed in delight when you came across the towers of books he had lined up against the wall.

“Go ahead,” Theo said with a chuckle. “I know you’re dying to snoop, diavolina.”

He couldn’t have been more right. You loved going through people’s bookshelves. You could tell a lot about a person based on their books. In Theo’s case, his reads were nearly as chaotic and surprising as he was.

As expected, there were a few books on quidditch, a rare potions tome that you were fairly certain cost a small fortune, a selection of mystery novels, all magical save for a lone leatherbound book on the top shelf. You carefully cracked it open and found yourself reading through the Divine Comedy.

“Dante’s Inferno,” you said in surprise. “How terribly morbid of you.”

“How so?” He asked, reading over your shoulder. “Alighieri composed it as a comedy rather than a tragedy. It does have somewhat of a happy ending.”

“I suppose, but the poem was mainly a raw commentary on the savage nature of human existence and delved into the ugliness of it all, from the banal to the depraved. The eternal torture chamber was a meditation on evil. Even purgatory explored the flaws of human nature and the fallen state society often finds itself in.”

Theo took the book from your hands and flipped to the last section. “Yes, but Paradiso was all about goodness. It explores transcendence, redemption, and virtue.” He smiled softly. “I know the concept of paradise might be a bit naive, but isn’t there a concept of heaven that we all hold onto to prevent ourselves from despairing? When you’re trudging through shit, you’ve got to hope that you’re clawing for something better on the other side.”

You were silent for a moment. “What does Paradise look like for you, Nott?”

Theo smirked. “You’ll have to get me higher than this to answer that question, dolcezza.”

“Fair enough. Now educate me on gelato like you promised.”

A few minutes later, the two of you sat cross legged on his rug while indulging in decadent scoops of stracciatella. The creaminess of the gelato was perfectly complemented by delicious flakes of dark chocolate. The sounds you made while eating were borderline sexual.

“If I had known it was this easy to make you moan, I would’ve introduced you to gelato ages ago.”

You lightly kicked him in the shin. “I still can’t believe you enchanted a mini fridge to hold your fancy imported dessert.”

It was actually quite impressive. You hadn’t even thought of doing that yourself and you were the muggleborn one.

“Perks of acing advanced muggle studies.”

“Having a Gringott’s vault at your disposal helps as well.”

“Smart, rich, and handsome. I’m just an all around catch, aren’t I?”

“Someday you’ll make some poor unsuspecting witch very, very miserable.”

“Someday?” Theo asked, the corner of his mouth curving into a mischievous smile. “Why wait? I’m perfectly capable of making you miserable now.”

With that, he took a dollop of his gelato and smushed it against the tip of your nose.

You gasped in surprise, squealing at how cold and sticky it felt against your skin. “You’re a dead man, Nott.”

Theo bolted to the other side of his dorm and you followed, trying to fling scoops of gelato at him. He giggled like a child as he dodged your attacks but there was only so much space for him to evade you. Finally, he gripped your wrists to keep you from retaliating.

“Here, let me clean you up.”

As you squirmed in his grasp, Theo leaned over and licked the tip of your nose. You squealed in disgust as he lapped up every bit of gelato. Theo sneakily took your cup from you and set them aside before leaning back to admire his work. From this close, you could see the gold flecks in his eyes. They darkened as you glanced up at him, his blue green gaze turning stormy.

“What?” you asked, brushing at your face. “Is my face all sticky and gross?”

Theo shook his head. “No—you look fine—more than fine you’re—“ He paused, stumbling for words. “Can I kiss you?”

The question suddenly made you feel nervous, which was ridiculous given the fact that you’d kissed Theo countless times before, but there was something about the way he looked at you now that felt…different.

“You’ve never asked before.”

Theo frowned. “Maybe I should have.” He ran his fingers through his hair nervously. “Gods, you’re right. I can be a real wanker sometimes.”

You smiled. “To be fair, I kissed you first. Mostly to shut you up, but still. I’ve never asked either.”

He swallowed thickly as he ran his fingers through your braid. “Well, can I?”

A knot formed in your stomach as you nodded. This was ridiculous. There was no need to be nervous. You repeated those words over and over again to yourself as Theo caressed your cheek, his gaze flickering over your face as though he was searching for that final missing piece of the puzzle. Then, gently, as gently as he ever had, Theo leaned in and kissed you.

He tasted like cigarettes and mint, like dark chocolate and cream, like stracciatella and sin.

But most of all, Theodore Nott tasted like your own personal unraveling.

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writingoddess1125 · 8 months

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Hey, I was wondering if you'd be okay with writing a Mihawk x Reader piece where they're just slow dancing to soft classical music in the dim living room. Idk why the idea just seems like something Mihawk would do with his partner when they're trying to relax

This is too damn cute to pass up! I love this idea! Little short bit sweet non the less lol

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Fluff TOOTH ROTTING

Mihawk X Reader

It was a late evening, the fog of the island settling on the large manor you shared with Mihawk. He had recently returned from a 4 week long mission and had fallen back into a domestic reset- spending his first day knocked out and the second reading mostly. However it was important for him to unwind after such long days. You never minded, even if you did feel a bit lonely at times.

Mihawk sat back in his big chair reading the newest book you had found for him. While it wasn't something he would normally pick up for himself it was nice non the less- However his mind couldnt focus on the words on the page, instead drifting to you.

Watching you closely- You were just sitting there sketching and humming a random tune but... his mind couldnt help but wonder at the days you must have sat there worried for him, How everytime he came home you pampered him deapite him never asking you to. These last few months he had been extra busy so hadn't had the chance to return the favor... That needed to change and now-

Standing up he walked to the otherside of the shared bedroom and went through several records he had on the shelf. You looked up from your own mindless task to see your husband combing through the records, Raising an eyebrow at his antics.

"What are you up to love?" You question softly, watching him find what he was looking for it seemed as he set up the old record player. Gentle classical music poured out from the speaker, filling the dim candle lit room with a new warmth. Watching as Mihawk walked to you, holding his hand out to you calmly.

"Darling.. do you care to dance?" He asked softly, while his face was as stoic and cold as ever- you could see in those yellow eyes of his a warmth that only shone for you. Smiling softly you accepted his hand and stood up.

"I'd love to~" You purred out, following his lead as he guided you to the empty part of the room infront of the bed. One hand holding yours while his other hand found its way to your waist, carefully in time to the music you and him began to sway. Your free hand on his shoulder, your hands messing with his hair a bit as you two dance.

You closed your eyes and leaned you head gently on his bare chest, the sweet scent of wine, fresh bergamot and basil filling your lungs as the two of you held each other in a embrace. Mihawk pressing his face into your hair as you can feel his body relax against you.

"I've love you Dracule" you whisper softly letting the gentle movements and soft music wash through you as Mihawk lead in the soft dance. Pulling away for a brief moment as he gave you a gentle twirl before pulling you close once more.

"I love you too My Darling"

#x reader #mihawk x reader #one piece mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #dracule mihawk #one peice x reader #one piece x reader #one piece live action

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onlyjaeyun · 3 months

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can i talk my shit for a moment?

i've been thinking about enhypen a lot, i actually do on a daily because i have a problem but that's a story for another time, and every time i think about certain types of "engenes" i get so, so mad and just as sad and frustrated because we're literally witnessing the way enha as a whole are slowly losing the recognition and attention for their talent because the focus is slowly shifting towards their visuals and their fan service.

i can't even explain why this makes me so mad and maybe i'm just a baby engene who's a little sensitive and protective but it's just so frustrating to see people praise enha for their visuals and fan service only when they're so, so much more.

don't get me wrong, PLEASE praise your fave for their visuals, they're the hardest on themselves and the kpop industry is so visual focused, it'll do wonders to their self confidence and esteem to hear how much their fans love their looks and styles and visuals.

it's the fact that at this point i barely ever see anyone praise any member for their actual talent. maybe i'm on the wrong side of the fandom but whenever the boys are done with a performance, they go viral for their visuals and not the actual effort, energy, time and attention they put into that performance.

seeing the comments being full of people who only praise one thing about the members is just so..heartbreaking considering just HOW hard they've worked to be where they are.

they have received titles during i-land and are still standing up to those and the high standards everyone has set for them, so seeing their fan service being what gets people into the fandom makes me so sad.

heeseung is a fucking ace, mans can sing, dance, produce, rap – he's literally known for his immense talent yet his biggest headlines somehow always included his visuals, especially with the whole nose implant shit. yes, his fan service is top tier but he's more than that short flirty moment and i hate seeing people praise him for it.

jungwon keeps on showing everyone what a good lsader he is, that he actually deserves his title as the hidden ace but people never ever give him credit for what matters. that guy loves his fans so, so much he spends hours on weverse to chat and respond and always updates us on what's going on. he's so csring and sweet and yet ever since he's become an adult its yet again, just about his looks.

i don't even wanna talk about sunoo because his situation makes me SO mad in a way i can't explain at all. that fucker is so fucking talented and so gifted, he's literally worked his ass off all these years just for people to go around and go omg he's so pretty!!! and that's it. he's not just your little mlm projection since most engenes love to label him as such, he's so much more and deserves to be treated like the talented idol he is.

sunghoon is also of that category because tell me why people have made his visuals hs only personality when he literally was told he was born to be on stage. every single performance, every single song, every single tour night he gives his everything because he knows he's good but he wants to show the world that he's more than a pretty face. i wish people would just see his talent and dedication for once instead of his eyebrows.

jay is also a topic i dont even wanna talk about anymore because the treatment he's been receiving all these years from his own "FANS" is so embarrassing and heartbreaking. i have never, ever watched a performance where that fucker didn't give 150% of his energy and power, his dedication is so impressive and something to admire. he's not just your fashion icon with a pretty face and a sharp jawline, i might upset some of y'all, but he's just as much of an ace as heeseung to me and i wish people saw that.

riki literally left his home country when he was a child and was called the dance prodigy, became a member in the official line up at the age of 14 and yet people will literally do nothing but praise his visuals. that fucker came okt of his mama dancing and people dare to argue whether or not he's as good as engenes make him to be what the FUCK? ppl need to stop focusing on his face and actually look at him as a whole when they watch him bc how could we ever argue about his talent???

jake had a dream and an opportunity and that fucker took. it. he literally only trained for six months and now his dance challenges with other idols are some of the most viewed ones on social media. he's a pretty face and the biggest flirt ever, he loves his dans and doesnt hesitate to show it but i wish people would actually see how hard he works and how far he's come. he was never bad but he's literally at such a high level right now when it comes to his skills and stage performances, i feel like people just love to ignore that aspect of him bc of his intense fan service.

i can't believe i spent 10 minutes writing this but its been on my mind for so long and i really hope we as engenes can actually sit our asses the fuck down and start showing those boys and their talent the love and appreciation they deserve. they are a group of visuals, yes. no doubt. but they were also chosen to be in this group bc of their talent and their skills.

#enhypen #enha #heeseung #jake sim #sunghoon #park jongseong #sunoo #ni-ki #jungwon

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schlattsdoll · 9 months

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Imagine going to the streamer awards with Schlatt (you’re not a streamer) and if he wins something then once you all get home he makes you cum as many times as he can as a celebration type thing

celebrate- jschlatt

minors dni

paring: schlatt x fem/afab! reader

warnings: smut {18+}, mentions of overstim, schlatt being a horny mf, overuse of pet names {im sorry}

to be quite honest with you, schlatt didn’t even want to go to the streamies. it wasn’t his scene and he was confident in the fact he wasn’t going to win. what sold him on it was seeing you in a tight dress. he took you shopping that morning, you two decided on wearing purple, the color of royalty as you told him. “makes sense, got my beautiful princess so that makes me a king.”

it was almost time to leave as you were putting the finishing touches on your makeup. “doll, we gotta go.” schlatt held your hand as you slid on your heels and even fixed the buckles for you. the tight sequined dress hugged your curves perfectly, the purple complementing your complexion.

“absolutely stunning.” your boyfriend commented with a wolf whistle. “whaddya say we skip this thing? i could do that thing ya like with my tongue.” he smirked and kissed up your neck. “jay, no. this is a big night for you! we have to go, that’s that.” you pushed the larger man away from you and frantically tried to fix your hair.

the car ride to the venue was so exciting for you. having only been with schlatt a few months, you hadn’t been to a streamers event before. “this is gonna be so fun jay! we’re gonna take pictures and you’re nominated! i think you’re gonna win personally.”

he rolled his eyes at the thought of him winning. “‘m glad you’re excited toots. at least one of us is.” you knew he wasn’t the biggest fan of going out, much rather wanting to spend the night back home in austin with you and jambo instead of being in smoggy old la. “c’mon baby, you’ll have fun trust me.” “i think having you bent over the bed would be more fun but okay.” he muttered under his breath.

you were right of course, sitting at the table with his fellow nominees ted and charlie, he started to loosen up a bit. drinks were flowing, laughs were being had, and schlatt started to ease up. “the nominees for best new podcast are…” ethan nestor started reading out their category. “oooh baby listen up!”

schlatt felt his nerves jump back up, he didn’t care about winning honestly. you were just so excited for him and the guys, he didn’t want to disappoint you.

“and the winners of best new podcast are….” you held schlatts hand tightly with one hand while you bit your nails on the other. “chuckle sandwich!” a camera panned over to your table and the guys all got up to go on stage, right after kissing their dates.

“thank you all so much for this amazing award, i think i speak for all of us when i say we definitely didn’t expect to be nominated let alone win. thank you to the fans for tuning in every week and we hope you keep listening!” ted spoke eloquently, a perfect acceptance speech; short and sweet.

once back at the table, his hand made its way to your thigh. “hey doll, don’tcha think i deserve a winner’s reward when we get back to the hotel?” he whispered in your ear then kissed your neck. his hand rubbed your thigh, inching closer and closer to your core. you squeezed them closer together, attempting to block his hand from his target.

the rest of the event was quite draining. all you could focus on was what schlatt was going to do to you later that evening. finally you got to leave and instead of going to the after party, you faked being sick. “sorry guys, im not feeling so hot. i better sit this one out. jay, you don’t mind not going do you? i feel so bad.” you pleaded with the large man, who knew you were faking it. “yeah guys, let’s do a rain check for next chuckle week. gotta make sure my baby’s feelin’ alright.” schlatt wrapped his jacket around you, and walked you towards his car. “congratulations again guys!”

the drive home was an entirely different vibe, schlatts hand was ghosting against your center, teasing you through your underwear. “couldn’t even wait for me to celebrate with my friends? needed me that badly huh doll?” he smirked at you while his fingers grabbed a hold of your panties and pulled them to the side. “s’fuckin’ wet for me…”

his large digits found their way to your clit, rubbing soft slow circles. “that’s it. atta girl. you looked so pretty tonight sweetheart. wanted to take you into a bathroom and fuck the shit outta ya.” your back arched into the seat at his words. “oh you like that idea don’t you princess? me taking care of this sweet cunt wherever i want it, not caring who sees me with what’s mine.”

his fingers speed up, causing you to grip tighter on the center console, “fuck jay, don’t stop. ‘m gonna cum.” “that’s right, cum for daddy.”

the car stopped moving, pulling into the hotel’s lot where schlatt waited until your orgasm subsided to help you out and into the room. once there, he tossed you onto the bed. “i believe i was promised the thing i like?” you smirked up at him.

dropping down to his knees and taking the headband out of his hair, he pulled you closer to the edge. “i’m a man of my word doll. but i’m gonna make you cum so many times you’re gonna cry.”

and once again, schlatt was a man of his word.

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turtlecleric · 2 months

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bay!mikey x fem reader, nsfw, no cws as far as I'm aware!

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“Are you sure?”

You roll your eyes and try not to let your impatience bleed into your voice too too much when you answer. “Yes, Mikey. I'm sure.”

He's kneeling between your legs. His hands are on your waist beneath your shirt, his thumbs brushing back and forth over the skin there. Every time his hands have started to lower, to start pulling your shorts down, he's stopped and asked, again, again, again, if you're sure you're okay with this.

It's sweet. And driving you insane.

Mikey’s hands ghost down to your hips once more, tucking beneath the waistband of your shorts. He just barely starts to slide them down before he stops. Again. You're about to groan in frustration when you see his eyes get a faraway look, his lips thinning as his brow creases. Your irritation fades into something else, old insecurities starting to creep in, and you feel the familiar need to backtrack. To give an out.

“Do you not- I mean- you know, you don't have to do this if you changed your mind. I know a lot of guys don't really like to- and I'm- I understand if-”

“No!” His frantic tone catches you off guard, making you pause. “I really want to do this,” he continues, and you’re relieved by the earnestness in his tone, in his eyes, but he still looks… distressed. “It’s not you, I just…” He takes another slow breath as he looks off to the side, and if it was anyone else you might scoff at the implication. It’s not you, it’s me. But this is Mikey. And Mikey means what he says. Always.

“Hey,” you call softly. When his eyes focus on you again, you reach out and gesture for him to come closer. He crawls forward to hover over you, and for a moment you're distracted by the sheer size of him. The way his arms are thicker than your thighs, the way just his plastron is wide enough to span the entire length of your shoulders and then some. But then you look back into his eyes and see the hesitancy that's still there. The… fear. “What’s going on? Talk to me.”

He sighs again, swallowing before he answers. “What if I'm not… good? I've never- never done this before, and you deserve… I just want… I want it to be good for you.”

Oh. Your sweet boy.

You cup his face with both hands, smiling up at him when he leans into your touch. “It will be good, Mike. Because it’s you. I don’t have any expectations you have to meet. I just… I just want you. I love you. Besides,” you say, letting your smile shift into something playful. “I'm willing to put in time for you to practice as much as you need.”

His eyes widen before he giggles, and you have to take a moment to just stare. He's so handsome, you think to yourself. But then the laughter stops, and his eyes soften, and he's looking at you like you're… something incredible. Like he's the lucky one. Mikey leans down to kiss you, then. Slow and languid and wet, the kisses feel like a glimpse of what's to come. Like a promise.

When he pulls back, the brilliant smile he sends you makes you melt. A quick kiss to your nose makes you laugh, and the way his eyes shine has your chest swelling with affection.

Your sweet, sweet boy.

Mikey lowers himself back down between your legs and starts to slide your shorts and underwear down. You lift your hips and move your legs to help, pulling your shirt off at the same time. You toss it to the side, expecting him to do the same with your bottoms, but he places them carefully on the bed instead. You can see his nostrils flare, and when he speaks his tone is reverent.

“You're so beautiful,” he whispers. “God, you're- you're perfect. Just look at you.”

Large hands faintly trail from your thighs to your hips. Up your sides, cupping beneath your breasts, over your ribcage. The way his hands can almost completely wrap around your entire torso - it steals your breath, makes your lungs falter in your chest.

Fuck. He's so big.

His hands move to your shoulders, massaging gently for a moment before dropping back down to brush his thumbs across your nipples. Back and forth. Then in little circles. Then a light pinch before he starts to roll them between his thumbs and forefingers. It pulls a small, high-pitched sound from your throat, makes you instinctively try to press your thighs together, but his position between your legs keeps them open. You see his nostrils flare again, see him blink rapidly as his expression turns into something a little darker, a little more primal.

Oh. Right. He can smell you. He can smell the… right.

After a gentle squeeze of your breasts, he pulls his hands back and settles onto his stomach. You can feel his breath between your legs, and it makes you clench around nothing. He moves to hook your knees over his shoulders, and his shell is cool under your calves. It sends a minute shiver through you.

“One more time, Angel,” he murmurs into the inside of your thigh. The hesitancy is gone now, replaced by an eager excitement. You should really be past the point of butterflies by now, but. Apparently not. “You sure?”

Mikey waits for you to nod before gripping your waist and pulling you closer. Your heart does a funny little skip when he moves you so easily, like it's nothing, like he could pick you up with one arm and not break a sweat - and another shiver runs up your spine at the thought, because he could. He's done it before.

Mikey's arms are long enough that he can still reach your chest, can still squeeze and caress and pinch as he presses his snout to your heat. He closes his eyes and breathes in your scent, making a blush creep up your neck. He exhales with a rumble, a low churr that vibrates against your core and has your blush deepening at the implication that he really is enjoying this. When his eyes open again they're almost completely black. Those eyes stay trained on yours as a thick, wet tongue slides between your folds and starts to explore.

You can tell he's never done this before. He's messy and uncoordinated, but it still feels really, really nice. It almost doesn't even matter what his tongue is doing when he's staring at you like that, though. Like he's drinking you in. Like he's starving, and you are the first food he's seen in days. Like all he can think of is you, you, you.

You know the feeling. You can't think of anything but him.

His tongue is slow and careful as he explores, his eyes never leaving your face. When he laves over your clit, your sharp inhale makes him pause. Then all of his focus moves to that spot, his tongue sliding and flicking and swirling around it. Wet, obscene noises mix with your quiet sighs, with his steady rumble. He's starting to pull more and more sounds out of you, your breath becoming unsteady as he works, and you realize that he's watching your reactions. Using them to learn what feels good for you.

Mikey is a quick learner, it seems.

His tongue flattens, a delicious, textured glide over your clit making your legs tense again before it dips lower, pressing in to find your entrance. His fingers pinch your nipples again, a bit harder this time, as his tongue pushes deeper inside. You can't stop yourself from clenching around it. In. Out. In. Out. Slow, slick, and insistent. He's fucking you with his tongue, and you can't quite think, can't remember the last time you were this wet.

One of his hands leaves your chest to rub slippery circles over your clit as he continues to lick inside you. His tongue is so goddamn thick. Long and firm and driving you insane, making you squirm as the tension builds. Your toes curl, your back arching as your hips work to get him deeper. Deeper. His thumb doesn't stop, the friction pulling that rubber band inside of you more taut by the second.

A quick learner, indeed.

He does something with his tongue, something that makes electricity shoot up your spine. Your muscles tense, your mouth falls open on a gasp, and your eyes roll back in your head. That blissful high has you chanting his name as he continues to move inside of you. You can't think, can't focus past the tingling shimmer that sparkles in your blood and across your skin.

Fuck.

When you start to come down, he's still fucking you with his tongue, still moving his thumb in a circle. You can't get away, and it's too much.

“Stop,” you whimper. Immediately he pulls his hands away, pulls his tongue out of you. The steady churr he was releasing stops, as well. It's a relief and a disappointment all at once, and you're still trying to clear the fog from your mind when he speaks.

“You okay? Was that- was that wrong?”

God his voice. Husky. Deeper than usual. You pry your eyes open to see his mouth shining with your slick, his pupils still blown wide. You clear your throat, trying to get your own tongue to move the way you want it to.

“No, that's was… that was amazing, oh my god. Oh my god. Just, just needed- need a second.”

His eyes flick to your heaving chest. His throat bobs when he swallows, and you suddenly realize how much you want him inside of you. How much you want to make him feel good, too.

“Mikey,” you croak. “Mikey, please.”

His brow furrows, and he gently lowers your legs off of his shell so he can crawl forward and hover over you again. You glance down, seeing the bulge in his pants and the large wet spot there. Your hands fumble, uncoordinated still, as you reach down to palm over the outline of his cock. It twitches beneath your hand, and Mikey lets out another low rumble above you, his eyes squeezing shut as you stroke him through the fabric.

“Want you,” you breathe, still having trouble getting your thoughts together. Luckily, he seems to understand. He hops up, and within seconds he's naked and back over you.

“You sure?” This time you do groan in frustration. “Okay, okay. Sorry princess,” he chuckles, a little breathless. You watch him grasp the shaft, swiping the head of his cock through your folds, gathering your slick to mix with his own before lining himself up and pushing in.

The slow press inside is something you'll never get used to. The stretch, the feeling of full, full, full as he slides in further. Deeper than his tongue could reach, deeper than anyone else ever has. A dizzying mix of pleasure-pain that punches the breath from your lungs, that has every muscle tensing without your permission.

“Relax, princess,” he grits out, clearly holding back for you. You focus on his neck, on the veins protruding there. The beads of sweat that trickle down his scales. “Relax, I've got you.”

You do your best to obey, to let your muscles loosen, but he's just so goddamn big. You'll never get used to it. Never. He's not even all the way in when he reaches your cervix, running out of room and truly filling you so completely that it feels like your brain is leaking out of your skull. Like you could press on your stomach and feel him there.

His arms flex on either side of you as he holds himself up. Waiting for you to adjust like he always does, breaths harsh, face screwed up and lips pressed together. One day you'd like to see how long he can last before he loses control, but right now you need him to move.

You nod when you feel like you can take it. He shudders as he pulls out, the slow drag of his length inside of you pulling little whimpers from the back of your throat. Then back in, in, in, and out again. Slow and careful, gentle with you, always gentle, but even still you can barely breathe.

“Doing so good, Babes,” he whispers, and the adoration in his voice cuts through the fog of full full full in your head. “Doing so good for me.”

You can only moan in reply, but in your defense he's starting to move faster. Words slip from his mouth that you barely comprehend, that bounce around in your mind as he fucks into you - perfect, taking it so well for me, Babes, so good, feel so good, fuck, I love you, I love you so much, god, fuck, you're so tight - and you can feel him starting to lose his rhythm. He's close already, and a delirious grin tugs at your lips. It never fails to make you feel good, knowing that you drive him wild.

He drives you wild, too.

“Come for me, pretty girl,” he growls. His angle shifts as he holds himself up with one hand, his other hand finding your clit again to add more friction. It hits you suddenly, all at once, and you feel like you're shaking apart beneath him as he continues to rut into you. Arching up, clenching around him while your mind whites out in bliss once again. You're vaguely aware of his own release inside of you, his hips stuttering and slowing as he grinds into you, the force pressing you into the mattress.

Fuck. God. Fuck.

Mikey is still for a moment. Then he wraps one arm around you, pulling you flush against his front. Still inside of you, he rolls so that you're on top and he can collapse backward onto the bed, holding you close. Your entire body moves up and down as he pants beneath you, and once again you're reminded of just how small you are compared to him when you see your hands braced against his plastron.

Slowly, both of your breathing starts to even out. You feel him softening inside, and the moment his cock retreats you feel his come start to leak out of you. It's an odd feeling, and you let out a small sound of discomfort that has his arms tightening around you.

“You okay? Was that- was it good?”

The hint of worry is back in his voice, and you really don't understand how he can ask that question when you're still trembling from the aftershocks of your second orgasm in the last fifteen minutes.

“Better than good, Mikes. Holy shit.”

His surprised laugh jostles you, helping to pull you a little bit further back into your body. When he talks again, you feel the vibration of his plastron beneath you.

“I'm only gonna get better, Babes.” His hands grip your waist and pull you up - again, like it's easy, like it's nothing - so he can kiss you. The taste of you still clings to his mouth, and again his kiss feels like a promise. He kisses your nose, rubbing a hand up and down your back. “Gotta keep practicing. I bet by next year I'll be the best you've ever had.”

You don't tell him he already is, because by the time you open your mouth he's talking again, his voice warm and bright like the sun.

“Happy birthday, Kira Kira. I love you.”

The rare nickname has you blushing again, and his smile only grows brighter at the sight of your flushed cheeks.

“Love you, too, Mikey.”

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(Kira Kira is sort of like… sparkle in Japanese, I think)

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lovehealsandlovehurts · 1 year

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Bunny

dom wanda x reader

Summary: You finally fall victim to your stepmother's charms.

Warnings: nipple play, nipple sucking, fingering, clit play, dumbification, humiliation, praise, pet names, mention of somophilia, mention of cnc, multiple mentions of a strap, forced submission (?) edging, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, manipulation, aftercare,

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You tried to pay no attention to your new stepmother, Wanda. It was an impossible task to do considering how sweet the woman was to you. She’d always ask about your day, wanting to hear the tiny details of it, even if they seemed to be boring. Her green eyes made you feel safe and warm inside, sending shivers down your spine every time she took a closer look at you. You tried to brush your thoughts away, clinging to your morality and desire of building a healthy relationship with the woman. There were so many other girls you could’ve tried to lay your eyes on, but somehow none of them made you feel the way Wanda did.

You sat by your desk, with your eyes glued to your computer, trying to finish homework for University. It was way past midnight, and you pushed yourself through the sleepiness trying to complete the reading before morning. You heard a short knock at the door, followed by Wanda slowly entering the room. She wore a long silky nightgown that clung to her body tight, highlighting her figure well. Her hair was long and messy, it was obvious she was either getting ready to sleep or just taking a nap. You immediately swallowed your spit, looking back at the screen, purposely shifting away your focus.

“Yes?” you asked, trying to sound bothered, but your voice came out cracking instead.

“I don’t like when you stay up so late, you need to rest,” she said, walking closer to you. Her voice sounded so soft, it made you want to follow her advice. Wanda made her way across the room, ending up standing behind your chair, her stomach pushing into the back of it. You felt guilty for feeling tingles in your stomach every time she commanded you to do something.

“Well… I can make my own decisions, and I’m going to stay up late,” you said, battling through your emotions, so desperately trying to bury how you felt about her.

“I’m just looking out for you,” she said, her hands landing on your shoulders. You felt electrified under her touch, closing your eyes as you felt her rub her wrists in circles, relieving the tension in your back muscles.

“Are you stressed honey? What’s wrong?” she asked, her tone light and caring. The way she touched you was gentle and careful. It wasn’t often you got a back massage from anyone and you wondered if that’s why it felt so good, or perhaps because it came from her.

“I’m… fine” you whispered, barely being able to control the sound of your voice. It sounded so weak, trembling under her touch. Wanda took her hands away, and you sighed, longing after her contact.

A moment of silence struck the air but it didn’t feel awkward, rather had a lot of tension settling in the room. You felt her hand touch you once again, this time traveling to your chest. She gently slit her fingers from your stomach up to your hard nipples, innocently brushing against them as she moved back to your shoulders. It was so smooth that it could be easily perceived as a mistake but you knew it wasn’t.

“Wanda” you whispered, not being able to say anything else but her name. You didn’t even want to protest, or question her, just ease yourself to her will.

The woman didn’t say anything, she pulled up a chair closer to your desk, settling herself next to you. You thought about what she would say to you and if you’d end up having a casual night of small talk but instead, you noticed her hand traveling to your legs. She pressed the palm of her hand against your thigh, her gaze shifting from her choice of placement to your face. You started into her eyes, your look raising a million questions.

“Let me make you feel better” she whispered, her voice suddenly becoming low and raspy. You wanted to say so much but nothing came out of your mouth, you were so enthralled by her and entirely unprepared for the moment happening.

“I-” you mouthed, looking at her face. She was so beautiful, it was impossible not to fall for her. You couldn’t think of anything at the moment but solely focus on what was in front of you and the way her hand felt pressed against your skin.

“What do you mean?“ you managed to whisper, frowning your eyebrows.

She smiled wickedly, not believing you were so oblivious, “I’ve seen the way you look at me bunny, don’t act all shy now” she whispered, moving her hands through your thigh. She slid them between your legs, pressing against your core.

You closed your legs shut, moaning at the sensation and further trapping her hand between your thighs. This couldn't be wrong when it felt so right. Her words tingled your brain and her touch felt better than anyone who’s ever touched you.

“Wanda... we shouldn’t, we can’t” you answered simply, even though your body grew hot under her touch. Deep down you knew her and you would never work but a part of your brain held onto your delusion, creating imaginary scenarios with her in your head.

“What if someone will see?” you managed to add, falling into a state where your brain was barely able to think rationally.

“No one will see, just let mommy touch you okay? '' she whispered, and you followed her command, feeling your thoughts slip away. It was rare that she called herself that but at the moment, it sounded totally different, like a title she used to remind you of who was in charge.

Her fingers moved up and down your panties, teasing you through them and making the tension between your legs unbearable. Her finger circled your clit as she watched your facial expressions change. She enjoyed seeing you hardly keep your eyes open, letting out short sighs as her wrist circled your body. Her other hand pinched your nipple, griping your boobs possessively while staring at your body.

“You’re such a pretty girl, mommy's been thinking about you for a while” she whispered, the combination of her touching you left you no room to breathe. You felt yourself become more overstimulated by every second, realizing she hadn’t even done anything proper yet, and you were already wrapped around her finger.

Wanda cautiously tilted your panties to the side, slipping a finger in. You whimpered, unprepared for the feeling but relieved when she finally entered you.

“Oh-” you moaned softly, realizing how good it felt to have her finger inside of you.

“You’re so wet” Wanda whispered proudly, slowly slipping inside your folds.

“Did mommy make you feel like this?” she said mocking you, and you only felt yourself grow more excited, the emptiness in your brain expanding. Your mind was so full of her, becoming dizzy at her every word.

“Were you having icky thoughts about mommy before? Tell me…” she demanded, putting more strength into her moves. She wanted to know everything, your every thought, desire, your deepest fantasy, anything that included her.

You simply nodded, your attempts at words breaking into soft sighs as you whimpered under her touch.

“Poor baby… I’m finally here” she whispered, finally crashing your lips with hers. You kissed her back so desperately, moaning into her mouth as she fucked into you. She smelled like vanilla and cinnamon, the scent of the air fresheners she picked for the house. Her lips were plump and tasted of lipstick she must’ve worn earlier in the day and a hint of mouthwash.

Wanda quickly took her fingers out of you, pulling your panties down to get a good look at you. Her eyes admired every inch of your body, undressing you with her every stare. She placed her hand back on your clit, circling it as she moved her gaze to look at your face.

“Mommy's been thinking about you so much… torturing herself by not touching you every day” she murmured, her fingers teasing your clit so perfectly, hitting all the right nerves.

“Do you know how crazy you make mommy feel?” she asked, her fingers moving back into you again. Wanda knew what she was doing when she asked you a question and then shocked you with her sudden movement. She enjoyed catching you off guard, breaking you, and seeing you become a mess under her will.

You couldn’t possibly answer, being so hypnotized and far into sub-space but you wanted to, so bad. Her fingers slid into you so easily, so perfectly hitting every right spot.

“Mommy touched herself so many times thinking about you” she whispered in your face, the words creating even a bigger mish-mash of your brain.

“Right here when you were asleep” she admitted, her eyes shifting towards your bed as her fingers moved relentlessly out of you. “I just couldn’t help it, baby, you looked so pretty laying there, mommy got all wet watching you” she whispered, her tone making it seem like it was something so normal of her to do, even though you knew it sounded filthy, but you couldn’t help but like it. Your cheeks flushed red and you felt your clit twitch, feeling ashamed of how good the thought of that made you feel.

“Oh, does my little girl like hearing that?“ she asked scornfully, her eyes noticing every change in your face. It was so difficult to hide anything from her, she could read your body language without any effort. “Wanna hear how mommy fucked herself while laying down next to you? whispering your name softly and hoping you wouldn’t wake up?” she said, her hand sounding louder clapping against your skin. You couldn’t say anything but nod, clenching harder around her fingers.

“I wanted to touch you so bad,” she said, torturing you with her pace. “Perhaps I should do that next time, kiss you through your panties or shove the tip of my cock into you? I know you’d like that” she murmured, teasing you. You needed to answer, your brain filled with so many thoughts but none of them could come together to leave your mouth. “Yes…yes” you mumbled, letting your breath graze her face.

The tension in your stomach intensified, and you could barely control what your body did. Your hips moved close to her hand, chasing her touch.

“Mommy” you whispered, realizing this the first time you used the title towards her. Her face instantly lit up, her eyes sparking with desire, it was almost like she could get off to you calling her that.

“I need to..” you managed to say, not being able to speak full sentences. You grabbed onto her arm, burying your face in her neck and letting soft moans escape your mouth. You wanted to tell her you feel so good, and that you were close but all you felt was blood floating into your brain, preventing you from speaking more.

“I know, I know,” she said, moving some of your hair away from your face. She did so gently and carefully, caring for you like her most precious possession. Her other hand still toyed with you slowly, her fingers curling deep inside of you.

“But you look so pretty like this bunny, mommy likes seeing you so dumb and needy,” she said, watching your face. You swallowed your spit, nodding, being so close yet so far to the edge. You wanted to be good for her so badly, but your body could barely take it anymore, your orgasm begged to be released. “Please, please” you started whispering but your voice turned to a shout mid-sentence, you felt so hot and out of control with the way she made your body feel.

Wanda put her hand over your mouth, putting pressure against your lips as she pressed onto them. “Shh baby, I don’t want anyone to hear my little girl, only mommy gets to have that”

she said, the pace of her movement increasing and torturing you even more.

“Just a little more, be a good girl for mama” she whispered, by your face. She took her hand off your cheeks and started kissing them delicately. Your clit tingled at her words again, your hand grabbing her arms so desperately and pulling her close. “Mommy… please ” you whined, your voice breaking, at the edge of crying.

“That’s it, let go for mommy” she whispered, proud of you for lasting so long.

You finally came, wrapping your arms around her neck as you moaned, feeling your thighs shake. She made you feel so brainless but in a good way, you enjoyed feeling like your body and mind were completely hers.

She looked so satisfied, a gentle smile appearing on her face. You saw a spark of joy form in her eyes, You stared at her for a while, not being able to process how beautiful and perfect she was.

Wanda enjoyed the moment of silence that consisted of her staring back at you and you trying to catch your breath. She then slid her fingers back into you, catching you by surprise.

“Oh,” you whispered, barely recovering from your first orgasm. Your hips involuntarily shifted closer to her hand. She grabbed your wrist and put your fingers against your swollen clit, looking up into your eyes. She couldn’t help but find you adorable, all spread out and obedient for her.

“You’re gonna listen to what mommy says okay?” she asked softly, pressing your own hand onto your clit.

You looked at her hypnotized, not knowing what to do. You wanted to make her feel proud again so listened to her directions carefully. You touched yourself before, but somehow when she was there your brain couldn’t think of how to do it, you weren’t sure what to do.

“Rub it in circles like this, while mommy touches you okay?” she asked, guiding your hand and slipping her finger into your pussy.

You nodded, moving your hand in circles as Wanda's finger moved in and out of you. You clenched your jaw tight, trying not to let your whimpers escape your mouth. The combination of her touch and yours together made your brain melt, forgetting about everything. You didn’t worry about someone catching you, or if it was wrong or right, all that mattered was the moment and how ridiculously good you felt.

“That’s a good girl, I knew you were gonna be good for mommy,” Wanda said, wrapping her arm around you and sticking her thumb into your mouth. “You’re such a big girl… look at you… listening to mommy so well” Wanda teased, watching you toying with your clit as she relentlessly fucked into you.

It didn’t take long before your brain felt hot again, getting high off the adrenaline and waves of pleasure hitting your body. You came so ridiculously fast, secretively wishing you could have held on for longer.

“Did mommy tell you to stop bunny?” she asked softly, seeing that your wrist stopped moving. Her fingers still pounded in and out of you, continuing to make you feel hot and flustered. You nodded your head from side to side, feeling like you have just broken a rule, even though none were set yet. You thought about saying no but you couldn’t, seeing the satisfied look on her face. “Come on, you could do one more for mommy can’t you?”’ she asked, looking down to point out how wet you were. You whimpered, resuming your movement. “See? my big girl,”

she said leaning forward to kiss your lips.

“Mommy?” you whispered, stopping once again and staring into her eyes.

“What’s wrong baby?” she whispered, stopping her movement and looking at you with a concerned face. “Can you… do it for me?” you asked, feeling shy. You couldn’t cum without her help, especially after being stimulated so much, you simply wanted to ask her to make you feel better.

“Oh baby, you’re so cute,” she said, changing her position to let her other hand play with your clit. She had complete control over you, making you trust her with how cautiously she took care of you.

“Gosh you're so tight bunny, how are you gonna take mommy's cock one day?” she asked, her both hands touching you at the same time. You whined loudly, instantly wanting to protest.

“I can, I can take it,” you said fastly and heard her shushing you. Her cheeks lifted, seeing how eager you were to answer, her smile so malicious, glad she manipulated you into being her obedient doll. “Not so loud silly,” she said, fucking into you. You thought you wouldn’t be able to cum for the third time but you felt the tension in your stomach building up again.

“Oh baby, look at the mess you’ve made” she mocked you, looking at your soaked thighs and her hand, shining in the room's light. “I think mommy's gonna have to clean you up later,” she said, looking at your face. She really was delighted to see you in a state like this.

“Yes, please…” you whined, feeling your tummy get all hot and tense again. Nothing felt as good as her. You rolled your eyes to the back of your head and came with her fingers in you. You instantly grabbed onto her wrist, pulling it out of you and not being able to handle anything more.

“You did so well, my baby” Wanda whispered, kissing your face all over. She gave you a moment to catch your breath and hold your face close to her neck. “Mommy’s just gonna taste you okay? Nothing more, unless you want to.” She said and you nodded, blindly believing every word that came out of her mouth.

Wanda lowered herself down to her knees, sinking her mouth onto your swollen nub. You were glad your chair was comfortable, allowing you to lean back in it with your legs exposed. Your thighs were shaking, no matter in what position you would put them. Her mouth found your clit and you flinched, feeling her warm lips wrap around it, her saliva only making it more wet and sticky.

“Mommy! mommy” you whined, moving your hips away, not being able to do or say anything else. You grabbed onto the armrests, gripping them tightly as Wanda violated you with her tongue.

You wanted to protest but she felt so good, once again you let her do whatever she wanted with you. Her tongue rolled around your spot, hitting all of the right nerves, occasionally making you jerk up at her touch. She sucked it so perfectly, making you clean your jaw tight, from both wanting to stay quiet and being so overwhelmed by what your body felt.

“Mommy!” you whined, feeling your thighs shake with her mouth still latched onto you. You knew you were going to cum with you still in her mouth. She wouldn’t stop her pace, her arms held tighter to your thighs, trying to keep you in place. You felt your muscles tense up, feeling so hot and ready to release all that tension. An orgasm ravaged your body, sensing sensations both through your lower stomach and clit.

You arched your back and moaned loudly, putting one of your hands against your mouth, hoping it would muffle the sound. Your body felt so tingly and sensitive, completely fragile in her arms.

“Come here, baby,” Wanda said, letting go of your thighs. She got up from her knees and helped you make your way to the bed.

Wanda laid you down in the bed, caressing your face and kissing your cheeks as she placed herself underneath you.

“You did so well, my perfect girl. Come lay on top of mommy,” she said, laying down on her back and pulling you on top of her. You laid down on her chest, curling into her lap so comfortably. You wanted to worry about so many things but couldn’t when being in her presence felt so liberating. You let all your thoughts drift away, slowly easing into her touch. She made you feel safe, and loved, her little words of praise made you feel warm in your chest.

Wanda let one of her hands stroke your hair as you saw her other one pull down on her gown, releasing one of her breasts. You moaned involuntarily, your mouth immediately watering at the thought of sucking it. Her boobs looked so pretty and perky, your mind always thought about touching them whenever Wanda didn’t wear a bra or happened to wear tight clothes.

“You can suck on it, I know you want to,” she said softly, her voice becoming low and sleepy. You didn’t even say anything, just immediately latched onto her breast, sucking it in so desperately. You put your hand on it for support, tilting it to your side as you sucked on her nipple. “That’s a good girl,” she murmured, her hand stroking your back. She held you in her arms so perfectly, you were sure there was no better place to be. You sucked on her nipple for a while, before occasionally moving to the other one. Your hands moved so carefully, slowly pulling on her gown before putting her other nipple in your mouth.

After some time your eyelids began to feel heavy, and you became groggy, ready to fall asleep, with your lips sucking on Wanda's breasts for comfort. She pulled a blanket over your body, making sure you weren’t cold, her mouth letting out soft hums that instantly put you to sleep.

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midnightblues444 · 11 months

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Jaded |

situationship!various x fem!reader

Content warnings: smut and toxic relationship

A/n: Was listening to jaded by drake and thought of this, also been way too busy lately but dont worry things are cominggg

"I miss u"

He stares at the notification intently, after a while he can feel his heart beating steadily again. You haven't spoken in a month or so, mostly because of you, so instead of an apology you decide to text him this shit

Typical

Your relationship was- or is a complicated thing to explain.

It began with a mutual agreement that neither of you are " looking for a relationship at this point" and how you both "just want to keep it casual". To be honest he can't really label what exactly you agreed to, but he just went with it cause the sex is really good.

Usually he's a logical person by nature, never straying from his "no strings attached" rules, he finally crumbled after meeting his match, shreds of logic slipping between those prettily manicured fingers of yours.

You changed everything for him, from how he thought to how he acts. From the first time you fucked, there was something compelling him not to ghost you like the other girls, he was so drawn you, he became whipped.

Your situationship was fun at first, he enjoyed reaping all the rewards of low commitment by having chemistry like no other with you.

That was before jealousy crept in, along with the sudden question of "what are we". That's when the arguments really began. Angry sex, petty acts to make the other jealous, what you had became a mess that you said "you need a break from".

And now youre saying; you miss him

Confusing, that's what this is. He doesn't understand you, he doesn't understand who he is with you, he doesn't understand why he's pulling on his shoes and slipping a condom into his jeans.

When he finds himself at your doorstep he simply knocks, he didnt bother texting back because he knows you well enough. Opening the door, you're half surprised, taking merely a second to process the fact that he was here announced, allowing him in without hesitation.

You hug him, tight. Whispering I missed yous into his chest, he cant help but hug you back wrapping you in his big arms, he missed you too after all. The conversation is a brief breakdown figuring out if you need to be angry at eachother or not. A type of small talk where you both passively check loyalty during your "break" .

He asks you how you've been and hat you been up to fighting the urge to ask who've you been up to, concluding that he doesn't want to fight about it.

He kisses you instead, hot and desperate, big hands tracing the curves of your body. Your hands are in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer, you get lost in the familiarity of it all the heat between you getting hotter. He knows your apartment well, never needing to break the kiss while guiding you to the room.

You don't make it all the way to the bed, finding refuge on your dresser. "God I missed you " he says breathless once your shirts gone, pulling down your shorts.

Such a gentlemen, doing all the work for you,

In one motion his shirt is gone, and hes unbuttoned his pants. His focus is directed at your neck, and tits. Bruises and bites begin to decorate your skin. Placing a condom wrapper between his teeth, he starts to release himself from his boxers.

"Need some help there sweets?" you ask sweetly, mischief stretching across your face. He nods, and let's you take the condom out. Touching him teasingly before slipping it on his length,

"Fuck" he whispers watching intently, as you align him with your entrance, slowly sliding in.

You hum at the sensation, deciding to place your hands on his shoulders. Its a gentle harshness he grips your hips with, firmly pulling you close as he begins rythmically rolling into your spot.

His pace harsh as he breathlessly groans into the crook of your neck, the sound of skin clapping fills the room along with your sinful whimpers and his deep groans

Theres no place he'd rather be than inside you is all he thinks

DABI, Hawks, Aizawa, Rindou, Hanma, RAN, Baji, Draken, Suna, Atsumu, Geto, Gojo, sakuna, TOJI , Eren

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fairyyarchive · 8 months

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hey, can u write Armin x afab!reader, Armin being a teasy!dom af

hi! i'm sorry this so long to complete, i have been incredibly swamped with life, so writing has not come easy to me. this is also my first time writing smut, so pls keep that in mind lol. a long time coming, so please enjoy!

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college au, established relationship, teasy!soft dom armin x lowkey bratty reader

content: teasing, afab!reader, pet names (baby, sweetheart, love, pretty, good girl, pretty girl), edging, slight overstim, oral (f receiving), fingering

A sunny spring afternoon with your boyfriend should have been spent on a cute date, reading in the park or getting lunch together. You could be doing this, of course, if it wasn’t for the 89.5% in your history class and the final you had next week to make it up. Instead, you were stuck inside up your elbows in homework.

Not that you minded spending time with Armin this way, quite the opposite actually as he was a wonderful study partner and always willing to help you freshen up on topics discussed in lectures that you couldn’t make it to (or that you didn’t remember). As you finished the first of many assignments, you threw your head back with a groan. “I should just drop out. Learn to knit sweaters on Etsy or something,” you pouted.

“That bad huh?” Armin laughed, turning from his own laptop to face you. The lofi background on the tv played relaxing beats as you questioned the entirety of your academic career.

“I think my brain is melting. And I’ve only done one. One! And no one’s even kissed me or told me how great I’m doing, how ever will I go on?” You dramatically laid your hand on your forehead, batting your eyelashes at your boyfriend. He laughed, placing a soft kiss on your right cheek. Then your left, then your lips. You smiled, grateful for the momentary bliss from the headache of studying. Armin’s face then lit up the way it does when he’s solved a long equation.

“Maybe now I can carry on… Only with the motivation of my sweet sweet boy,” you dramatically flopped backward, half draped in his lap. It truly wasn’t that difficult, but the familiar end-of-semester burnout had your brain feeling like overcooked ramen noodles.

Armin chuckled at your theatrics, ever patient and sweet. “Alright, how about for every question you answer on the next study guide, I’ll give you a kiss?” he suggested.

You turned your head upward to face your boyfriend, spider-man style. “Every question on this 50 question study guide gets me a kiss?” you confirmed.

“Well… Maybe we can work out a system since it’s so long,” your eyes lit up, “but only if you’re a good girl for me and get the whole thing done, okay?” a slight rosy tint dusting his cheeks. He knew you loved when he talked like that, and he quickly learned that praise was a good motivator, to say the least. He loved it especially when it pulled such cute reactions from you, but you couldn’t help but get a little shy when he told you what to do.

“Okay got it, focus, study, kisses,” you nodded. You settled with your back against his chest, pulling your laptop closer. You got comfy, opening the dreaded history study guide and all the necessary materials to complete it.

As promised, once the first short answer question was complete Armin planted a kiss on your forehead, and a bonus one on your shoulder. Your little exchange continued as you completed more questions, finally halfway done with it. “See? You’re doing so well baby, already halfway done,” he ran his hands up and down your arms soothingly, tilting your chin to the side to allow him access to kiss your neck. “I’m proud of you,” he softly spoke against your skin, kissing you gently. You sighed, easily relaxing to his touch. For a brief moment, you wondered if you heard another tone in his voice, but maybe it was just the haze in your mind from Armin’s praise.

Your focus returned to your work, scrolling through notes to find answers, being rewarded with a little peck on your neck, your lips, your forehead. A particularly long question had Armin’s hands beginning to wander as you ran through your materials, fingers feather-light as he slipped them under the hem of your hoodie. You gasped instinctively, your focus broken briefly. “Ah, focus sweetheart,” he chided, stopping his movements. You huffed, reluctantly typing answers into the doc. Armin had a tendency to tease, knowing he could draw this out as long as he wanted.

You blinked, clearing your head from the gutter before continuing to type, determined to finish the last ten questions. You groaned internally upon seeing the next one was rather long as well, opening a new tab to begin researching. Armin’s hands returned to rest just under the hem of your hoodie. One hand gently slid its way up your torso, fingertips featherlight as he traced them along the swell of your breast. You shifted in your spot on his lap, doing your best to ignore the growing bulge that pressed into your backside.

Armin traced the curve of your breasts, taking his time to draw your body to memory. His cool fingers grazed your nipples, the touch so sensitive it sent a chill through you. Your body warmed as he continued his teasing movements, caressing your breasts, rubbing circles around your nipples, taking his time unraveling you as he watched your focus crumble.

Armin’s hand continued gently pinching and rubbing your nipples as his other began to slowly drift down, thumb dipping under the hem of your shorts. As it was clearly becoming impossible for you to finish this assignment, you attempted to get away with putting your laptop to the side, but Armin took it from your hands and placed it next to you, still within your reach for use. “Don’t make me repeat myself sweetheart, you only get rewarded if you keep working,” his voice slid deeper - gently commanding. You knew you were likely testing his patience a bit, but it was just so hard to focus and, really, he was being to you by not letting you take a break. And yet.

“Okay, okay, I’ll finish it this time,” you sighed, pouting in an attempt to make him give in.

“Good girl,” he smiled, satisfied. When you refocused, Armin kept his word, bringing one hand to your nipples once again as the other found its way into your shorts. The lightest of touches on the outside of your panties sent a shudder from you, your hips instinctively twitching. Armin’s fingers pressed gently, rubbing your slit up and down at an agonizingly slow pace, not bothering to move your panties yet.

Your diligence was rewarded with what Armin knew you craved, his fingers pressing into you harder, a hidden strength that drove you crazy when you saw it. He rubbed circles on your clit through your panties, wetness campening the soft cotton. Your concentration phased in and out, shifting from the dull feeling of pleasure warming your abdomen to (finally, finally) the second to last question. Your sighs must have become pitiful as you heard the honey-dripped sound of your boyfriend’s laugh. “You wanna tell me something sweetheart?” His tone drenched in condescending care.

“No, I want you to touch me,” your cheeks burned. He had to pull the words out of you.

“I am touching you, pretty girl,” his smile was so warm and blue eyes so soft, you’d think he was really asking to help. He leaned down, speaking softly into your ear, “I’m not gonna let you finish until that homework is done, so I suggest you quiet down,” he nipped at your neck, “and get to work.” His words sent a shiver down your spine and you nodded, mustering what mental strength you had to explain the political structures of… somewhere.

Armin’s fingers slipped into your panties, dipping into you and spreading you open. He rubbed your clit with practiced precision, knowing just how to ease you into being edged. Allowing you to feel so good, so blissful, so easy to convince you that you’ll get to finish – before taking it away completely. His middle finger flicked your clit, pinching lightly. The buzz in your head was driving you mad, the arousal burning through you. With a half-assed last answer, you snapped your laptop shut, physically restraining yourself from throwing it on the floor. Armin’s ministrations slowed to a lazy pace, a smug smile sat on his lips. “You done?” he asked, patient as ever.

“Mhm, all done and complete and turned in and all that,” you stumbled slightly, turning around to straddle his lap. Armin’s dominant demeanor faltered ever so subtly and you smirked - he was almost always all talk until you were sitting pretty on his lap, your warm center on the bulge you could so clearly see through his sweatpants.

Armin was easy to turn the tables on, so naturally it took you by surprise when his eyes glinted with something that excited you, using his lean muscles to flip your positions, pinning you beneath him. “Baby…” Oh there it was, that chastising tone that meant you were in for it. “Did I say you could get on top?” He lazily caressed the plush of the inside of your thighs, avoiding where you so desperately needed him to touch you.

“No…” You bit your lip.

“And I always thought you were so good at following the rules baby, aren’t you my good girl?” Armin teased, slipping your shorts and panties down your legs. He trailed pecks up the inside of your thigh, parting your legs as he went. You gasped at the contact, nodding your head and biting your lip in anticipation. Your hands traveled to grip your boyfriend’s soft hair and guide him into you, only for him to stop you by grabbing your wrists. He brought them to rest above your head, lips traveling back up to mouth at your neck. “Then you better listen this time, and keep those hands right there ‘till I tell you,” he grasped your jaw, tilting your face toward him gently, “got it love?”

“Uh huh,” you breathed, stunned and absolutely aroused at his sense of command. Armin’s shift in demeanor made his blue eyes darken, his muscles flex and a hunger from within him that made him want to simply devour you.

“There’s my good girl,” his warm smile returned, and you’d almost believe he was going to give you everything you wanted. Armin returned to his place between your legs, burying his face in the wet warmth between your thighs. He used his soft, flat tongue to lick a stripe up through your center. You groaned as he used the tip of his tongue to flick your clit, arching your back and pushing yourself closer to him. You felt him smile against you, “Yeah? That feel good baby?”

“Oh god, yes,” you whined. He rewarded you by spreading you apart with his fingers, settling his tongue against your clit and making you sigh once again. His soft touches and sweet sinful tongue gathered a rhythm that made your head spin, figure eights on your clit spreading the wetness that just couldn’t stop as his fingers worked nimbly to unravel you from the inside. The lofi background on the TV muffled as the room filled with the sinful wet sounds coming from you, your heavy breathing and needy gasps.

“Ahh, baby I’m so close... Oh, fuck,” you gasped, hips grinding against his face as his fingers stroked just the right place inside you. The familiar sparks traveled through your body, the feeling building to its peak once more, so very close to tipping over until – it stopped. Armin’s fingers left you feeling empty, his mouth leaving your poor, swollen pink clit unsatisfied and sensitive. “A-armin! Please, please, c’mon I was so close,” you nearly cried, sitting up to look at him. Your prayers, however, were answered as he sat back to pull down his sweatpants and boxers and align his hips to yours.

“You’ve been so - “ you felt just the tip push past your lips, absolutely drenched in your own juices, “so good for me baby.” You felt him slowly, so slowly, finally slide his cock into you, feeling every long-awaited inch fill you. You nearly creamed on the spot, before even feeling the torturous way he began to thrust his hips. In, out, the most desperate whimpers left your lips as he praised you. “You’re so good, my pretty girl, so good at letting me edge you as much as I want,” the prettiest words purred from his lips and only aroused you more as your orgasm threatened to rip you in two. His voice, his cock, the delicious rhythm that he rubbed your clit at, everything was so good and so much that sparks shot through you, setting your entire body ablaze.

“Fuck - I’m gonna - “ you could hardly gasp out the words in between breathless moans as it hit you, waves of fire rolling through you. Armin thrusted into you, hitting your sweet spot at a delicious pace as he fucked you through your orgasm, his pants and groans getting higher as his ow orgasm built.

“ ‘m close baby, you feel so good, you came so well for me pretty girl,” his hands gripped your hips. The slam of his cock into you as he fucked you stupid sent shocks of pleasure and dull pain through you. Your whole body was shaking, your hips sore as Armin’s thrusts became sloppier and his groans became needier.

“Cum baby, want you to cum in me, oh fuck, please,” you begged, your words barely uttered through your moans as your second orgasm sent white hot pleasure coursing through your limbs.

“Fuck, yeah I’ll cum in you baby, I - “ Armin’s thrusts became uneven, hitting you one, two, three times making you see stars, the cum dripping from your second orgasm slick and messy around his cock. Your sweet words and downright sinful noises sent your sweet boyfriend over the edge, his hips stuttering as you felt his cock pulsing deep inside you. A mix of curses and praises flew between the two of you as you came down, bodies satiated and sweaty as you calmed your breathing.

You lay together, clothes long discarded and only underwear and a t-shirt (Armin’s t-shirt) on. Your head rested on his chest as Armin caressed your hair, kissing your forehead softly. You sighed, breathing in his scent deeply and settling into him to drift off into a nap.

Hope that study guide comes in handy.

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escapingrealtiylovinginsanity · 2 months

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Sonny Carsisi: [Not] Guilty

Warning: This one is short and angsty

You opened the door to find a flustered-looking Dominick Carisi. He was still in court clothes and his hair was perfectly styled. Only his face showed his exhaustion and his unease. After your appraisal, you cross your arms over your chest, lips in a firm line. “What do you want?”

“I wanted to check on you,” You scoff at that rolling your eyes at him, “I know this day has been rough-”

“Really, now you're worried about me?” You watched the hurt flash in his eyes and you know you should feel bad, but after the day you had you couldn’t feel anything at all.

“Of course, I have been worried about you.” He reaches out to you, but you dunk back.

“You have a funny way of showing it.” Your voice raises but just barely. Sonny’s expression grows cloudy with emotions that you resist picking apart. Your eyes instead stare over his shoulder. An older woman comes out from her apartment across the hall. Her eyes sweep over you in search of new gossip. You probably look like you're in a lover's quarrel. You bite the inside of your cheek at the realness of that. Sonny eyes the woman who is taking her sweet time to lock her apartment and head to the elevator.

“Let’s talk about this inside.” His whispers, his voice taking on a soothing tone. “I can explain-” He gently starts easing you back into your door, but you hold your ground a firm hand on his chest pushing him back. You feel the muscles under his shirt and have no doubt that he has the strength to bulldoze you over. Instead, he stops like he hit a stonewall.

“No,” He says your name and you shake your head, “You can’t come inside. I’m still cleaning up the mess from CSU. I won’t invite you in and have you ‘accidentally’ find something incriminating in my apartment. I shouldn’t even be talking to you without a lawyer.”

“Now wait, just hold on a second.” Sonny grasped firmly at your shoulder. A touch that once made you feel so warm now left you cold. “This case has nothing to do with you.”

“Nothing to do with me?” You shoot back with a humorless laugh, shrugging off his touch. “You got a warrant signed to have my apartment searched! You didn’t even have the decency to give me a heads-up that they were coming!”

“I couldn’t do that, and you know it!”

“Why because you think I would hide evidence?”

“Because I was doing my job. Your cousin is living here. He’s being charged with rape and murder. I didn’t have a choice.” Sonny's voice raised before he seemed to get control of himself and lowered it back down.

“I told you; he isn’t good for this.” You feel tears burn at the back of your eyes and you look up and blink them back to keep from crying.

“That’s what everyone always thinks of family. I understand you want to protect him. But you weren’t with him that night. His DNA was at the crime scene.” Sonny tries to cup your cheeks, to get you to look at him. You shake your head pushing him back again. For the first time, you feel like he isn’t listening to you. He is trying to railroad you. He isn’t on your side, or your team. He’s against your family and that makes him against you.

“No, he didn’t do this.” You repeat and you look at your boyfriend of just shy of a year and see the end in his eyes. “And you're the ADA going against him. I can’t have contact with you.”

“Baby, this trial could take months-” He cuts off and you know the second he understands. The moment he sees the end in your eyes too.

When the relationship hits its end, and the door is closed, and the deadbolt is locked in place you have no idea that part of him is already on the other side with you. It would take you four months and the end of the trial that ruined your relationship before you figured it out. Then another week before you could find the strength to tell him.

I am thinking about turning this into a miniseries if anyone is interested. It will talk about the case but will mostly focus on what happens after the case has ended and how the relationship with Sonny will progress.

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mayolive-writes · 1 year

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Thighs - Namjoon

💜 Part 1 💜 Part 2 💜

Pairing: dom!namjoon x AFAB sub!reader Summary: Namjoon can't believe he never noticed your thighs before.

Wordcount: 2253

Genre: Smut, established relationship

Warnings: body worship, use of pet names (baby, bay girl, angel, etc), fingering, joon really likes your thighs lmao (i mean it, take them away from him), riding, unprotected sex (don't be a dipshit, dipshit), reader uses "sir"

Minors DNI

A/N: This is my first time sharing my writing, i just hope at least one person enjoys it lmao

Edit: There's a part 2 now! Linked above.

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Namjoon stares in amazement…

Three years.

He can’t believe that after three years of dating you he’d never properly appreciated your thighs. Was he blind?

Well, not anymore, because here he is staring at you from across the couch. Your simple pink silk pajama shorts adorn them beautifully like gift wrap, and it takes everything in him not to unwrap them ravenously.

They jiggle with every slight movement, looking smooth, creamy, and sweet. Like honey butter.

You feel Namjoon’s eyes on you. “Something wrong, bub?” you ask quietly. God, you have no clue what you can bring out in him.

Looking away awkwardly and clearing his throat, Namjoon brushes your question off with a brief ‘nothing’ in response. Unfortunately for him, your suspicions aren’t eased.

Instead of letting it go, you pause the show you’re watching together. “Don’t lie to me…” Shifting and crawling to sit in front of him (he absolutely, totally did not notice the way your thighs moved as you crawled closer to him), you giggle your sweet giggle and take his face into your hands. You focus diligently on leaving feather-soft pecks on every inch of his face, light and sugary, saving his lips for last. You ask once more, “What’s wrong? Did something happen at work today?”

Blushing a little, Namjoon takes a deep breath in, chastising himself for his ridiculous thoughts. You’ve both had a long day and need rest. Not what his mind was brewing up mere moments ago. After collecting himself for a few seconds, he looks at you with gentle eyes, reiterating, “It’s nothing, baby.” It comes out as a whisper, his minty breath hitting your face.

You smile as he wraps his arms loosely around your waist, “Alright, alright.” Sighing exasperatedly, you play the show again and cuddle into his chest. Comfortable, and now calm, Namjoon takes ahold of your warm, delicate hand. He caresses it happily, enjoying the feeling.

Everything is fine now.

Not.

Eventually, an action scene arrives in the show. You stiffen, sitting up in his lap. As the tension in the air rises, your leg starts to jump up and down with restlessness.

Namjoon most certainly notices, but his eyes are Gorilla-glued to the screen, desperate not to look over.

But no.

Your thighs scream his name.

His sweatpants tighten.

As the tension continues to rise on screen it also rises in him. Namjoon’s hand moves slowly to your thigh. He caresses it, enjoying the softness. You look at his hand, his actions catching your attention—the way his fingers leave a burning trail, one that makes your cheeks red.

Just as a gunshot fires in the drama, you jump. In this short period, Namjoon swipes the remote, hopeless, and desperate. Your head shoots towards him, “Hey—” you pause at the look in his eyes.

You get it now.

“Joonie are yo—mmf—” you’re silenced as he gently presses his lips against yours, pushing you into the sofa. “Oh-“ you gasp between kisses. Heat rises, gentleness is abandoned for sucking, biting, licking. He swipes his tongue at your bottom lip—practically demanding entrance into your hot mouth. It sends shivers down your spine, eliciting a soft moan. “This is sudden.“ before your breathless comment makes him pause, but you pull him closer, giving him permission to continue. He nips lightly at your lips and you submit, granting him entrance into your mouth and planting your hands deep in his hair.

Hands searching, Namjoon grasps at your left thigh, squeezing, rubbing them up and down. “Fuck, angel, you’re so gorgeous.” He speaks against the kiss before ducking his head down to the crook of your neck, making you seize up, whimpering. Your neck has always been sensitive. “relax, baby, just hold on tight.” Whispering, he reassures you.

As he busies himself with your neck, engraving it with his mark—or several of them, you move to pull his loose t-shirt off, struggling to combat your rapidly weakening limbs.

Nonetheless, it lands discarded on the floor.

Reaching under your top, Namjoon slides his hand across your abdomen, his chilly fingers causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. You curl into his touch obediently.

Moving quickly, it takes no time at all before Namjoon is planting a light kiss on your inner thigh. Your legs go weak, trembling at the wispy yet pleasurable sensation. A weak mewl emits from you. “J-Joonie-“ He kisses the tender skin once more. It’s supple and burning against his lips. You gasp as he licks it, feeling a dire determination to know what it tastes like.

Sweet.

It’s subtle but so palpable. Your thighs shake and threaten to close but Namjoon grips them firmly, holding them open. “Hold still for me, angel.” He breathes against your sensitive skin as he speaks—it’s hot and searing, forcing a whine out of you. Chuckling at your whimpery reaction, Namjoon asks, “Do you like that, baby?”

You have no option but to answer honestly and breathlessly, “Y-yes-“

So, he moves up your thighs, leaving love bites and deeply bruised hickeys. They’re various shades of blue and purple, a beautifully painted watercolor. The proud work of Namjoon and his hunger. Every mewl, whimper, moan, and plea that bursts from your lips revs him further. Your back arches the closer he travels to your core, but your thighs remain under his iron grip unable to close. You’re undoubtedly soaked by now. “You love the way I ruin you so nicely, don’t you? So desperate and needy.”

Struggling to catch your breath, you don’t answer.

“Answer me, angel,” He commands you, squeezing your thigh roughly. “Good girls use their words.”

“Yes!” You gasp as he sucks extra harshly on a preexisting hickey.

Satisfied, he leans away momentarily, meeting your eyes. “Baby, can I keep going?” You hastily nod your head, now just as needy as he is.

Namjoon decides to take his time despite the hardness within his sweatpants. At a painstakingly slow rate, he slips off your silky rose tank top. He attaches his fiery lips to the sensitive tip of your breast, forcing a groan from your eager body. As he works with your breasts, leaving a similar watercolor painting as your thighs, he pulls off your shorts—as well as your lacy undies.

His hand is once more on your thigh, inching, inching, inching towards your core. “Joon, hurry up, please.” You beg him.

“Shhh, be patient babygirl.” He kisses against your lips sensually, but just as slowly as his fingers trail to your core. They leave teasing circles in particularly sensitive spots—ones that he knows will make you crumble further beneath him. The subtle and carnal tingle is deliciously gratifying. But it’s all so, so slow.

It’s agonizing. The desire pools in your stomach, heavy and pleading for release. Unable to help it, your hips thrust up. “P-please I-“

“I told you to be patient.” Cutting you off, he growls under his breath. He puts more weight against your middle, effectively pinning you. You squirm but the dominance only wets your core even more.

Legs wobbly and weak, you can only keen into every precise touch. You try to focus on breathing as your senses become overloaded. His lips don’t leave your chest—a peck here, a tug on the nipple there, every moment is shocking to your overstimulated system. Heavy breathing speckled with moans serves as the backdrop.

Trapped. Trapped in bliss you almost don’t notice that his nimble fingers have met your core, finally.

You instantly moan loudly at the touch, “Joon!” He buries his digits deep, spreading your juices. His thumb grazes your clit, summoning a guttural moan from deep within as it circles your bundle of nerves.

“You sound so pretty, baby.” His melodic voice only deepens your pleasure. Without warning, he thrusts a finger in you, following a slow rhythm. Your back arches from the friction, only to be stopped by his chest that’s still holding you in place. “Open your eyes, baby.” You attempt to do so, but the pressure that’s building is almost too much.

Namjoon won’t have that.

He stops all movement, making you whine, helplessly squirming under his weight. “Open. Your. Eyes.” He softly whispers. This time you follow his instructions and look straight into Namjoon’s darkened pupils. “Good girl.”

Resuming movement, he curls his fingers, hitting just the right spot. His lips meet your neck once more, going back over the hickeys he left earlier. All these sensations all at once are practically suffocating, everything building up the tension in you, stretching the rubber band.

“Joon I’m- I’m close-“ you plead with your eyes, holding him close for support

“No,” Namjoon whispers to you, leaving velvety kisses on your lips, “Not until I say.”

You let out a throaty moan, doing your utmost not to let go. Every part of you wants to release, but you hold off.

Every noise becomes breathless as you hug Namjoon closer, desperate not to snap.

“Namjoon, please-“ you cut yourself off by releasing another moan.

“You wanna cum, don’t you?” Namjoon asks as he slows the pace his fingers move.

“Y-yes!”

“Well, good girls ask for what they want. You’re a good girl, aren’t you? Tell me what you want, beg for it.” He bites at your earlobe as you listen. The thought of vocalizing your desires makes you more flushed than ever. But your body screams for release. “Speak up, angel.”

“Please- Please let me…” You stop near the end, embarrassed. Namjoon stops all movement and begins to remove his fingers from your core. Crying out in disappointment you reach for him, “No!”

“You weren’t being good, angel.”

“Please let me cum!” Letting it out all at once you bury your head in Namjoon’s chest. “Please… sir.”

“Fuck” Namjoon growls into your ear. You whine once more, chest heaving. He grinds himself onto you, making you jolt, and continues rolling his clothed length onto your core. He’s undone you completely and all you can do is cry desperately, begging for more.

Finally, he leans down to your ear and whispers, “Ride me, angel.”

Your breath hitches at his demand, “But s-sir—”

“Shhh,” He sets you up on his lap, “Be a good girl, I’ll make you feel good.”

Namjoon’s hand puts a light pressure on your clit before you yelp, “O-okay!”

Quickly peeling his boxers off, Namjoon discards them next to your silk shorts. It’s not long before you’ve settled once again on his lap. You line up your entrance with his length.

Namjoon does nothing to help. He only watches as you slowly descend on him, whining every step of the way. You brace yourself on his shoulders, “J-Joon it’s too much—”

He takes hold of your thighs, “Keep going, you’re doing so well, angel—fuck-” Namjoon’s grip on your thighs hardens and he helps bring you down until you’ve bottomed out. You squirm at how full you feel, wanting to move. You begin to grind on him—your patience running thin. “Shit—just like that baby” he praises your movement, guiding you along.

As you keep moving, Namjoon begins to quietly moan at the feeling of you riding him. He can’t hold any of it in—eventually he’s sucking at your neck to hold back from crying out altogether. His entire existence spurs you on. Losing your strength, you lean into his chest. Your hips have begun to ache, but you only need more of him. “Sir you—you make me feel so good-“ softly speaking, your words have a devastating effect.

“Oh god, baby—you’re so good. Keep going—” His words are broken from pleasure, “F-faster. Go faster for me—”

Ever the obedient partner, you listen to him. “Yes sir…” your words drift off as you keep focus. Namjoon becomes fueled, lifting your face to his and bringing you into a deep kiss. All your walls have come down as he explores your mouth.

“Call me that again—do it again, pretty girl.” His name for you causes your stomach to sink in arousal.

“Sir—ah!” As you speak through the kiss, Namjoon begins to thrust up into you. Suddenly your words become a mantra of “sir” and “more” until he’s taken over complete control. “I’m close, sir—please--”

“Go on, sweetheart, keep going. Let go for me.” He revs you further, meeting you with every thrust and making you cry out in pitched whines.

“I-I’m—” You don’t get a chance to finish; with only a few more thrusts, you come undone. Namjoon holds you tight, and you cling to him as you release all over him. As he chases his own orgasm for a few more thrusts, all that’s left in the air is harsh breathing and the scent of arousal. After enough time has passed, he removes his length. You whine at the sudden emptiness.

Although you’d like for him to stay, Namjoon leaves momentarily to get a wet washcloth to clean you both up. As he’s finishing up, he leans over to you on the couch and rubs his hands soothingly over your trembling thighs. “You did so well, baby” he praises you, placing light kisses all over your face. You can barely acknowledge his words, but they still make a warm feeling spread throughout you.

As Namjoon brings you both to bed, you cling to him and refuse to let go. Lying in bed, you still find yourself cradling into his arms—attracted to his warmth.

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2. and now I’m covered in you

Leviathan x gn!AFAB!reader

a/n: 2nd chapter before I go to bed. I have to spend the next few days panic-studying for exams and driving back and forth from a rehearsal for a musical an hour away so forgive me if chapter 3 takes a while to come out lol

THIS IS VERY NSFW MINORS GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE

CW: self-indulgent smut (unprotected vaginal sex, dry humping, fingering), loss of virginity

he nods. his exhale is warm against your face. when your lips reach his, you graze your teeth over his bottom lip, earning yourself a whimper followed by a strangled moan. the urge to go faster - harder - strikes you like lightning at the noise. he always did make the most delicious noises. but you keep your gently suggestive pace, giving his lip another nibble before weaving your fingers through his hair.

your hips are situated just above his. the bulge had been underneath you for a while, offering sparks of friction whenever he squirmed under your touch but mostly going ignored. as you kiss him, it presses against you, begging to be noticed. begging to be taken care of. Levi doesn’t dare move first; when you rock your hips, just once, his breath hitches again. he moans something into your lips. an invitation to keep going. a plea to keep going.

instead, you move your focus from his mouth to his jaw, drawing out a whine. you bring one hand to his chest, letting the other fall back to his cheek. his heart beats like a kettledrum under your fingertips. he nuzzles into your palm and purses his lips against the fleshy base of your thumb. you feel his hand leave your waist, only to feel it immediately around your wrist. he’s gentle, but desperate. he’s holding into you like he’s worried you’ll pull away.

warmth swells within you as he presses another kiss to your thumb’s heel. you grin against his neck, running your thumb over his cheekbone.

“sweet boy…” your voice is barely a whisper. the compliment fans his flaming blush; he presses his face further in your palm, muttering something under his breath about how you can’t just call him sweet out of the blue like that. gently, you suck on the corner of his jaw, feeling him gasp against your hand. previous escapades had revealed Levi’s jaw as his ultimate weakness - and now, your greatest tool. every time you delicately nip at the skin below his earlobe, he whimpers.

you know he’s trying hard to keep his hips in place. you feel it in the way he grips your waist. you sense it in the way he squirms underneath you. you hear it in his high-pitched little noises. he wants you to move so bad… and so, you do. while you nibble at the soft skin around his throat, you start your hips on a rhythm: slow, almost cruelly so, but steady. Levi squeaks. the hand near his face flies back to your hips, holding you down against him. as close as he can get you. your name spills from his lips in a husky moan, a tone you had never heard from him before.

the pace you’ve set is unfair, and you know this. he craves the friction you’re dropping crumbs of. for a moment, there is silence - all you hear is his breathing as it grows more and more rapid. his head falls back against the pillow and his jaw locks, teeth gritting tightly to keep the lust at bay. a battle is raging in his head, but he fights valiantly. he moans again; the sound vibrates deep in his chest, setting your senses on fire. he sounds so desperate. so needy. so beautiful. every noise he makes stokes the bonfire in your stomach, and you’re going to fill the room with them.

relenting, you move faster. a moan hitches in Levi’s throat. as gently as you can, you tug at his earlobe with your teeth, earning yourself a shaky little whimper. your attempt to trail kisses back down to his neck is cut short when his hand cups your cheek and his head turns. his lips are upon yours in an instant. he has never kissed you like this before - like he needs you to survive. where did he get the courage? not a damn clue, but it is the most arousing thing he’s ever done. you reward him with a groan, sweet like honey against his lips.

his other hand leaves your waist to tenderly graze the side of your neck. thumb ghosting over your cheek, tongue tracing across your lips. he touches you like you’re poisonous, but he kisses you like you’re the antidote. you take it as a compliment that he feels safe enough with you to even try taking charge. for a moment, you revel in the kiss, letting the movement of your hips stall. Levi doesn’t last long without the friction. he whimpers as he pulls away, his bottom lip gently held between your teeth. you let it go and rest your forehead against his as he catches his breath.

he tries to say something, but the sentence won’t form. he swallows and tries again, the blush on his cheeks somehow even redder. “wh-why’d you stop?”

you hook your fingers inside his collar and run your knuckles over his clavicle. “I thought, maybe… this could come off first.” you tug the fabric away from his neck. your tone was meant to be gentle, but it comes out more like a purr. half-lidded amber eyes widen as the suggestion - the realisation sinks in. he stares at you, completely speechless, jaw dropped against his chest. you simply raise your eyebrows.

“y-you want… you ac-actually want to see me… that way?” as Levi trips over his own tongue, you brush his hair off his forehead. he gulps. his blush rages so much you’re almost surprised your fingertips don’t blister.

“I do, yes.” you tilt your head. “very much so. would it help if I went first?”

slowly, his jaw shuts. the indigo of his irises glistens as his eyes dart between yours. you can practically hear him urging himself to be brave. to say yes, it would help, he would love nothing more than to see you that way too. his thumb runs over your cheek as he gathers the courage to respond. when his lips finally part and his chest rises with an inhale, you swat his hands from your face and fling your shirt over your head and onto the floor in one swift movement.

that’s it. that was the final blow to his composure. he has no confidence left to stand on. you have destroyed it. he squeals, throwing his head to the side and burying his face in the pillows. protests spill from his lips. you can’t just do that with no warning! he didn’t have enough time to prepare! you gotta give him at LEAST 30 days! that’s not fair! you’re so mean and cruel and beautiful and perfect and he’s such a stupid piece of otaku garbage!

you can’t help the chuckle that rumbles low in your throat as you lean forward. his eyes squeeze shut upon your approach, and he squeals again when you smother his exposed cheek in kisses. his hands fly down to obscure his tomato-hued face from the world. his torso shakes below you with every rapid breath.

“Levi~” you coo, wrapping your fingers around his wrist. “let me see you, sweetheart. it’s okay.” he makes a noise of distress from behind his palms.

“d-d-don’t baby me!” he whines. “th-this is s-super high level stuff! I DON’T KNOW THE SHORTCUTS!”

you laugh again, loudly this time, and press a kiss to the back of his hand. all his Levi-isms hadn’t taken long to memorise, and you know what he really means is he’s afraid of disrespecting you. he’s afraid of doing something wrong and making you feel like you’re an object for his pleasure rather than most important friend he’s ever had. the thought haunts him. he’d rather remain a virgin than ever put your trust in him at risk. in any other circumstance, your heart would flutter. right now, it just makes your body ache for his.

“I can teach you one.” your tone is velvet. you tug gently at his wrist. “but you have to look at me.”

his fingers crack open, exposing a single, sunset-hued eye. you offer him a grin and tug again. he tenses for a second, but then he obeys; you lift his hand from his face and place it against yours.

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