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slutforfinnickodair · 3 months ago

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HOUSE RULES

𓂃⋆.˚ i'm not broken, i'm just shallow.

𝒢reg house ੭୧ f! reader ┇ head (f!receiving) ⋆ age-gap ⋆ secret relationship

It was a boring Friday evening with both of your parents sitting with you by your dining table. Your mom, Dr. Samantha Wilson made your favourite dish, yet the only thing you could think about right now was what was waiting for you later on.

If you managed to lie your way through out of the house, of course.

“So how was your day?” Your dad, Dr. James Wilson, oncologist at Princeton-Plainsboro asked with curiosity laced in his tone.

You swallowed your food before opening your mouth to speak, debating on your answer.

“Great, except for the fact that I got traumatised by Dr. White. He made me write a whole essay on how estrogen would work in a male body. And I have to present it, in front of the whole hospital next week.”

“That’s amazing.” Your mom spoke while you gave her a look.

“No, Mom, it’s not. Didn’t you hear the part where I said I have to present it to the whole hospital? And I only have a week.”

“Well, better get to it then. As I heard Dr. White is very cold-hearted. He won't expect any less than perfect from you.”

“Thanks.” You murmured. “I’m not even qualified to become a diagnostician any time soon. I don’t get why I have to study biochemistry when I signed up for a course in psychology.”

“Well why wouldn't you want to be a diagnostician?” Samantha asked.

Wilson pressed his lips together to keep him from smiling, but the subtle twitch of his cheeks and the way his eyes glinted, you could see that your dad had a really hard time keeping his laughter in.

“You want me to work at Plainsboro, right?” You asked.

“Well obviously. Why would you work in a different hospital when your Dad already works in one?” She raised a brow while you dropped your shoulders.

“Well, I don’t think they would need another diagnostician anytime soon. Unless House decides he’d want to die of Hydrocodone-Paracetamol overdose, I’m sure Plainsboro won't need another doctor playing “Who’s the killer?”

Sam smiled before taking another bite out of her food.

“Um…I was thinking since it’s Friday and I practically got an excellent on all of my assignments…maybe I could spend the weekend at Cathy’s place?”

“Catherine just moved out from her parents place, no?” Sam asked while you nodded.

“I thought I could go over, and spend a girly night with her, you know. She needs me. Just as much as I needed her when I was going through recovery.”

“Oh let her go, they don’t even meet anymore that often.” Wilson leaned back in his chair while your mother was still sitting in front of you with raised brows, chewing softly on her food.

Shit.

Did she find Greg’s shirt in my laundry?

“Okay.” Samantha spoke, chugging down her water. “But your father will drive you.” She continued. “Public transportation has been nasty these days. And I don’t want you to get lost in New Jersey. Potential place for serial killers.”

Yeah that’s exactly why she decided to settle down and marry a man from here.

“Actually I can't.” Your dad responded. “Car’s been breaking down since I drove home from the hospital. I’m sorry, Sweetheart. You either go by bus or metro.”

A big rock fell down from your heart. You couldn't even put it into words how grateful you were that the damned Volvo finally broke down. You always had to go from Cathy’s place and take the metro to Baker Street.

“It’s alright, Dad. Don’t worry. Thanks though. Dinner was nice, Mom. I’m going to pack my stuff.”

The walk from the station to Greg’s place wasn’t that far away. The weather was humid, but still warm due to it being only early October.

The fact was that since you got treated for your kidney stones and have been under the care of your dad’s so-called best friend, things have maybe changed a little bit.

Okay.

They changed a whole lot.

In the past few weeks, you tried to seem normal about the fact that every weekend since the first day of your first semester you’ve been spending your time at House’s place.

Anyway, your relationship wasn't much of a Girlfriend and Boyfriend type of bonding. Some would assume that maybe what you two were doing was just the result of some kind of sexual tension that lived in the both of you.

But the thing is with the Forbidden Fruit that the more it’s forbidden, the more you want it.

And that was exactly your case with Greg House.

Except for the fact that it wasn't all that sweet and dovey and lovely as others around your age expected a relationship would feel like.

Sure there were moments where both of you felt vulnerable around each other. You more because well let’s be honest, Greg’s not a man of feelings.

You turned a corner up to Baker Street, looking out for the number 221 as you walked straight by the apartments. Your sneakers creaked slightly on the leaves that fell down on the pavement.

Even though you knew exactly which apartment was he living in and how far was it from the beginning of the street you tried to brace yourself. Your breath hitched whenever you thought about what happened the last time you were at his apartment.

That poor piano…

The door clicked softly behind you as you stepped into the familiar apartment at 221 Baker Street, Apartment B.

It was dim inside, the only real light coming from the flickering TV screen playing some late-night crime documentary, the volume turned down low — almost just a whisper in the background. The place smelled faintly of old books, leather, and a hint of something sharper — antiseptic, maybe. Or him.

Gregory House was exactly where you expected him to be: sprawled out carelessly on the battered brown leather couch, one long leg thrown over the armrest, a thick medical file balanced precariously on his stomach. His reading glasses sat low on the bridge of his nose, half-sliding down, but he didn’t bother to fix them. His cane was tossed carelessly on the coffee table, along with a half-eaten container of Chinese food and an open bottle of Vicodin — standard décor for him.

He didn’t look up when you entered. Just turned a page with a lazy flick of his fingers, his voice dry and sharp as ever.

“About time. I was starting to think you got kidnapped by one of those serial killers your mom’s so worried about.”

He finally glanced up at you over the rim of his glasses, the smallest smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. “Which would’ve been a shame. Finding another emotionally unstable young woman to warm my bed sounds like a lot of paperwork.”

You rolled your eyes and tossed your bag onto the armchair by the door.

“I had to dodge my mom’s twenty questions. Thought she found your shirt in my laundry.”

House barked out a short, sarcastic laugh, returning his attention to the file.

“Well, if she’s smart enough to connect the dots, maybe she deserves the horror of knowing who’s been defiling her little girl.”

You kicked off your sneakers and padded over the worn wooden floors toward him, your fingers brushing your pocket — the small silver key he’d given you a few days ago burning against your fingertips. Your own key. To his place.

He didn’t say anything about it. Didn’t have to. It meant something, even if he’d pretend otherwise.

You stood in front of him for a moment, arms crossed, watching the way his fingers absentmindedly drummed against the folder. The way his body moved, even in stillness — relaxed, confident, like he had the entire world already figured out and it bored him.

The silence stretched between you, taut and electric, until finally you shifted onto the couch beside him.

“You gonna keep pretending I’m not here?” you murmured.

He didn’t miss a beat.

“Depends. Are you going to do something interesting, or just sit there looking needy?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, but a smile tugged at your lips. He wanted you to make the first move — smug bastard.

You leaned closer, slow, deliberate, until your knees brushed his thigh. He tilted his head slightly to glance at you, his expression unreadable, except for that slight, infuriating smirk.

Without giving him a warning, you climbed into his lap, straddling him, feeling the roughness of his jeans against your bare thighs where your skirt rode up.

He grunted — not from surprise, but more like mild amusement — letting the file drop carelessly to the floor with a soft thud. His hands immediately settled on your hips like it was second nature, fingers flexing slightly.

“God, you’re needy,” he muttered under his breath, voice rough, low.

You kissed him before he could throw another jab at you — pressed your mouth against his hard, demanding. He kissed you back instantly, no hesitation, no tenderness. House didn’t do soft. He kissed like he argued: messy, fierce, and like he needed to win.

You felt him shift under you, like he was about to stand up with you in his arms.

You pulled back just enough to whisper against his mouth, breathless,

“Don’t. You’re not—”

“I’m not what?” he interrupted, raising an eyebrow, voice thick with mockery. “Strong enough? Gonna break my leg in half?”

You opened your mouth to argue, but before you could, he rolled his eyes exaggeratedly — and then stood up anyway, effortlessly lifting you into his arms.

You gasped, clutching his shoulders.

“You’re a stubborn ass!” you hissed.

“You’re welcome,” he shot back smugly, carrying you through the short hallway to his bedroom like it was no big deal, no strain in his gait, only the faintest limp — still cocky as ever.

You didn’t even realize you were holding your breath until he tossed you gently onto the bed, the mattress bouncing slightly under you.

He followed immediately, kneeling above you. His eyes pinned you to the bed, sharp, gleaming, and darker now, like a predator ready to devour.

“Clothes. Off. Now.” His voice was rough, commanding, but still dripping with sarcasm. “Or do you need a PowerPoint presentation on how sex works?”

You glared at him, cheeks burning, but the way he was looking at you — with that pure, hungry intensity — made your fingers fumble at your blouse anyway.

He helped, of course. With House, “helping” meant him undoing your buttons at an agonizingly slow pace, his knuckles brushing your skin with every movement, smirking when you shivered under his touch.

The blouse slipped off your shoulders, and he made a low sound in his throat when he saw the white lace of your bra.

“Well, that’s unfair. Bringing weapons to a knife fight,” he muttered, hands reaching behind you with shocking dexterity to snap your bra open in one move.

House stared for a beat longer than he probably meant to, then leaned down, his mouth closing hotly over your breast, worshiping you in a way his words never would.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, moaning softly as he trailed kisses lower, down your stomach, teasing the waistband of your skirt.

In no time, he was pulling down your tights and skirt in one smooth, careless tug, tossing them somewhere onto the floor.

His fingers slid under your thighs, prying them apart, his breath warm against your inner thighs as he kissed along the soft skin, slow and deliberate. You felt his stubble scraping lightly, sensitizing every nerve ending.

Then you felt his fingers stroke the fabric of your panties — slow at first, just barely there, featherlight — before he tugged it aside roughly. The cool air hit you for a second before the warmth of his mouth replaced it.

He spat lightly against you, the wet heat of it making you whimper, your hips jerking upward without thinking.

“Relax, drama queen,” he murmured against you, before licking a slow, firm stripe up your center, making you cry out his name, high and needy.

He sucked your clit into his mouth, humming low in satisfaction at the way you squirmed under him.

His fingers slipped inside you, slow, deep, while he talked you through it, voice low and rough against your skin.

“That’s it. Good girl. Just like that. God, you’re so easy — fall apart the second I touch you…”

Your thighs were trembling, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter, until your orgasm hit you like a freight train, knocking the air from your lungs, leaving you gasping, crying out his name.

He didn’t stop right away — kept working you through it, letting you ride the waves until you collapsed back against the mattress, boneless.

He finally pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking wickedly as he crawled up over you again.

He leaned in close, so close you could feel his breath against your ear as he whispered, voice full of that cocky arrogance that somehow made your heart race faster:

“That was just the warm-up. Hope you’re not planning on walking tomorrow.”

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last-words-ofashootingstar · 2 months ago

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can i request 201, 221, and 223 with dom wooyoung from your prompts list please? maybe hubby wooyoung with baby fever as an idea but it can be anything that comes to your mind! i’m just a sucker for soft dom wooyoung😣💗

➯a/n: oh my gaaaahd 🤭 i love this, I LOVE THIS THANK YOU ANON

Baby Fever

❥Jung Wooyoung x fem reader

201 + 221 + 223: praise + creampie/breeding + body worship

✈︎queued for: sun. 18th

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: not proof read, soft and intimate turned a bit rough, wedding night, pet names, lots of talk about having children, super soft dom wooyo, forehead touches (i can't help it-), wooyo borderline obsessed with having kids

♡masterlist !♡

18+. MINORS, GO AWAY.

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Wooyoung, your boyfriend, told you up front when you started dating that children were non-negotiable for him. If you didn't want kids, you wouldn't work out; because he's always wanted to be a father. And since you've always wanted to be a mother, that wasn't a problem for you.

And the more he got to know you, the more he knew. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. He knew he wanted you to be the mother of his children.

He always talked about getting you pregnant, knocking you up, filling you with his babies — you get the idea. Even though you were on birth control until the moment was right, he always said how beautiful you're going to be when you were carrying and how much of a wonderful mother you will be.

And Wooyoung, now your husband, is fucking over the goddamn moon at the fact you got off your birth control a week before your wedding. You've been together for a long, long time. You've moved in together and gotten married and built a life and one thing is missing —

"How many again, Babe?" Wooyoung asks with a giddy smile as he kisses across your neck, down to your shoulder.

It's your wedding night, and he's practically buzzing with happiness.

"You know how many kids I want~" You laugh softly at his eagerness, pushing back his hair to get a good look at him.

"Tell me again anyway," he smiles as looks up at you.

"Let's have... three?"

His eyes light up. "Three?" Usually, the answer is two. You'll love them no matter the gender, but you always fantasized about a little boy and a little girl. "Really, three?"

"Yeah, what if the two get on each other's nerves?" You giggle as he wraps his arms around you tightly, burying his face in your chest, "plus, more of me and you would make the world a beautiful place."

He almost forgets that he's already balls deep inside of you until he throbs, your words shooting straight through his heart and then downward.

"I love you," he says it like it's the first time he's ever done so. Like it's an admission and not a reminder of what he's told you a million times, what he's shown you over your years together. "I can't believe I'm so lucky," he hums as he resumes kissing every inch of skin on your shoulder, rolling his hips slowly.

You close your eyes blissfully, wrapping your legs around him to hold him impossibly closer.

"My gorgeous wife," he moans into your chest, leaving kiss after kiss after kiss as he slowly thrusts into you. His hands rub up and down your sides, caressing you like you're the most precious thing in the world.

Because to him — you are.

"All mine," he grins, lacing his fingers with yours and watching your ring catch the light.

"And you're all mine," you say with a moan, free hand draping over his neck as he leans back up and rests his forehead against yours.

Not a hint of anything other than pure adoration as he traces your features. "You're so pretty," he blushes ever so slightly as he starts thrusting faster, breathing in your gasps as your jaw drops. "You'll be the prettiest mama ever."

"Fuck- Young-" You stutter as he sets a fast pace, grazing against your g-spot every time he bottoms out. He pecks your lips softly, going on to kiss all over your face shockingly gentle for the way he pounds into you. You squeeze his hand tightly, eyes brimming with tears from the intensity.

He hasn't cum for a week, which is unheard of for the man. He's usually on you every chance he gets; but ever since you got off your birth control he's been 'saving' it all up. You tried to tell him that's not how it works, but he just pouted and insisted that he'd be able to fill you up at least four times on your wedding night.

"Don't cry," he hums before placing another kiss to your lips. "You're taking me so well, Babe~ I tried to be gentle, I'm sorry but- ah, fuck~" He wraps one of his arms under your knee, holding it up and driving himself deeper. "It's been so long! I just need to fill you up, I need to, I need to," every soft plead comes with a kiss and a rough thrust.

"It's okay, l-love," you say between his kisses, arching off the bed when he hits a particularly tender place inside of you. "Give me your babies any way you want to~"

His breath catches in his throat as he realizes that he can actually do that. He can actually get you pregnant, "oh, fuck... I'm gonna- fuck!" His eyebrows press together, suddenly slammed with his orgasm. He plunges deep, trembling as he spills his seed inside of you. The first time he ever had the chance to do so and have it be effective.

The fact of that alone is making him hard all over again. Images of you all round and glowing with his child flashing in his ecstasy filled brain.

He's already grinding into you again before his first orgasm is even over.

Wooyoung has the worst case of baby fever ever, and you're the only one he wants the cure from.

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#stars ask and receive #request #ateez #ateez smut #smut fic #ateez x reader #jung wooyoung #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung smut

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uramakimochi · 1 year ago

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LOSING DOGS

Wolfstar x daughter!Reader

WARNINGS: fluff + angst, hurt/comfort fic, FEM!R + a little use of Y/n, a lot of petnames, blood, sad Remus:(, James and Regulus being the best uncles. The title sucks lol i'm sorry but it's to make it clear that i wrote this story inspired by Mitski's song (see this post) and that tiktok of Joel Miller that says "I know baby, i know i know i know!". I hope to make you sob eheh.

English is not my first language so feel free to correct me.

"The coolest uncle of all has arrived!"

Your eyes and mouth widened when you heard the familiar voice coming from the living room and you quickly got off Remus' lap, who was sitting at the kitchen table, to run in his direction.

"Uncle James!"

James opened his arms wide letting you sling against his muscular body and held you in a strong hug, lifting you and spinning around.

"How's my favorite girl?" he asked, rubbing his nose against your cheek and you smiled toothily.

"I'm fine, uncle James. How about you?"

James put a hand on his chest.

"Oh my god you are such a polite little girl, you make my heart melt, darling" he said with a dramatic expression, making you giggle. "Anyway i'm fine, actually even better now that i'm here"

He set you back down and then you hugged Lily's legs, not wanting to make her feel left out.

"Hi aunt Lily"

"Hi sweetie"

She stroked your hair softly, leaning down to place a small kiss on your head. Then another voice called out your name and when you turned, Harry hugged you tightly like his father had and you hugged him back enthusiastically. It had been a while since you'd seen the Potters and you couldn't wait to play with your best friend Harry.

Meanwhile, Remus and Sirius also joined you and the four adults greeted each other lovingly.

"You've finally arrived, my daughter has been begging to see Harry for a week" Sirius said crossing his arms and nodding his head at you, making you smile sheepishly.

"Aw sorry darling, we wanted to come and see you earlier, but this period has been a bit tiring for us. Harry missed you too" Lily said giving you an apologetic smile and Harry shyly rubbed his nose looking down with red cheeks.

Remus placed a hand on your shoulder and lowered his head to look at you.

"Darling, wasn't there something you wanted to show Harry?"

Your eyes widened, nodding frantically and Sirius chuckled at your enthusiasm.

"Oh yeah! Daddy got me a present!" you exclaimed, bouncing on the spot, looking at Harry and his parents with bright eyes. "Do you want to see??"

"Yes yes, let me see!" Harry replied, already too intrigued.

You ran out of the living room to your room and Remus watched you worriedly.

"Darling, don't run on the stairs!" he exclaimed.

"Sorry dad!"

A few seconds later, you returned to the group and both Harry and James' eyes widened when they saw what you were holding in your hands (and which you were trying to hide behind your back, but it was impossible).

"A broom!" Harry said, running towards you.

You nodded, showing it to him proudly. "Yeah! I finally have a broom of my own! So i can play Quidditch with you and our parents! And when we go to Howgwarts you and i will play together!"

James came towards you too, kneeling next to your body and admiring the shiny wood of your broom.

"That's amazing sweetheart!" he said, placing a hand on your head. "And tell me, which position would you rather play?"

"Mhh…" you placed a finger on your chin thoughtfully. "I would like to be a chaser like you uncle James"

"Hey! I thought you wanted to be a beater like me, baby" Sirius retorted.

But you shook your head. "But i don't want to be a beater, daddy. I want to throw the quaffle into the rings and score a lot of points!"

"And i want to be a seeker!" Harry continued, raising a hand. "So Y/n and i will be unbeatable on the same team!”

Lily and Remus laughed when they saw Sirius' fake distraught expression, who after lowering his head had muttered "My little girl betrayed me. It's not fair"

Next, James's voice rang through the living room. "Yeah! These are my babies!"

You and Harry let out squeals as the bespectacled man lifted each of you in his arms, spinning around on the carpet and you laughed, holding onto his shoulders to keep from falling backwards.

"Now who wants to play some Quidditch??" James then asked.

"Us! Us!"

You had already flown on the broom with your father, but now that you had your own broom you had no intention of getting off it at all. So, while Remus and Lily remained on the ground, you, Harry, James and Sirius had played on your brooms for a couple of hours.

"Okay kids, that's enough for today!" James said and both you and Harry pouted.

The sun was starting to set and you and the others went back on the ground.

"Aren't you guys hungry? I'm starving!" James asked, rubbing a hand over his abdomen.

Sirius untied the hair he had tied before playing and wasted no time in extracting his trusty pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket.

"But Uncle James, it's not dinner time yet" you said, looking up at him. "This is the time when dad makes dinner"

James groaned and Sirius smiled with his lips around his cigarette as he lit it.

Harry turned to look at you.

"Y/n what do we do now?"

You thought about it for a few seconds until an idea came to you.

"Oh! Do you want to play hide and seek?"

Harry nodded with a wide smile and you both wasted no time in giving your brooms to your fathers.

"You start counting first!" You said to Harry touching his shoulder with your hand.

And as soon as Harry ran to the wall of the house and leaned against it to count, you ran and hid.

"Don't stray too far you two!" Sirius exclaimed.

Since you didn't live in a village like the Potters, but in a small country cottage with a large garden, Weasley style, Sirius and Remus had to make sure that when you went to play outside you didn't wander off without their supervision, disappearing into the fields or among the trees. (It had happened once before and Sirius almost started crying, but luckily you were fine. You were just looking at the bugs.)

When Sirius saw you give him a thumbs up, as if to say "No problem!", he was convinced that you and Harry could stay outside and play a little longer until dinner was ready. So he and James returned to the house, joining their partners who were chatting in the kitchen, Lily sitting at the table and Remus cooking.

When he saw them arrive, Remus glanced uncertainly at his husband, who took a drag on his cigarette before speaking, being careful not to blow the smoke towards the food.

"Don't worry, Moony" said Sirius, while James was busy putting the brooms away. "They're just playing hide and seek"

"If one of them disappears again, don't start crying like last time" the other muttered, looking back at the kitchen stove.

Lily and James looked at them confused.

"Disappear again?" "Sirius, you cried?"

Sirius groaned, running a hand over his face and Remus smirked. The two didn't know about that embarrassing story.

"Come on, tell them" Remus urged, placing a hand on his hip. "Tell them how you lost our daughter in the woods and cried rather than look for her"

The Potter couple's eyes widened.

"Hey, i cried AFTER we found her! Oh..."

Sirius lowered his head when he realized that what he said hadn't improved his situation at all. Lily hid a smile behind her hand and James tried to hold back a laugh, but failed.

It had been such a peaceful day. And it all seemed too good to be true.

Indeed, while all the adults were in the house chatting lively, just like when they were together with their other friends in their common room at Hogwarts, it wasn't long before the quiet was suddenly interrupted.

A high-pitched, icy scream pierced the air, like lightning in a storm. And right after it, another voice.

"DAD!"

That was Harry's voice. The four wasted no time and ran out of the house, clutching their wands in their hands.

"Harry!" Lily called, more scared than ever.

Harry answered calling out his parents' name in a desperate way, his voice coming from the among the trees near the house. When the four arrived on the scene out of breath, they expected to see anything. But what they were witnessing… It was even worse than one of those muggle horror movies.

Lily covered her mouth with her hand, letting out a gasp of fright, while James couldn't hold back the "Oh fuck!" that came from his lips. Sirius and Remus stopped in their tracks for a second as their eyes fell on your figure, lying on the ground, in a pool of blood crying and shaking desperately.

Harry stood up when he saw his parents and lunged for Lily's body at the same time Remus and Sirius knelt next to yours.

"Shit shit shit! What happened?! What the fuck happened?!" Sirius cursed and even though Remus would usually scold him for his foul language, this time the taller man couldn't help but focus on you rather than his husband's curses.

You continued to cry, both in pain and fear, while your parents looked at you in panic.

"It h-hurts, daddy! It hurts so much!" you sobbed, your face stained with tears and blood. "P-Please make it stop! Please daddy! D-Dad!"

Both Remus and Sirius felt their hearts breaking at the way you were pleading them and the former reached a trembling hand towards your head, brushing your sweat-drenched hair from your forehead.

"It's okay darling shh, dad's here. It's okay, w-we're here"

What a big lie, none of this was fucking okay.

Remus looked frantically at the wound on your side, which was gushing blood endlessly and he almost felt like throwing up. Sirius held his hands up above you, not knowing what to do or what to touch.

"There was a man! He appeared out of nowhere!" Harry exclaimed in terror, clutching Lily's clothes in his fists. "He attacked us and bit her! And then he ran away!"

Remus's eyes widened, but everyone understood who it was.

"Greyback..." James murmured in shock.

Sirius jumped up to his feet.

"Harry tell me where did he go!" he growled furiously.

That was not possible. That monster had already hurt Remus (even though he didn't even know him yet when it happened), but this time he had attacked his precious daughter too. Oh, there was no way he was going to let that bastard get away!

As Harry raised a shaking hand to point in the direction of the woods, Sirius wasted no time in transforming into Padfoot and ran off, disappearing into the trees and ignoring Remus' calls.

"I'm going with him" James said hastily, looking at Lily. "You and Remus take care of her" And then he ran away too.

Lily knelt next to Remus, while Harry stood on the sidelines, praying with all his heart that you would be okay.

"We need to get her to the hospital" Lily said, trying to stay calm, even as the anxiety was eating away at her insides.

Remus heard her voice enter his ear, but all his eyes were focusing on was your body shaking in pain and the tears that kept coming out of your eyes like rivers.

"Dad! It hurts!" you screamed. "Please h-help me!"

Remus felt his eyes fill with tears. He was the only one who knew exactly what you were feeling at that moment. He was the only one who could imagine all that pain and fear that were locked up in your little bleeding body.

And even if at that moment he just wanted to walk away and let out a loud scream, he knew that you needed him. And he would've never left you alone, for any reason in the world.

"I know baby, i know. It's okay, shh. Listen to me now" he murmured, leaning towards your face and wiping the blood from your cheeks. "I can't help you, but w-we can take you to someone who can make you feel better, hm? Everything will be fine"

You sobbed, shaking your head.

"I d-don't want to die! I'm scared! W-Where is daddy?"

Remus gripped your hand tightly, bringing it to his lips.

"Hey hey no no no, you're not going to die, okay? Trust me darling, you won't die. You're safe now, i'm here. Don't be scared" he murmured against your skin. "Daddy and uncle James left to look for the man who attacked you, but they'll be back soon. But you have to go to the hospital now my love, we can't help you here"

You continued to cry. You just wanted to go home with your parents and stay in their bed and cuddle. But that horrible burning sensation that the wound was causing you was practically screaming at you that unfortunately this would never happen.

"Are you ready?" Lily asked you, giving you an encouraging smile.

You frantically looked back and forth between her and your father and then nodded weakly. Remus placed his hands under your body and murmured a countdown, then he lifted you off the ground. As your body was moved, you whimpered in pain, clutching Remus' sweater in your hands.

"I know, darling. I'm so sorry, i-i know, i know, i know" Remus murmured, closing his eyes tightly and kissing your forehead, a couple of tears falling from his eyes. "I'm sorry, i'm sorry. I know"

Regulus arrived at St. Mungo's out of breath and what greeted him was something he never expected to see.

Outside the hospital room, Lily and Harry sat next to each other, with him hugging her tightly and her stroking his hair, trying to comfort him. James remained standing, pacing in front of them, anxious.

But Regulus' heart broke when he saw Remus and Sirius sitting on another bench, further away from the doors of the room, as if they wanted to be alone for a few minutes. Remus was bent forward, his hands covering his face and his shoulders shaking with sobs. Sirius was crouched in front of him, stroking him and trying to comfort his husband in every way he could, but to no avail. There was no one else in the waiting hallway and so Regulus could clearly hear the strangled voice of Remus, who had been crying since the first moment he entered the hospital.

"My baby..." he murmured between sobs, his voice muffled by his scarred palms. "M-My baby..."

"Shh, it's okay Moons, it's okay" Sirius whispered, trying to gently remove his hands from his face and tilting his face to try to meet his eyes. "She'll be fine, okay? Don't worry"

Regulus looked from the two to James, who had noticed his presence and quickly joined him.

"I came as soon as i could" said the younger Black in a low voice. "Are you okay?"

"I am. Harry is a little shaken by what happened, but we're fine" James replied, and then let out a small sigh. "Sirius and Remus though..."

"I know. It must be hard for them, especially for Remus" Regulus clenched his fist. "It's not fair what happened to her. She's just a child, for god's sake!"

James nodded bitterly. "Sirius and i went looking for him, but we couldn't find him"

Regulus ran a hand over his face and a few seconds later the door to your room opened, from which a nurse came out. Everyone jumped to their feet except Remus, who remained slumped on the bench, looking at her with heartbroken eyes.

"How is she??" Regulus asked frantically.

Someone put a hand on his shoulder and when he turned he met Sirius' eyes. The woman gave everyone a bitter smile.

"The girl is fine. A werewolf bite can cause death if not treated properly, but we managed to treat her wound without any problems. But..."

Sirius closed his eyes and a couple of tears escaped from them. He and the others already knew what she was about to say, but he would have done anything not to hear it.

"Unfortunately she has been infected with lycanthropy. There is nothing we can do to make her fully human again, it's impossible. I'm sorry"

Remus bit his trembling lip and sniffed, his face twisting into a grimace, and then he sobbed again. He should have been happy that his daughter wasn't dead and yet... Now your life had been turned upside down from top to bottom so suddenly. That monster had robbed you of your freedom.

"Is she awake? Can we see her?" Lily asked, squeezing Harry's hand.

The nurse gave her a small smile. "Yes, she woke up a little while ago. But at the moment it is better that visits are reserved only for close relatives. It was a traumatic event for her"

James and Lily nodded in understanding.

Regulus turned to Sirius, who gave him a teary smile.

"You go if you want," he murmured, squeezing his shoulder. "I'll wait for Remus to calm down"

Regulus nodded and the nurse led him inside the room to your bed, then walked away and gave him some privacy.

"Uncle Reggie..."

Regulus flashed you a smile, sitting down in the chair next to your bed.

"Hey chérie. How are you?" he asked softly, not wanting to disturb the calm atmosphere in the room.

You gave him a pained smile. "It hurts a little here…” you murmured, touching your side with a finger. "But i'm okay"

"I'm glad to hear it" Regulus smiled back and reached out to squeeze your hand, stroking it gently with his thumb.

"Where are dad and daddy? And Uncle James and Aunt Lily? And Harry?"

"They're all outside waiting for you. Your daddy is with your dad because he's sad and worried about you, but soon you'll see them too"

"Mh..."

Regulus noticed your smile slowly fall from your face. "Is something wrong, sweetheart?"

You nodded, looking down at the sheets covering your body.

"I was so scared uncle Reggie. I was scared i would never see my parents, all my uncles and Harry again"

Regulus leaned forward to gently stroke your hair. "There's nothing to be afraid of anymore, my dear. You're okay now. And as long as your parents and i are with you, we will never let you die, okay?"

You nodded uncertainly and Regulus realized that there was something else in your little head that was bothering you.

"Chérie" he called softly, tilting his head to meet your eyes. "What's the matter? You know you can tell me everything, hm?"

Regulus didn't expect to see tears begin to stream down your face and the sound of your sniffles fill the room with an echo.

"Hey..." he cooed. "Darling, why are you crying?"

"It's just that… T-That…" you sobbed, bringing your hands to your face to try to wipe the tears away. "Now my dads are going to hate me!"

Regulus felt his heart break again at your words and quickly reached a hand towards your face to replace yours, doing more gently than you were treating yourself.

"Darling, no..." he murmured. "Why are you saying this?"

"B-Because, because i know that now i am a werewolf like dad. He told me his story. But dad d-doesn't like being a werewolf and so he won't like me, because i've become an evil monster. Dad and daddy won't love me anymore!"

Regulus felt his eyes become watery, but he managed to keep himself from crying for your sake.

"Chérie" he murmured, sitting next to you on the bed. "What happened was not your fault. And I'm so sorry that you suffered so much. But i can assure you that none of us will hate you. You are still our little girl and we all love you for who you are. Nothing will change the love that binds our family, okay?"

You sniffled, finally lifting your head to look him in the eyes.

"D-Do you really mean that, uncle Reggie?"

Regulus smiled at you, stroking your temple.

"I mean it. Your parents love you more than anything in the world, darling. And they will never, ever hate you"

The doors to the room opened again and both you and Regulus turned, seeing Sirius and Remus enter. Regulus squeezed your hand and then got up from the bed, giving you one last smile before walking away a little, leaving room for your parents.

Sirius was the first to quickly approach, opening his arms wide.

"Oh darling..." he murmured and then he pulled you into a tight hug, pressing a hand to your head and kissing your hair. "Oh my god, i'm so happy you're okay, you have no idea. We were so so worried"

You hugged him back, rubbing your nose against his jacket and sobbing again, happy to see your parents again.

"Daddy... I was so scared"

Sirius tightened his arms around you, still being careful not to hurt you too much, especially from the wound.

"It's okay sweetheart, we're here now. We were scared too, you know?" he said with a slight trembling smile.

From above your head, Sirius shot a grateful look at Regulus, who smiled at him and nodded. You pulled away from Sirius' body just enough to look at Remus, who remained standing a few feet away from the bed.

"Dad…" you murmured and he lifted his head to look at you. "C-Can i give you a hug?"

Remus parted his lips and felt his eyes fill with tears again. He thought he'd used up all the tears while waiting with Sirius outside, but apparently he was wrong.

"Honey..." he said, sounding almost scared. He took a step forward and then another and another. "O-Of course. Godric, you can give me all the hugs you want. Oh my god..."

Sirius moved to make way for Remus, who wasted no time in sitting on the bed and holding you in his arms, starting to cry again. All three of you had tears on your cheeks and it seemed almost pathetic, but behind you Regulus looked at you with tenderness.

"I'm so sorry my love" Remus said, crying into your ear. "You suffered so much and we couldn't protect you"

Sirius sniffed, stroking Remus' shoulder softly. You remained cuddled for a few more long seconds until you then lifted your head to look into his eyes.

"A-Are you mad at me?" you asked fearfully.

Remus placed both hands on your cheek and Sirius looked at you confused.

"Why would we be mad at you, baby? After everything that's happened, do you really think we would have the courage to be mad at you?" the latter asked.

"Why are you asking us this?" Remus continued.

You looked down.

"B-Because now i'm a werewolf too... And i'm afraid that you won't love me anymore"

"Darling..." cooed Sirius.

"Listen to me carefully" Remus ordered softly, lifting your face again to look you in the eyes. "Baby, you are and will always be our daughter. And we will never, and i mean never, stop loving you"

"Yeah. It doesn't matter if you're human, werewolf or even a blowfish" Sirius continued, making you smile. "We will always be a family and we will never leave you. It's a promise"

You alternated your gaze from one father to the other and seeing them smile sweetly at you, despite the last tears they were shedding, you understood that there was nothing to fear. As Regulus had said.

"Promise?" you murmured, holding up your pinky finger.

Remus wasted no time in intertwining his long pinky with yours, then bringing your hands to his lips and kissing his thumb. "We solemnly promise"

Sirius took your hand and did the exact same thing, even adding a kiss to your forehead. And finally you smiled too, feeling your heart become lighter.

"Sweetheart" Remus called you then, looking at you a little more seriously. He took both of your hands in his, squeezing them tightly and stroking your knuckles. "I really wish this wasn't real, but unfortunately now your life will change. And it will be difficult at first because it was like that for me too. You will probably be scared at first and that is absolutely normal, darling. But i want you to know that you are not alone and you will never be alone. Me, daddy, James, Regulus and everyone else, will help you deal with this change. I will be with you every step of the way, okay?"

Sirius nodded and you tightened your hands nervously. Obviously you were afraid, but hearing your father's words you knew you could trust him. They would never have let you go through this alone.

"O-Okay" you nodded. "As long as you and daddy are here then i'll be okay"

"Of course sweetheart" Remus said with a sweet smile.

"That's my girl" Sirius smiled, ruffling your hair with one hand.

Then Sirius closed his arms around you and Remus in a tight hug, knowing that you both needed comfort more than ever. You both leaned into his body as he left a few kisses on your head and Remus' cheek.

It was a very tough situation, but together you would overcome everything. Together. That was your family motto.

Regulus decided it was best to leave you alone a little longer and walked towards the door of the room. Just before he could leave, Sirius's voice rang out in the silence.

"Hey" he murmured, brushing his ringed fingers along your back. "Now i can brag about having two wolves who will protect me when i need them. That's so cool, don't you think?"

And both you and Remus giggled.

Regulus smiled amusedly and then left, closing the door behind him.

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Declan O'Hara imagine - I'm not doing this.

A/N: I thought about this one shot weeks ago... finally writing it. Probably been done already by someone else but who isn't obsessed with rivals atm. I also haven't written in years.

Summary: Declan is fighting against himself and everything he believes in when you come into the picture.

Warnings: Age Gap, fem!reader, NSFW content 18+, strong language, bit of a slow burn.

"Taggie, honestly, I don't know why you'd ever willingly add Brussel sprouts to anything." You chuckled as you both crept through the door to the kitchen.

"They're good for you!" Taggie tried to defend her culinary choices for her Sunday lunch.

"If they're good for you then I always want to be bad."

"Who's being bad?" A thick Irish accent filled the room as Taggie's dad sauntered in, a mug of coffee in one hand with his other burrowed deeply into his trouser pocket.

"Dad, this is (Y/N). (Y/N) was just objecting to my sprouts."

"Oh yeah, I agree, terrible things. Even the dog won't eat 'em" Declan brought his mug to his lips, smirking through the thick moustache that hid his upper lip.

You felt your insides alight at his dark, playful expression as he teased Taggie.

That was the first time you knew you were a bad friend. A bad friend who wanted your new friend's father to lift you onto the kitchen table and bury his head between your thighs.

The thought made your cheeks burn red as you laughed at Declan's remark and Taggie's complaints against him.

The man left the kitchen when his eyes flitted back to you, sending you a nod and a 'lovely to meet you, (Y/N). '

You couldn't help but replay the way he said your name in your head over and over and over again until you were desperate for his voice to sing it again.

The next time you saw Declan O'Hara was at the O'Hara New Years Eve party.

"You better not spend the whole time in here. I'd actually like you to put a dress on and come out to dance at some point tonight." You pleaded with Taggie as she clasped your necklace for you.

"I'll try but I can't make any promises. Anyway, you're out there to be my eyes and ears. You need to tell me if anyone complains about the food, okay?"

"Yes, Taggie. But no one will because you are amazing and your food is amazing and you are so right for not letting me help you cook or serve after I burnt the soup last time." You faced her as she continued to prep the ingredients she would need for the feast she had planned.

"You are a great friend but you are a terrible cook." Taggie agreed. You felt a lump in your throat at the words. Were you a great friend for literally fantasising over her father after almost every time you had an interaction with him? "Now please go next door and make sure that all the tables have the right cutlery for me?"

"Anything for you, Agatha!" You headed to do as you were told. Looking down to smooth out your dress when you felt yourself collide with something solid.

"I'm so sorry!" You looked up to see Declan turning, laughing softly at your clumsiness.

"It's okay, love." Declan's own eyes fell down your body, his lips parting slightly as he took in the sight of you all dressed up. He knew you were an attractive girl but you were Taggie's age and one of her only friends in the surrounding neighbours beside Lizzie. "You look beautiful."

The sincerity in his voice caused a chill to roll up your spine.

"Thanks. You look very handsome too, Mr. O'Hara." You didn't know why you felt so shy around him. You were so used to owning your space and holding your confidence when you fancied someone.

"That's very kind, (Y/N). And it's Declan. I don't want to tell you again." Declan send you a wink as he started to pass you. "Hey, and no snogging my son at midnight. You're way too good for him."

Your heart squeezed at the taunt. Patrick was a gorgeous boy and he had tried to flirt with you when he met you but you were far too interested in Declan for Patrick to make any dent in your crush.

"He's not my type anyway." You managed to find your tongue to quip back an answer.

"Good girl."

Good Girl.

You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself replying something entirely inappropriate in response.

As the night went on, you felt your heart drop more and more. Declan was obsessed with his wife. His wife was obsessed with anyone else.

You were desperate to try and make more conversation with the man but almost everyone was grabbing his attention to discuss some work matter or other.

As the countdown began, you gut wrenchingly watched as Maud and Declan kiss. You put on a smile and exchanged celebrations with those around you. Giving Lizzie a kiss on the cheek as her husband blanked her as he usually did.

"Happy New Year, chicken." Lizzie pressed on a faux smile as you did.

"Happy New Year, Lizzie."

"A little advice for your new years resolution if I may?" Lizzie whispered as she drew you closer.

"You may want to get better at hiding your admiration for Taggie's father. I know nothing hurts more than something you can't have." Lizzie's words took you back, you felt your cheeks burning red and your smile drop.

"Oh, Lizzie, I'm mortified! Please don't tell Taggie." You begged.

"Not a peep." Lizzie motioned locking her lips with a key before grabbing your hands to singing sway along with the room.

The night went on and Lizzie tried to encourage you to join in festivities. You drank more and more, being forced away whenever you tried to help Taggie wash up, and you soon found yourself needing some quiet time.

You let yourself into Declan's office, leaning against the desk, fingers gripping the underside to give you some stability when the room started to ever so slightly spin.

You closed your eyes. Inhaling a shaky breath when you heard the door creek open.

"I thought someone unwanted had decided to sneak through my things." Declan's melodic accent forced your eyes open.

"I'm wanted, am I?" You smirked slightly, through the sickness as your eyelids closed again.

Declan didn't respond. Instead he just studied you from across the room. His hands in his pockets, his stance leaning back just ever so slightly.

"You struggling there?" Declan was amused at your state.

You tried to push yourself off the desk but instead felt yourself stumble forward.

Declan's amusement quickly turned into concern as he stepped forward to catch you.

"Steady on." Declan had managed to stop you from hitting the floor, your face pressed against his chest, his strong arms engulfing you as he pulled you up towards him.

"I'm so sorry..." You mumbled as you leant away to look up at him.

His features were so strong up close. You could smell the whisky on his breath as your eyes lingered on his lips.

"Maybe we should get you some water and put you to bed."

Declan's words drew your eyes to his own. His chest seemed to go tight as he starred down into your glassy (Y/E/C) eyes.

"You can take me to bed any time you want, Mr O'Hara." Your words slurred together with your weak attempt of drunkenly flirting.

"It's Declan."

"Okay, Declan..."

That was the first time Declan had heard you say his name. Something inside him knew he wanted to hear you say it again but he fought against the thought, pulling away from you as you gained your stance.

"Let's hope you don't remember this in the morning, ay?" Declan tried to make light, convincing himself the electric feeling he had was nothing.

"Why? I finally got my chance in your arms. My dream come true."

"Yeah, you really won't want to remember this in the morning. Come on..." Declan opened the door, waiting for you to follow suite. The noise of the party echoed around you; you had almost forgot it was still going on outside.

"Have you ever thought about me?" You had no idea where this liquid confidence had stirred from.

There was a pause before he answered.

"No." He was lying. He knew he was lying. He watched the disappoint subtly encase your eyes as you pursed your lips into a thin smile.

"If I was dreaming, you would've said yes. Goodnight, Mr O'Hara."

"Goodnight, (Y/n)."

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As the weeks went on, rivals became friends. Friends became rivals. You grew closer to the O'Hara family and the moment from NYE had simply been forgotten. Or so you thought...

The dread that had filled your gut that New Years Day after you remembered the incident brewed inside of you for weeks. You had successfully avoided Declan, only seeing him in group scenarios and meetings for Venturer.

"(Y/N), I left some of my flyers on the table in the living room if you want to use them." Taggie climbed into her car, shouting over at you as she rushed off. You both had been going door to door for Venturer in different areas to cover more ground but you had run out of flyers to hand out.

"Thanks, Tag!" You rushed inside, running through the house that still held a cool air inside despite the early summer warmth outside.

"Careful!" You heard a voice proclaim as your bodies hit.

Within the blink of an eye, you had hit the floor with a body on top of you.

"Are you alright?" Declan groaned as you winced underneath his weight. The hard floor sent a wave of pain through your back but you had managed to not hit your head.

"Ow." You grumbled, squeezing your eyes shut.

"Did you hit your head?" Declan propped himself up on his arms, examining your face with a furrowed brow of worry.

"No." Was all you managed to say.

"I thought we had left bumping into each other for last year." Declan recalled on when you knocked into him last New Years Eve before the party had started.

"Clearly I'm not very good at keeping to New Year's resolutions."

Declan chuckled, pushing himself up before offering his hand.

You felt the warmth of his body leave you and the coldness of the floor pierce your bones.

You took his hand; hauling yourself to your feet.

"You sure you're okay?" Declan insisted. His hand reached out to take grip of your waist, his thumb and finger burning against your skin that had been revealed by the edge of your venturer top riding up. His other finger waved past your eyes, checking for concussion.

"I'm fine. No more running in the house with blind corners." You took a step back from the man, straightening your shirt to try and control the lingering feeling of the mans hand on you.

"Now... are we okay?" Declan rephrased,

"What do you mean?"

"(Y/N), don't play stupid. You've avoided me for almost half a year now. You won't even walk around the house without Caitlin or Taggie next to you."

You didn't think that Declan would've noticed with how busy he was with work and his life. Why would he have cared where you were or what you were doing in the house?

"I'm still living down my behaviour at New Years." You reluctantly admitted.

"What, that? Everyone says stuff they shouldn't when they've had a few too many. Doesn't mean you have to never look me in the eye again."

"What I said was completely inappropriate."

"Yes, it was. You're the same age as my daughter and I'm a married man but I'll have to admit I'm a little flattered." Declan tried his best to ease your anxiety. "I don't exactly see myself a teenage heart throb."

"I'm not a teenager." You bit back, the harshness your voice surprising you both.

"There's not much difference. You're practically a child and should be going for someone your own age." Declan quit the joking tone he had been using, taken back by your defence.

"Don't call me a child. I'm not the same age as Caitlin. I am older than Taggie and I've been with men before so I'm not playing silly little girl games over here. This isn't some school girl crush on a handsome teacher. You're right my feelings for you are inappropriate because you're a married man and I'm friends with your daughter but not because of my age. I know who I am and what I feel." A fire lit up your chest as you finally had broken out of the timidness you hated.

"You have no idea what you're talking about." Declan took a step closer to you, his stare burning into you as he lowered his voice.

"You're the one who reads people. Tell me what you see in me." You matched him, standing so close to him you could feel his breath on your face as you gritted your teeth.

The air was thick. The silence of the house engulfing you both, your breath audible and quick. You thought you could almost hear your heart thudding against your chest.

Declan was the one to break away. Storming to his office with a hard slam of the door.

How did your conversation turn so heated?

That night Declan tossed and turned, his head filled with moments of you. He rolled over and gently woke up his wife with soft strokes on her shoulder blades.

"What?" Maud hummed, rolling her head over her shoulder to Declan.

"I'm awake." Declan pressed himself against his wife.

"I can feel that." Maud looked at him through a sleepy gaze.

"Let me touch you." His fingers glided over her skin until he reached the space between her legs. Maud moaned quietly as Declan began to part her folds with his finger.

"Declan..." Maud sighed as she pressed her backside into him, feeling his member hard against her.

Declan wasted no time in entering her. He closed his eyes as his dick pressed inside his wife. And all he could see through the darkness was your eyes looking up at his. The first time he had seen you in the kitchen. The bump in the hall, the incident in his study, every time he had caught you intensely listening to one of his speeches to the group, the crash against the floor. You underneath him. The tiny bit of skin his hand had managed to caress from the bottom of your shirt.

He had never thought of you before. Not with Maud, not with his own hand and imagination and he couldn't make sense of why that night he finished almost as fast as his inexperienced teenage self had once before.

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It had been Declan's turn to avoid you from that day. He couldn't be too close to you without feeling his throat go dry, a sickening guilt and twisting conflict rising with it.

It was the evening you'd find out whether Venturer was a real contender against Corrinium.

The O'Hara house was filled with people eagerly waiting except one who had decided to leave the house for good.

The house erupted in cheers and celebrations as the phone call confirmed it for you all.

You watched through the window as Maud drove off, leaving Declan and Taggie behind.

"We did it!" Taggie squeezed you tightly before embracing her father and to your surprise, Declan had also pulled you into a tight hug. You had hoped no one picked up on the slight awkwardness that left the embrace when Declan moved onto join the others. You couldn't help but feel it.

The party went on and you tried to keep an eye on Declan without making it too obvious (like Rupert and Taggie had failed to).

When Rupert left Declan's side for another whiskey, (Taggie swiftly disappearing just after), Declan slipped away to his study. You followed.

"I'm sorry about Maud." You made your presence known as you watched him place his glass down on the desk, his back to you when he replied.

"Don't."

"Fine." You clenched your jaw, unsure of what to say next at the warning in his tone.

"What do you want from me?" Declan's voice had a hint of desperation. He turned to face you. You had seen this look before.

"I don't––"

"––No 'cause you followed me in here. You are everywhere I look. I can't even get a wink of sleep most nights without dreaming of two things. You or beating Tony fucking Baddingham. And I can't think of you because you're young enough to be my daughter and I'm a fucking hypocrite for telling Rupert to stay away from Taggie when I look at you in that dress and wonder what you would look like with it on this floor right now. I'm not doing it. I can't do this."

Declan's outburst kept your feet frozen in place. Had he really just admitted to wanting you as badly as you wanted him.

You felt your hand roll the zipper of your dress down your side, your body moved without force as you slipped the straps over your shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

"Fuck..." Declan barely breathed out the word. His stare devouring every inch of your skin.

"I'm not doing this." Declan uttered again barely even audible as if only to himself before striding towards you. His fingers found your hips as he thrust you against the door.

His lips were on yours before your back found the solid wood behind you.

You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself up towards him, trying to bring your body as close to his own as possible. You needed every gap between you gone. You wanted to feel the heat of him even on this sticky summer evening.

"What am I doing?" Declan broke away and dropped to his knees, placing a firm hand on the middle of your stomach to hold you flush against the door.

There was a deep hunger in his eyes as he lifted one of your thighs up onto his shoulder, never breaking his gaze from your face to almost check if what he was doing was allowed.

You threw your head up, trying to find the air he had stolen from you, one hand finding a grip within his dark curls as your welcome reply.

"Please." You whispered.

Declan moved your panties to the side, a finger running over your folds, sending fire against your skin before he closed his mouth around you.

You let your eyes roll back as his tongue darted across your clit. Electricity filled your body with every moment of contact.

You felt his fingers circle lightly around your entrance. Your hand jumped from his thick curls to tightly grip the back of his own that pushed against your stomach. His grip on you felt as if it were all that was holding you up.

"You want me this badly?" Declan asked with a mixture of teasing and shock. The wetness of your heat coated the tip of his fingers and glistened on the dark hairs of his moustache.

"I've imagined this so many times." You admit honestly.

"I best live up to your expectations then." Declan inserted a finger inside of you, causing a sharp gasp to escape your lips, which made Declan's cock twitch inside his boxer shorts. "Shhhh"

You placed your free hand over your mouth to which Declan smiled a toothy grin at you.

"Good girl" he purred.

Declan rose to his feet as he placed another finger inside of you, thrusting them in and out of you in a painfully slow motion that only made you ache for more.

Declan turned the lock on his door with his other hand before pulling himself away from you completely.

You pouted at the lack of contact to which he tutted.

"So impatient." He uttered as he undid his belt, pulling it from its loops and then kicking his trousers down.

Your eyes fell on the large member pressed against his underwear. The tip seeping precum through the material in a dark stain.

"Go to my desk." Declan ordered.

You almost ran over, Declan caught you by the waist and lifted you up onto it. Spreading your legs with his knee.

"Are you sure you want this?" Declan stripped himself of his shirt, revealing his chest covered with dark thick hair that you reached out to touch. This didn't feel real.

"More than anything." The words were so quiet but Declan seemed to hear them as he freed himself from his underwear.

You reached behind and unclasped your bra.

"Jesus..." He took a handful of your breast, squeezing you firmly as he stroked his member.

"Declan, please." You couldn't wait any longer. The ache pained you.

Declan didn't need to be told twice.

He tore your underwear down your legs and pressed his tip slowly into you.

You bit down on your lip hard to stop yourself from making any noise.

"Holy fuck..." Declan failed at being quiet. You were so tight against him he felt he could've finished inside of you within minutes.

You reached forward and hooked a grip behind his neck, encouraging him deeper inside of you.

"Fuck me please." you pleaded, trying to move your own hips to create some friction.

Declan took the hint and began thrusting into you quickly. His fingers almost bruising your skin as he held you steady on the desk.

The rattle of the belongings on the desk seemed to echo around the room alongside the slapping of skin.

Declan lifted you up, still inside of you and gently placed you down on the floor.

He hovered above you, just like he had once before, watching your face twist in pleasure as he fucked you.

You squeezed his shoulders, your nails leaving an impression whilst he brought you closer to your climax. You pressed your hips up into his creating hot friction against your clitoris, making you throb inside.

"Declan..." You tried to let him know; still trying to whisper to stay quiet.

"Cum for me, princess." Declan smirked, his stare never faltering as he rode you through to your end. He could feel you tighten around him only encouraging him to fuck you harder and deeper.

You bit down on your hand as your climax convulsed through you. Your body shaking in between Declan and the floor.

Declan moved you both effortlessly, lying on his back with you sat on top of him.

You leant ever so slightly forward, steadying yourself with your hand stretched out against his chest.

You smiled wickedly at him as you rolled your hips.

You felt exhausted by your own finish but knew you wanted to see the older man in the same state.

"That's a good girl." Declan held onto your hips, helping you pick up your pace.

His lips parted as he watched you ride him, sweat dripping down your skin mixing with his own as his dick twitched inside of you.

"Fuck (Y/n)." Declan cursed.

You shifted your hand to his neck, Declan almost laughed, flipping you again so that he was behind you. Both of you on your knees as he held you against his chest, his hand wrapped firmly around your neck with his opposite arm securely around your middle.

The sensation was almost unbearable as his thick member pumped in and out of you at such speed.

"You think you want to be a bad girl?" Declan hissed in your ear.

You could only shake your head.

"Bad girls get punished." Declan bit hard down on your shoulder and you fought to not cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"You're mine now." Declan's own proclamation brought himself to his own climax. He pulled out, spilling his seed over his own thighs to avoid finishing inside of you much to your own disappointment.

"I know you wanted that inside of you like the dirty girl you are." Declan teased you as he gave your throat one final soft squeeze.

You fell against him, both trying to catch your breath.

"Declan?" A voice and a knock came at the door.

"Shit..." The realisation of what had just happened and where it just happened hit Declan like a cricket bat to the face.

"I'll be out in a mo." Declan scrambled for his underwear and you did the same.

"Hurry up! I know that's where you're hiding the good stuff!" Bas' voice was more evident now and whilst he was definitely talking about the whiskey. The both of you couldn't help but laugh.

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vivian-pascal · 1 year ago

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Summer Love

dbf!joel x f!reader

summary: You were the sweet, little, innocent girl that your father had raised perfectly. You went to church every Sunday and made sure to do all your college work before any free time for yourself. Your dad and you had a great relationship, talked about boys, college, friends. Anything. Sometimes your dad's best friend would come over on a warm, summer eve. You'd all sit outside and listen while he played the guitar, every time you were with him, you had a tingly feeling in your core. One night, he decides to do something very unexpected.

warnings: age gap, flirting, teasing, jealous!joel, pervy!joel?(just gonna put that in there incase) sexual tension, referring to pussy as 'she', description of what reader wears, manhandling, piv (wrap it up) oral f!receiving, fingering, clit slapping, joel's dirty mouth, thigh riding, joel not lasting, reader is on birth control, aftercare

authors note: so, I just wrote this little one shot expecting it to be just a drabble, but it is a bit longer than I expected and I'm kind of in love with these two and might turn it into another series 😭 what do you guys think I should do??

You laugh uncontrollably as your dad makes jokes about this boy at college that you've supposedly had a 'crush' on. "Dad stop!" You swat him on the shoulder as he walks into the kitchen. "Just sayin' sweetheart." He shrugs his shoulders and you roll your eyes.

"I don't like him dad, I didn't even say anything that would hint to that!" You hear a knock on the door and your dad walks over to it. "Yeah yeah." He opens it and immediately smiles.

"Hey man!" He opens his arms wide to the stranger you're not quite sure who it is yet. When he walks in, you're stomach immediately flips. Joel Miller.

He grins at you as you shyly smile. He walks through the door with his guitar, of course, and Tommy walks in too. "Hey uncle Tom!" You smile and give him a big hug. You've always loved Tommy. He's funny and will make a joke about almost anything. Where as Joel, he's a bit more cold.

"Hey yourself." He squeezes you tightly and spins you around. You giggle when he puts you back on the ground. You all make your way outside and onto the back porch. Joel sits in his usual spot, the rocking chair, and you sit next to him on the lounge couch that holds Tommy as well.

He strums the guitar once to see if its tuned and then he begins to play. The night breeze flows on your face as the music he plays fills your ears. "So how's college goin'? You look at Tommy and look at your dad. He has a big stupid grin on his face and you shake your head as a 'please don't' to your dad so he doesn't mention your so called 'crush.'

"I think it's goin' really good, isn't that right sweetheart?" You roll your eyes and give him a dirty look. "Oh what's this now?" Tommy leans forward as he's more interested in the conversation. Joel stops playing and your face turns a shade of pink.

"Do you wanna tell them hon, or should I?" You cup your face in your hands and run your fingers through your hair. "Oh my god dad, it's not that big of a deal okay? He asked me on a date once! Once!"

Tommy's grin only widens and Joel just looks angry. "Right sweetheart, and what'd you say hm?" You roll your eyes. "I said yes okay?"

Joel can feel his heart pounding in his ears. You? Going on a date? That's a no go.

"Ohhhh!" Tommy throws his arms in the air and sits up straight. "Well? Did you get laid with'em?" "Tommy!" He laughs as you slap his shoulder and sigh loudly.

"Joel, you alright over there? Looked like you'd seen a ghost brother." You turn to see Joel and your eyes widen in surprise. He looks furious and scared at the same time. How is that possible? And what's he mad about?

He clears his throat and rests his guitar against a pillar. "Yeah, m'fine." He stands up and steps over your legs. He stares down at you and that's for sure a sign he's not okay. "M'gonna get a drink, anyone want anythin'?" Tommy shakes his head but your dad asks for a beer. "I'll get my own." You stand up and walk over to him.

His nostrils flare as he sees you pass by him and into the house. You walk into the kitchen and grab the kettle. Filling it with water, you put it back on the stand and flick the switch to start it. You reach up and onto your tip-toes to reach your mug but its just to high. You try jumping but its no use. Just as you're about to turn around and ask Joel for help, he reaches his arm above yours and grabs the mug.

You mumble a quick 'thanks' as you grab your tea bag. "What's his name?" You turn your head to face him. "Who?" He looks at you as he cracks open a can of beer. "The guy you're datin'." You roll your eyes and lean against the counter.

"For the last time, I'm not dating him. We went on a date once and-" "Did you have sex with him?" The question stumbles you. Who the hell asks that? You look at Joel dumbfounded and he just raises his eyebrows. You gulp as you beg the kettle to hurry up so this conversation can end.

"Well" You pause as he stares at you. "Yes but it was only one time-" "Thanks darlin', that's all I wanted to know." He gives you a smile as he leaves you standing in the kitchen all alone. You run your hand through your hair. Grabbing your mug, you pour the boiling hot water and take it outside.

You sit down on the lounge chair and try avoiding his glare. The men talk for a while as you sit and sip your tea, just listening. You do wish Joel would play his guitar again. Something about the way his fingers move and how he strums the shallow instrument makes you tingle.

Something about him, Joel. Makes your heart jump out of your skin. He's always had an impact on you. His voice, his hands, his hair, his strong body. Just everything about him is perfect.

You yawn as the conversation comes to an end. "Think it's time we should head out." Your dad stands up and cracks his back. He grabs Tommy's hand and pulls him in tight for a hug. You stand awkwardly with Joel. All of a sudden, two strong shoulders are spinning you around and you fall head first into a strong chest.

He wraps his arms around your small frame as you try to wrap your arms around his. It's unexpected so you're not exactly sure what to do. He rests his head on yours and you breathe in his scent.

"Don't be gettin into much trouble darlin', don't wanna end up with the wrong people ya'know." He lets go of your body and you look up at him as you nod your head. He gives you a little grin and pats the top of your head. "See ya kiddo." He walks out, grabbing his guitar, and shakes your dads hand.

You stand there for a few moments. Trying to regain composure as you try to wrap your head around what just happened. The fuck does he think he is?

You clear your head and begin to walk inside. Closing the sliding door, you kick your shoes off and head upstairs. You take off your shirt and bra changing into your over-sized shirt and some shorts. You lie in bed and close your eyes. Dreaming of Joel.

When you wake up to the morning sun shining into your room, you think back to the day before and cringe at all the awkwardness. You pull back the sheets and get out of bed. You put some socks on before opening your door and heading downstairs.

Your dad is in the kitchen making breakfast and his coffee already. "Morning dad." He looks up and smiles at you. "Morning sweetie, I gotta head out to work, Joel's gonna be around to fix up the bathroom since the showers not working, see ya later okay? Love you!" And with that, he grabs his work bag and shuts the door.

Shit. You completely forgot the shower wasn't working. Oh well.

You walk into the kitchen and grab a glass, filling it with water and gulping it down before heading back upstairs. You go into your room and change into some booty shorts and a sweater, you put your hair up and into a high ponytail. You smile at yourself and head downstairs.

Its almost noon by the time Joel arrives. He knocks on the door and you immediately jump up to answer it. "Hey!" You smile up at him sweetly and he takes a deep breath. Seeing you in your little cute outfit makes his jeans get a little tighter.

He clears his throat and smiles down at you. "Hey there darlin', your dad in?" You shake your head and leave the door open for him to follow you in. He watches the way your hips shake as you walk back into the living room with those little shorts on, leaving much to the imagination.

"Nope, he left a few hours ago, just me and you Joel." You smile slyly at him and he groans. How is he supposed to contain himself when you're just looking too goddamn good?

He heads upstairs and straight for the bathroom. He sets his bag down and inspects the shower. He opens his bag up and gets straight to work.

Its been about an hour since Joel has been here. You decide to make him a little sandwich and bring him a glass of water since he must be hungry and thirsty because of how hard he is working.

You carry the plate and the glass upstairs and into the bathroom. "Here Joel, I brought you some-" Your face immediately turns red as you see his shirt soaked with sweat and his face shining with it. You can see the muscles in his arms and his back. You gulp when he looks at you and grins.

"Well that's very thoughtful of ya sugar." He backs out of the shower and heads towards you. He takes the plate from your hands and his fingers just glaze yours. You take a deep breath in when you smell his sweat and that rough musky smell of him.

He takes a bite of the sandwich and sips a drink of water. "H-How is it?" You stutter as you stare at his veiny neck. Watching the way his jaw moves as he takes another bite, swallowing down the bread.

"Great! Thanks s'much sweetheart." You nod your head as you stare at his mouth. The way his lips bite into the soft bread and how they form themselves around the rip of the cup just perfectly makes you want to devour him.

Once he's done the sandwich, he leans in close to your face and looks into your eyes. "Ya know, ya shouldn't really be interested in an old man like me sugar." Your eyes widen at his statement.

He knows he shouldn't be flirting with you, let alone do what he's about to do, but how could he resist your sweet little self?

"I, uh, I'm not sure what you mean Joel?" He grins as he grabs onto your waist and pulls you into him. He leans in close to your ear and his soft whispers of air tickle your neck.

"I can practically smell how wet ya are f'me darlin'." He leans back and looks down at your starstruck face. "Joel, that's not true-" He snakes his rough hand down the outside of your shorts and cups your mound.

"Really darlin'? Cause it sure does feel like she's drippin'" You moan as his hand stays where it is. Putting the slightest little pressure on your swollen bud. "Joel, please." He chuckles at your begging state.

"Oh no honey, you were just sayin' ya didn't want me." He teases as he sneaks a finger into your shorts, moving your panties to the side and pressing his bare finger to your clit. Your hands perch onto his strong arms as he rubs your clit. "There she is, there ya go." He praises you as his finger slides through your slit and collects your seeping arousal.

"Lets remove these, shall we?" With his free hand, he tugs your shorts and panties down. Leaving you there with just your sweater. His eyes turn a shade of black when he sees your bare cunt.

He licks his lips as he kneels down. You lean your back against the door and brace yourself for what's about to come.

He presses his nose into your pussy and you moan aloud. He breathes in your sweet scent and groans. "So good darlin', s'good."

He grabs onto your thighs and pulls one over his shoulder. He smashes his mouth onto your pussy and you arch your back. He licks a stripe from your clit to your weeping seam and sticks his tongue inside.

"Oh god Joel." He smirks against your core as you moan and try to grab onto something. Your hands make their way into his hair as you tug and pull. He groans against you which only sends vibrations flowing throughout your whole body. Making the sensation even better.

He removes one of his hands from your thighs and reaches up to grab onto your breast. Tweaking and poking at the nipple. You whimper as you feel your orgasm nearing.

He can feel it too. The shake of your thighs, the pulse of your cunt, the way your moans seem to be higher in pitch, oh he knows. He carries his tongue back up to your clit and flicks it back and forth, side to side. "J-Joel!" You moan when your orgasm hits you.

Arching your back as far as it can go. Grabbing onto Joel's hair and pulling it so hard it hurts. He drinks up every bit of arousal from your soaking cunt. "Such a good girl."

He stands up and grabs onto your waist. He looks down at your hazy expression and chuckles. You side eye him and groan. You begin to fix your hair and walk out of the bathroom but Joel's hand grabs onto your arm.

"Where do ya think you're goin'? I ain't finished with ya yet." He picks you up and throws you over his shoulders. You kick your legs and smack his back. "Joel! Put me down right now!" He shrugs his shoulders. "Alrighty darlin'." He throws you on the bed and chuckles.

You lie on your back as you death stare him. He crawls over you and gives you a confused look. "What! You told me to put ya down darlin' so that's what I did." You roll your eyes and wrap your arms around his neck.

"You're pathetic." He chuckles and shakes his head. He slowly leans his head down and combines his lips with yours. You groan as you taste yourself on his lips.

His hand flows down your body, tracing every curve and dip in your small frame. His hand meets your pussy once more and he inserts a finger. You arch your back and moan aloud. "Now, about that 'guy'" Your face freezes in shock. Why is he mentioning him now of all times?

He adds a second finger and you can't help but whimper. "How did he fuck you?" He continues his movements and it just feels to good to answer. He would never compare to Joel. "Darlin', ya gonna answer or?" You shake your head as you bite your lip.

"Right." He removes his hands and sits up on the bed. He moves to the edge and pats his thigh. You sit up and rest your arms behind you. "What?" He pats his thigh again. You get up, confused, and walk over to him.

You stand in front of Joel and stare down at him. "Remove your shirt." You do as you're told and take off your shirt and bra. He pats his thigh again and you hover over it. "Sit."

You lower your pussy onto his strong thigh and sigh when they make contact. His rough hands grab onto your waist and starts to move you back and forth. You grind on his thigh as his hands help maneuver you. You moan at the feeling and wrap your arms around his neck.

"There ya go sugar." He praises you as he removes his hands and undoes his button on his jeans. "Now, how did he fuck you" That goddamn question again. Why?

"Uh." You're not quite sure what to say. It was only one night and those are hard to remember.

"Well?" You shallow your eyebrows as an orgasm starts to near. "We made out first, a-and then-" You arch your back as his fingers start to prod at your clit. "Hm?" He looks down at you with a questioning look.

"H-He just layed me down on my back and fucked me like that. That's it Joel." You try your best to sound stern but the feeling only increases. He smirks and kisses your nose. "Great."

You moan and arch your back as you soak his denim jeans below you. He smiles when you breathe deeply and look up at him. He picks you up once more and lays you down on the bed.

He removes his shirt and jeans and crawls over your body. He removes his cock from his boxers and your mouth instantly waters at the sight. He grins as he sees your face and lines himself up with your entrance.

"Ya ready?" You nod your head in desperation as he pushes in. You moan at the intrusion and bite your lip. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him thoroughly. He groans into your mouth as he feels your tight cunt adjusting to his size.

"So tight darlin.'" His lips hovering over yours as he begins to move his hips. His pelvis crushes your clit and you arch your back at the sensation.

He's not sure if he can last that long. Watching the way your back arches off the bed, your sweet little sounds you let out for him. He knew you didn't sound like this when you were with that other guy. He would never make you feel as good as Joel.

Feeling your tight little pussy pulse and squeeze his cock only made his orgasm unable to control. He tries to hold it but he's been on the edge for so long. Watching you come, making you come, that only turned him on more.

"Darlin'." He moans as you squeeze his cock once more. "I'm not gonna last long." You smirk at his submissive state and tug at his curls. His thrusts become sloppier and more messy as he thrusts in all the way. "Oh fuck baby-" He groans as he spills his hot seed into your weeping pussy.

He rests his head on your breasts as he regains himself. "M'sorry sweetheart." You look into his eyes with admiration as you admire his cute little state. You run your fingers through his hair and shush him.

He begins to get out of bed and head for the bathroom that he was fixing. He returns with a wash towel and some shorts for you. You thank him and give him a kiss on the lips as he begins to get dressed.

You throw the wash cloth in the hamper and put your shorts and sweater back on.

You stand up and scratch the back of your head. "So, maybe you should get going soon. I can just tell my dad you didn't finish it and you can fix it some other time?"

He stands up and puts his shirt on. He smirks as he sees what your trying to say. "Sure darlin', i'll come back and 'fix' your bathroom."

You roll your eyes and walk out of your room. Joel grabs his bag and tools from the bathroom and throws it over his shoulder. You walk him to the door and he walks out.

"I'll be back, don't be too desperate f'me now, I know you'll miss me. Oh and this." He points down to his jeans and your face turns pink. He's somehow hard again and you can't help but drool.

His thumb wipes your saliva from your mouth and gives you a smirk as he heads to his truck.

You close the door and lean against the back of it.

What have I just done?

part i part ii part iii part~iiii

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whimsicalwritersstuff · 15 days ago

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Criminal record

Pairings: Dark!Ted Garcia x fem!reader

Content warnings: explicit 18+, noncon/duncon, big age gap (50s/20s, bratty reader, punishment, orgasm denial, creampies, power imbalance, abuse of power, blackmail & threats, spanking, leather belts, degration, humiliation, non consensual photography, manipulation, implied kidnapping.

Summary: After defacing a campaign billboard, the rebellious daughter of the local sheriff is arrested, only to be quitely released into the hands of the very man she targeted.

Word count: 2.600

The red paint was still wet when the cruiser's headlights hit you. You froze on the narrow gravel shoulder, can of spray paint dangling from your fingers, the sharp scent clinging to your skin. Ted Garcia's face stared back from theassive campaign billboard, or what was left of it.

You'd givin him devil horns, a black eye, a drawing of a cock on his left cheek and the words 'liar scum' sprawled across his pearly whites in big, dripping letters.

Classy, you thought. Subtle, too.

The cruiser door opened and slammed.

"Seriously?" Officer Danvers' voice cut across the quite like a slap. "You wanna explain this, miss sheriff's daughter??"

You gave him a bright smile as you turned around slowly, arms wide. "What? The man needed a makeover."

"Hands behind your back."

"Are you kidding me??"

Click. The cuffs bit cold into your wrists. "Come on, Danvers. I'm doing the county a favor. Nobody wants that greasy asshole leering at them from the side of the road."

"That greasy asshole has political friends," he muttered, pushing you tosards the back seat. "And you just committed vandalism. Again." You rolled your eyes and slumped into the car, head titling toward the window. "Tell Garcia I'm charging him for emotional damage. That face? Should be a public health violation."

Danvers said notjing, but you saw his jaw clench.

~~~

The holding room smelled like bleach and stale coffee. The deputy behind the desk barely glanced at you as you are marched in, cuffed and grinning like toy didn't have a care in the world. "Graffiti," Danvers muttered. "On Garcia's main billboard. She tagged it with her name."

"Hell yeah I did," you said brightly, lifting your chin. "No point in being anonymous when you've got talent." The deputy loved over at you over his glasses. "You proud of yourself." You shrugged. "Are you proud of covering for that snake?" Danvers grabbed your arm a little too tight. "Watch it."

You twisted out of his grip. "What? I can't call out a lying politician now? Wow. The first amendment's really going to shirt these days."

"Jesus Christ," the deputy muttered. "Shes worse than her father."

"Excuse you?" You snapped, stepping towards the desk. "Say that again, pencil-pusher-"

That did it.

Danvers grabbed your shoulder and shoved you toward the back. "Alright, you want to run your mouth, you can do it in holding. You'll cool off behind bars until morning." You jerked against the cuffs. "Don't bother calling my dad. He's too busy kissing the town's ass to care."

"Oh, we're not calling your daddy," Danvers said with a dry chuckle. Someone else already knows."

"What the hell does that mean?"

He didn't answer.

The cell door slammed shut behind you, cchoing cold off the concrete.

You turned aroundjust in time to see Danvers toss your phone into the bin and walk out without another world. You were left alone, cuffed, lips still tingling from the adrenaline and heart pounding with pride.

~~~

You were dozing on the cell bench when the metal door creaked open. "Wake up, sweetheart." You blinked. Officer Danvers. Looking oddly polite now. Calm. Not pissed, not smug... Just unreadable. You sat up slowly. "What, my dad finally crawl outta his own add and decided I'm worth the trouble?"

Danvers didn't answer. Just unlocked your cell and stepped aside. "I'm not going home, am I?" He gave a small shake of his head. "You're being released. Charges dropped. No paperwork filled." That gave you pause. "What?"

"No record," he repeated flatly. "Judge never saw your name. Didn't even hit the system."

You stood, heart beating a little fast. "Wait, how-" he gripped your arm and turned towards the hallway. "Ask your new ride."

Ten minutes later, you're in the back of a black unmarked car, your cuffs gone but your confusion mounting. The driver says nothing. Civilian clothes. Cheap aftershave. You recognize him, one of Garcia's errand boys. One of the quiet ones who always stay in the background.

Your stomach knots.

They didn't take to home.

They drive you across town, past the courthouse, past city hall and around the back of the county office building Ted's Champaign swallowed whole months ago. You'd vandalized that billboard less than twelve hours ago. And now you were being led up a private back staircase like some stolen package.

No question.

No explanation.

Only silence.

Until-

Click.

The door opens.

And there he is.

Ted Garcia.

Leaning against his desk like he owns the room. Because he does.

The loose. Sleeves rolled up. Coffee steaming beside a stack of untouched files. He dosent look surprised. Or angry.

He looks...

Interested.

Like you're an animal he's finally trapped.

"Close the door," he says,

It shuts with a soft click.

You don't move.

"Soo," you mutter, arms crossed, voice sharp despite the chill crawling up your spine. "Was kidnapping a part of the little campaign plan? Or just a fun little side hobby?" He smirks. "No kidnapping. Just a favor. I fixed something for you." You glare. "I didn't ask for anything."

"You didn't have to."

He pushes off his desk, slow and controlled, walking towards you, the lights overhead are low. Warm. Everything about the room feels too intimate. Too planned. "There was a little arrest report being written up. Photos. Booking logs. Witness signatures." He shrugs. "All gone now."

You stare.

"I dont- why would you do that?"

Ted cocks his head. "Because I don't want you behind bars, sweetheart."

You narrow your eyes. "No?"

"I want you exactly where I can see you."

He steps closer. Close enough for you to smell the spice of his cologne. Close enough to see the control behind those dark eyes. "You made a mess last night," he murmurs. "Painted my face. Called me a liar. A scumbag. Spray painted a dick on my face and your name so loud, half the county's been whispering about it all morning."

You swallow.

He reaches out, tucks a finger beneath your chin, tilts your face up. "And now? No charges. No file. You don't even exist on paper."

He smiles, soft and dangerous.

"That makes you mine, doesn't it?"

Your mouth goes dry.

"I'm not yours," you snap,

He chuckles lowly, "you will be."

He turns, walks slowly back to his desk. Pours himself another coffee. Takes a sip. "Sit," he says without looking at you.

You hesitate. "No"

Ted chuckles. "Still mouthing off? After I scrubbed toy clean like you were never even born?" He turns around. "You think that makes you powerful, sweetheart? That mouth?" You blink, jaw tight.

He moves again. This time he dosent arop. He grabs your wrist. Pulls toy across the room. You stumble forward. He bends toy over the edge of the desk, cheek hitting the polished wood. "You want to play criminal?" He growls against your ear. "Fine. But criminals pay debts. And you owe me."

Your breath catches as his hand slides up the back of your thigh and slipping under your skirt.

You squirm. "Dont-"

"I erased you," he hissed. "That makes mine to rewrite."

He presses his mouth to your ear. Tongue hot. "You ever want to ruin something of mine again," he whispers. "And I don't just fuck you over this desk. I'll do it in public. I'll put your picture on the next billboard."

"I own the cops, the court, and now I own you."

His hand grips your hip.

"Still wanna be brave?"

You don't answer.

But your body shivers.

And he feels it.

You knew the moment the office door clicked shut behind you that you'd gone too far. You weren't in a jail fell anymore. Toy weren't even in your daddy's house, where you could storm off and slam a door and feel like you had the last word. Now you were here, alone with Ted Garcia.

And he didn't look angry.

No, anger you could've handled.

But Ted looked disappointed. Calm. Cold. Like a man who'd already decided how this was going to go. And wasn't in a rush to get there. You know what I see when I look at you?" He said, voice low, close to your ear. "A spoiled, bratty little girl who's never been put in her place." You scoffed, even as your breath stuttered. "And I guess you think you're the man to do it?"

"Oh, sweetheart." His hand slid up your inner thigh slowly. "I know I am." You gasped when his fingers found your panties, already damp. He chuckled. "This is the problem with girls like you" he murmured. "So busy talking shit, you forget your body already gave you away."

He shoved your skirt up. Yanked your panties aside. His fingers dragged through your folds with infuriating slowness. When you whimpered, he stopped. "Don't get to come," he said flatly. "Not until I say so." You look over your shoulder. "You can't control that."

He smiled darkly.

"We'll see."

He left you like that for a moment, exposed, breathless, bent over his desk. Then you heard him unbuckle his belt. Slow, measured. Like a man savoring the punishment he was about to deliver. He unbuckles his belt with a sharp snap, the leather sliding through the loops of his pants. He wraps the belt around his knuckles, the buckle dangling menacingly as he brings his hand back and slaps your plump, soft ass cheeks sharply with the leather.

You yelp in surprise and pain as the leather belt connects with your soft flesh, leaving a bright print on your plump rear end as you bite your lip to stifle another cry. He lands another sharp slap with the belt on your plump cheeks, making them sting and turn bright red. He grabs your hips roughly and pulls you closer to the edge of the table. "Count!" He demands harshly. But instead of counting obediently like he expects, you snap back.

"Like hell I will!..." You mutter defiantly, bracing your hands on the table as if ready for another slap. You arch your back, sticking your reddned bottom out higher, knowing it'll rile him up, instead of counting like a good girl, you add: "give me another one if you think you can handle it." You dare him, glancing over your shoulder with a stubborn expression. Ted's eyes darken with desire and frustration at your bratty attitude.

He growls low in his throat, clearly turned on by your defiance but also irritated by it. Without missing a beat, he raises the belt again and delivers another sharp slap across both cheeks simultaneously. "Dammit."

The tenth slap is particularly hard, making a loud cracking sound as the leather hits your already tender skin with little marks of blood. You can't help but whimper weakly, your legs shaking slightly as you try to hold yourself up on the table.

"Look at that fat ass, all red and marked." He sneers as he grabs a handful of your reddned flesh and squeezes hard, making you yelp. He pushes your legs apart with his knee, spreading you wide. "Open those legs, show me that pussy." You hesitantly spread your legs wider, your face flushed with humiliation. He reaches out and slaps your pussy hard, making you cry out and clamp your legs shut instinctively. He laughs darkly. "Keep those legs open,beat. Let me see that wet little cunt." You slowly spread your legs agsinx biting your lip hard to keep from crying out as he slaps your pussy again and again, each hit sending shockwaves of pain and humiliation through you. By the tenth slap, you're whimpering weekly,.your pussy swollen and red, dripping with arousal.

After the final slap, he drops the belt to the floor with a clatter, then grabs your hair roughly,.forcing your face down against the desk. Your cheek mashes against the cool wood, making you.let out a shuddering breath as tears skip down your face.

You then heard heard the zipper of his pants unzip and before you knew it, Ted slipped into you, it wasn't gentle.

He filled you in one brutal thrust, your cry muffler against the wood. He stayed there, deep, unmoving. "Still got that attitude?" He growled into your ear.

You clenched around him، hating how good he felt, hating how wet you were.

His hips slammed forward. "I asked you a question."

You bit your trembling lip, still defiant.

Slap. His palm landed across your add, hard.

You whimpered in pain, pathetically.

Thrust. Slap. Thrust.

He set a rhythm meant to bruise, hard, deep, relentless. Each thrust forcing moans and little gasps from your throat, no matter how hard you tried to bite them back. "Oty wanna be mouthy?" He grunted. "Go ahead. Tell me I can't break you." You whimpered instead, nails digging into the desk. "That's what I thought."

He fucked you like a man unbothered by feelings, like he was driving every ounce of attitude out of your spine. When your orgasm stared to build, sharp and sudden, you cried out.

"Please-"

He pulled out.

You sobbed.

"Not yet," he snapped. "Not until you ask properly.

"I- fuck-... Ted, please-"

"That wasn't begging." He shoved back into you and gave a punishing thrust. "Try again."

You didnt.

So he kept going. Slow now, torturous. Bringing you to the edge. Pulling back. Denying. Again and again. By the fifth time, you were a mess. Sobbing. Your thighs trembled, slick and dripping down to the floor. You didn't care anymore. You just needed it. Needed him. Needed release.

He pulled out and leaned down beside your ear, one hand tangled in your hair. "You ready to behave?" He asked, voice like silk and smoke.

You nodded, barely able to speak.

"Say it."

"...I'm ready to behave."

He titled his head.

"That's a good girl."

He slid back into you and fucked you hard, no pause, no restraint, the room was filled with the sounds of the lewd wet squelching that your pussy made. Your body seized around him, and you came with a broken sob, so intensense it blacked your vision for a moment. He followed with a groan, spilling into you, still grinding as if he wasn't finished even now.

When it was as over, he stayed inside you, breathing hard, a bead of sweat rolled down from the side of his temple.

"You're mine now," he said softly. "No police record, no way out. Just my name in your mouth and my come in your body."

You didn't argue.

Couldn't.

He'd fucked the fight out of you.

Exactly like he promised..

Your breathing was still uneven. Your pulse thundered in your ears. You were limp across his desk, skin flushed, red and slick with sweat, your panties hanging from one ankle, his seed drpping out of you.

You didn't fight when he pulled out.

Didn't flinch when he grabbed you by the hips and turned toy over, flipping you onto your back. He didn't say a word at first. Just looked at his handy work..

Spread out. Weak. Mouth parted. Thighs slick and open.. your eyes blinked up at him, dazed.

And he smiled.

Not the kind that meant comfort.

The mind that said he owned you now.

He reached into his back pocket.

He pulled out his phone.

You blinked. "...what are you?-"

Click.

The shutter flash made you flinch.

"Hey-"" you tried to sit up, but his hand pressed firmly against your sternum. "Don't move," Ted said, voice low and deadly smooth. "You look perfect."

Click.

Another photo. Your bare chest, your ruined lipstick, the tears still drying over your flushed cheeks. Your stomach twisted. "Ted- delete those."

He chuckled, scrolling casually.

"Oh no, sweetheart. These? These are insurance."

You stared up at him. "You can't-"

"I can," he leaned in. Click. A close up of your thighs. The mess he left between them. "And I will. You see, I learned something today."

His fingers brushed your cheek, mock-gentle.

"You're loud when you're defiant. But you're obedient when you're scared." He angled the phone again. "Smile for me." You turned your face away. He grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him.

"I said smile."

You didn't.

So he took the photo anywaym. Lips trembling, eyes glossy, your ruined expression caught forever in pixels.

Click.

He finallyowerwd the phone, satisfaction written all over him.

"You wanna ruin my billboards again?" He asked, slipping the phone back into his pocket. "You want to tell daddy what I did to you tonight?"

You didnt answer

He leaned in close, lips brushing your ear.

"Try it. One word to anyone, and these go viral faster than your little tantrum on the highway." You choked on breath. "You're sick."

"No sweetheart" he kissed your temple mockinginly. "I'm smart."

He stood upright again, tucking his cock back inside his pants and putting on his belt, adjusting his shirt cuffs like nothing had happened. "Clean yourself up and get yourself out from the way you came in. I've got a meeting to go to." He glanced down at you, still bare on the desk, chest rising and falling.

You stayed still as he walked out the door.

He paused at the threshold, glancing over his shoulder.

"Oh- and wear your red lipstick next time." His smile returned. Cold. Cruel. "You look prettier when I ruin it."

The door clicked shut.

And you were left trembling, humiliated, aching and soaked in the proof that you didnt win this time.

Note: holy shit this one was a yummy yummy one, lemme know if y'all want the next part 🤭😋

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Could you please make an Social Media AU with Lando when you’re Bradley Coopers daughter and been friends with Lando for a long time and you’re fathers wedding with Gigi comes up you ask him if he wants to be you’re plus one. As pictures of the event get public and the fact that you and Lando went together gets public the whole F1 world and Internet is freaking out as many wondered why he was seen in Philadelphia a few days before the wedding and people can’t help but wonder if you’re just good friends or more and comment how good you two look together. Much Love.❤️

thank you so much for this ask !! i added a little extra to it hope you like <3

plus one - lando norris x cooper!reader smau

faceclaims : random girls off pinterest

y/ncooper

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barcelona you will always have my heart xx also my doofus of a best friend got a podium this weekend 🧡

lando thanks for the support i guess🙄

⤷ y/ncooper you're welcome but next time maybe try to get p1

oscarpiastri i got p1 or did you forget 🤔😔

⤷ y/ncooper oh i didn't forget x

⤷ oscarpiastri oh.

⤷ y/ncooper congrats osc you make me so proud !! 🎊

⤷ oscarpiastri 😊

⤷ y/ncooper next time could you let lando win ???

⤷ oscarpiastri 👎

⤷ y/ncooper oh. it was worth a shot i guess 😊

gigihadid i can't wait to see you pretty xx 🩷

⤷ y/ncooper i can't wait to see you mamacita 😏

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texts between lando and y/n

f1gossip

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lando norris was spotted in philadelphia today, following his podium in barcelona on sunday. fans speculate that his presence in phildelphia is in regards to a future collab or a new relationship.

let us know your thoughts in the comments below ↓↓

user1 the fact he's already left spain is a bit crazy but pop off i guess

user2 hopefully it's a collab and not a relationship cause he's finally thriving

user3 personal opinion but i would love for lando and y/n cooper to date, i feel like they have such good chemistry !!

⤷ user4 yeah, no! lando should really stay away from that attention seeker. he drives better when she's not at his races.

⤷ user5 he literally got p2 in barcelona, y/n was at said race. and also y/n is the daughter of bradley cooper. i doubt she's friends with lando for attention !!!

⤷ user3 anyways i am hoping for them to eventually date

y/ncooper

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today my dad married the woman of my dreams 😔 but anyways i am so immensely happy that i got to witness the love between my 'parents' 🤗🤍 also i got to have cocktails with bella and kenny j (pinch me i'm screaming)🍸🪩 and can we have a moment of appreciation for my dress 🤩😗

user2 girlie i hope you do realise we can see the last picture 🤔😏

⤷ user1 like we know it's lando !!

gigihadid i am forever grateful for getting to call you family 🤍

⤷ y/ncooper brb i'm sobbing rn 🥲😚

bellahadid next time you're in nyc we are getting cocktails !! 🖤

⤷ y/ncooper screaming without the s rn 😏😗💗

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user3 y/n and lando look so good together (like i predicted) 🥰😗

⤷ user4 i won't lie i did not like the idea of them together at first but honestly they are the hottest couple that might ever grace the paddock !! 🔥❤️‍🔥

user5 the last pic had me falling to my knees in target ❤️‍🔥 they look so unbelievably good together 🧎‍♀️🤤🤤

user6 if they dated the f1 fandom would all fall too their knees anytime lando and y/n were seen together cause holy smoly are they obscenely hot together 🔥🔥🔥🤤

user11 like y/n said "screaming without the s" over the last pic 🤤😏

texts between lando and y/n

lando has posted to their story

maxfewtrell has lando norizz finally secured a girlfriend 😏

⤷ lando hahaha something like that mate

oscarpiastri does this mean i no longer have to hear you moan and groan about her not seeing you as more than a friend !

⤷ lando you don't even know who it is 🤔

⤷ oscarpiastri it's y/n isn't it ?

⤷ lando ....

y/ncooper wow you're really great at keeping things lowkey !! (not)

⤷ lando what? i finally have the woman of my dreams might as well show her off 🤤🤤😍

⤷ y/ncooper you flatter me 😙 also never use that drooling emoji again !!

⤷ lando 🫡

thank you so much again for the request hopefully it was exactly who you wanted it , also let me know if you want a part 2 xx

kisses leah 𖹭.ᐟ

#f1 smau #f1 x reader #f1 #lando norris x reader

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Lustpotion | mattheo riddle

summary: you‘re in a boring relationship with cedric diggory and after his enemy mattheo hits a few nerves with his words, he gives you a potion. what you didn‘t know is that it was a sex and lust potion

warnings: cheating (sorry cedric), mind reading, drugging ( kind of, you drinking an unknown potion he gives you ), fingering, dirty talk, praise, dom!mattheo x sub!reader, unprotected p in v, kiiinda enemy to lovers thingy

notes: i‘m making up for not posting so long with posting this third post in 2 days hehe, english is not my first language

tags: @unicors1993 @atadoddinnit @awh-lillies @idk-simra @onyxwingsandcrowblackdreams @xitsametaphorbrianx @kiwi475

My shoulders heavy and my mind racing, I walked into the common room of my house, Slytherin.

All I wanted in that moment was to fall in bed and sleep through the whole weekend. But Pansy had other plans, apparently, cause my door did not open as I tried to walk in our shared dorm. I groan and bang against the door. "Pansy! Open up!" "Sorry Y/n, Draco's over!" I hear her shouting. Perfect, fucking perfect.

With a frown on my face I walk back into the common room, letting myself fall onto one of the couches, closing my eyes, not even caring who's around.

"Wow, I never thought I would have the honor to spend time with you." I hear a dark voice echoing through the empty common room. I open my eyes and see Mattheo sitting on the opposite couch, now standing up and sitting down on mine but on the other end of it.

I just lazily roll my eyes at him and mutter "Don't flatter yourself, Riddle. You know I'm not here for you." He smirks at my answer and shakes his head slowly. "It's just such a shame that you're with Diggory. You know.. he can't keep up with you." I look at him, confused at the sudden change of subject. " How would you know that?"

"I know a lot more than you think, Y/N. I've been watching you two." "Oh great, so I have a stalker?" I answer sarcastically. There's a chuckle in his throat again. " Just observant. But I noticed something. You're not happy with Diggory, right?"

I scoff at his words and look at him directly. " Of course I am happy with Cedric. Why wouldn't I be? Every girl would be. He's so gentle, soft, sensitive.. a gentlemen." I slowly drift off while I'm talking.

"Yeah that's what you want most people to think but I know something else nobody knows about you two." " Oh enlighten me, please."

"I know you have a thing for troublemakers. A soft spot for those who can make your heart race, and Cedric? He's too perfect for you. You need someone who can challenge you, push your buttons, push you to your limits." I hold eye contact while he speaks, not wanting him to think I back down from this but his words hit a nerve, he just didn't needed to know that.

"How would you know what I really like, Riddle?" I question him, something that goes through my mind the whole time. " I pay attention Y/n, I notice things around me. And trust me when I tell you, you give off all the signs." "Signs?"

"Yes, signs. For example the way you always look at me when we argue, your cheeks getting all flustered. The way your heart races when we're close. Even the dream's you're having about me."

My eyed widen at his last comment and my body stiffens. "You can't hide anything from me." I gulp and shake my head. I told no one about my dreams. Didn't even write them into my diary out of fear someone could read it. There is only one way he could know this and I know that his father, Voldemort, was able to do this. "Did you read my mind? My dreams?"

A big smile spreads across his face. " Maybe, maybe not." Slowly I start to get frustrated with this conversation, showing it on my face. "What do you want Mattheo? Why do you care about all of this so much, hm?"

"Because I see something in you.. something I want to try. Maybe pushing your buttons a little bit." I look at him for a moment, waiting for him to tell me that this is a joke, but he doesn't.

I sigh tired "Doesn't matter, I'm with Cedric." "Is that what you truly want Y/n? Or are you just settling for what everybody expects you to want?" I gulp at his words feeling like they hit a nerve inside me again. "I like him, really.."

"I believe you Y/n, but that doesn't mean you can't have a little fun along the way." I laugh sarcastically at him. " Oh yeah let me guess, that fun would include you? You just want something to rub under Cedric's nose."

"Perhaps.." he admits with a smirk. " But what If I would offer you more than that? What If I could offer you things that Cedric never could? Wouldn't you be curious?"

I swallow, scanning his face before I look away, not knowing what to answer him. He's right tho, I really like Cedric but everything with him is so.. perfect. It bores me to death sometimes.. I just want something more fiercy but I would never admit that to Mattheo.

"You don't have to admit anything." he smirks like a little devil, letting me know he's inside my head. I'm happy that he sits on the other end or else he would feel the heat coming from my body and my heart racing. "What should I do then hm? Great, let me guess.. hopping into bed with you?"

"That's a start.." an arrogant smile on his face. "But I meant more like exploring the unknown together." His gaze flickers over my face, studying my reaction. "I promise you won't regret it."

"The unknown? And what would that be?" "Oh dear, don't you ever wonder what's outside there? What else you might be capable of? I can show you." He comes nearer, sitting in front of me now. "Then show me."

With a devilish grin he leans in even closer, his mouth brushing against my ear, his mouth opening slightly as I think he wants to say something but after a few seconds of waiting and his hot breath tickling my ear, he disappeared into thin air.

In shock I look at the place he just sat on a moment ago, then looking around me. Where the hell is he and how did he do that? "Mattheo?" I ask quietly into the empty room.

There was a soft chuckle that seemed to come from nowhere and then Mattheo reappeared right in front of me. " Suprised ?" he asks with a smirk. " I told you I could show you things."

"How did you-" "It's a talent." he says casually as If it's nothing to disappear into the air. "One you might find useful someday.. but let's concentrate on a little experiment for now." " What experiment?" I ask suspicious.

His voice is smooth as silk as he starts speaking again. " I want you to try something for me.." He holds out his hand in which lays a little bottle, unlabeled and filled with a dark red liquid. "Drink this."

I take it from his hand and look at it a bit closer, noticing sparkles in it. "What is that?"

"Just a little potion. It will open your senses, make you see and feel things differently." he says while watching me carefully. I lick my lips before asking If he made this by himself. "Of course.. I'm skilled in the art of potion-making, as you'll find out soon." he smirks. " Go on..drink it."

I don't know what it is but something inside me, whatever it is, screams at me with full lungs to do it, my fingers twitching as I look at the little phial. I open it, position it at my lips and let the unknown liquid run down my throat.

As I swallow it, I could already feel it heightening my senses, my emotions running wild inside me. I see him watching my face with satisfaction as I visibly tremble in his presence. " That's it.." he whispers, coming closer again. " W-what did you gave me Mattheo?" I stutter out as I feel myself getting warmer under my clothes.

"Just a little something to enhance your experience." he says, his voice filled with dripping lust. " You'll thank me later." Suddenly, without a warning, he leans in and kisses me, his tongue exploring my mouth instantly while slowly pressing me down against the couch.

I gasp into his mouth, feeling all kind of things at once. The potion made every nerve in me more sensitive, leaving me panting just from this kiss. Goosebumps erupt over my body as I slowly feel like I'm on fire.

Mattheo smiled against me, mumbling " It feels like all your senses are heightened, right?" I just nod and answer him with a short breathless "yes". "How does it feel now?" he asks as he presses his body harder against mine, still under him. I whine at the touch and close my eyes, too stunned to speak.

His smirk widens, his eyes gleaming with triumph. My body is trembling against his, every breath I take seems to be for him. "How does it feel?" he repeats his question. " Like..like every touch from you sets me on fire. It's burning.." I gasp again, my cheeks turning red.

"Is that so?" he hums, " Do you want me to make it burn even more?" he whispers in a seductive tone. I just nod, not thinking about my actions anymore. " Please Mattheo, I can't breathe." I feel my lungs getting heavier, just like the rest of my body.

He brings his hand up to my face, cupping my cheek and brushing his thumb over my trembling lip, causing me to shudder against him. " I'll make you scream, princess." he promises with his voice low and intense.

I bite my lip at his statement, my eyes slowly closing. " How long does the potion last?" "They can last for hours." he says with a wicked smile, still brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. He slowly let's it slide past my parted lips. He groans as I suck on it, letting my tongue swirl around it, before he slowly pulls out.

"Mattheo please, I need you." I whine, feeling as If I’m about to explode If he doesn't touch me and give me something. " You need me?" He starts to smile at my words, letting his hand wandering over my body. From my mouth down to my neck, down to my chest further to my stomach. I inhale sharply when his fingers brush my stomach, feeling it already tightening.

Shamelessly he opens my jeans, letting his finger disappear into my slip without hesitation. " You're already so wet for me." he groans as he feels me dripping onto his fingers. "I fucking love it." he mumbles against my lips before he kisses me.

He tugs at the rest of my jeans and slides them down without breaking the kiss, until my pants are gone. He takes of my top, leaving my lips this time and looking at me. "Oh you look so hot right now."

My cheeks get red and hot, my face all flustered. "You look so fucking good baby, fuck." he groans his hand going back inside my slip, his thumb circling my sensitive clit and his fore and middle finger go right inside my pussy, pumping me.

"Oh god Mattheo, it‘s too much!" I whimper loudly as he continues to tease me with his touch. It didn‘t take me long before I come on his fingers, clenching around them.

My nails dig into his arms and leave marks all over them, broken whimpers and screams leave my mouth but before anyone could hear, they were muffled by Mattheo‘s hand over my mouth.

"Shh, we can't have anyone hear this, right?" "I need more Mattheo, please. Fuck me!" I hiss, feeling as If I might die If he doesn‘t"

"Poor baby, all fucked out and I've barely even touched you." he says, smiling down at me and my shaking body. His fingers come back to my pussy but this time they only play with my clit which makes me arch my back and gasping really loudly."N-no.. more.." i stutter out.

"Oh I‘ll give you more." he promises, chuckling low in his throat, unable to resist my pleas. He pulls me closer, our bodies flush against each other. With his free hand, he unbuttoned his own pants, letting out a sharp breath as he feels my wetness against his erection.

My eyes go wide as I look down and see his cock. My mouth hangs open a bit and I feel myself getting even wetter. "I - am I dreaming or is this real?" i ask him, not sure If the potion lets me imagine thing.

He laughs at my words and shakes his head. "It’s real.." he growls. "And you're gonna find out just how fucking real it feels."

Before I could say anything, I feel his thick tip against my entrance, pushing itself inside me with a sudden force that made me roll my eyes back to my brain.

"God, you feel so good, so tight." he moans as he starts to move his hips. I buck my hips up against his, finally feeling full, finally feeling that fire on my skin cool down a little bit. I look around the room, realizing again, that we‘re in the middle of the common room and anybody could just walk outside their dorms and see us. But at that moment I couldn‘t care less, it even turned me on when I‘m being honest.

He leans down to my face and whispers inside my ear " you like that thought of getting caught hm? The thrill of being watched.." I moan even louder at his words that let me know he read my mind again. "Please.." i breathe out.

I felt so drunk.. drunk of him. "I bet you would beg anyone to fuck you right now." he murmured as his eyes roam over my trembling body. "N-no, only you.." i whine and it‘s true. I feel like there is a connection through the potion to him. A desire that only he can satisfy.

"I want to feel you." I beg him as he slowly pumps his cock in and out of me. "You want it rough or smooth?" "Rough." i answer without hesitation.

Mattheo's grin widens and his eyes gleam with lust. "You got it.." he growls, pulling me up and pushing me onto the table in front of him. I gasp at the sudden change.

He ignores the possibility of being caught, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he positions himself at my entrance. He pushes into me hard, filling me completely with one thrust. "Fuck" he groans, starting to move his hips in a steady rhythm.

His lips curl into a devilish smile, his movements becoming more aggressive. "You like it rough, huh?" he asked rhetorically, increasing the pace of his thrusts. I slam my hands down onto the table and try to stabilize myself but it‘s useless. He‘s fucking me like an wild animal, the table wiggling like crazy.

We both feel the intensity of the situation growing, his cock twitching with each thrust and my pussy clenching. "You're mine," he growls, grabbing my hair roughly and pulling my head back. He starts moving faster, almost losing control.

I can‘t answer. His statement reminds me of Cedric for a moment and guilt crashes over me. Mattheo felt a surge of jealousy at the thought of Cedric's name crossing my mind as he reads it again. He slams into me harder, his body trembling with effort. "You belong to me," he repeated through gritted teeth, his eyes locked onto mine.

"I bet he can't fuck you like I can. I can take care of you. You don't need anyone but me."

I still don‘t answer him, pressing my lips together which just angers him more. "You‘ll beg for it." he snarls and lifts my leg over his shoulder, getting even deeper which leads to me squirming and breathing fast.

"I'm going to fuck him out of your smart little brain, understood?" I just nod and claw my nails into his back, leaving marks all over. "Tell me you belong to me." he whispers into my ear, thrusting with more force inside me. "I- I don‘t know.." i whimper as i feel him hitting my soft spot.

"What would he think If he could see you right now, hm?" he taunts over me and smiles, scanning my face and body. "Such a little slut for me.“

I scream his name, muffling it with my own hand as I feel myself getting close. "I need to come, please. I'll do anything!" "Say it." he says, his hips getting slower, teasing me.

"I - I‘m yours Mattheo. I belong to you." I cry out as he thrust inside of me like a mad men. "Come for me princess." he moans, his thumb going over my clit again. My eyes roll back once again as he hits my cervix, fucking me speechless.

"Bite me." I look at him confused before he repeats himself. "Bite into my shoulder when you come."

With a brutal pace he slams his cock inside me, leaving me dumb and brainless as he chases his own release. A broken sob comes out of my throat and my stomach twists in the best way ever as i come around his throbbing cock, milking him. I do as he told me to and bite into his shoulder as I scream.

I feel him release inside of me, pumping me full with his cum and painting my walls with his hot seed. He holds me in place, making sure I take every last drop of him.

"So good for me, look at how much you came." he whispers as he pulls his cock out, looking at our mixed juices. I look down and the picture sends shivers down my spine.

"I - uh.. I might have left a few marks." I admit kinda shy as I feel the potion flowing out of my system.

" I must say, you are quite the little cockslut." he said, admiring the mess between my legs and my work on his back and arms. He leans down and whispers into my ear. "Now clean up and go to sleep princess. You‘ll sit with me at breakfast."

"But - I sit with Cedric every time." "Well, that‘s too bad, cause you‘re sitting with me tomorrow." he says, knowing how mich he will get under Cedric‘s skin with this. "And remember, If you don‘t show up I will find you." he says, daring me to argue with him.

— next morning —

As I walk into the great hall, my heart keeps pounding in my chest like its about to explode. My hands are twitching and I couldn‘t hide my nervousness on my face.

I fell asleep last night with an sore aching pussy and a dream that about Mattheo that was .. well, interesting. But I bet he already read my thoughts and dreams I had. Damn, I really had to do something about that later.

I gulp as I walk further into the Hall, standing still as I look over all the four tables. At first I look over to the Hufflepuff table with Cedric sitting on it. He smiles at me as he notices me. That perfect smile.

Then I looked over to my table, seeing Mattheo‘s eyes were already on me. He looks at me with daring eyes, gleaming with lust and power.

Suddenly I hear a voice inside my head, whispering. "Don‘t even think about it my little cockslut." I bite my lip at the choice of his words. I look over to Cedric again, sending him an apologetic look before walking over to an arrogant looking Mattheo, smiling smugly at Cedric.

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thank you so much for reading! Comment down beloe If you wanna get tagged in part 2 cause there will be one.. suprise: sub!mattheo 👀

thank you also for every kind of support 😚

xoxo sarah <3

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