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[a-n-o-n-y-m-o-u-s-a-u-t-h-o-r]

Late nights

Harvey x Reader

Cis m x Cis f

Rating: M

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For the fourth night this week you’ve made dinner, eaten said dinner, and cleaned up all the dishes used before your husband got home. And it’s only Wednesday.

Harvey’s a busy man for sure, a doctor? The only doctor in the entire town? For sure. For sure.

But you’d noticed him extra tired lately. He gets home and goes straight to bed. You know more checkups happen in the winter, so it’s only natural for him to be more busy… but you feel helpless not being able to ease his tension.

So you made a hasty decision: brave the snow and go visit him.

The hospital- as you suspected- is locked, so you take out the spare key given for emergencies (that of which you consider this to be) and let yourself in, making sure to lock up behind you. Walking down the hall to your husbands office you find him hunched over a desk likely crunching numbers and tapping a pen against his head, his hair a mess from grabbing at it at every frustration. He doesn’t notice you just yet.

“That’s two… no… three hundred under from last years… but if I count sales- it’s- even more?!”

He sighs again and seems ready to break down. That’s when you clear your throat and he whips around.

“Closed!- wait- y/n? W-what are you doing here? I was- uh- really just about to leave- it’s surely not that late it’s-“

He looks at the clock and his eyes widen, stunned.

“T-Ten fifty seven?!”

He slumps in his chair with a sigh, taking off his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose before slipping them back on.

“I-I’m terribly sorry sweetheart.. I just get so caught up in work sometimes and-“

This time you cut him off.

“Honey, I’m not mad”

“-it becomes a lot to handle- wait you aren’t mad?” He stutters and stops, blinking a few times. You shake your head and walk over to him, stopping in front of him and cupping his cheek in your palm.

“No, I’m just worried” you explain gently, rubbing his cheek with your thumb. He sighs and leans into your palm, giving it a soft kiss of appreciation and then rubbing the back of it with his own hand.

“You don’t need to worry dear I can assure you I’m alright-“ he starts, to which you shake your head and tsk a few times.

“You’ve been overworking yourself. When’s the last time you relaxed?”

“Honey you must understand it’s not so easy to take a break when-“

So you cut him off again. If he can’t take a break you’ll just have to help him while he works.

You pull away, looking to his papers.

“Okay, continue”

By your tone he knows you’re up to no good.

“Are you sure you don’t want to wait at home? This could take me a few more hours…” he says, a bit ashamed of himself. How could he let his work pile up so much? Stress him out so much??? No matter. You shake your head.

“By all means I’m already here, I’ll keep you company. Continue.” You repeat yourself. He gulps, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly before he nods and gets back to work. As he works you watch patiently for a while, seeing as he gets more and more frustrated but clearly tries to rein it in since you’re here now. After 10 minutes you get up, walking over and without letting him question you- get down and crawl under his desk. He sputters and backs up his chair.

“Y/N- w-what are you doing? My goodness-“

You carefully grab the legs of the chair and pull it back in, looking up at him and tilting your head.

“What? Don’t mind me. Go back to working”

“Wh- I- I hardly could if I wanted to- I- whats your plan- I-i know when you’re up to s-“

“Harvey. Work.”

At your tone he knows you’re serious. As he should. After all he’s left you to eat dinner all on your own the last four nights.

So as he goes back to work you just sit there for a few more minutes, and then finally decide he’s too stressed, placing your hands on his knees and gently pushing them apart. His breath hitches.

“Y-Y/n?” He stammers, but you shush him. He seems to realize what you plan on doing when your hands start rubbing up his thighs, making sure he’s nice and comfortable.

“Y/N I won’t be able to focus” he lightly protests, but you can hear the slight hint of hesitation in his voice. He needs this.

“Harvey, you can keep working, but I want to help you relax.”

“You really don’t have to-“

“I know I don’t have to I want to.” You solidify your response by placing your cheek on his thigh. And much to your happiness you see the crotch area of his pants twitch slightly.

“Y/N there is simply no need-“

“Harvey, would you let me?” You suddenly ask, looking up at him. He looks down, confused.

“What?”

“I want to help you. Will you let me? You can say no. I just-“

You sigh. How do you explain this to him?

“I miss you. And I worry for you. And I just want you to take care of yourself for once.. and-“

He shushes you gently and smiles.

“..If you really insist- I… suppose I wouldn’t be opposed-“

“Harvey is that a yes?”

He chuckles softly and nods.

“Y-Yes.. it’s a yes”

And the way your face lights up makes him smile in return. You watch him attempt to at least pretend going back to work and eagerly continue your own act, rubbing his thighs and laying your chin on one of his knees.

Your hands wander up and gently you palm at his crotch. He audibly gasps but quickly clears his throat to cover it up. His belt leaves his waist as you deposit it next to you, then goes the top button of his pants… and then you lean your chin on his crotch. He looks down at you for only a split second and boy the sight he gets when he sees you with his zipper between your teeth? He can’t help but mutter something under his breath you can only assume is an obscenity you can tease him for later, but not now. Now is his time.

You pull his zipper down and see the already half-hardened form in his boxers, it straining slightly against the fabric. You carefully slip him out through the front and give him a few pumps to help out, watching with awe as he stiffens in your hand. It’s always a favorite of yours to watch. As you listen to the sound of pencil on paper you let out a soft, hot breath against his shaft, reveling in the way his leg slightly jerks before he calms again. Taking it slow for his sake, you start with soft kisses on his thighs leading to his center, also planting soft kisses up the length of him. When you get to the underside of the tip you pause for a moment before giving a flick of your tongue, causing him to almost hiss as one hand moves down and almost dares to grab at you- but you know Harvey is more reserved, more restrained. So he doesn’t. With your hands still rubbing his thighs, you slowly engulf the tip of him in your mouth and hear as he moans into his arm from above.

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Another cut off project because I have no idea what I’m doing but I might continue this in a p.2 later

[a-n-o-n-y-m-o-u-s-a-u-t-h-o-r]

Test subject

Jayce x reader

Cis m x Cis f

Rating: M

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It was an evening like every other. You hunched over your alchemy table, and your two lab partners- one of which your romantic partner- bickering about their newest innovative hextech and how they should introduce the idea to Heimerdinger. Usually you mind your business, but their squabbling got pretty loud. It ended with Viktor shooing Jayce away, to which the dejected man sulked to your side of the lab.

Peeking over your shoulder as you work he curiously eyes the concoction you’re working on. Of course this isn’t anything revolutionary- in fact you’re slightly ashamed to say it’s a personal indulgence.

“What’re you working on, y/n?” He innocently asks, leaning his head on your shoulder. You don’t answer him, making sure to add just the right amount of vanilla scent to the potion as it then slowly fades to a simmering pink color. Your potion was a success! Exactly as you imagined it.

Look wise at least. You have no way to tell if it works unless…

Turning to Jayce he sees the glint in your eyes.

“How would you like to find out?”

Immediately he furrows his brow, reluctance on his face as well as suspicion at your overly eager expression. Deciding its only polite, you elaborate.

“It’s supposed to be an aphrodisiac. One that should be very effective in making long nights last much longer- and with a bit of a kick to help if said user is exhausted from say… a long day at the lab?” You add that last bit in hopes he’ll pick up on it. He does, his face and most of his ears now burning a shade of red. You both hear Viktor scoff from the other side of the lab however, betraying the bit of privacy you assumed you had after their bickering.

“If you two insist on testing your potions might I ask you do so in private? I have much to work on if we want this prototype to be perfect.”

Jayce and you both chuckle slightly as he sighs.

“I don’t know. How long will this last..?”

You hum contemplatively, tapping your chin as you swirl the elixer in your hand. You simply shrug.

“Dunno, at least the night, at most? Hm…”

You smile to yourself at the thought of Jayce all hot and bothered for longer than one night. It’s the slight bit of sadomasochism in you, but your partner knows this all too well.

“You have to promise to keep watch until we are sure it’s worn off.” He says, a little hushed and definitely embarrassed. After all, you can tell how excited this concept is making him.

You nod your head as you both walk out, the elixer tucked away safely in your pocket. Once you make it towards the staff faculty housing you slip into your home, opting for it over Jayce’s apartment. As you lock up the door you see Jayce already starting to tidy up your living space. With a roll of your eyes you stop him.

“You know you don’t have to do that” You attempt to protest but the stubborn man simply shakes his head and continues. Eventually your place is tidy enough for him to stop worrying as he joins you in the bedroom where you’ve been waiting about 20 minutes now.

Part of you wants the potion to last longer so he has no choice but to relax instead of working or worrying.

So when he sits down and you present the potion you make it clear:

“Take the whole thing, I need to know how to measure amounts based on how long it lasts if it works”

He nods, no longer hesitant since it’s now just the two of you alone, and pops the cork. A small waft of flowers you added purely for cosmetic purposes fills the air. He smiles.

“Well, bottoms up” he raises the vial and in a swift yet slightly reckless decision downs it. You wait eagerly as does he, wanting to spot exactly when this concoction kicks in. After about ten minutes though you grow frustrated, assuming it a failure.

“I don’t get it. My potions kick in after five minutes tops, TOPS! What did I do wrong?”

You pace, contemplating your ingredients as Jayce clears his throat.

“Y/N?”

“I mean I could’ve added more rosemary…”

You don’t hear your partners tone. Or notice him slightly squirming.

“Y/N?” He repeats.

“I mean honestly what could have gone wrong?”

Taking out your small list of ingredients you used you look through it. Rosemary, vanilla, hell you threw in some rose petal extract because you figured it would help. And as you continue reading your light source is suddenly blocked. As you go to turn you then feel a weight on your back, your partner pressed snugly to you with his arms around your waist. Not to mention the obvious hardening you feel against your ass…

“Y/N, It’s working..” He says, a bit breathy against your neck. You pause for a moment to process what he’s saying but apparently your pause is too long for him as he starts kissing your neck, sloppy and desperate.

By the time you finally process it was not a fail and simply took longer than your other potions, you can’t focus long enough to celebrate as Jayce’s hands have started roaming your body. His fingers on one hand graze down your side, resting his palm on your hip and teasing the waistband of your pants while the other moves up, holding your chin and tilting your head to make room for more kisses. Your breath catches slightly as he nips your purse point, not hard but just because he knows you enjoy it.

“Jayce-“ you start saying before the waistband of your pants snaps against your hips gently, his fingers playing with the elastic.

“Y/N please.. I need you.”

And that’s all it took for you to give in. The needy sound of your boyfriend pleading to you. For you. You nod a few times.

“Alright.. I told you I’d help. Now let’s see how this works stamina-“

Before you could finish your sentence you squeak as you’re pushed towards your very own desk. Hands bracing yourself on the edge as he takes a step back and runs his hands down your sides, resting them on your hips before letting out a shuddered, needy groan. He slides his hands back up, pulling your shirt with it and over your head. His hands make quick work of the bra you have on and then take their place to cup you, kneading the soft skin with his chest once again pressed to your back. Soft pants can be heard from you, and he’s loving them.

“Need… more” he murmurs against your neck and kisses just under your ear, keeping one hand on your breast as the other slides to your pants and gently coaxes them down.

Now. You had planned for this potion to be done today. You had planned for him to be your test subject. And you also planned for this. So when he pulls down your pants and sees you decided to wear a nice pair of lace for him? He practically moans, his hands running along your mound and ass respectively in admiration.

“My god… Y/N, you never cease to amaze me” he says with a bit of a smile as he gropes the skin. You can’t help but let out a soft gasp, your skin sensitive. As he finally slips a hand past the panties he wastes no time sliding a finger through your slick and teasing you, gently grazing your entrance with two of his fingers and squeezing your ass with his other hand. You can’t help but whimper a bit, but you feel him tense up suddenly. He pulls away, making you scoff a bit in protest only to be pushed down a little more so you’re bent over.

“S-Sorry Y/N… this is driving me crazy. I can’t wait any longer”

You hear the undoing of his belt then squeak a bit when he takes your wrists off the table, holding them behind your back. He almost waits for permission but then goes ahead and does it anyways, the belt looping your wrists and securing your hands to your back. Despite him not needing permission, you nod anyways to let him know it’s alright. He presses a hand on your back to keep you down and the other you can only assume is being used to free himself, the button and zipper sound you hear only solidifying that belief.

Jayce is a gentle lover. A pleasure top if you will. He does whatever you want him to. It’s his favorite thing in the world to make you feel orgasmic.

But the second he gets his dick out you feel him slide it along your slit once, probably to get it a nice coating, and then immediately push in. You gasp, the head of his cock successfully slipping in with no problem as he takes a second to let you breathe before pushing the rest in all at once. And Jayce isn’t a small man. You both moan, yours rather high pitched while his is a deep groan mixed with a moan. The way his hands squeeze your skin makes you throb, and he can feel it against himself.

“S-Shit… are you okay y/n?” He asks, clearly worried despite the desperation in his tone. Truth is you were just impaled suddenly by your partner, but you actually really- REALLY enjoyed the sudden change from his normal reserve. You wouldn’t tell him that though, but the ever so observant Jayce feels you gently clench at his question before you nod. He blinks a bit with surprise, normally you’re more bold.. more demanding, more- dominant.

Just as you’re catching your bearings he rocks back and then thrusts in with a force you aren’t used to. You choke out a moan as he pants over you. And fuck does it feel good.

“This… this alright?” He asks and does it again. The sound of the heavy skin on skin slap echoes for a second. You grunt again and bite your lip to keep from sounding too pathetic. When you give a nod however he doesn’t seem to accept it, leaning his face close to your ear and gently grasping your hair.

“I need a yes.”

Releasing your bottom lip just to try and reply is when he decides it’s the best moment to give another sharp thrust in. You moan out, unable to muffle yourself in time.

“Yes- hh-“

And he takes that verbal confirmation as a go ahead. He stands again, one hand tangled in your hair still and the other on your ass as he starts up with his fast, rough pace. The room is filled with the sounds of your moans, skin on skin contact, and moans of his own. He’s rougher than usual and it’s making you want more of this. As you imagine all the things you both could do you clench around him a bit, causing him to moan a bit louder with a muttered curse in there as he gently pulls your hair.

“Ha… what are you thinking about down there…?” He pants out, not breaking his pace. He seems to notice somethings on your mind as you squirm slightly when he questions. When you refuse to answer he leans closer, his hand on your ass sliding down a little to your hip.

“You know you can tell me.. i can’t make you happy if I don’t know what you want” he almost whispers in your ear as his hand that was trailing lands a few featherlight grazes on your clit, causing you to jolt slightly and moan again. Against all better judgement, you vocalize.

“..Rougher” you manage to choke out, which causes him to pause in his pursuit. He seems surprised but doesn’t question it as another shiver goes down his spine, egging him on. He stands again and this time pulls you up so your back is arched, still mostly against the desk but your ear up by his face now.

“You sure about that…?” He questions to which you nod a few times. He sighs and nods.

“Tell me what you want. Whatever you say I’ll do”

And with that he gets back to it, thrusting hard and fast at this new angle that helps him prod at a rather sensitive spot of yours. You choke out a soundless cry, more of a gasp, as he relentlessly continues. Whimpering, you speak your mind.

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Okay I’ve lost where to go with this uh tell me if you liked it and if you have any suggestions on how to continue I will, or I’ll just edit this later and add to it so uhh leave suggestions!

[a-n-o-n-y-m-o-u-s-a-u-t-h-o-r]

Intro

You can call me Sage.

I’ll use this account to post oneshots or little snippets of inspiration

Trying to start writing again after a very extensive addiction to AI that likely fucked up my writing style, so any encouragement helps

RATING GUIDE:

E - Safe for work, for everyone- likely fluff or stupid stuff

A- angst, but also sfw

M- Mature, sexual or graphic

DD - likely won’t use but this is for dead dove. (dead dove do not eat meaning hey this shits crazy as fuck don’t read if you aren’t prepared)

Fandoms:

My little pony

Arcane

Undertale

Stardew Valley

BG3

Steven universe

Will add more if I remember

Feel free to uh request but I doubt I’m good enough for that haha