#chamber x reader smut

[yuikira]

Meanie.ᐟ

Mean!men who want you on all fours and in their favorite lingerie after coming back from work.

Mean!men who are the biggest tease, taking their sweet sweet time to open their package (a.k.a you) and relish the sweet sweet taste.

Mean!men who love to put you on all fours and spank your cutesy little butt until it's red.

Mean!men who claim that it'll fit. And if it won't, they'll make it fit.

Mean!men who do not care if you feel torn apart from their gigantic cock, they know their baby can take it.

Mean!men who pull out at the very last moment and cum on your stomach, when you (desperately) wanted him to breed you full tonight.

Mean!men who coo and laugh at their whining baby, assuring them that they gotta be patient and will get what they want in due time.

"Awww baby are those tears? You cryin' for me, pretty girl?" he coos at your desperate state, tied up and tears flooding down your eyes. You just wanted to play with him for a little bit, but how did it and up like this?

"Shhh love.... you'll get what you want in due time.." he mumurs, wiping off the fat tears off your face and kissing the bridge of your nose. Your trembling beneath him, deprived of 4 orgasms non stop and holding a vibrator to your clit while tears stream down your face was such an exquisite sight to behold. Perhaps you wouldn't mind if it went on for a little longer like this.

-gojo Satoru, geto Suguru, Kaeya, Childe, Ayato, Aventurine, Sunday, CHAMBER CHAMBER CHAMBER, Yoru + your favs.

[l0serloki]

Can i ask for a chamber nsfw where he catches the reader pleasing herself to him-- i'm so sorry m having- such bad chamber brainrot🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

Spying

Chamber x Reader

Chamber finds you avoiding him and tries to find out why. Only to see something very scandalous..

CW : SMUT, f!reader, chamber masturbating/watching without reader knowing (for a bit), oral (m!receiving), exhibitionism (?)

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When you had joined the protocol you thought it would be more like an army. A job. But it turns out, it was more like a small family. You were all always around eachother and picked up on how everyone liked things. And as much as you liked that, it was also an issue. 

The issue being the hot Frenchman who everyone seemed to ignore. You had grown quite close with him, being the agent right before him to join. A lot of others had joined after but it was obvious that you two were a duo - like Phoenix and Jett. It was great but now it wasn’t. For one simple reason. 

You liked Chamber.

God. You didn’t know how to stop the feelings and each day was torture as he came in. Rubbing your shoulder and telling you about his guns. His stupidly attractive voice whispering nonsense out as you tried to control your damn heart.

“Are you listening, Y/N? Would you like me to make you one?” Chamber’s fingers tapped at the table in front of you and you snapped out of your daze. You coughed awkwardly as you shook your head. Your eyes couldn’t help but notice the veins protruding from his nice shirt and underneath his watch..

“Uh.. That’s okay Vin.” You waved his offer away and he sighed. 

“I don’t offer that for just anyone. I think building you a new gun might be beneficial-“ He continued, his fingers digging into the wooden surface, his arms practically begging for attention. 

You stood up rapidly and mumbled out a quick apology.

“We can talk about this later! I-I just realized there’s something I didn’t finish!” 

Your body quickly made its way to your room, shutting the door with extreme speed. You laid down in your bed thinking about ways to deal with this annoying crush on the Frenchman.

You could just tell him.. No. Why in the world would you do that?! You were his only friend in this place. And if it got awkward and you couldn’t see his cute face. Seeing his eyes light up with excitement over his guns or his new little hobbies. Bringing you food and sweets to see your reaction. The soft touches and care he gives you.

You had to do something. At least to calm yourself in this moment. Your hand traveled down your body and under your pants as you imagined Chambers face. It was wrong to do this. But you couldn’t stop yourself.

—

Chamber had not expected such a reaction from you. He had just offered to build you a gun? Maybe he had finally hit the line of where you were uncomfortable with him? Maybe his affection was too much?

“Wait..!” He yelled out but you were already half way down the hall. He debated following after you but he decided to give you a bit of time. He finished up his coffee and got up, making his way over to your door. His hand balled into a fist as he went to knock and instead stopped. There was mumbled noises coming through the door that he couldn’t place. Were you crying? 

He knew it wasn’t right to enter before knocking but he did anyway. His hand pushed open the door just a smidge as he surveyed the room. His eyes widened as the sounds got clearer and the view was quite different. His pants suddenly felt very tight as he watched you work open your cunt, his name falling off your lips perfectly.

“Vincent..” You cried out and he pushed his face against the door frame. He wanted to say something but then he would be a creep, no? Either way his options weren’t the best and part of him wanted to continue watching your little show. His hands worked at the zipper of his slacks as he pulled out his hard on, watching as you added another finger.

“Good girl..” His voice all but whispered as he began to palm himself in motion with you. His pace got faster as he watched you work yourself open with precision. You were so beautiful, falling apart just for him.

“Mm..” You moaned out as you got close and Chamber’s eyes didn’t blink once. He needed to see your face as you came apart.

“Vincent!” You cried out as you spasmed and his fist got tighter as he jizzed over himself. He quickly grabbed at his handkerchief and cleaned off his hand before silently pulling your door back shut. It wouldn’t hurt for you to not know about his check-ins on you, right?

—

This happened going on two weeks now. He got down a pattern of what to say to tease you into leaving quickly. He would stand and watch and feel disgusted with himself but he couldn’t stop. He needed to watch you fuck yourself, it was for him after all.

But today was not like the usual. The moment he peeked through the door you were in your desk chair and not your bed. Your pussy on full view for him as you began your motions. He could feel himself throb at the sight alone. It was more dangerous this way, if you even happened to look up you would see him standing there touching himself to you. And you would hate him. But he still went ahead with it.

“Oh Vincent…” Your head fell back in the chair as your pace was slower. More gentle. Your fingers opened yourself up to his view and he could feel himself growing closer just from that alone. You were so wet. And twitching just for him. He could only imagine putting his cock between your sweet folds.

“Keep going darling.” His voice barely even whispered as you continued. You both lasted a few minutes, teasing your bodies till you both were on the edge. He was seconds away from cumming when he heard you.

“C-come fuck me now. Stop watching.” Your eyes met his through the door as you pleaded and his body stopped. He couldn’t even move as he realized. You knew and you wanted him to watch.

“Naughty girl. You knew.” Chamber enters your room, his cock still in hand as he shuts your bedroom door. “My dick isn’t going to suck itself princess.” He tuts and you can only roll your eyes as you walk over to him.

You slowly fall on your knees as you keep eye contact. He only grins as he taps your lips with his cock.

“Go on. Taste what you’ve been wanting.”

Your lips slowly wrap around the angry tip, his precum filling your senses. You could only moan as you feel his hands grip at your hair, trying to pull you down.

“So demanding.” You choke out and he only groans.

“You like it. So take my cock like the good girl you are.” His voice is hoarse as your hand massages his balls, slipping your tongue up and down the shaft.

“And if I don’t?” You tease and his eyes narrow.

“If you don’t I will walk out and never fuck you darling. That is a promise.”

You knew he was dead serious with his tone so you got to work. He was right, you did like it and you wanted him. You had wanted him going on weeks now. Watching his careful eyes through the crevice of the door as you fucked yourself. It drove you mad.

“Mmm that’s it.” Chamber grunted as your mouth went up and down on his cock. Drool spilled past your lips as your nose brushed the small hairs around his base. Your hands gripped at the back of his legs as he fucked your face.

It only took a bit before he was spilling his hot load down your throat, moans leaving his lips. He was quick to recover, looking down on you with a wicked grin.

“It’s time I give you what you want, no?” Chamber gripped you up, wrapping one of his arms around your waist. His cock teased through your folds as your breaths became staggered.

Finally.

He wasted no time to push himself into your wet cavern, letting himself indulge in what he had been watching for weeks.

“You’re so tight mon amour.. Please.” He choked out as he feels your cunt gripping against him. You try to relax as he takes his sweet time with a few tester thrusts. Ultimately Chamber couldn’t take it and began a rough pace.

“Vincent..” Your voice cracks as you feel him everywhere. His hand holding you in place as his other one kneads at your tits. 

“I know. I’m almost there too.” He coos into your ear as his pace gets erratic. You can feel yourself teetering on the edge. All of those weeks of teasing had been worth it just for this one moment alone.

“Vincent m’ cumming!” You cry out as you clamp down on him. Moans echo across the room as he joins you in euphoria. 

He falls onto the bed with you, staring over with a little smile. You can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

“So you like me too?” You say and he rolls his eyes.

“Where did you get that idea from mon cœur?” His voice is sarcastic as he moves a strand of hair away from your face. You only snort as you cuddle up against him.

“You’re mine now.” You demand and he only hums.

“All yours."

[succubus-nightmares]

•☆~☆• Sinful Thoughts: Cockwarming - Multi •☆~☆•

Nsfw - 18+ only - Minors/Ageless blogs you will be blocked

Reyna wouldn’t use it for long but she loves to see you squirm on her strap. All she wants is to hear you beg, she lives for it

Cypher would let you while he works taking short breaks to let you slowly ride.

Yoru and Phoenix are too impatient. Neither of them could wait long whether they were using it as a form of punishment or just genuinely wanted to try it out. They wouldn’t last more than a minute before desperately thrusting into you

Viper isn’t interested in having you cockwarm a strap for her. Now live entertainment of you riding something while she works is more for her. Your pretty sounds help her concentrate.

Chamber could care less whether you beg to move or stay still while he enjoys a book. He just wants to feel you wrapped around him. He wants to be as close as possible to you.

[crimsonbubble]

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, marking, clit play, fingering, overstimulation, implied hand kink, implied glove kink, praise *not proofread, just pure horny

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his hands in this video oml I wanna scream

just imagine simply doing anything around him, only to feel his hands travel up your thighs getting closer and closer to your center. your body shivering as he carefully spreads your legs, positioning himself between them. the rough material of his gloves dragging over you skin as he squeezes the flesh of your thighs.

your body heats up as his ghosts his fingers over your slit, turning his hand to press his palm against your clit. the sudden pressure sends jolts of electric fire through your veins, your breath labored. he let's out a breathy chuckle, slowly moving his hand in a circle, watching as your hips move against his hand.

you buck up against his palm, a warmth settling in your stomach. "you seem to be enjoying this very much, mon ange." the teasing lilt to his tone never left as he watched you moan and shake before him. he pressed down harder on your clit, quickening his pace. your hands clutch at the sheets, desperately trying to ground yourself before you float into cloud nine.

your eyes roll back as more slick gushes out of you, staining your panties. his hands moves away while he leans down and presses gentle kisses to your cheeks and neck. "just a few more, yes?" your chest is heaving with each intake of breath, watching with blurry eyes as vincent pulls your pants down your legs. as you shift your hips you can practically feel how your panties stuck to your wet cunt.

his hands are on your heat as soon as he tosses your pants somewhere else, his fingers work circles on your clit while his mouth bites and sucks deep reds into your neck and shoulder. your hands shift to clutch at his shoulders, your nails digging into the pristine fabric of his vest. vincent's free hand slides under your skin, resting against your stomach.

with each circle of his fingers, it's a step closer to another body numbing orgasm. pulling away from your neck, he presses a kiss to each mark, leaning back on his knees to watch as your eyes flutter, mouth agape as your back arches off the bed. "such a good girl for me, darling." you lay boneless on his bed, a flustered heat spreading across your face.

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[coryosbaby]

Mascara || T. Riddle

Fandom: ‘Harry Potter’

Pairing: Young! Tom Riddle x fem! Ravenclaw! Reader

｡.｡ ♡ Content warning . Public sex, praise & degradation, cum play, sub! Reader, dom! Tom

Notes: set in modern day Hogwarts. I never thought i’d want to fuck Voldemort but here we are.

Your feet patter softly against the tile floors of Hogwarts, a book clutched tightly in your arms as you make your way towards the school’s library. It’s a rainy night, incredibly quiet and empty. The other students are at dinner, and you’ve decided to skip out to study for your OWLs. When you open the big wooden doors to the library, the smell of printed ink and old pages invites you further in.

The first thing you notice, when you close the doors behind you and take sight of the room, is that the librarian, Madam Pince, is no where to be found. She must be on her break.

The second thing you notice is the boy sitting in the darkest corner of the room.

You know of the familiar brunette— of course you do. Who wouldn’t? Tom Riddle is a popular slytherin well known for his cunningness, his intelligence, his ability to speak native tongues— and sometimes, his temper. A ravenclaw yourself, you try to steer clear of him. Slytherins usually don’t take politely to anyone outside of their house. Not to mention the fact that you scored the top of your class, with him coming in close second. You suspect that he hates you for that.

He catches your gaze, brown eyes with the resemblance of a serpent. He looks back down at his book, seeming bored.

You let out a breath of air.

You slide your book into the return bin, timidly moving to the shelf about Potions. Snape has been really hassling you lately on your grades, and you really need to turn your B+ into a perfect A. Your fingertips skim over the leathered binds, reading title after title. A voice behind you makes you jump.

“If you’re studying for Snape’s final, I’d recommend ‘Advanced Potion Making’. It will tell you all you need to know.”

His voice is an angelic lilt, though you know that is not in any way what he resembles. The fact that he’s helping you stumps you into utter confusion, and heat creeps up your neck. You nod to him as you begin searching for the book.

To no avail. Your eyes search every bind, every word, but your focus has been diluted because of Tom speaking to you. He sighs, almost annoyed.

He appears beside you, much to your surprise. You nervously bite your lip as he finds the exact book he recommended and pushes it into your hands.

“Chapter nine. I would’ve thought a girl of your ranking in our class would know this already.”

Your brows furrow, embarrassment coursing through you as he sits back down and resumes his tasks. You nervously fumble with the book.

“Thank you.” You reply, because you had been taught proper manners. He scoffs, flicking through the pages of his book. You can’t read the title, though the cover is quite off put ish and dark. Perhaps he had snuck into the restricted section.

“Don’t.”

You frown, though your mind is peaking with curiosity. He seems rude, but he was trying to help you. Maybe there’s something nice under there, after all. Your body is stiff as you sit across from him at the table, silently pleading to God that the boy across from you won’t put a nasty hex on you.

“You don’t have to be rude, you know.”

It slips out of your lips, quiet and unsure. Tom’s eyes narrow at you.

“And as well as that, you don’t have to sit across from me.”

“Perhaps I want to. Perhaps you need a friend.”

“A friend?” He chuckles dryly, his gaze travelling down to your robes. You try to ignore the heat creeping between your legs. “We aren’t going to be friends.”

His insinuation is thick, dangerous. Your heart pounds out of your chest at this unexpected turn of your study hour. You gulp, looking down at the pages.

“Very well then. But since I’ve already sat down, I might as well continue my book here.”

“Or we could continue this conversation in my dorm room.”

He says it smoothly, with no fear or utmost insecurity.

“What?” You blanch, stuttering on your syllables. Tom smirks.

“A smart girl like you, and you can’t even comprehend a single sentence,” he says, his body beginning to move out of his chair. “‘S pathetic, really…”

You breath hitches as his tall form towers over you. Your fingertips grasp the sides of your chair as he leans in close.

“Tom,” you start, warningly. He quirks a brow.

“No?” He questions, and then after a moment, staring into your doe eyes, it dawns on him. His mouth forms into a grin. “Oh, you want it here, don’t you? You want it right here.”

His lips brush just inches over your pouty lips, and you wonder how in the hell you got into this situation and why this slytherin boy is making such a sudden move on you. But knowing Tom, it’s probably out of boredom. Out of the desire for a hook up.

You don’t mind it. Not really, not anymore, because all your protests are ripped away from you when he presses his lips to yours. It’s not tender or sweet, it’s full of sharp teeth and unfiltered lust. His hands rest on your chin, gripping your head so you can’t escape his kiss— can’t escape him.

Your tongue is about to graze his lips when he pulls away. His fingers grasp your shoulder and pull you up to your feet. You stumble, your legs shaky from just a couple of kisses. You gasp when he spins you around and presses your face against one of the nearest bookshelves. His big hands wrap around your wrists and hold them behind your back.

“I don’t want to hear any complaints from you. Do you understand me?” He whispers, his hands reaching down to lift up your robes. “If I do, I’ll leave you here drenched, your clothes gone, with your holes freshly fucked and on display for the entire school to see. Do you understand me?”

You nod instantly. You know that these aren’t empty threats; when Tom says he’s going to do something, he’ll do it.

When he pulls up your robes, taking in the sight of your pretty pink thong, he lets out a sharp breath.

“Prepared, weren’t you?”

You let out a whine, knowing that no, this wasn’t intentional. Tom just caught you on a specific type of day. But looking on it now, maybe the universe was being in your favor when you decided to pick out the flimsy undergarment.

Tom slips the hem of your robes into your hands.

“Hold it.” He commands, and you’re quick to comply.

His hardness presses against you, clothed still but his robes are lifted so he can rut against you in his briefs. It isn’t long before he’s pulling them down past his thighs, his cock sprinting up into the air as he places himself against you once again. You can’t help but drip with need, canting your hips back against him. His cock presses in between the seam of your ass, and you rub against him like a bitch in heat.

And just like a bitch in heat, you purr.

“Tommy..” you let out, and his grip on your hips tighten. “Please?”

He scoffs at the nickname, though his bottom lip is caught roughly between his teeth and he’s trying to contain himself. He wraps his hand around his awaiting length, parts your thighs with the other, and slides his dick up against your throughly aroused pussy.

He’s warm, sticky. You wish you could’ve seen him before this, seen that thing that feels oh so heavy between your legs, but it’ll have to wait. Hopefully, there will be a next time.

When he slides in, it stretches you obscenely. This isn’t your first time, but there’s a burning sensation as he enters you. He’s got the perfect amount of thickness and length to pull a moan deep from your throat.

He doesn’t start slow. His hips smack against yours at a rapid pace, small grunts leaving his silky lips as he uses you like a common whore. Your hands grip your robes and the bookshelf at the same time, trying to keep steady as Tom fills you to the brim. He noses along your jaw and leaves wet, open kisses there. You mewl when he bites down harshly and sucks a mark into your skin.

“Such a tight little cunt you have,” Tom breathes, his fingertips bruising your hips. “Look at you, such a slut for my cock. Does it feel good? Tell me, tell me how it feels.”

Your thighs squeeze him, your mouth gaping open in utter ecstasy. Your words are caught in your throat, but Tom is quick to force them out of you with a spank to your ass. You moan, your forehead pressing against the bookshelf’s wooden edge.

“Yes! Yes, it feels so good…” you slur, entranced by the spice of his cologne and the feeling of his girthy length splitting you open. He grunts, bucking his hips into you with vigor.

“And I bet it’s the best you’ve had, isn’t it? All those other boys can’t do it for you. I’m the only one that fucks you this good.”

It’s true, and when his cockhead hits a spot deep inside you that has you keening, your legs quiver and your brain turns to jelly. Tom’s fingers place themselves around your neck and squeeze so hard that your vision blurs at the edges, and you’re enthralled by the fear that courses through your veins. He’s playing your life in his hands like it’s a shiny new toy.

He fucks you like a madman as you gasp and beg for air. Tears spill out of your eyes, salty and wet and Tom takes notice.

“Crying?” He sneers, pounding you so hard that you’re sure the bookshelf will leave bruises as it presses against you. “You’re pathetic. A pathetic, filthy little girl.”

“Mmmhhh..” you cry out. Your eyes roll back as you utter incoherent sounds. He growls.

“Do you want me to cum inside you?” And then, with a harsh grip on your hair, “I want to hear you say it. Beg me. Beg me to fill you, whore.”

Your eyes shut tight, and your hands clasp around his wrists as he loosens his grip on your throat.

“Please,” your voice is a gasp as you finally get oxygen unto your system. “Please, Tom, f-fill me up. Cum inside me.”

A small, throaty groan escapes his lips, and with one last desperate thrust he’s spilling balls deep inside your drooling cunt. His cum spills over the cusp of your used entrance, and when he’s done fucking it into you he pulls out with a sharp exhale.

You can feel his cum spill out of your raw fucked hole, the creamy fluid dribbling down your thigh and dripping onto the carpet below. Your clit throbs mercilessly, still devoid of any attention, but Tom is quick to put a stop to that. He drops to his knees, then, and it’s a surprising gesture that you didn’t expect. He doesn’t seem like the type to get on his knees for anyone, let alone you. But his tongue lolls out of his mouth as he spreads your knees and catches his cum into his awaiting mouth. He licks up your hole, circling your clit with practiced precision. You let out a guttural sound when you hear the obscene noises of the cum spilling out of you, along with Tom’s mouth slurping at your cunt vigorously. He works at you over and over, and you clench when you feel yourself nearing your high. It’s almost embarrassingly quick, but you’ve been denied so long that you need to do it and you need to do it now.

“I’m going to…” you gasp out, as he rubs circles into your clit. He lets out a loud grunt against you, his mouth working harder. “I’m cumming—god, I’m cumming!”

Your orgasm washes over you, hits you like a tidal wave in the middle of an incredibly large ocean. Tom works his tongue and lets you ride out your high, and he sighs and pulls away from your pussy when you come down.

He’s gathered enough arousal to fill his mouth generously, and he kisses you flat on the lips. His tongue slides against yours and you can taste your shared arousal on him. You whimper, licking desperately at his salty spend, and it’s messy and sloppy and absolutely depraved. His teeth nip at you as you swallow it all down.

You’re dizzy, on shaky legs. You turn around, finally getting to see Tom’s face coated in your slick and his cum. He grins at you, and something twists in your gut so primal you feel you might burst.

“Better get to studying, Miss Y/L/N,” he says. “It’d be a shame if this missed study session made you fail your OWLs.”

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

Crowned Prince Shouto who is so very much in love with you, even if it did take a while to come around after the arranged marriage occurred.

Crowned Prince Shouto whose brow creases and eyes twitch every time people in high court mock how plain you are under hushed breaths.

Crowned Prince Shouto who gets absolutely sloshed at a royal banquet to try and drown his anger when he hears a rumor going around that his marriage is unconsummated due to finding you so repulsive before storming off to find you.

Royal Advisor Izuku who rushes off to try and follow, only to hear a shriek coming from your room. When scrambling to investigate if you're okay he finds his master on his knees absolutely devouring your cunt while your receiving chamber door remains open a crack.

[2kiran]

AAAAAA YOU WRITTE FOR VALORANT TOO!!!?!!?

OKAY OKAY, MAYBE LIKE, CHAMBER (or Yoru, idk) WITH A DOM MALE READER THAT WANTS TO TEACH THEM A LESSON ABOUT "RESPECT" BY FUCKING THEM SENSELESS!?!?

GRRR TY IF YOU DO

JUSTE LÀ —— v i n c e n t “ c h a m b e r ” f a b r o n

“My plan wasn’t smart?” You repeat his earlier statement, scoffing as the words taste bitter on your tongue. Vincent was in your lap, bent over, and reddened ass exposed to you. “You wanna repeat that to me?” He immediately shook his head, a sobbing hiccup rising from his throat. “‘M sorry, mon amour. I didn’t mean—”

Your hand lifts from his ass before it comes back down, “No, no, no. Repeat yourself.”

His face was pink and sweaty, tears building on his waterline. A sharp gasp left his mouth at the impact. He shook his head, silently refusing. He rocked his hips to try to find relief, cock weeping from the lack of attention. “Fucking brat,” You sighed, tone of disappointment. “Do you ever listen to me?” Your free hand grabs his hair, watching his back arch. “I’m—” You land another smack, and another, and another, until tears freely streamed down his face and the look in his eyes were dazed. You yank him back to rest against your front. Kissing his cheek, you murmured apologies for the uncomfortable sting of pain.

“Shhh...” You quickly shush him, thumbs rubbing at his sides to calm him down. His cock twitches when he hears the clink of your belt. One of your hands unzipped your pants, pulling them down with your boxers. He raises his hips in permission, hole wet with your spit and lube. He begins to slide down on your cock, taking it inch by inch. His brows were furrowed in concentration, focusing on not cumming as you stretched his insides so well. “Please...” He whined, apologetically and filled with guilt.

“You just need me to teach you some manners, huh, baby?” He nods quickly in response. Your hand slides under his thigh, lifting it to give you room to move your hips. He wanted to cry harder, thinking that you’re pulling out, no longer wanting to — “Fuck!” He groaned, hole clenching as your thrust felt like you were sending a spark up his spine.

Vincent whimpered your name, his brain numbing by the second. You roll one of his nipples in between your fingers, pulling at it enough to have him sob weakly. “M–mon amour, ah, je suis désolé. S'il te plaît. Juste là— J'ai besoin de toi juste là.” he muttered under his breath, meeting your thrusts when you purposely miss his prostate. Hips trembling as he tries to keep up with your punishing pace. ( t. my love, i'm sorry. please. right there— need you right there.)

“Yeah? Here?” you grind inside of him, a whine slipping past his lips, “You gon’ respect my ideas this time, hmm?” he nods his head rapidly, “Y–yes, ‘m sorry. Didn’t mean to — nngh — insult you like that, mon cœur.” ( my heart ) you angle your hips, hitting that spot inside of him the way he desired. He let out a choked moan, a sudden tear falling. His features were contorted in pleasure, brows drew closer, and a few strands of his hair out-of-place.

If only the other agents knew how Vincent was so easy to break on your cock.

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[angelltheninth]

Valorant Agents + Meeting After a Hook Up

Pairing: Yoru, Phoenix, Sova, Viper, Reyna, Fade, Chamber, Skye, Jett, Harbor x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, hook ups, teasing, kissing, grinding, hickies, friends with benefits

A/N: Getting back into Valorant, slowly, but surely.

Yoru clock you in immediately, teleporting to your side and asking you if you're back for another fun night with him. Just seeing you back here makes his cock throb but he's willing to ignore it for now, how about something other to eat first? Since he's seen you again so soon he only assumes it must be fate that's bringing you two together.

Phoenix gets a little flustered that you're displaying the hickies he made so openly. Hey now, those were for him alone no? Seems like you had other things in mind, put it out there that you had a good time for all to see. He tries to give you something to cover them up because he's really embaressed that left so many on you. Next time he'll make sure its on places that have to be covered up.

Sova isn't too bothered by you going a mission with him after hooking up. He won't tell anyone that he's met the new agent before in private. Keeps flirting with you over comms though, and saying innuendos about the night before. It boils over when you see him again, narrowing your eyes at him while he acts like he doesn't have a hard on and is smirking at you, asking of you want to help him.

Viper doesn't let the fact that she's seen you naked get in the way of your work together... at first. She keeps stealing glances at you as you work in her lab. There need to be boundaries established before she bends you over the desk and eats you out, she should have held back but after just tasting you once she's addicted to your taste. There's no way she's letting this be just a hook-up anymore.

Reyna teases you relentlessly when she sees you again. Are you following her or is this just very happy coincidence? Either way she's not opposed to repeating last night again, it was great way to get rid of her stress and energize her all over again. A little bit too well because your energy, your life force, it tastes so good to her, she would love to have you moaning for her again.

Fade really tries not to let the tension between you two get to her. She keeps shuffling on her feet as you stand next to her, stealing glances down your body and shivering when you reach for her hand, open to a conversation but instead she ends up kissing and pushing you against the wall, your legs lifted and spread for her hips to grind against yours. To hell with holding back.

Chamber lets his charm do most of the work, getting you back in his bed again and again after that first hook-up. Seeing you again the next day doesn't matter in the slightest, he enjoys fucking you and as long as you're fine with it he will keep doing so, even procrastinating on his work because his cock feels so damn good inside of you.

Skye is a little on the more bashful side, not sure how to approach you, if to say hello or act like she doesn't know you. She deicides to talk, telling you she had a great time and that she's looking forward to seeing you more now that you're gonna be going on missions together. She doesn't want to leave things on an awkward note so she offers to buy you lunch, which ends up with a different kind of mean eventually.

Jett wishes she could run away from the tense atmosphere in the locker room but damn, she can't keep putting this off forever. Sooner or later she will have to confront you, talk about the other night and hopefully establish a professional working relationship. Your teasing isn't helping at all, you're just getting her hot and bother over it all over again... fuck why are you so damn irresistible to her?

Harbor keeps things casual when he talks to you, not even mentioning the other night until you do. A smile grows on his lips when he asks you if you've been thinking about it the whole time. Truthfully he has been too. Want to see the effect those memories had on him? Well you'll have to get under the table to that.

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⦑ THE FUCKING DEAD ⦒ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

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𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓┇𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑┇𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐅𝐈𝐂┇𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 LEON S. KENNEDY & CARLOS OLIVEIRA X AFAB GN! READER ADA WONG & JILL VALENTINE X AFAB GN! READER chapter synopsis: You are amongst the top five selected for this infiltration to take down Glenn Arias. An argument unfolds between the agents and you are forced to pick a side. chapter content: smut in next chapter, resident evil: vendetta spoilers, zombies, haunted mansion, explicit themes throughout this series. a/n: welcome to my second series!! (need to finish my first one oops) on a thursday one month ago, i thought to myself 'zombie threesome hehehe', then i took the idea and sprinted with it and this series is born. so, uh... zombiefuckers rise up?? « 3.3 k words | general masterlist | ao3 | reblogs appreciated! »

Millions are dying—Mass infections are happening across the globe swamping the streets with an unbeknownst fear. The symptoms of this virus are faint, indecipherable next to an x-ray of a man who is perfectly healthy. Not even the carrier themselves are aware of how the virus lies underneath their veins, dormant, until a click of button is pressed from a commander far away, then their symptoms worsen: a headache, a cold, veins turning purple as the poison hatches in them, spreading, until the only thing that can manoeuvre their limbs is the word: KILL.

That’s the greatest strength of this virus. Anyone can be infected, and maybe, you already are.

This product first reached the underground market three months ago. Called the A-Virus; a bioweapon succeeded in the market for its ability to infect targeted communities remotely and leaving no evidence on the perpetrator, which no other distributors had successfully produced before.

Engineered by Glenn Arias, the researcher sold over thousands of this bioweapon, becoming a billionaire overnight at the cost of lives lost from the whims of the rich. He supplied the wealthy and corrupted, like insatiable brats, with new remote-controlled monster trucks, who only aims to tear down families and have their victims beg mercy to a monster that will not speak reason.

Hence, this problem brought attention to a global scale, having the DSO come in alliance with the BSAA and other independent mercenaries to hunt down the vaccine and put a stop to Arias’ grand schemes. Handpicking five agents who are equipped with both experience and skill to combat a zombie attack on this scale of doom and urgency.

Those five agents are Jill Valentine, Carlos Oliveira, Leon S. Kennedy, Ada Wong, and you.

A plan is already in place. A distraction concocted with your intel and the help of a senior researcher of all things bioweapons, Rebecca Chambers. While Arias is busy attending fake business meetings on the other side of the world, the five of you will infiltrate his private mansion to retrieve a concentrated sample of the A-Virus. Rebecca can use the sample to reverse engineer it into a cure and send her findings to facilities across the world.

The plan sounds brilliant in writing, but when you arrived his private mansion in Queretaro region, Mexico, something is off about this place.

Arias is a mastermind, you had been warned many times, in which you appropriately prepared all your best gear for this mission to treat it with utmost gravity. You’re thinking armed guards, well-equipped security, BOWs. But when the five of you pushed open the front doors of his mansion, it was quiet.

Empty. Not a single soul. Just five of you greeted by the whisk of wind through weakly hinged windows that somehow makes the humid air stick to your skin further. Did Rebecca get the wrong info? No one lived there. From what you heard when you were in town, not even the locals dare to venture anywhere near the odd gothic mansion on the top of the hill. They said it’s abandoned, cursed, rumoured to whisk away young children if they ever step foot inside.

It’s a story they say to stop the naughty kids, you remind yourself. It’s not haunted. And you’re not a kid anymore.

The inside is abandoned. Cobwebs lay thick between cornices and carved columns, the floors laced with a film of dust on the luxurious dark wood flooring, creaking with worn age as you take each step. Besides the chandelier, every single piece of furniture is either the same colour of black or red, or nothing else. The soft red velvet upholstery and the rug are made with the same fabric. And you can find the same dark wood in every corner of this house. It’s in the tables, the shelves, the chaise, the painting frames, and stone-like head sculpture whittled with the same exact dark wood, ridged the exact uniform way.

Then, you look at the wall. Black patches of mould smearing across the burgundy wallpaper like a crime scene.

Something creaks behind you. The hair on your arms stands up as you shiver, immediately followed by a wave of embarrassment. Despite the number of times you had taken down hordes of incoming zombies like they’re cardboard targets, why is a bit of wind freaking you out? It’s not a ghost, just old foundations, maybe mice, or wind kicking something off a table, like how every old house sounds like. You look around to see if anyone else catches you jumping at nothing, before Jill says, thankfully unaware of your worry:

“God, the smell. What have they done to this place?” Her hand flies over her nose as if that will help to shield any smell whatsoever. Unfortunately, the building is moulded far beyond salvageable that the stench lingers in every part of the mansion.

“I’m sure it’s not that bad. We get weeks-old corpses in body bags every day. It’s absolutely retching.” Jill’s earpiece fizzes into life, and she recognises the familiar playful lilt of Rebecca’s voice on the other side of the line.

“At least that’s refrigerated and contained, Rebecca. This fucking stinks.” Jill scrunches her face like she just ate something unpleasant.

“I’m sending my sympathies from my well-conditioned lab right now.”

Carlos appears from Jill’s behind, placing a firm, teasing hand on top of Jill’s shoulder. His wavy curls catch in the wind and his teeth glistens sparkly white. “Yeah Jill, got a problem with my natural musk?”

Jill shrugs his hand off, grimacing at his attempts at flirtation. “Take a shower first, then we’ll talk.”

In which Carlos laughs, holds his hand out at his heart as if it was just torn into shreds. “That hurts my feelings, Jill. Why aren’t you ever saying things like that to pretty boy over there?”

“I have a name, Oliveira.” The blond man turns around at the call of his nickname, familiar with the nickname, but it's not pleasantly received by him.

“I think pretty boy suits you more, Kennedy.” Carlos replies, a glint in his voice that hints something a bit less than friendliness between them.

“Ah, so you do know my name.” Leon quips back while staring directly into Carlos’ eyes, before getting cut off by Jill.

“I would, Carlos, but if I have to hear one more corny ass comeback from Leon’s mouth, I’ll throw myself out the window right now.”

“Takes a genius to get my humour.” Leon smirks.

Your eyebrows raise almost immediately to chime in. “Erm��� I think we have different meanings for the word ‘genius’.”

Quiet chuckles ripple through the room. It helps that you have worked with these guys throughout the years and had come to know and get close to them—some a bit closer than just friends—but none of them are strangers by far. Usually, you would be working with only one or two of these guys, never in a big group like this, but it seems that everyone is already well-acquainted with each other.

You toss a glance at Carlos and catch him staring at you, smiling. Ah, you see now. Carlos must have been trying to lighten the mood because you had been jumpy ever since you had arrived. You nod at him, a silent thank you before the five of you venture deeper into the eerie atmosphere.

The goal is to arrive at Glenn Aria’s office. According to Rebecca’s intel, Arias hid a concentrated sample in a safe last time he was here. You will need Ada to crack the safe to retrieve the sample and deliver it to Rebecca. As you traverse the corridors, it twists and turns in different directions—whoever engineered this did not enjoy unexpected guests at all. But under Rebecca’s guidance, she walks you and your team through the labyrinth with ease and precision.

But unfortunately, not ease and precision on your part. You trip over your own leg and almost fall to the floor as you round a harsh turn according to Rebecca’s instructions, and Jill catches you right on the arm before you fall.

“Easy there.” Jill pulls you up the ground, and you regain some balance. “You good? Mind your step.”

“Why did I agree to babysit?” Ada speaks, finally, for the first time in this mission. Despite how quietly she spoke under her breath, her words abruptly cut through the air, and all attention is on her and the red sweater dress that curves into her frame perfectly now.

“Oh, I bet once you get your paycheck it will be worth it. Or will you be betraying us, huh, Ada?”

Leon smirks loudly. Ada’s face goes from tired to exhausted in one second. “You just can’t let bygones be bygones, can you?”

“That’s rich coming from someone who used to work for Wesker.” Ada’s heels come to a stop, and with a slow turn, she stares deeply into Leon’s eyes that speak a million threats without needing to be utter a word. Oh, and believe me, you do not want to be messing with Ada. You learnt that the hard way.

“Woah, guys. Let’s keep this civil. No need to get heated.” Carlos rushes to stand right between them as the duo glares at each other with passionate fury and resentment.

You nod, joining Carlos’ side to stand by him. “Carlos’s right. This is not the time to pick a fight.” But it falls on the deaf ears of Leon and Ada.

“Thousands were killed. I want what’s good for the people, and I’m not sure Ada here is on the same page.” Leon continues, adding fuel to the fire.

Ada lets out a disbelieved gasp in response, before recollecting herself and replying in her usual tone of calmness: “Someone has to pay the price. I’m just the executor.”

“Regardless of our motivations, we all are on the same side here.” Carlos attempts at resolution again, putting his hands up in between them, and fails embarrassingly once more.

The air is heated with hostility; Leon and Ada’s eyes are locked in a trance, a hazy spite that reigns their composure, that looking away from each other means forfeiting. You don’t see either of them walking away first, they are both prideful people after all.

“Uh… Jill? Some help?” Carlos looks around to find Jill, who is leaning against a wall, her arms relaxing by her sides, unphased by the fire stirring right in front of the crowd.

“Not my circus, not my monkeys.” Jill is merely waiting for either one of the parties roll over.

You feel speckles of flame through the two of them, as if steam is retreating over the top of their heads, burning not just them, but also everyone else in the room. Until the boiling point hits, and it erupts all in one second. The duo walks away, off to different directions in bitter adrenaline, until you and Carlos are just looking at each other.

“I guess we’ll take five. There’s a safe room up ahead.” Carlos is speaking, but you’re the one listening.

The five of you enters the safe room in silence. It is a storage room—despite its name, it’s quite large for a normal storage room—with boxes stacked on all ends that made the room seem smaller in comparison. A ceiling light illuminates the room dimly, but it isn’t enough to shade away years of old animosity from their past.

The lively conversations you had mere minutes ago is gone now. Just silence and awkward rustling as each of you sits in your own designated corner. Carlos and Jill find themselves a seat on top of a firm box. Leon and Ada giving each other the silent treatment, standing on farthest end of the room to each other. You are simply minding your own business, gathering materials to craft a flashbang to pass the time. Doesn’t hurt to have more supplies anyway.

There is a notable division on each side, an imaginary alliance that you choose to be on neither side. Until Leon crosses the boundary line, somehow making his way to you. He picks up an empty grenade case next to you, assembling the pieces together for your project.

“Sorry you had to see that.” A little guilt tugs at Leon’s voice.

“Not at all. I get why you felt that way.” Leon nods, a look of gratitude hanging softly through a smile. His other finger seals the flashbang cap and hands it back to you. “But you need to learn to control your temper. Especially when it comes to Ada.”

Speaking of Ada, a shiver runs down your spine suddenly. The feeling of someone sending laser signs and telepathic warnings towards you. You turn around towards the direction of the aura to find Ada, her back leaning against the wall, arms crossed without engaging or acknowledging anyone in the room. She stands by herself alone, and that’s how you had always known Ada—distant and in her own mysterious world. Not really a chatter, despite the number of times she had saved you in the past.

Ada does not look at you, but you can feel her glaring down—either you or Leon—with her entire body.

“Good to see the two of you getting along at least.” Carlos holds out two plastic water bottles to you two from a supply crate he found in the room, which Jill has finished downing two of them already.

You two gesture ‘no thanks.’ Ada does not spare Carlos a glance at his direction when he offers.

“You’re welcome, I guess.” Carlos says sarcastically, before taking in a generous sip from his drink.

There’s a moment of silence. Then, a moment of dry coughs; a squeak of footsteps, a joint click from a stretching neck. Then silence once more.

“I’ve had enough.” Jill slaps her hands on her thigh before pushing herself up from her seat. “You guys gonna keep acting like kids? Grow up, this isn’t high school anymore. Take your drama outside. If we’re gonna take down Arias, we have to get along. And yes, that means moving on from shit that happened… five years ago? Five years ago and you two are still hung up? Unlike you all, I’m actually looking forward to go home and get a decent shower, hopefully soon.”

You nod in approval as Jill speaks her mind, and you are glad at least the few of you have their priorities in order. Ada flicks her head away from Jill, but her silence is telling of how much she is thinking over Jill’s words.

“Leon, can you accept this?” Jill asks.

There’s a bit of reluctance in his voice, but he agrees anyway. “Fine.”

“Ada?”

Before Ada can respond, smoke is creeping into your vision, coming in quick. It merges into your view, obscuring it, and you whiff something artificial, some kind of chemicals that is piercing to your nose and eyes. You can’t help but wince, hands groping the air in attempts to find comfort in the person closest to you—anyone for that matter—to indicate you’re safe and is indeed not under attack. Your fingers find themselves in a fistful of someone’s shirt, muscles tensing tightly underneath the fabric on their shoulder cap.

“Leon. Is that you?” You cry out.

“It’s me. Stay close and don’t let go. It’s an ambush.” Leon pulls your arm towards him, securing your safety with his hand in yours.

There is some coughing through the air, faint panic in voices underneath the hissing of gas that seems to be coming from above. You hold onto Leon a bit tighter.

Carlos calls out desperately “Where are you guys? Is everyone okay?” as he flaps his hand around the smoke to stir it away. He finds you and Leon almost immediately, and looks down to your hands, finding them clasped tight against each other. Your hand lets go of Leon flying behind your back, but Carlos already saw it.

Jill is coughing deep from the smoke. “I-I’m here!”

“It seems like we’re all here.” Ada says, composed as ever despite the circumstances.

The smoke dissipates—until most of the fog fades away, escaping through the cracks underneath the door to the other side. Leaving the five of you standing in the same storage room darting eyes around, seemingly unharmed, and even more confused.

After what feels like a while later, Jill finally breaks the silence: “Huh. What was that?”

“No enemies.” Ada unholsters the pistol from her belt, inspecting the room and the door behind the room. “Clear on this side too.”

It’s strange. If this is an ambush, why isn’t there an attack?

Leon places a finger on his earpiece to activate his microphone. “Rebecca, come in. We’ve just been ambushed by some kind of smoke, but nobody’s hurt. Happen to know what’s going on?”

His earpiece buzzes into life. “Hmm, let’s see. From the architecture plans, I see the vents are connected to a lab below. It seems abandoned, there are no signs of anyone triggering an attack on my end.”

“Whatever it is, we need to investigate.” Leon’s voice is firm and serious. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

You swallow deeply, fear settling back inside you. “You think it’s a trap?”

“I think…” Leon pinches his chin. “…Arias knows that we’re here.”

Your heart drops—Bundle of fear, anxiety and stress springing back into your nerves as you probe at the possibility of Glen Arias knowing where you are. What you’re trying to do. Making sure you will never reach that sample despite your hardest wills.

“He shouldn’t. Rebecca, didn’t Arias get on the jet?” Carlos is also thinking too.

“Affirmative. Security footage showed Arias walking into his private jet, and it took off four hours ago. He should still be in the air. No signal of them making a pitstop anywhere.”

You hear black pumps clacking against the hardwood floor. “I’m getting the sample.” Says Ada, her foot is already halfway out of the door. “Follow me or not, I don’t care. I’m here for the objective, and only that.”

“And what if something happens to you?” Carlos asks, genuinely concerned.

“I’ll deal with it if it happens.” Ada waves dismissively.

“Ada’s right, we could be set on a wild goose chase.” Jill chimes in. “Millions of lives are dying. We don’t have time to waste.”

“I guess it’s just you and me then, pretty boy.” Carlos rounds his arm around Leon’s neck, bringing him closer in an almost choking grip, a little too close and tight to his liking. And with Leon’s history with Carlos, Leon refuses to believe this is just a friendly gesture.

Leon grimaces, removing Carlos’ hand over him. “So that’s it? We’re splitting up?” The answer is unanimous. “Fine. I guess we’ll cover more ground if we split up.”

Rebecca, through the other side of your earpiece, speaks: “Be careful everyone. You don’t know what kind of schemes Glenn Arias had set up. Please stay safe.”

“We’ll be fine, as long as we don't have any traitors in our team.” Leon says the word ‘traitor’ while maintaining eye contact with Ada. She ignores him, simply deadpans.

“Well, what about you?” Leon nudges at your arm.

You are faced with two options. Indulge in your curiosity and find the source of the gas, or stick to mission as planned? Both options will be dangerous. So who will you trust with your life?

[OPTION A] “I’ll follow the girls.”

[OPTION B] “I’ll follow the boys.”

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 thanks for reading! come check out my other works! —yours truly, rose. i love my beta reader @scar-crossedlvrs! series taglist: @j3llyd0nut @ovaryacted @daydreamrot @madcap-riflette @access--granted @obsolescent @briermelli @secretiveauthor @ghosty-frog @navstuffs @slowcryinginthedark @rentaldarling @lesbntired © roseglazedlens — please do not repost, plagiarise, or feed to ai.

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𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅

summary : tom riddle decides to give you a lesson in herbology when you seem to be slacking 💞

warnings : smut, in public (a library), she/her pronouns used, dumbification, handgag??, fingering, lowercase intended!!

ೃ⁀➷ this is my first time writing a fic/smut so be warned for cringe; fyi i chose to make the reader's last name carrow!!; written in 3rd person because i can't bring myself to write in 2nd person rn 😣😣; no use of y/n

lonely, she felt. amidst the solitude of the library she felt lonely. all signs of life had long left, leaving her alone with merely her own consciousness and the heavy snores emitting from madam scribner's dribbling mouth.

she felt like she was going crazy, rereading over the same article over and over again, fruitlessly scavenging for any information she hadn't picked up through her last fifty searches. in the pindrop silence she heard a cough, nearly sending her into a heart attack; glancing up from her disordered desk she met the protruding gaze of tom riddle,

"miss carrow, are you aware the library closed over twenty minutes ago?"

his expression mocked her, as if she was unaware of such primary rules. of course the library had closed long ago, she'd been checking her rustic pocket watch every five minutes in fear of a professor waltzing in and catching her. she feigned a tone of innocent obliviousness:

"oh sorry tom, i seemed to have lost track of time, i best be on my way now."

she hastily shuffled out of her seat, slotting assortments into her rugged leather satchel and slinging it over her shoulder in a hurry.

"not so fast.." riddle tutted at her condescendingly.

he took a sharp inhale, glancing at his dress shoes before back up her, taking a small step back.

"how come you're out so late?"

the dreaded question.

she'd hoped to escape him before he had the chance to completely humiliate her: give her a good scolding.

"..studying" she answered, vague.

a questioning look arose on his face.

"studying?" he repeated, his voice mocking hers.a simple nod would do.

"for what?"

"herbology."

an incredibly useless subject she took only because she wanted as many qualifications as possible.

he scoffed, he'd certainly shown up in a pissy mood. there was an uncomfortable pause, him looking her over before opening his mouth again.

"you're free to go."

her eyes widened, her tongue unable to stop herself from saying:

"what?"

...

"would you like a detention then?"

"..no" she shook her head, quickly.

"then leave, now." he repeated, this time firmer than before.

well this was shocking. he'd allowed her to leave freely. normally it'd take an entire hour of him berating her before even considering letting her return to her dorm - usually accompanied with a week's worth of detentions, just because he could.

she didn't pass the oppurtunity, scurrying out before he had the chance to rethink his decision. she didn't question why he let her off the hook. she was simply thankful he did.

a day had passed. it was now sunday night. she had the huge herbology test in only a few hours. she couldn't score anything below outstanding, otherwise her parents would be upset with her, professor beery would be dissapointed, and riddle would get one over on her but that mattered very little to her considering the worser consequences.

again she sat at her little table tucked away in the corner of the library. the incompetent librarian snoring away as per usual.

she took a break from her relentless studying, idly volunteering her help by sorting jumbled books which the first years had so carelessly tossed around.

she strolled a lap of the lavish library, sorting out obvious messes of disordered books before returning to her desk, finding riddle occupying her seat.

without needing to announce herself, he spoke up, somehow just knowing she was there.

"you've got this all wrong."

a focused look fixed upon his face as he flicked through the endless notes she'd written over the past week on the various plants professor beery had instructed the class to research.

"excuse you?" she scoffed in annoyance, striding largly over to him and harshly snatching the worn notebook from his hands.

who did he think he was? searching through her personal belongings?

"your notes. they're all wrong." he repeated, a blank look on his face as he fixated his gaze on her now, leaving her stomach a fluttering mess which she chose to ignore in fear of what could be revealed about her stemming from it.

"you shouldn't've even been snooping through my stuff. get up." she urged, waiting for him to move so she could reclaim her seat.

"but they were wrong-"

"-i don't care, get up."

his jaw clenched and he inhaled sharply, standing up nevertheless as she resat in her wooden chair. he pulled another over, inviting himself to join.

"i think you're forgetting whose in charge here."

he gave her a daunting glare, sitting down next to her. in all fairness as head boy he had the ability to send her back to her dorm right now, seeing as she was out past curfew, again.

"now.." he took a breath "do you need my help?"

he sounded empathetic. shocking for someone like him, who despite his charming reputation she knew to be one carless soul.

"no, i do not need your help-"

"-i think you do." he replied, his blunt tone not budging.

he brought his chair closer to her, gently taking the notes from her hands and spreading them on the table in front.

before, him going out of his way to help her seemed like a distant fantasy. what on earth was his motive behind this?

"read over your notes for me."

he placed a strong hand on her shoulder, patting it harshly as if it were an easing, friendly gesture, but instead it caused her to stiffen and shrink further into her seat.

"the entire thing?"

"would you like a detention?"

he kept using that stupid threat. it worked every time though. she took a deep breath, biting back her anger.

"lavage-"

"first of all you've spelt it wrong."

he interrupted abruptly, bringing his hand from her shoulder to point it at the word written in a messy scrawling at the top of the parchment, then residing it down on her thigh. she tensed up, unsure of how exactly should she react.. should she push him off? she wasn't quite sure how she felt just yet.

with his right hand he borrowed her quill, scratching out the incorrect spelling to rewrite it as 'lovage' in a smaller font just above her old writing.

"continue" he hummed, now drawing light circles with his thumb onto her upper thigh.

her breath hitched, she tried to steady its pace, restarting her reading.

"lovage.. similar to broccoli-"

his hand made a sudden dip to explore her inner thigh.

"celery." he corrected, not arrogantly.

strange. he was being helpful, not mocking her for being wrong.

"celery." she repeated affirmatively, "its common use-"

merlin this man wouldn't shut up and let her talk.

"start from the beginning. once your done you can return to your dorm.. depending on how well i think you've done."

how well he thinks she's done?? in what world is that fair. she scowled at him, giving him a distasteful look, though he was too focused on the notes in front of the two of them to notice.

she took a deep breath,

"lovage." she repeated, rather dramatically.

his fingers began tracing higher up her thigh, slipping up her skirt and beginning to toy with the elastic hem of her undergarments beneath the desk.

"similar to celery, its common usages are-"

her sentence was cut by a breathy moan, where in gods green earth did that come from.

he'd traced lower down to her cunt, his fingers precise and sure.

"restart." he sighed exasperatedly, as if nothing out of the ordinary was occuring.

for merlin sake, he was nearly fingering her under the table- and she let him??

she groaned, in annoyance of his persistance, in annoyance of his fingers hovering so teasingly over where she needed him most.

"lovage. similar to celery. its common usages are for befuddlement draughts,"

"and what else?"

"what do you mean 'what else'??- the book only sAI-"

his index had slipped between her already moistened folds, applying the lightest pressure to her clit as he dipped the tip of it into her hole, she stiffled an unholy noise from seeping out from between her lips.

"quiet. madam scribner's still asleep." he warned, holding back a cocky grin.

what a sick freak. fingering her in a fucking library?? what was he thinking?

she covered her mouth at the attempt of another moan pushing through with his movements unceasing, abiding silently despite the protests inside her head.

she shook her head after a moment, her brows furrowed.

"i can't do this."

"sure you can dear."

"no, no, no i genuinely can't-"

she couldn't. not with someone she hated so much but was so attracted to? all it did was fuck with her feelings.

"keep reading."

she gulped dryly, trying to restart but without warning he'd slipped a first finger into her. she covered her mouth with her hand again, muffling the lewd noises from the innocent ears of the librarian a few metres away. sure the distance between them and madam scribner was large but it was only them there. if she woke up, there was no hiding.

deep breaths.

"lovage, similar to cE-lery, its common usages are for befuddlement draughts,"

her voice cracked as he swiped her clit with his thumb.

"well actually any confusing draughts." he interjected.

she groaned loudly in frustration with him interrupting and with the pressure he fiddled her with. he now clasped his own hand around her mouth, shushing her.

"that's all you need to know for this plant, don't worry about the rest dear." he eased, her taking his word for it seeing as she just wanted him to end this torture already.

he pushed in another finger, her slouching down on the chair as much as she could to push him deeper inside her.

he waited a second, slowly beginning to slide them in and out, careful as to not make excessive amounts of noise with the obscenely slick sounds envolping the silent room. the rough ends curled up, fingers exploring her insides with expertise.

she could've came on just two fingers alone.

"tell me, what was the name of the plant again?" he questioned quietly, his pace fastening by the second.she was limp now, lost in his touch. this was becoming clearer now. it was just his sick and perverted way of humiliating her.

"..huh, m'sorry..?" she asked, nearly sounding drunk as her eyes gazed up at his again.

"name of the plant dear," he uttered, looking her into her soul as he was reminded of how easily he would sway the morals of others simply by using his less.. dignified skills along with his good looks.

"lavage," she answered, confident as she didn't think over her answer.

"haven't you been listening? or has me simply slipping a finger or two into you made you this dumb?" he cooed, his words lined with a condescending type of mocking.

"oh, fuck- lovage i meant-"

she was quick to correct herself, earning a swipe at her clit as he began to pay more attention to it.

he sighed, as if this was an inconvenience to him - if so why was he doing this?

"and it's similar to?"

merlin, she didn't need an entire herbology lesson whilst he was messing around with her insides.

"celery,"

she was met with an ever deeper push of his fingers, hitting a spongey area deep inside her, one she didn't even think was possible for him to reach with his fingers alone.

"again."

"..celery..?"

she was confused to say the least, his motive was rather unclear.

he tutted and abruptly pulled out his fingers, wiping them on the inside of the fabric as he slipped them out of her panties, smearing the remainder of her juices that he unsucessfully wiped away onto her thigh, making the sheer tights she wore glossier.

she squirmed, an uncomfortable tensing in her abdomen having being left to suffer.

"why- why d'you stop?" she murmered, her thighs rubbing together to mimic the previous sensation but not even being able to come close to the pleasure of it.

"i need to work harder to knock my teachings out of your pretty little head."

ೃ⁀➷ sorry for the abrupt ending i just wanted to get something out, lmk if you want a part two !!

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[chrollohearttags]

idk if u have anymore locked and loaded away but can we get some more musician!eren hcs/traits…just a crumb even. im on the side of the road shaking my cup🙏🏾

oh babes, I got more than I know what to do with. Gather round and I’ll share with you all my never ending lore for the loml. 🤍

EJ is a clown. His favorite pastime outside of music is being an S tier menace. He loves picking at everybody 😭 (y/n), Jean, Mika, his own MAMA..nobody is off limits when he gets started. He is an asshole and proud of it. (he once told Mika she was jealous of him because she was bald headed and he wasn’t. Sis tried to break his nose but then remembered she needed him for a performance that night 😩)

he can play over 10 different instruments and proficiently at that! His main is guitar and drums but he’s naturally gifted so any instrument he puts his hands on, he can learn fairly quickly.

he won’t attend awards shows unless his whole crew is invited too. Don’t matter if it’s the Grammys, BET, VMA’s..if his whole team isn’t there, he’s not going. And they definitely forget it if (y/n) isn’t on the list.

he HAS to have at least an hour before shows to be completely alone and decompress, otherwise, he’ll be messing up all night. He has severe anxiety so it makes it hard for him to concentrate if too much is going on before hand. He’ll spend the time meditating or listening to music and smoking.

his ultimate goal is to one day start his own label. He wants to work with more female artists because he feels there are “a lot of dudes using women for clout but never wanting to put them on.”

also adding to that, Eren swears he is not a dancer but decided to let (y/n) do choreography for his latest song and he ended up liking it so much, that he incorporated it into his latest performance.

(haven’t quite delved into this yet so not giving away too much!) but there is one person who eren credits his musical career to and for pushing him to go for it. His exact quote: “there’s so many people who’ve helped me throughout my journey. That I have to thank for getting me this far but as for who really made this possible? Well..she’s no longer here and I wish she was. I wish she could see how far I’ve come and I only hope that she’s smiling down on me. I hope I made her proud.”

he lovessss sitting in on (y/n)’s practice sessions! Not even on some sexual shit, it truly fascinated him seeing his girl do all of these intricate pole tricks without falling or missing a beat. He realizes how much work goes into learning it and respects your talent. He even posts vids to his Instagram story, showing you off.

during the time of the [p word that shall not be named] he and Armin put their DJ’ing skills to good use and entertained their fans. They started a little thing on Instagram live called “Club Passion” where they would dress up in these cheesy ass fits, pretend they were hosting events and have people join in the live. They’d play music, be drinking and even host twerk contests where they’d CashApp the winner a prize. (A very unserious duo 😭)

for the more devious of the traits, he’s a demon and a half when he drinks. He has zero limits or shame. Including in the bedroom. RIP to (y/n)’s cervix cause he has no control.

he is a habitual bed/headboard breaker 😩🥴 do with that what you will.

he doesn’t believe in cheating or open relationships, but he’ll gladly let you share him with your girls and vice versa. (Niesha’s definitely his favorite but he won’t tell his best friend that 🤭) And if he’s feeling extra deviant, he’ll let you pick a fan of his to do some thangs with. “As long as she doesn’t go running her mouth, I’m with whatever y’all wanna do.” He definitely has a few videos of you guys’ escapades saved in his phone. (the NDA’s stay ready!)

[l0serloki]

hii! good evening i love your writing and wondering if i could just request some hardcore chamber and/or yoru smut? i’m fine with anything <3 tysm

CEO!Chamber x Reader, Yakuza Boss!Yoru x Reader

Genre : Smut

CW : Degrading, dumbification, fem!reader, praise, princess/good girl/cumdump/pretty little bitch, panty mouth gag?, breeding kink, spanking

A/N : hiii!! Thank you so much for the request and I’m so honored you like my writing! I hope this was good enough, if you want something a little different feel free to send me ideas. Enjoy!!

CEO!Chamber

- Having Chamber as your boss was a dangerous game

- He would call you in for anything and everything, only to bend you over the desk and fuck the shit out of you

- He’d keep your underwear after and promise he’d give them back at the end of the day (he keeps a pair in his desk)

- Would have you bent over his desk, cock deep inside you as he answered phone calls

- Would see how long it would take for you to make a noise

- “Dirty little office slut fucking her boss. Make a noise and the others might hear you. You’d like that though, wouldn’t you whore?”

You had just made your boss coffee and made your way down the hall. Your outfits were getting more scandalizing as you flaunted around the main floor. You knew how much it turned on Chamber to see you walking around with the tight pencil skirt he bought you.

“Chamber! Your coffee.” You walked in and smiled as he looked up from some paperwork.

“You’re in early princess. Almost nobody is here yet. Eager start this morning?” His grin almost as big as the Cheshire Cat as you made your way into his lap. “Mm yeah just wanted to see you baby.” He groaned as he pulled down your shirt and bra, tits spilling over the top. His hands fondled your nipples and he made marks down your neck. “That’s my good girl. Always ready to please her boss. This is why you’re my best employee.”

Chamber had lifted you up onto the hard desk and ripped down your panties. Your skirt pushed over your ass as he smacked each cheek roughly. “Gonna make this ass red, count for me.” You moaned out a one as he began the torturous cycle.

“20! Fuck!” You let out as his hands finally came to rest on your burning ass, rubbing comforting circles. “That was good princess. Give me such a show. Now I’m gonna fuck you but I need you to be quiet, okay? Just in case you can’t I’m going to do this.” Chamber was quick to open your mouth and shovel your sopping underwear into it. He kissed your cheek as he lined up with your hole and you couldn’t only mumble into the fabric. Tears welled up in your eyes as he fully sheathed himself into you, your poor cunt adjusting to the length.

“God, fucking take it. Take it like the little office whore you are.” You clenched around him at his words and your eyes rolled back, creaming all over his cock. “Did you just fucking cum? Of course you did. Guess I gotta fill you up like the little cumdump you are, huh?” You could only let out silent moans as he finally dumped his hot load into your cunt.

“Can’t wait for later princess.”

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YAKUZA BOSS!Yoru

- You caught his eye when he was on a mission to find some guy who stole from him

- He offered you a nice room and whatever you wanted if you just let him fuck you

- He dresses you up in fancy clothes and makes you walk into his office, flaunting that you’re his

- Fucks the shit out of you against every surface possible, makes sure his subordinates hear the two of you as well

- He picks you up in nice cars and fingers you in the back while the driver is forced to listen

- “God Y/N, built to be my spoiled little brat. Gonna give me a new heir?”

The moment Yoru saw you he knew you had to be his. He was a materialistic man, yes, but he knew when to draw a line.

“Please be mine. You can be my wife, my whore, whatever you want. I just need you in my life to be able to fuck. I’ll provide for you in every way possible.” How could you turn down such a good offer?

You had gotten dressed in the clothes Yoru bought you for the week, stepping out of your penthouse doors. You had waited for the limo to pull up and hopped in.

“My flower, you look ravishing. Bet you look even better down here.” Yoru’s thick fingers had trailed down your thighs and reached your wet heat. He raised an eyebrow as you bit your lip. “No panties? Makes things easier I suppose.. What a fucking nasty girl you are.” Two of his fingers pumped into you as he circled your clit with his thumb. “Come on my little pretty bitch. Come from my fingers.” You felt your cunt tighten around him and gushed all on the leather seats.

Yoru had finally gotten you inside, your body pressed tightly against the wall. His hard cock was pumping in and out of you as he bite down your neck and shoulders. Those would definitely leave bruises but you couldn’t care about that. “Yeah, little fucking whore taking my cock. Only want money and dick huh? Too dumb to get anything yourself. Look at how pathetic you are.” Yoru’s hands gripped your face as he showed your reflection. You felt yourself getting so close, the mirror only adding to the sensation. “I know you’re gonna cum. Might as well, we have all night to get more. Gonna have you milk me dry.” Yoru gripped your tit harshly as you finally hit your high. You could only hear groans as his cum seeped down your legs.

“You wasted my cum. Guess we will have to try again.”

[succubus-nightmares]

•☆~☆• Sinful Thoughts: Collars - Multi •☆~☆•

Nsfw - 18+ only - Minors/Ageless blogs you will be blocked

Reyna would definitely have you on your knees in front of her. A leash wrapped around her hand with you attached to the opposite end. She’s practically purring at such a submissive display. “You want a taste pet? Beg for me won’t you then?”

Yoru would make it demeaning. He’d find such joy in making degrading comments. He’d hit from the back roughly pulling on the leash. “Pathetic how much you love this, squeezing me harder everytime I tug,”

Chamber treats you so gentle with it. He could never be so rough with his precious pet. The collar itself has no leash and is expensively comfortable. Of course the collar has his name engraved because how else would everyone else know that you belong to him. “Let me hear your pretty sounds my pet, hold nothing back,”

Cypher doesn’t see the appeal with it at first however is quick to change his mind after seeing that they can match with different outfits. His favorite has a loop at the front so he can pull you in closer for a kiss.

Phoenix is a bit embarrassed to admit you look heavenly wearing them. It’s hard not to daydream during mission briefs about you wearing them later for him. The amount of late night snaps he has saved from you is ridiculous.

[crimsonbubble]

cw. nsfw, fem!reader, fingering, clit play, use of the word pussy/cunt, praise, implied overstimulation *not proofread, just pure horny (this is entirely self indulgent)

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- yoru -

one of his hands pinning your wrists against the bed while his other is between your thighs. two fingers pulling out of and pushing back into your wet cunt, while he mouths at your neck. "c'mon, let those pretty sounds out for me, baby." yoru licks and nips at your skin, planting hickeys as he kissed down to your chest. your face burns as the urge to let out all of your noises of pleasure grows, but you can't hold it for long as yoru presses his lips to yours.

his tongue pushes past your lips, while his thumb rubs against your throbbing clit, his fingers brushing your sweet spot. "yoru-" your mouth opens in a silent gasp, your noises spilling from your lips as yoru curls his fingers up to press against your spot each time he pushed in. "there we go sweet girl, let me hear you."

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- chamber -

"you seem to be enjoying this a lot, mon chou." he laughs as you push against his fingers, hiding you face in the crook of his neck. your hips twitch as chamber presses the heel of his palm against your aching clit. each calculated curl of his fingers has his palm rubbing against your clit, send shockwaves through your body. "fuck, you look beautiful like this."

you couldn't stop the noises flowing from your lips as chamber reduced you to a puddle with his fingers alone. your hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. he left kisses on your neck and chest, his forearm flexing as he fucked you through your release. "you can take a few more can't you, mon ange?"

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[f6bron]

after work. (18+)

pairing : chamber x fem!reader

note : no plot smut, established relationship, pet names (princess, good girl), semi-public sex, p in v, kinda possessive!chamber, reader calls him daddy.

"Shh, the others might hear us. You wouldn't want that, non?"

His right hand pressed over your mouth, trying to suppress your moans while he fucked you from behind.

Long story short, both of you were on a mission, but got bored waiting for the Vulture to fetch everyone up. So, you and Chamber left the base to take a stroll around Haven to fill up your free time. Others didn't mind either.

But things didn’t go as planned. 

Chamber pushed onto the wall, as he started devouring your mouth, fighting over dominance. His tongue danced around every corner of your mouth, making sure he could taste every piece of you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, your body surrendering to his affections.

“Merde, j’ai besoin de toi, ma chérie… (Shit, I need you, sweetheart…)” He whispered, his breath tickled your skin. His hands roamed all over your body, seemingly trying to seek more of you. Your back arched as he grabbed your ass.

He reached for your neck, leaving a trail of noticeable hickeys.

“Vincent- Oh…!”

Your moans were cut off by him, as you felt him biting your exposed skin.

“You’re so soft, chérie ~” he said with a husky voice.

His hand slowly trailed down the lower part of your body, reaching for in between your thighs.

“Need you, chérie. Please…”, as he continued leaving kisses on your hickeys given by him.

“I’m… yours… Vin…” You whimpered, feeling more eager than ever.

His hand reached under your pants, and started slowly rubbing your clit in circles. You moaned softly, trying to get used to the new pleasure. You started to grind on his fingers, silently begging for release. His other hand reached for the waistband of your pants, then he pulled it down until it reached your thighs, comfortable enough for him to put his fingers inside you.

Your arms around his neck tightened as you felt two of his fingers touching your soft walls.

You moaned as his thumb continued abusing your clit, the action fucking up your senses.

He smirked, “You’re so tight, love ~ I have to make sure you can take all of me, hm?”

He felt pride when he saw you act so submissive under him, under his touch. He finds it adorable. So fucking irresistable.

His movements started to get faster, your pussy making squelching sounds. He could feel your soft walls tightening around his fingers. He chuckled.

“Come for me, la princesse (my princess). Come for me.”

You nuzzled your face on his chest, your muffled moans only can be heard by him. Your warm release dripped down your trembling thighs.

Chamber licked his cum-covered fingers, while looking into your dazed eyes.

He gave you a passionate kiss, which you could taste a hint of your juices on his lips before he turned you around.

“I’m not done with you yet.” He whispered, as you could feel his front leaned onto your back.

He unzipped his pants, immediately letting go of his erected, long and thick dick. 

He started to rub your sensitive pussy, giving it light slaps while stroking himself. The action overstimulated you and made you moan.

After hearing your soft and adorable moans, Chamber tightened his fist and pumped himself harder. God, your angelic voice is enough to drive him crazy.

He stopped pumping his dick as he decided to stroke his dick in between your supple wet lips instead. Your thighs trembled, as you felt his dick being so close to your entrance. His hands moved to your sides, gripping you to keep you still.

Chamber always loves the sight of you squirming under his touch, he truly loves it.

He whispered words of affirmation into your ear as he slowly inserted himself inside you.

“Shh, that’s my good girl, you’re doing so well, ma chérie ~”

You whimpered, the sense of discomfort as you felt his girth slowly stretching your walls out.

Even though you and Chamber had sex multiple times before, you will never get used to his size, not even after he prepared you. 

“V-Vin… so… big…” 

“I know, chérie… You’re taking me so well…”

He nuzzled his face on the crook of your neck, inhaling your heavenly scent, as he continued thrusting into you slowly. 

He softly caressed your sides and left trails of kisses on your neck as comfort. He always keeps in mind to be gentle with you and your petite body, as if you’re a porcelain doll. But, he has broken promises before. With his bigger, stronger body and uncontrollable lustful appetite, he’s quite an impatient man.

Especially when it comes to his sweet princess.

And things got rough.

The sounds of skin slapping against each other filled your surroundings, his grip on your hair tightened, as both of you were experiencing heightened arousal.

“Tu es mienne… (You’re mine…)” 

Those words can be heard repeatedly from Chamber, whispered into your ear like a prayer.

“Vin… I can’t…”

“Shh… I know, chérie…”, as he thrusted into you harder, reaching for your cervix.

The bruising grip of his left hand on your side tightened, trying to stop you from squirming.

The thought of others finding the both of you in this position, made his mind wandered to unspeakable scenarios. That’s one of the ways to prove you’re his, and only his.

To prove you’re Vincent Fabron’s precious property.

He removed his grip on your hair and gripped both of your sides instead, lifting your petite body off the ground, basically manhandling you. His tip touched your cervix as he kept on ramming into you back and forth, which sent you to oblivion. He could feel your soft walls clenching around him, a sign that you’re about to reach your climax.

“You want to cum, princess?”

You nodded, unable to form any words, you can’t think anymore. Chamber has fucked all of your brains out, he has fucked you dumb.

“Hm? Use your words, princess. Je ne t'entends pas… (I can’t hear you…)”

He gave you one hard thrust, earning a loud moan from you. You’re such a mess.

“I… w-wanna…cum… Vin-”

He chuckled, “Vin? That’s not what I want to hear, princess…”

He thrusted into you again, even harder now. His grip on your sides tightened, you could tell it will leave bruises later on.

“I-I wanna… cum… d-daddy…”

He leaned onto your back, “Louder.”

“I-I wanna cum… daddy…!”

“Good girl ~” and he continued fucking you senselessly. 

You couldn’t suppress your moans anymore, your brain was clouded with Vincent, Vincent and Vincent. You finally reached your climax, your whole body trembling caused by your release. You could feel your juices overflowing down your thighs, mixed with Chamber’s pre-cum.

Imagine being so fucking dumb over Vincent Fabron’s huge dick?

He leaned onto your back, leaving soft kisses on the nape of your neck. He wrapped his arms around your waist, still keeping you off the ground. His thrusts became sloppier.

“Princess, let me cum inside… Je suis en train de jouir… (I’m about to cum…)”

You nodded, as you kept moaning his name softly.

His arms tightened around you, he groaned as he came inside you, painting your walls with his overflowing seed.

He leaned into you further, pulling you into his warm embrace.

He kissed your cheeks, “You did so well, angel. I’m proud of you.”

He watched his cum dripped out of your pussy while slowly pulling his dick out of you.

He scooped all of his overflowing cum back into your pussy with his finger, which earned whimpering noises from you.

He chuckled, “My apologies, mon chérie.”

As a cherry on top, Chamber planted a quick peck on your pouting lips. 

He quickly cleaned you up with his expensive custom-made handkerchief he always has with him. He pulled your pants up and fixed your hair, he had to make sure you look presentable. (Read: He had to make sure you didn't look like your guts were getting rearranged by him.)

He lifted you up with his strong arms under your thighs, your legs wrapped around his waist.

You hugged him, as you sleepily nuzzled your face on his shoulder and slowly drifting off.

Both of you arrived at base, but the sight of you sleeping in Chamber’s embrace got the other agents worried. They asked if you were okay.

Chamber gave them a cheeky smile, “She has a stomach ache. No worries.”

(A/N) : i, too, would go fucking dumb over Vincent Fabron's huge dick.

masterlist.

[freedomfireflies]

Jack Shit

Summary: In which Jack Chambers is not a selfish, egotistical man-child with raging control issues that apparently wants to climb into Alice's womb like she's his mommy, but instead just a regular guy with a different set of control issues.

There is absolutely nothing better than the taste of him.

You’ve never felt so depraved. So irrevocably addicted to someone. Every fucking inch of the glorious man sitting just across from you.

His smile. His hair. His fucking arms, and hands, and fingers.

His fucking thighs.

You could just drool. You’ve never felt so pathetically needy in your life. He’s laughing at a joke one of his friends made, running his palm down his chin and your eyes fall to the facial hair that you absolutely adore.

Your thoughts are sinful. Looking at him like he’s sex on a stick. Truthfully, you’re almost embarrassed to be remembering him in such a way, and maybe chemically something is off in your body, but you don’t even care.

Because look at him.

You imagine everyone in the room can feel the tension. The way you’re attempting not to squirm in your seat as you look on. As you watch him settle into his chair as his legs spread comfortably.

Fuck, you could just moan. You have to pull your lip between your teeth and turn your head just to find a moment of reprieve.

And after what feels like hours of pure, unadulterated torture, he seems to notice, head cocking to the side before he nods his chin at you wordlessly. 

You say nothing. Shake your head. Chew on the inside of your cheek.

His eyes narrow thoughtfully before his long finger lifts into the air and beckons you forward. 

You feel your stomach drop, so cock-whipped by this man that you’re standing to your feet before you can think better of it.

The rest of the group continues their chatter as you make your way toward where he resides. And before you have a chance to sit beside him, he’s sneaking an arm around your hip to tug you onto his lap.

Shit.

Both a blessing and a curse and your legs pull shut within an instant as his head dips to find your ear.

“What’s going on with you, hm?” he murmurs, soft and silky, which certainly doesn’t help. “What’s the matter?”

His hand finds your leg. Innocent enough, mostly in an attempt to grab your attention.

But you’re too far gone, breath hitching at the feel of his skin against yours and he takes note of this immediately.

“What?” he repeats, a tremor of concern in his voice as he glances over the flutter of your lashes. “What’s the matter, angel?”

You could kill him, you really could. Your throat clears gently as you shake your head, now slightly mortified by the thoughts running wild inside your head. 

“Nothing. M’fine.” You won’t meet his eye. Can’t. If you do, you’re done for.

“Liar.” His tone is playful, yet the way he hisses the simple word sends chills right down to your cunt. “I know you better than you think I do. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing,” you repeat, hoping to sound at least a little convincing. “I just…I’m ready to go home.”

“Oh?” His brow quirks upward. “Why, you all right?”

The gentle lilt of trepidation has you reeling, your heart hammering in your chest as you fight the urge to just climb on top of him.

Your knee begins to bounce, lip back between your teeth as you tug. Commanding yourself to remain indifferent. Relaxed. “Yeah, I just…I’m just—”

Suddenly, a look of realization passes over his face. And pure, unadulterated glee. He leans closer, nose brushing your cheek as he whispers, “Angel, are you dripping?”

You feel your head spin, your skin growing hot and your tongue going numb.

You don’t have to answer for him to know it’s true.

His fingers rub delicate circles into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, subtle enough to slip beneath the observation of everyone else in the room but determined enough that you can’t focus on anything else.

You exhale a deep breath, hand landing over his as you squeeze his knuckles. “Shit, don’t…don’t—”

“Don’t what, hm?” He brings his hand higher and you still at the sensation. “Think it’d be really unfair of me to leave you like this, don’t you?”

You imagine it would be unfair, but you’re so deep in your lust for this man, you don’t imagine you’ll survive if he attempts to do something about it.

When you meet his question with silence, his grip becomes tighter. Unrelenting. “Angel,” he warns, subtly yet forcefully tugging you further along his thigh. “Don’t test my patience.”

And you aren’t trying to test him. God, you can’t even fathom the thought, and yet your own body betrays you as your voice disappears into thin air the moment he asks a question.

And because Jack Chambers is an evil, sadistic, and relentless man…he answers the question for you.

Despite the room full of people, he slips his hand up your leg until it disappears beneath the soft hem of your dress.

Nobody notices. Maybe you want them to, maybe you don’t. But you notice. Feel the way those long fingers graze your inner thigh as they travel up. Up and up and up until they find the silk of your underwear. 

You also notice his breath hitch. Rather pleased at his obvious enjoyment of what he’s finding. The way, despite his power, he’s still overcome at the thought of you.

You watch his lips mumble something. You don’t catch what, exactly, but that hardly matters because he’s finally touching you. Thumb down the front of the fabric as he applies the subtlest amount of pressure. Just enough to make you squirm. Enough to have you sucking in a sharp gasp as you turn to hide your face in his neck.

“Shh,” he warns, cadence soothing and gentle. Soft and reassuring. It’s odd, the way he can seem both animalistic and tender all at once. You imagine that’s what you adore most about him. How he makes you feel both safe and terrified. “I’ve got you, yeah?”

He does, he’s got you, and you nod. You’ve never needed him to get you so badly.

A bit more pressure this time around. Up and down. Pressing. Circling. Kneading. Until you physically feel a blood vessel about to pop from how hard you’re trying not to whine. Until your stomach is cramping from the pain of holding the pleasure at bay. The way your thighs burn from attempting to squeeze them shut around his hand.

And the voices around you. Everyone laughing and talking and drinking and singing along to the music. Nobody pays you two any mind. If someone were to look over, they’d simply think you were whispering a secret in his ear. 

And you are. Repeatedly. “Please, please, please.” Desperate and fraught. Needing him to take you home, or to the car, or even to the fucking hallway if that means he’ll give you what you want.

He’s so close to going a bit further. You wish he would. Need him to. Need him to actually touch you. Skin on skin. No more of this over-the-panties bullshit. 

And he knows it. Knows what you need and is refusing to give it to you and you’re not sure why but you could kill him, you really could.

But that might have to wait until tomorrow because right now, with the thought of getting caught so close, and his hand much closer…you realize, you’re done for. Because skin on skin or not, you’re about to tip over the edge. His practiced and determined touch bringing you right to the cliff as he holds you there. Dangles you by one fucking finger.

And you can feel it. Bubbling. Ready to tip over at a moment's notice and it’s almost there, just a couple more seconds, and you’ll have to bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming, and it’s so good and so close, and just one more second—

He stops.

Pulls his hand back.

Leaves you there. On the cliff. Dangling. Falling. Disappearing into the black abyss.

“Ja…Jack,” you just barely manage to whisper as he smooths the hem of your dress along your thighs, as if putting you back together. “What…what—”

“You never answered my question,” he tells you calmly, green eyes finally looking up to meet yours. “My angel knows better than that.”

You exhale a tense sigh. “Jack—”

“Off,” he demands, patting your hip to signal he wants you to stand to your feet.

But you hardly can, legs wobbly and chest caving in on itself. “Jack, I—”

“Off,” he repeats, a bit sterner, and immediately, you’re up. “Good. Go sit down and wait for me to take you home.”

“Jack—”

“Don’t push it, darling.” His tone hardens, lids narrowing as you feel the urge to cry bubbling its way up your throat. “Next time, you’ll tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll be good to you.”

“No, Jack, I promise…I was listening, I just—”

“S’too late now, Angel,” he hums, that familiar smirk attempting to sneak its way into his expression as he pulls his brows together and throws his arm over the back of his seat. His chin nods toward you as you settle on the couch. “Good girl. I’ll let you know when I’m ready to go.”

You suck in a deep breath. Hold it. Nails digging into your thighs. “Jack…please—”

“Uh uh,” he warns, head shaking once. “You can wait.”

“Jack—”

“You can wait.” He regards you carefully, and you can see the sadistic pleasure settle behind his eyes. “That’s it. Just like that. Sit there and behave for me.”

And you do. For the rest of the long, tumultuous evening. You sit there. You wait. You don’t make a sound.

But you do plan your revenge.

And as you watch him laugh with his friends and throw you a knowing wink, you smile through gritted teeth.

He’s so fucking in for it now.

And you’re gonna make it hurt.

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